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On the way back to the cottage, we stopped at the convenience store/gas station/grocery at the cross roads in Nowhere. Wyatt went in and came back out with two six packs of beer and a large frozen pizza.

At the cottage, we each downed one beer while waiting for the pizza to heat up. Half-way through the initial beer, Wyatt went outside and talked on the phone with his nephews for a bit. We were about half-way through the pizza and our third round of beers when Wyatt said, "I think this is the time to tell you a little more about my family."

"I'm all ears." I took another swallow of beer, a fresh slice of pizza, and waited for his story.

"Okay, here's the first installment…"

"Is this going to be a series of chapters?"

He smiled. "Yes. It's a long story, and a strange family. You know that I was raised on a ranch in Montana, right?"

I nodded.

"Okay. The ranch was started by my grandfather. His name was Vlademir Ivanovic Volvkulak, and he was born in the central part of the Ukraine in 1845."

"1845! That's a hundred and sixty-five years ago! That was your grandfather?"

"Hey, just eat your pizza and drink the beer. I told you my family was a little strange. Yes, it was my grandfather. Like I said, he was born in 1845. He emigrated to the U.S. in 1876. He landed at Ellis Island; got a job as a laborer with one of the railroads, and gradually worked his way West. By 1880, he was in Montana and had saved enough money to buy some land. That was the start of the ranch. He worked hard, had some good luck, and twenty years later he owned one of the largest ranches in the state of Montana. In 1908, he travelled back East where he met and married my grandmother. He was 56 and she was 27. In 1910, at the urging of my grandmother, he legally changed our family surname to Johnson. My father, Winston Pratt Johnson was born in 1907."

"Jeez, you're 38. That means your father was 65 when you were born. How long did he live?"

Wyatt flicked a pizza crumb at me. "I told you not to interrupt. Let's clean up the remains of dinner, get another beer, and I'll answer your question."

The clean-up was quick. We put the pizza box and empty beer bottles in the recycling can, and brushed the crumbs off the table. Easy.

We both hit the bathroom to get rid of the three bottles of beer, then settled down on the couch with our freshly opened fourth beer.

"May I continue the story?"

"Please do."

"Alright, I come from some very long-lived stock. My father was 101 when he died. He was riding one of his favorite horses when the horse got spooked and threw him. The fall broke his neck."

"Amazing, your father was riding a horse at 101?"

"That's right. He was healthy as a horse . . . pardon the pun . . . right up to the day he died. My grandfather died at 95. He was driving a tractor when the thing overturned on him. So, you see, my good Dr. Wolf, I should be around for a long time. But back to the story . . . my father didn't marry until he met my mother on a trip to Washington State in 1960. She was about 30 at the time. Mother has never let us know her exact birth date. She's got to be around 80 now, but looks like she's in her early sixties.

"On with the story . . . my brother Winston Harding Johnson (he goes by Harding) arrived in 1964. Unlike our father and grandfather, Harding met his life-mate early in life. They met when he was in college at Montana State, and they got married right after his graduation. I think I've already told you that Nash, my older nephew, is 21. Morgan is 17.

"There are some strong traditions in my family. Grandfather made it very clear that he wanted the ranch to be passed down to the oldest son or the oldest daughter, if there are no sons. Harding and I knew Father would honor that expectation, so I struck out on my own after college. Harding has told his boys that he plans to do the same thing. That's why Nash is going to be living with me. He's finished high school early, and I'm going to be his guardian until he turns eighteen next year."

"Why did your grandfather leave Russia?"

"The Ukraine. Ukrainians are a separate people from the Russians."

"Sorry, geopolitics isn't my strong suit."

"It's okay, a lot of people confuse the two peoples. Like the Russians, Ukrainians are a Slavic people, and the languages are similar. But until the breakup of the Soviet Union, Ukrainians hadn't been independent since the late 14^th Century. They've been dominated at times by Austria, Poland, Lithuania, and since the late 18^th Century by Russia."

"What about your mother and grandmother? Where did they come from?"

"My grandmother's parents were emigrants from the Crimea, which is the Southern part of the Ukraine and, at various times, has been a province of Russia. My mother's family has Polish, German, and Hungarian blood. Enough of the history lesson for now ‑ I told you it was a long story. I'll tell you some more another time. Right now, I want to take you to bed."

Our love making that night was spectacular, but all our love making sessions have been spectacular. I fell asleep immediately, and slept the entire night.

I stretched out my arms as I woke up. To my surprise, Wyatt was still in bed with me. He was sitting up at the head of the bed, and my hand brushed across his warm leg.

