What Will They Think?

"Is everything okay?" Donna asked me as I came back into the living room after checking on the boys. "You were up there for a long time."

Smiling, I replied, "Yeah, I overheard some of what they were talking about and it reminded me of when I was their age."

"Now my interest is piqued, tell me about it."

"Randy was Patrick's age… 14. I was 12, nearly 13, same age as Jake…"

I'd just finished telling her the early part of the story when I turned my head and saw two underwear-clad boys sitting on the steps listening. I called them over and had them sit with us, but before I could continue, Patrick asked, "Dad? You mean that if me or Jake told you we were gay and had a boyfriend, it would be okay?"

I could see the anxiety in his eyes, and with a glance at Donna, gave him the only answer I could. "Son, you heard the reply my dad gave Randy, right? Well, that's really the only answer that I can give. Your mother and I will love you both no matter what."

The look that crossed his face before he broke out into the brightest smile warmed my heart. He jumped up and wrapped me in the tightest hug I've received from him in many months. "I love you Dad."

Jake was smiling as well, but being the more practical of my two sons, asked, "Well, what happened next? I mean to Uncle Randy?"

"Well..."

The love between Ollie and Randy grew and flourished. Surprisingly, when school started, there wasn't much of a big deal made of the fact that they were boyfriends. The church closed after having to pay out the settlement and most of the congregation just moved away.

When Christmas break came around, Randy arranged for our two families to go to Disneyland together. Randy was getting close to his 15^th birthday by then and I was just about 13. Our nightly rituals kept going as they had been and it wasn't an issue when Randy said he wanted to have the three of us share a hotel room on the trip. I trusted my brother, there was no question in my mind.

Disneyland was a whole bunch of fun, but it was when we got back and started back to school that things kind of took a turn for me, personally. On the first day of the new semester at school, there were two new students. They were twins, a boy and a girl. The boy's name was Zachary and the girl was Donna.

We became best friends almost overnight. The weird part for me was, I was attracted to both of them. It was then that I truly understood what Randy had gone through. I wanted to be attracted only to Donna, but I couldn't deny that I was attracted to Zachary.

I guess I stopped talking for a few minutes because Donna caught my attention by telling the boys that it was getting late and sent them back to bed. When we followed, she gave me a tender hug and said, "Babe, I think it's time you had that talk with our boys, and I do believe it would be best for all concerned if I wasn't involved in it. I know it will be difficult for you, but tell them everything."

I couldn't believe what she was saying. The relationship we shared, Donna, Zachary and me was… complicated. As I lay there trying to get to sleep, I couldn't stop the memories from coming. If not for some events, I may have ended up in a very different place; a place in which Patrick and Jake wouldn't even exist.

Randy was going to stay overnight with Ollie and I was going to have Zachary stay with me for a sleepover. It was a few months after we'd met and I couldn't deny that I had a physical attraction to both of the twins. Donna was growing into a very pretty girl, but… Zachary was simply beautiful to me.

My feelings for him intensified very soon after we met. Gym class, it was during the annual fitness testing and we'd had to run a mile. It was a hot day and by the end of the class we were all very sweaty. Showering wasn't mandatory, but many of the boys decided to shower on that day, myself included.

As I approached the showers, I heard a commotion. Several of the boys were taunting one of the others and when I turned the corner I saw him. Zachary, naked, wet, on the floor… and bloody.

I rushed over and literally fought a couple of the other boys to get them to stop. When the others left, I dropped to my knees to tend to Zachary, checking to see if he was injured. I must have touched him all over. As I moved, completely unintentionally, a specific part of me happened to end up directly in front of his face.

He looked at me and through his tears asked, "You too?"

It was then that I realized, I was hard as a rock. The realization alone caused an abatement to my predicament, at least physically. I helped Zach clean himself up and we got dressed. I tried to get him to report it to the coach, but he didn't want to. He was afraid it would end up causing more problems. I can't say I disagreed, but in light of my previous experiences with Mikey's family and Randy, I tried to get him to do it.

After school that day, Donna had to go to a dentist appointment and Zach got permission and walked home with me. We had a long talk and he told me he was attracted to boys. I told him about Randy, Ollie, Mikey… the whole story.

