by Max Vos
There, it was out.
Matt looked surprised for a minute. He walked over to me and pulled me to him. “First off, neither Carl nor I are weaklings. If we didn’t want to be sharing our bed with you, we wouldn’t be. Second, I know without a doubt that I have Carl’s love, and I’m secure enough to know that nothing could come between us. Nothing. Third off, we have enough love between us to share and still have plenty left over. Carter, we care for you. Even though it has only been a relatively short period of time, we feel like we’ve known you for a lot longer— enough to trust you and fall in love with you— and I think that you share those feelings. Don’t you?”
Looking up into Matt’s incredible eyes, I said, “Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with both of you, although I don’t know how. I’ve never thought it was possible to love two men at the same time. It’s like somehow you’re two men but you’re not two men, if that makes any sense. I mean, yeah, you’re two guys, but somehow you’re one. I know that sounds kinda crazy.”
“No, not at all. Like I think I told you, I feel as if Carl is part of me. Like when he’s not with me, part of me is missing. I’m pretty sure that he feels the same way.” Matt had this faraway look as he answered me. He focused back on me. “Carter, you really are a part of our family now. I hope you can see it that way.”
“Thanks, Matt, I do feel that way. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay with it is all.” I was tearing up a bit as I looked up at him.
We stood there holding each other for quite a while. As we huddled together, my emotions settled down and I was more relaxed that I had been, feeling a lot more confident.
“Go get your stuff and let’s get this interview going. Carl won’t take too long in town.” Matt smiled down at me. “I’ll get us some fresh coffee and I’ll meet you out on the deck, how’s that?”
I nodded to him as I stepped away to go and get my satchel.
Matt and I settled down out on the deck with fresh cups of coffee, my notes out, and the digital recorder all set up. It was a beautiful early summer morning and we took a few moments to enjoy it. It was nice being outside with Matt, both of us naked as the day we were born. I looked over at Matt and he nodded to me, letting me know he was ready to start.
[Interview with Matt Evans part two]
Carter Roberts: “Matt, last time we left off with you and your father at IHOP, after spending the night together—the night after your first sexual experience together. Why don’t we pick up there?”
Matt Evans: “Okay. Carl—I mean, Dad—dropped me off at the bar to pick up my Jeep. Things were a little uncomfortable between us, neither of us talking that much. I told Dad that I’d be home for the weekend.”
“I knew he’d be going through all kinds of shit during that week, trying to wrap his head around us. I mean, he would have all kinds of trouble redefining us as a couple, and not just father and son. It was going to be a long week for both of us. Now, you have to remember, I’d also just found out he was gay.”
“That week I did a lot of soul searching. The first thing I asked myself was: is this what I really want? Did I want a romantic and sexual relationship with my father? It didn’t take me long to find the answer. Without a doubt, it was yes. I truly was in love with the man, who also happened to be my father. The next thing I asked myself: was I willing to fight to have that kind of relationship? Again, it didn’t take me long to come to the decision that I did. Now I knew he was gay and there was a chance, I had hope.”
“With those things out of the way, I had to figure out how to make that happen. I knew it was going to be up to me to make things move along, to make him okay with it. Dad was never going to come to me; I was going to have to go to him as a man, a man he could love, and not as just as a son. That was where he was hung up, so I would have to become something other than his son, at least for the time being.”
“The other thing that I had to think about, whether I wanted to or not, was what would I do if he rejected me as a possible partner, a lover? That was the hardest thing for me. How would I feel if that happened? I knew it would about kill me to get this close to having him in the way that I wanted, only to lose him after having him sexually, after him knowing how I felt. The answer was I would have to leave. There was no way I could be around him, knowing I had come so close to being with him, only to be rejected by him… in that way. At least for a while, I wouldn’t be able to be around him, if ever. It would just be too hard. I tried to not think about it, but it was in the back of my mind.”
Carter Roberts: “If things had not worked out the way that they have, what was your plan? Did you have one?”
Matt Evans: “Yeah. My plan was to see if I could transfer schools, preferably out of state, change my name, and try to disappear.”
Cater Roberts: “That is pretty severe, don’t you think?”
Matt Evans: “I guess, but I didn’t see any other alternative. I knew that I couldn’t be around him, it would have been too hard.”
Carter Roberts: “So what happened when you came home that first time after… you know, after that weekend?”
Matt Evans: “When I walked in the door, Dad was standing in the middle of the living room. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He looked like hell, like he hadn’t eaten or slept the entire week. It was a little scary at first, both of us just standing there looking at each other. If I had said ‘boo’ real loud, I think he would have pissed himself.”
“Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew that was the moment that would change my life for better or for worse. I walked up to him, greeted him by his first name, and kissed him, making sure it was like a lover and not a son. It took a while for him to start kissing me back, but eventually he did. We ended up spending the rest of that afternoon, and most of the evening, in bed. It was the best day of my life. Not only did I have the man of my dreams, and my dad all rolled into one, but I’d had the best sex of my entire life. We did everything. Now, it wasn’t just sex, it was making love like I had never done before. Until that day, I don’t think I even knew what making love was really all about, or more importantly, what it all meant.”
