Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 06:55:13 -0800 (PST) From: Henry Brooks Subject: The Man Next Door The Man Next Door Chapter One Frankie Jamison was thirteen when he got into a fight in the schoolyard and ended up getting detention. He didn't want his folks to know, so he didn't tell them that he had to stay late at school. He usually got out of his middle school about 2 PM. He would then walk to the elementary school three streets away, and pick up his seven-year-old little brother Jimmy. They lived too close to the schools for bus service, so it was Frankie's job to escort Jimmy safely home. Although the trip was short, along the way there was a dangerous intersection, which was the scene of many car accidents. When Jimmy realized that Frankie wasn't showing up, he started for home himself. He reached the frightening intersection and froze. Even when the light was with him, cars were turning into his crossing lane. He stood on the corner not knowing what to do. Just as the light was about to change, a car which was waiting at the red light, started up prematurely. At the same time a car going in the cross direction sped up in an attempt to beat the impending red light. There ensued a terrible collision. One of the cars rolled over several times and landed right on top of Jimmy who was killed instantly. John Jamison never forgave Frankie for the death of his son. "You should have called me or your mother," he repeated over and over again. Frankie knew that they were both at work, and wouldn't have been able to pick up Jimmy anyway, but his father was unrelenting in his condemnation. Several times he smacked Frankie across the face, threw his brawny arms around the young boy and started shaking him relentlessly. Frankie lived in great fear of his father, especially since he had reverted from the best, most loving father in the world, to a monster of epic proportions. Frankie's mother tried to intervene when his father was being abusive to his surviving son, but she herself was abused as a reward for her actions. He would slap her on her face and push her against the wall. The man had completely lost his reason. Frankie's mother and father began to fight all the time, and eventually they divorced. Frankie rarely saw his father immediately after the divorce. When a year had passed, he never saw him at all. His mother needed a new start, so she sold their house and they moved into a tiny bungalow clear across town. Jesse Cook lived in the house next door. He was in his mid-forties, but he was in great shape. He ran in marathons, worked out regularly, ate healthy, and tried to stay as buff as possible. He had been married to Nancy, his high school sweetheart since graduating college. Unfortunately she died of cancer a couple of years ago. Jesse and Nancy had always encouraged their only child Jessica, to be independent. She was now in her early twenties, a college graduate with a good job, living on her own. Jessica constantly worried about her father, who had been in a mild depression ever since his wife died. She encouraged him to start dating and to resume living, but he was content to stay busy with work, and to spend his evenings at home alone. He made no attempt to meet his new next-door neighbor even though there was no fence between them, and they shared an unobstructed back yard. Frankie missed his father terribly. He missed the man his father was when Jimmy was alive, not the unforgiving man he had become. One afternoon after school, Frankie sat at the picnic table in his back yard. He was working on a tough math assignment. Jesse was sitting on his back porch. He couldn't help noticing that Frankie was struggling and scratching his head. In an act of socialization that was exceptionally rare for him, he walked over to Frankie and introduced himself. Frankie was taken by surprise. He couldn't help notice how much this man resembled his father. Each of them was about six feet tall, ash blond hair, blue eyes, muscular and lean, very much a man's man. The boy desperately needed a father so he warmed up to Jesse immediately. He introduced himself, and Jesse asked what he was struggling with. "Geometry," Frankie answered and frowned. "I can help you with that, if you'll let me. I'm an engineer." Frankie smiled and Jesse smiled back. It was the first time he had smiled since Nancy had passed away. He sat down next to Frankie and proceeded to help him solve each mathematical puzzle. After that, Jessie helped Frankie often, and they began to develop a deep friendship. With Frankie's mother's permission, he began to act as a mentor and a substitute father to the boy. He attended Frankie's sporting events at school and took him to professional home team games in the city. They didn't realize it at the time, but they were destined to be best friends forever. Jessica was delighted at the change in her father. She even wondered if he thought of Frankie as