"Good morning. It's nice to have you still here."

"It's nice to be here." He leaned forward and ran his hand down my body to grasp my semi hard cock. "Looks like someone else is waking up, too."

"Mitch Jr. will be much more awake after I pee." I reluctantly moved his hand away from my dick, padded into the bathroom to drain my bladder, and returned to the bed.

We didn't eat breakfast for a while.

We had a lot of things to do in preparation for the Memorial Day cookout. We took turns in the shower. That saved some time. If we'd showered together, we would have gotten side-tracked.

I was busy putting some potato salad together when Wyatt's nephews arrived. He heard the sound of their truck pulling into the driveway and went out to greet them. I looked out the kitchen window as the two boys exited the truck. Darn, they were great looking kids. The three of them hugged and talked for a bit before coming into the house.

Wyatt made the introductions.

Nash, the older one, had a very handsome, yet strongly masculine face with gray-blue eyes, and hair just a couple shades lighter than Wyatt's dark brown. He stood about an inch taller than Wyatt. He had on a pair of cargo shorts, a Montana State tee shirt, and sandals. He had hairy legs and a curl of dark chest hair showing above the collar of his tee.

Morgan had hair that was slightly lighter than his brother's. His eyes were a light green, and his facial features weren't quite as strong as Nash's or Wyatt's. He stood about an inch shorter than Wyatt. He was also dressed in sandals, cargo shorts, and a plain, light green tee that brought out the color of his eyes. His strong legs weren't quite as hairy as Nash's or Wyatt's.

Together, the three of them made a tableau that would cause an instant orgasm for any self-respecting gay guy. While I thought my Wyatt was clearly the most handsome man I'd ever met, his nephews had to come in as numbers two and three. Any one of them walking into a gay bar would cause an instant stampede. Wow!

I finished the potato salad, and we all went out into the yard, where we sat at the picnic table and talked. Wyatt sat next to me and draped his arm over my shoulder. There was no surprise on the faces of his nephews. In the conversation, I learned that Nash was double majoring in finance and management. He was considering getting an MBA after his graduation the next year. Morgan wasn't sure he wanted to go on to college; and if he did, he had no clear thoughts about a potential major.

About two thirty, Jack Kuusisto arrived to put in the dock. I made the introductions. Poor Jack was clearly flummoxed by the three hunks. He blushed deeply and had trouble getting out the right words. Wyatt and Nash shook his hand and moved on. Morgan, however, held Jack's hand for quite a while before finally letting go. Jack was even more affected by the contact with Morgan, and I could see a definite tenting in his jeans when Morgan finally let go of his hand.

After regaining the ability to speak coherently, Jack announced that he'd get his waders out of the truck and start putting in the dock. He went back to the truck, grabbed the waders out of the back end, and pulled them on over his shoes and jeans.

When he was suited up, he started pulling the deck sections and dock posts out from behind the shed. Morgan and Nash pitched in.

When all the pieces were out by the shore, Jack grabbed the first set of posts and waded into the shallow water.

"Can we help?" Nash asked.

Jack replied, "Thanks, but it'll start getting deeper out here. I've got the waders. You guys would get your clothes all wet."

I saw Nash and Morgan look at one another. Morgan nodded, and in a flash, the brothers had kicked off their sandals, shed their tee shirts, and dropped their shorts. I made two quick observations. First, going commando ran in the Johnson family. Second, big . . . make that huge . . . dicks also ran in the family.

When Jack looked up from setting the first post and saw the two naked hunks coming toward him, his mouth dropped open and the post fell from his hands into the water.

I looked over at Wyatt, who was trying unsuccessfully to hide his smile.

"That water's really cold. Aren't your nephews going to get too chilled?"

"Naw, they're used to the mountain streams on the ranch. They'll suffer a little shrinkage, but they'll be fine."

"By a little shrinkage, you mean their dicks will be normal sized."

He grinned broadly, "Hey, they're my nephews. I haven't heard any complaints about the Johnson's 'johnson' from you. We've just got good genes."

With Nash and Morgan's help, Jack had the dock set out in record time. While they worked, I brought some towels out from the house. As the Johnson brothers dried off, Jack struggled to get out of his waders, a task made more difficult by the fact he was keeping a close eye on his still naked friends. It was cute to watch.

When everyone was dried and dressed, I brought out some sodas and chips. They were devoured almost instantly.

After the snack was demolished, Jack asked me what time I'd planned for dinner.

