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Subject: Raising Boys 17 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at hoo Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 17 The boys' homework was finished and I had taken a couple of casseroles out of the refrigerator and popped them into the oven. I started chopping tomatoes, green peppers and mushrooms for a salad and urged coach to join the boys in the pool. "How about if I help you out with that and then we hit the pool together?" he asked. "Sure thing, I said, handing him a cutting board, a knife and a handful of tomatoes. I started on the peppers and the mushrooms while he attacked the tomatoes. He had some knife skills, I noticed as he began slicing. "Damn, my beer's empty. I think we may have mice," I said. "They've gotten after mine too," he said. I grabbed us each another brew and resumed chopping. We were quiet for a minute. It is not just everyone with whom you can share a silence without feeling uncomfortable. I was completely comfortable with coach and the silence and I think he felt the same way. "So, your girls are five and four," I asked. "Yep," he replied, smiling. "Both are beautiful and the older one swims like a fish. The younger one is a bit afraid of water but she'll come around soon enough, I think." "Is your wife a swimmer too?" I asked. "She enjoys recreational swimming but she never swam competitively," he said. "Jack told me you lost your wife. Sorry to hear that. It can't be easy being a single parent," he said. "I'm told nothing worthwhile is ever easy," I said "You're right," he replied. "I hope marriage is worthwhile cause it sure as hell isn't easy," he chuckled. "Yep," I agreed, marriage is tough. I've finally faced the fact that my wife was frigid because of some heavy shit her own mother laid on her. She fucked up her son too but he seems to be recovering. My Marcie never did. I'll be honest with you because I'm finding I trust you. Our sex life was shit. She never even came within ten miles of an orgasm. I would masturbate occasionally, but the fear of discovery and fear of disease made it seem too risky. This may sound terrible, but I find I want sex more and have more interest in sex now than I ever have in my life." "Jack told me that you had him and Bradley tested. I think that's a great idea. If you would like, I'll get tested, but I promise you, since high school I've only had sex with two people. One of them is Jack and the other is my wife. I swear that is the truth. And the fact is I rarely get any from my wife anymore. Her interest seemed to dry up after her hysterectomy. She still goes through the motions but I can tell she doesn't enjoy it. It's really not worth bothering with, to be honest. I bet we haven't fucked ten times since her surgery and that was three years ago. If I didn't have Jack in my life, I might go crazy." I trust you, coach. I trust you completely. I think you care too much about your family and too much about Jack to take risks. We had finished our chopping and put the salad in the refrigerator. I asked coach if he was ready to skinny-dip. "Hell yeah, I'm ready, Rob. Let's go get `em!" I suggested we leave our clothes inside and surprise the boys with twin cannonballs. Coach was all for that. I had really anticipated seeing coach get naked. While I had seen him earlier when we had sex at the pool, I didn't really get the chance to just look at his body. He first peeled off his tee shirt, revealing thick, bushy pit hair and a very furry chest. Then he took off his shorts and I saw he was wearing a white jockstrap. I'd had a thing for jockstraps since Coach Jordan so I started getting hard. Coach noticed. "You like jockstraps, Rob." "Yes, sir, I answered feeling like eighth-grade Rob as I looked at this furry man in only his jockstrap. I was nude by this time and made no attempt to hide my erection from the coach. As a matter of fact, I wanted him to look at me, just as coach Jordan had stripped me and looked at me. I took his hand and we slipped into the small bathroom off the foyer. I went to my knees in front of him and pulled his jock down to his ankles. I took his nice, uncut cock in my mouth, sucking it hungrily. In a quiet, low, masculine voice he said, "Suck that coach cock, boy. Suck it good and get my daddycream. Lick those balls, son. Get back on that hard dick now, boy and make it shoot." He pumped his cock into my throat as he kept talking, saying all those nasty things I had heard from another coach years before. I was beating my meat as I knelt before this coach. I was sucking him, trying to get his cream. I wanted that cream more than anything in the world at that second. I came and started moaning, making muffled sounds around his thrusting cock. As I finished shooting my cum into my hand, he started cumming hard. He pounded my mouth as he held my head in both his hands. We didn't speak as we came down from our climax highs. I stood up, not quite knowing what to do or say. He put his arms around me and kissed me taking back the seed he had just shared with me. Then, even as we continued swapping his cum, I felt his fingers wiping my own from my chest and my tummy. He scooped it onto his fingers and fed it to both of us. We both licked every drop off his fingers. Then he smiled at me. I felt thirteen again. Once our