Grief Of Three: Mmm Gay Menage Romance

by Sam Haywood

  "I've known for ten years, Roman. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I could wish to have known it even earlier," he glanced at Peter, who was staring at the frothing water in the middle of the pool, "but that was not to be."

  Tears formed on Roman's cheeks. "Then why not tell me earlier? Why wait till now?"

  Peter looked up. "Send all blame my way, son, because I am the cause of all of this. I advised him not to tell you, because of what came next. There is somewhat more to this story, and I'm afraid it doesn't get any better. First, let me say that, while my actions in this are the least honourable ones of my life, they aren't my greatest sin. Roman, what I did gave me my son, and eventually, gave me you, too. However reprehensible I was, especially to Emmy, I cannot regret that. When I told J. P. about it, he of course, was magnanimous. He would gladly have given me all the sperm I needed, had I asked. But I could not bring myself to do that. He quickly and easily forgave my deception. For Emmy, it was harder. I could not tell her the truth. But she is a smart woman. How could she not notice that her growing son looked so much more like my handsome best friend than he did like me? Eventually, she checked the birth certificate and saw the blood type. She knew it was not biologically possible for Dalton to be my son. She knew she had not been unfaithful to me. She remembered the events of the night of the conception. And so, she put together what I had done. It was not easy, and I did not deserve it, but I am glad to tell you that she too has forgiven me."

  There was a period of silence. Then I spoke up. "You said there was more to the story?"

  Dalton cleared his throat. "Well, I will tell this part, if I can." His voice was like gravel, and I realized he was struggling not to break down."

  "Jack, your daddy and I grew up together, we used to say, like brothers, not knowing we were brothers. I can't tell you when we fell in love with one another. I don't think we were ever not in love. We were together every day. Like our fathers, we were active and athletic. We played football and baseball, the two big sports around here, and we were jocks at the school. Hell, we were president and vice president of our class every year. We actually alternated. In warm weather, we grew up out at the lake, running around naked with our dads, often with friends, swimming and fishing. It was the perfect childhood. By that time, we lived in these two houses. This pool was not yet here, but the gate was. We hardly ever slept apart. One or the other of us would sneak out of the house every night and creep into bed with the other. Our mothers knew to expect two kids in bed in the morning, or none, but hardly ever just one.

  "We started having sex at thirteen. I'm sorry if that is more than you want to know, but it's just the truth. And once we started, there was no stopping us. But we did well in school, too, and soon enough, we were off at the University, living together of course, with student deferments from the draft. We followed our fathers' footsteps. I went to med school, he went to law. But then, things began to go wrong for us.

  Jack, your grandmother could be difficult, I think you know that. She was always what they call 'high strung.' Over the years, she had two or three kind of genteel 'nervous breakdowns.' I'm not blaming her, it was not easy for her, surrounded as she was by gay men. But from the 60's on, she was pretty wigged out on drugs and alcohol. She was the original Valium queen here locally. And she could get pretty shrill, O. K.? She was after Jimmy all the time to get away from me, get a girlfriend, all of that. Finally, he did. He got engaged to your mother, and he told me he could not see me anymore.

  "I was devastated, of course. I later found out, he was, too, but I didn't know that then. I thought he didn't want to hear from me, and I forced myself to oblige, though it hurt like all hell. There was certainly no other man for me. So I chose a woman, who became my wife and Roman's mother." He looked appreciatively in Roman's direction.

  "I hurled myself into my career. The marriage was a sham from the first. We stuck it out for years, though, I can't imagine why. But when we split, I dropped Jimmy a note to let him know. I was aware he visited Hebron from time to time, and I did, too, of course, but we didn't see one another. Well, that changed. We got together, and it was as if we had been apart twelve days instead of twelve years. We mostly met at the lake. I think you were there one of those times, Jack.

  "Well, your mom is also not a dumb woman. She caught on and forbade Jimmy to see me. All that did was make him more careful and keep you out of the equation. But it was so hard, and we loved one another so much. Finally, he decided to leave her and be with me. We were so happy-we could hardly wait."

