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Subject: Raising Boys 24 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at hoo Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 24 I opened the door to find Alejandro and his three boys holding containers which, judging by the wonderful fragrance, contained Mexican dishes. *quot;Alejandro, my friend!*quot; I said, `you didn't need to bring food. We have plenty but if it tastes as good as it smells, you can bet it will get eaten up in this house!*quot; The guys came in and followed me to the kitchen. After putting their food onto the bar, Alejandro turned to his middle son and proudly put his hand on the boy's shoulder. *quot;Rob, you have met my older son and my younger son. This is Yugo. He is, I think the same age as your older son,*quot; he said. This kid was fucking beautiful. He had the same smooth skin and black eyes as his father and his brothers, but this kid was sturdy and he had a mop of curly black hair framing his features. Alejandro's wife must have been a beauty because these guys got some major genes. I really wanted to just stop and look at him for a while, but I thought that might not be a great plan. I reached a hand out to shake, but the lad pulled me in for a hug. I had forgotten momentarily that Alejandro's boys are as affectionate as my own. At that point, Ren, Jack, Donald, Landry and Flynn came in. All of them had towels wrapped around their waists, which I thought was a wise move. Necessary introductions were made and hugs were exchanged. *quot;The Valdez family brought food and it smells terrific,*quot; I announced. No one may even want to touch the bar-b-q after they smell this. I suggested we might want to relax a bit before we had lunch as the potatoes were not quite finished baking. Alejandro, Stewart and I grabbed beers while the boys had water and sodas. Alejandro helped me put his food into the warmer ovens, as did Stew. *quot;Daddy, can we swim some more till it's time to eat.*quot; Landry asked. *quot;Of course you can. Invite your guests to join you. Javi spoke up first. *quot;Dad said we wouldn't need bathing suits and that you and your boys swim nude.*quot; *quot;Your dad is right, Javi!*quot; I said. *quot;So no one needs a bathing suit. I anyone would prefer wearing a suit, we have plenty, so just let me know and we'll find one in your size.*quot; No one requested a swimsuit. I realized if everyone just started losing clothes all over the house, it could be frustrating later to try to sort that out. I suggested Ren take Javi and Yugo to his room to undress. I suggested they could fold their clothes and put them on Ren's bed. Jack and Donald volunteered to take little Yarro up to Landry's room to do the same. I handed each of the guys a large towel as they headed up the stairs. Of course Ren, Jack and Donald already had their towels around their waists. Flynn and Landry weren't even bothering with towels at this point and were just running around naked. With all the boys headed upstairs, that left just Alejandro, Stew and me in the kitchen. We clicked our bottles and then took nice, long hits on our beers and savored the taste and the coolness. *quot;Pastor, your service was perfect today,*quot; Alejandro said. It was the most meaningful service I have ever been to. I was deeply touched and both my older boys felt the same way.*quot; *quot;You'll get no argument from me,*quot; I said. *quot;I thought it was just remarkable. The way you had everything cleared except the cross rising from the lilies. It was stunning.*quot; *quot;I can't take credit for that, Stew said. *quot;I had the idea what I wanted but the man standing with us is the one who made it happen.*quot; *quot;You mean Alejandro?*quot; I asked. *quot;Yes indeed. He is my miracle man.*quot; *quot;How in the world did you do it?*quot; I asked. *quot;Well, if you remember in our sanctuary the cross was suspended from cables. I had a friend weld a two-pronged base on to it and we sunk it into the ground about twenty feet so that it would stand straight. Javi, Yugo, and I poured concrete enough to stabilize it. The rest was easy.*quot; *quot;You must work twenty-four hours a day,*quot; I said. *quot;Not at all,*quot; he said. *quot;I feel free to work later when my boys are working with me, but I make it a point to make sure they don't get overtired and always to make sure their studies are done. We finished about ten o'clock last night and it made all three of us proud when we saw it. We are together every night. They are my life and I wouldn't change it for the world. When I lost my wife, I made the decision I would not be one of those fathers who starts looking for his next wife or girlfriend. My only interest in raising my boys to be the best they can be.*quot; *quot;Your boys are certainly a handsome group,*quot; I said. *quot;But the beauty is that they are even more well-mannered and polite than they are beautiful. That speaks well of you as a father. *quot;Thank you, Rob,*quot; he said. *quot;They are all good boys. I have not had a problem out of a single one of them yet. But I am vigilant. I think we have to be watchful. A boy can go off the tracks in such a hurry. I saw it happen with my brother in Honduras.*quot; *quot;Rob said you were raised with six brothers,*quot; Stewart said. *quot;Yes, indeed,*quot; Alejandro said. *quot;My father was a botanist and we were raised on a large farm just outside Tegucigalpa. It was really idyllic. We had a stream on the farm with a beautiful waterfall and I would swim with my brothers every day. Often my dad would come home from work and join us. It was great growing up there. My brothers and I were so close. We never wore bathing suits, which is why I was so happy when Rob invited us here to swim. I think it promotes closeness. To be honest, when the boys and I were living alone, we rarely wore clothes in the house. We have been careful since living in your house, Pastor, to cover our bodies not to offend Maria.