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“OHHHH FUCKKK IMMMM CUMMMMINGGG came from Danny and SHIT fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME AHHHH GODDDD was David’s oral presentation. I was a little ticked off that David didn’t get a bit more vocal when I pounded him, but it was all good, and to show there were no hard feelings, I lapped up his two loads off his chest and belly. His cum had a slightly smoky taste. Perhaps it was the bacon on the meat loaf. The others were making eww noises so we all decided to go down to the lake and wash off. As we were leaving we heard ‘marvy’ from the other room, so it came as no surprise when they joined us for a dip in the universal solvent. When we dried off and went upstairs, James grabbed me and Jesse and led us to my old bedroom. Jesse got on the right side, I was in the middle, and James, my rock was on the left. They both leaned in giving me kisses. We all kissed each other a very tender good night kiss and spooned. Life was good.
I didn’t sleep well in spite of being between two guys I loved dearly. I felt vulnerable for the first time in my life after my emotions finally got to me on Sunday. I wanted to really open up to the guys; to tell them about my life and how all the pieces fit together, and how they all fit in with my life. When I was going through their drawers recently, I found a letter from my shrink, Dr. Healy, that he sent to my mother. He suggested it would be a good way to break the ice. I told him I thought I was gay. He asked if I wanted his help to change that, but I told him I didn’t and believed that trying to change your sexual identity was an invitation to failure. He concurred, saying it isn’t something he would ever attempt.
I normally saw him three or four times a year as he was monitoring my bipolar disorder. He was a cool guy, early to mid-forties and possibly gay although that didn’t matter at all. I was free to talk openly in his plain office -- no shrink couch there; just a desk with two chairs for visitors.
Until now, I never worried what my roomies thought about me. I felt I treated them all with respect and expected the same in return. I didn’t ever feel that because it was my family’s money that was providing the communal crib for us that I was in any exalted high and mighty position above them. Perhaps they saw it differently. I guess it was time for a little talk with them. They could read the doctors letter to see the shit I endured.
I had told Robb he wasn’t to worry about funds for school. I was sure our lawyer, Ted Crawford would be successful in extracting money from Robb’s dad. That would give him time to apply for a student loan for the following year. I spent a shit load of money getting them set up with new laptops so they wouldn't be stressed out worrying about theirs getting a virus or dying of old age. They were in college to learn how to think, play sports and mature into manhood. I helped James’ dad who was having a bad year at the marina by buying the demonstrator boat. I helped them all by letting them live rent free until September 1.
The boys were getting a good deal on rent if you analyzed the cost of the real estate and the loss of opportunity on the money I sunk into the loft but more importantly it was to be a fun and congenial atmosphere, and perhaps elevating their social standing within the team with its ‘cool’ factor. It was a good deal for me, too as I would be paying all the costs myself if it weren't for the boys. Mainly, they would be my family. Although the dam burst the other day, I was trying to escape my loneliness by moving downtown. I really didn’t have any friends near the family home so there were no ties.
The acquisition of roommates wasn't something I planned. Robb, the first, wanted to move in and I was reluctant until finding out about Robb's brother, the rapist. I have a well concealed human side that couldn't allow that to continue. Next was my best friend forever, James, telling me he will be going to the same school and wants to join the swim team. It was too good to pass up. As for Jesse, it was a case of love at first sight. I didn't even know what was happening because it never happened to me before. He swept me off my feet. Vlad happened to be at the right place at the right time and seemed like a good kid. Perhaps I felt he was part of the “Jesse” package. Besides he was really cute and had a cute bum. Okay, so I’m shallow. In any event, I enjoyed his company.
Danny was a heart throb from a couple of summers ago, although we had known each other for many years. He helped me while I was recovering from an illness, and we became very close. He even gave me wet dreams thinking of him. What is more important, Danny had a great sense of humour, and cracked me up all the time not just with jokes, but the funny things that he did. When I found out Danny wasn't going to be able to follow his dream, I had to step in and offer help. I guess I’m really a pushover in spite of my take charge attitude. Maybe they don’t have to know that. I need to loosen up. I keep working at it, but there’s still a long way to go. Give me a semester with hot and cold running boys, living in a commune that I myself created. It's like I now want to substitute chaos for the imposed organized life I’ve known.