  Here, he broke down weeping. Roman was sniffling, too. We waited him out. At last, Peter took up the tale.

  "Boys, that was when I told Dalton the story I have just told you. Now, in hindsight, I realize my timing was pathetic. I should have told them both years earlier, or not at all. But I foolishly thought that they should know before they took up living together as a couple that they were biological brothers. So I did it."

  Now Dalton was sobbing almost uncontrollably. Roman slid over to his father and put his arms around him. Dalton wept onto Roman's strong, bare shoulder while Peter continued.

  "Well, it did not go down well. I should have known. Dalton was very badly hurt by my deception. He immediately got on a plane for Philadelphia. Jim was not at home. Dalton went to his office, though it was after hours. He got the security man to let him in by claiming to be Jim's brother. He went to Jim's office, and found him there in flagrante delicto, with Andre. To spare you the details, there was a row. Dalton spilled the beans on me, not under the most opportune circumstances. It was a big, unfortunate blow-up."

  Now Dalton was stony-faced, but no longer crying. He gamely, but hoarsely, took up the tale.

  "That night was the worst experience of my life, except, I guess, when I heard what Jim did later. I know it was the biggest mistake of my life, and I'll never get over it. Boys, don't ever say awful things to one another. If you are hurt and angry, for God's sake, shut the fuck up. I don't know how we could both be so cruel, but we were. I was cut to the quick by his betrayal with Andre, and he was blown out of the water by my news. It was just awful. And we were never to have the opportunity to recover from it.

  "Jimmy was his mother's son, in many ways. More emotionally reactive than me, more given to see things negatively. Though, I was plenty emotional and negative then, too. I was so stupid. And we were both so stubborn, neither one able to make the first move toward reconciliation. I knew he had a tendency to dark moods, but I didn't know how he was eating himself up. He went into a deep depression, and of course, you know what happened."

  My mind was numbed by the enormity of this tragedy. My heart crumbled in sorrow for my unfortunate father and this fine man who loved him even in death. I started to snivel, too. Roman still clung to his father, and tears poured quietly down his cheeks as well.

  Dalton raised his head after a couple of minutes and kissed Roman tenderly on the mouth. "Go to Jack," he said. "He has to be your main concern now, son. We must live with what was, and what might have been, Pop and me. But not you. You two have the opportunity to do it differently. No closets for you, not anymore."

  Roman returned his father's kiss lovingly. "You're the best father in the world," he said.

  And to Peter, "And I have the best grandfather, too. Two of them, I guess."

  He slid across the bench to me in the spa and took me into his arms. "But most of all, I have the best friend and lover. The best partner. The best husband." He kissed me even more passionately than he had Dalton.

  I pulled away in a moment. "God in Heaven!" I exclaimed. Do you realize that practically every good-looking man we know is our cousin?"

  Chapter 13

  Roman and I bade farewell to Peter and Dalton with tearful hugs. Clearly, we had some more digesting to do with the new information they had given us. We were strong in our resolve not to let any of this revelation hamper our relationship. In a way, I think that the bond between Dalton and his father and grandfather were actu
ally strengthened.

  It was still early, but we were emotionally drained, and tired, not having slept much the previous night, and we went up to bed as soon as we cleared up the dinner things. Neither of us needed sex that night. What we needed was to lie securely in one another's arms, resting in the assurance that the sorrows of past generations need not befall us.

  We awoke early, feeling cheerful and optimistic. Just awakening with the naked body of the most beautiful man on earth lying next to me was enough to give me a bright outlook on the future.

  We slipped into shorts and drove the short distance to the club, where we spent an hour and a quarter working out, using the resistance equipment and training machines this time. We ran into Byron and Romeo, also working out. They had spent the night there. After a shave and shower, the four of us headed back to the house for a breakfast of oatmeal and strawberries. It was time to get serious again about a healthy routine! Having someone to exercise with and to support a sensible diet did wonders for my resolve. And then we had our blood-test appointment.

  You can't screw around like we had, even using precautions, and then take an HIV test without any concerns. The wait for the results was a bit tense, though we all tried to feign confidence. But when all the tests came back negative, we had four relieved faces with big happy grins. We split into pairs for separate errands.