He stayed to help me with my afternoon chores and that is when it got really complicated. We were in the barn when Zach stopped talking. I looked up at him and I don't even know why, but I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

It was amazing, honestly. The most amazing part was, he was kissing me back. After a few minutes, we broke apart. He looked me deeply in the eyes, then…

"I gotta go." He ran off and I could tell he was crying.

That night, during our nightly ritual, all I could think about was that kiss. Randy noticed I was seemingly more 'into' what was happening and he asked me about it. Randy and me, we had no secrets so I told him everything.

I told him about Donna and how she made me feel. I told him about seeing Zach getting beaten up. I told him about boning up while I was checking him for injuries, and I told him about the kiss and Zach's reaction to it.

It wasn't until then that I realized that Randy was holding me while I cried on his shoulder that things between Donna, Zach and me were going to be very complicated.

The next day, Zach wasn't in school so I found Donna and asked her about it. We had lunch together and talked. She told me about what happened when Zach got home, how their father had seen Zach's face and insisted they see a doctor. They hadn't gotten home yet when it was time for school, so Donna went on her own.

"He told us how you stepped in to break things up. I really want to thank you for that, Zeke." Then, moments later, her lips were on mine, my tongue in her mouth, and my pubescent body reacted as one might expect.

The kiss was just as amazing with Donna as it had been with Zach. Little Zeke reacted in exactly the same way. Looking back, it could have just been my almost 14-year-old hormones, but I knew it was more than just that.

I was a wreck mentally for the rest of the day. In two days, I'd had my first kisses, one with a girl and one with a boy. Randy tried over the next several weeks to help me come to make some sense of it, but in the end, all his help did was to make me even more confused.

When I invited Zach to spend the night, I was honestly surprised when he accepted. Since the day of the kiss, he'd kept a bit of distance between us. Not physical distance, but he seemed to be acting differently toward me.

Friday came around and after school, Zach came home with me. He helped me with my chores and we went to get cleaned up before dinner. As I said, Randy was staying at Ollie's that night so Zach and me went up to my room. We were both dirty from the chores so I suggested we each take a shower.

I offered for him to go first, but he told me to go. I was in the shower, my eyes closed as I shampooed my hair when I felt him enter the shower. I was going to say something, but the next thing I knew our bodies were pressed together and our lips were locked.

Instinctively, I reached down and took hold of him; it felt like the most natural thing to be doing. He did the same to me, and for the first time in my life, I jacked another boy off and was jacked off by another boy.

Right after the inevitable conclusion, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "I think I love you, Zeke." Those six words hit me like an express train.

I was happy. I was scared. Mostly, I was confused.

We dried off, got dressed and went down to dinner with my folks. After watching TV for a while with them, we went up to bed.

In the morning, I woke the boys up and told them to get ready for a day out. I was going to take them fishing. In my experience, there's no better place to just talk than sitting in the middle of a lake in a boat. Little did they know that I had arranged for a bit of a surprise for them.

Jake was all for it, but Patrick tried to tell me he had plans with a friend for the day. I didn't say anything, but I think he knew that I wanted to talk so he relented. He went to make a phone call and ten minutes later we were in the truck, on our way to the lake.

When we arrived, according to plan, Ollie and Randy met us. The boys were over the moon seeing their Uncles again. On the phone the previous night, I had clued them in on what I'd overheard and what I wanted to talk to the boys about.

Randy looked at me with surprise. "You're going to tell them about Zach?"

"Why not? We never had any secrets from each other, and the boys are in pretty much the same boat that we were in. I think they could learn from how we handled things."

Randy and Ollie had gone off to college, both graduating. Randy had a degree in law and was a Lawyer. Ollie had opted for medical school. They lived and worked in Sacramento which was a couple hours north of where we lived so they drove down to spend the day with us.

After about ten minutes, I told the boys we needed to get moving so we all boarded the boat that Randy had rented. It was no rowboat, that's for sure. Captain Ollie maneuvered us away from the dock and as we were motoring around the lake, gave each of the boys a lesson on operating and driving a boat. They were ecstatic.

