John

One Thursday evening about three or four weeks after Luke had started self-defense classes, Farr and I had snuggled into bed - it had become our time for talking over the day since Luke had come into our life. Farr said, "There was a new kid in beginner's class this evening. He's big like you. Luke couldn't keep his eyes off the kid. And watching them, I could see that the kid was just as fascinated by Luke. I just hope our boy doesn't get hurt by this."

I didn't think much more about it until I came home one afternoon a little earlier than usual and found Luke lying on the den floor watching a Kung Fu movie with this kid thrice his size snuggled around him like I do with Farr.

"Hi, Guys," I said, startling the big young fellow who started struggling to get loose from Luke's attempt to keep him where he was. The kid finally succeeded and stood up, obviously embarrassed to get caught in such an intimate position, while Luke just scrambled to his feet all grins. "Hi, Dad," he said as he wrapped his arms around my middle. "This is Matt."

I stuck out my hand to the young giant who was almost as tall as me and still furiously blushing. "Hello, Matt. It's nice to meet you," I said to him. "I didn't mean to disturb your movie. Is it any good?"

"Oh, man, it's so cool, John," Luke said before Matt could answer. "You should see some of the moves these guys do."

I winked at Luke and asked, "What do you think of it, Matt?"

"It's really a cool movie, but the combat's really like watching a fancy acrobatic dance, Sir."

I wrinkled my nose in agreement. "Yeah, that's kind of what I thought about it."

"You've seen this movie, Dad?"

"Yes, I have, Luke. Actually, Farr and I watched it in the same spot and position you and Matt were in."

Matt turned red again.

'Jeez,' I thought, 'I'm going to have to do something to get the kid to relax.' "Yeah, I love wrapping myself around my little guy. Don't you, Matt?"

He blushed again, but looked me straight in the eyes and grinned. "Yes, Sir, I sure do."

"Matt, you don't have to call me Sir. Just call me John like Luke sometimes does, and relax, I'm not going to bite you."

"I didn't think you would. Luke's told me about you. And it's so neat what you and Mr. Bailey have done for him."

His polite manners bowled me over. I haven't had that many dealings with teenagers, but I kind of had the impression that most were a bit on the rude side. "Having Luke in our lives has been a real joy, Matt."

Matt grinned at Luke and wrapped an arm affectionately around his neck, then smiled at me. "He is cool, isn't he?"

It was Luke's turn to blush. I winked at him and he grinned. "Can Matt stay for dinner, Dad?"

I looked at Matt and asked, "What do your parents say? Have you asked them?"

"It's just my mom, Sir. She's a nurse. She works the night shift most of the time, so I'm usually on my own for dinner."

"Still, you should call her and let her know where you are."

"Oh, she knows I'm here. I told her where I was going after school, but she does want to talk to you or Mr. Bailey."

"Well, in that case, give me her number and I'll call her."

Matt fished in his pants pocket and pulled out a cell phone, pushed a button and handed it to me with a grin.

"Hello," I said when she answered, "Is this Matt's mother? … Hi, Mrs. O'Conner, I'm John Reed. … Yes, I just met your son, and I must tell you I'm really impressed with what a polite young man he is. … Oh, you've met Luke? … Well, I agree with you, I think the two boys are very good for each other. … Yes, Ma'am, I'll make sure he does his homework and is home by ten. … Good afternoon."

I grinned at Matt, who had intently watched me during my conversation with his mother. "It looks like you'll be staying for dinner, Matt." He grinned back when I handed his cell phone to him. Luke had an arm around his waist and Matt's arm was draped around Luke's shoulders.

"So… do I get to keep him?" Luke asked with a proprietary look up at Matt.

I glanced at Matt who clowned a begging look. "Well, certainly…at least until I have to take him home."

Looking pleased, the boys summarily dismissed me and turned back to their movie. I headed to the kitchen to see what I could come up with for dinner. After searching the fridge, I decided to hit Safeway and get some steaks, baking potatoes and makings for a big green salad.

I settled on some big T-bones since I was feeding a couple of voracious teenagers. Luke might be small, but he could really put away the food. And I imagined that Matt could eat even more, so I ended up buying six steaks and potatoes, and enough salad for four.

As soon as Farr came home, Luke greeted him with, "Hey, Dad, look who John said I could keep."