dicks were back to normal, he slapped my buttocks, asking if I was ready to join our boys. "Fuck yeah," I responded. He walked beside me to the patio doors. I quickly slid them open and the two of us darted to the pool, cannonballing together into the deepest part of the pool. Water went into the air at least twenty feet and the boys exploded in cheers and laughter. As the waves we created began to calm down, all four boys swam over to us, hugging us both. We were a mass of man-boy flesh, holding each other and hugging tightly, as if we were holding on for our lives. We played in the pool for about thirty minutes, the Jack and coach started giving Landry and Ren a sort of mini-lesson. I invited Castor to join me in getting beverages for all of us. He walked into the kitchen with me. I retrieved more beers for coach and me and bottled water for the boys. I popped the top on my beer and handed Casper a bottle of water. We walked back out to the pool and I set coach's beer near where he was working with the boys. Casper sat the waters down beside it and he and I walked back over and reclined on the chaises. "How you doin' kiddo," I asked him. "I'm great, Mr. Rob," he replied. "You're not too worried about your mom, are you?" I asked. "I was until we all went to see her after school. Then I knew she was going to be all right. I really do appreciate you letting me stay here. I never had a brother and I always wanted at least one. No I feel like I have brothers. Thanks for that, Mr. Rob." "I think having brothers is fun too, Casper. I never had any. I had one sister but I always felt jealous of the guys who had brothers. I know what you mean. You are welcome to adopt my boys as your brothers, if you like. I know they're okay with it. Jack too if you want to." "Thanks, Mr. Rob." He said. "Casper, I want to tell you something else. I know your dad is living far away and can't be around a lot. Boys your age sometimes have questions they can't ask moms or teachers. Boys need an older guy sometimes to answer questions or help them find answers. I just want you to know that any time your dad isn't available, you can come to me. You can come to me with any questions or any concerns. You can come to me if you just want to talk about something. I promise you I'll never get mad at you or judge you or shame you. There's nothing you can tell me that will make me stop liking you or loving you. I just want to you to know that. Casper. I would like you to remember one thing. What we do here at our home, stays here. It isn't that we do anything that is bad or wrong ? there are people who will take things and twist them to look mean and nasty. So you understand, Casper?" "Yes, sir, I understand completely. My mom has taught me that what happens at home stays at home. I would never say a word that would cause a problem for you or your boys or your friends." We were quiet for a couple of minutes. Then in a very quiet voice I heard him ask, "Mr. Rob, can I lie down with you?" "Of course you can, son! I've got plenty of room for two. I raised my arm and he came right in, snuggling under it as I held him tightly. His right hand went straight to my chest, rubbing the thick daddy hair. As I held him in my right arm, I softly stroked his arm. It was then I noticed the beauty of this boy's nipples. He had just a bit of baby fat giving his breasts the appearance of a girl barely entering puberty. His nipples were very dark and puffy. I really would have loved to take one in my mouth and just suck on it, but I fought the urge. I held him and stroked this sweet boy. "Buddy, you've got a friend in me." I said quietly. "Thank you, Mr. Rob." About thirty minutes later, I suggested it was time for dinner and asked everyone to shower off in the outdoor showers. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed in to check the casseroles which were ready to serve. I put them on the table to cool a little. Landry was the first in and he had found his clothes and was dressed again. Ren and Jack and Casper came in and got their clothes on, followed by Coach. Just as he walked in, I heard Jack laughing so hard I was afraid he might bust a gut. I looked over where he was standing by Landry, and I burst into laughter. By this time all eyes were on Landry sitting at the table with coach's jockstrap on his head. He had the pouch on his forehead with a strap down over each ear. It was one of the funniest things I ever saw. When the laughter began to calm down, I said, "Landry, that belongs to Coach. You need t give it back to him." "What is it?" the inquisitive boy wanted to know. I calmly explained, "It's a jockstrap son." "What's it for?" he asked. He obviously wasn't prepared to drop the subject so I beckoned him over to me. He came, handing me the jockstrap and climbed into my lap. At this point, Coach had put his shorts back on, going commando. It's to protect your testicles when you're playing sports or doing other things that where your testicles might get injured. "What's testicles, dad?" Landry asked. The boys were stifling their laughter and trying to hide their amusement. "Would you like to take that one, coach?" I asked. "Oh no," he said. "You're the expert on raising boys so escort kocaeli (https://stpribor.com/) I'll let you continue." I shot him a look as I continued "You know those little peanuts in