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WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 16
Over the next few weeks Matt, Mark and I established a routine. We jogged in the morning, showered and ate breakfast, then Matt and Mark would leave for work. They had both gotten summer jobs with the county Parks and Recreation Department working on the county's athletic fields and assisting with the youth athletic programs. After they left in the mornings, I would work outside building a rock wall along one edge of the driveway. It was my landscaping project for the summer, and I enjoyed the physical labor. When it got hot during the middle of the day, I'd stay inside and work on some articles for publication since the decision on my tenure was coming up in another year, I wanted to make certain there would be no question. I worked with the weights or back out in the yard in the late afternoon.
Unless there was an evening game in the youth athletic program, Matt and Mark would be home by six or seven. We would all go for another jog followed by a round of showers before I would cook dinner. Of course Mark's meals were limited to Ensure and food that could be pushed through the small gap between his teeth since his jaws were still wired shut. Matt and Mark took the job of cleaning up after my cooking, and I was glad. I loved to cook, but I hated the clean up.
Following dinner and the clean up, we would lounge in the hot tub or on the deck enjoying the evening and night breezes until bed time. Mark came down into our bed once or twice a week.
Later he confessed that it wasn't always because he'd had a nightmare.
"Sometimes I just get lonely at night."
We got used to him coming into the room and slipping into bed with us. We would wake up in the morning wrapped around each other like sleeping puppies.
Since I stayed home most of the time, I rarely wore any clothes, except when jogging. I developed a pretty respectable all-over tan. Matt and Mark's tans were limited to their faces, arms and legs since they had to wear shirts and shorts on the job. They were generally naked any time they were around the house. We all became very familiar with each others bodies. There was lots of hugging, kissing, and playful stroking of cocks all around. Matt and I kept our intense love making in the bedroom, and Mark respected that.
Matt and Mark began to see a counselor once a week. The counselor was the same woman who had worked with Matt previously. The guys contacted a lawyer in their home town to help them through the legal tangles of settling their mother's estate, and the police allowed the guys to remove some more things from their old house.
On the weekends, Jamal was a frequent visitor as were Kevin and Kathy and their kids.
Mark got the wires off his jaw just before the Fourth of July. I had taken him to the doctor because Matt was working. As soon as he got out of the doctor's office he insisted that we go to McDonald's for a Quarter Pounder with Cheese. Actually he ate two.
"You can't imagine how good this tastes," he said between mouthfuls of the second burger, "but my jaws are getting tired!"
I laughed. "We still have several cans of Ensure at the house. You can always go back to that if you get tired of chewing."
He shuddered. "I don't think I want to look at another can of that stuff for the rest of my life. I'll get used to chewing again!"
The next day was the Fourth. Mark slept in, but Matt and I got up and did our morning run. Mark was still in bed when we got back, so we had breakfast and took our coffee out on to the deck. We were sitting on one of the benches around the edge of the deck. I was leaned into Matt so that my head was resting against his bare chest and he had his right arm draped over my shoulder. He was lightly brushing my nipple and playing with the hair on my chest when Mark came out on the deck. He was naked, of course, and he stretched in the sunlight giving both of us a great view of his body and cock. I was struck again by how much Mark looked like Matt.
"How's the jaw this morning, Bro?" asked Matt.
Mark sat down across from us and rubbed his jaw. "It's still sore, but it feels great to be able to open it!"
We laughed and began teasing Mark about having to learn how to chew again. After a few minutes of humor we all got up and started moving around the house.
Jamal came out to the house in the late afternoon, and we all went for a run. After the run they all took turns taking showers while I got the grill ready to cook dinner. It was just going to be Matt, Mark, Jamal, and me for the evening since Kevin and Kathy had gone to the beach for the week. After my shower, I skewered chunks of marinated steak, potatoes, onions, peppers, and mushrooms for shishkabobs.
After dinner we piled into the 4Runner to watch the Fourth of July fire works in town. It was close to midnight when we got back to the house.
The night was soft and warm. We all got a beer and sat on the deck talking. About one in the morning, the beer was gone and the conversation had died out. Mark helped Jamal make up the couch in the living room, and we all went to bed.
Of course Matt and I began making love as soon as we were in the bedroom. Matt was lying on his back, and I had impaled myself on his stiff cock. I was slowly rocking forward and back enjoying the feeling of my balls moving on Matt's belly just above his pubic hair. Matt was playing with my nipples with his left hand and slowly stroking my cock with his right. We stopped moving when we heard the knock on the bedroom door.
"Get decent, guys. I've got to talk to you," Mark said as he opened the door. Naked, he came in and sat down on the bed next to me. He threw his leg up on the bed and pressed it against Matt's side. "I need some advice," he began.
Matt was not amused with this development, and I could feel his cock begin to soften a little inside me. "This had better be good, Mark," he sighed.
"I'm sorry. I can see that I've interrupted a really hot session, but I need some advice."
"This can't wait until morning?" I asked.
"No. I'll never get to sleep if I don't talk about this."
"Okay, spill it," Matt said. He turned slightly toward Mark, but he kept his hand on my dick.
"I really like Jamal. How do I get him to notice me?"
I tightened my ass muscles around Matt's cock and was rewarded by feeling him grow harder. "Are you sure he hasn't noticed?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know he thinks you're hot. He's told me so."
"He's never told me that."
Matt reached out and put his hand on Mark's thigh. "Did you consider that he might be afraid that you don't think he's attractive?"
"Man, he's just about the most attractive thing I've ever seen. I've had the hots for him even before I saw the two of you behind the garage, but he always treated me like a little brother."
Matt patted Mark's thigh and smiled. "Sometimes you have to take chances. I had to take a big chance to get this old thing to wake up and take notice." As he spoke he moved his hand up and down on my cock. I tightened my rectal muscles again and felt his prick pulse inside me.
I laughed. "If you do anything, be careful that you don't break your jaw again. I've never seen him hard, but it must be pretty big."
Mark leaned toward me and replied, "Well, I've seen it hard, and if I get the chance, I'll manage."
He reached into the drawer of the bedside table retrieving some lube and a couple of condoms. He smiled. "I can see that you guys don't need any more lube."
"Wish me luck." He gave us both a quick kiss and left the bedroom closing the door behind him.
We watched him leave, and then Matt began moving his hips against my ass. He smiled. "Mark may have a sore jaw and an even sorer ass tomorrow."
I started to reply, but he pulled me down and kissed me. I was lost after that. Our bodies took over, and we moved instinctively toward our climax.
(To be continued)