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As the plane headed further south, the clouds became dark and the ride rough. Jak silently snorted. 'About as rough as my leaving t'come back to Florida,' he thought. Keith had done his best to remain dry-eyed, and had, for the most part, succeeded . . . at least until Steve, Jak's father, had knocked at the apartment door, to take him to the airport. Then, it became too much. His eyes grew watery, and a tear escaped, to run over his cheek. "Ohhhh, Keith," Jak murmured, close to his ear. "Don't do this to yourself . . . and to me." The blond man took a shuddering breath, and jerked a nod of his head. "I . . . I . . . know," he hiccoughed. "It's rough, though." "I know." Jak brushed away another tear. "There are some things you need to keep telling yourself. Now, listen, okay?" Another jerky nod. "You are the only man I care for. YOU, not anyone down there. You are the only man I want. You are a wonderful man, who makes me laugh and realize how lucky I am. Whenever I'm around you my knees get all weak, just 'cause you're not only drop-dead sexy, but because you are so kind and loving. Whenever you touch me I stop thinking about anything but you. No one else makes me feel like that. You are the man I'll be coming back to in a couple weeks. I'm not going to stay down there, so don't worry. And . . . lastly . . . you are the man I will be calling every night." He tilted Keith's chin up, and looked him in the eyes, doing his best to keep his own eyes from overflowing. "Now . . . my one and only boyfriend. Me leaving isn't going to be easy on either of us, but we both know I need to do it. Tell me that you believe what I just told you." "I . . ." Keith's eyes flicked to Jak's. "How can you be so frippin' strong?" he choked a laugh. "Must be Soren talking, huh?" "No. Soren stays down in Florida, where he belongs. I'm saying these things . . . Jak . . . no one else." Keith sniffed. "I . . ." he inhaled a rough breath. "I believe you." He looked up. "When you leave, could we not say good-bye, though? Somehow that seems so . . . permanent." Jak nodded, then wiped at his own eyes. He leaned close and tenderly kissed the man who'd grown to be as important to him as breathing. "I'll see 'ya in a couple weeks, my handsome . . . boyfriend." Keith embraced him tightly, then resolutely turned away, unable to watch Jak leave the apartment. 'Geez, that was rough,' Jak thought, when the plane entered a roiling wall of dark clouds and began to shake. Leaving Dad behind wasn't much easier. I feel as if I'm abandoning him to the women's tender mercies. "Y'gonna be okay?" he asked his father, as they approached the security checkpoint at the airport. Steve nodded. "Yes, I'll be fine. Your brother, bless his heart, gave me a stern lecture, and . . ." his eyes flicked to Jak's, "after our talk, I'm feeling pretty good." "I'm glad." They'd hugged, like so many others saying goodbye to loved ones. "I'm feeling pretty good, too," Jak added, as he and his father separated. "I'm leaving with so much more than I arrived with . . . an . . . understanding with you, a more mature relationship with Rex, and the beginnings of a relationship with Keith, which I hope will become even stronger, over time. It's gonna be rough on the both of us, though; me being down in Florida, n'all, but we'll get through it, just like you'll get through all the stuff with the sister and Mom. We're strong, we Rollins men." He nodded once, as if to convince himself. "I'll call you often, Dad," he said, as he hefted his bag and looked over his shoulder, toward the security checkpoint. He turned back as his father called after him. "Telephone Keith before me, okay? He needs to hear your voice." Steve paused, appearing embarrassed. "I was going to say he needs to hear your voice more than me. That's not true. So . . . um . . . call Keith first. How's that?" Steve pulled his son into another fierce hug. "Take care, Jak. I'm with you wherever you go." Jak could do nothing more than nod once, as he turned away, unwilling to trust his voice. * * * Jak leaned back against the airplane seat headrest and closed his eyes. A few days earlier, he and his father had taken the opportunity, provided by Keith being occupied with exams, and Rex staying with a friend, to spend the afternoon together. As they'd always done, since Jak was a child, they took a walk their neighborhood. The snow was piled high, but the brick sidewalks were mostly clear. Jak thrust his gloved hands into the pockets of his heaviest coat, thankful for the thick scarf around his neck, and the woolen cap he was wearing. Even with the protection, he felt the cold seeping into his bones. "Y'okay, Dad?" he asked, his breath hanging about his head in a cloud of vapor. His father looked toward him and smiled, then pulled him close, with an arm around his