*quot; *quot;Thank you for doing that, Alejandro. Maria is a young thing. She just turned nineteen and has always lived with her family. I think seeing a bunch of naked dicks swinging around might scare her to death,*quot; Stewart chuckled. I wasn't so sure the preacher was right on this. I had gotten the feeling Maria might just have a crush on a hairy, swinging daddy dick, but I knew it would all shake out in time. At that point Jack and Donald came down carrying naked boys. Donald was carrying Flynn and Jack had Landry and Yarro. Each of the boys reached out to his father and we each took our boys in our arms. Landry started covering my face and head with kisses so the other two did the same. Alejandro started tickling Yarro, so a tickle fest began. The boys were giggling wildly. Then Alejandro held his boy over his head and started kissing and licking his underarms. That sent the kid wild. Alejandro kissed him under his little arms and kissed him on his chest and his little nipples, then down his tummy. Yarro was giggling wildly when I saw Alejandro kiss Yarro's little uncut penis, I was shocked, but tried not to let on. The boys were giggling wildly as we kissed and licked their little bodies. I was a little afraid all three boys might start peeing when Ren finally came downstairs with Javi and Yugo. All three we wearing towels wrapped at the waists. Javi was handsome and I could see dark black hair at his pits. It didn't look as thick as Ren's but it was quite nice. His skin was dark and smooth. Then I caught a look at Yugo. This was a thirteen year old who could almost match my kid in development. He had thick, jet black pit hair and he was even getting a few right in the center of his chest. He was sprouting dark hair on his forearms. This was a boy in puberty right on the cusp of manhood. I wondered if he was doing some weight training because his pecs were well-developed. He had a strong little body on him and his curly black hair framed a beautiful face. Yugo took naked Yarro from his dad as Ren took Landry from me and Donald took Flynn from Stewart. They all headed out to the pool for a quick swim before lunch. I handed the dads another beer just as the phone rang. It was for Stewart so he went into the library to take the call. As he closed the library door, Alejandro gave me a big smile. *quot;I'm glad you came into Pastor's life,*quot; he said. That surprised me. *quot;What do you mean, Alejandro,*quot; I asked. *quot;I have known this man for over a year now,*quot; he began. *quot;I saw him struggle with having a child come into his life. He was really having trouble with that. He was having a difficult time dealing with trouble in the congregation. He was a good preacher. He has real talent. But lately I've seen him happy. He has become not just a preacher but a pastor. That is because he has experienced being loved and loving. It changes people. You know that, Rob.*quot; *quot;Alejandro, you are a very perceptive, smart man. I do love Stewart. Like you, I am not looking for a relationship. My job is to raise my boys. I think the three of us have that in common. I don't see myself as nearly a great father as you are. There's so much I can learn from you about loving my boys. You've been doing it for a lot longer and Stewart and I can both learn so much from you. I'll admit I was a little shocked a few minutes ago when I saw you kiss little Yarro's penis. It startled me. But when I heard his giggles, I realized it was just an expression of the love you have for your son. I'll be honest with you. I had been really upset because this morning I was showering with my younger son. I soaped up his little penis, as I always do. When I was washing it, I started to rinse but he put my hand back on him. I rubbed him and moved his foreskin back and forth and he had a little dry climax. I was startled because I honestly didn't know boys so young could do that. I felt guilty but I couldn't understand why I felt guilty.*quot; He came to me and drew me in for a hug. *quot;It's so sad that we have allowed ourselves to be shamed. What you did for your son this morning was a beautiful expression of your love. I was raised with six brothers and we were all touching each other before we ever started growing pubes. It is the most natural thing in the world. My brothers taught me to kiss. My brothers taught me to do all the things that boys do together. Our father joined in as he had with his own brothers. Rob, do not feel guilty. Never let anyone make you feel guilty about any act of love you show your own sons or anyone else. When my wife died, Javi was ten. He had often slept with my wife and me, but after her death he was in my bed every night. We have always slept naked. Our penises got hard. I never minded him rubbing his penis on me, whether it was hard or soft. I never initiated anything, I always just allowed him to do what he felt like doing. I never denied him anything. The first time I bathed him after my wife died I started to soap his little penis. I had retracted the foreskin several times and he had a little dry cum. I had forgotten how good it felt when my brothers and my father would do it for me. The first time Yugo had one was when he was six. As far as I know, Yarro hasn't had one yet. But sometimes his brothers wash him so it could have happened and they forgot to tell me. We don't hesitate to express love in our home. I will admit I would love to give Yarro his first but I have been very busy lately and I depend on his older brothers more than I should. I remember the first time I woke up in the night with Javi's hand on me. I was hard and he began to stroke me. It felt good and you can imagine what happened. Then one night I woke up and he had his mouth on me. It was beautiful. It was natural. It is normal. My middle son, Yugo started getting curious shortly after he had his first dry climax. He started playing with Javi and me about that time. I have escort kocaeli no problem with any of it. I think it is natural and normal. I love to see my boys kiss. I love kissing my boys. My only request has been that they not have sex openly in front of their little brother until he expresses an interest. Kids should be allowed to experiment at their own pace. My boys love each other and they will teach their baby brother when the time comes.