  My to-do list for the day was a long one, and Roman cheerfully pitched in to help. On his recommendation, I called a decorator named Mitch, who had an interiors store on the other side of the club block and arranged for him to come by early in the afternoon and look at the house, beginning with our bedroom.

  We then went car-shopping. I had given up on my idea to buy a Mercedes convertible. Now, I felt like something more sensible. Two hours later, we drove home in my new, red Toyota Land Cruiser-well, O. K., not THAT sensible. On the second day of my relationship, I was practically a soccer-dad already.

  By lunch time, Byron and Romeo showed up, not in his big blue taxi, but in a Honda CRV. He had turned in the unprofitable taxi and laid down a good chunk of his inheritance on the new ride. They had loaded up all their belongings (not all that much stuff, really), and they spent a couple of hours getting settled into their part of the house. I gave them the bedroom across the hall to re-fit as a private sitting room if they wanted.

  I had thawed some soup left by the church ladies and tossed a salad for our lunch, and we all ate together for the first time. Romeo and Byron had business propositions they wanted to discuss. First, Byron wanted to keep his job as yard and pool guy through the summer, because he was going to need some spending money. Romeo asked if he could take on the housekeeping duties in Ruth's place, just until classes started. I had no objection, since having those two working around the place in the buff all summer would be no hardship on my eyes. We came to terms quickly. By summer's end, by contacts through the club, we should be able to find someone suitable who would not object to working around four naked young men-hopefully naked himself.

  They had even more in mind, however. Romeo could finish his business degree in only one more semester. He had decided to work on his realtor's license also, while he completed the degree, and he announced that he intended to work for me when he graduated. With his looks and gift of gab, I realized right away that he would be a real asset to the business. I told him I would be glad to have him on board. He looked relieved. Having spent more money than he had ever possessed all at once on his new car, he was glad to have some income lined up for the not-so-distant future.

  Byron had reached the conclusion that he was destined to be a CPA. He still had two years of school, but he would be needing a good position, too, when he finished. There weren't all that many in little Hebron. I could hear that train a-comin'! I assured him that there would be a place for his talents, too, in the family enterprises. Roman said that he would be able to use a good accountant by that time, too.

  They decided to clock in right away on their staff duties, because the house had begun to look a bit disorderly already, and the pool did need tending. I tore my eyes away from Romeo's bare ass as he pushed a vacuum cleaner across the hallway carpet when the doorbell rang to announce Mitch's arrival.

  I recognized Mitch as one of the guys in the bar on my first night in town. He was the nice-looking, more effeminate guy who had played a round of strip pool before Roman and me. Seeing that everyone in the house was naked, without comment, he just stripped and laid his clothes across a bench in the foyer. Though I hadn't planned to change anything in the downstairs, I gave him a tour of the house, and he had some great ideas for gradually making the place over into my own home, a more up-to-date and masculine one, without a great deal of cost or trouble. He gesticulated dramatically and excitedly at the prospect of getting his hands on J. P.'s home.

  The bedroom was another matter. I wanted something done there right away. Roman and I decided on a much simpler, more contemporary style for our room. Since there was plenty of room in there, we ordered a king-size bed, big enough for all four of us to play on it at once. Mitch was sketching and brainstorming away in moments. So things were looking good for the home team, in my view.

  When Mitch left, Roman and I adjourned to our suite for some serious work. All of Grand-daddy's belongings had to be removed, and I did not want to do that by myself. I didn't think it right to ask Romeo to help, either. Roman, ever the good sport, gamely volunteered.

  "After all," he said solemnly, "he was my grandfather, too."

  The Land Cruiser got its first full load of trash bags stuffed with cast-offs, and the Salvation Army got enough men's clothing to dress the county. By the end of the afternoon, the room was mine. On his next trip, it would become Roman's also, as he transported items of his own over from his condo.

  Roman wanted to take the four of us out to dinner at Hebron's lone, decent restaurant, Salvatore's. We hit the shower together, and I got my hair washed by kneeling to blow Roman's horn while he massaged my head with shampoo and conditioner.

