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Subject: Shotgun Gay Adult-Youth Part 3-4 Shotgun Part 3 and 4 �MCVT2017 February 23, 2020 Emil treads the path to herohood. (Third and fourth parts of a four-part story.) You can be a hero by making a donation to Nifty fty/donate.html 100% fiction, adult content: Mb, MM, MMb, tb, Mt, inc, rom, slow, confusion. ============================================================================= Power decorated a big, brown envelope and filled it with photos and his report card. We stopped for pancakes on the way and arrived in Jesup to a lobby full of visitors. Family and friends came for the holiday, we queued in a long line. Every guard who saw me had to check my ID. They weren’t expecting a man who looked so much like an inmate. We got scanned without problem and were escorted to a gymnasium scattered with folding chairs. Jesup is a mid-level security prison, white-collar criminals, no scarred faces or jailhouse tattoos on any of the men. They looked like average guys, most smiled as they hugged and kissed their average-looking wives and kids. Voices made a hum as they moved chairs to sit close. Power entered the gym, stopped, studied the crowd for his father. Across the room, a man stood, and strode quickly, then leaned down to grab his boy and pull him up to his face, kissing. Power held on to his father, “Baba….” Father looked to my face, “Almost like looking in a mirror seeing you in person. Name’s Dr. Ali Seif, call me Seif–you have no idea what this means to us. Hardest part of doing time is being away from him.” “I’m Emil, I’m sure Roger told you about me.” “Thank you for taking care of my boy, Power needs some comfort in his life. So young to be so far from home, in a strange culture, a different situation altogether.” He looked at Power, “Have you gotten in trouble at school again?” Power frowned, “I’m not African, I’m Egyptian, like you.” He gave his father a hard look. “I won’t explain again. Being African is a good thing; we’re both–African and Egyptian. You can’t fight about their labels.” Power stayed on Seif’s lap as they went through the photos, discussed his studies. During their conversation, he kept his hand on the boy’s back, softly stroking, occasionally kissing his son. I stepped outside to the lobby and checked my phone to find Miles had called. He wanted to leave the skiing trip and come stay with me until he went back to school. “You’re going to fly alone?” “I’m almost sixteen, I can handle myself.” That surprised me. I sent him a photo of Power and told him I was caring for the boy for a few days, “I’ll be home at around five today. Swing the mailbox to the side. The key is on a thumbtack underneath.” All the visitors, and guards were treated to cookies and tea, music and a few songs by the inmates then we had to leave. No phones inside the prison, one of the guards took a picture of all of us together and sent it to me. Maybe not the best Christmas for Power, only several hours with the man he loved. Power was sad, and began crying on the way home saying he’d never have a real father, or a home again. “Roger doesn’t want me. He ignores me and now Warren’s gone. I want my dad back in the desert again.” … Pulled up to my house to see the lights on, opened the door to smell dinner cooking. “Hey, Dad…. Who’s this?” He went to Power, “Why is he crying?” Grabbing Miles in a hug, “This is Power, he needs a big brother right now. Power, this is my son Miles.” I sniffed, “What’s for dinner?” “Breakfast. It’s all I know how to cook.” He went to Power, “Are you hungry?” Power was still sniffling but nodded his head. Not fancy yet our dinner was festive with music and candles, the night became merrier with neighbors bringing fruitcake and cookies. The gang of kids were caroling along with the adults. Miles and Power joined them while I cleaned up and brought blankets and pillows. Too tired to figure out the arrangements, I’d leave it up to them. They came back with red noses and cheeks, smiling. “Is he really my brother?” Power asked. “Ask him, he doesn’t have a little brother. I’m going to shower, go to bed. Decide where to sleep for yourselves.” Heard them go to the shower, then watching a movie. When they made popcorn, I went downstairs to find they folded down the couch, lay on the pillows watching something on the laptop and whispering softly. Power had his head on Miles’ shoulder, they lay close, watching the screen. Stood in the dark kitchen behind them just watching an endearing scene, my son was more affectionate at sixteen than I’d ever been till recently. He held the boy close, kissing his hair. Glanced at the movie, stopped and stared. Didn’t recognize the movie, but spied motion under their blanket. They moved around a little, then the laptop fell to the side. Miles shut it and pulled the blanket over both of their heads. Went back upstairs silently and jerked off imagining what they were doing. Power’s short rod and my son’s teen dick rubbing? Were they sucking each other? Rahas to the max, more than likely. Hot gift exchange perhaps. … Sat at the breakfast nook answering emails and texts from everyone the next morning: Got an email from Roger, he’d be back on January first, pick up Power and take him to boarding school in Savannah. “He’ll be ready.” Figured I better prepare Power the night before. My ex and my daughter asked if Miles was feeling better. “Seems perfectly fine to me.” Read an email from Seif thanking me again when I heard the boys waking. Miles was up first. Power jumped up and ran after him, slapping his butt as they passed through kitchen. Better get breakfast on for two new brothers. Cereal and milk, all the bacon and eggs were devoured last night. After they had breakfast, I sent them to the store with my cart. Cleaned the house, started a wash when I got a call from Seif. “The laws just changed, and I’m applying for early release. Before I apply, I need to have a community sponsor. This is my only shot at being with Power before he’s grown. Would you consider sponsoring me for a few months?” “What about