shoulder. "Jak, I am doing better than I have been in months. Your brother sat me down and talked some sense into me." "Oh? I'm surprised you needed a talking to. You're one of the most . . . grounded . . . people I know. That's one of the things I've always admired most about you." Jak chuckled, shaking his head. "Rex is sort'a the same. He's got a pretty good head on his shoulders. The two of us had a good visit the other day, too. So, what did you guys talk about?" "You," Steve said, in a voice devoid of emotion. "Me?" Jak laughed, turning to his father. "Yes." Steve paused, turning to his son. "Jak, I have a confession to make. Maybe you'll already be aware of what I'm going to say. Who knows? Rex told me Keith was." "Go on," Jak said, in a wary voice, wondering what Keith and Rex could possibly be aware of that involved his father. "Jak . . . it shouldn't be any surprise to you that, years ago, I had a number of gay experiences." The younger man nodded once, as he and his father resumed their walk. "Well . . . after I got married, being with a man . . . like that . . . didn't seem quite as important as it once did . . . at least, not until you and I spoke about you taking that job, down in Florida. That, combined with the . . . difficulties your mother and I are having, which have nothing to do with you, by the way, caused me to recall all the . . . good times I spent with another guy." Steve and his son stepped into the park. The rolling, tree covered hills, were as familiar to Jak as the back yard of his parents' home. He'd grown up, running up and down these hills, and had had more serious conversations with his father, as they walked the park's perimeter, than he could count. "Jak . . . without any conscious thought, I . . . I . . ." he hesitated. "Since you were the only gay man I know, I began to think of you as a man, with whom I could have a sexual and emotional relationship." They stopped, as Jak turned to his father, his eyes wide. "Let me go on, before you say anything," Steve insisted. "This is taking about every ounce of courage I have." Jak nodded once. "As your mother's and my relationship deteriorated, and, after finding out that you're gay, my masturbatory fantasies began centering on you. You're handsome, sexy beyond imagining, and, like I said before, you're the only gay man I know. "Once I saw you in that first vid, my fantasies became sort'a real. Every time I looked at the vid of you and Cody, or, later, the one with Boyd, I imagined I was the person you were with. I didn't even stop to consider your feelings, or what you would think of my fantasies. They were my fantasies, and, in one's fantasies, one doesn't have to consider such things as that. "Then you kissed me, out in the parking lot of the airport, and I suddenly thought that . . . maybe . . . the fantasies could become reality. "Then, less than a day later, I faced a clear dose of reality. You introduced me to Keith, who instantly figured out what I was thinking. "He's a wonderful young man, by the way . . . a man with whom I fervently hope you'll be happy." Steve sighed. "I left the apartment, in something of a daze, but . . . Rex . . . He and Keith were the only people thinking straight that day. I'm not really sure what you were thinking about, but I'm certain it wasn't about having a relationship with your father. "So . . . Rex and I drove to the restaurant, after leaving the apartment, and he gave me a talking to. Apparently, he didn't think I'd paid any attention, because he did it again, recently, and this time I listened. "Jak, I'm sorry, for assuming. I'm sorry for causing you and Keith any discomfort. I'm . . ." he shrugged. "I'm just sorry for not taking your feelings into account. You deserve better of me," he concluded, bowing his head. "I . . . I didn't know," Jak mumbled, madly searching for something to say, which might ease his father's pain. "I knew something was wrong, by the way you acted, when you and Rex showed up at the apartment, but I didn't know what it might be. I thought it prob'ly had something to do with . . . the women of the house. I didn't bother to think any further than that. "I'm sorry if I've caused you pain by talking to you about Keith, and how happy I am. Dad, are you really interested in me, or are you interested in what I represent . . . the freedom you don't currently have, and the good times you had, during your earlier experiences?" "I thought I was genuinely interested in you, but, upon reflection, and, after your brother's psychoanalysis, I have come to believe that you're right. I fixated on you because there was no one my own age around, that I knew to be gay. Even at the time I was thinking those thoughts about you, I was surprised, because I've never been attracted to men younger than me. That should have given me a clue, but," he shook his head. "It didn't. I wasn't thinking. "Will