Going Home

by Max Vos

  Still stroking me, they both started to move. Carl would pull out slightly then push back in as Matt pulled out. It was slow and short strokes at first, slowly building until each was long-dicking me. Carl was leaning over me now as Matt held me, petting me, rubbing me, kissing me, sandwiching me between them. This couldn’t be happening. My body was in total sensory overload, so much so, I felt as if I were having an out of body experience. It was all too much.

  My whole body was tingling, my prostate being mashed by having two big dicks in me at the same time. I felt the familiar stirring in the pit of my stomach. From the ache I was feeling there, I knew this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. Feeling my balls drawn up so tight I thought they might pull all the way up to my tonsils, I started to come.

  I screamed. My entire body clenched up so hard my head actually started pounding. There was a bright, white light going off like a strobe behind my tightened eyelids. Then, adding to the whole experience, I felt both cocks thrust into me at the same time with such force I felt the earth move. Of course, later I understood that it was just the hammock being turned almost completely sideways with the push of Carl’s massive tree truck legs.

  How long this went on, I have no idea. I think I possibly passed out. When I finally came back to earth, I was being smushed between Carl and Matt, and I was having a hard time breathing. “Um, guys, I can’t breathe here.”

  Carl shifted, lifting himself up onto his arms, and slowly started pulling out of me. My ass was so sensitive I could feel every bump and vein of his semi-hard dick as he withdrew. Once the head popped out, the air left my lungs in a great whoosh.

  “Breathe, Carter, breathe,” Matt whispered in my ear.

  As I took a deep breath, Carl lifted me underneath my arms, helping me to extract myself from Matt and the hammock. Standing with Carl’s help, I felt cum running down the insides of both my legs. Smiling, I wondered how long it would take my ass to close back up. I’m sure both of their loads were gushing out of my wide open ass.

  Matt was standing now and I was sandwiched between them both. A good thing, because I doubted I could have stood on my own two feet at that particular time. My legs felt like rubber.

  “Matt, go run a hot bath,” Carl said.

  Matt took a step back from me, leaned over, and softly kissed my lips, then he was gone. Carl gently turned me around, letting my head rest against his lightly furred chest, just holding me. I held him, enjoying this moment. He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “Thank you, Carter. That was the most wonderful gift you could have given me and Matt. Thank you.”

  I only had to look into the eyes of this man, and I knew I loved him more than anything in the world. Startled by the thought, I had to correct myself instantly. That wasn’t true. I loved this man and his son more than anything, or anyone, in the world. My eyes teared up, thinking of these two men and how much I loved them.

  “Carl, I love you and Matt more than anything in the world.” The statement came tumbling out of me. It was like I couldn’t contain it.

  “And we love you, Carter. I can’t believe how much joy and excitement you’ve brought into our lives.” The love coming from Carl was almost palpable.

  With no warning, Carl swooped down and picked me up, lifting me underneath my knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my head resting on his shoulder. He carried me to the bathroom where Matt was fixing the bath. Gently, Carl let me stand in the warm water. I sat down in the tub with both Matt and Carl standing looking at me, their arms around each other’s waist.

  Carl disengaged himself from Matt and left the room. Matt squatted down and leaned over me, kissing me lightly. “Damn, I love you, Carter Roberts.” There were tears in his eyes when he looked at me.

  “I love you, too, Matt. I don’t know how to tell you how much.” I was crying just looking at him. I was so full of love for these guys, I couldn’t contain it. Why was I always crying?

  “I think you just did, babe, I think you just did,” Matt said, wiping the tears away from my cheeks with his thumb.

  Matt stood up. Looking up at him, I couldn’t help but notice yet again how handsome he was. And he loved me. He smiled down at me and left the room. He really did love me and so did Carl. How did I get so lucky?

  Lying there, soaking, enjoying the hot bath, I was able to think back on the time I had spent on the farm. How I had not wanted to come here, and why. How quickly things had changed, quicker than I would ever have imagined. Not only had I changed my initial opinion of these guys, but did a complete one-eighty. Here I was feeling like the luckiest guy in the world because they loved me, and I loved them.

  Another thing I had been thinking, in the back of my mind, while I had been interviewing the two of them: who had the right to judge them? They were two grown, adult men. Each was capable, beyond most people, in many ways. They weren’t hurting anyone, and were contributing members of society. I’m sure they paid taxes like everyone else, so whose business was it that they were as much a couple as any married couple I’d ever met? Maybe, in fact, they had a better relationship than most married people I knew.

  The biggest problem I had was that I had been one of those judgmental people. This visit had opened my eyes a lot. Not only had I experienced sexual needs that I never knew I had, which I very much enjoyed, but I learned that prejudice comes in all forms. If society could just learn to mind their own business, and just let people live their lives, how much better would our world be?

  Okay, the incest thing was a bit of a stretch for most people, but if there was no harm no foul, what business was it to anyone? If there were a chance of children, then I think that perhaps, maybe, it might be different. I guess what I’d really learned while being here was that if it was between two, or more, consenting adults, and no one was getting hurt, what did it matter?