  I had to break my ban on garlic consumption at Salvatore's. The guys would just have to tolerate garlicky cum pumping out of my dick for a few days. It was a pleasant evening out, the first we'd all had together as engaged couples. We saw a lot of people we knew, and they looked at us with knowing smiles. It must have been pretty clear that some major changes had taken place in our living arrangements. I had a feeling it would not be necessary for anyone to send out change of address notices around here.

  This time, it was Roman and Romeo who over-indulged a bit on the Chianti. I was driving, and I behaved myself. It felt good to me to cross the parking lot, arm slung across the back of my lover to guide and partially support his big, muscular form, toward my new SUV, ample for the four of us. In the back seat, Romeo's face was in Byron's lap before we left the parking lot. Roman's was in mine by the time we rounded the first corner.

  As I wheeled into the driveway, I was ejaculating forcefully into Roman's throat, and the garage door barely got high enough for the vehicle to slip under it. Byron gave a gasp, but Roman and Romeo's faces were buried in pubes, and they didn't even notice my slightly-off timing.

  I didn't pull my pants up, but slipped them off, and tossed them into the laundry room as I passed. Roman grabbed me and lisped drunkenly into my ear, "Feel like a foursome, Sex-monkey?"

  "Long as you're one of the four, sperm-breath."

  He turned to the others. "Y'all want to join us?"

  They leered back at him. "That was our plan," said Byron.

  Our new housekeeper would have his work cut out for him picking up shoes and laundry strewn around the house. We were all naked before we got to the top of the stairs. We dived into our soon-to-be-replaced queen-size bed, but stacked as we were, space was not much of a problem. The two drunks, Romeo and Roman, flung themselves on first, and Byron leaped on Romeo and I on Roman. Byron was closer to the condoms, and he passed a handful over to my side. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, the two
bottoms had their feet raised and knees back, and Byron and I were engaged in a lusty demonstration of tandem fucking. We weren't consciously racing, but we came within a few seconds of one another in a series of grunting, mattress-shaking thrusts.

  Then, we switched. I sat on Romeo's big firm dick, and Byron sat on Roman's.

  "I've been wanting this mutha-fucker's cock up my ass for a lo-o-ng time," Byron gloated.

  "You mean you two have never fucked?"

  "Only oral. We both claimed to be tops," he laughed. "But you two stud dogs have got us both holding our ankles lately! And I've found out I like it!"

  "Me, too!" said Roman.

  Byron and I flexed our hips atop our respective rides, while they squirmed and writhed beneath us. After a while, I held my position while Romeo thrust into me from beneath. Soon his eyes closed and his head fell back, and he filled the rubber in my butt with little swimmers. Roman was smiling contentedly as Byron flexed above him.

  "Give it to me, baby, don't hold back now. Shoot it in me!"

  With a couple of deep upward thrusts, Roman's expression shifted to bliss as he also unloaded a stream of man-goo into his partner. Just watching him and having Romeo's hard cock still pressing against my prostate, had its effect on me. I let fly with a half dozen jets of jism across Romeo's chest and abdomen. The first one dangled from his chin until I leaned forward and licked it off. Byron and I clambered down to step into the john to take a whiz together in the porcelain bowl, and when we returned, our lovers were both sound asleep. We'd have had more room together in the other bed, but I wanted to wake up next to my man. We climbed in and cuddled up to their backsides, and soon we joined them in slumber.

  Chapter 14

  When I awoke that Tuesday morning amidst a tangle of hard male appendages, I was unable to decide what I most wanted to do. On the one hand, I longed to lie there and drink in those incredibly sexy and masculine morning sights, sensations, and smells. Roman held me in a tight, somnolent grasp, his underarm laid across my face, his hard cock pressed into my ass crack, his leg thrust between my thighs. Romeo sprawled next to him, his left foot hooked over Roman's near knee, an elbow under Roman's head, hard- on reaching past his own navel. Byron lay half on Romeo, knee pressed into his balls, hand on his chest, head resting against his shoulder, cock pressing into hip. The three of them were still making the soft, slow sighing sounds of sleeping men.