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WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 14
After we were both completely satisfied, we went to sleep with Matt spooning against my back and his still semi erect cock pushed into the crack of my ass. That was one of my favorite positions.
Our plan had been that one of us would move out onto the couch during the night so that Mark wouldn't realize that Matt and I were sleeping in the same bed. That was really naive on our part. It also assumed that we would be able to wake up early. That didn't happen.
I woke up about five thirty the next morning as the sun was beginning to make its way over the tops of the trees and into the bedroom window. Matt and I had changed positions in the night. I was now spooning him. My morning erection was pressed against his ass, and my right arm was looped under his and my hand was against his belly. I could feel his pubic hair against the edge of my fingers. I moved my hand down to his flaccid cock and gently stroked it.
Something didn't feel just right. I realized that my arm was stretched out farther than it should be. I opened my eyes and looked over at Matt. I saw two heads! Mark had gotten in bed with us. I was spooning Matt, and Matt was spooning Mark, and the dick that was hardening in my hand was Mark's not Matt's! I moved my hand away like it had been burned. I was now completely awake, and my heart was racing.
I got out of the bed as quietly as I could, grabbed a pair of gym shorts, and went into the kitchen. I put the coffee on, took my morning pee, and took a mug of coffee out to the deck to try and collect my thoughts.
I was about done with the mug of coffee when I heard sounds out in the kitchen. Matt came out onto the deck with two fresh mugs of coffee. Usually Matt didn't put anything on in the morning until we were ready to take our morning jog, but this morning he had slipped on a pair of running shorts.
"Good morning, Lover," he greeted me as he handed one of the steaming mugs to me. "This is early even for you."
"Matt, Mark's in the bed."
"Yeah, I noticed. He used to come into my bed lots of times when he was little, especially when dad was yelling at mom or beating her. He must have felt pretty insecure or had a bad dream last night."
"Well, he may feel even more insecure now. I was still in the bed when he came in, and when I woke up this morning I thought I was holding your dick, but it was his."
Matt sat down in one of the deck chairs. "Oh, shit! We may have some explaining to do."
"We knew we'd have to tell him, but I didn't think it would be THIS soon. How do you want to handle this?"
Matt shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe just wait to see if he even noticed that you were in the bed with me. Let's avoid the whole issue for a while and do our jog."
When we got back from jogging, Mark was sitting at the dining room table with a mug of coffee and a can of Ensure. Apparently he didn't like clothes any better than his brother because he was still naked. I tried to avoid looking, but I wasn't entirely successful. The view was just too good to pass up.
"Morning," he mumbled through his wired jaws. "You guys should have waited for me. I need to get back into some exercise."
"Hey," Matt responded as he tosseled Mark's hair, "if you sleep in, you don't run."
"Make sure you don't over do it," I warned. "Remember your ribs."
"How can I forget. They remind me all the time," Mark winced.
Mark didn't say anything about finding Matt and me in the same bed, so we didn't bring the subject up. After breakfast, Matt and Mark worked with the weights while I showered and shaved.
After their showers, we went into town to show Mark around. We stopped at Jamal's apartment and the four of us went out to lunch at one of the local fast food places. I felt sorry for Mark who had to spoon a chocolate shake in between his wired jaws while the rest of us chowed down on burgers and fries.
Jamal had found an apartment that he wanted all of us to go look at. It was a small one bedroom place in the same complex where I'd had my first apartment. Jamal said he didn't want to break in another roommate, so he was looking for a place by himself. The rental price was within his budget, so he signed the lease while we were all there.
Afterwards, Jamal followed us back out to the house, and we got ready for our afternoon run. About two miles into the run, Mark's ribs started acting up, and he said that he would head back to the house. Matt headed back with Mark while Jamal and I continued the run.
As we pulled out of ear shot of Mark and Matt, Jamal said, "That's a mighty good looking kid. I'd sure have a hard time not being hard with him around. When are you goin' to tell him 'bout you and Matt?"
"We may not need to tell him."
"What do you mean?"
So I related the bed incident to Jamal.
He laughed. "Well, the closet door may be wide open now, honey. He's still a good lookin' kid. If I thought there was the slightest chance I'd be all over him like ants at a picnic."
When Jamal and I got back to the house, Matt and Mark we sitting in the hot tub, so we joined them after stretching out. We each had a couple of beers, including Mark. The conversation was relaxed and easy.
I asked Jamal to stay for dinner, knowing that it meant I'd have to cook double the amount of food. I got out of the tub to go find something for dinner. I just dried off with one of the towels beside the tub, and walked into the kitchen naked. In a couple of minutes Mark came in and asked if he could help.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist. I asked him to peel some potatoes to make a hot potato salad while I started the charcoal fire for the chicken. Mark's towel fell off when he bent down to take the potatoes out from under the sink. He looked at it for a second, shrugged his shoulders and just let it lie on the floor while he started peeling the potatoes. I guess he figured that if I could walk around naked so could he.
