Two Visitors

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Two Visitors

Chapter Three

Washington and I fell into a regular pattern of the other choosing what we would do once we arrived home. He is much more domestic than me so the shack started to look more inhabited. The dust I had allowed to build up in some corners disappeared. The kitchen was back to looking like it had when Leo lived with me, even the fussiest person could have prepared food there. It is surprising that I never had food poisoning when I lived alone but I guess the body does gradually get used to foreign bacteria.

Who ever was choosing would take the lead in the bedroom. Rather than being as reciprocal as I had hoped our sex life would be Washington was becoming more passive and I was being expected to be more dominate. It had almost gotten to the point where if I wanted fucked I had to beg for days. That doesn't mean he wasn't willing to eat my ass whenever I said anything, he was and would go at it for an hour but my begging to be fucked was often ignored until I threw a tantrum. I was trying almost anything I could to get Washington to go back to the way our sex life was the first few months, he would ignore my pleas and tell me how much he enjoyed having me in him every day.

"If you need to be fucked, why don't you allow the Pobo to fuck you?"

"Washington, you are my lover. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you on top of me and your cum spurting up my ass. I give it to you, why won't you do it for me?"Didn't he understand this was the way to drive me out to find another man to cheat with?

The answer wasn't anything close to what I expected. "Paulo, its not that I don't want to fuck you. I want you to beg me to allow the Pobo to fuck you again. You looked so happy the night you let him do it. Much happier than you ever have when I fuck you."

How could he be comparing himself to the demi-god living in our store room? I knew that even my best attempts at making love to Washington were unable to compare to what the Pobo could do. I hadn't wanted to return to the Pobo although it had been suggested by Eric and Leo that the only way to get what I said I needed without cheating on Washington may be to have the pair of them at once, the night when we were bent over the sofa side by side had been hot, but so was having my lover fuck me.

The conversation was interrupted by Teddy. He was still mourning the loss of his sister and brother so he had put off the night he and I were to spend together. He had come by to see if we wanted him to shovel snow from the shack to the driveway. Although it took time Washington and I had decided that the exercise would be good for us, hospital work was not enough to keep us in good shape. There is a gym close to the hospital (the hospital arranged for all staff to have a membership) but I didn't like to tempt myself with the fit men I had seen walking in and out of there, obviously not a gym where people went to get into shape but the one where they went once in shape to show off.

Our first official gay holiday had not been too exciting. We had dressed as Tom and Jerry to attend a party that Eric threw. I didn't know anyone other than Washington, Eric and Leo. It had been a hard week so sitting with Washington in and out of my arms and drinking was all I did. There had been more people attending the party than I would have expected since Eric had only invited gay men. A few of them were from out of town but the number that lived in the city was more than I thought would have stayed in a small city, large town when there was a major city only two hours away.

Although drunk, we made it home. I had run the truck off the side of the narrow road where we live at least twice. "Get rid of the bottoms."

It was a night when Washington was supposed to take the lead but I didn't expect either of us would considering how much we had to drink. I certainly wasn't thinking about the fact that we were still in the living room; we had followed what I had suggested would be a condition of Washington moving in, we always have at least boxers covering us unless getting our cock sucked since he had, all ass play had either been in the bed or outside. We were both stumbling to get out of the costume bottoms; the tops should have come off first, the elastic straps were in the way; where he had found the fuzzy costumes is a mystery.

"Are you a mouse or a man?"Washington had taken my cock in hand and was pulling me towards the sofa. I stumbled and we both fell over the back of it. Anything can be hilarious when you are smashed, seeing the big head beside me on the seat of the sofa set me to laughing, he followed suit a minutes later. We were trying to get up when I felt a heavy pressure on my back and a second later at the opening to my ass.

"Get away!."WE had never learned if the Pobo actually understood English but we had kept trying to speak to him.

"What's wrong?" It was surprising that I was able to confidently answer that.

"The damn Pobo is trying to fuck me." He was no longer trying, he was most of the way in and I was yelling, it had been too long since I had been fucked for him to enter me smoothly. Washington and I were tangled, trying to take the mouse heads off. I thought maybe the Pobo had chose not to fuck me longer, he had (Leo, if this is what you wanted us to experience when you said threesome, I'm sorry.) pulled all the way out. Only seconds later Washington was yelling at the Demi-god to stop. It must have been at least two hours we lay there no longer tangled but hugging and kissing as the Pobo went back and forth fucking one then the other. I continually passed out when the Pobo was not in me, drunk!

I wish I hadn't been so drunk so I could remember more but I suppose it helped me relax enough to take the full length and girth of the demi-god after the first few minutes. It is a good thing that I hadn't yet bought a new sofa, we both shot multiple loads of cum on the back of that one. How we got away from the Pobo I don't know but I found myself releasing a clear flood from my ass in the commode. Washington was the same, what the Pobo filled us with didn't have the odor or color of cum. Afraid he was going to come back for more we did a crab walk to the bedroom and passed out with our arms around the invisible Angelo, he could have had his favorite treat had he come to the living room: it was only later that Washington learned we were making too much noise and scared him.

"Was that what you wanted to happen?" I was too hungover to crawl to the bathroom.

"I hadn't expected the Pobo to fuck us both. But yes, I did want him to fuck you and I wanted to see you enjoying it."

"I was well fucked, love. Still I think I would rather that you get back to fucking me more often."I really do love my boyfriend and having him inside me is a joy that I shouldn't be denied.

"Paulo, I was trying to get you desperate enough to beg to have the Pobo once more. Now, you know what the others have enjoyed and why they come back. Do you think you will try to have him fuck you again?" Washington wasn't as hungover as me. He promised me a cup of coffee, a glass of juice and an aspirin when he stumbled out the door.

"Angelo, I hope you aren't jealous. We would have welcomed you to join us out there if we had known you were watching." I had taken to talking to Angelo regularly. There were times that Washington thought I must be going crazy but I had heard him taking to the boy too, when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I never expected Angelo to answer me although once in a while if I was still in bed or outside he would try taking a ball or both in his mouth.

"Are you trying to get our boy to suck your cock?" He was only carrying the juice and aspirin. I know coffee doesn't help that much with a hangover but I love the smell and drink too much of it not to have a cup to start the day.

"Coffee."

"I started a pot. We are going to be home long enough to drink it all, it won't be that long until it's ready." It is strange to watch Angelo in his vaporous form playing with one of our cocks, I wanted to laugh at what he was doing to Washington but my head hurt too much to allow me. I took the juice and aspirin from Washington's hand and downed them in one swallow, they would help but I needed more than that.

"Bring some bananas with the coffee, we can use the potassium. If you have any of the B-Complex I've been giving you shots of bring it, too." After that it was either try to sleep again or get up and exercise, either could help the hangover. "Water, too."

We nursed each other until the coffee disappeared. The most strenuous activity I engaged in before noon was walking to the bathroom. We finally agreed to leave the bed and shack, I would have preferred to have a warm well-maintained swimming pool at the shack but we headed to the gym, they have a very deep, fair-sized pool. We had bought two BLT's and fries on our way, by two I was feeling almost normal and Washington must have, too, since he was starting to play more than swim, using one or the other diving board. During the day there are generally only a few people in the gym, none of whom would be using the pool.

When we got out there was a classmate of Teddy's waiting for us to leave the water so he could use the three meter diving board. Washington and I had both admitted to the other that if we ever had the opportunity and didn't think the other would hate us we would suck the boy's cock. It isn't often that we have the same taste in men and neither of us is really interested in younger boys very often but the diver had us both hard every time we saw him. For me it is the butt I would love to grab and pull his cock into my mouth, or fuck, for Washington it was the fact that the boy looked like he was hiding as much cock as the Pobo in his tiny red bikini briefs; I think my boyfriend would have allowed Miles to fuck him if I wasn't there..

We had both spoken to him at the gym the first time we had been there. I didn't know he was a diver, I had only seen him working with a gymnastics coach that held a class at the gym once a week, he was wearing more clothes that time, a singlet?. The boy had shiny red hair, flawless tanned skin, a well-developed chest, a well defined six pack and long legs. And that butt I wanted to grab, high and tight. Looking beyond him I could see that the only people in the gym were employees that were engrossed in working on the techniques they would be teaching when members started arriving.

"Are you ready, love?"

"For what?" He really didn't know what I was referring to,

"To seduce Miles. There is no one around and his package seems to be bulging more than the first time we met him."

"I can have him?"There was too much joy in his voice.

"No, like last night we are both going to have him."

"Do you really think he'll go for it?"

"I have no doubt. See the way he's looking at us? That is the look of desire." I wasn't sure of what Miles was wanting but I knew Washington would need encouragement even after he had enjoyed the threesome with the Pobo.

"Yeah, but he may be wanting to fuck our butts."Washington always thought people wanted my butt. I could let them, but I really only wanted Washington to be fucking me.

"Not today, Miles. Today we're going to take him in the locker room and suck that cock until he gives us every drop of cum he has in those big balls." I had been guiding Washington to that end of the pool. He seemed to be holding back, I wasn't sure he was willing to join another threesome.

