Adam? Yes, Matty.

Later while bathing Matty I remembered that I was planning to ask him about his sudden strange tone with Jason back at the condo. Funny how things slip your mind when you're up to your balls in a sweet eleven-year-old's bottom.

"Hey, Matty," I said, trying to sound casual. "I noticed that you were being a little bit bossy with Jason when we went up to the condo to play. I mean, you pretty much told him what to do, though to be fair he did it all and loved it."

Matty looked at me quizzically. "Because that's what he wanted," Matty said. "I only get that way when you guys want me to."

"Because you know Jason..." I went on, then stopped suddenly. "Wait a minute. Us guys? Are you including me in this?"

Matty looked a bit embarrassed to have to explain it to me. "Well, yeah," he said. "I mean, you like me to do that sometimes, right? Not, like, all the time. Most of the time you just want me to be regular old Matty, but sometimes you want... What did you call me that time? Take Charge Matty? Sometimes you want me to take charge and it makes you extra horny, like on Matty's Night."

I continued lovingly washing his chest as I thought about it. It was true, I do really enjoy Matty's Nights. I get tired of being the Cruise Director all the time, and while sometimes I feel like I resent giving in to him so easily, there's no one on the planet I'd rather give in to.

"Jason wants me to do it all the time," Matty said.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"He gets this look in his eyes, and I just know," Matty said. "Remember in the pool, when I said it was you and me against Jason and I tickled him?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, holding a beautiful slim arm aloft to wash an equally beautiful armpit.

"You were behind him so you couldn't see his eyes, but when I took charge and told him we were going upstairs to play he got this, like, sparkly look in his eyes and I could tell he was getting super excited."

"Well, you were touching the kid's dick," I said. "Of course he got excited."

"But it was more than that. It wasn't right when I touched him, it was exactly when I said we were going up. I didn't ask him if he wanted to go up, I just told him we were going to. That's when he got the sparkly eyes."

"It could have been a coincidence," I said.

"That's why I tested it when we got upstairs," Matty said. "I asked him if he wanted to take a shower with me, and he said he would but he didn't get sparkly. So then I ordered him to take off my swim suit and whoosh! There were the sparkles, and I could feel how excited he got."

"I got excited, too," I said. "The sex was about to start."

"I could just tell," Matty said with finality, tired of explaining it to me. "He wanted me to be the boss, so I was."

I finished bathing him and helped him step out of the tub. I marveled again at his stunning beauty, this dripping wet, naked child with the power to make me jump through fiery hoops any time he chose.

"And it wasn't just because you wanted to be the boss, right?" I asked, wrapping him in a towel.

Matty made close eye contact with me and spoke with all his sincerity. "I swear, Adam. I just know what people want and what will make them happy. Some people, anyway. And I like to do what they want. It's the same as with you. I can just tell when you want me to take charge, and I love you and I want to please you, so I do what you want me to do."

I hugged him through the towel and gave him a quick kiss. "You're a good boy, Matty," I said. "I just don't want you to be so eager to give other people what they want that you never get what you want."

"I have what I want," he said, and kissed me again. "I have you."

"Back at you, kid," I said.

The next weeks brought more and more new horizons. We played with Jason again and I paid attention to his reactions to Take Charge Matty. Damn if he didn't sparkle like a disco ball every time Matty gave him a gentle command.

I came to realize that Jason was a budding Submissive, though I didn't think his kink went all the way to Masochist. He clearly didn't like physical discomfort in his sex play and wasn't shy about saying so, but I think he would have seriously considered jumping off a building if Matty told him to. For his part, Matty made sure to only order Jason to do exactly what Jason wanted to do anyway.

Although I knew full well that Jason was aching for alone time with Matty I also could tell that he was enjoying me more and more as time went on. As a case in point, I convinced Matty to invite Jason for a sleepover so that they could have some alone time. Matty was insistent that I had to be involved in any sex play, but I argued that if he really wanted to be kind to Jason and give him what he really wanted, it would be one-on-one sex. Matty wasn't entirely convinced, but finally agreed that the sleepover would be Jason's Night and that I would make myself scarce.