Roger?” “I don’t think he’ll qualify, has a few spots in his background.” “Send the details. Do you have a lawyer?” We exchanged information. Wasn’t sure what sponsorship meant. Seif didn’t appear he would reoffend, he mentioned he worked at a university as a professor. I’d ask the lawyer about that. “The boys were up late watching movies; I’ll send photos.” “Boys? Who was Power with?” “My son, Miles. Power was upset on the way home, he misses you. I told them they were brothers.” “How old is Miles?” “Sixteen, and rather–” I thought for a moment, “Well, sixteen in most ways.” “Brothers? Good for them. I’ll tell my attorney to call you, have to get started on release as soon as I can.” He fumbled with the pay phone in the prison, “Please don’t tell Power–if it doesn’t work out, he’ll be upset.” “Okay. I’m going to miss him. Roger’s sending him to a boarding school, he won’t be in the neighborhood anymore.” I sighed. “Call my attorney, please. Roger’s not good to my son, not good for my son. He was our only option outside the foster care system.” “Not much of an option.” After we hung up, I rented the car for another day and took both boys back to Jesup for a few moments with Seif. Miles stayed by my side, acting timid, but I was proud, he shook hands, staring at Seif’s face then grinning at our resemblance. He watched closely as Power sat on his father’s lap for his hugs and strokes. Miles and I went for a cup of coffee in a paper cup, when we returned, Seif was crying. Power became upset and cried. We didn’t ask. … On the drive home, I heard Miles asking Power why he made his dad cry. “I asked if I could come live with him.” “Kids can’t live in jails. Where’s your mom?” Power had enough questioning, unbuckled and climbed over the seat to sit in the passenger side next to me. “Miles, the kid’s had a rough time. Let it go. I thought you liked having a little brother.” He glanced in the rearview mirror at me, “Yeah, he’s a good bud. Sorry, Power.” We dropped the car off and walked home. On the way I broached the subject, “Power, you know you’ll be in a boarding school next week?” “Do I have to go?” “Yes. Seif expects you to get your education.” Suddenly my dread of talking to Power vanished: “I go to a boarding school. I’ll tell you how I work it.” Miles jumped in explaining how he handled teachers, and dodging boring teams and clubs, “There’s cliques, if you can’t find a group to join, make your own. Gotta have a friend.” He explained all kinds of social cues and tricks I never knew; the kid was smart. “And don’t ever, ever take or have a pussy or dick pic on your phone. You’ll get kicked out, then all the adults start yelling and they’ll never stop.” Not the information I’d have offered, but clear enough to let me know what was going on at his school. Seemed reasonable. Made an early dinner and sent the boys to shower. We had to be up at six, Roger was coming early. Figured the boys would sleep on the couch again and went upstairs. They decided to sleep with me. Miles slept next to me, pulling Power close to him. They were tired from lugging groceries, fell asleep quickly. … Roger came before the sun was up, stopped outside and honked. I kissed that sweet boy as he left, Miles hugged him. “Is he coming back on spring break?” “I don’t know, are you going on the annual beach trip with Mom and Donna?” “Donna always brings her girlfriends. They bother me all the time, it’s harassment.” “If I was a teenage girl, I’d be bothering you, too. Do we need to talk condoms?” He just laughed at me. “Occupy yourself. I’m going back to bed for a few more minutes.” Took my laptop and checked my emails before I lay down to doze and felt the bed move. Miles took my computer, I opened one eye. He was checking his messages, then lay down beside me. My inner-provocateur was awake and in fine form, “If you decide to bother the girls back, use a condom. Plenty of diseases out there, some incurable. You know that?” Slipped my arm under his neck. “Your mom might blow a gasket, so if you need to visit a clinic, let me know.” “Dad, we learned about that in school, there’s a clinic on campus.” He turned to me. “Do you use condoms?” “If I had someone that close, probably. Relationships aren’t easy for me and I was told I need to find out what you’re getting into before you go that far.” To rouse a little more information from him, “Guess I’ll just have to use a little porn every now and then. You boys at Woodward don’t watch any porn, you’re way too young.” Heard him chuckling, pulled his face close and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” Quickly, he turned his head and I found his lips on mine. He kissed me quickly, then turned over just as fast. Instead of leaving him like that, I rolled to his back, kissed his neck and stayed close wondering if he was hard after reminding him of sex and porn. At sixteen, he was probably stiff as a fencepost. … My ex and Donna came to pick up Miles at the coffee bar, we had a quick lunch. Miles showed pictures of Power to Donna, my ex suggested that she didn’t think it was wholesome for me to take our son to a federal prison. Opened my mouth, but was cut off by Miles, “Mom, it’s not like tv, just a bunch of guys sitting around talking. Nothing happened, no gangs, no fights, no drama.” He managed his mother much better than I ever had. Then, they left and I was back to my solitary life. Seif’s lawyer called; we met in the coffee bar, laptops between us, sending information back and forth. “If Seif was a professor, why did he need to unearth the antiquities and try to sell them? Seems to me he could have raised funds some other way.” “Met a student. Well, Seif wasn’t married, but was looking. Got hooked up with her and, you know how it goes with a gorgeous woman. Got pregnant, they married, and she convinced Seif to dig a few things to sell, she wanted to buy a home. She had connections in the underground, smugglers, dealers and Seif overlooked it, smitten. In Cairo, a professor, even one as knowledgeable as Seif gets more respect as compensation than pay. He went along with