I got the fire going and came back inside. Mark had the potatoes peeled and boiling, and he asked what else he could do. I had him set the table which he did without covering up at all. He definitely was nice to look at. He was a little more muscular than Matt, and judging from the amount of hair already present on his legs, ass, and chest, he was going to be hairier than Matt. His movements had the same athletic grace as Matt's, and his cock and balls looked like they were virtually identical to his brother's.
I gave Mark instructions on how to complete the potato salad and went back outside to start the chicken. I came back in after about twenty minutes to get another beer. Matt and Jamal were out of the hot tub and sitting in the chairs on the deck just outside the dining room. They hadn't put any clothes on either. Well, I thought, this will be an interesting meal with all of us sitting around as naked as the day we were born.
Mark's potato salad was better than mine, and it was a big hit with Jamal who ate most of it. I felt sorry for Mark who had another meal of Ensure while we all pigged out on the solid food. He did mash up some of the potato salad and managed to get the stuff in through his closed teeth.
We sat and talked for a while after dinner until Jamal announced that he needed to get home as he had a date later in the evening with "...a skinny little white thing."
Matt and I exchanged glances since we knew the "little white thing" was male and not female.
Jamal and Mark washed the dishes while Matt and I took a glass of wine out onto the deck. When they were done Jamal and Mark came out. Jamal had put on his clothes, but Mark was still as naked.
Jamal made his good-byes and gave Matt and I a bear hug before turning to Mark. He took Mark's hand and then, conscious of Mark's ribs, drew him into a hug that was obviously much gentler than the ones he'd given us.
When Jamal was gone, the three of us sat on the deck and talked. We knew we'd have to find an attorney to help Matt and Mark through the legal aspects of settling their mother's estate. Since Mark had turned eighteen the month before there wouldn't be the question of finding a legal guardian for him. I brought up the subject of counseling. Matt agreed right away, but Mark was reluctant at first. Finally, Matt convinced him to agree to counseling.
Mark told us that he had applied and been accepted to the university without his father's knowledge. Apparently word had gotten around in the football coaching circles about the volatility of Mark and Matt's dad since no one had made any scholarship offers to Mark. That had been another point of frustration for their father. Mark said that he had always wanted to go to the university, and since he knew that Matt was looking for teaching jobs in the area, he had hoped to be able to live with him. He also said that he would be interested in trying out for the football team as a walk-on. I figured the coaches were going to be very happy with this new student.
About eleven Mark headed up to his bedroom. The night had stayed warm, so we had stayed naked. As we had the night before, Matt and I waited for half an hour or so before we went into the bedroom. When we came together in the bed, it was as if the rest of the world didn't exist. The only reality was what we were doing to each other at that moment. After bringing each other close to orgasm several times with our mouths, Matt put me on my back, spread lube on my hard cock and then impaled himself on the greased shaft. He moved his ass up and down on my cock and leaned forward and kissed me at the same time. It was incredible. As his ass pleasured my dick, I could feel his balls rubbing against the skin above my pubic hair. I reached down and began stroking his throbbing member in rhythm to his movements up and down on my cock. We never broke our kiss, even when we both erupted in a mutual climax as I emptied my balls into his hot rectum and his cum made a pool of hot cream between our stomachs and up to our chests.
I hated to move, but we were a mess with Matt's cum spread all over our chests and stomachs. I finally got up, got a towel, and wiped the cum off our bodies. We settled into a little post love making caressing and kissing, and, despite our best intentions, we fell asleep.
I woke up with a start. It was completely black since there was no moon that night. I glanced at the alarm clock. Three A.M. I heard the bedroom door open, and I knew it had to be Mark. There wasn't anything I could do; we were caught again! I was on the side of the bed closest to the door. I heard him come into the room and over to the bed.
I felt a hand touched my arm. "Matt?" he whispered.
"No, it's Gary." I felt Matt stir a little on the other side.
"Mark?" Matt asked sleepily. "Did you have the dream again?"
"Yeah. Just like when we were little."
I could feel Mark trembling as he stood beside the bed. I decided that the cat was already out of the bag (or maybe it was out of the closet) so I opened the covers and told Mark to get in.
He slid under the covers and snuggled his naked back and ass against my front. "Thanks," he whispered.
Matt rolled over and spooned against my backside so that I was sandwiched in between the two of them. He put his arm around both Mark and me and drew us even closer. "It's okay, Kid. Dad's gone. He can't hurt us any more."
Mark put his arm back over my side onto Matt's hip. "I know that, but the dream keeps coming back."
I put my arm around Mark's stomach and pulled him closer. "It's okay guys. It's all okay now."
I was soon rewarded with the sound of steady breathing from both of them. They had gone back to sleep, but I was wide awake and very conscious of the two muscled, naked hunks who were cuddled next to me. I felt Matt's penis become semi hard against my ass cheeks. At the same time Mark clenched his buttocks in his sleep and my own cock began to harden and poke into the crack of his ass.
It was going to be a very long night.
(To be continued)