by Sam Haywood
A few days later, Romeo and Byron revealed that Rhonda had offered them a unique and amazing Christmas gift, which they had talked over and decided to accept. She wanted to have Byron's baby as Romeo's surrogate. We were all blown away by the idea. It was early in Romeo and Byron's married life, and they were awfully young, but this opportunity would never come along again, and must be seized, they thought.
I had to admire that Rhonda for a gutsy and self-differentiated straight woman. It was not exactly as if she was giving up her virginity. On the contrary, she was as great an admirer of masculine charms as I was. She shocked Romeo by announcing that there would be none of this artificial-insemination crap for her. She was going to breed with Byron the natural way, the fun way. Romeo could watch if he wanted.
He most certainly did not. When Romeo asked Byron if he would really be able to have sex with a woman, and not any woman, but his sister, Byron said, "Honey, I could fuck a pumpkin. In fact, I have fucked a pumpkin before. A pussy is not going to get the best of me! You better start crochetin' booties, because we are going to have us a baby."
"Why would our baby wear booties? We never wear anything!" Romeo retorted plaintively.
When the fateful night arrived when Rhonda decreed that she was a ripe pumpkin, Romeo and I stayed over at the club (Roman was at the condo). Neither of us could stand to be in the house with hetero sex going on down the hall. I fucked the grief-stricken Romeo, and he cried, until about two in the morning, when Byron suddenly showed up. The fateful deed was done, and no, he had not enjoyed it.
But Rhonda swelled up rather like a pumpkin in fact, and in due time, she presented her brother and his mate with a beautiful, brown-haired baby boy with almond, green eyes. With Byron not yet through school, the guys were not ready to buy their first house. So the next bedroom down the hall became a nursery for little Darrien Alonzo McGinnis, named for Byron's birth father and Romeo's real name. It took all four of us hapless men sometimes to keep the little tyke fed, dry, and quiet. That one of us was in paediatrics was not incidental to our success. There is nothing quite like sitting naked in a wooden rocking chair at 3:00 in the morning holding a bottle in the mouth of a diapered infant. Darrien wormed his way into all of our hearts.
I had given Rhonda a part-time job whenever she was out of class at the office. With her unabashed appreciation for male forms, it was no big deal for her to have to run an errand upstairs from time to time. She recovered quickly from her adventure into maternity, and in no time she was shagging the UPS man.
She was not finished shocking us, however. She announced that she needed a full-time job, but wanted to be in school full time, too. Those needs did not seem to be compatible on the surface. But she had an idea. She really liked making babies that she did not have to care for afterward. It seemed she had found her calling. What if she made one for me and Roman, she wanted to know? And, incidentally, stayed on the payroll for another year.
We talked it over as if it were an issue, but it wasn't really. Roman and I were both as excited as a bird dog in a chicken house from the beginning. We were raring to go.
Rhonda was still intent on natural methods of conception. And she had a plan. When next she ovulated, she wanted both of us to service her, and let the best sperm win.
"Can you fuck a woman? Romeo's sister?" I asked Roman dubiously.
"Don't see why not," my lover answered. "I've fucked women before."
"You what?! When?"
"Med school, couple of times. It was almost impossible not to, in school with all those hot interns and nurses. I was horny enough to fuck anything sometimes. Hey, if I had liked it all that much, would I have taken up with you?"
Well, law school was pretty rowdy, too, but I had only fucked every man I could get, in those days, never a woman. I feigned shock and jealousy, but I wasn't really all that taken aback that my stud hoss could perform under challenging conditions. But could I?
"Maybe I can keep it up if I can look at you while I do it."
"I'll be right there, Sugar-butt."
So we bred Rhonda. I won't describe it, because I don't really like to think of it. But being gentlemen, we both tried to give her a good ride. She was really turned on, and she came for both of us, which was a nice affirmation.
"Why are so many of the good-looking men gay?" she wanted to know. "And why is it that the only way I can get them into bed with me is to promise to have their baby?"
It was weird sticking my dick into that opening where there ought to be something, if you know what I mean.
But in the summer following, Rhonda presented us with our first son, which the DNA test told us was Carter Peter Dupree. One of Roman's little swimmers had beaten mine to the goal, and that made him the daddy and me the mom.
Roman had long ago explained to me the Dupree system. Their men got their mother's maiden name for their first name. What about Peter, I had wanted to know- that one didn't seem to fit. Turns out, his mother's maiden name was Peters, they just lopped off a letter to make it work better.
Now a nursery was established in the bedroom across the hall from ours. I could hardly bear to leave the place for the first few weeks. I had taken up Roman's old habit of just sitting and staring at the thing I loved, in this case, our incredibly beautiful, dark- haired child, the issue of my lover's own loins. I thought life could get no better.
But it did. When Carter was six months old, Rhonda still wanted to be on the payroll, and she announced that she was ready to give my wigglers another chance, this time with no competition from Roman's. I gave her another nice orgasm, while Roman coached from the bedside, and in due course, we came home from the hospital with Penn, or James Pendleton Carter VI, as the business card would someday proclaim. That made all three remaining bedrooms on the front of the house kids' rooms for a time.
Peter and Emmy moved to a condo in a retirement community a few miles away. Dalton and Dave declined their house but did buy the smaller place next to it to use when they are in town. They have proved to be terrific grand-dads to the all the boys. Peter generously offered financing for Byron and Romeo to purchase his and Emmy's place, and with their incomes growing from their careers with my businesses, they are going to make it there just fine. The gate between the properties is usually open now, with much traffic in between, right beside the niche in our side of the wall where J. P.'s ashes were interred the week after his funeral, and the niche in the opposite side where Peter's ashes will someday join them.
Hebron's only paediatrician retired two years ago, and Roman has taken over his practice. With small children to raise, I sold the boat. Maybe we'll buy another when the guys are big enough not to fall overboard. Roman and I tore down the old cabin and built a new one, larger, brighter, and more up-to-date. We spend most of the warm weather months out there, along with Byron, Romeo, and Darien. We rarely wear a stitch, either at the lake or at home, and all the boys do the same as soon as they give up diapers. Toilet training, by the way, is a cinch if you let your toddler run nude.
We still have the sex drives of nineteen-year-olds, and we can still heat up the sheets once the boys are in bed. Romeo and/or Byron often joins us. We were together in our king-size bed at the cabin one-night last week, when Roman decided to get up and check on the boys once more before we slept.
"What the...?" I heard his voice trail down the hall. He left Penn's room to look into Carter's, and then further down to Darien's. "Guys, you've got to see this."
The three of us went to look, bare-ass, as Roman was, too. He was at Darien's doorway, and we all peeked in. Our three sons, naked and innocent as the babes they had so recently been, were all piled up like puppies in Darien's bed, sound asleep. Their little trunks and limbs tangled all over one another. We laughed softly and drew our arms around one another.
"Well," said Romeo. "Here we go again!"