her plan to start sınırsız escort digging and sell what they found. Power was born on the desert the fifth summer they were there.” “Power told me they lived there…” “They went back to the dig site every moment they could. On one of those trips, unfortunately, Seif’s wife found hashish and alcohol. She started going downhill. Seif couldn’t back out of the deal with the traders. He’s just not the type to get involved with problems, but pushed through trying to keep his family together. Didn’t work out too well, international cultural agency caught wind of the artifacts being removed and followed Seif, his wife and Power across the Atlantic. They got picked up at the port and hauled off to jail. Both pleaded guilty.” “He’s not a citizen here. Won’t Egypt want him back?” “There’s a `compassionate release’ new law. I think we can get him out quickly. I’ve already filed the papers for his divorce, then he has to look for a wife. I’ve got several friends; I’m going to introduce him around. After a while, he can marry a citizen and stay, probably can’t extradite him if he’s a naturalized citizen taking care of his family. In the meantime, he’ll have Power with him, that’s what he wants.” “Have you met Power? “Heard all about him. Seif loves that boy, willing to do almost anything for him.” Left that meeting feeling more comfortable about Seif. The sponsorship didn’t require much more than an address and a phone number from me. Yeah, I’m sure they did a background check. … The next few weekends felt solitary, not much going on at the coffee bar. Rented a car and went to see Seif by myself. Printed out a few old photos of Power and brought my old chess set. As we lay out the board and began playing, the kibitzing started not only from the inmates, but the guards and soon we had several tables with boards. Good time with great players. Found out Seif was being helped by a national organization of Egyptian-Americans and would be offered assistance. Gossip spread faster than memes among the Egyptian ex-pats and their friends. They respected him; they were proud of him. Couldn’t figure that out, he was selling their cultural treasures to the highest bidders. … In April, the lawyer called and gave me Seif’s release date. Together, we picked up Dr. Seif who was grinning, shaking hands with all the staff. Other inmates gave him a farewell party of sorts and we hit the road. Seif grinned all the way back to Atlanta. The attorney dropped us off in Cabbagetown. Seif was surprised that I lived in such a small house, “I thought Americans had big houses with swimming pools.” “Used to have all that.” Had to explain my situation later, “Old family home. I like it, hope you will.” As soon as we were inside, here came the neighbors, not being nosy but curious if Seif was my brother or my father, “Your uncle?” Seif charmed the ladies, smiling widely and chattering. The old Egyptian charmed them. After three, their kids came by and asked about Power. Was he coming this summer? I glanced at Seif. “I hope so.” … That night, I thought I’d take the couch letting Seif take the bed, but he told me that he’d prefer, if I was comfortable, to sleep with me, “I’d feel bad booting you out of your bed.” He kept sighing and telling me how good it felt to be out, then he glanced at the wall — the face mask of Power. He became quiet, “My boy.” The next morning he was up before dawn, on his laptop. While he was composing emails and calling his lawyers. I made coffee and cleared a space for him in the living room, looking out the tall, thin window toward the street. Set up a small table and chair and plugged in his charger. Didn’t miss a beat as he went and sat, speaking in Arabic. He had to meet with several officials to register all his information with them and arrange another interview. Scanned all his documents onto a thumb drive. He was going to pick up Power as soon as the semester finished. A surprise for the boy. In my mind, this was another big change, and it felt like a comfortable. Seif and Power staying for a while, I hoped they’d find a place nearby, they were good company. I’d found friends and life was rich. Unknowingly, I was about to become wealthier than I dreamed. Shotgun Part 4 of 4 The next few weeks, Seif was gone much of the day, coming in late and usually tired. He was meeting with associates and attorneys, giving me a few details as I cooked dinner. So far, his path was working out well. “Do you know a realtor? I need to stay in Atlanta. May take a while.” I held my breath, and smiled just thinking about Power. I’d miss my rahas. … The semester finished. We picked up Power who was exploded with delight seeing his father. They sat together in the back seat all the way home speaking softly. I tried to keep my eyes on the road. After a Greek dinner of kabobs and rice, several glasses of wine, I dropped them at the house returned the car. When I came back, they were in the shower together. Got out a pillow and blanket for the couch. Looked like Egyptians, or this Egyptian, weren’t as rigid as I was about arrangements as he opened the bathroom door and asked if I wanted to shower. Walked to watch them dry off, Seif carefully combing the tangles out of the boy’s hair, then his own, they brushed their teeth and told me they’d meet me upstairs. As they passed, I couldn’t help but notice Seif’s body. Same build, same height, same hair, average but thick cock, only difference was the amount of white hair. Distinguished in person, and incredibly masculine naked. I described myself in new terms as that thought passed through my mind. Walked in on a heated conversation between boy and father. Seif stopped when I came in. “Should I leave?” “I’m explaining he can’t trollop around for comfort. He’s been lucky no one has hurt him or worse, snatched him. I never suspected he’d be asking other men for comfort.” Power hid his embarrassment between the pillows. “Been a long time, we’ll sleep like we slept on the desert.” He kissed his boy’s shoulder, “I’ve been waiting for a long time. Go get my ring, it’s in the black bag.” Power left