that bag under your penis?" I asked him "Uh-huh" he answered, emitting a giggle. Then he proudly stood up and dropped his pants and holding his little nutbag, showing everyone gathered. "Those are testicles." I explained. "As you grow, they will get larger and they become very sensitive. If someone hits them or if you lift something too heavy, they can get hurt and that is very painful. I thought that might be the end of the discussion but it was not to be. "How does he wear it, dad? It looked more like a hat." Landry asked. "Since I am the expert, I'm going to ask for an assistant for this demonstration. I looked directly at coach and motioned for him to come to me. At that point, coach's face was fire-red, but he stood up and walked over to me. I'm not sure if he knew what I was planning or, if he suspected the plan, whether I had the balls to do it. I handed Landry to Jack and had coach turn to face the group. I then took the elastic waistband of his shorts in my hands and proceeded to pull his shorts down to his ankles, exposing his masculine private parts, his heavy, uncut penis, his wild dark bush and his big, hanging balls, covered in that wild dark hair. I knelt down and held the shorts as he stepped out of them, first one leg, then the other. I knew this was a man who had been naked around other men in locker rooms hundreds, if not thousands of times. But had his naked body had never been the single focus of a group of boys and men, watching him and him alone? I thought perhaps not, judging from his crimson face. I put my hand under his hairy ballsack, lifting his heavy nuts in my hand. "You see, Landry how Coach's testicles have gotten big and heavy. Yours will do the same as you grow. They are also very sensitive. I gave his bag a little squeeze. He winced and jumped a bit. All the boys laughed at that. "So, a man wears this jockstrap to protect those parts from getting hurt. Coach, would you demonstrate for Landry how a man puts on a jockstrap, please?" I asked in my best teacher voice. The guys could tell coach was embarrassed. There was clearly a weird sexual tension in the room as the Coach stepped one leg and then the other into the jockstrap, pulling it up, tucking his treasures into the pouch and pulling the straps down over his hairy buttocks." Now that his privates were covered and tucked away, coach's color slowly began to return to normal. While his color was returning to normal, it looked as though the pouch of his jockstrap was slowly expanding. "Thank you, coach, for your demonstration. Boys, let's give my assistant a round of applause." The boys cheered and whooped. The coach smiled. I smiled. Jack smiled. "Let's all wash our hands and dinner is served." I opened a chilled bottle of Pinot for coach and me and the boys had sodas. The chicken poppyseed casseroles were delicious, and every bite of the salad was cleaned up. I thought the boys enjoyed this meal, based on the clean plates and made a mental note to check on the recipe. I had decided to learn some basic cooking skills. Having noticed coach's professional-looking use of the knife while cutting tomatoes, I asked him where one might go to get some basic cooking skills. "It's not rocket science, Rob. It's really a lot of fun. I do much of the cooking for my family. Actually I worked my way through college working as a sous chef in an Italian restaurant. I can do some pretty damn fine pasta dishes, if I do say so myself. Between that job and my wrestling scholarship my folks didn't have to lay out a dime for my college education. Let me know when you have a little free time and I'll be glad to get you started. I have some excellent recipes that are actually pretty easy. " I noticed how Casper's ears had perked up at the mention of chef work and wrestling. I remembered that Sam had told me his dad was a restaurateur. "Casper, didn't your mom tell me your dad was in the restaurant business?" I asked. "Yes sir," he said. "My father owns twelve restaurants in Colorado, New York and California. He's been in the business most of his life. He travels most of the time though so I didn't see him very much." And I wrestled on t he middle school team, last year, coach. Our wrestling season doesn't start until after Thanksgiving though. You think you might show me a few things sometime, if you had the time?" "You bet I would, kid!" Coach said enthusiastically. Casper was beaming and I thought I saw the seeds of a mancrush get planted. "I think some boys need to get upstairs, get showered, and get to bed pretty soon," I said. "Yes, sir," all three said taking off for the upstairs. "Coach, I said, I hope I didn't embarrass you too badly," I said. I was just in the mood for a little fun and I hope you will forgive me. "Hell, boy, I didn't know I'd be so embarrassed being stripped right there in front of people with people actually watching me. It was actually embarrassing but kinda fun too. It's a good thing we took that little break before swimming or I'd have been hard as a rock," he said. "What were you guys..." Jack began to ask as he realized what he meant. "You mean while you were in here and we were in the pool you guys..." "Yep," coach replied. "That's what I mean." Jack giggled a little and said, "I would have loved to see that. It makes me hot to think about it." "I'm sure a repeat performance can