After an hour of this, we anchored in the middle of the lake and took seats in the lounge. It was show time, and to be honest, I was nervous about what to say and how to say it. Randy, as usual, saved my bacon.

"Did you ever hear the story of how our parents found out that I was gay?" he asked.

After Randy told them the story of Dad overhearing me asking him and him admitting it, Patrick looked at me, with his head down, and softly asked, "You heard us, didn't you?"

Once Randy had finished talking, I went to my son and with my index finger, lifted his chin. "I did, but it doesn't matter. Remember what I said? I will love both of you no matter what. If you're gay, it's how God made you; if you're straight, it's how God made you. Heck, if you have a thing for sheep, I'd be thankful we have no livestock on the farm, but it wouldn't affect either my love for you or your mother's."

My son stood up and hugged me. He walked me back to my chair and after I sat, my 14-year-old son sat in my lap and pulled my arms around him. He looked at all who were seated and said, "I'm gay, I'm sure of it, and I have a boyfriend. His name is Scott."

Jake's eyes got big and asked, "You mean Scott Hughes?"

Hearing that name, I knew we were in for some drama.

We told them the story of Mikey, his dad, and what happened afterward. The Hughes family moved away after the court hearings and I didn't know they'd moved back into town. I hadn't seen Mikey in close to 25 years.

"Scott's dad knows he's gay and he doesn't seem to have any problems with it. I think he knows that Scott and me are boyfriends too."

I shook my head and said a silent prayer, hoping that a leopard could truly change his spots. "I think it would be a good idea if we all met someplace and had a talk. When we get home, can you arrange it Patrick?"

"No sweat Dad. Can Uncle Randy and Uncle Ollie be there?"

The two looked at one another but relented. They couldn't deny a request from their nephew. Honestly, I was glad they'd be there or I might have said or done something I would have regretted.

We talked the rest of the day about what being gay really means, and what Patrick would have to contend with as he grew up. Jake was pretty quiet all day. As we were getting ready to pack things up and return to the dock I pulled him aside.

"You okay buddy?"

He spoke softly, "Yeah, Dad. I am afraid though. What happens if I figure out I'm gay and you and Mom don't get any grand kids? Wouldn't you be disappointed?"

I put my arm over my younger son's shoulder and asked, "I'm sure you've read some of the stories that are on the internet… you know what kind I'm talking about, right?"

He blushed but after a moment nodded his head. I told him to go to a site called storylover.us. On that site, there are stories by two authors in particular. Both deal with gay couples adopting. They were written by two writers who didn't know each other until they found each other's work. Then they became best friends. Look for two stories in particular. One is called Priorities the other is Another Chance. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't have a problem of you reading any of the stories on that site or any of the sites they link to; you or your brother."

After another hug from my youngest, the day came to an end. Ollie and Randy promised to be at the meeting, but asked that they set it up on a weekend, and at least a week later so they could arrange their schedules.

We parted ways after hugs all around. On the way home, Jake said to me, "Dad, I think I am too."

"Son, thank you for telling me. I'm honored that you trust me enough to share that. You're still only twelve…"

"Twelve and three-quarters, Dad."

Chuckling, I replied, "Ok, you're almost thirteen. You have time to figure out exactly who you're attracted to." During the next thirty minutes, I told them about Zachary.

After we went to bed the night of the sleepover we agreed we'd share my bed. We both started stripping off our clothes, I expected we'd stop when we were only wearing our briefs, but Zach had other ideas, I guess. He stripped them off and climbed into bed. After a momentary hesitation, I did the same.

That night we made out for what seemed like hours. I was so excited sexually, I knew I was going to cum even though neither of us had really done much other than cuddle and kiss. I started looking for the towel I kept to make sure I didn't make a mess when Zach asked what I was looking for.

When I told him he laughed, pulled the covers off of me and scooted down. He took my rigid pole into his mouth and I felt like I was in heaven. I couldn't help it… I came what felt like a gallon and he swallowed it all.