the son he never had. Whatever the reason, she was pleased, and didn't question her father's miraculous change. Jesse began to take Frankie to the gym with him to work out, and Frankie began to join Jesse in his jogging routine. By the time Frankie was 17, he had a killer body thanks to Jesse. The girls drooled over him, and the boys were envious. Frankie was on the school's football team, and by the time he was a senior he had fucked almost every cheer leader on the squad. Jesse secretly envied Frankie's sexual prowess, and was proud of him at the same time. Jesse was in his late forties when Frankie was a senior in high school. One day he was called into his boss's office. The miserable economy had finally caught up to him and he was laid off. Jesse had money and would be all right for a long time, but once again he experienced the depression he had when Nancy died, and he was worse than ever. He tried to hide his feelings from Frankie, but you can't hide depression from your best friend. Frankie did what he could to cheer Jesse up, but he was unsuccessful. After graduation, Frankie had seven weeks off before starting college at State U. He suggested to Jesse that it would be fun if the two of them went on a fishing/camping trip together, just the two of them. He pointed out to Jesse that they wouldn't be seeing as much of each other in the fall. When that realization struck Jesse, he consented to the trip and the two men began to make plans. Jesse did some research and he found a camp ground that was really quite remote and deserted. Frankie agreed that it was an ideal spot. They planned on leaving the Friday before the July 4th weekend and staying at least a week. If they loved it they could stay on for a little longer. After they pitched their tent near a mountain stream, and organized cooking utensils, rationed the food day by day, and generally got themselves settled, they sat on beach chairs at the foot of the stream. It was oppressively hot and Frankie excused himself. He went into the tent and stripped to his jockey shorts. When he sat back down, he said to Jesse, "I hope you don't mind, but it's too hot for clothes, and we seem to be the only wild life around anyway." "Not at all. I love to look at your magnificent body. I think I'll join you." Jesse went into the tent and stripped, but when he came out he was totally naked. Frankie was surprised, but he smiled at Jesse. "Good move," he said. He had never seen Jesse naked before. When they went to the gym together, they always showered at home, and so he immediately checked Jesse out. Jesse was about five fat inches flaccid, and he was uncut. "You're not so bad yourself," Frankie said, "and I mean all over." With that, Frankie stood up and took off his underwear, giving Jesse the opportunity to check out his adopted son. Frankie was uncut and about a half inch longer than Jesse, but not quite as thick. When Jesse saw his protégé in the nude, he began to get an erection. He crossed his legs quickly so that Frankie wouldn't notice. It was Frankie who broke the ice. "Look," he said. "I'm not going to be able to go for days without relieving myself. Do I have to go into the woods and get all bitten up by mosquitoes, or can I do it openly in the tent?" Jesse began to laugh. "You'd better do it openly in the tent. I have the same problem you do, and so I'll probably join you." They sat at the stream for a couple of hours and finally decided that it was time for bed. They peed together in the stream. There were two sleeping bags in the tent, but it was too hot to use them, and they decided to sleep on top of the bags. They went into the tent, secured the flap to keep bugs out, and they lay down side by side. They lay this way for quite a while, neither being able to fall asleep. They were best friends, but they had never been as intimate as this. There they were sleeping together in the nude. It was Jesse who broke the silence. "Frankie," he said. "You know that I love you?" he asked, and then added, "like a son." "I know," Frankie said, and he leaned over and kissed Jesse on the cheek. "I love you too." Finally they both fell asleep. In the middle of the night Jesse woke. He realized that he was out of work for the first time in his life. The realization struck him in the face and in his heart. He began to sob bitter tears and he called Nancy's name. This woke Frankie up. Oblivious to the fact that he was naked, he rolled over and put his arms around Jesse. "Don't cry, Daddy," he said. "I'm here. Everything will be all right." He hadn't even realized that he had called Jesse, Daddy, but it did not escape Jesse's attention. Unfortunately, that made him cry more, but in a good way. Jesse turned to Frankie. Their bodies were touching as they faced each other. Suddenly Frankie was aware that he had an erection and it was pressing against Jesse's. He squirmed a little trying to back up, but Jesse held him firmly. "Please," Jesse