Poor Matt blushed again. After I'd given my little man a proper greeting, I glanced at Matt who again turned red. At that point, I figured that the boy was just going to have to get over it. I was sure he would if he was around very much, and I was quite sure he would be around a lot if Luke had his way.

Luke

I thought about the time I'd invited Ben in and wondered how Farr and John would feel about it if they knew. I'd never said anything to them about Ben. I just kind of kept him locked away in my fantasy place. Sometimes I'd get off imagining him doing things to me, or me doing things to him like the men who used to pick me up on the street. Maybe that's why I didn't say anything. I had a hard time separating what happened to me during those months on the street, and what I fantasized about doing with Ben. I don't know… it just sometimes made me feel guilty, and really dirty and unworthy.

I felt that sooner or later I was going to have to tell my dads about Ben. And I still didn't really know whether he was straight or not. I've also hidden my friendship with him from Matt. Why? Well, maybe because I was still kinda infatuated with him. Like I said, he's really good looking, and he's the only other big guy that has ever been friendly to me.

By not telling Matt about Ben, I'd put myself into a real weird situation… it felt like I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't. I haven't really done anything with Matt except talk a lot. We cuddle, but nothing's been said about sex. We play games on my computer. So I guess the reason I was feeling guilty was because I still had these fantasies about what I'd like to do with Ben - even though I never would - even if he turned out to be gay and came on to me. I've gotten to where I love Matt too much to ever jeopardize what I have with him. I have to talk to my dads about this. I'm sure they'll have a solution. It's so neat that I have them to turn to. I never could talk to my real dad about anything.

Farr

One evening when Matt wasn't having dinner with us, Luke was acting nervous and agitated. When we asked what was bothering him, he just stared at his plate and shook his head. After we finished dinner, John sat down next to Luke on the sofa and said, "Out with it, Luke. What's bothering you?"

He stuttered for a bit, then gushed, "I've got a friend."

John looked at him with an encouraging smile. "And there's a problem with this friend?"

Luke nodded vigorously and gulped, but didn't say anything.

I love watching my big man deal with Luke. He's such a gentle loving man. He doesn't hesitate to get down to Luke's level. He slid off the sofa and onto the floor, pulled Luke off and gathered him into his lap. With his arms wrapped around him, he said, "Now, tell me what the problem is with this friend."

Luke is sixteen… a teenager, and yet, he eats up the attention that John gives him. He laid his forehead against John's chest and said, "He's big like Matt, and I haven't told Matt about him."

John waited a moment and then asked, "Is there a problem with telling Matt about him?"

"We've been friends since before I met Matt. Now I don't know how to tell him."

"What do you think would happen if you invited this friend over some evening when Matt is here and introduced them to each other?"

Luke shrugged.

"I don't mean to embarrass you by this question, Luke, but have you and this friend played around with each other? Is that why you're afraid to tell Matt?"

Luke sat up and faced John. "Ben's straight, as far as I know."

"So, what's the problem?"

Luke shrugged against John's chest and didn't answer. A few moments later he stood up and smiled at John, hugged his neck and said, "Thanks, Dad."

Like I said, it's just heartwarming to watch my big guy interact with Luke.

Luke

I don't know. Sometimes it's like I'm a bit nuts. You know what I mean? I make myself crazy thinking about things. After I told my dads about Ben, there didn't seem to be a problem anymore with telling Matt. I decided that when the time came, I'd just invite Ben over and introduce them to each other. I still didn't tell them I'd had Ben in the house. Well… maybe they don't need to know that.

I guess the problem was I was using this silly thing with Ben to avoid my problems with Matt. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Matt. It's me. I thought with my new life with Farr and John, going to school again and now having a boyfriend I was totally in love with, I was home free. You know - my former life wouldn't have any effect on me. Wrong.

Everything was cool until one afternoon Matt's hand found its way between my legs after we'd been kissing and snuggling for a while. I froze. I suddenly felt like a low-life, street bum, whore again. Matt knew something was wrong and pulled his hand back. That made me feel even worse. I knew I had to tell him about my past - I couldn't put it off. I didn't want to lose him, but not telling him was like lying to him, and I'm not a liar.

I guess he thought I was a virgin and was afraid, because he said, "I'm sorry, Luke, I thought you wanted to do more. I won't push again. We can take things slower."