"What's wrong?"

"How about some time when we don't have the remains of a hangover?" I was beyond feeling any distress from drinking and let him know; plus, just so Miles knew the score I had slid my left hand down the rear of Washington's trunks, that pulled the front down until his pubic hair was showing. I wanted to pull them lower but that was as far as they would go with the pressure of my hand his throbbing asshole. My lover isn't normally shy but for some reason he was unsure of himself as we neared the boy.

"Do you have your fingers in him?" I was surprised Miles spoke first, the other time we met I had needed to ask question after question to get anything out of him. At the question I felt Washington flush, it is cute how his entire body turns red when embarrassed, if the front of his bikini had been down any further even Miles could have seen that his cock turned red without swelling when embarrassed..

"No, I am just playing around with his asshole. Are you okay with that?" It didn't make any difference to me if he was or wasn't, all Washington and I really wanted was to suck his cock. He was too young for us to even think about making friends first.

"Sure, I love that. I always thought you two were gay like me but never could force myself to ask." Now it was Miles that was blushing, just his face and upper chest. Acknowledging that he was gay in public must have been new. Part of that may have been that he knew Washington from their school, he was only two years behind my boyfriend.

"How old are you Miles?" I thought I had told Washington that the boy had told me that he is eighteen, had I skipped that? I had wanted to be sure he was of a legal age the first time we met.

"I'm old enough to play with you if you want. I turned eighteen on the first." If he didn't watch out he was going to pull his bikini up too far and his balls would drop over the sides of the pouch. Not that I would mind seeing what he had to offer my salivating mouth, like most of the swimmers I had know in High School and college he was completely denuded of hair..

"Would you like to go in the locker room with us and get your cock sucked?" I normally wouldn't be that forward but I guess the hangover was still affecting my judgment. Plus he was being rather obvious about playing with himself, I hoped he wasn't just being a cock-tease.

His cock started to swell hearing we were interested in sucking his cock. If we were a little closer we would have been able to look down into the tiny red Speedos without removing them and gotten a glance at his thickness and length. I wanted to move closer and grope him but Washington held me back. He has better common sense than me sometimes and gladly right then he did or I might have been caught groping his son by our ultimate boss, the hospital administrator. As he walked toward us it was my turn to blush, all I could do was dive back into the water so that he didn't get a good look at my cock sticking out the waistband of my short trunks, Miles may have seen it but I had been trying to hide behind Washington so he wouldn't get scared that we were there to rape him.

After two laps I had shrunk enough to not show more than a half erection and jumped out of the pool beside Washington who was calmly talking with the father and son. As I moved up close what I saw bouncing in Miles' bikini made me sure of what we had been thinking about doing. Miles and his father were grilling Washington about being a nurse, it turned out that he was considering that as a career if he didn't get a full college scholarship for diving. He and his father said there weren't that scholarships many available for divers without a perfect GPA so he needed the practice: I thought he practiced enough, but I really don't know anything about the competition.

"Maybe you would like to give me a tour of the hospital from the nurse's perspective." We looked at his father who could have arranged a tour anytime the boy wanted. I saw Washington look down and see that Miles' bikinis were now a good inch and a half away from his body. That was the type of invitation that we both find extremely tempting.

"Between Dr. Alvarez and I there should be time to show you everything you may want," I thought that was too obvious but Washington gulped before saying, "to see in the hospital."

"It was a shame his father was with him. Miles was clearly interested in getting together with us."We were going through the door to the locker room as Miles did a double corkscrew. He had the perfect build for a diver and that had been beautiful, I don't know much about diving but I would have given him a ten out of ten.

"The shame is his father. I hate to think that a boy that attractive may turn out to look like that when mature." I didn't say it but I pitied the boy for having to live with such a homophobe, too.

"Maybe he has inherited his looks from his mother. I've heard around the hospital that she is such an attractive woman that there have been a couple new employees fired for trying to seduce her. I hope the same isn't true about the way the father thinks of his son."I wondered if Washington thought the boy would tell his father what we had been doing. The swimmers and divers I had known in High School and College had all been easy going about the gay guys on the team, so if he is an out gay boy he should have at least one safe haven where he could share the fact that there were two guys trying to seduce him at the gym.

After shedding our swim trunks we had decided to take fifteen minutes in the sauna before showering. Without anyone around we walked in naked. I think we must have had enough sex with the Pobo that morning, neither of us reached for the other although we had other times when alone in the sauna. We were casually talking about what needed to be done around the shack, with the snow on the ground we didn't have any work to do outside but the inside hadn't been completely cleaned for more than a week. Though we had shoveled the front walk we hadn't shoveled a path to the Hot tub which I promised I would do before we took off our winter clothes, it would be hot enough to enjoy even with snow falling, a few days had passed since I had last removed the covering that protected the water from leaves and dirt so I would have to shovel that, too.

Washington was volunteering to clean the living room and bedroom if I would reorganize the storeroom so he could reach some of the items he would want for the kitchen without having to enter the room, items he hadn't used yet.

"Come on, you can't say you didn't enjoy last night." We both had, I hoped he didn't throw that back at me. Just the thought of what we had allowed to happen made my limp dick throb to a half-chub.

"Hey, I only have a minute or two." Miles had almost fallen in his rush to find us in the sauna. "I really want those blow jobs you promised, when do you think we can make it happen?"

With what he was saying I would have thought he would be pushing his crotch to our faces but he was reaching for our cocks with both hands. "My father is waiting for me, I said I needed to take a leak and didn't want to use the pool. If I'm gone too long he will be suspecting something is up, something like these. Not only is he a slave driver, he doesn't trust me here, what does he think is going to happen? Is his little boy going to suck some of his employees' cocks?"

Even as he said that he bent over and kissed the head of both of our hardening cocks. "I don't practice diving or gymnastics tomorrow night, the pool is taken with an elderly exercise group and the coach has a preteen tumbling class. Can I meet you somewhere?" I didn't believe what I suggested.

"If you can make it to the hospital we could meet you in the staff meeting room in the basement." I had sucked Washington's cock there before we moved in together, now we kept sex to the shack unless we were working opposite shifts. Gene had taught us a lesson. Miles was standing up when I reached out and groped him, "Give us a preview of what you're hiding in your bikini."

He took a quick glance to the door and pulled out what must have been the longest cock in his school. Not only did he have about nine soft inches but he also had the biggest balls I had seen in years. I wanted to go down on him right then, but Miles ran out the door yelling that he should be there at eight.

"Love, do you think you can swallow that whole cock?" I was hoping he wanted the cock; I was hooked, I wanted to spend as long as possible on those huge completely hairless balls.

"I'll sure give it a try." Washington and I kissed before heading to the shower. Nothing else happened, I had hoped that Miles would find a reason to come back. Boys in lust are amazingly inventive when making excuses and his cock had declared him ready. Once dressed we spent a few minutes outside the pool room watching him through the glass wall. Twice he groped himself and nodded at us. We were going to have to wait more than thirty hours but then so was he.

"Are we going home?"He had gotten in the truck and without waiting slid across so he could fondle my cock and balls.

"No, let's go shopping for a new sofa." Washington laughingly said 'yes' as long as the back was high enough for us to be bent over without losing our footing. I agreed, once would have been enough, but if he wanted to take on the Pobo by my side again then I would be willing to let the demi-god fuck us once a week but he would have to start fucking me again.

The rest of the day we spent cleaning and cooking. Miles had excited both of us, we were obviously erect while we worked. "Paulo, do you think what you suggested to Miles is smart? We really don't know anything about him other than the fact he has a long cock and big balls. I could call Teddy to see if he knows anything, they go to school together."

"We know he was willing to kiss our cocks.

"Calling Teddy sounds like a good idea, we don't want another Gene event." I was beginning to think I had been stupid, what had happened to the discrete Dr.? If Miles told his father what he was going to do we could lose our jobs even before we started to work the next day.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!"

"What's wrong?"

"We missed five texts telling you to report to the hospital ASAP.. The Interstate iced over and there have been accident victims arriving for two hours. Why didn't you have your phone with you?"

"The battery was dead when we came inside after doing the sidewalk and I left it charging, I didn't even think about it when we left for the gym." I was waiting for an answer to a call I returned to the hospital, I hoped the situation had been resolved so I wouldn't need to drive into town again but the longer I waited the more likely I would be needed.

"Are you being called in, too?" Washington's phone had played an ungodly notification.

"No, just a message to be on stand by."

A quick kiss and hug and I was on my way to the truck., I hadn't prepared for winter coming so early so there was no weight in the bed of the truck. Unlike the night before I stayed on the road but it was slow going. I was in the city before I was able to pull in behind a snow plow and started to make any speed.

"Paulo, you are to report to the ER." That is what I assumed was going to happen. I was glad that Washington had relayed the message so I didn't waste time looking for anyone in charge. The last time there had been a flood of patients into the ER there had been no one that took charge until I started issuing orders, I was reprimanded the following day for it, hopefully there wouldn't be chaos when I arrived, I didn't need another reprimand.