be arranged if that would make you happy son," he said. "That is, if Robbie is willing." "Count me in!" I said. You guys are welcome to hit the hot tub while I settle the Indians if you'd like," I said. That is if you're not in too big a hurry to get back to the guest house. I assume you're bunking with Jack tonight after the beers and the wine." "Yep," he responded, " if the little soldier will have me." The boys had rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, so all I had to do was wipe down the table and the kitchen was totally cleaned up. I poured the last glass of the wine and grabbed a bottle of water. I took them out to Jack and coach in the hot tub. They were sitting quietly with coach's arm around our beautiful boy. I handed him the wine and Jack the water. Both thanked me and resumed their position. I wondered if they might prefer a night with just the two of them. I told them I might head on to bed after tucking the boys in. Jack spoke up, saying, "I understand if you're too tired but we'd really like you to join us. Wouldn't we, coach?" "We would both like that, Rob." He said. "Be back in a few," I said, as I sprinted up the stairs. Landry was already out of the shower and in his bed when I went into his room. I think he had already been lightly dozing so I brushed his hair off his forehead and kissed his face. "Good night, sweet boy. I love you." "Good night daddy." He was asleep before I turned off the light, leaving his night light on. As I entered Ren's bedroom the door was open. I saw the door to his bathroom was ajar and I could hear the shower running. I heard the shower turn off and I saw the boys coming out of the shower as they dried off. It was obvious Ren's cock was tumescent, so I felt I had barely missed a boy beat-off session. "Hey, kid," I said. "You guys finishing up your showers?' Ren's face went a little red and he tried to cover his crotch with the towel. Casper was right behind him, a towel wrapped around his waist. He look a little startled but I said very quickly, "You guys are fine. I've told Ren there's nothing wrong with having a wank and there's nothing wrong with friends wanking together." Casper looked amazed. "No, Casper, dad's cool with us beating off. He says it's something all guys do and it's natural." "I thought we might be in trouble," Casper said quietly. "No, son, you won't get in trouble for giving yourself pleasure in this house. That's a promise," I told him. He came in for a hug and Ren joined us. "Now you guys finish drying off, get those teeth brushed , get those pajamas on ? or not ? and get to bed. "We don't have to wear pajamas?" Casper asked. "Not if you don't want to, kiddo. I think Ren sleeps naked sometimes, don't you son?" I asked him. With a slightly red face, Ren said he had only started to do that recently. "Then it's agreed,"" I said, "no pj's in these barracks tonight. I gave each boy a gentle swat to the buttocks as they got into bed. "Casper, you know we have a guest room you can use if you'd like, don't you?" I asked. "Yes, sir," he said, "but I really like sharing a room with Ren. It's kind of like having a brother. I pulled the cover over the naked boys and encouraged them to get to sleep instead of staying awake and talking. Both promised to do so. I leaned in and kissed both boys. With that, I turned out the light and closed the door. I headed downstairs, anxious to slide into the hot tub. I grabbed a couple more beers and went out to find Coach and Jack just relaxing in the tub. Coach had his arm around Jack and they were enjoying the quiet. I handed Coach a beer and he thanked me. "Jack, do you need a water," I asked. "No, sir, I'm good for now," he said. "I need to ask you a favor, Jack. Is there any way you might pick up Casper and Ren after school tomorrow for me? Landry's teacher has something about baby boy she wants to discuss and I told her I could meet with her right after school. I don't want to take a chance on running late to meet the other boys." "Absolutely no problem," he said with one of his beautiful smiles. "I really appreciate it. He leaned in and kissed my lips lightly. We were quiet for a moment before Coach said, "Get those clothes off and get in here with us, Why don't you help Rob with those clothes, son." It was more a gentle command than a question. Jack moved immediately to jump out of the tub and come to me. I stood motionless as this beautiful boy, naked in the moonlight raised my arms over my head. I held them there as he pulled my shirt up and over my raised arms, he licked my belly, moving his tongue up over my hairy chest and stopping to lick my right pit, wetting the entire area and gluing the hair to my skin. Coach watched carefully and told him to do the other one. Jack obeyed, moving his mouth into my left pit and licking the area until it was wet and all the hair was slicked down against my skin. The feeling of that boy's tongue bathing my pits was a new experience. I don't know if it was the act itself or knowing that the eyes of Coach were on both of us watching, but it was hot as ten thousand hells! Jack folded the shirt and kocaeli anal yapan escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/kocaeli-anal-yapan-escort-bayan) laid it on a chair. The boy stood, waiting for further orders. I was getting hard being stripped by this