*quot; *quot;Alejandro, you are an amazing man and an amazing father. Stewart and I can learn from you,*quot; I said. We were sharing a hug when Stewart came back into the kitchen. He said it was Michael, the lawyer for Donald's father. He said it was urgent that he speak with me and Donald today. I told him we would be here all afternoon so he could come by anytime. I told him we had guests for lunch and an afternoon swim and there might be a pool full of naked boys. He just laughed and asked if he could bring his son with him. I told him of course but I'm not sure whether he was kidding. *quot;The more, the merrier,*quot; I said. We all shared a laugh. *quot;What do you think this is about, Stewart?*quot; I asked. *quot;I really have no idea. I just want to make sure we protect Donald at all costs.*quot; *quot;Please let me know how I can be of help to you or to that beautiful boy,*quot; Alejandro added. *quot;When he spoke of his father, my older boys and I were in tears. There was just so much love there. We could all see how they loved each other. I don't know how he could have spoken before all those people without shedding a tear. That took remarkable courage. It was almost as if his father was present, giving him courage.*quot; *quot;His father was there,*quot; Stewart said. We both had puzzled expressions. His father was in the silver urn on the communion table and he is now in your library. Stewart said Michael had brought the ashes to him before the morning service. He was contacted by the funeral home that they were ready and he had claimed them before the widow could get her hands on them. Michael said that Donald's father had been very clear about his wishes and it is his intention to see that Bill's wishes are followed at every step. I could tell he was concerned about tomorrow. The widow has a service planned with Ron Fee officiating. I don't know what she's been told or when she is likely to find out.*quot; *quot;I saw the obituary in the morning paper. It mentioned the service with Rev. Fee officiating. The surprising thing for me is that they didn't even mention Donald. Survivors were listed as his widow, his daughter, Janet, and her husband, Reginald,*quot; I said. *quot;Reginald?*quot; Stew and Alejandro asked at the same time. We all chuckled. *quot;Alejandro, I know this all sounds mysterious and confusing and it is. Suffice it to say that Mr. Armour's will is not going to make for a happy widow when she and her daughter get the news. If Rev. Fee thinks he's getting a big payday out of this, he will stir the pot. It could get ugly. We will protect Donald at any cost,*quot; Stewart said. *quot;Please let me know if my boys and I can do anything to help out. He is a special boy and he had a special father,*quot; Alejandro said. Stewart gave him a hug. I was a little concerned as it looked like the bandage on Stewart's head was loose. I called him over and had him bend down a bit so I could check it. I removed the bandage and the stitches looked fine. There was a bit of redness, so I put a dab of antibiotic cream on it and redressed it. When I finished, I kissed him. He kissed me back before he realized Alejandro was standing there watching us. Stewart had a momentary look of panic until he saw the smile on our friend's face. *quot;Remember what you said this morning, Pastor?*quot; Alejandro asked. *quot;To love another person is to see the face of God.*quot; *quot;Amen,*quot; I said. We shared a hug as the timer on the oven went off, indicating the baked potatoes were ready to serve. All three of us got busy getting food ready to serve. I had put two tables together on the patio so we could eat outside. I figured that would be more fun as the boys could eat without having to get dressed. Stewart handed fresh beers to me and to Alejandro and started pouring tea for the older boys and juice for the younger ones. We set out a buffet on the counter and it looked and smelled amazing. We had hot bar-b-q with baked potatoes, sour cream, shredded cheese and chives as well as cold potato salad and hot baked beans. In addition, we had tamales, enchiladas, refried beans, and Mexican rice, and an enormous green salad with guacamole dressing. It was an amazing spread and the Mexican food was the best I had ever eaten. I asked who had prepared it and he said he and his boys did it. He said they loved to cook and it was a fun thing to do together. We called the guys in to fix plates and they all came in with towels wrapped around their waists, except the three youngest who were bare. When we all had our plates loaded, we went to the patio where we had put two tables together and covered them with a white cloth. There was a very gentle breeze, making the ends of the cloth flutter gently. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. Another beautiful Alabama fall day. Once we all found our places I asked Stewart if he would bless our food. Stewart said he would be glad to do so but, as he had been praying all morning, he offered the opportunity to pray to anyone else who would like to do so. I was surprised when my older son volunteered. *quot;Can we join hands*quot;,*quot; Ren asked. We did exactly that, forming a circle of boys and men together, as Ren began with the words he had heard Pastor use earlier. *quot;Father-Mother God, we thank you for this beautiful day. We thank you for roofs over our heads, soft beds and food for our tummies. We thank you for great dads who love us and for families and for brothers whether they're born brothers or adopted brothers. We ask that you bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies and teach us to love, because to love another person is to see the face of God. Amen.