Carter Roberts: “What was it like growing up?”
Matt Evans: “I had a great childhood. I had all kinds of people around who loved me, and I knew they loved me. My mother and I were not as close as I was with Dad or Grandma, or even Grandpa for that matter. It was like she always held back a little, but I knew she loved me; and she always spent time with me, but it wasn’t the same as with Dad.”
“She died when I was eight. It was a real shock to everyone. I think Dad took it the hardest. My grandmother really loved my mom also, they were pretty close. It didn’t take me long to realize that dad needed me, so I tried to do everything I could for him, anything to make it easier.”
“The best thing about my childhood was the time I spent with Dad. You see, Dad would take the time to show me things, teach me things. I remember this one time, I got home from school and Dad was in the workshop. He had just started tearing down the motor for the push mower. I asked him what he was doing and he explained to me step by step, what he was doing and why. I asked him questions and he would explain everything he was doing. If he hadn’t been teaching me, he could have had that thing torn down and put back together that day, probably, but because he was, it took us three days. He always waited until I was home each day, before he started working on it, so I could do it with him.”
“A few weeks ago, I was in the workshop, or tool room, and I was a little more than half way done with putting the mower back together, after I had pulled it all apart. Dad walked in and asked what I was doing, and I told him. Then he asked how I knew how to do it, and I reminded him of that time that he taught me. He had forgotten. That was a great moment for me. It reminded me of all the patience he’d had with me as a kid. That is just one example of what kind of Dad he was and how much I learned from him. He always made time for me.”
Carter Rober
ts: “You were very lucky then. I don’t know many men who can say that.”
Matt Evans: “Yep, I know. I am lucky, in so many ways, and trust me, I know it. I'm thankful every day I wake up and see him next to me.”
Carter Roberts: “How did that weekend end?”
Matt Evans: “Whew… how to start. I guess when I got ready to leave things got a bit strange. The tipping point there was when I went into my room and packed up some stuff to take with me. Winter was coming on and I needed some warmer clothes. Dad came into my room and froze. I think it was then that it all came crashing down on him. It was then that the illusion of me, not being his son but his lover, hit him full force. After a moment of us looking at each other, he turned and went downstairs.”
“I got the rest of what I needed and made a dash downstairs. I didn’t want everything to go to shit. It had been a great weekend up until that point, and I didn’t want to go back to the way things were. I couldn’t. I don’t think he could either.”
“When I got to the kitchen, he was sitting at the table with a half bottle of whiskey, an empty glass in his hand. He’d not had a drink. Not yet, at least. I pushed the bottle away from him. I sat at the table next to him and…well, I think I caressed his cheek and then said, ‘I love you. You make me complete. I need and want you.’”
Carter Roberts: “What did he say?”
Matt Evans: “He didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at me. I knew that it was now or never. I had to get him to understand where I was coming from, how much I needed him as my lover and then my father. Sounds strange to say it like that, but that is how I did and do feel. I need him more as my man than my father now. Although, I am lucky enough to have both.”
“I pulled him to his feet and stood before him, holding him. I told him I was standing in front of the man I was in love with, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with as my partner and my lover. Then I repeated that I was in love with him. For better or for worse, I would be there as his life-partner. Then I kissed him.”
[Matt paused for a long time]
“It took a few moments, which seemed like a lifetime to me right then, for him to react at all. It was slow, but he started to kiss me back. It was when his arms wrapped around me that I knew things were going to work out.”
“Now, I have to say it hasn’t always been easy. We had a helluva time dealing with some nosy ass relatives. Relatives that neither of us really cared all that much for, by the way. I have this one aunt, my mother’s sister, who was always trying to push us into going to church with her. You know, one of those real bible-thumping churches? Neither one of us was religious, and had never been. She got to be a real pain in the ass, always showing up with a pie or something on Saturday nights, trying to talk us into going to her church.”
“I think she started to get a bit too curious about us. That’s when I started planning on us getting out of there. Dad had a pretty decent offer on the place from this big corporation, which is killing our country’s farms, one by one, if you ask me. Anyway, we worked it all out and finally gave into them. But we got top dollar and dad sold the house separately. Funny thing about that, though, is he sold it for one dollar. He just didn’t want the house he and I both grew up in bulldozed. He can be a real sentimental old cuss sometimes.”
“Anywho, I did a bunch of research while at school, and knew that we could get a good start and have an almost immediate cash earning business with this breed of cattle. We got this place and have been rollin’ along ever since.”
Carter Roberts: “What happened to the aunt? Any other family?”
Matt Evans: “Don’cha know, that old busy body insisted on coming for a visit? Luckily for me, I was already scheduled to go and spend some time at a ranch in Colorado, where I was going to buy up part of a herd. I still wanted to get some hands on experience with this breed and it all worked out. I went, she came. I came back, spent one day with her before she left. Haven’t had much contact with her since. I think she finally gave up. We have our lives and she has hers.”