and Seif came beside me, kissed my cheek, “Handsome man, your wife was a lucky woman.” Seif slipped his arm under my neck and pulled my face to his and gave me a kiss. Not a light kiss. I couldn’t shut my eyes, looking into his, almost like giving myself tongue. Without much effort, he rolled me to my back and alongside me he continued kissing while his hand found my rod. My dick was in no shape to impress; still hesitant and all this was new to me–yet his body was so familiar, so much like mine. Power came in and handed his father a black rubber ring that he stretched and stuffed his nuts and penis through, got his son’s attention and pointed at his erect shaft. Power immediately started giving Seif sucky-rahas. I watched for a moment as my memory chips sparked. Something wasn’t right — incorrect technique; improper protocol. “Have to put your hands on his hair and tell him he’s beautiful–the best in the world.” “Really?” He glanced down at the boy who looked up at him and smiled with a mouth full of throbbing cock, giving his father a small nod. “You teach him that?” “I thought you did.” I stopped, not wanting to break the mood, “It feels good to hear those kinds of things.” With my hand on Power’s head, “Love your daddy, he’s been saving his cum for you.” After a few moments, Seif’s hands joined mine, and he spoke softly to the boy in Arabic. His hips bucked several times and his body trembled. Damp with sweat, he looked into my eyes and whispered something to Power, tensed and his face went into the grimace of pleasure. He was cumming, I pressed my cheek against his. Strange feeling his stubble rubbing against mine. We were silent for a moment, all of us catching our breaths. Power moved and sat on his father’s belly, short rod straight and excitedly twitching. “Rub it off, go ahead.” He whispered, stroking along Power’s sides. Power frowned. “He wants a sucky raha from you now. It’s only fair.” “What?” Seif glanced at me. “Ask him for yourself, don’t just say `rub it off.’ That’s not very comforting.” For some reason, I don’t know why, I needed to equalize this exchange. “What do you want, my son, sucky or rub?” He glanced back and forth between me and his father, then started giggling. “Both.” “Make a decision.” I urged as Said shot me a look. “Sucky. Hurry up.” He flicked his cocklet at his father “Hold on till Daddy’s in the right place.” I directed. Seif glared as Power chuckled. I lay Power in my place on the bed. “Get between his legs, like he did for you.” Now, I was hard and dripping watching them. Dad was much more aggressive than I’d been, chomping, nipping and tugging roughly. Wanted to tell him to back off I kept my mouth shut and stared out the window while Power cooed and grabbed his father’s hair, pulling and saying he wanted more sucky, “Baba! Harder!” When Seif slipped his finger into that tight pink hole, I knew this wouldn’t last much longer, and within the moment, the boy was sated. Limp and exhausted; strands of short, white hairs clung to Power’s palms as he turned to sleep. “Get downstairs, we need to talk.” Seif kissed his boy and we left the bedroom. … “What was that, ordering me around with my son? Are you bizarrely pedo or a domineering queen? “Well–” Blushing and sputtering. “Guess I’m the raha manager tonight.” “No. You’re the kind that aims your inclination at the situation, that’s called an opportunist, a parasite.” He seemed angry, but not explosive. Yet. “Don’t know what came over me. Used to run a business, I guess I got bossy again. I was only trying to keep things fair with Power, I love that boy too.” “Business owner? What kind?’ “Computer services, all the high-tech stuff.” “We’ll discuss that later. You owe me an apology now. You think I can’t comfort my boy?” Standing in front of him, staring into his eyes, I saw myself as an older man. I would have been insulted myself if he’d spoken to me the same way. “Sorry, I’ll check myself.” My eyes wandered to his chest, and he put his hand on my shoulder, then kissed my cheek. “Hard to be upset with you. Too much like being upset with myself, let’s drop it.” Pulling me against him, I felt his hard cock rubbing against mine, “Raha?” He whispered. The left side of my brain faltered, my mind went into a steep incline toward this situation, and I kissed him, held him hard against me. Felt good, moist skin, a sharp whiff fresh sweat and a trail of cardamom. Little lemony, little of dry attics and the promise of moisture behind that whiff. Cocks hard, I felt a few drops on my foot as we rubbed our shafts together, grinding against each other. Power’s pointed, pink tongue was nowhere near as good as Seif’s expert twirls and stabs. His lips–his lips. I grabbed his head to hold him close; he grabbed my butt hold me hard against him. “Get to the couch.” I pulled the blanket over the sofa and we continued adult comforting in the horizontal. My left-brain tilted again, this incline aimed my butt upward; put my leg over the back of the couch and shoved Seif’s cock between my legs hoping, hoping. He had a beautiful shaft, warm, thick and producing a generous stream. Panting hard, I looked into his eyes, “Hurry.” I grunted rudely. “I’m a married man.” He repositioned himself. “I was, too.” He was silent for a moment, “Sort it out later.” He opened my legs and nestled his hips between them, looked into my eyes. “Done this before?” Didn’t answer from my anxious, almost-panic, and highly aroused state. My body was receiving the most incredible sensations along my cleft. “Uhn, uhn…oh, yeah.” He shoved my knee near my chest, “Hold it there.” After giving himself several rapid jerks, he placed the tip of his rod right at my hole. He shoved. Being abruptly penetrated wasn’t what I expected. My eyes went wide as he chuckled. “Stay with me.” I could only nod, mouth agape. Those next moments I was stunned, the only thing in my world for that time was a big, hard cock filling me, caressing my most şırnak escort private, intimate places. Every shove was new, sending shots of electricity down the back of my thighs, up my spine. Seif’s sweat