After, he kissed me and I tasted myself in his mouth. Without a word, I knew what I had to do. I scooted down and took him into my mouth. Tentatively at first, but soon I realized I was really enjoying this experience. A few minutes later he told me he was going to cum but I didn't care. He came in my mouth and it tasted like the sweetest pudding I'd ever eaten.

We cuddled, kissed and talked until we both fell asleep holding each other.

When we got home the boys found Donna and gave her a huge hug. After dinner that night, we all sat in the family room and had a long talk. Both boys told her about their feelings. When she heard about Scott, and realized who his father was, I could see the concern on her face.

Patrick asked if he could go over to Scott's house and ask about the meeting in person. Donna and I agreed, but said he had to be home in 2 hours.

About 45 minutes later, the phone rang. Patrick was on the phone and said that Mr. Hughes wanted to talk to me. A moment later he came on the line and timidly said, "Hi Zeke."

Reluctantly, I answered. "Hello Mikey."

It sounded like he was or had been crying when he replied, "Before I say anything else, I want you to know how sorry I am for how I acted. My father… the Pastor…"

"That's all behind us now, Mikey. What's important now is our sons."

"I couldn't agree more. I get the impression they do love each other. That was something I couldn't understand all those years ago, but… things happened in my life after we moved. I saw exactly what kind of man my father was. I came to realize that he lived his life based on his hate, not the love we were supposedly preaching. Patrick tells me you guys want to meet with me. I look forward to it, honestly."

"I hope you're sincere in this, Mikey. I truly do. What do you think of a week from Saturday? We can meet at the docks and we can take a boat out on the lake and have a nice private chat."

"I think that's a great idea. What about the boys?"

"What about them? As far as I am concerned, it's life as usual."

"Scott has asked if they can have a sleepover, I can understand you not wanting them staying here… at least until after we meet. If they want to have a sleepover for a couple of nights, I have no problem with Scott staying with you and Donna."

"That's fine, they're out of school so, since tomorrow is Friday, why don't they just stay from tonight until Sunday. If you'd like, you can bring them back tonight and we can have some coffee… just the two of us."

Mikey's voice changed… he sounded hopeful when he said, "I'd like that, Zeke. I really do. We'll see you in about an hour."

I hung up the phone and went to talk to Donna.

"He did sound like he was sorry about what happened back then. We're taught that forgiveness and reconciliation is the most important part of the gospel. Without forgiveness of our sins, we face eternal separation from God. I am willing to give him a chance; I'm willing to forgive him, but he'll need to show me he's truthful in his remorse."

"Honey, I knew I married a good man. This is just more proof of it. I don't know if I would have the same faith you do, but I'm glad you have enough for both of us."

"The boys will be here, with Mikey, in about an hour. Can we prepare a few snacks?"

Jake had been standing there listening, he had a smile on his face. "Can I invite someone over too, Dad?"

"Who is it?"

"His name is Matthew. Matthew Grant. He's a boy in my class and I really like him, and I think he likes me."

"I'd like to meet him. But, I won't allow you to invite him for a sleepover; not just yet."

"That's okay, Dad. I don't even know for a fact that he's gay too. I think he might be, but I don't know."

[Patrick's POV]

Scott and I were in the living room cuddled up on a couch watching TV when Mr. Hughes came back into the room.

"Scott, you asked if you could have a sleepover, right?"

Scott seemed excited when he asked, "Yeah, Dad. Can I?"

"I spoke with Patrick's father and we agreed that you could have a sleepover, but it will be at Patrick's house. Go pack a few things you'll need, make sure you have enough to last you until Sunday."

Scott was elated, "You mean, like… tonight until Sunday? Three nights?" Scott then turned to me and gave me a huge kiss… with tongue.

Mr. Hughes laughed, "Yes, three nights. I expect you'll behave, if not, I'll give Zeke permission to beat your ass! One other thing, guys. I know you're boyfriends, but I'm still getting used to all of it and would appreciate if you could respect my feelings and not kiss in front of me."

"Sorry, Mr. Hughes, we'll respect that, and my dad doesn't spank us, Mr. Hughes."

"I know that, Patrick, I said that for emphasis. Also, if you're going to be my son's boyfriend, you don't have to call me Mr. Hughes, just call me Mike."