*quot; The lump in my throat was so huge I couldn't possibly have spoken. I managed to look at Alejandro and Stewart and both had wet eyes. I walked over to Ren and, while I couldn't speak, I hugged him for all he was worth. I finally released him, but before he sat down, he held up his glass of soda and said,*quot; I'd like to say a toast to our adopted brothers, Donald and Jack.*quot; We all raised and clicked our glasses, which was new to the younger three boys, who sloshed a lot of juice and applauded. Donald and Jack looked happy. Hell, we all looked happy. We had seated the three younger boys at one end of the table and Stewart and Alejandro sat on either side of me at the other end. We talked about how the church had come through after the storm. Stewart said people had stepped up to help out whom he would never have expected to do so. Alejandro said he wished he could help out more. He talked a bit about his life growing up with six brothers and how he would love to have a farm where he could raise a hundred sons. The boys were seated on each side of the table and I noticed Ren seemed to be enjoying his conversations with Yugo. Javi was on the other side of him and across from them were Donald and Jack. All of the boys seemed to get along well. I heard discussions of swimming. It turned out Javi would be playing soccer on the school team while Yugo would wrestling on the middle school team. Ren said he was considering trying out for the wrestling team and Jack pointed out that his swim coach would be working as an assistant for the wrestling team, I thought Yugo had a great build for wrestling. I was certain he was doing some weight training, based on his muscular pecs and biceps. It was a very relaxed group who seemed comfortable with their own bodies and being around the bodies of other males. I saw none of the phony posturing that is so common among boys and men. It was a comfortable group and a terrific lunch. We all ate until we were full. I told them I had cheesecake and cupcakes for dessert but I had no takers. We decided to defer dessert until after more swimming. As we all finished, the boys cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher then headed back to the pool. Stewart, Alejandro and I put away the leftover food and grabbed beers. I asked both dads if they wanted to join the boys in the pool. Both said yes, but before we could get out the door, the doorbell rang. I went to answer and it was Michael. He introduced me to his son, Michael Jr., whom everyone calls Mikie. He was a cute, well-mannered boy with his blonde hair cut very short. Michael said Stewart had invited him to bring Mikie to swim. He said he and his son really enjoyed skinny-dipping when they went camping, so he decided to bring him along. Stewart came into the foyer and greeted Michael and I nodded for them to go to the library while I took Mikie up to Ren's room to ditch his clothes and grab a towel. Stewart grabbed a couple of beers and he and Michael disappeared into the library. Mikie followed me upstairs. He was a pleasant kid who never seemed to meet a stranger. He told me he had just started seventh grade and that he liked his school. He said he was taking tennis lessons at the country club and he really liked that. He also told me his dad had played tennis in college and he was very good. Mikie was uncertain whether he would ever be as good at the sport as his dad. I guided him into Ren's room and nodded toward the bathroom where I expected he would go and undress. Instead the boy proceeded to strip his clothes off in front of me as he continued chatting without missing a beat. He took off his tee shirt and I could see his little pits were totally smooth. Not a trace of hair there. He sat down to take off his shoes and socks then stood up and started to take his shorts down. He was wearing shorts with an elastic waist. I figured he would turn his back to me, but he didn't. I was getting a vibe that this kid was enjoying taking off his clothes in front of me. He was a cute kid and I really loved his outgoing personality. I also liked that he was so comfortable with his body in spite of the fact he had not yet begun to mature. He stood right in front of me as he pulled down his white jockey briefs. He had a couple of wispy blonde hairs. I guessed this was a very recent development and he seemed to want to make sure I saw it. He pulled his tighty whities to his knees, and then he paused as if he had an itch on his back. He paused to reach around to scratch. Then he turned his back to me as he took his underwear off, making sure to give me a nice view of his little pink hole as he pulled each leg out of the underwear. When he turned back around he had his little cut cock in his hand. He looked at me innocently, telling me he needed to pee. I nodded toward the bathroom. He went in without closing the door. I watched him as he peed and he watched me watch him. When he finished, he took a long time to shake the final drops off then he headed back toward me. I threw him a towel, expecting him to wrap it around his waist. He didn't. Instead he draped it around his neck. *quot;I'm ready to swim now,*quot; he said with a cute little smile. I led him back downstairs where Alejandro was alone. While I had been away he had undressed and he now had a towel around his waist. I hated I had missed watching him undress as I had been wanting to see his body. What I could see was better even than I had expected. He had very thick hair on his chest. It was dark black with no sign at all of graying yet. It extended without a break into a wide patch of hair above his navel. He was a hot man and he had muscles that weren't the result of hours in a gym but of hard work. His biceps were huge and hard. I could see kocaeli anal yapan escort how all his sons were so handsome. I introduced him to Mikey. He greeted the lad. They realized they had seen one another at church, but they had never met. Mikey said he went to the same school as Yugo but he was a grade behind him. I was unbuttoning my shirt with the intention of getting naked when Stewart called me to the library. *quot;Alejandro, will you take Mikey out to the pool and make introductions, please?