splattered my face and chest again and again intensifying feeling of fullness and satisfaction and that incredible rub along my sensitive, needy glands. My body, his body, our motions, we became one until I saw his face, a worried look. That wasn’t worry. “Not yet, don’t stop.” My breath shoved out. His motions slowed for a few moments. Keeping my eyes on his, I tightened around his rod several times to find it squeezed several low moans from him, then a smile and he began in earnest, deeper, harder. Instinctively lifted my rear for more, nothing in my life had ever felt this good. “Please don’t end, not yet,” my brain repeated as my heart raced, and my legs ached. Couldn’t move for fear of slowing of the incredible excitement, the muted explosions of pleasure inside entire body. Slowed to rotate his hips exploring every place, every fold, every nerve ending inside. My balls were readying. Heartbeat thundered in my ears as I was discovered and rediscovered in unknown territory. Virgin territory. “Too late.” He shoved deeper and harder a few more times then his gaze ceased; he closed his eyes. Deep inside me where nothing human had ever touched, I felt him twitch and the heat of his cum. A few soft grunts and he fell on my chest. Needed more, so I humped against his chest and came between us feeling his coarse hairs rubbing against my sensitive glans. Pumped out my heat sticking us together with our chest hairs and sweat. Kissed me several times and we held each other close on the couch. I’d never felt such profound intimacy in my entire life. In those moments it seemed like Power was an appetizer and Seif the entrée that filled the belly of my soul. For the first time in my life, I felt deeply. Was this the love I needed? Wasn’t sure, but felt good, satisfying, wrapped snugly in close comfort. … Not so dignified being woken up by a boy who was curious about what we were doing, then he demanded food. “You know where the cereal is, we’ll make something else later.” He wanted his dad to make breakfast for him. I got up and ran to shower with Seif right behind me laughing. Three in the shower didn’t work so well but it cleared when I started releasing a number of long, disquieting rushes of atmosphere from my innards. They left to the kitchen quickly. I could hear them laughing. Seif went on his computer looking at houses while I cleaned the kitchen and started a wash feeling altered at my backside and pleased with myself. Figured I’d take Power and the cart, head off to the grocery. As we went to the door Seif asked why I didn’t have a car, “You walk everywhere?” “Sure. This is an old neighborhood, not much parking and everything’s close.” We left. Seif spent the afternoon with a real estate agent, when he returned, I was nervous. “Don’t make a decision in a rush. If it helps, stay till the new year or next June when people move. Wouldn’t want you getting into the wrong area.” Transparent maneuver, no doubt. Saturday night, we watched movies after dinner, I was looking forward to bed time again, but that was not the plan. Seif sent Power upstairs when he was tired, and we made coffee. Seif had a plan he wanted help with. Seems Roger had been investing Power’s money, supposed to look after it for the boy. Instead, he’d used the funds for himself. Paid himself well for “investing” the money. Curious about where a university professor could acquire so much, I asked. “We weren’t caught the first time we brought artifacts; we’d sent several shipments before the last trip. There’s an account with Lloyds that has been supplying funds for Power’s keep.” Wasn’t my concern the amount of money he had, I was thinking about losing him and Power. “Stay here till you get your bearings. Should I be worried about the Egyptian-Americans in Atlanta, why don’t they shun you? You were selling their national treasures.” “I think about half the buyers were Egyptian ex-pats. Always thought it was odd when one of them sent me photos of a piece I’d found asking me for information on it. Egyptians are human and humans are sentimental. They appreciate their art, the designs of the different artifacts, it’s theirs, Egyptian hands made it, made all the paints, refined the clay, fired the pots or planed the wood. Kind of like you and this house, it holds memories. Those memories hold you in your place in time. Makes you part of a great progression through the centuries.” “Guess you did them a favor, in a way.” Proud memories from my grandfather held me in this house, his father, all their families. He smiled, “Thanks. I think I did.” … Our nights were filled with affection. I was shadowed by the thought they would be leaving. Days passed through that summer at warp speed. Power went back to public school. I continued working at the coffee bar, Seif researching real estate. He bought a small electric car that fit inside the gate which did make shopping easier. Nights we spent on the computer studying Roger’s transactions in Power’s account. Said nothing as we saw Roger transfer funds to pay off his apartment in The Lofts. Said nothing about expenditures on plenty of luxuries, parties, trips. Roger didn’t know that Seif got out of the pen, and didn’t seem to care that Power wasn’t at the boarding school any longer, but I didn’t get all the information. Said nothing, not my money; Seif was angrier by the day. Came home several weeks later to find Seif gone, not usual. Power came from school, finished his homework and we walked to the foundry and told them we’d be there to help with the apples at the fall festival, then we went home for dinner. Still no Seif. We went to bed and didn’t hear him come in till much later, whistling. Came upstairs, undressed and quickly stripped and slipped under the covers with us. “What are my guys up to?” Power was reading from his text book to me about the Silk Road. “Ancient history.” Power told him about going to the foundry, volunteering to make caramel apples. “We may have to stay through the new year. I’ve got some things to get in order.” “I told you take as long as you want.” That gave me a little