you forgive me?" "Of course! There's really nothing to be forgiven for. I'm just glad you decided to talk to me instead of agonizing about your feelings, assuming I would be upset if I heard what was bothering you. Dad, I'm flattered! I'm not just saying this 'cause I'm your son, but you are one of the sexiest men I have ever met. Seeing you naked, in the dressing room, at the pool . . ." He laughed. "It was all I could do, not to spring a boner, whenever I saw you. Many times, after coming home, I would fantasize about you, as I jerked off. And, when I was working with Cody, on that vid, I got extra turned-on, imagining you watching me. "Dad . . ." Jak paused, turning to his father, and holding him at arm's length, searching his face. "No words can describe how much I love you, but . . . I love you as a son loves his father, not as a man loves a partner." He bowed his head. "I hope you can understand." He looked up, with a mischievous grin, resembling his younger brother's. "Y'know what I think would be way-hot?" Steve shook his head, amazed how Jak could, so easily, deflect the conversation from talk of love, to something else. "Why don't we make a deal to . . . sometime . . . after you've found a man to love . . . have you and him join Keith and me in a sex scene. That way we can watch one another. I'm hard right now, imagining what it would be like to see you having sex with another guy. A'course we'd have to check out the idea with Keith and the unnamed stranger, but I bet we'd be able to convince 'em." "Then I'd best get busy, hadn't I?" Steve said, laughing. The flight attendant's announcement, that they were approaching Miami International airport, caused Jak to awaken. 'I wonder what awaits,' he asked himself, then smiled. 'Whatever it is, I'm gonna enjoy myself. Then, when I go back home, Keith n'I are gonna get serious.' * * * Jak dimmed the hotel room lights and wandered out onto the balcony, clad in his butter yellow Speedo-style briefs. Below, the hotel pool gleamed in the darkness, while, in the distance, he could see lights of a cruise liner approaching the port. A sensuous breeze caressed his body, stopping only long enough for a brief touch, before moving on. He grinned, as he tapped out a telephone number on his cell phone, then leaned on the balcony's railing, holding the phone to his ear. "Keith!" he almost shouted, as his call was answered. He pushed himself away from the railing, entered the hotel room, and began to pace. "How's my boyfriend?" he asked, around a lump in his throat. "You doing okay . . . really? How'd the tests go? How're you feeling, about being at home again? Aw, geez, I miss you!" he said. "It's not even been a whole day, and I miss you!" He fell backward onto the bed, and listened, drinking in Keith's voice, as his questions were answered. "Yeah, I got here; no problems. The flight was a little bumpy, but nothing major. I got a lot of thinking in . . . about Dad mostly. Is it true you had an idea that his feelings for me were . . . serious?" He listened to Keith's soft voice, speaking of his suspicions, and fear that he could, possibly, end up in competition for Jak's attention. "Well, hell!" Jak said, in a raised voice, as he sat up, then stood and began to pace. "I must be way dumber than I look! I had no idea! "Oh . . . yeah. Things with Dad are all settled out," he answered Keith's anxious question. "Apparently, Rex had a talk with him . . . the little psychiatrist!" Jak laughed. "Dad needs t'be out of his marriage, so he can be free to find someone who really cares for him. Since he didn't know any other gay people, except for me, he sort'a developed a . . . fixation, which only got worse once he saw my vids. "He apologized. "Geez, Keith, it was weird hearing that he thought of me as possible lover material." He listened, as Keith spoke. "Oh, yeah, I know; he's a good looking guy, in a very sultry, intense sort'a way, and, before you ask . . . no, he and I have never had sex, or even jerked off together." Jak laughed. "No . . . he doesn't see you as competition. He sees you for the wonderful guy you are." As Keith asked questions, Jak left the room, and sat on the balcony's wicker chair, propping his feet on the nearby cushioned ottoman. The sea air was wonderful. "Yeah, I met three more of the guys - Taylor, Daniel, and Jace. Taylor's a dark, brooding sort'a guy, in his mid 20s, I guess. The other two are our age, though I think they look a little younger. Levi, he's the guy who runs the show, had us all out to his house for a barbecue on the beach. It was nice. "He had a meal the last time I was here, too. I guess they're to help everyone get comfortable with one another. Funny thing, though . . . I was wishing you were sitting next to me, on the sand instead of Levi's dog. I mean, Hector's nice n'all, but," he laughed. "You're waaay nicer. "Dave, he's