*quot; *quot;Of course,*quot; he said, as he guided the naked boy toward the door. I went into the library and handed fresh beers to Stewart and Michael. *quot;Thanks, Michael said. Looks like you were about to join the skinny-dippers,*quot; he said, noticing my unbuttoned shirt. *quot;Yep, you barely caught me,*quot; I said. *quot;First, let me thank you for letting Mikie join your boys. When I told him, he was so excited. I have told Stewart that Mikie and I have had a special relationship since his mom and I divorced, almost two years ago. It is something I never expected, it just happened after his mom left me. The kid has saved my life. I was suicidal when I learned she had a lover. It's been a hard road, but we have survived and now we both are thriving,*quot; he said. *quot;Until today, Bill was the only person I shared this with. When he came to me to attend to all his legal matters, he shared with me about his relationship with his son. I broke down and told him about my own situation. He helped me deal with a lot of the guilt I was feeling. That is one reason I am so determined to do right by Bill's son. When I heard about Bill's death, I went directly to their home. I was worried about how Donald might be treated. Shirley was hateful to me. I never heard the likes of what she said about her husband. She said her daughter and son-in-law would be moving in with her and that son of hers would never set foot on the property again. I was so relieved when I heard Donald was with Stewart. I knew we could take care of him and make things right, the way my friend would have wanted. I had hoped we could buy a little time, but Shirley's behavior has made that impossible. I need to speak with Donald but I wanted both of you present. It is my job to appoint someone to handle the kid's affairs, but I really want Donald's input. My plan is to go to a judge in the morning to file the will. I plan to get an emergency court order to immediately seize possession of everything on their property. I know I can get approval to appoint a manager for the business. He trusted the manager who has been with him for years so I believe we can have him run things, at least for a while. I think we ought to play hardball. I'm not sure Donald will be able to do that. Shirley is due at my office tomorrow at one o'clock, just before she goes to the service Rev. Fee is doing. I will tell her about the will. That will not be pretty. Rev. Fee may even be with her and he will stir the pot if he thinks there's a payoff in the deal for him. I am proposing that I get an order from a judge in the morning so that, while Shirley and Janet and Janet's husband are in my office, a sheriff's deputy can enter the property with a locksmith, changing all the locks. She will not be able to return to the property and I am certain I can get a restraining order on the three of them, given Stewart's injury. I think she is dangerous and I am certain that son-in-law is dangerous. The wild card is Donald. I think we should get the boy in here and discuss my recommendations. If he is agreeable, we take the steps I have outlined. I need to know right now if either of you think I'm being unreasonable. *quot;I hate to see it get this ugly this fast,*quot; Stewart began, *quot;but I think the steps you have outlined are essential to protecting the boy's interests, as well as the boy's physical safety. Rob, what do you think?*quot; *quot;Absolutely,*quot; I said. *quot;I dealt with a crazy woman when I had to throw the boy's grandmother out of my home. It was tough but it was the only way I could deal with it for the sake of my sons. I know it seems harsh to cut the widow off with nothing but if she realizes she has absolutely nothing she will get on a plane with her daughter and son-in-law and go back to Indiana. If Donald chooses to gift her something in the future he can do so, but there will be time to negotiate those things. The knowledge that any material possessions could be dependent on her behavior could be helpful.*quot; *quot;Exactly my thinking,*quot; Michael said. *quot;The best outcome would be for the widow and her daughter and son-in-law to go directly from their service with Rev. Fee to the airport and leave town. Do you think we should send someone with the deputy to pack a bag for Ms. Boyd and her daughter when they go to change the locks?*quot; *quot;While the widow and her minions are at the service might be a great time to take Donald to pack his things,*quot; Stewart said. *quot;Plus, we will have a deputy with us. We can be out of there by the time t he service is over We can also pack up Janet and Moose's' things as well as clothes for Mrs. Boyd. *quot;Good thinking,*quot; I said. *quot;If their things are packed there will be absolutely no excuse for any of them to set foot on the property after the service. You guys do know the widder is probably going to blow her shit, don't you?*quot; *quot;That is a very strong possibility. I can handle all the legal stuff if you guys will just take care of Donald,*quot; he said. *quot;I would never forgive myself if anything happened to that child.*quot; *quot;Neither would we, Michael,*quot; Stewart said. *quot;You can bet one of us will have eyes on him at all times until we know he's safe. I've seen what that crazy bitch can do,*quot; he said as he laughed and rubbed his bandaged head. *quot;Why don't I go out and fetch our boy while you guys freshen our beers?