Most of what came into the ER the rest of the night was broken bones. The ice and snow were bad enough that cars were moving slowly. There were a few injuries that were more serious but most of our time was spent wrapping casts and having our patients wait until we were sure they wouldn't go into shock. We had a couple heart attack patients, that had been shoveling the snow, to keep us on our toes; they had fortunately been transported to the hospital in time.

The waiting area was as crowded as I had ever seen it but we were keeping a steady flow of patients in and out until around three AM when the ambulances brought in six people that had been crushed under a roof that had collapsed in one of the older bars in town. We were warned there would be more although the EMT's didn't know how many. Why had people been out drinking with the roads being so bad? Did they really think a hot breakfast and some coffee was going to get them sober enough to drive in snow and ice?

Ronnie Rausch

"Do you know who you are?" I didn't know the voice, but something told me that I should try to answer the man. I tried to open an eye, but it hurt too much.

"Ron, water."

"Here, don't swallow it all at once. Swish it around in your mouth and let it seep down your throat."That didn't sound like it was going to quench my thirst but I tried doing what the man told me. He moved the straw away from my lips and waited for me.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Hospital?"

"City?"

"No."I tried to point my finger at the man.

"Who?"

"Dr. Eric. And the man on the other side of the bed is a Detective Ruebens." My other eye popped open. What happened that the police were interested in me? I never do anything more seriously illegal than speed on the road out of town that runs through the forest.

"Do you remember what happened to you?" I tried but all I could think of was the Irish Coffee that an older man in a bulky green ski parka had sent to my table by the waiter.

"Eat. Drink."

"Yes, it looks like you had breakfast and a few drinks." Oh Hell, I had been known to drive home after drinking but had never even been pulled over or given a ticket. Did I get a DUI?

"Drive?"

"No, you weren't driving." The relief was huge, I can't afford the lawyers and court costs. If they looked in my wallet they would have seen that I didn't even have the money to pay for enough liquor to get drunk and no debit or credit cards. I had been hoping to get someone to buy my breakfast or I would have refused the Irish Coffee.

"Were you with anyone?"

Why were they asking me these questions? I didn't have any of the answers they seemed to want. I tried moving only to find I couldn't, I felt horrible. It wasn't aches as much as a blanket of pain.

"Ron, take it easy, you are heavily sedated. You have a mild concussion, a few broken ribs and various other injuries. It would be better that the physicians tell you about those. We are trying to find out what happened last night."

The way I was feeling, they were going to have to tell me what happened. I didn't think I was going to remember. I had never been in a hospital ward room before, the sounds from the other patients was disorienting me even more than the drugs in my system.

"Ron, get some sleep. We'll be back in four or five hours to see if you can remember anything." I expected to see them walk out of the room but they didn't, they moved across the room and sat beside another bed. Somewhere deep in my brain the reminder that you would not be allowed to fall asleep if you had a serious concussion floated. When I woke again it was dark outside.

"Dr. Eric?"

"That's right. You have been sleeping well, the nurses didn't want me to wake you but I have too much to do to wait any longer. The physician came by to check on you, he said you were doing well enough not to worry about and left." He sat back in the chair so all I could see was his eyes and hair.

He needed to help me to get the bed raised enough so that I could see more than my casts. I was feeling sore from my knees to the top of my head. I remembered him telling me about some of my injuries but he must have only been listing those I wasn't able to see for myself.

"How long have I been here?"

"I think you were brought in around four AM yesterday, so a little over thirty-six hours. Are you starting to remember anything about what caused you to be here?" He had a notepad and was flipping through it.

"Maybe a little, but it really doesn't make much sense. I think I was eating breakfast, a three cheese and chili omelet?" Eating an omelet sounded good I wondered if there was a chance I could get one brought to the room.

"I don't know if that was what you were eating, but it is probable that you were eating breakfast since the rest of the people brought in, were there to eat after the bar had closed. What else can you remember?"He had found the page he wanted in his tablet and stopped flipping pages.

"A sexy waiter, blond with an open, blue shirt, hairy chest and skin tight, white pants. We were flirting and he told me that he had to work for another two hours if I wanted to wait for him to get off."

"Do you remember his name?"

"John, James, Joe? I'm not sure." I was surprised that Dr. Eric hadn't responded to me flirting with a waiter. It came back in a flash that I had lost my job recently because a customer thought I was flirting with him although he was short, fat and ugly.

"Oh, God did he attack me?"

"I don't think so. Try something for me, Ronnie, close your eyes; now, take a bite of the omelet and look around the room. What is happening?" It took a few minutes before anything became visible.

"Mostly people are eating, there are a few waiters carrying food. The music is really loud, too loud to hear what anyone is saying."I could tell they were waiters because they were dressed the same as the flirt, some of their shirts were unbuttoned down to their belts.

"Is there anyone coming in the door?"

"No. I huff like I was holding back laughter. Over by the emergency exit there is a man getting up on a table. The guys with him start yelling and he starts taking his shirt off."

"Do you know these guys?"

"I think I went to school with one of them. The other five or six are all strangers, the one on top of the table I've seen tending bar but I don't know his name. We never talk, he just hands me a draft and takes my money."Looking at him that way I wondered why I had never tried to do more with him. He was finely muscled, or was that my imagination?

"Where does he work?"

"Gourds Galore? I think that's it, the bar out beyond the Community College, the one the city is trying to shut down." I think it is because of them having two or three recent drug arrests.

"Is there anyone else in the room that you recognize?" I tried looking around again, although I wanted to watch the dancer and my waiter, he was leaning over a table to my left and the cleft in his butt was clearly visible.

"I've seen most of them around town one time or another, but I can't name any of them except Tom Monroe, he is with three other black guys." As I talked things became clearer. The picture in my head was of the dining room with forty or fifty people sitting around or working, with everyone complaining about the weather, there may have been more people than that, I couldn't see far into the second dining room. I looked out the window and saw it was still snowing, there were two snow plows rumbling past.

"How long did you watch the bartender taking off his clothes?"

"He was down to a thong when one of the waitresses where he works got up on another table and started dancing like he was, although she was taking off her uniform faster. I think almost everyone was watching the pair by then. Because of the music I can't say if they were cheering for him or her but there was so much noise I tried to cover my ears. That doesn't mean I stopped watching the strip show, I'm a normal horny guy out on the town and a show is a show." Why did I admit that to the Doctor?

"Did all the noise seem to be causing anything to be happening?" It was an odd question and took me a few minutes to attempt deciphering?

"Not that I saw. But my eyes were glued on the bartender as he slid his thong down his legs and before it dropped to the table kicking it to one of the guys sitting there with his mouth open.

"There was a lot of foot stomping and yelling at the pair to turn around. They were both completely naked and people wanted a full frontal. The stomping was loud enough it blocked out the music for a few minutes."

"What happened then?"He didn't seem to be paying any attention to the pad where he had been taking notes.

I didn't know if he wanted to know if the pair turned to give the crowd the frontal view. "The bartender had cupped his cock and balls before turning and the waitress had her hands over her breasts."

"There was more and more stomping and yelling for them to 'show us'. I think he pulled his hand up enough that his balls were visible. That's the last thing I remember seeing." It wasn't unusual at that time of the morning for there to be one or more people on top of the tables dancing and stripping at the blue nugget, I had been broke and drunk enough to do it once or twice myself. Usually half of the crowd would have come from the strip clubs down the street a few blocks, they are both female shows. If you did a good job some of the girls would share their night's earnings. The guys that strip there are showing off, usually a huge cock or a nice butt, sometimes they have worked as dancers in night clubs but usually they are everyday guys looking for their last chance to hook up for the night, not thinking whether it would be a girl or a guy. It took me a moment to remember that I was one that loved to show off my butt and enjoyed it when someone watching tried slipping a bill of some denomination between my cheeks.

"Ron, it is important to try to remember what happened next."He had been taking notes, I didn't think he was getting a charge out of either dancer or my descriptions of them. I hadn't said too much about the size of the girl's breasts or the fact that the guy's butt was so fuckable I almost choked on a bite of my meal. Dr. Eric seemed to be fully in detective mode.

"Something hit me on the head."

"Did you hear anything before it hit?" He was leaning forward more interested in what I might say than he had been with any of my other answers.

"Just the crowd." I didn't think he needed to know, the last thing I saw was the table the bartender was on tipped and he fell backwards giving a full show of his dick, balls and asshole. I was as far to the other end of the dining room as possible and didn't get a good look, I can't even say whether he was hairy or shaved, cut or uncut. I did see he was well hung and I would hopefully try talking to him the next time I saw him tending bar.

"What is the next thing you remember?" He had leaned back into the chair like he knew I wouldn't have an answer to his question.

"You asking me questions."

"I'll be back tomorrow. Hopefully you'll be able to remember more." Dr. Eric squeezed my bare foot before leaving, I thought I saw him wink at me but I'm not sure. The Detective hadn't asked anything but had written notes just like Dr. Eric. When he stood he shook his head in confusion.