relief. “Gonna make a caramel apple for me?” He kissed his boy, then me. We went down stairs after Power went to sleep and put a few more spots on the blanket, Seif still holding the high ground in a sense. “Perfect end to a perfect day.” He told me as we drifted to sleep. Through the next week I found out that he’d filed divorce papers. Wasn’t sure what happened to Roger, but I was told we didn’t discuss him any longer, “Never again.” We did go out to eat the night Seif received the deed to the apartment at The Lofts. Stayed out late in a Lebanese restaurant with a band, dancers. Of course, walking in together, everyone who knew Seif had to come by and ask who I was. Greetings, hugs, and jokes, wonderful night. Food was incredible, Power danced with his father in a line of men. I drove my men home that night and a secure feeling of peace came to me as I covered them, then took my side of the bed. … Through that entire summer I’d received photos from Miles, he went to computer camp in Florida, then stayed on as a counselor for the second session. At seventeen, he was almost my height and more of a man than a boy now. He and Power were always texting and sending photos back and forth that summer; they took to being brothers and stayed close. This year, Miles was spending the end of November with me in Cabbagetown. Too small to cook a big meal in my small kitchen, I ordered a turkey with the accompaniments. Seif told me to cancel the order for Thursday and hold the dinner on Saturday and invite the neighbors. … We held an open house for all the neighbors and invited my family. Seif invited a number of Egyptian friends. For five hours on Saturday, music rang up and down the street, candles scented the air, my breakfast nook held a turkey, bowls of food all over the cabinets. I worked the cooler on the porch, handing out the beer and pouring wine. Was I busy? The place was packed with the coffee bar staff and the gals from the foundry, didn’t really notice till it happened. My ex-wife came, asked for a glass of Rhine wine. I looked up and smiled, “You look great. Here.” I handed her a glass and gave her a quick hug. “In the kitchen is a man named Seif–Power’s Dad. Go introduce yourself.” “How will I know him?” “Just look for me.” I uncorked another bottle, grinning. The weather was slightly warm that afternoon friends and neighbors sat on the porch, at the picnic table eating and gossiping. After the crowd left, my ex stayed, helping Miles and Power clean up. As usual, Seif charmed my ex and Donna. Power charmed them with his strikingly impish smile. Cutest thing to see him following Miles around as they worked, teasing each other and joking. My ex was dating again, working with a news station now, managing their video library to keep herself busy. Daughter Donna was enjoying a long engagement while she was in college. Miles asked if he could live with us while he went to the technology institute. Before I could answer, my ex-wife told him curtly, “Honey, there’s no room here. Stay home with me.” … Nice evening, quiet after Donna and my ex-wife left. Boys were playing video games on Seif’s desk, Seif and I went to shower, talk. “Are you planning to move into Roger’s apartment?” “No. I don’t like the layout and the building, part old, part new, no transition. The architecture appears undecided. Thinking of selling it for a down payment on another place if I can find one. You want to rent it?” “Miles might when he goes to college.” Seif reached behind me and closed the door, “Let’s see what happens.” His hand was on my rod. Leaning forward, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him briefly. He turned, facing the sink, opened his cleft and caught the tip of my tearful shaft between his butt cheeks. Keeping his reflected gaze in the mirror at me as he leaned forward, offering himself. Glancing between our faces, amazing to watch each other’s expression as I penetrated. He leaned slightly, and lifted himself to his toes slightly, I flexed my knees and aimed. So hot, so tight at my glans. Smeared my lube around his hole felt minute folds, soft tissues against my skin as he opened himself further and met his resistance with gentle force. Once. In the mirror I immediately stared into his eyes and grunted. Stopped, just feeling the arousal shooting up my dick, every place our skin touched. Nuzzled against the back of his neck, slid slowly, deeper. Put my hands on his shoulders, watched his face and I planted my root slowly and as deeply as I could. His eyes rolled back in his head then closed. The veins on his neck were jumping with his pulse, he stroked his hardening dick letting his pre run into the sink, couldn’t help myself, “Thank you.” “Don’t stop.” His eyes were closed, I watched his face. He shifted his hips and gasped. I grabbed his hips and began determinedly. Sweaty skin applauded our fulfillment. Harder, again and again, addicted to the sensations, gripping, sucking kisses along my shaft. Pulling my cum deeper into his heat. Standing, I was able to control myself somewhat, cold tiles under my feet, cold ceramic fixtures, the cold tiles behind me. Two masculine faces in the mirror, both reddened with lust, both breathing quickly together. Perfect rhythms, perfect responses, perfect thrusts, Seif began grunting, his hand reached to his shaft and began tugging. Breaths jerked, “Don’t stop.” Grabbed his hips lower, and began to pump, eyes closed and ready. Countdown to release, my body hovered, ready to release. Three or four thrusts away when I felt a draft; eyes closed, ready, balls tight, close. Heard water splashing. Seif peeing in the sink? Couldn’t be. Opened my eyes a fraction of an inch to see Power peeing in the toilet. “Hurry up.” I whispered roughly, continuing to pump. So ready, but delayed now. Seif looked to his side seeing the boy. He smiled as Power taksim escort watched. Being a curious boy, he looked at his father’s thick rod dripping in the sink, “Rahas?” Between breaths, “Daddy rahas, takes a lot of concentration, run along now.” Then he moaned, trembled and started