"I don't know. Dad tells me I need to make sure I'm respectful of those older than me. I won't call you Dad, I already have the best, but maybe Papa. I'll ask Dad if it's okay."

"I'd be fine with that, Patrick. Now, go help Scott pack a few things."

"I will… Papa."

[Zeke's POV]

Jake was nervously awaiting his friend's arrival, constantly looking out the window to see his dad dropping him off.

Finally, he started shouting, "He's here!" He ran out the door to meet his friend. When the car came to a stop the back door opened and a boy jumped out. He had short reddish blonde hair and a smile wide enough to drive a semi-truck through.

Jake put his hand out to shake but the boy wrapped Jake in a hug instead.

By that time, Donna and I had joined them. Matthew's father opened the door and that is when I recognized him.

"By all that's holy! Darrell Grant? I haven't seen you since your family moved 15 years ago! When did you move back into town?"

"About a month before school let out, that's where our boys met, I believe."

"Well, come on in, we have a lot to catch up on!"

Jake took Matthew up to his room and Darrell, Donna and I went into the kitchen. After pouring coffee I asked, "Weren't you a Police Officer?"

"I was, and I am. I'm a detective with the Sheriff's department."

Donna asked, "Isn't that dangerous work?"

"It can be, but I work in financial and Cybercrime so I don't deal with the same types of criminals."

We chatted for a while when Darrell asked, "I'm glad it is your son that mine befriended. I wanted to tell you up-front that Matthew just told me he thinks he's gay."

This caused me to laugh. Darrell looked puzzled so I let him off the hook. "Join the club. Both of my sons told me the same thing today, even though I knew about one a couple of days ago."

"Well, based on your reaction, I don't have any reservations with him hanging out with Jake. Jake's a good kid and so is Matthew."

I looked over at Donna and she knew what I was thinking. She said, "Darrell, actually our older son, Patrick is inviting his boyfriend over for the weekend. Matthew is welcome to stay over as well."

"Man, this must be fate. I got a call as I was driving over that I need to be involved in a stakeout. I was going to have to scramble to find someone to stay with Matty. I'll gladly give you some money to help pay for his food. He eats like a 300 pound Marine!"

"Nonsense. I am sure there will be sleepovers at your place as well. If you feed our bottomless pit, we'll feed yours. We have plenty here."

"Well, why don't we let the boys know."

I winked at Darrell and Donna before I yelled up in a mock angry voice, "Jake! Matthew! Get your butts down here… PRONTO!"

When the boys came down they looked like… 'What'd we do wrong now? We've only been up there twenty minutes!"

"What's this I hear about you two being boyfriends?"

Jake's eyes opened wide and he turned to Matthew. "Boyfriend?"

Sheepishly, Matt said, "I was gonna tell you today but I hadn't gotten up the nerve yet. I'm gay, and I think you're really cute. I was hoping you were too and we could be boyfriends." With that, he started to cry.

Jake gave me the stink-eye, grabbed Matt and hugged him. He turned to me and said, "That was mean, Dad!"

In a soft voice I said, "I'm sorry, I truly am. I was trying to play a prank on you guys. I didn't know you hadn't discussed it. Come into the kitchen and I'll try to make it up to you both."

As I was walking away I heard Jake say, "Matty, I am gay too, and I would consider it an honor to call you my boyfriend."

A minute or so later, now with dry eyes, Matthew and Jake entered the kitchen and took seats next to each other.

"Darrell and I were almost best friends when he lived here. We went to school together and used to hang out once in a while. He has to work this weekend so… I know I told you he couldn't stay for the sleepover, but Darrell, along with your Mother and I, have discussed it and if you'd like, you can invite Matthew to spend the weekend with us, starting tonight until Sunday."

Both boys started hooting and hollering in their excitement. When they settled down I said, "Since Patrick is going to have Scott here, and you're going to have Matthew, either you guys are going to have to share beds, or two of you can sleep in sleeping bags in the family room."

Jake said, "I don't have a problem sharing my bed." He winked at Matt.

Darrell and I laughed, Donna wasn't as filled with mirth over the idea.

