by Max Vos
Carl laughed at us cutting up with each other. “All I want is a shower and a cold beer.”
“Umm… Carl?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t blushing too much.
“Yeah, Carter?” He looked at me as he was maneuvering around the busted up chicken coop.
“Can I lick your balls before you shower?” I couldn’t believe I was even asking the man that—a man that I had only known for little more than a day.
He chuckled at me. “Yeah, you are a total perv. Yeah, sure, you can if you want.”
“What about mine?” Matt squawked.
“Yeah, I guess I can do yours too,” I said, like it was a chore or something, which of course it wasn’t.
“Damn. Now I know how it would have been like to have two teenagers in the house at the same time. Kinda glad that didn’t happen now.” Carl was chortling at me and Matt again.
“Guys, if you don’t mind I’d also kinda like to cook you dinner tonight, if that’s all right with you?” I asked, being serious.
“Hell ya! That works for me,” Matt yelled. “Do I get to kiss or molest the cook?” He arched his eyebrows in his Groucho Marx imitation.
Carl and I both busted out laughing at him. It was going to be a fun night, I could tell. Even though we were all tired, it was good to be around these light-hearted men.
*****
After dinner, which was fabulous, I must admit, we all sat in the living room talking about the storm, the damage, and how much we had accomplished today. We also discussed about how much still needed to be done. I was getting used to being naked most of the time, and even though was I still turned on by Carl and Matt’s bodies, I was able to think about other things instead of jumping their bones. The problem there was that I still would have, given half the chance.
I’d left my satchel under the coffee table so it would be handy. We had already discussed continuing the interview as we had time, and each evening seemed like the perfect opportunity. Tonight I was going to interview Matt by himself. Carl said that he had some paperwork to get done and that he’d be in the office.
I pulled out my notepad and the digital recorder and turned it on.
Carter Roberts: “Interview with Matt, one on one.”
“Matt, I spoke to your father about the first time you got together sexually. Now I’d like to get your take on it.”
Matt Evans: [Note: Matt changed his last name shortly before he graduated college.]
“I was about to start my third year at Nebraska (University of Nebraska) and had already moved back into the jock dorm. I’d spent the summer at home, of course, helping dad on the farm. The first year at school, I had been able to get a fake I.D., so I was getting into the bars.”
Carter Roberts: “Did you know you were gay at the time?”
Matt Evans: “I knew that I was attracted to men by the time I was eight. I guess I was an early bloomer.”
Carter Roberts: “Were you out at school?”
Matt Evans: “Oh, hell no. I was a football jock. I’d never have been accepted. Actually, I’ve never really come out to anyone except to dad, and as you probably know, already having talked to him, even that happened by accident.”
Carter Roberts: “Why don’t you tell me your version of what happened that night?”
[Matt told me the story from what happened at the bar where they’d first had oral sex, almost verbatim of what his father had told me. The only variation started from when they got to the hotel room. The interview continues from that point.]
Matt Evans: "When we got to Dad’s motel room, I was so nervous that I thought I would throw up. Not only did Dad find out I was gay, but I had also sucked his cock and swallowed his load, and he mine. The real underlying issue was going to be, did I tell him that I didn’t regret it, and should I tell him that I was also in love with him, or not.”
“See, I knew I had the hots for him when I was about twelve, and by the time I was fifteen, I knew that I had deep feelings for him— feelings that went much further than just love for him as a father. I mean, yeah, he was my father, but he was also the focus of every jack-off fantasy that I had. I wanted to be with him every minute of every day. I did things that I knew would make him happy or comfortable. It was like I had to do everything I could to make his life the best it could be. He was my life, still is. If I was away from him, it was like a piece of me was missing. It was very hard.”
“Anyway, when he started going on about how wrong it was and how sorry he was, it liked to have killed me. I don’t know why I did it, I guess I wasn’t really thinking, but I told him that I wasn’t sorry at all and how I thought that it being wrong was a load of crap. He freaked. I was devastated. I’ll never forget how I felt, like my heart had just been ripped out.”