*quot; *quot;Great,*quot; I said as I led Michael to the kitchen. We grabbed beers as well as one for Stew and a bottle of water for Donald. We walked to the patio doors and watched the boys swimming. They were diving off the board and splashing and having a great time. Jack and Javi had Yugo and Alejandro on their shoulder playing horse as Stewart approached. Donald was over in the shallow end doing a little swimming lesson with the younger boys. *quot;What a beautiful sight,*quot; Michael said. *quot;You're a lucky man.*quot; *quot;Michael, we're all lucky men. We have healthy, smart boys who love us and who know we'd do anything for them. I hope you and Mikie won't be strangers now.*quot; *quot;That's a promise,*quot; he said. *quot;If we can get finished, I'd love to join the swimmers,*quot; he said. As we headed back to the library, I noticed a definite tent in his pants. I had one too. Donald had wrapped a towel around his waist by the time he got to the library. He had offered to get dressed, but we told him that was not necessary. Michael outlined where things stood. He told him that, if Donald approved, he would be filing some legal papers in the morning to protect all the properties and assets as his father had intended. He told the boy that his mother and the other two were scheduled to come to his office and what they would be told before the service. He also told him about the plan to go to the home to change locks so that his mother would not be able to go back after the service. Donald sat there and seemed to grasp everything Michael had told him. Then Michael told him that he would like the boy's input on a person to acts as his executor/overseer for the estate until he reaches the age his dad had recommended. Donald looked at me. *quot;This is a lot like what you're doing for Jack, isn't it?*quot; he asked. *quot;Jack told me last night about all you had done for him with setting up the trusts and working with the lawyer to look out for his interests. He said you were pretty amazing. I know that Jack trusts you. I know that Coach trusts you. I know that Pastor trusts you. Is there any way you would consider doing this for me,*quot; he asked. His eyes were clear, but mine were not. *quot;Of course I will do that for you, son,*quot; I said. My boys have already adopted you. Now I get to do the same.*quot; He came over to me and said, *quot;Thank you, Rob.*quot; I could see that Stewart and Michael were teary. Donald was the only one who wasn't. This boy had something special in him. I could only imagine how his dad must have loved him. We all sat back down. Then Stewart walked to the credenza behind my desk and picked up the silver urn which had been in church earlier. He handed it to Michael who, in turn handed it to Donald. *quot;These are your dad's ashes, son,*quot; he said. He specifically said you were to get them because you two had discussed what he wanted done with them. Your mother doesn't know this either. She expects them to be at the service tomorrow. It is one more thing for her to be unhappy about, but this is what your dad wanted and I plan to carry out all of his wishes to the best of my ability. Donald took the urn and placed it on the desk in front of him. *quot;Yes, my dad and I discussed this,*quot; the boy said. We were able to get away to the beach one weekend by ourselves and we had the best time ever. We were out on the beach late one night. He was having a beer and he told me if something ever happened to him, he wanted me to bring his ashes there and scatter them. I will do that, Michael. I know I can never repay any of you for all you are doing for me. Stewart almost got killed by my crazy mother. I can promise you that I will never do anything to shame any of you and I will always do my best to make all of you and my father proud of me.*quot; *quot;My son, you are an amazing boy,*quot; I said. *quot;Now are any of you dads ready to hit the pool with these boys?*quot; *quot;Try to stop me,*quot; Michael said as he started to unbuckle his belt. Donald was laughing hilariously as the three of us, all grown men, started throwing off articles of clothing leaving a trail through the kitchen and out over the patio, down to the pool. All three of us cannonballed into the water as beautiful Donald hit the diving board and executed a smooth, graceful dive. We had great fun n the pool. All of the adults and older boys played splashdown with the three little ones until our arms were exhausted. Then we did it some more. We played horse, where one guy would sit on another guys shoulders and another pair would try to knock the rider off into the water. It was all good natured fun. All the wrestling around and friction led to a number of semi hardons and a couple of full erections. I noticed Michael and his son were very touchy-feely guys. Michael was another ginger and I assumed his wife had been blonde as Mikey's hair was as blonde as my younger son's. Michael had a little bit of ginger hair on his chest and in his pits but his bush was not remarkable. I found it a bit unusual that Michael was uncut while his boy had a cute little uncut cock. I noticed that Michael seemed attracted to Alejandro, but who wouldn't be? He had looked great shirtless and what he had below the waist matched it. He had a wild, thick black pubic bush and a heavy-looking uncut cock. It wasn't extremely long but had nice girth. I loved the long foreskin that hung puckered at the end of his dark dick. I remembered his story about how Javi had put his mouth on it while he was sleeping and I was having to deal with a hard dick of my own. Javi looked great without clothes as well. He had dark, hairy pits but only a few dark hairs right in the middle of his chest. His dick was about the same length as his father's but it wasn't quite as thick. He had a thick bush but it was obviously trimmed and not growing wild like his father's. I wondered why he had chosen to trim his bush and thought there must be a story there. As freely as his dad seemed to be in talking about all things male, I resolved izmit yabancı escort to find out the story behind Javi's neatly trimmed pubes. The two of them could have easily passed as brothers and it was a