one of Levi's right-hand men, told me, as he was delivering me to my hotel, that that uneasiness always happens when there's a new guy thrown into the mix. The new guy's me. I guess everyone's sizing me up, wondering what kind of person I am, and all that." Jak watched the lights of another cruise liner, as Keith spoke. "Dave does all the driving, and there's plenty of it," Jak said, by way of answering Keith's question. "All us guys are staying at a different hotel, so he has to pick each of us up, and deliver us back, every day. "My room is great. I'm on the twentieth floor. The place has a big balcony, with a wicker chair and ottoman. That's where I'm sitting . . . in my underwear. Yeah! For real. It's that warm! "I miss you, too. I've gotten so accustomed to you sleeping at my side, I'm gonna feel all weird sleeping in that big bed, by myself. I wish you were here. "Yeah, me, too. Good luck on your exam tomorrow. I'll call to find out how you did . . . and to hear your voice." He paused. "I've never told you what a wonderful voice you have, have I? It's so . . . soothing, sort'a like those massages you give. "G'night, handsome," he murmured, as their conversation came to a close. "I'm thinking of you, wishing you were with me. "A big hug, to you, too. G'night." He stayed on the line until . . . finally . . . Keith gently hung up. * * * "Hey, Rex," Keith greeted Jak's younger brother, as Rex opened the car door and slid in, all smiles. "Why all the mystery? I would have been happy to pick you up at your house." Rex dropped his heavy book bag on the floor of the car, slipped off his stocking cap, and raked his fingers through his short brown hair. His grin hinted at a fun-loving personality, full of mischievousness. 'When Jak smiles,' Keith thought, 'It's like the sun lighting up the room. It is something . . . special. Rex grins and smiles all the time. He's very cute, but,' Keith shrugged, to himself, 'I'm attracted to his brother. Rex had brown eyes, instead of Jak's blue, and, while he was handsome, in a boyish sort of way, from Keith's point of view, he didn't compare to his older brother. 'Sometimes I feel like a standup comic,' Keith thought, comparing Jak's serious nature with his brother's mischievous way of looking at the world. 'I know there's a laugh hidden inside Jak, somewhere; I just have to coax it out. Not so with Rex, who seems to always be either on the verge of laughing, or making some sort of outrageous comment. Still,' Keith thought, as Rex turned to him, coaxing his hair into place, with his fingers, 'There's a serious side to Rex . . . an insightful side. He sees things others overlook.' "Thanks for agreeing t'meet with me, Keith. It's awesome for you to invite me to dinner, too." He turned sideways on the car seat, to face Keith, ignoring a seatbelt. "Dad's away at a guy's-only night at the gym he just joined. I hope he meets someone nice. Anyway, if you hadn't invited me out, I would'a been home, fending for myself. I can make a killer peanut butter and jelly sandwich! Boiling water, though," he shook his head. "That's way beyond my skill level. One time, I got the water to boil, then all I could do was look at it. I didn't have a clue what to use it for!" he laughed, playfully slapping Keith on the shoulder. "Um," he hesitated. "I hope you don't mind the familiarity. I'm a touchy sort'a guy." When Keith grinned and shook his head, trying to not take his eyes off the icy road and the passing cars, Rex continued. "D'you cook?" "Um, not really," Keith answered, "though I've figured out how to use a can opener pretty well . . . recently," he added, dryly. "Good for you!" Rex hooted. "I can do that, too! I guess guys like us don't need anything more'n peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and stuff from cans, right?" he laughed. They drove the short distance to the restaurant, with Rex talking, almost nonstop. The moment they sat down and had given the waitress their order, though, his demeanor changed. "So . . ." he asked, looking up. "You and my brother are in love with each other. What are you gonna do about it? Sit around, the both of you, every time he's down South, and mope 'cause you're apart?" "We've never said we're in love with each other, Rex. Besides, I'm in school, here. Jak's got a job, there." "True, and since Jak is making money hand over fist, for what he does, and since he's contracted to work with those guys for quite a while, it probably wouldn't be a good idea if he quit. You, on the other hand, could keep going to school, but move close to him and go to school there." "But what about you and your dad? You guys are the reason Jak needs to come back. You guys are way more important to him than I am. He needs to come back, for you guys, and to keep his sanity. On his weeks off, he needs to get away from . . . work." Keith made a face. "Yeah . . . work. Tell me about it. Are you jealous of him having sex with those guys? Have you ever seen him on a video?" "Um, no. I'm afraid seeing him will make me feel worse than I already do." Rex flopped back and crossed his arms, glaring at Keith. If Jak had been present, Keith had no doubt Rex would be giving him the same look of exasperation. "Well, this is a fine mess! Jak's unhappy, down in Florida. You're unhappy, up here. Dad's unhappy, and will be, until he is free to be the man he wants to be. And I am friggin' unhappy watching all you guys try not to moan and groan while you pretend everything is hunky dory! You have the power to change things, Keith. So . . . do something! If you love my brother, and you want to be together, do something to be together!" "What about your father? And . . . I'm not moaning and groaning." Rex airily waved the comment aside. "You know what I mean. "As for Dad, I'm giving him the same advice. I'm full of it! And, I'm full of advice, too." His chuckle caused Keith to grin. 'I bet no one has ever stayed mad at this guy,' Keith thought. "Me . . . I can be happy, either here, or down in Florida, so I don't count in this equation," Rex continued speaking, oblivious to Keith's observations. "First off, Dad needs to do whatever it takes to free himself, of Mom and my dear sister. They've already jettisoned him; he just hasn't realized it yet. Once he does, he needs to get out'a town, and take me with him. Where Dad goes, I go." "Now . . . I've got an observation," Keith murmured, looking at the younger man through half lidded eyes. "You wish you were a little older, so your dad would see you as a likely partner, don't you?" Rex shrugged. "Yeah, well, wishing won't make it true. I'd have to be about twenty years older, and I'm pretty happy being my own age. Wise ol' me, though . . . I've told Dad he needs to find someone his own age . . . which is true. Still . . . I'd like more from him than he's comfortable giving. Not serious stuff," he hastened to add, "but y'know . . . "Oh, we hug n'stuff, just 'cause we both feel lonely, but he's not really interested in guys my age. I make him," Rex made a face, "squirmy, would be a good description. He's afraid of getting too close to me. He wants to, I think, but . . . he's afraid of . . . stuff." Keith nodded his understanding. "Even so," Rex sighed. "I'd like to find someone to be interested in, too. Trouble is, I don't think I'm attracted to guys my own age. In fact, I know I'm not, and any guys old enough for me to be interested in are going to have the same hangups as Dad." He reached across the table and quickly patted Keith's hand. "Sorry, but you're too young for me. Someone around twenty-five would be ideal," he grinned. "Besides," he winked, "You're already taken." "Aren't you." It was a statement, not a question. "I would like to think so, but Rex . . . your brother n'I have only known one another for a few weeks." He held up a warning hand. "I know, I know. We move slow. All three of us know that . . . you, Jak, and me. There are times I wish we didn't, but, for the most part, I'm happy." He grinned. "I have a feeling that things are going to be a little different when he comes back next time. "But . . . we were talking about your wishes, regarding your dad." Rex made an impatient throwaway gesture. "What I wish isn't the problem here. I'll handle it." Keith smiled. "Maybe Jak could introduce you to one of the guys down in Florida. Maybe there's someone down there who would be just right for you." Rex's eyes lit. "Yeah, maybe. Who knows?" Their food arrived, and all talk of love, or moving, was abandoned, as they ate. Later, as Keith held the door to his car open for the younger man, he asked, "May I give you a hug, to thank you for your advice? You've given me a lot to think about. Besides, after tonight, I sort'a think of you as a good friend." Rex turned to him, wearing his trademark grin. "A hug? Sure, if it comes with a kiss . . . on the mouth." Keith laughed. "I can do that. For the advice you just gave I could even . . ." he hesitated. "What?" Keith laughed. "I think I better stick to the hug and kiss." With that, he brought Rex to him, and found that Jak was not the only one in the family who could kiss. The younger man wasn't Jak, but he was close, and it would have been easy for Keith to suggest . . . When they parted, they were both breathless. "Thanks, Keith. I didn't expect you'd do that." Rex smiled broadly. "I'm glad you did." * * * "Hi, handsome," Jak said, pleased to hear Keith's soft voice. "I'm missing you, and one of your patented full-body massages. Y'know the type . . . where you lay on top of me and squirm around, while we kiss?" He smiled. "Geez, I love it when you laugh. You make me smile . . . and feel great. I was thinking, last night, that before meeting you, I was a pretty serious guy." He paused, as