handsome, naked boy and being watched by this hairy, masculine coach. "Now his shorts, son," Coach said very quietly. "Yes sir," Jack responded. Jack knelt in front of me, hooking both thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and slowly slid them down my legs. When the shorts went past my hard dick, my cock popped out, gently hitting Jack's cheek. I could tell he wanted to put my hardon in his mouth but he waited for further orders. He lifted each of my feet, taking the shorts off. Now we were both naked. Coach sat silently for a long minute, his eyes watching both of us. "Good job, son," he said. Now why don't you boys give each other a hug and get in this tub with me. We embraced and Jack kissed me. It was a hot moment, as hot as fire, knowing Coach was observing every move we made. Jack's cock was hard. My cock was hard and leaking. I wondered if Coach's cock was hard under the water. How could it not be? We sat in the tub, Jack between us. We were close together. As I sat in the water, I could feel hands stroking my legs, my nuts, my hard cock. I didn't know who the hands belonged to and I didn't care. After a while the stroking slowed from a frenzied pace to a gentle, slow movement. None of us wanted this to end. I knew that Coach wanted to learn about the "butt stuff" I had been doing with Jack. As we sat quietly, I asked Coach if he was ready for a lesson. He very quietly replied, "Yes, sir." In that moment ? with those words - the teacher became the student. He had given me permission to teach him. I got up and handed them both towels to dry off. We were silent as we dried. Once were dry, I told them to follow me. "Yes, sir," they both said as I led them quietly up the stairs and into my bedroom. I had Jack get his syringe out of the bedside table drawer and told him to prepare it for coach while I went to check on the boys. Coach sat naked on my bed, looking a little nervous. I could tell he was not accustomed to ceding control to someone else. But he was willing to do this for himself and the boy he loved. I looked in on Landry and he was sleeping soundly. I opened Ren's door and it made me smile to see those boys sleeping . They were covered by a sheet, but it had slipped down exposing those beautiful nipples of Casper's. He was snuggled under Ren's arm and, judging from the outline of the sheet, it looked as if Casper's hand was resting in Ren's bushy crotch. I quietly closed the door and went back to my bedroom. Jack had filled the bulb syringe with warm, soapy water. The two of us led Coach into my shower . We soaped his body thoroughly. Jack shampooed him, gently massaging his temples as he created a frothy lather. While Jack did that, I lathered his whole body, which was easy, given his hairiness. Both guys had obviously brushed their teeth while I was out as both of them had wonderful, minty breath. After drying our bodies, we walked Coach back to my bed, each of us taking one of his arms. We guided him to the middle of the bed, lying on his back. His hard cock was standing straight up as if begging for some attention. He tried to stroke it with his right hand, but I gently pulled his hand away and pinned it to the bed. Jack took the cue and did the same with his left. Coach realized we would be taking control. Jack leaned in and kissed the man, sharing his tongue, as I began to lick his neck, dragging my tongue up his neck and gently biting his ears, sticking my wet tongue into his ear. Jack was doing the same on his other side. Jack continue to kiss and tease with his tongue as I moved down a bit and started working on his nipples. I kissed, licked, sucked, and gently bit both nipples. As I worked on his nipples, I gently rubbed his abdomen, making circular strokes on his hairy tummy and letting my hand graze his treasure trail and his thick pubic bush. I stopped at the very bottom of his pubic bush, having absolutely no contact with his now fully hard cock. When my hand would get close, he would shift his body trying to get contact with something ? anything ? on his penis. At this point he was moaning, trying to get something to create friction on his hard cock. I went up and kissed him deeply, sharing my tongue. Coach sucked my tongue into his mouth like a starving man. Jack had moved down his body, carefully avoiding any contact with his hard dick and was stroking both his hairy thighs. I looked down at Jack, licking and sucking on coach's knees and rubbing the man down to his hairy ankles. The he surprised Coach by sucking one of his big, hairy balls into his mouth. He tried to get both in but couldn't quite manage both of them in his beautiful mouth. I put my face next to his and we each took one of the orgb into our mouths, gently sucking on it. Coach kept trying to touch his own cock, but we wouldn't allow that, as we kept pinning his arms and wrists flat on the bed. Both of us went back and gave him some more nipple work. I nodded to Jack. The boy and I gently turned the man onto his tummy, exposing his meaty, hairy ass. It was a beautiful sight. It was even more sexy knowing nothing had ever penetrated his manhole. I could hardly wait. We extended his hands over his heads, his head turned to the side as Jack kissed him. I began at his toes with a bit of warm oil, massaging gently his feet and toes, then moving up to his ankles. Slowly I