It was getting light out so I carefully got out of bed without waking James or Jesse. They just snuggled up together in their sleep. It was strange the peaceful feeling it gave me watching them do that. Normal behaviour would be one of jealousy. Thankfully we weren’t normal. I put on my sweats and made coffee. I had some video and photo editing to do. I was doing this on David’s i3 MacBookPro which wasn’t a really powerful one but I would at least get the skiing photos in some organized state. I did want to see how the videos turned out but only after making sure everything uploaded to the computer. I changed the card from the camera with Jesse’s photo-shoot, uploading them to the laptop as well and placed the other card back in the camera. I swapped batteries for the charged one, placing the used one on charge to be ready for anything.
I poured myself a coffee and glanced through the photos. They all looked good. Perhaps I would order 20” X 30” glossy photographic prints of each of us skiing and mount them at each of our desks. The movies blew me away. This is the first HD 1080p movie I’ve seen of myself slalom skiing. I stifled a laugh watching myself doing the beach landing that James laughed about all the time. David did a great job with the camera. All the boys runs looked beautiful albeit on a 13” screen. I would edit them together and marry them to a hot music track and with my Apple TV box, play them on the silver screen at parties.
By now, Jesse’s shoot was finished with the initial processing so I looked through them carefully, being delighted how well they looked. The boy had a natural talent for modeling. With a little luck we could go out for some more shots today. Yesterday we got sidetracked! I felt a stirring in my loins.
I checked my email, sent in an order for Danny’s laptop and asked for a shipping date on my 17” laptop and the NAS storage device for backups.
As I was getting up to refill my coffee, Jesse walked towards me, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“I woke up and there you were -- gone,” he said.
I put my arms around his nude body, kissing his full, soft lips.
“Good morning Jesse, sorry I left you all alone with James. I had too much on my mind and couldn’t sleep anymore so I snuck out leaving you guys all snuggled up. I figured it would be okay,” I said.
“I feel more secure with you beside me Scott,” he said.
“Let’s get a coffee, babes, and I’ll show you something amazing. Your pictures turned out great and the movies are fantastic, but we’ll get to them in a minute,” I said.
I poured us each a coffee and put my arm around his waist, directing him to the porch. I went to the bedroom and retrieved the letter from the doctor. We leaned against each other on the cot, holding on to each other.
“Jesse, you are a remarkable guy. We haven’t known each other very long. You are the first person I’ve ever fallen in love with. I still remember the day we met. I was so astonished, I dropped everything on the floor in the shower room,” I chuckled.
“Nobody has reacted that strongly to me before but strangely, by the end of the evening, you were special to me, and I hoped it wasn’t gonna be a one night stand,” he said.
“Jesse this is so far from a one night hookup that I want you to know more about me, why I do things the way I do and all. I had a weird upbringing. Mom was remote and dad was a workaholic and tried to turn me into a better version of himself. I found a letter my shrink sent to mom when I was clearing out their things. I’d like you to read it so you can understand me better,” I said.
“Scott, if you are comfortable sharing that kind of information with me, I would like to read it,” he said.
I handed him the letter.
Dear Mrs. WilliamsAs he read it, I put one arm around his shoulders and held onto his massive thigh with the other, taking breaks to have another slug of coffee, all the time watching his face looking for any reaction. When he finished, he turned it over and reread it. When He was finished, he gave me back the letter and pulled me to his chest, hugging me, and didn’t release me. I looked at his face; his eyes were damp.
Re. Sessions with Scott
Scott has agreed to allow me to send you this letter based on my session notes.
Scott is a very serious boy. Anything he knows about money is a result of having it drilled into him by his dad, day in and day out. He feels he was 10 years old when he popped out of you. He feels he never had a normal carefree childhood. When he was a kid he carried a notebook and pen with him and wrote down every penny he spent, earned, or was given as an allowance. Also, whose lawn he mowed or walk he shoveled and whether he was paid. His dad looked at the book every week to make sure he wasn't wasting his money, before he received the next weekly allotment of cash. Every Saturday morning during high school he sat with his dad discussing stock trades, types of stock analysis like macd and standard deviation, return on investment, reading shareholder reports and other things that would have sent any other kid screaming out of the library. Scott loved the summer break at the family cottage because he got a break from all the adult money stuff too and got to hang out with his friend James.