  Boy, have I grown a lot in a short period of time or what?

  Chapter 13

  LATER THAT AFTERNOON, we were all sitting on the front porch, still naked, having a cold beer. It had been an easy day, not much work to do, so there was no real need to get dressed. We were just rocking away in the old-fashioned rocking chairs, enjoying each other’s company.

  “Hey, guys, mind if I do the joint interview now? This should be the last one.”

  They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in consent. I went to get my stuff. Sitting back down, I pulled out my notebook and digital recorder.

  Carter Roberts: “I’m sitting here with both Carl and Matt. This will be their joint interview.”

  “It has been an interesting story that you each have told me separately, but I would like to ask a few questions of the both of you while I have you together.”

  “Because of the nature of your relationship, what would you say has been the hardest thing?”

  Carl Foltz: “I think the hardest thing for me is that we can’t be totally open and honest with our family back in Nebraska. It would be nice if they could accept us, but I know with every fiber of my being that there’s no way that would happen. First off, the gay thing would be difficult for them. Then add the father-son aspect and they would flip completely out.”

  Matt Evans: “The hardest thing for me is that Carl, or Dad, has had to give up so much so that we could be together. Personally, I have no regrets. I get to wake up to the most wonderful man each and every day for the rest of my life. Well you can make that men now!”

  Carter Roberts: “That gives me a lead in to my next question, which is: do either of you have any regrets?”

  Carl Foltz: “My only regret, again, is that I can’t be close to my family, or what’s left of them, and that I won’t have any grandchildren. Other than that, I have no regrets.”

  Matt Evans: “I have no regrets, none. Wait, I take that back. I really wanted to score a touchdown in college.”

  Carter Roberts: “If there is one thing that you would like to come from this interview, what would it be?”

  Matt Evans: “The one
thing I think I would like most is for people to know that you can’t always choose who you fall in love with. Another thing is that people should pay attention to their own lives instead of worrying so much about others. Mind their own business, you might say. You don’t know how many times I’ve told people to mind their own business, or wanted to.”

  Carl Foltz: “I guess I have to echo Matt there. You don’t know who you’re gonna fall in love with. People shouldn’t hate love, and that is sometimes what they do. Matt and I truly love each other and we don’t do anyone any harm. We work hard; we pay taxes just like everyone else.”

  “We don’t have many friends because of the stigma associated with who we are, and often times neither of us is comfortable enough to be honest with them. Friendship is nothing if it doesn’t have honesty, and, well… that just doesn’t come easy with us, I guess.”

  Matt Evans: “Dad’s right on that one. I would like to feel we are just a couple of normal guys who happen to be in love with each other. However, society has proclaimed our love to be deviant, evil even. I think if they really got to know us they’d understand that we are just like everyone else.”

  Carter Roberts: “I would like to say thank you for sharing your story. I am sure that it will be eye opening for a lot of our readers.”

  [Conclusion of interviews with Carl Foltz and Matt Evans]

  “Well, guys, the only thing left for me to do is go home and write this story,” I proclaimed.

  “Carter, Matt and I were talking,” Carl said, looking at Matt. I could tell this was going to be something big just from Carl’s tone of voice. Matt nodded to his father who then continued. “We would like for you to call this your home. We really would like for you to consider moving here. Living with us full time, that is. Neither of us knows, nor really understands your job very well, but if it is possible, we’d like for you to stay.”

  Before Carl could even finish his little speech, which was obviously prepared, I had tears running down my cheeks for the second time that day. “I don’t know what to say, guys?” I was at a loss for words and a little choked up.

  “Will you at least think about it, Carter?” Matt looked as if he was about to start crying as well.

  “Yes, I’ll think about it. I really will. As for my job, well I can pretty much do that from anywhere. I would still have to travel, but I guess I could manage that from here. Take me a little longer perhaps, but it would be manageable,” I explained thoughtfully.

  “That’s all we can ask from you,” Carl said seriously.

  “I don’t know how my editor is going to feel about this, but there’s only one way to find out. When I get back, I’ll run it by him and see how it is received.” I grinned at them both. “I need to call him anyway, and let him know that I’ve gotten everything I need here. He’s already been wondering what the hell I’ve been doing here all this time. Hell, it seems like I just got here, but it’s been three weeks.”

  “Why don’t you give him a call and I’ll go start on dinner. Carl here can supervise and set the table.” Matt stood up and started for the kitchen. Carl also rose, tousled my hair, and followed his son.

  I called my editor, who had thought I had fallen off the face of the earth. I informed him that he was right, that this was a good interview, and that I had everything I would need to do a great article. I also told him that I could probably have it written fairly quickly. Quick enough that if he wanted, I’d more than likely have it done by the next editorial deadline. That thrilled him, making up for all the time I’d spent here.

  Then I dropped the bombshell on him. I asked him if he thought I could do this job without having to be physically in the same city as the magazine. I asked if it would be possible for me to work remotely, telling him that I would still be able to travel and do, for the most part, the same job I’d been doing all along. He said he had to think on it, but he’d let me know.