“There wasn’t much other family back there. Dad was an only child, most of his uncles and one aunt had died, so there was only Aunt Cathy that was a problem.”
Carter Roberts: “Thanks, Matt. I think that will do it for this session.”
Matt Evans: “No, thank you, Carter.”
[End of individual interview with Matt Evans]
Chapter 12
MATT AND I sat in silence for a few moments after I turned off the digital recording device, and I packed my stuff away. We were lost in our own thoughts until I reached for my coffee cup, only to realize it was empty.
“Want some more coffee?” I asked Matt.
“Sure.”
I went into the kitchen and emptied what was left in the coffee pot into our cups. I was about to walk out when I saw the jar of bacon fat that we’d strained off from breakfast sitting on the counter. Setting the coffee down, I picked it up to put in the fridge. I stopped, getting an evil idea in my head. I took it back out of the fridge and unwrapped it. I dug into the jar with two fingers and started to coat my ass liberally with the bacon fat. I made sure to push plenty inside of me as well.
After washing my hands, I picked up the coffee and walked back out onto the deck where Matt was sitting. I set his coffee cup down, took a long sip from mine, set it down, and then dropped to my knees in front of Matt, swallowing his soft dick to the root.
“Whoa, what’s all this about?” Matt asked as he sucked in a deep breath from the stimulation that I was giving him. I only looked up at him, smiling with my eyes.
I continued sucking Matt’s dick until he was fully hard, which didn’t take long, then I stood and straddled his hips facing him and lowered myself down onto his hardness.
“What’s that smell? Smells like bacon?” Matt asked, and then smiled when he understood what I’d used for lube. “You’re one sick puppy, anyone ever tell you that?”
“No, never, because I’ve never had the inclination to be this way, until I met the two of you.” Once I had seated myself fully on his dick, I leaned in and lightly started kissing him, grinding myself on him.
Matt only groaned as I deepened the kiss, barely moving my hips back and forth, enjoying the fullness he was giving me. His arms came around and hugged me close before they drifted from my back down to my ass and pulled me as far as I could go onto his dick. He was deeper in this position than any other position we’d ever tried. We stayed like that, just making out with his dick lodged deep in my ass.
“I can’t leave you two alone for a minute can I? Just like rabbits, always fucking!” Carl had walked around the house and was standing in the yard, watching us.
Carl came up onto the deck. Matt and I smiled at him, not moving. “What’s that smell? it’s like bacon or something.” He sniffed the air.
“Carter here is showing his true piggy side.” Matt snickered.
Carl shook his head and went inside. Meanwhile, Matt and I continued with a slow gentle fuck, enjoying each other in the mid-morning sun.
A short time later, Carl walked back out onto the deck just as naked, carrying the jar of bacon grease that I had put in the refrigerator earlier. “Move over to the hammock, you two.”
Matt simply stood up, my arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands supporting my thighs. As soon as possible, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock still deep inside me. He sat down crossways on the hammock, where we were both in a somewhat sitting position. I groaned as I felt him push deeply into me again. Carl stepped up behind me, pulled my head back and kissed me deeply, making me moan even more. Breaking the kiss, he pushed me over more on top of Matt.
Suddenly, I felt him rub more of the grease on my ass, massaging my stretched hole. It felt so good, I pushed back onto his finger until it slipped inside me. I stopped moving, slightly shocked that he was able to get it in me with Matt’s big dick already there. Once the surprise subsided, the feeling was incredible.
Pressed between Matt and me was my dick. I was so hard it was painful and I could feel the pre-cum belching out as Carl pumped his fingers in and out of me, all the time circling around Matt’s dick. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, that there was just too much stimulation, Carl pulled his fingers out. I fell onto Matt’s chest taking deep breaths. The hammock was softly swaying a bit from my movement, which was soothing. Matt stroked my back, relaxing me even more, letting me come back from almost coming.
Within a few moments though, Carl was back pushing into me once again, “Oh fuck! Really?” Carl was sliding his dick inside me along Matt’s hard length, which was still firmly lodged in my ass. “Oh, I don’t know about this, guys. I don’t think I can take both of you at the same time. Really? Oh God.”
Gasping, I took a deep breath, more out of habit, I think, and then I felt Carl breech my sphincter muscle. The head of his dick was in me. He stopped, letting me adjust, but keeping up a steady pressure. Soon, I could feel him slowly sliding further and further into me. I was so shocked that this was even happening. This was something I had never in my wildest dreams thought I would be doing. Before I knew it, I could feel Carl’s thick pubic bush brush against my well stretched hole. I moaned from the feeling of being so full, and the thought of having both of their big cocks shoved up my ass at the same time.
Matt and Carl were both stroking me, Matt, my head and hair, Carl, my shoulders and back. It was a moment in time I knew I would never forget. Without a doubt, I knew there were very few people in this world who would ever experience this physical, as well as spiritual, act. Spiritual, because I knew that these two men cared for me deeply, as much as I cared for them, and this was a testimony to that fact.