to cum, thick pulses from his purplish, bulbous glans. Power looked at his father’s rear, touched his butt, making sure of what he was seeing. His finger went to his father’s shaft for a drop of cum. Unsure, but I kept pumping, so close. “Does it hurt?” Power asked, observing our joining closely. “This is for men. Run along.” Seif’s hole tightened around me several times. Can’t explain how I stayed hard under the scrutiny of a nosy boy, but when Seif came, I felt his tightening, my countdown hit zero and I began blasting inside him, groaning loudly as I pulled him tightly against my groin. Pushing all of my juice as deep into him as I could, pumping I continued while Power watched with wide eyes and curious fingers that went to his father’s rod. My shaft softened, ready to slip out, there was going to be a sticky mess down my balls and Seif’s thighs. “Go make popcorn with Miles. We’ll watch a movie later. Go on.” He didn’t, but glanced toward the door. There stood Miles, staring with a half-smirk. Complete silence for a few moments until Miles spoke up. “Popcorn?” He chuckled and took Power’s hand. “C’mon bro.” We showered quickly. Decided to act as nonchalant as I could about getting caught in the act. No big deal, that was just an expression of thanks. That’s what I’d say, but I couldn’t. Why was I embarrassed? Sex with Seif was an honest expression of appreciation. Exchange of affection, and I wasn’t going to make an apology to my son or Power. My approach would be the most irrelevant part of our evening. Seif and I sat with the boys on the couch as a movie played. Our discussion held the boys’ attention. Seif explained that engaging in sex was quite common among people who are attracted to each other, and we were considering marriage. Just like that, he proposed to me. “I thought you were looking for a woman.” I was floored. “Just making sure you don’t find one and leave me. I love you. Why do you think it’s taking so long for me to find a house?” Power grinned, “I get twin dads.” Miles was smiling, watching. Wondered what he was thinking until he asked if I was gay, and that was why his mom and I divorced. “Can’t say. I was clueless about myself for years. That’s been changing. Would you be upset of me because, because, well, with Seif instead of a woman?” “Not unless you start going out in drag.” He came to sit between me and Seif. “But a little concealer might help.” That another quirky smile, “Are you going to accept his proposal? “Give me some time.” Late that night, we all walked Cabbagetown, stopped at the coffee bar for cocoa and went home in the chilly, clear air feeling exceptionally contented. Miles and Power walked ahead of us talking about where to get the best spots for the December thirty-first fireworks. Family, the feeling of close, loving family sneaked into my being. When I recognized it, I wondered why I’d never had that feeling with my wife and children. They’d loved me, still did, maybe differently now, and that had to be what it was. I was becoming a different man. They were changing, and our love was changing as well. … The next morning over breakfast was curious, at the least as Seif explained to the boys how his type of marriage would happen. There were government interviews, paperwork, attorneys, and a home inspection, all the bureaucracy. Power seemed to accept things; he’d experienced the legal system in a limited way through his parents. Miles asked an odd question, “Aren’t they going to get suspicious about you being engaged with a man who looks like you? They could think you’re matching narcissists. Is that criminal?” Had to wonder where that came from. Seif, in his professorial manner, explained the process briefly. We concluded by devising a plan to announce our engagement on December thirty-first, inviting family and close friends. For some reason, the thought of “coming out” didn’t occur to me, this seemed like the natural, easy way to share my self-expansion. I was proud, Seif and Power were pleased, and my dear, sweet Miles was amused. … New Year’s party to remember, warm crowd, lots of congratulations. Warm, loving evening all around as neighbors came and went, my ex and her intended, my daughter, the boys and Seif. One of his attorneys dropped by with champagne. Decided to marry after Mile’s graduation in June. By this time, Power was thirteen, my son almost eighteen, they stood about the same height, both dark-haired, same glow of health. Noticed they were learning from each other, taking videos during our announcement, coordinating the food and drinks. Thought that was odd, they even cleaned up after everyone left and did it in record time. Around one in the morning we were done, and all the guests were gone. The boys told us they were staying up to watch a pop music special on the hits of last year. Seif and I went upstairs. We began making a few notes as we lay in bed, we both wanted to add our children to our vows. He wanted to make sure I would guide Power along in life after he passed, I wanted my boy and girl to have plenty of support for their journeys. We quietly made a few notes, I went downstairs for water. Stopped on the stairs as I saw Miles kneeling behind a crouched Power. No wonder they wanted to shut things down so quickly. Sneaked back upstairs to tell Seif. He followed me down the stairs on tiptoe. We watched from the darkness. In the flickering light of the television, my son caressed the slender form of Power, pulled his cheeks apart to watch himself enter the tiny hole that had enchanted me. I’d always been afraid to go further than fingering. Beside Mile’s knee, on the floor, sat a bottle of olive oil, my imported oil. He carefully poured some in his palm and dripped it on the short cleft opened in front of him. “Hurry!” Power told him, seemed the boy was always rushing toward his orgasm. “Hold on.” Miles was trying to take control but the oil on top of his excitement was making it a difficult. Palm flat on Power’s back, he stroked along the cleft and into Power’s butt cheeks to remove the extra slipperiness. “His first time.” Seif