An hour or more later I thought I was day-dreaming when a young male nurse came into the room to check all the connections on wires and tubes coming out of my body and the equipment beeping at us. I hadn't realized I had so many tubes and wires hooked to my body until I felt his fingers checking everywhere on my body. I hadn't ever seen a man like him, one that I wouldn't have been able to resist in my entire life, I tried talking with him but he moved to the other patients in the ward as soon as he had checked the catheter stuck in my dick. I must be on a lot of drugs, having his hand on my dick hadn't given me an erection. His appearance gave me something to dream about for the next hour, I wished I was able to handle his cock the way he had mine, why hadn't I tried to grope him? Turn around would be fair play,m wouldn't it?

"Doc."

"Doctor Alvarez, Ron."

"Am I seeing things? They said I had a mild concussion but until now I thought all I had was a headache and foggy sight. I thought I saw the most beautiful young brown, male nurse and then you walk in and I thought does this hospital only employ models not medical people? Am I dreaming I'm in a television hospital drama?" The pair are unbelievable, give me the chance and I will flop down on any bed they suggest just to have them on top.

"I guarantee that I have my medical degree and we are not on television. Washington who was in here earlier is a full time nurse although I agree he should have been a model. You won't be doing any flopping for some months. How is the headache?"

"I could use more pain meds although I think my head is going to stay attached to my body. The first time I woke I wanted to tear it off. Are you ready to tell me about the injuries I have that I can't see?"

"Ron, I have a patient next door that is in much worse shape than you. Give me a half hour and I'll come back to fill you in on your injuries."

"Okay, but don't forget."

"I don't forget my patients." After saying that he squeezed my hand lightly enough that I might have thought he was teasing me.

I've been here for two weeks, now. It was just yesterday that I was able to answer the question the police detective had not asked. There had not been a bomb or explosion at the restaurant. The roof had started to crack from the weight of the snow about the time the bartender took off his pants and two snow plows rumbled past on that side of the street. I don't remember seeing the roof cave in but I remember seeing the waiter I was waiting for shrouded in white as he fell forward to hit his head on a sideboard and the blood spraying on the plates he had been carrying. Then there was his tray headed my way.

I was told that I have Dr. Alvarez and the waiter to account for surviving. There had only been six of the eighty people in the two rooms that had survived and he had only operated on myself and an unnamed blond. I'm hoping that since I am now being moved from my bed when being transported (like merchandise) to have one of the daily scans or x-rays that I will be able to visit the blond. If he's the waiter we may have even more in common than we thought the night we met.

I spent the next hour after those ambulance pronouncing patients dead. It is fortunate that we have it ingrained in us during medical school that you cannot save every patient, take a breath and move on to the next one because there always will be a next one. If I couldn't compartmentalize I would have run screaming from the ER that night and never returned.

The ambulances kept coming. I don't really know but I must have done ten or more expiration pronouncements before I had a patient that was still breathing. After the first patient I had a few more that we attempted to save and then the patient that I had to follow into the surgery. It was a horrific night, one like the city or I had never seen. I think I had seen a dozen or more of the men that had been at Eric's party, all but two that I had to pronounce dead within seconds of arrival.

We were getting a little more information with every arrival but the idea of a roof collapsing due to snow was foreign to the natives since the buildings and roofs here had been built to withstand the weight of the worst snow falls. The bar that had its roof collapse was said to be more than a hundred years old and had never seen a problem with the weight before. The police that arrived irregularly were suspicious that more than a collapse had occurred but the fire-marshal that showed up around ten AM to have his shin stitched said it wouldn't be until after the snow had melted that they would be able to be entirely sure.

I was attempting to caffeine-load when Washington arrived around noon. I felt sorry for him, the head of nursing put him to identifying as many of the dead that he could. Most of the bodies still had identification on them but there were some that didn't. He was told to do it since the dead were mostly around his age and the other nurses were ten-fifteen years older and not too sure of the next generation. It was around four PM that I was able to take a nap, I had texted Washington to wake me in forty-five minutes. I had taken a sheet and two blankets to the deserted wing of the hospital since all patient rooms were fully occupied.

"Paulo, please make love to me. This is the worst thing I have ever seen." He had his head on my chest, he was crying and having trouble getting breath. I would have preferred to have him wake me with a blow job but I doubted he would have been able even had he wanted. I held him as tightly as I could, all the death I had seen over the course of the morning had yet to hit me. Even one death would hit me hours after it happened, the large number I had seen would certainly affect me later but at that moment I was there for my lover.

"Washington, I have to get back to work."

"No, a half dozen doctors from nearby cities have come to help. You are being searched for by the chief, to send home." I was unable to do what he wanted at the hospital but after we were home we made love to each other until we passed out. It is not quite an antidote to death but making love does help.

I wasn't allowed to return to work the following day, specially trained counselors had come to town to talk with the doctors and nurses that had worked that night." Washington had been given time off, there were extra nurses that had followed the doctors. I was glad he was with me at the shack, I couldn't have stood being there with just the spirits, I needed to connect with my lover, knowing he was not one of the injured had helped but I still mourned the dead.

We both had three visits with the counselors before finally being cleared to return to duty. As the other doctors left, the hospital became a shrine to the dead and survivors. There were so many flowers and balloons that the normal medical scent of the facility was masked.

It was another week before Miles contacted Washington about the tour we had promised him. Having the young healthy boy meeting us in the downstairs meeting room was up-lifting. I hadn't known how depressed the night of death had left me. Surprising, since I live around illness and death all the time.

"Does your father know you are here today?"

"No. He has been too busy this last week to even come home most nights. Besides he thinks it is a good idea that I get a look behind the scenes, so to speak, before I decide that I really want to start studying to be a nurse."

I knew Washington was more concerned about the boy's father being upset that he was there to get a blow job or two than how Miles felt. Whatever Miles' father thought about him I had the feeling that he might know that his boy was a young gay man. I'm not saying he is stereotypical in any way but there is just something that screams 'I want sex with a man' as he looks at you. It could only be the way he looks at Washington and I, but I think not.

Remembering the look we had at his cock at the gym I was unfastening his belt by the time he had said the word 'nurse'. Both of us had agreed that we wanted him and pulling him into the restroom that we were able to lock, his pants hit the floor. "Doc, I don't usually suck old guys cocks, but may I suck you, too?"

Old guy? I'm only eight years older than him. I almost said something but decide to swallow the insult as I saw his balls descend from the briefs he was wearing. I had both of his balls in my mouth when Washington took the head of his cock in and swallowed Miles all the way to the back of his mouth and into his throat. Miles' balls jumped out of my mouth, he probably had never had his entire cock in a guy's mouth before that and was shooting shot after shot down my lover's throat within a minute of us getting him undressed.

"I didn't know that I would get that excited. I jacked off twice last night just so I would last in your mouths, What did you just do to me?" He had sagged to the floor and had his head against my shoulder. It only took him a few minutes to recover enough to reach for both of our cocks.

"I've only sucked a few cocks. Do you think you can teach me how to take a cock in my throat like you just did?"As much as Washington liked to suck my cock I was sure that he was going to have fun teaching Miles what he would need to know when he went out into the gay world and found cocks that matched his or mine. They had fun for the next half hour sucking my cock, first one and then the other. I had as much as I could stand and I didn't allow Miles to take my cock all the way into his throat the last time, I unloaded my balls giving him a full load even though Washington had sucked me off before we headed to work.

I had to laugh when I heard Miles asking Washington if I always tasted that wonderful. My lover kissed the boy to tongue a taste out of his mouth. "As long as I keep him pumping fresh cum from his balls he tastes just like that. He keeps me full and happy."

I always enjoy hearing my lover telling others that he loves the taste of my cum and that I keep him happy.

"Enough talk. Miles do you want to suck Washington off before we start the tour or should we wait until we find an empty room?" He is definitely going to be a full time cocksucker, he dropped his lips over Washington's cock without answering me. I was glad my lover was going to get what I had even if it was just the boy sucking him not having me alternating with him.

Miles was excited to see parts of the hospital and the nurses' jobs that his father had never mentioned or shown him. I had been called away a couple times during the tour, he was curious about why I couldn't simply schedule matters so I would have free time. As we explained how I did my best but that there were always children arriving in the ER and the doctor covering was not comfortable if they were too young.

Miles was leaning over a half-wall watching nurses set up the OR when he pushed his tight butt against my cock. It was the first time there had been any recognition that he might be interested in being fucked. I think I would have taken him to an unused patient room if Washington and I hadn't talked the previous night and agreed that we shouldn't. I was glad we hadn't said anything about fingering him, while he watched the setup I slid my middle finger in, I could tell it wouldn't be the first time he was fucked if either of us weakened.

I was code blue to the children's wing and rushed away leaving him to Washington for the rest of the afternoon. It was at least two hours before I saw them again. Washington had taken him to the cafeteria and was answering all the questions that flowed like a river from Miles. My lover looked exhausted from the ordeal of touring the boy and answering so many questions.