I couldn't respond. The feelings I was going through were more than I could take at the moment. I curled against his body and he just rubbed his hand up and down my back, comforting me and whispering, "I love you, Luke."

Jeez, I love him, too. So much. But I couldn't get the words out. I pushed out of his arms and sat up. He looked hurt, but I had to ignore it if I was going to be upfront and honest with him. I just prayed that he wouldn't despise and hate me by the time I finished.

Matt

I thought I'd really done something wrong when I touched Luke while we were kissing. He had a hardon, so I thought he'd be cool with it. But he tensed up and then when I apologized for rushing him and told him I love him, he pushed away from me and sat up, saying, "I have to tell you something."

I thought he was going to tell me he hadn't ever done anything with another guy and was scared. Boy, was I wrong. When he told me that his dad had kicked him out when he caught him with a friend, I wanted to beat the old man. I tried to pull Luke into a comforting hug, but he struggled and fought me off.

"No, don't touch me. By the time I finish telling you about my life you won't want to anyway."

I tried to object, but he told me to hush. Then he told me what he'd had to live through on the streets and I couldn't help myself, I started to cry. When he finished with, "Then Farr and John found me and took me in," he sat there looking so sad and lost. I gathered him to me and held him like a baby. I talked to him and rocked him, told him over and over that none of what he told me was his fault. I told him it was past, done, to let it go, that I loved him.

He finally started hearing me and wrapped his arms around my neck and cried like his heart was broken. When he finally stopped, I whispered to him, "I love you, Luke," then I told him, "None of that stuff matters. It's like my mom is always saying, Luke, there is no use crying about the past. There's nothing you can do to change it. Pay attention to the present and make it as good as you can, because it too will soon be part of your past." I told him again that I love him.

He pulled back and searched my face. "You really do, don't you?" He sounded like he was just beginning to believe me.

"I do, Luke, I love you even more now that you've told me your story."

Then he finally said it. I felt like running outside and shouting to the world when he mumbled against my neck, "I love you, too, Matt."

Luke

I could feel Matt get hard when I told him I loved him. I'd felt him hard before when we snuggled but I'd just ignored it. Now I couldn't ignore it anymore. I wondered if I could go through doing things with him without my past crashing in on me.

I reached down and rubbed my fingers over his hardon. God, it felt so big. I thought for a moment of how it would feel inside me. The memory of the pain from one of the men that had fucked me jumped into my mind. I squinched my eyes and told myself this is Matt. He will not hurt me. Then I realized that it would be a while before we'd get around to doing it. I needed to get through all the lightweight stuff first. I squeezed his hardon and he groaned, that made mine stiffen. His hand that had been rubbing my body found its way to mine and he rubbed his hand over it.

"Let's go up to your bedroom, Luke. I don't think John and Farr would like finding us naked in the den."

Matt

I lay on Luke's bed and held my arms out to him. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked at me, then asked, "Are you sure you want this whore making love to you?"

Something snapped in me. I sat up and grabbed him by his upper arm and yanked him onto my lap. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. "If you ever use that word again referring to yourself, I'll…I'll turn you over my knee and give you a hard whopping. Do you understand me?" I glared into his big frightened eyes and came to my senses. I let go of his chin and pulled his head against my chest. "I'm sorry, Luke, I didn't mean to scare you. God, I'd never hurt you. But please don't ever call yourself that again. You are not a whore. You did what you had to, to survive. And I'm glad you did… survive, 'cause now you're in my arms where you should be." I kissed the top of his head and held him closer. "I love you, Luke, I love you."

He hugged me back, saying, "I know you do, I know you do. I love you too, Matt."

I lay back, pulling him on top of me and we snogged. I read that on that site where there are so many stories. It was an English kid that used it, I guess. Anyway, it sounds better than, we sucked face. I suppose I could just say we kissed, but it was so much more than that.

After a bit, Luke sat up and grinned his smart-assed grin - the one that turns me to a glob of jelly. "So you wanna see me nekkid?" he asked as he wiggled his behind on my aching dick.

I grinned back at him and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

We scrambled off the bed and I pulled my tee shirt over my head and looked at Luke who was looking downcast again. I dropped to one knee and pulled him to me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he sighed, "it's just that I'm so puny compared to you."