If he won a million dollars on a lottery, he would invest it wisely, although his cost/benefit analysis would prove lottery tickets to be a bad investment. Besides, his dad taught him to only gamble as much as he could afford to lose. He therefore doesn’t gamble. Scott said he was to watch the stock market and with an imaginary $25,000, would "purchase" stocks and keep a weekly tally on his buys and sells and what the "portfolio" was worth every week. If a stock paid dividends, the dividend "cheque" was added to his available cash. For Christmas his dad matched his "profit" dollar for dollar with imaginary dollars. However he wasn't totally cruel. When Scott graduated high school, Scott "cashed in" his "investments" and dad did a final tally of his "profit" and wrote Scott a cheque to do with it whatever he pleased, although, quite rightly, it was strongly suggested the money was to be invested. He told me it was. This pleased his dad because Scott could grow the money and pay tax on it at his marginal tax rate of 0% rather than his dad paying at a hefty rate.
He also learned the stock market through osmosis; his dad had stock quotations blasting from the radio in the car, and at the dinner table. Also, the TV had the stock ticker tape running across the bottom of the screen. His dad quizzed him, giving him the names of various companies, asking Scott for the stock ticker symbol or vice versa. There was no escape until he vetoed his dad when it came time to decide on university. Scott decided on Journalism rather than an MBA program.
Scott maintained that he was conceived by remote control. He said you and his father never showed outward affection for one another or toward him. He never felt loved. He didn’t assign blame but said you and his dad came by it honestly. Apparently, you always told him his dad’s mother got pregnant with a turkey baster.
When I asked him what you were like as a mother he said you did the required motherly things like putting a Band-Aid on a scuffed knee, and took him to buy his clothes. Designer labels were not permitted. Shoes were in style 10 years earlier. He hated the Y front underwear. He disliked wearing a suit when your company visited. Your social circle was primarily his dad’s business associates and their spouses.
He realized for years that his social life really ‘sucked’ as he put it. He had few friends as he was in the library learning stuff a guy 10 years older should be learning. Scott said he was taught at an early age to never discuss his financial position with anyone because it just wasn't done!
In spite of his unique upbringing, he is doing well. Presently I am monitoring his bipolar disorder. I don’t want to medicate at this stage as he manages without, also he is a little young for the meds.
I trust this information will be useful to you.
MBBS MD MRCPsych FRCP
“Scott, how did you stand it? You seem pretty much normal to me other than your crying yesterday and the fact you instinctively seem to know everything even though you are only a year older than I am. I guess you really do trust me a lot to let me see that letter, but what is bipolar?” He questioned.
“First off, mate, it’s nothing you need to worry about. I won’t turn into a vampire and try to suck your blood. There’s other stuff you have I’d rather suck. Think of it this way; a normal person has fairly stable days. Occasionally, you might feel like you would rather stay in bed but by the next day, you are fine again and raring to play footy. Then a long weekend might come up with many parties, going to the beach and other stuff you love. You feel great on those days. With me, I start sliding down the slippery slope, finding it harder by the day to get out of bed. Everything seems insurmountable. I have difficulty concentrating and have to force myself to get up, go for a walk, listen to music, etc. Eventually there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It starts off with baby steps like shining my shoes one day, then I might clean the mirror in my bathroom. Little shit like that. Gradually I’m back in the swing of things. I can stay better for months and then I might have my head overloaded, where I’m trying to do everything at the same time. This is the manic phase, not to be confused with maniac. Bipolar disorder used to be called manic-depressive but the word ‘manic’ was often misunderstood so they came up with a different name for the disorder. In the manic phase, I generally have a headache most days and often it can last for days. For me the manic phase is shorter than the depression phase, which often follows abruptly. Since Dr. Healy sent that letter, he has put me on an anti-manic medication which is a mood stabilizer and, touch wood, I’ve been feeling great ever since. The trick is to make sure to take the medication all the time, no matter how you feel,” I explained.
“Mate, I’ll help you in any way I can. After our time together yesterday afternoon, I feel really close to you. Scott, all I can say is I love you very much. As far as my family life goes, we all got along great. Me and my siblings were all born in the USA but moved to Oz when I was a baby. Dad has a business with a partner who I think is sketchy, but they make tonnes of money. I’m crazy about my brother who is your age. He’s always looked out for me and things only got better when I came out to him. He is my best friend. I love all my family but I would be happier being here with you, I think. Ask me after one of your winters,” he chuckled.
“Interesting you tell me you were born in the USA. That gives you dual citizenship. I was wondering if there would be a problem if we went to Florida. I guess the answer is no,” I said.