The big night came and I participated in the preliminaries, helping them both bathe and drying them lovingly, then said my goodnights and went downstairs to watch TV and try not to think about them having sex one floor above. I was happy for Jason because I knew it was his little heart's desire, and I was glad for Matty, too, wanting him to have the beautiful memories I still carried with me of joyous childhood play. It was hard to get them out of my mind but I finally did, somehow getting absorbed into my favorite cop drama on the tube.

After the most handsome detective in the history of law enforcement slapped the cuffs on the bad guy, my next show came on. It was a medical drama that Susan said she couldn't watch because they always got the science wrong, and because every single week this same hospital had a patient with a disease so rare there were only a few cases a year worldwide. Sure it was crap, but for some reason I liked it, so I watched it by myself when she was at work, taping the shows we both enjoyed for us to watch together on the weekend. As was my custom I muted the sound when the commercial came on, not fond of pitchmen yammering about hemorrhoid cream and whatnot, and immediately heard a high voice from the stairs.

"Adam?"

I was surprised to realize it was Jason's voice, and turned to see him standing on the stairs buck naked, his familiar little boner jutting up as always.

"Jason? Is everything all right?"

"Everything's fine," he said. "I just want you to come up and play with us."

"What?" I said, astounded. "But this is your night with Matty."

Jason smiled and said, "We've been playing for an hour already, and it's really fun, but we both miss you and we want you to come play."

I studied his little round face and read sincerity, then remembered that Jason would do anything Matty told him to, including sabotage his own special night. "Did Matty tell you come get me?" I asked warily.

"No, it's my idea," he said. Then with a devilish grin he added, "I want to do the triangle thing, where we all suck each other." He looked back up the stairs to make sure Matty wasn't behind him, then stage-whispered with a giggle, "Matty's great, but I love the way you suck me!"

The one and only time I had blown Jason thus far had been in a daisy-chain in our second encounter. It had been lovely for its own sake, of course, but also strongly reminiscent of days long ago with boys I hadn't realized I missed so much. Something about it called to me over the years. I clicked off the TV remote.

"All right!" Jason exclaimed.

I hurried up the stairs behind him, playfully spanking his cute round butt with every step.

We bustled into Matty's room all grab-ass and giggly, and Matty immediately grinned and exclaimed, "Adam! You came up!"

"Jason was very persuasive," I said, smiling down at him and tousling his soft brown hair.

"Cool!" Matty said. "C'mon Jason, let's strip him naked!"

The boys set upon me and I allowed them free rein, thoroughly enjoying their tugging and pulling while assisting them with buttons and zippers. When they jointly yanked down my pants and underwear at once and my three-quarters stiff cock sprang out Matty grabbed it and stroked it quickly to full erection.

"Kiss it, Jason," Matty instructed, and Jason instantly obeyed.

I was struck by the change in Jason's demeanor the second Matty gave an order. A minute ago Jason had been self-actualized and confident, telling me what he wanted and acting like he deserved it, and now I felt his very presence deflate and come back under Matty's control. I knew that was his thing, and of course he was entitled to it, but I also knew Jason would not be suggesting the three-way suck he told me he wanted. Likewise I saw Matty react to the sea-change in Jason and transform himself into the Boss.

"Climb on the bed facing that way, Jason," Matty said, but before Jason could comply I decided to short-circuit things.

"Wait a minute, now," I said. "I'm the one who's been left out while you guys had your fun. I think I should be the one to say what we do next."

Matty instantly relinquished control, as I knew he would. He was only doing it for Jason's sake, and didn't at all resent being usurped.

"OK, Adam," he said happily. "You pick."

I made conspiratorial eye contact with Jason and said, "I want to do a daisy-chain, in a triangle, with me sucking Jason, Jason sucking you, and you sucking me."

Jason smiled at me in gratitude, and Matty said, "Great! I love to do that."