"After this coffee I have an hour I have to cover in the ER and then can go home. Do you think you two will be finished by then?" Just looking at my lover was making me ready to fuck, if we made it all the way to the shack I would be surprised. We had Washington's car so the backseat would be usable if we could find a hidden place to park the car.

"After we watched the nurses setting up the OR I told my father that I had asked if I could go home with you to use the Hot tub. I can't practice diving tonight so just getting in the water seemed normal to him. Of course I didn't tell him that I hadn't brought any trunks with me. He is so used to me always having a pair with me that he didn't even ask." Miles was looking like he was the cat that swallowed the canary. I didn't know what he planned but I thought we had enough.

"Washington and I,"

"He told me you had no plans for the evening."

"He may not, but I have plans to use him."

"Paulo, I think we might reconsider the conversation we had last night. After you warmed up Miles on the balcony over looking the OR he hasn't been talking about anything else."

"I guess we could feed him to the Pobo." They were both looking at my lap, when I looked down I saw that they were getting a full look at my cock outlined in the green scrubs and the wet spot that was growing. I was completely hard, Miles may have thought it was for him but I knew it was because I was thinking about getting Washington naked in the backseat of his car.

"That's for my boyfriend."

Miles had heard stories about the Pobo when Teddy had been hospitalized. He had never heard anything about Angelo so when the vapor joined us in the hot tub and was sucking my cock he was shocked. Angelo was in a playful mood and would go back and forth between Washington and I sucking our cocks, balls and going down low enough in the water to suck at our toes.

"What is that?"

"You are seeing the vaporous form of a five hundred year old ghost. Angelo was killed by Indians not far from here and has remained here since. Washington, do you think you could talk him into sucking Miles' cock?"

Although I talked to the boy and had talked him into answering me by sucking my balls Washington connected with him better and was able to talk him into doing things I wasn't. I think it was that he would also do whatever it was that he wanted the boy to do since showing him was easier than talking to him. Washington had Miles sit on the edge of the hot tub so that he could take the cock in his mouth. Without the water to show Angelo as a vapor we couldn't tell that he was on Miles' cock other than by the moans the boy was making and the lips that must have been getting some pre-cum to make them visible

"How do you know it's a he?"

"He feeds on liquid protein. We were first able to see part of him when he drank cum. Last fall I learned that if I pissed on him he would be totally visible for at least ten or fifteen minutes." I didn't have a big need to piss but I offered to show Miles what I was talking about.

"Doc, I think I would rather you piss on me." The boy had his head hung, the shame was evident in his voice. I hated the idea that he thought of piss play as shameful.

"Have you ever had anyone piss on you?"I thought about having to wait twenty years and suddenly two people wanted me to piss on them, is piss play more popular than I know?

"When I first joined the swim team we would practice naked except for the divers who wore our jock straps. I had gotten used to running around in just the jock strap in a surprisingly short time and would from time to time go into the gym to get this or that for the coach without dressing. It was always after school so the only people around would be the jocks or coaches. I had never seen anything odd happening so I was never worried about anything happening to me.

"It was the weekend after Valentine's Day and the coach sent me to find the wrestling team's manager. The boy had taken more towels from the locker room than our coach thought was the team's right and intended to get them back so everyone could dry off some between dives and laps.

"I was in the gym trying to find him when I was grabbed by Gene Tanner and two of his friends. None of them were on the wrestling team but were there for some reason, maybe trying out? They pulled me outside and pushed me down to the football field and knocked me down on the fifty yard line.

"I had heard stories about Gene since the start of school, I had only sucked two cocks at the time but I was more than willing to suck his even if it would be in front of his friends. I didn't think he would be wanting to fuck me, it was rumored that he only fucked black boys that were in grade school. I had no idea what the three of them had planned. I had knelt like Gene told me.

" I don't think I noticed his friends pulling out their cocks, I was focusing on Gene. When I felt the first of the piss hitting me, my cock jumped out of the jock strap, it was too good. With three streams of piss hitting me everywhere I had to pull my cock out and jack off, I had been shooting for a year but that was the first time anyone had seen me spurting.

"Gene hadn't even stopped pissing when he stuck his cock in my face and told me to suck it. I didn't want to drink piss so I refused until he stopped and then I dove onto his cock. I still remember the taste of piss that he managed to save until his cock was in my mouth. His friends were too excited to wait for me to suck them so they jacked off spurting their cum in my hair. Gene would have done that too if I hadn't grabbed him by the butt and pulled his cock back in my mouth until he came in me, he didn't taste anywhere near as good as you do..

"A week later they grabbed me again. I had been thinking about drinking piss but had decided that when I did it would be from someone I wanted to give it to me not them. I ended up beat up and wet from my head to my butt, but my mouth stayed piss free.

"Then last summer Teddy and I went camping for a weekend. His father must not have known but he had ten cans of beer with him taken from the garage. We cooled them in a stream nearby where we pitched the tent and after we ate a skimpy meal I cooked, I'm not a cook, we started drinking the beer. You know how it is once you open the valve, beer seems to go right through you. We were playing around, a bit tipsy or maybe even drunk, and would piss here or there until we decided that we both wanted to see what it would be like to taste it. I can't remember when but I had told Teddy about how Gene had treated me.

"By the time we got brave or stupid enough to drink piss straight from the other's cock it was pretty diluted and didn't taste much like anything. What made me do it, I don't know but I asked Teddy the next time he said he needed to piss to shower me." The whole time he was talking Miles had not raised his head to look either of us in the eyes. His cock was erect and had started to leak pre-cum, he really wanted piss.

"How about only one of us pisses on you? The other one can piss on Angelo so you can see him or you can piss on him and we both will piss on you." There was not a chance that either of us would be giving the boy any cum so pissing was going to be the only way we were going to have Miles seeing him.

"Okay. You think he will let me piss on him?"Washington let him know that Angelo thought it was a great idea. We tried using different spots in the yard every time we got into piss play. We couldn't go too far from the house or Angelo was unable to follow us so we were only five feet from the hot tub when we stopped in a circle I had dug at the end of the path through the snow. It was the first and only time I let Miles see any piss do more than just splash on me.

"Shit. He is just a little boy!"

"You can think that if you want, Miles, but he is close to five hundred years old if that makes you feel better. I couldn't have him suck my cock or lick my ass if I looked at him like a twelve year old."

"He's so cute." Angelo was soaking the piss in and becoming more dense. Miles tried to get a hold of him and kiss only to find that the boy didn't know what that was and pulled away.

"Doc, are you ready to fuck me?" I had hoped that he would forget about that, I really wanted to be alone with Washington. He knew what I wanted, even while we were pissing I had been pushing one or two fingers into his asshole. My lover was squeezing down on my fingers while I thought about how to get out of fucking the boy. Suddenly, Miles got into the doggy style position.

"Please. You may both fuck me. I really need it, I don't find enough boys that want to fuck me, they just want me to suck their cocks." He must have been desperate, kneeling on the frozen ground and begging.

"Miles, we talked about this last night and promised each other that we wouldn't fuck you. Let us talk about it for a minute." Angelo had crawled under him and was sucking his cock so the boy was unable to refuse me.

"Washington, what do you think, we have given him piss, let him suck our cocks and sucked his. Is there any sensible reason that we shouldn't fuck him. If you weren't with me there wouldn't be any question that I would but since we are both here? I don't hink he is going to be forming any attachment to us because of a single fuck." I was still fingering my boyfriend and would have rather bent him over the edge of the tub but it was his decision, I had given him possession of my cock when he moved into the shack and wouldn't do anything he wasn't willing to have me do even if it left me with blue balls.

"Will you keep your fingers in me while I fuck him?"

"If that's what you want. You can do that to me, too." I would have rather tell him that I wanted his tongue up my ass while I was fucking the boy but if he was only willing to give me his fingers, okay. There was lube within reach so when Washington pushed the tip of his cock in it went a few inches before the boy yelped. It was good that my lover was going first, even bent over the edge of the tub and off his knees Miles never would have been able to take my cock without being opened up with a smaller cock.

I love the way Angelo darkens as he swallows cum after being soaked in piss. He didn't know but he was going to get the chance to work two loads out of Miles' asshole. Miles had to push him off his cock sometime while I was fucking him. The boy was right he loved having cock in his ass and wasn't getting enough. He stayed through dinner, sucking two cocks for desert.

"Never again."

"What are you talking about, you don't want to come back here?" It wouldn't upset me but the idea we had done something that upset him did.

"NO. I meant that never again will I say I won't take a cock because the guy is too old. Can I come back?"

"You know that we are lovers don't you?"

"Yes, but you both were able to give me three loads of cum today. You could do it again if you want." I had a hard time believing that the boy that had insulted me earlier that evening wanted to come back for my cock.

"It is up to Washington, but I have to tell you that was the reason I broke up with my last boyfriend. I am not crazy about threesomes. Give him a call in a couple weeks and we will see if all three of us want to do it again." I've been saying that the entire time I have been in town about threesomes; but honestly I had enjoyed the evening more than I expected, plus giving him a joint blow job at work had been great. I knew if Washington suggested meeting in the meeting room I would follow him like the puppy dog he had claimed he was when we first started to fuck. Maybe my taste are evolving or maturing.