"Bullshit!" I swore as I grabbed the bottom of his tee and yanked it up over his head. He started to cover his chest as soon as his hands were freed from the shirt but I was faster. I pinched his chest muscle. "That is no way puny. If you were as big as me, your chest would be bigger than mine."

He flexed, looking down at his chest. "You really think so?" he asked doubtfully.

"I know so."

He grinned. "You think maybe the rest of me is, too?" he asked, dropping his pants. The little smart-ass was going commando. I took one look at what was standing up pointing at me. "Damn, Luke, if you were as big as me, that thing would be way bigger than mine."

I dropped my jeans and shucked down my skivvies. That's what my dad called underwear. I looked at mine, then at his. "You're almost as big as I am. And on your little body, yours looks bigger."

He looked in the mirror on the back of the door, then at me. "You really think so?"

"You're beginning to sound like a parrot."

He grabbed his dick and shook it at me. "This is my parrot and it wants your cracker."

I cracked up. Here we were standing with our shoes on and our pants around our ankles and he was talking nonsense while shaking his dick at me. I toed off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and grabbed him up while he was laughing and trying to do the same. Whirling him around while singing, "Lukey, Lukey, Lukey," I hit the edge of the bed and the bed hit the wall with a seriously loud crash. Then I lost my balance and we fell over. Laughing our heads off, we landed on the bed making another loud thump.

The door flew open and we both looked up to see John, his eyes bugging out and his mouth gaping. I grabbed a pillow to cover myself.

Luke

I've never thought anything being naked in front of John and Farr. I was safe with them. I knew they would never make any advances. But it was a different ballgame with John seeing me naked in Matt's arms, and with a hardon. I grabbed the bed covers and pulled them over us.

First, I was embarrassed, then I was indignant that John had barged into my room without knocking. But when I saw the ridiculousness of the situation, and how Matt's whole body was as red as John's face, I started giggling again.

"You boys don't tear up the room rassling," he said frowning and grinning at the same time. John's from Texas and says some words funny. He stepped out and closed the door.

I looked at Matt. He had his head covered with a pillow. I pulled the pillow away and he groaned, "I'm so embarrassed."

I sat up and asked, "Why? Don't you think John and Farr 'rassle'?"

Matt looked at me with a sly grin. I could see that he was imagining my dads 'rassling' naked.

He leered at me. "Hey, you wanna rassle some more?"

I leaped on him and pushed him onto his back. After a couple of minutes things got serious. We were sweaty and rubbing against each other, and it was causing stirrings I hadn't felt in a long time. I attached my mouth to his and let his long tongue invade while I crossed my ankles to hold his dick between my thighs.

His dick head kept rubbing across my hole. I wanted so badly to beg him to fuck me but closed my mind to the thought. I didn't want him to start thinking I was maybe right in calling myself a whore. So I just enjoyed the feel of rubbing my dick against his belly while his rubbed over my back door. We made quite a mess, but ignored it until we'd recovered.

Matt

Luke was real quiet when he slid off the bed and grabbed up his tee shirt. I thought he was going to get dressed, but he used it to wipe off my belly and then cleaned my dick really gently. He went into the bathroom to clean himself. When I followed, he blushed when he saw me watching him wipe my goo from between his legs and his ass crack. I could tell from his expression what he was thinking, so before he could get down on himself, I kissed him softly, stroked his face and said, "You're so beautiful, Babe. I don't think I ever came so hard. You just turn me on so much. Next time I want you to try what I did. It felt so good."

His expression changed to delight, and I felt that maybe I could get him over his past.

John was sitting at the kitchen table working on stuff from his business when we walked in - dressed. He looked up and smiled. I'm sure Luke blushed as red as I did. But John was cool. "Was that your first time?" he asked.

We grinned and nodded like a couple of bobble heads.

"It's great when it's done with love, isn't it."

Luke walked over and hugged him. "I love you, Dad. Thanks for being so cool about it."

John hugged him back, saying, "Hey, it wasn't so long ago that I was your age."

Then he looked at me and said, "Get over here, Matt, and give me a hug, too, Son."

He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. He is a good bit bigger than me - taller and more muscular. It reminded me of my dad's hugs. I had to wonder what life would be like if he were still alive, how he'd have taken having a gay son. I forced myself to believe he wouldn't kick me out like Luke's did.

I hugged John back and blinked away the stupid tears.