We quickly arranged ourselves thus and I immediately felt the warm, familiar pull of my Matty's little mouth. It was exquisite, but I had already decided this would be about Jason's enjoyment, and so I settled in before his short, tremendously stiff dick and set about giving him my very best. He moaned in pleasure as I began to work him, and I felt his excitement rise even higher.

Even though it was only the second time I'd tasted this delicious morsel of boy flesh it felt as familiar and right as being with a long-time lover. Of course I adored sucking Matty, especially when I could make him cum, but it was also wonderful to have this new and exciting boy with his smaller, more childish dick, reminding me of the days long ago when I had as many as four little play friends at a time.

Though Jason was two months older than Matty and an inch taller, the overall impression I had of him was of a significantly younger boy. Maybe it was because I knew Matty so intimately, and knew he was not only smarter than his years but wiser as well, and more emotionally mature. Or maybe it was more about Jason's physicality, his roundness and tenderness.

Or maybe what attracted me was Jason's ordinariness itself. Maybe after a year of being with amazingly beautiful Matty I needed a little bit of ordinary. You know the crude old joke, that wherever you find an absolutely gorgeous woman there's a man who's tired of fucking her? Of course that says a lot more about the men than the women, but there's some truth in even the most hackneyed sayings.

Evolution is a stupid tool that has one and only one imperative: to pass along genes to future generations. A man can have a baby every single day with a different woman, but a woman can crank them out at a maximum rate of about one every ten months. So for prehistoric man it was a numbers game: make a whole lot of babies and some of them will live long enough to have babies themselves. Since a woman can't produce large numbers of babies, her best bet was to keep her one baby alive long enough to pass along its genes. It was really hard to do that by herself, so she needed a hunter, i.e. a man, to help her provide.

To recap: early man's best strategy for running off copies of himself was to be Johnny Spermseed, traveling hither and yon knocking up as many women as he could, while a woman's best strategy was to find the one guy who wanted to settle down and help her raise the little hellion.

Because those traits were successful they themselves were passed down to future generations, resulting in more wandering Daddies and more stay-at-home Mommies, until now virtually all men are wired to seek "the strange," the pussy they haven't had yet, and nearly all women value fidelity above all else. The fact that these imperatives are at odds is the very definition of The Battle Of The Sexes.

Apparently this crosses over into gay life as well. As an extreme over-simplification, gay men want to have every cock in the world, while as for gay women, another old joke is based in truth. What does a lesbian bring to a second date? A U-Haul.

Even though there may have been an evolutionary explanation for it, it still was an uncomfortable truth about myself that I needed to come to terms with. I honestly believed that I was telling the truth when I told Matty that I would love him forever, but maybe the ugly rest of the truth was that I needed some "strange" too, the boys I hadn't had yet.

But it wasn't just because Jason was "strange." There was something about him in particular, about his taste and smell, about the size and unique shape of his hard little cock, that felt supremely right. New yet strangely familiar, it tugged at very old memories.

As I ran my tongue up and down its short length I found a tiny irregularity in its shape. No one's penis is perfectly symmetrical, not even Mr. Perfect Matty, and I revel in that uniqueness, but the millimeter-deep, eighth-inch round depression on the top side of Jason's shaft just behind the head grabbed my attention. It seemed important somehow and I focused on it, sliding the tip of my tongue back and forth across the hollow, searching my memory.

And then the realization rushed into my mind like a tidal wave! Jason's sweet little dick was the virtual reincarnation of my very first partner's, my beloved Cousin Chris that first summer when we were ten. The length, the thickness, the shape of the head, the tiny depression on the top... It was all there, even the taste and smell. Sucking Jason was like having my very first sex all over again, and the revelation was exhilarating!