"Last night was supposed to be our night with the Pobo, did you enjoy spending time with Miles or were you trying to have him not follow in Gene's footsteps." We were sitting at the cafe table having coffee, neither of us dressed for work.

"Actually I had forgotten about our other roommate, we can give it up to the Pobo when you want.. Or if you want, you could fuck me."

"Are you saying I wouldn't have to eat your ass first?" I preferred him fucking me after eating my ass, but I had gotten so that I wanted him so much that I told him that it was totally up to him. All the times he had eaten my ass hadn't been because I asked or demanded it of him, I knew that he enjoyed it but the time had come for me to be less selfish and give up my ass without conditions.

"Back to the bedroom, asshole." It wasn't like he was leading me with his hands on my shoulders but it was nice to be in his control. He hadn't been fucking me enough and if it was because of me needing him to get me ready with his tongue I was going to do my best to enjoy this fuck even without.

I was erect by the time we went through the doorway. I was slightly nervous about allowing my man to fuck me without prepping me the way he had done every time since the first night. When he had me bent over the end of the bed I knew I was going to have a hard fuck, making love he would have had me laying up on the mattress. Why had I agreed to allow him fuck me without properly prepping my asshole?

"Give me a kiss before you do this, lover." I was nervous. I doubted I would open enough even for his seven inches. He isn't as thick as I am but he is respectable and I was sure I would feel all of him going in.

"You don't think I would really try to fuck you without getting you ready do you?" He already had one finger in me and was dropping to his knees.

"But, if you don't want to do this."

"Paulo, you know there is nothing other than suck your cock that I would rather do. I love having my tongue in your asshole. Someday I am going to start tonguing you when we go to bed and not stop until the alarm goes off." He had kept my asshole hairless, it was wonderful to feel his tongue slide up one side of it and down the other before he started circling around his target.

"Already opening up for me? You really must want fucked." He hadn't touched on my asshole with his tongue, I could feel that I was widening. I hoped he didn't make me beg for long. I thought I was going to beg for his tongue and then I thought I would have to beg for his cock but Washington knew I wanted him inside me and didn't hold back.

"If you get the time why don't you text me and I'll meet you downstairs so you can do this again."I hoped Washington was kidding me, he knew I was unlikely to want him fucking me a second time in one day.

We weren't able to meet that day but two days later I had a slow day in the ER and Washington texted me that he had twenty minutes if I could get free. I texted back for him to bring the K-Y. Miles was sitting in the meeting room when we arrived. Neither of us was too happy to see him.

"I've been waiting for two days. We haven't had school so I've had the time and you haven't answered my texts." I didn't know that Washington had received any, I hadn't.

"Who have you been texting? I haven't seen any from you." That made him pull out his phone to show us. The number was off by one for my phone and completely wrong for Washington.

"Where did you get those numbers?"

"Teddy." I wasn't surprised, he knew what his friend liked and wasn't about to give us up just because he managed to get us first.

"Have you gotten any response from either of those numbers?"

"One, the first time I sent a text somebody said they would fuck me in front of the High School." Whoever it was never answered me again. I thought you were pissed that I didn't agree to that.

We were partially pissed, "we came down here to be with each other, Miles, I don't like being interrupted when we are fucking.."

"You can have each other all the time, you can only have me for a few more months."

"Getting married?" Washington is a smart ass at least half the time.

"No, when I graduate I'll have one week before I start nursing college. I was accepted to start in the medical center where you trained to be a doctor. I would have liked to continue competing in diving but I wasn't given any scholarships to colleges that would lead me to the Olympics. My father wasn't willing to send me to any of the elite swim clubs to be trained so its time to study for a career."

"There is a gay swim team where you're going. They have competed in the Gay Games in the past, mostly winning. If you are 'out' that far you might try to get with them once school starts although you won't have much time. Remind me before you go and I'll try to find their info for you." It wasn't the Olympics he had dreamed of winning, but there would be international competition.

I hadn't been watching my lover, I am used to maintaining eye contact with the person I converse with, the sound of the door to the restroom opening drew my attention. Washington's beautiful brown butt was perfectly framed by the doorway. I pulled away from Miles, "I have some business to take care of. Stick around and I'll give you the right numbers so you and Washington can try to arrange something."

"I hope you know I love you." It's a half ass way of telling your partner that but when it comes to emotions I am rather stunted.

"And I love you. I hope you didn't promise Miles that we would have him out to the house for a second night."

"I said I would get him the correct numbers and then it would be up to you two." Washington had really enjoyed sucking the boy's cock and I had enjoyed fucking him and sucking his balls. If my lover set it up for us to repeat that would be okay, if he said no that would also be okay.

He was moaning loudly enough that Miles had to be hearing him. I hoped he would last long enough for me to get a full taste of his cum but the way his ass was bouncing I doubted that he was going to last. "Washington if you don't last long enough for me to give you a blow job I'm going to suck that boy's cock."

I meant it as a threat. He took it as stimulation and within a minute was shooting cum on the yellow tile floor. His contractions squeezed down on me in waves and I followed him within a minute.

"You only have a couple minutes before Dr. Thomas expects you. I'll give Miles a little oral stimulation before I have to get back to work." He grinned at me while going to his knees, I shook my head.

"We agreed it would only happen if we are both there."

"I hoped you were going to forget that. You're supposed to be off Thursday night, right?"He really looked disappointed as he tucked Miles into his pants, I had been kidding him but the ring of truth stopped him.

"I'm supposed to be out of here around 7PM."

"I'm going to arrange something. He better be ready for more than just you and I, the Pobo hasn't had a stranger for a while." The rest of the day the idea of watching Miles being fucked by the Pobo would intrude at the worst times and the Intern would enter the room.

"Don't worry, my father has already headed home. He and my mother were going to a gala benefiting the hospital." Miles was bundled up in more clothes than I would have expected but it was a cold evening and if he had been outside waiting long they would have been necessary.

"Are you sure you want to go out to the shack? Have you heard the stories about it being haunted? By more than just the friendly ghost you already met?" I would just as soon I would be able to go home to my lover and spend the time alone, it had been a stressful day.

"Teddy told me about the ghost that fucked him. Do you think it is a ghost or a demon?" I wasn't able to tell if he was interested because he wanted to know what had fucked his friend or he was another religious zealot that might want to try chasing the Pobo and Angelo.

"It's most likely that the Pobo is a minor god in the Norse grouping of gods but of a different family than the one Odin leads. We think he is Odr, a minor member of a rebellious family of Norse gods. He is living on Earth because he flipped Loki, fucked him as a male god and pissed off Odin. It's not like Loki hadn't been fucked, but most of the stories have him taking on the shape of a woman or female animal. The stories about him as a Trickster god seemed to involve sex an awful lot." I had been studying all the information I could find on Norse Mythology. It had taken months to come up with a name that was a possibility. We had attempted calling out to the Pobo using the name to no avail.

"You don't believe that do you?"

"I don't know. I am of the opinion that there is not one set of gods or one god. Could a powerful god banish a less powerful one to Earth? Why not? But is the being in the store room a god? Doesn't seem too likely, would you live in a storeroom if you were a god, even a minor one?" As much as I had read and Eric had told me I still had trouble believing I lived with a god or even a Demi-god .

"Does he fuck like a god?"He almost sounded 'eager'?

"How would I know, I don't think I ever had a god fuck me."Leo and Washington had said it was a Heavenly fuck, neither of them would actually give the Pobo credit for being better than me. I tended to think he may have been the best fuck I had ever had.

For the rest of the trip Miles stayed quiet. I didn't know what he was thinking and I was trying to decompress after a difficult day so I didn't ask. When we arrived at the shack he was reluctant to get out of the truck. I hoped I didn't need to get back in and drive him home.

"Don't worry, as long as you keep your clothes on he won't bother you." He looked at me weirdly, I wondered if he was thinking how he was going to have sex with us if he kept his clothes on. I was half-way to the shack when I heard the truck door slam and Miles run up behind me.

"You don't think the being that fucked Teddy will hurt me, do you?" I couldn't believe the fear I was hearing in his voice. I suppose it was fair, the only one he knew that had admitted to being fucked by the Pobo had ended up in the hospital so Miles didn't have a good image of the Demi-god. I should have told him about those of us that had enjoyed our time with the Pobo but I wasn't sure how much he was ready to learn about us.

"You're going to be wide open by the time the Pobo has a chance at your asshole, Miles. Washington and I plan on wearing you out." He started laughing while trying to tell me that the only time his ass had felt worn out was when the entire swim team was celebrating a win he had over the previous regional champ. It turns out he had taken ten dicks by the time the bus had made it back to his school. The coach only made the boys 'stop playing around' when it pulled into the parking lot. He had trouble walking from the bus into the locker room, two of his fellow divers had acted like crutches to help him in.

