Frank

Something wet and cold pressed on my nose. Still partially asleep, I knew that the thunderous roar next to my head was Spike's purring, wanting me to wake up and pay attention to his need to be petted. Not fully awake yet, I pulled my arm out from under John's big arm which lay over me as he snuggled around me, and ran my hand down Spike's back. The roar of his purr raised a few decibels as he tried to butt my forehead with his.

I pushed Spike away, and snuggled back against John's hard throbbing cock poking me in the rear. It surged against me, waking me enough to be aware that with a little effort on my part, it could be inside me. I wiggled my butt, and felt the wet slick head pulse against my opening.

"If you don't lie still, you're going to get my cock up your ass," John mumbled against my ear.

I pushed my butt against him, and felt the bulbous head poke through. John's arm tightened around me as he thrust, and slowly pushed the rest of the way in. His big hand caressed up my chest to my throat.

With thumb and forefinger on each side of my chin, he attempted to turn my face so he could kiss me. The stretch of skin between his two digits was over my lips. I opened my mouth and clamped down on it hard enough to make him moan. His tongue licked out at my mouth, and I let go of his hand and twisted my upper body to seek his lips as he rose up, holding my upper leg out of the way while he slowly, gently pumped into me. This had become one of our favorite ways to make love, although the way he'd fucked me the first time, sitting back on his haunches holding me - impaled - while he held me up and fucked into me, was a close second.

In this position, with him on his side and me on my back, he didn't hit my prostrate unless he pushed his leg up under my butt and angled his cock to intentionally hit it. I could tell he was getting close as he did just that to bring me off at nearly the same time he came.

We lay cuddled together until Spike decided that enough was enough, and it was time for us lazy humans to get up and feed him. He climbed up and perched on John's hip, and gave me one of his inscrutable stares.

"Couldn't you have left him for the neighbors to take in?" John asked, belying his question by petting the demanding creature.

I reached out and scratched under Spike's chin, his favorite place to be scratched and said, "I sometimes wish I could have." I didn't really mean it, and Spike knew it.

John laughed and spoke to the cat. "Don't believe a word of it, Spiky. We love you despite your demanding ways."

As if he understood, Spike jumped off John and walked to the edge of the bed, where he turned and looked back as if to say, "So get your lazy asses out of bed and feed me."

"Alright, alright. Jeez, I get the message," I grumbled as I rolled off the bed and headed for the kitchen with Spike staying just in front of my feet, doing his best to trip me without getting stepped on.

After feeding the creature and getting coffee started, I headed for the bathroom. My hopes were fulfilled by John holding the shower door open for me to join him. I hadn't yet relieved my bladder, so when the shower spray hit me, I let go against the back wall. John moved me out of the spray and started washing my hair.

I lay back against his flaccid cock, enjoying the sensuality of it. He sure gets great pleasure from this, and spends a lot of time doing it; but I think we both like it more when I wash his hair... probably because of the logistics. He sits on the floor while I stand in front of him. I often have an orgasm before I'm finished, because that puts my cock very near his mouth which often he succeeds in capturing.

This time when he sat, I moved to stand behind him.

"What are you doing, Farr?" he asked.

"Washing your hair."

"Why are you back there?"

"I want to do a good job... and not get distracted."

"Distracting you is the best part. Come on, Babe," he whined, "get around here and let me play with your beautiful body."

I can't resist him when he says things like that. I moved around to stand between his legs, against his chest. His hands started exploring my body while he cleaned out my navel with his tongue. His hands settled on my butt and he pulled me tight against him.

"Remember how I used to not be into little guys?" he asked.

I chuckled in response.

"Well, I'm really into little guys now, since I met you."

I pulled away and frowned at him.

"Let me rephrase that," he said. "I'm really into my little guy."

I went back to running my fingers over his bristly short hair, remembering the first time I saw him and wondering how it would feel against my inner thighs. I started getting harder. With that thought, and John exploring my nether regions, I wanted him inside me again.

Since I've moved in with John, I just can't get enough of him. There's nothing like starting the workday with a good loving. I grabbed the hand sprayer and rinsed his hair, turned around in his arms and slithered down. We'd done this before, and John dropped a hand to guide his cock into my already well used, well lubed hole.

He moaned as my ass engulfed him. "God, Farr, there's nothing like sticking my cock back into your hole with all my cum lubricating you."

I just wiggled my butt in response, and leaned forward to support myself on my hands and knees. I almost came just feeling his big wet body lay over my back. We didn't last long.

Since it was a workday, we had to get going, but we still took the time to lovingly touch each other and sneak in a few caresses and kisses. I went off to the job whistling. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

In the weeks after Mom's death, Dad turned responsibility for all the family farms over to Dan and Pete. We invited him to spend as much time with us as he desired, since he and John got along so well. Hell, the way they interact with each other, one would have thought that John was his son. Dad took us up on our offer, and for a couple of months he spent nearly every weekend with us.