“I remember he told me I was going to stay there that night, like I had any choice since my Jeep was still at the bar. He went to take a shower, leaving me in bed. I lay there pretending to sleep when he came out. Eventually, I fell asleep, but I didn’t sleep for very long. When I woke up Dad was spooned up against me. I was only wearing a jock strap and I could feel his semi-hard dick against my ass through his shorts. I twisted around and gripped his dick, which got fully hard really quick.”
“Here I was in bed with the man I was in love with, who just happened to be my dad. The man I had blown the night before and loved it. Here was another golden opportunity and I didn’t know if it would ever happen again so I took it. I scooted down, pulled his cock out of his shorts' leg and started blowing him. Now, I wasn’t a virgin. If anything , I was pretty much a slut the first year of college, mostly trying to get him out of my system, out of my mind, but nothing worked. As you may have noticed, Dad isn’t exactly small when it comes to the dick department. At that moment, I was glad I’d had plenty of practice at sucking cock. I was able to deep throat him because of that experience, and I did just that.”
“Sometime during me blowing him, he woke up and tried to push me away, but I wasn’t going to be denied. It didn’t take much longer for him to pop a load. I remember I wanted time to stop right then, wanted that moment to last forever. I wanted to be able to taste him and I never wanted to forget that one moment in time.”
“When I was done, I crawled back up the bed and started kissing him. Again, he tried to push me off, but I wasn’t having any of it. I wanted him, all of him, right then. When I did pull back from him, he started in again on how wrong it was. Honestly, I felt like my life was over. That’s when I lost it and started crying like a baby. Last thing I remember was him holding me as I fell asleep, hoping like hell that it wasn’t the last time I would feel his arms around me, but knowing full well it might be.”
[Matt was so emotional, with tears running down his cheeks. I felt that this was a good time to stop for the night.]
Carter Roberts: “I think this is a good place to stop, Matt. Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it was difficult.”
Matt Evans: “I want you, and I guess anyone else, to know that he, Dad, never initiated anything between us. I was the one who pushed him into it. The last thing I want anyone to think is that he was a child molester or anything. Nothing could be further from the truth, and I was twenty at the time.”
Carter Roberts: “I’ll make sure that is clearly stated, Matt.”
Matt got up to get a glass of water. While he was gone, I went into the office to see Carl. He looked up as I came in the room and smiled at me.
“How’d it go?” He asked tentatively.
I walked over to him, leaned over and kissed his scruffy cheek. “I want you to know what a wonderful man and father I think you are.”
I think that caught him totally off guard. He blushed profusely, something I’d never seen. He just nodded at me and turned around to turn off his computer. I left the room to go back to Matt.
By the time I got back to the living room Matt appeared to have pulled himself together. I sat next to him, our thighs and shoulders touching. He sighed and wrapped an arm
around me, and that is how Carl found us when he walked into the room. He sat down on the other side of Matt and they looked at each other. Matt leaned over and kissed his dad tenderly.
“I love you, ya know?” Matt said, his voice husky with emotion.
“I love you, too, if not more,” Carl answered back.
Smiling, Matt said, “No, I love you more.”
“No, I love you more!” Carl said, menacingly.
“Oh hell, now you guys aren’t going to get into a pissing contest over who loves who more, are you? Sheesh!” I declared.
They both laughed and kissed again, then Matt leaned over and kissed me too.
We chatted for a bit and it wasn’t long before we were all yawning our heads off and Carl actually started to drift off to sleep sitting up. Matt nudged Carl, waking him. Matt and I stood and each of us offered a hand to Carl pulling him up. We all padded down the hall towards the bedrooms.
Coming to the door of the guest room that Matt had shown me, where he had put my suitcase, I stopped, not really knowing what to do. I wanted to sleep with them, but I wasn’t going to assume that they wanted me in their bed. Matt bumped into me from the back as I stood there, motionless.