begged, "don't move." He ground further against Frankie's body and began to dry hump his boy. Frankie was confused as to what to do, but it didn't matter. This felt too good to stop. When Jesse reached down and took Frankie's cock into his hand, Frankie began to purr and moan softly. He couldn't resist returning the favor, and he took Jesse's cock into his hand and started stroking. "This feels so nice," Frankie whispered in Jesse's ears. "I can make you feel better than this," Jesse said. He leaned over and went down on Frankie. "Oh God," Frankie moaned, "Whatever you do, don't stop." He came seconds later gushing into Jesse's mouth. He was shocked that Jesse swallowed all of his cum. Jesse sensed his surprise and asked, "Haven't you ever tasted your own cum?" "Sure." "Voila." "Thank you. You're better than any girl I've ever been with, and very few would go down on me anyway. You are really good. Have you ever made love to a man before?" Jesse hesitated a long time before answering. "After Nancy died, I couldn't see myself with another woman. I went on a business trip a few weeks later with a fellow engineer. We shared a room, and he seduced me. I'll be honest. I was very horny and I offered no resistance. I'm glad I didn't, because the sex was great. The guy is married, and we had a great time without commitment, which is exactly what I wanted." "You don't have to answer, but I take it you reciprocated his favors, based on your great performance tonight." "Yes, I did." "Jesse, I want to give you the same pleasure you just gave me." Frankie leaned over, and without hesitation, he began to suck Jesse's balls. Eventually he stroked Jesse's shaft with a slobbery tongue, and finally he took Jesse's cock into his mouth. He was surprised at how nice it tasted. Until now he had only tasted pussy, and he didn't particularly like the smell of it. After Jesse came in Frankie's mouth, and Frankie swallowed every bit of it, he said, "Jesse you taste a hell of a lot better than my own spunk. Thanks for the experience." "You're welcome, my love." "Jesse, did you ever have sex with your co-worker again?" "Yes, Frankie, every chance we got." "Did you ever go any further?" "Yes. He let me fuck him, and when I saw how much he was enjoying it, I relented and let him fuck me." "And?" "And it was wonderful. The sex was great, and the incredible feeling you get of being connected with another human being is indescribable." "Jesse, let's fuck...later." Chapter Two During that week, Frankie experienced the feeling of connection that Jesse had so eloquently described. They made love as often as Jesse's forty-eight-year old body permitted. He tried hard to keep up with eighteen year old Frankie. Their love making was passionate and hard. They were reluctant to break camp, but they knew there would be many opportunities before Frankie left for State U. In spite of the pleasure they gave each other, Frankie was inherently straight. His relationship with Jesse was a private anomaly. As soon as he got home, he continued to date (and screw) girls. Jesse was not resentful. He would prefer that Frankie lead a mainstream life, and he encouraged him to date women. As for Jesse, he knew in his heart that he had switched teams. He continued to see his former coworker, Jack Kramer, whenever they could. Jesse got a new job within six months of being laid off from the job he had labored at for over twenty years. The pay was less, but it was enough for him, and he was busy again. After Jack divorced his wife, he and Jesse often double dated with Frankie and his girl friend Jane, whom he later married. She disapproved of Jesse's relationship with Jack, but she knew that Jesse was like a father to Frankie, so she kept her feelings to herself, and was tolerant of their relationship. It was fortunate that she did, because in time she learned to love them both, and she became blind to their sexual orientation. Over the years, Jesse became Frankie's shoulder to cry on, his beacon in the night. Whenever Frankie had either joyful or bad news, a problem, tension at work, a fight with his wife, a period of depression, he sought Jesse's bed to share his joy or to be comforted. Jesse was always there for him. In spite of obtaining a degree in education, with a minor in social studies, Frankie became a firefighter. The incident with his kid brother triggered in him a great desire to help others. His job was very stressful, and more often than not he sought solace in Jesse's bed. When Frankie was twenty-nine and Jesse was fifty-nine, Jesse told him that Jack was moving in with him and that he couldn't just drop in anymore. He told Frankie that Jack was aware of their relationship, and if he wanted to come over, Jack would make himself scarce in the guest room, but they would require some warning. The years passed quickly, and Frankie and Jesse continued their strange but loving liaison. Frankie even named his