"If that's the case we may have to get the Pobo to help us out."

"Remember, my parents expect me to be home tonight."I think that was just an excuse not to have the Pobo fuck him.

Washington had given Angelo a few spurts of piss so the youngster was visible when we walked through the door. "Is that the being you were talking about?"

"No, that's Angelo. He is the other spirit that lives with us, the one you pissed on the last time you were here?. (I had taken to saying that he lived with us as opposed to saying he haunted the shack.) He hasn't fucked anyone, yet; as small as his cock is he probably never will find a human that wants him to fuck. He enjoys sucking cock and drinking cum. It takes a couple loads for him to be fully visible." Miles didn't ask why he was partially visible, I am not sure either Washington or I was prepared to answer that for the boy. Even after he had taken both of our loads and pissed on Angelo feeding piss to the ghost seemed not to be right to talk about after all he is only twelve/five hundred.

"I heard that there were two spirits here. Washington's parents tell anyone that will listen that the spirits are evil and the shack needs to be torn down or burnt. They don't know about the sex you all have together do they?" He looked straight at Washington and Angelo. The boy looked like he was giggling at the idea of sucking another cock. I wasn't sure why he was confused about there being two spirits, we had played with Angelo when he was here and talked about the Pobo was he having trouble believing Angelo was a spirit?

"No, we haven't thought it would be a good idea to tell them. I didn't know they were spreading the story about the spirits around town, do they tell everyone that they had tried to do an exorcism?" I hoped they weren't spreading that story, fear can be a powerful enemy.

"I don't think so. I haven't heard that." Washington didn't give him details but he told him a little about the evening the three of them had attempted to chase the spirits from the shack only to have the Pobo turn on them. I was sure they hadn't told anyone about the dog-pile, incest was not going to be accepted even if they tried to blame it on a ghostly demon.

"Enough talking, I need to get out of these clothes. I've been hard and drooling pre-cum thinking about getting into your ass, Miles. I was already down to the boxer briefs I had thrown on after the Intern had come close to embarrassing me in front of an entire ward room of preteen and teen boys (6) suffering from the latest flu. I was so visible that one of the older boys had squeezed me while I was checking his throat. Kids aren't sexy to me so that had almost made me lose the erection but he looked a lot like Angelo and as quick as my cock went down it was back up although that was after the boy had moved his hand up to my chest under my shirt.

Angelo was physical enough that he was able to fish both my cock and Washington's out of our briefs. It was rhetorical but I asked Miles if he liked what he was looking at and which one of us he want to fuck him first. He reached down to touch Washington and my lover lead him to our bedroom. Miles sounded pleased with the cock entering him, Washington sounded like he was having no trouble mastering the boy. I wanted to give Washington time to spend with Miles alone, he had never fucked in front of me and it might be intimidating.

His asshole was still tight when I went to enter him. That may have been because Angelo had sucked a load out of his cock and tightened him up or because Washington had licked his ass just enough to make him jump. I had to use my fingers to open him up again, I wasn't upset by that although I was getting in a rush to be inside the boy. Sliding through lube is good, but sliding into a deposit of my lover's cum and using it to fuck the boy was better. Angelo didn't move away from Miles' cock after the first load he sucked out of his asshole.

That first fuck was hard and fast. I shot a full load into him while he sucked another load out of Washington. I slowed for a minute or two before starting to fuck him a second time. He was doing well at gripping and fucking back on my cock, I gave him the longest strokes I could until I had a second load spurting deep inside him. I would guess we had been fucking for twenty-five or thirty minutes by then and I was set for another time.

We flipped Miles onto his back from his side. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

Angelo was fully visible. I thought Miles had given him at least two loads of cum while I fucked him. Washington was still hard and slowly using Miles' mouth but he wasn't trying to unload again. My lover and I kissed for a few minutes, warming me up even more than the boy had.

"Are you going to give him a third fuck?"

"Unless you are needing me to fuck you." I would gladly have switched over to fucking my lover.

"Please, don't stop now." I could see in Miles' eyes that he really wanted to be fucked more. It would have been nice to have Washington in him with me but he was still too tight to take a second cock. I whispered in Washington's ear, "sit on his mouth."

Neither of us knew what his response would be.

I hoped he dug into my boyfriend's ass, he needed to have a tongue sliding up in him, I didn't eat his ass often enough or well enough to keep him satisfied although he never complained since he knew any time I licked his ass he would be fucked at least twice. I hadn't thought about that when I told him to sit on Miles' face. As I was getting close to cumming a third time Washington screamed that he needed fucked. Shit, I didn't know what to do, I wouldn't be able to go a fourth round and doubted that Miles would either.

"To the living room." Washington understood immediately that I was going to allow him to have the Pobo fuck him. Miles didn't understand what was happening as I grabbed him around the waist and carried him to the sofa. With the pair side by side I gave a few last strokes to Miles and a few to Washington before cumming on both of their assholes. Angelo looked upset when I held him back from sucking up the cum, I pulled him onto my cock, giving him barely two drops but he working my cock clean as I moved back to give room to the Pobo.

I sat on the sofa beside Miles' head. I gently laid a hand on his head and told him to wait a moment. That was all it took, the Pobo went for him first. I'm not sure but I expect he was held down on the back of the sofa the same way Washington and I had been. Miles yelled as the huge cock entered him. I hoped he was finding that he enjoyed it, but saw Washington sink onto the back of the sofa and bite down onto his fist as he was entered. For an hour the Pobo alternated fucking the pair, the noise was more than I expected but I had managed to hold onto Angelo so he watched the entire scene instead of hiding in the bedroom.

The Pobo was barely visible, I could see the sweat running down a wildly muscled chest to a waist that might have measured 26 inches. He wore a Viking helmet and vest. This legs didn't start until what would have been a human's knees, he was a single mass of muscle from there to his shoulders. It was the first time I had seen his face, he didn't look like any human I had ever seen, his head and face had a slight resemblance to a Neanderthal reconstruction I had seen in a museum. He may have been more like the Denisovans that were starting to be reconstructed in China other than the fact his head and face were twice the size of a human's.

If I hadn't already had some contact with the creature I would have run in fear. As far as I was concerned it didn't have the appearance of a god. The cock standing out from the center of it's body was easily the foot long that we had thought, perhaps more. The arms and hands were much like the legs and feet, starting at the elbow from the torso with six or seven fingered hands, each as large as both of mine.

I had no idea why he was as visible as he was. As he turned and walked back into the storage room I saw the tail that helped him balance. I kept Miles' head pressed to the sofa so he didn't see what had just fucked him. Washington didn't look up until the creature was walking away so he didn't get a good look but was able to get a glimpse of the shape and notice the tail. Before I spoke with either of them I tried my best to sketch what I had seen, front and back. Only when I went to add in the cock did I realize that I hadn't seen any balls, where were they? He was producing cum or some liquid substance.

Washington took Miles home. The boy had been fucked enough and was ready to go to bed. Before he left he asked if there might be another time when the three of us could get together, he wasn't interested in having the Pobo fuck him again. I was sure that would change as his ass recuperated.

I was waiting in the Hot tub for Washington. He was only gone for twenty minutes or so, but I missed him. When he returned he jumped into the tub with me, splashing hot water into the snow surrounding us. "I'm glad you have a top for this, I would not be happy to spend the entire winter without the chance to soak out here with you."

"I am always happy to be here with you."

"Paulo, why didn't you let the Pobo fuck you, too?" He had a finger pressing at my asshole, I hoped he continued pressing. I wasn't sure why but I needed the feel of having him inside me.

"I thought it was more important for me to hold Miles. I didn't have any idea how he was going to react to having a foot of cock slide into him without any warning." I had thought that I might return a fuck if Washington would get us started. After the time I had spent in Miles' ass I was getting tired, he wasn't going to get a double or triple that night.

"Did you get him home without running into his parents?"

"The house was dark when I dropped him off. All the way home he begged me to arrange it with you for him to meet us in the hospital meeting room, again. He promised to suck both our cocks at the same time if we want."

"Seems like he was reading my mind, I was thinking I would have liked you to join me in his asshole." It was too late for it to happen, but I wondered what Washington thought about the idea.

"If we ever agree to have him out here again I'd love to give it a try. Do you think he is spread open enough to take us both?" The idea of fucking had him pushing his finger in and wiggling it. I wished he would put in another one but I knew if I asked he would suggest allowing the Pobo to fuck me. All I wanted in me was my lover.

"He took the Pobo without being torn, we might managed to both get in his ass and fuck him righteously.

"Are you ready to take me to bed?"It wasn't a night when he would normally take the lead but I thought I should take the chance of asking.

"You don't need to lick me first. Lube me up good with your fingers and I will let you fuck me until your cock can't fuck anymore." I had never permitted him to give me two in a row but I hoped that he would try, although since Angelo had his second load I doubted there would be two more in his balls

"When Teddy comes out for sex are you going to let him fuck you?" I sensed some jealousy from Washington. Where it was coming from I didn't know, he had agreed to me fucking his cousin months earlier.