“Umm, I guess…” I kind of mumbled.
“Guess what?” Matt asked questioningly. “Oh, you think you’re sleeping in there?” He acted surprised.
Carl stopped and turned around, looking at Matt and me. He took a step, bent down and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I squealed, not expecting to be tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Carl turned back around and continued walking into his and Matt’s bedroom, where he then proceeded to throw me down into the middle of the king sized bed.
“Carter, you are no longer a guest and this is where you sleep, unless you don’t want to,” Carl stated flatly. The look on his face was asking and also daring me to object.
The tightness I had felt grip my stomach in the hall disappeared and I grinned up at both giants. “This is exactly where I want to be. I just umm… didn’t want to assume… or think… ya know…”
Matt and Carl looked at each other and they each sat on either side of me. “Look, Carter, Matt and I talked for a bit while you were fixin’ dinner and we know that we’ve basically just met, but each of us have grown very fond of you in a short amount of time. Neither of us thinks of you as a guest but a part of the family.” Carl laid his hand on my knee as he spoke. “Everythin’ just kinda clicked. Don’t wanna go pushin’ ya into anything you don’t wanna do but…”
Matt picked up where Carl left off. “Yeah, Carter, we’re fairly good judges of character. I really do think of you as the little brother I never had,” Matt said with a goofy grin, throwing his arm around my shoulders.
“Matt has a point there. I would have been proud to have had you as a son and hope that you’ll think of us as family, too.” The look on Carl’s face was so sincere and full of what I interpreted as love that it made my insides turn to mush.
Without warning, tears started streaming down my face. I couldn’t help it. These gentle giants had touched a part of me that I had pushed down deep inside for so long that I had thought it was gone, if I ever knew it was there at all. This was what I’d been feeling, this feeling of belonging to a real family, a family I’d never had. Was this what home was supposed to feel like?
I wiped my face with the back of my hand. “My dad turned his back on me when I told him I was gay. We were never close when I was growing up. I’ve not seen or spoken to my father since I left for college.”
Out of nowhere, the hurt came boiling up and out of me. “I don’t know where this is coming from… why I’m even telling you this.” I choked back a sob. “I don’t feel like I ever had a real family. My mother left me at a shopping mall when I was thirteen and I’ve never seen or heard from her since.”
“We can be your family now, if you’ll have us.” Matt hugged me to him.
“I can’t believe anyone wouldn’t want you as a son, brother, lover, or partner, Carter.” Carl joined in hugging me from the other side. “Anyone who doesn’t or didn’t love you needs to have their head examined. You have a lot of love to offer. I can see that clear as day.”
The dam completely broke as I started sobbing, being held by Matt and Carl. All the emotions I had suppressed since I was thirteen came flooding out. All the hurt and shame that I had felt was rushing up. My guts wrenched, pushing it out of me. There was no controlling it at that point.
Carl stood up and pulled back the bedding. Matt picked me up and moved me to the center of the bed. With one man on each side of me, they held me while I purged all the bottled up emotions that continued to pour out. I had no sense of time, had no clue as to how long it went on, but Carl and Matt never left me. They only continued to hold me, stroke my head or shoulders, giving me something that I had been missing my entire life—love.
When I was able to pull myself together, I had the hiccups. Matt and Carl were laughing at me as I lay between them hiccupping, until finally Matt went and got me a 7up to help get rid of them. Drinking part of the soda, the hiccups slowed and then eventually stopped. Still wedged between the two, I said, “I feel like such a silly, stupid, emotional fag.”
“Carter, that is one thing you’re not. If you want to know the truth, I personally feel honored that you could share such deep feelin’s with us. Contrary to societal beliefs, it takes a real man to deal with his emotions and feelings, like you just have, and I’m glad that I… no, we were able to be here for you.” Carl held my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes as he said this.