pleasure to look at them. Neither of them had any problem with touching other male bodies either and I saw Alejandro playfully grab the younger boy several times. The real surprise of the day was Yugo. He had a thick, dark, wild bush and pits almost as bushy as Ren's. He had no visible hair growth on his chest but the surprise was his dick. It was one of the longest I had ever seen with a long, puckered foreskin. It was almost twice as long as his dad's and I wondered if he knew how to use it. There was no visible hair growth on his butt cheeks yet, but I thought his hole might be as hairy as my older son's. Watching all these sexy boys and men in the pool had me horny as a goat. I debated sneaking in to secretly beat my meat, but I was hoping for more play with Stewart at bedtime. I watched my boy Jack and thought about his warm tight ass wrapped around my cock and remembered the feel of Stewart's finger rubbing against my prostate. I remembered my baby boy's dry cum in the shower this morning and how happy it had made him. I remembered back to the day I gave Ren his shaver and helping him get off in the shower. I was unbelievably lucky to have this many terrific guys in my life and I hoped it would be a long time before I would even slow down. I watched Donald playing in the pool with the other guys and I realized I didn't even know if he was cut or uncut. I'd caught glimpses of him but hadn't had a chance to take a nice, long look. I knew he had enjoyed a loving daddy and he had really seemed attracted to Coach. I wondered how he would respond to me sexually or to Stew or if Stew would be willing to play with these boys. I was lost in my sexual thoughts when my older son swam over to me. *quot;Dad, can I talk to you about something?*quot; he said. *quot;Of course you can,*quot; I told him. *quot;Do you think we might walk down to the guest house,*quot; he asked softly. *quot;I don't think that would be a problem,*quot; I told him. I swam over and asked Jack, who had no problem with it. I swam back over to Ren and pulled myself up and out of the pool, being as discrete as possible about my hardon. Ren seemed hesitant to leave the pool. I held a towel out to him so he could cover himself with it as soon as he left the pool. We wrapped the towels around our waists and started down the path to the guest house. It was obvious both of us were hard from all the naked play in the pool, and in my case, al the sexy thoughts. *quot;Dad,*quot; he began. *quot;I've been thinking about the shaving my body thing. I've had a hard time with it but I think I've made a decision. Will it disappoint you if I do shave it,*quot; he asked? *quot;Oh, son, no!*quot; I told him. We were at the door at that point. I punched the code and opened the door. I guided him over to the bed and sat him beside me. *quot;What makes you think I would be mad or disappointed?*quot; I asked him. *quot;Well, I know you've said how great you think I look and how proud you are of me. I was afraid if I changed, you might not like me as much,*quot; he said quietly. *quot;Son, let me tell you something,*quot; I said. *quot;I will love you and admire you, no matter what you do. You are a beautiful boy and a few hairs certainly won't change the way I feel about you in the least. I adore you and I always will, whether you're hairy as an ape or smooth as a newborn baby.*quot; He smiled. He told me he had been thinking about it and he had talked to Jack and Bradley and Donald. He said none of them would tell him whether to shave or not. They all said it is his decision. I was glad to hear that. *quot;I had pretty much decided I didn't want to do it until I swam that good time the other day. Now I feel almost like I owe it to the team to do the very best I can. If shaving helps me to do that, then I'm willing to do it. After it will grow back, won't it?*quot; he asked. *quot;Of course it will, son,*quot; I said. You may even like it so much you want to keep it smooth. Some guys prefer to keep their bodies smooth.*quot; *quot;I don't think I'll want that. I love the way you look and feel, dad. I really want my body to be like yours and feel like yours. I put my arm around him and pulled him close to me. He began to stroke my chest, gently swirling the hair. It felt good and I knew where we were headed. I didn't care. Alejandro was right about everything he had said earlier. I leaned down and kissed him. I gave him my tongue and he sucked on it hungrily. I was rock hard and I knew he was too. I began to stroke his smooth chest and touch his nipples which were hard as little stones. I knew we were ready for this. I leaned back on the bed taking him with me. We kissed for several minutes as I stroked his shoulders, his chest, his arms. Then I raised his arms and licked his beautiful pits. He tasted and smelled clean and fresh with a very subtle hint of chlorine. I couldn't stop now. I got on my knees beside the bead and ripped our towels off. I stood up and moved him up to the center of the bed. Then I opened his legs and began to rub them from the ankles to his furry thighs. He was putting on muscle from all the swimming and his blonde fur felt wonderful to my daddy fingers. I stroked all the way to his groin, carefully avoiding any contact with his hard penis. I knew it wouldn't take much for him to blow and I didn't want that. Not yet. I moved up a little, my body now between his spread legs and kissed him again, my hands stroking and pinching his nipples. Then I really started sucking on his boy nips. He was moaning and gasping. We were both breathing fast as I moved my head down between his legs. I grabbed him behind the knees and raised his legs putting my face right up to his fuzzy blonde ballsack. I had my first taste of my boy's beautiful fuzzy balls. He was whimpering as I attacked his bag with my tongue, licking and lapping wildly. He was holding his legs now which freed one of my hands to start stroking his nutsack. I stuck a finger in his mouth and