moved up to stroke his thighs . He kept trying to spread his thighs, perhaps hoping one of us might put a hand between his furry thighs and stroke his penis. I realized it was a good thing the man had shot earlier or I think he would have blown his load at this point. I skipped the buttocks and went for his back, massaging and stroking as Jack gently massaged his neck. I applied warm oil to my hands and began to massage his buttocks. Coach was purring at this point. Jack heard the sound, looked at me, smiled and gave me a wink. He knew Coach was feeling incredible pleasure and that made him happy. I massaged each buttock and then massaged both at once, gently pulling his crack apart. The warmth from his hole was amazing. I pulled his buttocks apart as far as I could, exposing his tiny, pink hole. I attacked his hole with my tongue, licking, stabbing, flicking. I got his hole soaked with my spit. He was moaning and thrashing. I pulled off as he whimpered I liked my middle finger and had Jack hold his buttocks apart as I put the tip of my finger right on his wet hole. I then inserted my finger, slowly but firmly into his virgin hole. His moans were guttural at this point, He began pushing back against my finger so I knew he wanted more. I pulled out and gave him my index finger and my middle finger. I felt his prostate as my fingers glided past. He felt it too and was whimpering. I nodded to Jack who reached under him and began to fondle his balls. I removed my fingers briefly and reinserted only my index finger. I went directly for his p-spot and began to stroke that little nut that can give a man so much pleasure. When it would begin to harden, I backed my finger off and made him wait. I went back to it and felt the nut begin to harden. Jack and I flipped him over to his back, never removing my finger from his hole. I started fingerfucking him right on his spot furiously. As I pounded his gland, I nodded to Jack who clamped his lips onto Coach's cock and started sucking. That was all it took. He came hard. His gland hardened like a rock and he filled Jack's mouth with his hot cream. We lay there silently for a few moments. Then I leaned in to kiss Jack, who shared Coach's hot cream with me. He moved his mouth up , holding his face above coach's and told him to open his mouth. Coach complied. Jack slowly let what was left of his cumload drop into his own mouth. Coach licked his lips, greedily, not wanting to miss a drop. We lay there for a few minutes, hot and sweaty, Coach, completely satisfied, lying between us. I pulled my finger out of Coach's hole. The way he moaned, I think he would've been happy if I'd left it there for a few days. "Feels so empty now," he whispered. Jack and I nodded, understanding exactly what he was feeling. I was still hard and so was Jack. Coach said, in his low, quiet, masculine voice," do you think I could watch you guys?" He didn't have to ask twice. I reached over and kissed Jack. Coach moved to the edge of the bed as I moved my head down to start sucking Jack. The boy moved around so that his head was at my dick and we started sucking each other. I stroked his smooth ball sack and gently touched his wet hole and teased it with my wet finger as I sucked him. He began to cum just as I did. Just as I began to shoot, I felt coach's thick finger touching my own hole. The next thing I knew, I woke up alone in my big bed, sunlight streaming in the windows and my alarm going off. I thought Jack and Coach must have gone back to the guest house so I jumped up and hit the shower. I smiled as I remembered the events of the previous night. I think we may have opened a new avenue of pleasure (pun intended) for coach. He had really seemed to like the ass play. I had really enjoyed having sex with both of them. They couldn't possibly be more different, a young ginger boy, his body shaved smooth with no hair to be found and the mature hairy guy with the biggest balls I had ever seen. I could see why he always wore a jock. It would be dangerous for him not to. I went to wake my boys, all of whom were still asleep. I greeted all three with kisses on their cheeks. Ren and Casper were sleeping on their backs, covered only a light sheet. I decided to tease them so I pulled the sheet off them throwing it in the air. Both boys woke immediately, Ren reaching to stroke his piss hard. I guided him to the bathroom as I gave Casper a hand in getting out of the bed. His little uncut noodle was soft, with it very sparse, straight, black hairs giving little cover. I again couldn't help admiring the boy's nipples, dark and puffy. I thought I would really love to taste those for breakfast. I could hear the boys peeing as I headed downstairs to start breakfast. I was surprise to find Coach and Jack busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for all of us. I hugged both of them. Coach gave me a gentle slap on the butt. "How are you feeling this morning?" I asked."Never better," Coach replied with a smile. "Not sore?" I asked. "Not a bit, he chuckled. Ready for round two. " I asked if they izmit yabancı escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/izmit-yabanci-escort) had gone back to the guest house to sleep and they told me they had not. Coach said he had slept as soundly as he had ever slept in his life. He said he's always been an early rise, having