"Ok, I'll allow that, and I'll tell Patrick and Scott the same thing… I don't know what you all wear to bed, but it's either pajamas or underwear. Nothing less. Once you get in bed, whatever you're wearing STAYS ON. You'll have time for other stuff later in your life. Is that understood?"

Both boys replied, "Yessir."

Darrell said he was going to run home and get some things for Matthew and I excused the boys to go back upstairs.

A few minutes later, Mikey showed up with Patrick and Scott. I have to admit Scott is a very good-looking boy. I was glad to see both of my sons have good taste! I greeted Mike and he gave me a hug. With tears in his eyes, he repeated, "I'm sorry, Zeke, I truly am."

"Your apology is accepted, let's get past it. Boys, Jake has a friend over for the weekend too, so you guys are going to have to share a bed."

Both boys pumped a fist in the air and said, "YES!"

"Not so fast… I told the other boys the same as I'm telling you. I don't know what you all wear to bed, but it's either pajamas or underwear. Nothing less. Once you get in bed, whatever you're wearing STAYS ON. You'll have time for other stuff later in your life. Is that understood?"

"I understand Dad, we'll be good." Scott then added, "Me too, Pops."

"Pops?"

"Yeah Dad. Mr. Hughes told me to call him Mike, but I felt that was being disrespectful so I told him I was going to ask if you minded if I referred to him as Papa. Scott then said he would ask if he could call you Pops so our nicknames for our dads was close, but not the same and we could tell exactly who we were talking about."

"Sounds logical to me. I don't have a problem with it if Donna and Mike are agreeable."

After receiving agreement from Donna and Mike, it was settled.

About that time Darrell returned with Matthew's things. He called his son down who retrieved his duffel bag and went back upstairs.

I invited Darrell into the kitchen and introduced him to Mikey. After filling Darrell in on the 'Pops/Papa' situation he was agreeable as well. So… our sons would call us Dad, my sons would call their boyfriend's dad Papa, and their boyfriends would call me Pops." It's confusing, but it works!

We chatted for about fifteen minutes and the other dads left. I was both looking forward to and dreading this weekend at the same time.

[Patrick's POV]

We all got upstairs and started talking. We all felt that it was cool that our parents were being so accepting of the fact that we're all gay. Scott began telling about how his grandpa was. He was afraid of him. Scott said that he figured out he was gay when he was about eleven.

Curious, I asked, "What happened to your Grandpa?"

It was about a year ago. He was walking down the street in Sacramento and saw two guys holding hands. That got him mad, but a minute or two later, he saw them kissing on a street corner. He went nuts, I guess. By the time the cops got there, one of the guys was dead and the other was in really bad shape.

They arrested him for murder and assault and they added that it was a hate crime. They sentenced him to life in prison, without the possibility of parole. He'll live the rest of his life at Folsom prison.

Matthew was saddened by the story. He took Jake's hand in his own and turned to Scott, "I'm really sorry, Scott."

"Don't be. I'm not. He's where he belongs." The anger in Scott's voice was apparent.

I had to change the mood so I said, "Guys. Did you notice that Dad only talked about what we wear to bed? He didn't say anything about other times. Scott, let's take a shower."

Matthew's mouth was wide open and his eyes were a little bugged out before he asked, "Together?"

"Yeah, it's more fun that way!"

Scott had already started stripping, Matthew's eyes were locked on to Scott and the parts of his body he exposed. Down to his underwear he turned toward Jake and Matthew and slid them down his legs. I followed his lead and we gave the younger guys a good look before we went into the bathroom to shower.

Once the water was warm enough, Scott and I entered the shower. It was really a loving time. We didn't really do much that was sexual. We shampooed each other's hair. We washed each other's body. We held one another and made out.

Needless to say, when we were done, we were both hard as a rock. Scott suggested that all we do today was jack ourselves off. So, that's what we did. We stood in the tub and took care of business. We washed the results down the drain.

Before we left the bathroom, Scott pulled me to him and he kissed my neck. He whispered, "I love you, this weekend I intend to prove it to you."

Before I could reply, he walked naked out of the bathroom.