whispered and kissed my ear. We stayed still, fascinated by the sight unfolding ahead of us. Not disappointed, as they spoke softly, moved little in the half-darkness. Miles was not a reticent lover like I’d been, but not aggressive. The two moved together slowly through their experimentation of flesh and nerves. Took a silent, quick breath when Miles finally penetrated the kid. Power was still. Miles was still, only stroking along Power’s ribs, his back. I felt Seif’s hand around my waist. Dropped my hand to my side and searched his pajama bottoms. He was as hard as me watching our boys. Not pushing quickly, Miles was in, he moved his hips around, eyes closed. Power made soft moans. “Shhh.” Miles whispered, as a sheen of moisture made a glowing patina on his skin, changing colors as the video images changed behind him. In fine teen form, he began humping against the narrow hips, short thrusts, leaned his head back several times, stopped. When he stopped, Power shoved his butt back against him. “Don’t do that, I don’t want to cum yet.” Too late, though, Miles shoved once more and started his release with a soft groan grabbing Power’s waist and feeling his own cum burst around his glans inside the boy’s tight tunnel. A few more pumps, the living room blossomed with the smell of boy-bum and teen cum. Then he reached under the cushion of the sofa and pulled out my rainbow bandana. So that’s where it went — it was his cum rag! Miles lay beside Power, catching his breath after he wiped the boy’s rear. Not having been satisfied, the boy straddled Mile’s face and began humping, “Sucky! Harder.” I saw Miles hand caress, then tug the small nuts, and take one of my favorite cocks in his mouth. He may have bruised Mile’s lips with the pounding. “He likes it hard and fast, son.” I mentally cheered my boy toward releasing his last few drops of cum. Then I turned to Seif, “Should we?” “No. Leave them alone to enjoy themselves.” We sneaked back upstairs and played “big brother-little brother” before we fell asleep. … Spring break came. Seif and Power spent most of the week with the attorneys getting their papers in order, Miles came to work with me a few days, hauling coffee and pastries. He met friends on the basketball courts and was in and out during the days. Lined up another summer job with the AI camp, all was going well. I did the Spring cleaning without help. Steam cleaning the carpets, washing the windows, dusting the louvered shutters throughout the house… Every thirty minutes or so, I did another wash, dried another basketful. As I held my son’s briefs in my hand, ready to start another load, I sniffed. I know, gross habit and I considered it a tip for my fluff and fold services — all the briefs got a sniff, tee shirts too, if I had the time. As I took a deep breath, face covered with dark blue, rather fancy briefs, Miles came through the door with a handful of dirty socks. “What are you doing?” Caught. “Just checking to see how much softener to use.” I fumbled red-faced. “You were sniffing my underwear.” He shot me a look and grabbed his briefs, inspecting them, then taking a whiff for himself. “When did you start using softener?” Couldn’t do anything but grin and load the washer. He came behind me, embraced me, kissed my neck, “Thanks for doing my laundry. I love living here.” “Thanks for being here and…” I turned, took his face in my hands and kissed his lips. Can’t recall the series of events clearly after that, but my son kissed me like Seif kissed me. His hands went under my shirt and we made out, while he teased my nipples. Before long I was standing half naked, leaning on the edge of the washer with my son at my groin. Lips covered my hot shaft and his hand went to my balls, as his tongue played in my slit. Trembled, I sighed several times. He began sucking, licking, tugging with urgency. Leaned on my left arm and took my right hand to his head, “Such a beautiful man, wonderful son, and I love you.” My hips started moving in time with his downstroke, and my knees almost buckled when his fingers reached around and opened my cleft, “Yes, son. My gorgeous boy. Always have loved you, just didn’t know how much or how to give you the comfort…” Dizzying feeling to have him so close, and now so intimate. I wanted him to fuck me, and couldn’t bring myself to break the coursing of my jism ready to rush into his throat. “I love you. Forgive me.” He stood to kiss me with a mouth full of my cum. “Forgiven and more.” … It was a tight fit when Miles moved in that fall. Had to remodel the laundry into a sunroom that became a bedroom. Still little privacy and cramped but a murphy bed made it work. The tiny room became the cave for our sons’ sports equipment during the day and their nest at night. Seif and I felt it was cozy because it was close and cozy. For me, life was no longer about what I had or what I could buy, instead keeping the people I loved close for as long as I could. The shotgun taught us patience and acceptance, a deeper appreciation of each other. Life improved for all of us. … Like an artifact from a potter centuries ago, the designs scratched on my soul when I was young made me unique. Those scars made a pattern, measured my changes. Not gentle hands that reached out to imprint deep grooves at hard angles. I’d put some of them there myself. No wonder I was so unsettled as a child, the times were rigid, and artists reflect their eras. Those scars don’t belong on any living thing yet every culture has them. As vessels, life gave us scratches, we were broken, scraped and it was love that repaired us, our appreciation for each other buffing us back to our whole selves, able to continue functioning as we were created to. My past discomfort was mine, every scratch and line made me who I was. Those grooves and scars were cherished by an old Egyptian; the only person on the planet who could appreciate them the way I did. That’s what I told myself and went on to enjoy my life, love the people around me, and the lives held close inside this old ail
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