got it really wet with his juices. He didn't want to release my finger but he eventually did as I began to trace circles around his beautiful pink virgin hole. I knew I had wanted this since the first time I saw his hole at Dr. Goldman's. I had wondered how he would taste and I was about to find out. I spread his cheeks and touched the tip of my hot wet tongue to his hole. He yelped. I started to lick wildly, lapping at his fuzzy hole as I continued to move my slick finger in circles around the edges. He was moaning and begging. I don't think he knew what he was begging for; he just knew he needed something from his daddy. I continue to lap at his hole until it was soaked in my juices. Then I put my index finger into my own mouth and soaked it with my juice. Then I began to tease my boy's hole. I would just touch his little pink starfish then take my finger away. He would whimper when I took my finger off, trying to scoot his butt toward my finger. I held him so that I was in complete control of his body. As I teased his hole with my fingertip, I began to lick his ball sack, taking each fuzzy nut in my mouth and releasing it. Then I took both his boy nuts in my mouth as I gently pressed my click finger against his wet hole. He was moaning and begging. *quot;What do you want, *quot;son?*quot; I asked him quietly. He was gasping, breathing fast. *quot;I want my daddy, *quot;he said between gasps. I went back to his nuts, licking and sucking. I again wet my fingertip in my mouth and put it back to his hole. I began to let my finger enter his tight hole. I went slowly at first as he moaned. When my wet finger grazed his prostate, he moaned and gasped. He yelped and I was afraid they might have heard him at the pool. I didn't care and neither did he as I slowly removed my finger. *quot;No, dad, please?*quot; he begged, wanting my finger back in him. I put it back in, again grazing his gland. He purred as I held my finger against his gland. I could feel it hardening so I knew I had to make a choice. I briefly contemplated pulling off and shutting him down for now. I couldn't do that to my boy. I again started lapping at his balls as I put my finger right on his gland and started stroking it. He was riding and bucking on my finger as his gland got harder and harder. Then I reached my head up and did it. I took his cock in my mouth as it started to pulse and push out his cream. He was wild. I think he had wanted this as badly as I had. I sucked every drop of his cream and held it in my mouth. I kept sucking until he began to wiggle. I knew his cock was spent and highly sensitive so I pulled my lips off him. He shuddered as my mouth left his sensitive, spent dick and my finger left his hot hole. He was laying still, his eyes closed, with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I moved up beside him and pulled him in close. I pulled his face into my neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling my scent. Then I leaned over to kiss him. It surprised him at first, and then he realized I was sharing his own seed with him. He began to suck it from my mouth, savoring it as much as I did. When we broke our kiss, I again put his head against my neck. We didn't talk. We didn't need to. In that moment I knew how much Bill had loved Donald and what loss Donald must be feeling. I knew how much Alejandro loved Javi and Yugo and Yarro. I knew how much Michael loved little Michael. I felt Ren's hand begin to stroke my chest. I loved that. Then I felt his hand move down and rub my hairy tummy. I felt him go lower, rubbing lovingly my wild ginger bush. Then I felt him sitting up and lowering his head. I tried to stop him. *quot;Son, you don't have to...*quot;*quot; I said. *quot;Please dad, please let me taste you,*quot; he asked. I knew he wanted to please his dad. I raised my arms over my head making myself available for anything he wanted. He had been mine earlier. Now I was his. I gave him complete control. His head was between my legs now. He was lightly touching my ballsack. He was running his fingers through my thick pubes and weighing my heavy balls. I knew I wouldn't last. I wanted to grab my own dick and start stroking. I was as desperate as he had been a few minutes earlier. But I gave him control. I let his warm hands explore and it felt terrific, knowing my son was exploring my hairy body. I felt him lick my sack with his hot little tongue. I could tell he was new to this. He wanted to taste, to try it out. It felt wonderful. I felt his hot tongue licking the shaft of my hard cock now. He went up and down several times, avoiding the swollen head. Then he used his hand to pull my foreskin back and forth. He pulled the skin completely over my cockhead and then took the skin into his mouth, sucking on it. It drove me wild. I knew he had been imagining what he would do when he got this opportunity. I wanted to extend it for him but I knew I wasn't going to be able to. He released my foreskin and retracted it as far as it would go. My whole pink, sensitive, swollen cockhead was exposed to his eyes. He looked like a cat with a mouse and then he pounced. He got about half my cock in his mouth before I started shooting. I tried to pull his head off, afraid he didn't want me to cum in his mouth. He did want it. It was exactly what he wanted. He sucked greedily on my swollen cockhead as I filled his hot little mouth with the sperm that made him. He kept sucking as I finished so I had to pull him off my sensitive cock. He came up beside me, then his body over me. We were face to face as I saw him extending just the tip of his tongue, coated with my juice. He was sharing with me. I kissed him and we shared my hot cumload. Nothing had been hotter. In that moment I understood Alejandro and Bill, and Michael and all the other fathers of boys I might at one time have so easily condemned for doing what I had just done. In that moment, as I looked at the gentle face of my son, I knew I had seen the face of God.