Jake asked me when I came out if Scott and I had 'done it' in the shower. My brother and I never lie to one another. I told him all we did was make out and jack off.

"See Matty, I told you they wouldn't do that yet."

Matt kissed my younger brother, stood up and reached his hand to Jake. After pulling him up, Matt said, "It's our turn."

The boys went into the bathroom before they undressed. Still naked, me and Scott made out again for a couple of minutes before I told him we should at least have underwear on in case my parents came up to check on us.

It's lucky we did because a minute or so later Dad knocked on the door before entering. "I see you boys showered, I was going to tell you to do that before bed. Where are the other two?"

"We all decided to try and save you some money on the water bill and we showered in pairs."

Dad laughed before he said, "I'm sure that's the only reason you did that. Honestly, I'm okay with you two fooling around… my admonition earlier was for the benefit of Scott and Matt's parents. I learned long ago that if you rule a teenager's actions with an iron fist, they'll just do what you prohibit somewhere else. At least I know that since you're going to fool around anyway, you're doing it safely. When the other pair come out of the shower, I want to sit with you all and have a short talk. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure Pops," Scott explained that his father had already had a talk with him, but he would like to hear it from Dad.

Just at that moment, the other two walked into the room, laughing, naked and hard. When they saw Dad there, they quickly covered their mid-sections and blushed bright red. Dad laughed and told them not to worry, he expects to see more than a few erections this weekend.

The younger boys pulled on some briefs and we all sat down for Dad's talk.

"Okay… first of all, Donna will be taking this weekend to visit with her sister so it's a boy's only weekend at the house. As I told Patrick and Scott, I know you boys will want to fool around a little. All I ask is that you all take it slow. There is a huge difference between love and lust. If you guys are serious about trying to establish a relationship with one another, you need to take it slow and let it build."

He paused a moment before continuing, "There is only one thing I will tell you is a rule you must follow. This weekend there will be no anal sex. None of you are ready for that yet. Matt and Jake, it'll be a couple of years before you're ready physically. Let your friendship grow. Sex is only a part of life, if you are going to spend your life with someone, you need to build on that friendship until it turns to love. Sure, you'll have sex, but just be thoughtful of your partner. Show him that your sexual act is one done out of love, not just a need to get off. Do you all understand me?"

I looked at my brother, Matt and Scott before I answered, "Yeah, Dad. We understand and I want to thank you for talking to us as grown-ups instead of talking down to us like children. I agree that none of us are ready for much more than we've already been doing. We may do a few new things this weekend, but we all promise that the back door remains closed."

I hugged my sons and their boyfriends giving each a kiss on the forehead. "It's time for bed, Boys. Don't stay up long talking because we're getting up at 4:00am to go out for breakfast. Mikey and Darrell wouldn't appreciate me killing you guys with my cooking. Good night."

Four boys responded, two with Night, Dad, and two with Good Night, Pops!

After he left, Matt asked, "Do you really talk to your dad like that all the time? I mean, you told him we were gonna do stuff… like more than just kissing and jacking off."

"If I didn't say it, he'd assume we were doing it anyway. Besides, I have the coolest Dad in the whole world, I don't keep secrets from him anymore, and I trust him completely."

Scott smiled and said, "Well… that's good enough for me. Let's get in bed!"

He then stripped off his undies and climbed into my bed. I stripped mine off and joined him. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss. The other two looked at each other for a moment then Jake started pulling his undies off. Matt slowly followed suit and the two of them climbed into bed, pulling the covers over themselves. They turned facing each other and began kissing.

Watching them was okay, but I had more important things on my mind. I reached up and flipped the switch that turned off the lights and Scott started kissing me, then after a few moments he reached down and started playing with my balls. I broke the kiss and said, "Tonight, let's just be together. We've already gotten off once, that's enough. Let's just do as my dad said and learn to be close to each other for more than just sex."

"See, that's one of the reasons I love you. I want to love you as a person as well as your body."

We made out for maybe fifteen minutes before I noticed the other pair was fast asleep, both turned so they could see what we were doing.

Scott and I joined them in slumber moments later.