Keith spoke. "Yeah, I know. I still am, but you're helping me out. I'm thinking that we make a helluva team. "So . . . tell me about what's happening. Oh, before that, though, I wanted you to know that I'm gonna be back in town on your birthday! I asked if I could come home a couple days early, and told Levi why. He said sure. I know you said your mom always makes a big dinner, with a cake n'all, but maybe we could get together afterward . . . couldn't we? I'd hate to be in town and not be with you . . . especially on your birthday. "Aw, geez," Jak said, a few minutes later. "I'd love to meet your folks, but, you know they're going to ask what I do for a living, and I won't lie to them. Will what I do cause a great upheaval for you? After what I experienced with my dear sister, I'm sort'a gun shy. And, she only learned that I'm gay. If she knew what I do for a living, I can't imagine what she would do. You'd probably read about it in the newspapers the next day, though. Selfishly, I don't want to go through that sort'a thing again, and I certainly don't want to alienate you from your folks or sister . . ." He paused, as Keith interrupted. "Well . . ." he sighed. "If you think so. Do you have any hot coals for me to walk across, or a bed of nails to sleep on, or something . . . 'cause I'd do just about anything to be with you." He lowered his voice. "Just being away from you is torture enough." He laughed. "I'm ready to endure torture by kissing. I know, for a fact, that you're an outstanding . . . kissing torture-guy. "So, it's your turn to talk." Jak listened. "You did? With Rex?" He listened as Keith described his and Rex's dinner, as well as Rex's feelings for his and Jak's father. "Yeah, most of this stuff between him and Dad has come up since I've been gone. It's funny; I have trouble thinking of him as someone old enough to have any sort of sexual feelings . . . especially for Dad. "If he likes a guy around twenty-five, Dave, down here, would fit the bill. He's got a thing for me, so maybe he'd transfer that to Rex. Dave's never even suggested anything, but," Jak laughed. "Turn him and Rex loose in the same room and . . . stand back! I think Dave sort'a likes the younger guys. So far, the ones who look really young that I've met, here at work, have all been selected by Dave. Levi and Pete . . . they go for the super macho ones like me. "Hey! What are you laughing at? I can be macho . . . if I have to. . . . Well, I can!" When Keith's laughter died down, Jak continued. "I'll just have to show you," he teased, feeling his weariness ease. "Is that a threat or a promise, he asks," Jak spoke, as if to an audience, repeating Keith's laughing question. "Believe me, handsome, it is a promise . . . so prepare yourself. Grrrrr!" he growled. "Didn't that sound macho?" A second growl, intended to emphasize his point, was interrupted when Keith's reaction caused him to break into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, Keith," Jak sighed, laying back in bed. "Just speaking with you makes me feel so good. We've got'a see what we can do about doing this more often, and . . . I know, as much as I hate it, we can't talk too long 'cause you've got tons of homework to finish, so I'll say bye. Get lots done ahead, handsome, 'cause when I come back, I'm not gonna want to let you go. "Yeah . . . same to you," he murmured. "Take care. A big Florida hug, sent your way. Bye." * * * Jak reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, just as the phone rang. When he saw who it was, he answered the phone, jumped off the bed, turned off the light, and headed toward the open doors leading to the balcony, suddenly energized. "Dad! Is everything okay? I just finished talking to Keith, and was about to turn in, but I always have time for you. So . . . you and Rex are doing okay? "Good. So . . . what's up? To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Yeah," he laughed. "I've been busy today. These guys are really working me! I was scheduled to do a few poses and an interview for one of the European gay mags . . . German." Jak laughed. "They asked when I would be coming to Germany to work. I hope they cut out my response. Huh? I asked 'em. Germany! It's cold in Germany! "Anyhow, after that, Levi partnered me up with two guys . . . Taylor, a dark-eyed, brooding guy with a permanent beard stubble, and a short goatee. He likes to lean against a wall with his arms crossed, and stare a guy down." Jak barked a laugh. "That act didn't work with me! I had enough games with Cody, during my last visit. I'm not going to encourage his posing routine, by paying attention. "The other guy's name is Daniel, a baseball cap-wearing blond guy, who's cute. I was telling Keith that Dave sort'a likes young looking guys, and he must have chosen Daniel, 'cause he looks young, even though he's a little older than I am. I'm not