Nothing else about Jason reminded me of Chris in any way. Their bodies were very different, with the exception of identical twin cocks. Jason was soft and rounded, though not fat, with curvaceous shoulders, hips and legs and cushiony thighs and buttocks delectable to caress and kiss. Chris had been lean and wiry back then, though certainly not skinny, square-shouldered like a miniature adult and well-muscled for a ten-year-old. Whereas Jason had mouse-brown hair, brown eyes and a slightly olive complexion, Cousin Chris shared our family's northern European iridescent whiteness, with light-brown hair and hazel eyes just like mine.

In temperament they were even more different. Jason was Jason: deferential, polite, and downright submissive in the bedroom. Chris was a truly nice kid, never meaning any harm to anyone, but he was also bold and aggressive, always looking to grab Life by the throat and squeeze some fun out of it. It was no wonder that Chris had been early to wholeheartedly embrace the pleasures of the flesh, and not the slightest bit shy about spreading that knowledge and enthusiasm to every boy he thought would go for it

He talked me into sex the very first night he stayed with us that summer and it was blow job after blow job that entire week (his experience still limited to oral at that point.) In the course of the festivities he told me that he had already been with a half-dozen boys back home and had designs on three more. Chris believed that life was a buffet of pleasures arranged just for him, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't have his fill.

So there I was in Matty's little bedroom feasting on a perfect clone of the very first dick I'd ever tasted. Of course I knew I was blowing Jason and not Chris, and in fact I liked it that way. I liked Jason a lot. His Mom clearly loved him to death, but he didn't seem to have much else in the way of human connection in his life and he obviously yearned for it. He was a sweet, loving boy, my Matty's best friend, and well deserving of our care and affection. Also, on a strictly physical level I enjoyed his mouse-brown, baby-fatted body with his silky soft cushions of flesh so lovely to touch, and I loved that I could give him this pleasure that he relished so much.

I concentrated on devouring Jason's delicious prick, using all the tricks learned in a lifetime of cock sucking. I remembered the bottom-teeth trick that Chris used to like, wherein I ever-so-gently scraped my bottom front teeth along the length of his cock as I pulled slowly away, and indeed Jason responded to it strongly, moaning and squealing in delight. I decided to try another of Chris's favorites, tonguing the tiny piss-slit, and got a groan of pleasure in return. I felt Jason's hands on the back of my head and let him guide me through his desires, too, pulling me down to engulf him fully as he pumped his hips against my face, then nudging me back to work his knob with delicate and exquisite licks and nibbles.

It suddenly occurred to me that Matty was no longer sucking me, and Jason was flat on his back as I lay on my stomach working him for all I was worth. We had slipped out of the daisy-chain configuration sometime during my reverie, and I glanced to the side to find Matty's face inches away as he watched intently. He said breathlessly, "Suck it, Adam! Jason's going wild!"

Shocked back to reality, I realized that Jason was indeed far more excited than I had yet seen him. His skin was flushed and pink, coated with a fine sheen of boy sweat. His breath came deep and he bucked his hips in tiny, irregular spasms. I felt slight tremors in his stomach and legs and I began to think he might actually get to orgasm. In our first two encounters Jason had never shown the tiniest sign and I had thought he would be one of us unlucky ones who never experience that ecstasy until puberty, but now I dared to hope. I worked him intently, his tremors building, his hips thrusting, his hands clutching my head.

It wasn't a full orgasm but Jason definitely reached some sort of something, more like the Shudders. His muscles contracted and he vocalized in soft, high-pitched peeps. I continued to suck but much more gently as he rode my face down from his peak to heavy-breathing, panting recovery.

I released him and climbed up to lay by his side, smiling fondly at him. He turned toward me with a look of wonderment, then he rolled into my arms and initiated a full, deep kiss. It was the first time he had kissed me first, and he did it with genuine passion.

I felt Matty climb up on my other side and Jason broke our kiss to beam happily at his friend. Their faces came together and they kissed just as passionately, and then Matty kissed me. We lay snuggling for several minutes saying nothing and I couldn't ever remember feeling happier.

After a while Matty requested something special just for him, too, and Jason and I were delighted to comply. He was missing nipple play, that particular activity having been overlooked lately, and he asked us to both suck his nipples at the same time while one stroked his cock and the other fingered his ass.