I squeezed his leg and smiled, and got the laptop to show Jesse the movies and photos from yesterday.
“Your camera loves me! Even I find my pictures exciting. I love posing for you; it’s a turn-on,” he said.
I glanced down, confirming what he meant by ‘turn-on.' It had the same effect on me.
“I feel like making us breakfast. I wonder if the others are ready to get up,” Jesse said.
“Geez, I should wake James as he has to work today. Why don’t you check on the others, Jesse?” I asked.
James was on his back with his legs spread, stoking himself randomly and rubbing his nuts.
“It’s 8:30 babes. Don’t you have to go to work?” I asked.
“It doesn’t get busy until around ten so come here and give me a morning kiss for my morning wood. I sort of woke earlier with my cock pressed against a very hot ass. It belonged to Jesse. I was lying there enjoying the sensation, half asleep and the next thing I knew is I was alone and horny,” he said, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I laid beside him; we kissed and my fist encircled his eight and three-quarter inch cock. He gasped. I continued sliding his foreskin over his head until he put his hand on mine to stop me. His eyes were begging me so I slipped his big cock into my mouth and sucked. When I felt his abs turning into knots I stopped for a minute and massaged his balls. Now that he was off the edge I gave him a good one, sucking and tonguing the head while I jacked the shaft and played with his balls.
“FUCKKKK. Suck me baby. Suck it!”
I gave him everything and he squirted his mellow tasting cum all over my tongue as I gulped this thicker than normal load down my throat. When the spasms subsided, I captured what I could in my mouth, let his cock slip out, and kissed him. I loved the feel of his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, claiming what was his. We both giggled. I told him to get up because Jesse was making breakfast.
“Let’s go for a wake-up dip,” Robb said to anyone who was listening although he had his arm around David.
“I can’t, I’m dressed,” I said.
Jesse, Robb, James and David each grabbed a limb, carrying me to the lake as I screamed for Vlad’s help.
“On the count of three. One,...two,...three....”
They swung me back and forth, releasing me, fully dressed into the lake, and dove in after me. When I resurfaced, we were all in the lake splashing and carrying on like children. Maybe I was getting the childhood I never had. I had some strange fetish about boys in wet clothes so when I got out, I was tenting severely. Jesse, who was hard, stripped me out of the wet stuff.
“Do you want maple syrup on your French toast or the chef’s special ingredient?” Jesse giggled.
“Babes, if you whack off on my breakkie, I’ll eat it, but it has to be fresh and I want the maple syrup too,” I said, looking at him deviously.
We dried ourselves and came to the table where Jesse had orange juice and coffee waiting for us. Jesse had an apron on to protect himself from spatters while leaving his gorgeous ass exposed. He piled the French toast on a large plate as he made it, keeping it in the oven’s warm interior. Finally he brought the plate out so we helped ourselves, fixing it the way we wanted it.
“Oh Jesse,” I called.
He came to my side, leaned over for a kiss and I yanked off his apron, wrapping my hand around his fat pecker. Jesse replaced my hand with his own.
“He’s really going to do it! Fuck, that’s hot,” Vlad said.
Jesse whipped up a large load that gushed all over my French toast. I cut myself a good chunk that was totally covered with Jesse’s spunk and raised it to my mouth letting the fork slide out of my mouth. I rolled it around in my mouth, exaggerating the nom nom nom sounds, chewed it and swallowed as the others stared.
“Damn,” I said.
“What?” questioned Jesse.
“Next time I won’t have the maple syrup. It masked the fine flavour,” I answered.
Jesse was almost rolling on the floor laughing so I stood up and kissed him.
“Want some, babes?” I asked.
“I tell you what. The next time, you can blow your wad on mine and I’ll eat it,” Jesse offered.
“Can I have a taste?” Robb said.
I cut a piece and passed my fork to him.
“Hey, that’s really good. I think we should all team up for the first Sunday breakfast at the loft. We can save up for it, pair off and edge waiting for waffles or French toast to be served. Then everybody gets to give and receive,” Robb said.
We ate in relative silence. With every mouthful, I looked at Jesse and smiled, or ran my tongue over my lips or tongue. He turned a little pink. He understood I was really into him. My love for him was growing day by day.
“Oh crap, I gotta go to work. See you around seven, boys,” James said as he hurriedly dressed and dashed down the stairs.
Robb ran down and untied the boat for him, giving him a little kiss before he roared down the lake.
To be continued ...