sure he even shaves yet, and since he shaves his pubes, he really looks like a kid. "Well, let me tell you. Looks can be deceiving! The little fucker is about as aggressive as they come! Sort'a makes Taylor n' me look like we're just waiting around for orders." Jak laughed. "Well, not quite, but damn, Dad, the guy's hung like . . . well . . . really big. "It was so cool. You're gonna love seeing the vid. After the three of us kissed and rolled around on the bed, trying to make the viewers guess who was gonna get plugged by that horse dick, ol' Daniel . . . he's the young looking guy, ended up laying on his back with me sitting on that monster of his. So . . . as I was bouncing away, trying to look like I was having a good time, Taylor, Mister dark and brooding, held Daniel's legs back and rammed into him. I mean rammed! "Geez, Louise! After hearing Daniel's loud groan, I was glad I was the one with the super-sized thing up my butt instead of being poked by Taylor. Each time Taylor slammed home, Daniel's eyes widened, and he grunted. Hell, I didn't have to move. Taylor was providing enough force for the three of us. Whew! Intense! I felt like turning around and shouting, 'All right, already! We get the friggin' message. You're macho.' "There I was . . . fucking myself on that telephone pole, and kissing ol' Daniel, while, behind us, Taylor did his thing. I'm sure hoping he didn't get any ideas about slamming into me. Daniel's about as big as I can handle. "Damn, but Daniel's a good kisser. Not as good as Keith, but damn good. Both of us love real slobbery type of kisses. When he finishes with you, your whole face is wet. I can get hard just thinking about his tongue. It drives a guy crazy, whether he's working on your mouth or hole! "I've learned not to turn my back on Taylor, though. He gave my butt a couple smacks, which were sort'a a shock. "Well, after I looked over my shoulder and gave him a, you-do-that-again-and-you'll-be-picking-your-teeth-up-off-the-floor look, he settled for wrapping his arms around me, from behind, and held on tight, as he worked those hips of his like a madman, pounding Daniel's hole. "Then, as if the poor guy hadn't been through enough, he pulled out of Daniel, jumped on the bed, and sat on the kid's face. Before I knew what was happening, he and I were tongue wrestling. It's not easy to concentrate on bouncing and sucking tongue at the same time, y'know! You should try it some time!" Jak smiled, at his father's carefree laughter. "Are you naked, Dad . . .? Jacking off? Way cool!" "Well, there we were, Daniel fucking me, and rimming Taylor, and me getting fucked and kissing Taylor, with two camera-guys circling us, filming it all. I swear! I was dripping sweat. It was cool when Taylor broke our kiss and began t'lick my face, n'neck, n'shoulders. He was steadying himself by holding onto my shoulder with his left hand, while he licked me and began jacking me off, with his right hand. All this Daniel was loudly slurping on his hole, and I was doing my best to work on his dick. "'M'mouth,' I muttered, when it sounded like he was 'bout ready t'cum. 'Shoot on my tongue.' Geez, I love that, almost as good as kissing. I can't wait till Keith . . ." He paused. "Ahem . . . Well, it didn't take any coaxing. I guess Daniel wanted to get in on the act, too, 'cause he pulled out'a me and got in position. "So, there I was, with my mouth wide open, holding out my tongue, with these two guys drooling their pre-cum onto it. Taylor was first. His knees sort'a trembled, then he shot. For all his aggressiveness, I was expecting him t'blast the back of my head off. He didn't. Each time he jerked though, I felt some more hot sperm coat my tongue. It was so frippin' cool! He came so much, it was rolling off my tongue. "The camera-guy was getting in real close, so I couldn't close my mouth and swallow, like I wanted to. Besides, 'horse-dick' Daniel, was about ready t'shoot. He held my head still with one hand, and shot directly onto my tongue, adding his juice to Taylor's. M'mouth was so full jiz was running out'a the corners. Soon as Daniel finished he wiped the head of his dick over my tongue, spreading his stuff around." Jak paused, as his father asked a breathless question. "Oh, yeah, I shot, all right. I'd no sooner gulped all that stuff down, than one of the guys, I don't remember which one, pushed me onto my back, and they both started working on my dick with their mouths . . . Taylor was on one side and Daniel was on the other. It was sort'a like teamwork, with them licking and kissing as they sucked me off. "I was sucking on a couple of Daniel's fingers, as he worked on me, and Taylor had one of his fingers up my butt, massaging my prostate. Whew!" Jak laughed, "I've never been sucked off like that before. "I guess the guys had been told to let the camera see me shoot, 'cause neither of 'em took