"There's no set time. It's just burgers, beans, and potato salad. Do you have something in mind?"

"Well, I told Morgan and Nash I'd take them on a little tour of the area to kind of get their bearings. Would it be okay, if I did that now?"

"Sure, give me a target time for you guys to be back. I'll need to get the grill set up for the burgers."

"Would 6:30 be good with you? We can even eat later, if you want. Graduation's not until next weekend, but all us seniors are done with classes. So, I don't have to worry about getting up for school in the morning." He leaned a little closer to me, "Mitch, I think Morgan and Nash are really hot. What's more, I think Morgan might be gay. How do I find out if he is?"

I placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. If he's interested in you, you'll pick up on the signs."

He smiled shyly, "Okay, but it gives me a hard-on just to look at him."

I laughed and tapped his shoulder with my fist. "Go . . . have fun."

All three guys loaded into the front seat of Jack's crew cab pickup. As they drove off, I noticed that Morgan was sitting in the middle with his left arm over Jack's shoulders.

When the pickup disappeared down the driveway, Wyatt motioned with his head toward the house. "Wanna go have some play time? All those teenage pheromones in the air have given me the urge to play with your new foreskin."

I'd always like to play with and suck on uncircumcised dicks. I especially enjoyed running my tongue around inside the foreskin. My uncircumcised partners had all seemed to like it. That afternoon, Wyatt performed the technique on me, and I instantly understood why they'd all liked it.

We lay in the bed after our climaxes for a while, then Wyatt moved down to put his nose and face back in my crotch. "I love your smell. It really turns me on. I smelled your scent in the grocery store the first day we met, and I could hardly keep my hands off you during lunch. You had me semihard the whole time."

"You really do have a keen sense of smell, don't you?"

"Yeah, all the family is pretty sensitive to smells. My mother told me that she and my dad had known they would be life mates the first time they met. It was his scent. She told me I'd know from the person's scent when I met my life mate. She was right. When I first caught your scent, I knew you were mine."

"That's uncanny ‑ almost weird."

"Don't think about it too much. Just accept it. I know we're unusual to you, but to me, it's just a part of how I operate in the world. By the way, I think Morgan and Jack Suusito will become partners."

"They're certainly attracted to one another. Jack asked me what to do. I told him to just let things develop. How could you tell Morgan is attracted to Jack?"

"The way he reacted to him. His eyes were more dilated than normal, and he took a lot of deep breaths when they were standing close to one another. Nash told me he noticed the attraction, too."

"I worry about Jack falling too hard and getting hurt."

Wyatt sat up in the bed and looked me in the eye. "Trust me on this. They're going to spend the rest of their lives together."

"You are such a romantic. Come on, we need to get out of bed. The 'children' could be back almost any time."

"Okay, we'll get up, but not before I have one more good sniff." He leaned forward, stuck his nose in my arm pit, and took in a deep breath."

I playfully swatted his head. "You're really bad."

We chuckled and smiled at one another as we climbed back into our clothes.

The charcoal was almost ready when the guys pulled back into the driveway. They climbed out of the truck and ambled over to us. Jack and Morgan walked side by side, so close they were almost touching. Nash walked a little behind them. I saw him look at the obviously courting couple in front of him, then looked toward Wyatt before smiling and rolling his eyes. Wyatt burst out laughing.

Jack followed me into the house to start bringing out the food.

"Mitch," he said with his voice full of excitement, "you were right. Morgan is interested in me. While we were riding around, he leaned over a couple of times and nibbled at my ear. I had to tell him to stop; I was afraid I'd wreck the truck. If it's okay with Wyatt, I'm going to spend the night at his house with Morgan."

"Did you clear that with your folks?"

"Yes. I took Morgan and Nash by the house to meet Mom and Dad. They made a great impression. I think my mom's in love with them, but she doesn't have a clue that Morgan and I have the hots for one another. I'm pretty sure my dad's got it figured out, though. He had this strange grin on his face when we left the house."

"That's cool, but how about a change of plans? Wyatt only has one bedroom. The guys will be sleeping in the camper shell on the back of the truck for a while. Why don't you and Morgan sleep here in the second bedroom tonight? Nash can decide if he wants to be in the truck alone or sleep in the pull out bed in the office."

"That sounds like a good plan, but I feel funny sleeping over here and having you know what I'm hoping that Morgan and I will be doing tonight."

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Jack, what do you think Wyatt and I will be doing?"

He blushed a little. "Good point."

"Just promise me you'll be safe. And make sure you know about Morgan's sexual history before you do anything."

"I promise."