  I hung up with him, called the airport in Louisville, Kentucky, and booked a flight home for the next afternoon. I also let the rental car company know that I would be returning the car the next day. They had been very understanding about letting me extend it for as long as I had. Of course, my editor was going to flip out when I expensed it out. That was his problem. He couldn’t bitch too much about it after I got this article done. I had a feeling this was going to be one of those articles that was going to be noticed and really good for my career.

  I was feeling great about things here, more comfortable in my own skin for the first time ever. I walked into the kitchen where Matt was giving Carl a hard time about being so useless in food preparation.

  “Thank God you’re back, Carter!” Matt exclaimed, obviously frustrated. “Would you take over for him and finish making that salad. If he continues, we’ll be here till tomorrow night, and even then it might not be edible. Never in my life have I ever seen anyone not be able to make a simple salad.” Matt was ragging on Carl so bad it was almost funny.

  Poor Carl had this hangdog look on his face. I said, “Don’t worry, Carl, there are a lot of things you do really well— really, really well.” I waggled my eyebrows up and down at him. That made him laugh. I was glad I could lighten his mood just then. “And, guys? I hate to tell you this but I’m leaving tomorrow.” They stopped, looked at me, and stared. You could have heard a pin drop.

  Neither of them said anything. Each turned back to doing what they had been doing but the tension in the room was stifling. “Come on, guys, you knew I’d have to go sooner or later now. I’ll be coming back, I promise.”

  “Yeah, we know. It’s just not going to be the same around here with you gone. Do you know when you’ll be coming back?” Matt’s voice was so solemn.

  “A lot of it will depend on how fast I can get your interview written. I told my editor that I think I can get it done quickly. Hell, I think it is going to write itself. I already have it in my head how to do it. How about I say a month?” I was hoping I could keep that promise.

  “Carter, you go do what you need to do. We’re grown men and I think that we can handle it,” Carl said, but not looking at me.

  Dinner was quiet that evening. There was a dark cloud hanging over us that made me wish I could do anything to make them happy. In bed that night, we didn’t have sex or make love. We only held each other tightly.

  Chapter 14

  I ARRIVED AT my apartment late that afternoon. When I turned the key in the lock, it felt… odd to me. I didn’t feel like this was my home anymore. I had the feeling as if it were like a hotel room. Just some place to lay my head. It wasn’t a home, if it ever was.

  I remembered how hard it was to leave the farm; all three of us holding each other, crying like babies. It was then that I knew I had to get back as quickly as possible. They were my life now, and nothing was going to stand in my way to getting back to my real home—back to my new home and my new family. I wanted this more than anything I’d ever wanted in my entire life.

  With that determination soundly settled inside me, I went into the bedroom of my small one bedroom apartment, and sat down in the tiny office area I had stuck in the corner. I smiled as I looked at my muse. It was a lamp I'd found in a second hand store. It was a tacky pink thing made of ceramic hula girl, painted up with the expected grass skirt and lei around her neck. It had a small planter in front, as well. Only thing I’d gotten to grow in it was ivy, but that was okay. I liked it and it always made me smile.

  I tossed my bag on the bed, only removing my cell phone’s power cord. I would unpack later. Right now, I had some serious work to do. I started to unpack my laptop and stopped. Smiling, I stripped off all my clothes, throwing them in the hamper. Then I opened my laptop and got to it.

  I worked well into the night, only taking a break to order some food. I continued writing, meticulously picking what I hoped were the right words. There were times when I found it difficult to be objective, but I did my best to present their lives without any bias from me. It was late when I stopped, and I wa
s exhausted, but I got the article finished. It was good. I was proud of the job I had done and hoped Carl and Matt would approve. Good to my word, I emailed it to Carl before I crawled into bed.

  I woke up to my cell phone ringing. When I picked it up, I saw it was 7 a.m. Whoever this was had better have a damn good reason for calling me this early, especially since I’d only had three hours of sleep.

  “Hello?” I managed to say through the frog in my throat.

  “Carter?” a husky voice asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “Carter, this is Carl.”

  I was awake instantly. “Oh, Carl, I miss you. I didn’t know how much I missed you until just now.” I was almost crying into the phone.

  “We miss you too, Carter, a lot.” His voice was like soothing salve to my damaged soul. “Listen, Carter, Matt and I just read your article.” I was now holding my breath. I wanted them to like it, to know how much love I put into writing it. “Carter, both Matt and I think it is… well, masterful. We loved it, especially what you said at the end. It made us feel like you were right here with us.” The emotion clearly evident in Carl’s voice made me choke up.

  “Thanks, Carl. I so wanted you and Matt to like it. It means everything to me that you approve,” I gushed.

  “We’re proud of you, Carter. We hope that you are able to come home soon. We already miss you,” Carl said sincerely.

  Home. That was what it was for me—a home with Carl and Matt. “I’ll be home just as soon as I can, Carl, I promise.” I was crying and laughing at the same time. In the back of my mind I was screaming.

  I have a home to go to!

  “Great. Let us know, huh?” Carl’s voice was much lighter now.