"I don't plan on it. Why?"

"Miles was telling me that Teddy had been talking about how he thought you had the best looking butt he had ever seen and it would be a shame not to ever fuck you." Washington pulled his finger out and wiped it on a towel by the tub. I was glad to see that fingering me had made him hard, I leaned into him and kissed his cock repeatedly and by the time he was shivering, his balls.

"Let's get inside before I freeze."

"Don't worry, once you get your cock in me you are going to have a natural heater working on you."I stood and hugged him for a minute before leading him out of the tub and into the house. Soaking in the Tub always made my asshole tighten up so much that it would take him five or ten minutes to get me open enough to take his cock but I wasn't willing to wait.

"Push some lube in me and plough all the way in, please." The only times I had ever begged Washington to fuck me were when he had licked my ass. He must have thought I needed that first and started to drop down.

"No. Please, just fuck me!" I knew that he loved to lick my ass and push his tongue in as far as he could but whether it had been watching the Pobo fuck him or having his finger in me, I wanted him in me at that moment and would have knocked him to the floor and sat on his cock if I had to. We had gotten past him not fucking me once a week or more, as I felt the tip of his cock touch on my asshole I seized him by the butt and pushed back hard.

"Who's the bitch, now?"

"Shut up and fuck me." I had never been like that before, there were times that I enjoyed a hard fuck but I had never been rude about it. He pulled back and made me grab at his butt and cock.

I was glad that he had shot two loads of cum. For at least forty-five minutes he pounded me. I loved it and told him so. It was the first time that I had ever been able to get him to fuck that hard or long.

"Where do you want this big load of cum"

I would normally have had him shoot on my balls and taint or my asshole but for some reason I yelled at him to "shoot your cum on my face!"

It was only a minute or so before Angelo sucked the cum from my face. It had not been what I thought it would be like so I was glad he was still hungry for cum. I followed Washington into the bathroom thinking he was still worried about the Pobo but he told me to get in the tub and sit. Other than a few times when we tried to drink each other's piss it was the first time that he showered me in the tub not the backyard. I wanted to return the favor but sitting in the tub choose to piss on myself, covering my chest and hitting my face.

"You sure could be turned into my bitch, love." He was still standing over me with the last few drops of piss hitting my open mouth.

"Is that what you want?" I thought I was happy with a relationship that was totally reciprocal but as much as I had fallen in love with Washington if he was going to tell me there was something else he wanted or needed I would definitely consider it. I don't like being fucked as much as he does but if he thought he could fuck me daily I would do whatever it was that I would need to do to make it possible. We were doing more piss play than I had expected when he told me it would only be on occasions, we were both willing to drink each other and the other enjoyed giving.

"Paulo, I'm just playing a role. Haven't you ever heard of role-playing?" He seemed shocked that I could believe he was going to turn me into his bitch when that was the role he enjoyed playing.

I leaned into him and easily took his cock into my mouth. There are times I am naive and others when just plain stupid. I was glad that my lover didn't want any huge changes in the way we were living. He had saved a few spurts for that moment.

The weather gradually warmed. It had been a wet spring so the grass was already high when I stopped at the garage to see if Teddy was going to mow the lawn that year. For the first time when I stopped that he wasn't there, well first time when he wasn't mowing my grass at least. The boy taking the money didn't look like him at all, he was maybe 5-5, thin, blond and had a narrow face. I saw the name tag that said he was Lonnie, I remembered Teddy telling me about the boy being the twin of Lilli Beth before I made a faux pas. He told me that Teddy was at the shack cutting the grass and should be back in an hour if I needed to talk. I could see that the boy was trying to figure out why I was asking about his brother. I let him wonder, if he ever used the restroom at the garage he would know his brother sucked cock.

I was off for the day and after finishing my errands drove home. Washington was working so I wasn't rushing to finish what needed done, I stopped at a family owned restaurant a block away from the one that had crushed so many lives only months earlier. I was happy to see the young blond that I had operated on waiting tables, I asked for his section and sat with a menu.

"Dr. Alvarez, I didn't expect to see you in here." I didn't know why until the food was served.

"I was next door signing some papers I have to every month. How long have you been working here?"

"I started here two days after you released me from the hospital. My legs are getting stronger so I can work almost the full day. When I started you know I was only able to do it for about an hour." His legs had been one of the minor injuries he had suffered when the roof collapsed, I was glad to see that his color was almost normal and his hands were no longer shaking.

"Are you still going into the hospital for therapy?"

"Yesterday was the last time. I am now a free man." He stood proudly and raised his arms over his head.

"Can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure, you've had your hands inside me so why not?" He grinned as he answered me, I guess knowing someone had their hands inside you could make that seem like a foolish question.

"Have you and the guy you saved by throwing your tray met outside of the hospital?" Ron had talked about this guy the entire time he had been under my care, I hoped they had an opportunity to get together.

"Dr. Alvarez, I'm not gay. I am getting married next month and don't think my fiance would appreciate me going out with a man." I would have thought he was gay from all of the outward appearances.

"Have you even talked with him?" I was feeling sorry for Ron.

"He stopped by my room while we were still in the hospital. I had to tell him I wasn't gay with visitors in the room. He may have thought I was just trying to act straight in front of my relatives, but it's true." He was pulled away from the table by a man rudely waving his arm twenty feet away. I tried waiting tables when in undergraduate school, I don't understand why waiters and waitresses don't lose their minds. I saw why Ron was taken with him but was sorry for the man.

Teddy had taken the time to rake the front lawn and then mow it again to get the clumps that had grown too rapidly that spring. It was surprisingly neat. When I walked around the back I found him working on the steep banks that were always problematic. I thought I should take up the rake and help but decided that I would prefer to watch Teddy, especially since he was stripped down to that same old jock strap. Before I said anything to him I had to think about the agreement Washington and I had about this almost perfect boy, we still hadn't come to an agreement about me sucking his balls but the one hairless orb hanging out of the jock strap made an agreement unimportant to me, if he came close enough I would gladly suck on his balls before fucking him.

I waited until he had stopped the lawn mower to rake a portion of the back yard before talking to him. "Are you here to spend the night, Teddy?"

"As much work as this has been I don't think I'll have the energy to spend the night with you. But, I am ready for the night you promised me." I was glad to hear that he was getting over the mourning he had been going through. The city had offered free counseling to anyone that went in to a temporary clinic because of the eighty deaths, I had suggested to him that a few visits might help he had lost a brother and sister after all. I don't know if he took advantage of the help but he was looking and sounding better.

"Dr. Alvarez, could we do it sometime this weekend?" I don't know if he thought it would attract me more but he was scratching at the exposed ball, I thought about the chance to see both.

"I'm supposed to be off Friday and Saturday nights. Tell me which one you think works for you and I'll have Washington spend the night at his parents'." I was hoping it would be Friday, I was to go into the hospital at 4 AM Sunday morning and would need all the rest I could get as it was scheduled to be an eighteen hour shift mostly in the ER.

"Friday will be okay, but you will have to let me get some sleep. I have to go to the garage at 7 AM on Saturday. When do you want me to show up?" He looked so eager I had a hard time resisting right then. I did stroke his butt letting my fingers get closer than ever, I was almost completely hard by the time I said it was time for him to get back to work.

"He's your cousin. Don't you want him to enjoy the night we spend together?" Washington and I had been arguing about those hairless balls and the intent Miles had told us Teddy had.

"That is my ass."

"I fully agree with that. He is not going to get his cock within feeling distance of my asshole. But to stop him I think I might have to get him off with more than just a fuck or my hand."

"Have Angelo suck him off."

I had agreed that the ghost would probably be able to drain Teddy's balls a couple times although it is irregular for him to suck anyone more than once in a day. I have to admit that I wanted Washington to give me permission to suck Teddy's balls if not his cock.

"How often did you get off a night when you were that age?" I hoped he didn't throw the question back at me, I would have had to say at least four.

"I don't know, as many times as my partner would work the cum out of me I guess.

"How many times do you think you are going to fuck him?" That was an unanswerable question. I had promised not to give him the triple fuck but that generally meant that he would get a double at least twice and if he wanted, another when he woke in the morning.

"I know you want to get at his balls. How about you suck them before I leave Friday night? That way I get to see what you are enjoying and maybe suck his cock for him if he is ready to shoot a load."

"You can do that but I can't?"

"That's right. I have sucked his cock lots of times."

"I think you need to let me suck him once to make up for all those times."

"You aren't going to like his cum. It is usually bitter."

"But you do?" I wondered if that was just an excuse he had come up with while we were talking.

"No, I always spit it out." He never spit out my cum. For a moment I wondered what Angelo would do.

"Do you want to stick around long enough to tell him what you are allowing?" I thought it was a ridiculous idea but he said he would. There must be a little more between the cousins than I knew about.

I hated the idea of them fighting over what we could do once Washington left but if Teddy understood that there were limits maybe he would be satisfied with what he got. Hell, being fucked five times in one night should pretty much satisfy anyone, even Miles. Once would have been more than enough for me.