gotten up very early to train before going to class. Something smelled terrific so I asked what it was. Coach answered. "My special Hollandaise sauce for the eggs Benedict." "You guys made eggs Benedict for my boys and me?", I asked, not believing this shit! "Not just plain eggs Benedict," Jack added. "It's coach's special eggs Benedict with avocado and fruit salsa.!" "Fuck, guys, I can't believe this!" I said. I know I didn't have any of those fancy ingredients the house," I told them. "No, you didn't, " Coach said with a smile. "I should probably talk to you about keeping a properly stocked larder. Given that you have other talents that are truly amazing, I may go easy on you. I had brought Canadian bacon and avocados to teach young Jack to make eggs Benedict. I brought plenty so, after we showered, I ran back to the guest house and got the supplies and we've been cooking," he explained. "Young `uns on the stairs," Jack warned. At that moment three boys came into the room, all wanting to know what smelled so good. "Coach and Jack have fixed a really special breakfast for us," I explained. We all sat down and ate one of the most delicious breakfasts I ever had in my life. Casper said the eggs were the best he'd ever had. Ren agreed. Not one to be outdone, Landry added t he final compliment, adding, "Gosh, those were even better than egg McMuffins! At that, Coach picked my boy up in his strong arms, turned him upside down and gave him a couple of playful swats to the bottom. My boy giggled like a hyena. After rinsing plates and loading the dishwasher, and exchanging hugs with our chefs, I headed off to school with my three boys. I told Ren and Casper that Jack would be picking them up after school as I had a meeting scheduled with Landry's teacher. "Ren looked worried. "Is my brother in trouble, dad?" he asked. I said I didn't know what it was about but I hoped not. I decided to tease Landry a bit so I asked him, "You haven't been showing Miss Anderson your willy, have you, "son?" "No, dad, I've been on my very best behavior. Miss Anderson hasn't seen my willy a single time." He said in all seriousness. "Very good, baby boy, "I said. Let's keep it that way. The boys and I were chuckling but Landry hadn't a clue. I dropped them off. Maria brought Flynn so I didn't get to see Stewart. I made a mental note to call and see how things at the church were going. I then stopped off to see Sam. She was still very sore, but all indications were that she was on the mend. She had makeup on today and, even with all the bruises and bandages, I could see that she was really quite a beauty. "I've been trying to tell these sons of bitches to let me the fuck out of here," she said, laughing, "but the bastards pay me no attention." We visited for a short time and I assured her that her boy was fine. "I think I almost walked in on the boys jerking off last night," I told her. "I had gone into the bedroom to make sure they were getting ready for bed and I think my timing was bad. " "Jesus Christ," she said. "I didn't even realize that boy of mine had started puberty." She seemed really surprised at that. She said she had never had brothers and hadn't been raised around boys. She explained that she was going to be navigating uncharted waters with this. "How about I just turn him over to you till he's done with all that bullshit?" she asked with a laugh. I told her I wasn't currently in the market for more boys but that if I was, I'd snap her kid up in a heartbeat. We shared a chuckle. I told her I'd be glad to help her son out any way I could. She took my hand and said quietly, "I can't imagine anyone better to help the kid out. You'll never know how much I appreciate the attention you're giving him but I'll find a way to show my gratitude." "Sam," I told her, "you will never owe me a thing. You should know that my method for raising boys is strictly taking it one day at a time. I may fuck my own sons up, but I can only do what I think is right for them a t any given moment. I just want you to know that in case I fuck yours up along with my own." She slapped my hand and we shared a good laugh as a nicely dressed young couple and an older man walked into the room. She introduced the couple as her clients and the man as her broker. "They're here to close on a house I sold them." "You gotta be kidding," I said. "You couldn't wait till you got out of this place?" I asked. "No siree, yhou gotta strike while the iron is hot. They're ready to move into their beautiful new home and I'll be damned if I'll be responsible for delaying them even for a single day." I left, realizing just what a smart, driven, eccentric business woman my new friend was. I had a couple of errands to run, so I took my time. It still felt strange being without my boys. I realized how accustomed I had become to having them with me all the time and how lonely I felt when they were away. I went to Barnes and Noble to find some books and puzzles for Landry's birthday I also picked up a couple of Hardy Boys mysteries for Ren. I had enjoyed those at his age and he said he had not read any of them. I had a leisurely cup of coffee as I looked through my purchases and tried to think of anything else that might be needed for Saturday's party. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up several things and then headed for home. When I got home, the cleaning service was still there cleaning, so after putting away my groceries, I grabbed a book and headed out the pool. I was happily surprised to find Jack swimming laps. He jumped out of the pool when he saw me and came over to give me a hug. After taking a glance around to make sure no one was observing, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you for that, soldier boy," I told him. He smiled and said, "You know I like it when you call me that, don't you?" "I picked up on that, I said, giving him a smile. "You really don't have any idea just what a sexy boy you are, do you?" He blushed deeply at that. We both jumped in the pool and started swimming laps for a while. I got out of the pool first and lay down on a chaise. Before long he joined me. We lay there quietly, enjoying the baking heat of an early fall day. "Jack, I've been hoping we might have a chance to talk," I said. A worried look crossed his face. "Have I done something wrong?" he asked. I reached over and took his hand in mind. "Sweet, sweet boy, I can't imagine that you've ever done anything wrong in your life." We shared a chuckle. "I met with the attorney handling your trust and managing you financial affairs yesterday, I told him. Things look great on all the investments. Just so you know, I have your money in the same places I have Ren's and Landry's. Right now the market is strong and things look good. Your parents' house is on the market and there have been a few nibbles, but it looks as if it could take a while. That is not a problem, as it is not money you have any need for. It does cost money to keep the power on and the grounds neat, but I'm not worried about that, at least at this point. If we haven't had action on it in a couple of months, we may want to reevaluate." He nodded, saying that sounded good to him. I asked him if he was absolutely certain he wanted to sell the house and he was adamant, saying he had never been happy in that house and he would have no problem with ever walking through the doors again. I had told him about the apartment in Slovenia and told him the adviser had recommended selling that. I asked if he had any interest in keeping the property. He said he hadn't even known that his parents owned that and he had no interest at all in keeping it. I advised him I would call the adviser to proceed with getting an appraisal listing that property for sale. He was good with that. I then brought up the condo in the Florida panhandle. Jack said he hadn't been there in a number of years, but his memory was that it was quite nice. He said he had been there with his mother several times but he didn't recall his dad ever being there with them. He said he had very few memories of being there, but he did recall being on the beach and meeting a couple of nice guys who were playing in the waves. He said the memory was dim but he associated good feelings with that memory. I realized this precious kid had very few good memories of family life. I told him the property was actually making money as a rental, but that if he chose to, he could block time there and go with his friends. He was quiet for a minute. He again took my hand. "I think I'd like to go there, but only if you and your boys would be with me. Do you think it's something they would like?" I realized I had never taken my own sons to the beach. I was sure they had been taken there by their mother, as she always loved the beach. I recalled having come across some pictures of the boys at the beach with their mother. Ifelt sad for a moment, then I looked over at the sweet boy beside me and took his hand. "Jack, how would you feel about spending the Thanksgiving break at the beach?" I asked. "Would you and Ren and Landry go with me?" he asked. "Of course we would, my lovely boy!" I said. "I think he boys would love it and I know I will as long as I'm with the three boys I love more than anything in the world. He got up and joined my on my chaise. I put my arm around him and pulled him in close. I held him. I really didn't care at that moment if the cleaning ladies or God or Satan or all the archangels saw us embracing. I knew I loved this boy. "Should we tell the boys about the beach trip?" Jack asked me. "How about we surprise them?" I said. He thought that was a great idea. We would tell them we had something planned but no details until we actually got in the car to go. He loved that idea so I grabbed my cell phone and called the adviser, instructing him to block the time for us. He said it would not be a problem. While I had him on the line, I advised him that we would like to proceed with an appraisal on the Slovenian property and to find a list of appropriate realtors to list it once we had the appraisal "Rob, you do so much for me and I hope you know how much I appreciate it. "Kid, I hope you know how much I love you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." "We were silent for a couple of minutes, then he said in a very quiet voice, "How long before we have to leave to pick up the boys?" I checked my watch and told him we had about an hour and a half. "Rob," he asked shyly, " can your little soldier have some daddy time?" I looked over and saw him rubbing the tent in his Speedo. I took his hand and we walked down the path to the guest house for a little afternoon delight.