Matty arranged himself on his back, knees wide and in the air, with a pillow under his lower back to expose his waiting backside. I showed Jason exactly how Matty liked his nipple done and exactly how he liked being masturbated, and we joyfully serviced our little Lord and Master for several minutes until he shuddered to a mini-climax a lot like Jason's.

Much as I adored doing Matty, the fact was I had sex with him all the time and Jason was a much rarer delicacy. My trip down Cousin Chris Memory Lane had also reminded me of all the boys I'd loved before, and that also put me into a decidedly Jason mood. I got an idea from Matty lying with the pillow under him.

"Will you do something with me, Jason?' I asked. "It'll probably be more fun for me than you, but you'll think it's nice, I hope."

Both boys looked at me quizzically.

"OK, I guess I have to show you," I said. "Lay on your back with the pillow under you just like Matty."

They looked at each other in bewilderment, but Jason trusted me so he got into position.

I got on my knees on the bed and took each of Jason's ankles in my hands, then knee-walked toward his butt as I lifted his legs up my torso, the backs of his legs against my stomach and chest and his feet peeking over my collarbones. In the process my ready cock touched his butt cheek.

"Wait a minute!" Jason cried in some alarm, though he didn't try to get out of position. "Matty's dick inside me was great, but that big thing..."

"He's not going to put it in you," Matty said. Then to me, "You're not, are you?"

"No," I said. "Tell him what this is, Matty."

"I think he's going to do slick-leg," Matty said, and I nodded confirmation. "Here, Jason," he continued. "We put a whole bunch of lube between your legs and under your balls, and all over Adam's dick." As he explained he lubed Jason up. I took some of the lube Matty offered and greased myself.

"And now I slip it between your beautiful, soft thighs," I said, and slid my cock into the warm cleft.

"It feels nice!" Jason said.

"Close your legs around him, Jason," Matty said. "Pretty tight, but not so tight that he can't move."

Jason did as he was told, and the silky flesh deliciously engulfed me.

"Now what?" Jason asked, and I closed my crossed arms around his shins to hold him steady to my chest.

"Now this," I said, and began to stroke my cock back and forth, sliding through the lube and warming it up, making it tremendously slick and reducing resistance to near zero. As I moved I felt the underside of my shaft sliding along his perineum and across his small scrotum, the little balls rolling forward and back.

My cock head was tantalized as it slid between his silky smooth inner thighs and peek-a-booed out the front and disappeared back between, in and out like a cuckoo in a clock. It was heavenly, and I could see that Jason enjoyed it as well. This wasn't sexual ecstasy for him like the mind-blowing head I'd given, but joy at giving me pleasure.

"Pump it, Adam!" Matty cheered. "God, that must feel fantastic."

"I like it, Matty!" Jason said. "The way he pumps, all strong and powerful!"

I tried to keep control, keep it slow and steady, but his silky, slippery thighs were getting to me quickly. I could only hold out a few minutes before I moaned loudly and pushed through one last time, spraying three hot jets of cum onto Jason's belly, chest and face.

"Oh, man, that was a lot!" Jason said happily, playfully smearing some of the pearly white paint job around his chest and giggling.

I took the boys into the big master shower and got them cleaned up again, then into pajamas and into bed. It was after ten, Matty's bedtime having been pushed an hour later for the summer, but it was still time for lights out.

"No more fooling around, OK?" I said, giving Matty a kiss and then Jason. "You boys need your sleep."

"Good night, Adam," Matty said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Matty," I said.

"I..." Jason began, then hesitated. "Matty, is it OK if I say it too?"

"It's OK, Jason," Matty said. "It won't make me jealous. Adam has enough love for two boys."

Jason beamed and quickly said, "I love you, Adam!"

"I love you too, Jason," I said, smiling.

Matty gave me a look that clearly said, yes, you can love Jason too, but Matty always gets to be Boy Number One in your life.

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