The sincerity there overwhelmed me, almost to the point of starting me off bawling again, but I was able to keep myself pulled together, only allowing a few tears to escape. He leaned over and softly kissed me on the lips after wiping my tears away. Then Matt turned my head with his forefinger and did the same thing.
“Now…” Matt stood up, pulling me with him, “It’s time to brush our teeth and get ready for bed. Come on, short shit.”
“Don’t call me that. I’m the one of average height, not you, you Neanderthal,” I quipped, smiling, feeling more like myself.
That got a chuckle out of both of them. That alone broke the morose mood, making me feel a lot better. We all brushed our teeth. Matt and I shared the toilet, having a mini-piss fight. Carl cuffed our heads and told us to quit being so juvenile and ordered us to get in bed.
Once again, I was put in the middle. I cuddled up to Carl’s manly chest while Matt spooned up behind me. Their smell was so strong, so masculine, that I felt a slight tingling in my groin. Cocooned as I was between them, I was comforted by their support, so secure and safe. It was a feeling that I wanted to remember forever, a feeling that I’d never had before.
Not only was I physically tired, I was emotionally exhausted. I drifted off to sleep and slept better than I can remember ever sleeping. I felt as if I was home… I had a home… for the first time.
Chapter 8
I WOKE UP with my ass being stretched as a big dick invaded it. A moan escaped my lips and I pushed back against the invader. Opening my eyes, I saw Carl’s face inches from mine, sleeping peacefully. I let them close again as I made a conscious effort to be as quiet as I could, which was no small feat with Matt’s big cock pushing into me.
He took his time but eventually he was fully seated in my ass, his hairy crotch pushed tightly against me. Matt’s arm was wrapped securely around me, a finger lightly circling my left nipple as he let me adjust to him being deep inside me. Then he pulled back slightly, again pausing before pushing back into me. Matt kept this up, making love to me slowly. Agonizingly slow.
I started breathing heavily, enjoying every sensation. Again, I opened my eyes but this time Carl’s were open as well, watching me with a slight smile on his face. He hadn’t moved except for opening his eyes. Smiling back, I whispered, “Good morning.”
Carl moved towards me, eliminating
the few inches between us to kiss me. “Good mornin’, yourself. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I know I blushed because of the heat I felt rise from my chest, burning my face. Again, he kissed me. He started slow and soft and I moaned again. Matt had started to thrust into me with a little more force and going a bit faster, building, until he was really giving it to me. I was pushing back, meeting him stroke for stroke, moaning into Carl’s mouth as Matt was ravaging my ass.
With an especially forceful push, I heard Matt groan deep from within his chest, sending shivers down my spine. His dick swelled a bit more and I felt him unload into the condom. Matt pumped a few more times until he was spent. We all lay there quietly. Carl was still kissing me easily before pulling back to look into my eyes. I smiled at him. He returned that smile, and this time, I knew what I saw there was love.
Matt’s deflating dick finally fell free of me. Slowly, I turned over to face Matt. “Thank you,” I whispered and then kissed him lightly.
Reaching behind me, I felt for and found Carl’s hardness, knowing it would be there, and guided him to me, pushing back until he was poised at my already stretched hole.
“Whoa. Let me get a rubber,” Carl said softly, reaching behind himself, trying to open the drawer of the nightstand.
I pulled at his arm. “Carl, I’ve never… um… well, I’ve never gone bare before.” He froze, his eyes finding mine, a look of surprise on his face. “If you promise me that you guys are… clean, I think I’d like to find out what it’s like.”
Carl looked at Matt, then they both looked at me.
“Dad and I are both clean. Believe it or not, you’re only the second guy that has ever shared our bed and even then we were always safe.”
I looked over my shoulder to Carl. “Is it okay?”
Carl again looked at his son, waiting for his approval. Matt smiled softly and nodded.
“It would be my honor.” He kissed me gently, then pulled back, allowing Matt to also kiss me.