We'd have dinner with him on Friday and Saturday evenings, then he'd disappear for the rest of the evening. And then one weekend he stayed out all night, not coming in until late in the morning. We kidded him about finding a girlfriend, and he just grinned and said nothing. This became routine. And then he stopped coming to stay with us at all. When I questioned him about it, he thanked me for our hospitality and promised that he'd soon come stay with us again. From the way he said it, I assumed that he'd had his fill of wild weekends in the big city and was just staying home.

Early one Saturday morning I called Dad, only to find that he wasn't home. Since it was about seven, I thought maybe he'd gone over to Pete and Dan's for breakfast, so I called them. Pete answered.

"No, the last time I talked to Dad was Thursday afternoon. He said something about having plans for the weekend. He didn't say what."

"Well, if you see him before I talk to him, tell him I called."

John was still asleep, so I just sat at the kitchen table, read the morning paper and drank my coffee. It's not often that John sleeps in on Saturday, but he'd had a grueling week finishing up another big warehouse conversion over in the Mission so I let him sleep.

About eight-thirty the phone rang and I rushed to pick it up before it woke him. Rich sounded surprised that it was me that answered.

"What? I live here now. Remember... you helped move me?"

"I just expected John to answer, that's all. Hey, Squirt, are you two up for breakfast at the Crepe and Waffle?" he asked.

Ignoring his invitation for the moment, I asked, "Has John been telling you things behind my back?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

"Squirt's what he calls me after we have a good session in bed. Actually, he adds 'er' to the name."

There was a dead silence on the phone for a few seconds, then I heard Rich clear his throat.

"I was referring to your size, Frank."

I laughed. "I knew that, Rich."

He growled, "One of these days, you little fart, I'm going to get you back. Anyway, you didn't answer my question."

"Sounds good, but John's still asleep," I said.

At that moment, I felt two big arms wrap around my body and lips press against the side of my neck. I yelped. I don't know how such a big man can move so quietly. He says it was the training he got in the Marines.

"I take it that the big guy is up?" I heard Rich ask. I rubbed my backside against John, feeling his half turgid cock.

"He's standing here naked, let me check. Yeah, he's almost up. Here you talk to him while I get him the rest of the way up."

I pressed the button to turn on the speaker phone as I handed it to John, and heard Rich say, "Do you have no modesty?"

"Modesty? What's that?" John was obviously awake enough to start ragging on Rich, too.

"I meant that for that little imp you live with. Forget that I asked," Rich laughed. "So are you..." he cleared his throat. "Let me rephrase that. Would you two like to meet for breakfast at the Crepe and Waffle?"

"Sure, give us half an hour to pull ourselves together."

"Hey, make it an hour. It'll take us at least that long to get ready."

John and I looked at each other and both asked at the same time, "Us?"

Rich ignored the question and said, "See you there at ten," and hung up.

John grinned at me. "He's got to be someone special if he wants us to meet him."

"Looks like Richy's got himself a boyfriend," I said.

John

After Rich's invitation to join him for breakfast, we showered. There's nothing as sensuous as a wet naked Farr in the shower with me, but we managed to get bathed and dried off, with a good amount of extra touching and rubbing, involving a lot of lip locks.

Farr sat down on the end of the bed and lay back with his arms above his head. I couldn't resist. I knelt between his spread legs and engulfed his beautiful half hard cock.

He curled over my head with his legs wrapped around my neck and his arms around the top of my head. I sat up and he came off the bed with me, his cock still in my mouth. My hands went instinctively to his butt, to support and coach him. He started thrusting, using his heels against my back to gain leverage as he fucked my mouth. Jeezuz, I'd never experienced being ravaged like that.

Farr, started yelling that he was cumming, I dropped a hand down to grasp my cock as he filled my mouth with his essence, and with no control what-so-ever, I shot all over the end of the bed and the floor. Farr let go of me and fell backward onto the bed - I collapsed on top of him, of course, supporting my weight on my elbows.

He eventually raised his hands to caress me. I raised my head and grinned at him. "I now know how it feels to be attacked by a horny octopus."

He laughed and retorted, "Maybe we should hire ourselves out as an exotic erotic acrobatic act."

"And maybe we could become millionaires just fucking."

"Let's run that idea by Rich and see how he reacts to it."

"Farr, be nice to Rich. He can't help being so conservative."

As we drove over to the café, Farr started a game of 'What's Rich's boyfriend like?'

"Well, I suspect that he's around Rich's age or a little older."

"He's surely as conservative as himself," Farr added. "How tall do you think he is?"