it in the mouth. Instead, it splashed over their faces. So, after I shot, we did a lot of kissing and licking, cleaning one another." Jak paused, enjoying the sound of his father reaching orgasm. "Y'like t'eat your own juice, Dad?" In the background, he heard his brother's voice. "Whoa, Dad!" Jak grinned, at his brother's voice. "I guess I don't have to ask what you've been doing," Rex laughed. "Your brother's on the phone," Steve told Rex. "He's been telling me about the vid he and a couple guys made today." "Hey, Jak!" Rex shouted. "Dad's gotta go now. We've got some cleaning up to take care of. Bye!" The line went dead, and Jak smiled. * * * The flight attendant smiled a professional greeting, hesitated for the briefest of moments, then seemed to focus on Jak's face, and smiled brightly. "Love your vids," he said, before turning to greet the next passenger. "Aw, geez," Jak sighed, as he eased himself into the airplane seat, thankfully the farthest from the aisle. No matter how well intentioned someone was, he didn't want to deal with it. 'All I want is to get home . . . to Keith. 'I'm exhausted,' he inwardly groaned, as he tightened his seatbelt. 'I've been primped, prodded, shaved, posed, made up, interviewed, smiled on cue, and have generally worked myself t'death.' He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as the plane taxied onto the runway, and left the ground, headed for . . . home, and . . . Keith. * * * "Hi Ya, Keith!" Rex called, as he and Steve approached. "Happy Birthday! Jak told us today was a big day, and that's why he's coming home a couple days early. "Has he been good about keeping in touch?" Steve asked. Keith smiled. "Oh, yeah. We've spoken every night. He knows more about my days than my folks." When Rex's attention was drawn to something nearby, Keith stepped closer. "Um . . . I'm glad things have worked out," he said, cryptically. Steve knew what he meant, and nodded. "My apologies, Keith. As I told Jak, both he and you deserve better from me. I'm glad Rex sat down and talked to me, before I made a fool of myself, and hurt you guys' relationship. I . . . I just . . . wasn't thinking. I couldn't be happier for the both of you . . . really. Jak thinks you're super special, and," he grinned, "I agree. You guys'll be good together." Keith nodded once, and swallowed. 'Rex, bless his heart,' Keith thought, 'He found an excuse to leave for a couple minutes, and let his father say what he wanted t'say.' Keith made a casual motion, letting the younger man know it was okay to return. "Me . . ." Steve continued, as Rex dallied. "I'm on the lookout for a professional guy, around forty years old, who knows how to laugh, and happens to find something interesting in me." He sighed, wistfully. "Tall order." He leaned close. "I was going to wax eloquent about this hypothetical guy's other, ahem . . . attributes, but I think maybe the airport was not the best place." He and Keith grinned. "If I happen to run across any good candidates, I'll send 'em in your direction," Keith added, dryly. "Take it from me, though, you'll end up finding him, when you're not really expecting it. Look at what happened to Jak and me. You can't hang around, wondering what to do, when the opportunity presents itself. Just act. If the guy turns you down, it's his loss, not yours." "Jak!" Rex called to his brother. Keith and Steve turned, and saw Jak, heavy gym bag in hand, leave the group of passengers who'd been on the same flight, and head to his brother, who unabashedly threw himself at his older brother, and gave him a tight hug, and a brief kiss . . . on the cheek. "Welcome home!" Rex said, then realized Jak's attention was elsewhere. "Um, sorry, Rex," Jak grinned distractedly. "He's over there . . . with Dad," Rex murmured, in a voice barely loud enough to be heard. "I came over here to look for you, and to give 'em some time to get to know one another." Jak grinned, pulling his brother into another hug. "Thanks. You're the greatest!" He turned, and there stood his father, and Keith. "Um . . . hi," he said, overcome with shyness, to be greeting Keith in front of his brother and father. "Happy Birthday, handsome," he concluded, then was in Keith's arms. "I've missed you so much," he said, with his face buried in the crook of Keith's neck. "You feel so good." Keith kissed him quickly, on the lips, then pulled back, without releasing his grip on Jak's hand. "Your dad and I were having a great visit," he said, with a none-to-subtle hint that there was one person he'd yet to greet. "Oh, geez." Jak released Keith, and turned to his father, embracing him as enthusiastically as he had Keith. "Sorry, Dad. I wasn't ignoring you." "Welcome home, Jak," Steve said, holding his son, and speaking around a lump in his throat. "You've been missed . . . by all of us."
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