"I'd say he's probably near the same height as Rich." Rich is just under six feet, and I don't think Rich goes for guys taller than himself, except for Rafe, Tommy... and me."

My past history with my buddies doesn't seem to bother Farr; he ignored my referral to it and asked, "Does he have light or dark hair?"

Without thinking, I said, "Dark blond." Then I got this image of Dad Bailey sitting on the edge of the pool with Rich. It shook me enough that I swerved the pickup a little.

Farr glanced at me and asked, "What's wrong?"

"N-n-nothing. Nothing's wrong. Absolutely nothing," I stammered.

Farr stared at me a moment, then said, "Me thinks thou doth protest too much."

I glared at him and snapped, "Me thinks you should leave it alone."

He hiked an eyebrow, and then turned to stare out the side window.

I felt like shit. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to speak to you like that."

He shrugged without looking at me, which didn't make me feel any better.

Thankfully, at that moment, there was a parking place just down from the café. I pulled into and we dropped the subject. I silently prayed that my premonition wasn't right. I had no idea how Farr would take it if I was.

Farr

John and I had only been living together for less than six months, and although we've had our disagreements, they've been civil. I was surprised when he snapped at me. I couldn't figure what I'd said to cause him to do that. Even though he immediately apologized, I let my feelings continue to be hurt. I suppose I was punishing him. I knew I was being childish and was ashamed of myself, so I was glad that we quickly found a parking space near the café.

The creperie has only a dozen or so tables, with half of them on the sidewalk. I saw Rich wave at us as we approached the outdoor tables. The man sitting at his table started to turn, but as Rich stood up to greet us, he put his hand on the man's shoulder and the man stayed seated. A chill of familiarity shot through me as we got closer. And when the man stood, I knew before he turned, he was my dad. I broke into a fast walk to reach him. "Dad! What a surprise. Why didn't you call? When did you get into town? Where are you staying?" I'd forgotten about the earlier conversation about Rich having a boyfriend.

"Whoa, Son, slow down," he laughed and hugged me, then let go of me to give John a hug. We all sat down and a waiter brought us menus and asked what we'd like to drink. I couldn't help but notice a silent conversation of looks going on between Rich and John. When I looked questioningly at them, they acted like everything was cool. I glanced at Dad, and he was calmly and intently studying his menu. When I glanced again at John, his apprehensive expression reminded me of our conversation driving over, and I realized why he'd gotten upset enough to snap at me.

Maybe we were wrong. Maybe Dad was just visiting, I mean, they'd become good friends in the last couple of months. Rich seemed to be able to give Dad comfort after Mom's death, where we, his sons, hadn't.

I looked back at Rich, then at Dad and thought, 'Maybe if I ignore this and don't think about it, it will go away.' I then let out a little chuckle at the ridiculousness of the thought. Dad looked at me with a hiked eyebrow. Never one to dodge an issue, I grinned at him and said, "I guess I'm feeling a bit like you and Mom once felt about me."

I'd never before seen my father blush. "So are you okay with me?" he asked

"Dad, it's like you once told me. I love you no matter what, and as long as you're happy, that's all I'm concerned about." I glanced at Rich and grinned as I said, "Since John is already taken, I don't think you could do better than Rich."

The relief that registered on everyone's face was almost comical. John laid his hand on my thigh and I grinned, "Seriously, I'm okay with this. Besides, now I get to call Rich - Daddy."

That was the second time I've ever seen Dad blush. Rich blushed, too, but took it right in stride, saying, "Listen up, Sonny Boy, if you don't behave, I'll have to turn you over my knee."

I looked him in the eye. "I'd let you, you know."

That stopped all conversation. I glanced at John, who had his lips compressed, obviously suppressing his amusement; his eyes were twinkling. I glanced at Dad, who was just shaking his head. "And to think I raised him," he said with a straight face, but his eyes were twinkling, too.

'Poor Rich,' I thought, 'doesn't realize what he's gotten himself into... joining the Bailey family.'

Dad cleared his throat and asked, "Okay, who's ordering what? Breakfast is on me."

John

"So... you're really okay with this thing between Dad and Rich?"

Farr glanced at me and nodded.

"It didn't shock you? I mean... hey, your dad is queer for my best friend."

"And you're not okay with this?" Farr asked.

I hadn't really thought about it until that moment. It didn't really have any affect on my life, except that it's Farr's dad. Hell, I knew Dad to be a good guy. I should be happy for my best friend.

As I thought about it, I decided that the reason I was upset was because Farr wasn't. I don't know that that makes any sense, but I guess I just thought that Farr should be upset to discover that his dad, who had been married to his mother for nearly thirty years, was now involved with another man. But it seemed not to bother Farr at all. Oh, well.