third child Jesse. Jack knew and approved of his lover's relationship, but Jane never suspected. Frankie and Jesse had loving and fulfilling lives, both together and apart. In spite of that, there was an element in Frankie's life that needed closure, and that was his relationship with his real father. One day, at Jane's suggestion, Frankie started a search for his father. Before doing so, however, he asked his mother if she would approve. She said she would, as long as she never had to see him again. She had happily remarried during Frankie's college years, and she still lived next door to Jesse and Jack. Frankie and Jane lived just a few streets away. Frankie knew that his father had remained in this city. Although he abandoned his wife and son, he did have a good job, and he intended to keep it. Frankie's mother foolishly had never sought alimony or child support. She was content just to have him out of her life, and to keep Frankie far away from John's vitriolic accusations. Frankie located John quickly enough through Google and the local telephone directory. His father had remarried about the time he left for college, and Frankie was shocked to learn that he had two half brothers. He thought long and hard about whether or not it would be a good thing or a bad thing to have them in his life. Finally he dismissed the whole thing as irrelevant. It was his father he wanted to reconnect with, or not. He screwed up his courage, and one evening after Jane went to play Bridge with her girlfriends, he went into his den and shut the door. He then dialed his father's number. A teen aged boy's voice answered the phone. Frankie asked if his dad was home. "Yes, who shall I say is calling?" "Please tell him it's Frankie." "Hold on, please." Frankie waited for what seemed an eternity, but was probably less than a minute. Then a hesitant voice said, "Hello." "Hello Dad. This is Frankie." There was unbearable silence on the other end of the phone. Frankie thought he heard sobbing. "I'm sorry," a gasping voice said. The voice could hardly speak. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just unable to think straight in the days after Jimmy died. I'm so sorry." Before he called, Frankie imagined himself reaming his father out, and hanging up on him before the bastard could scream back. He felt he had to tell him off to end that chapter of his life. He was unprepared for this sobbing, contrite voice. "It's OK Dad. Mom and I forgave you a long time ago," he lied. "Your mom? How is she?" "She's good. She remarried also. He's a nice guy, and my kids adore him. They call him Grandpa." Frankie wasn't sure that was the right thing to say especially when John began to cry again. "Do you think I could ever meet your kids, Frankie?" "Sure Dad. And I want to meet my brothers. Can we get together soon?" John did not hesitate. "Would Sunday be too soon? Would you come over here with your family? That will give me time to prepare everybody. My boys have no idea that I was married before, and that I have another son." "That's good, Dad. It will also give me time to prepare my kids for an entirely new family." "Please come about noon for lunch. We'll be home from church by then. Is that OK?" "Perfect! We'll see you then." Frankie hung up and he was shaking. He called Jesse and told him that he absolutely had to see him. As soon as he hung up, Jesse told Jack that Frankie needed to come over. Jack quickly retired to the den. He was aware of Jesse's very unusual sexual arrangement with Frankie, and he had no intention of interfering after all these years. It was more like a father giving comfort to his son rather than a carnal act, and so he was never jealous. As always, when something good or bad happened, Jesse and Frankie got undressed and went straight to bed. In bed Frankie told Jesse about his phone call, and they celebrated by Jesse giving Frankie a long and sensuous blow job, and by Frankie reciprocating. Frankie's adrenalin level was soaring above the charts, and he needed more, so Jesse encouraged Frankie to fuck him. When Frankie came inside Jesse, the physical connection they both felt for each other, was surpassed by the spiritual connection between them, which grew stronger every year. When they were finally satisfied, they got dressed and pulled Jack out of the den. Jack made three cocktails and they drank to Frankie's reunion. He got home a few minutes before Jane, so he didn't even have to mention his visit to Jesse and Jack. She was thrilled when he told her about the upcoming reunion on Sunday. Frankie couldn't wait to tell his daughter and two sons that they had another grandfather, grandmother, and two new uncles. His life had just improved a thousand fold, but there would always be stress and joy, sorrow and depression, and there would always be Jesse to help him through it. Chapter Three Frankie's eldest children, twins James and Erica were thirteen years old when they met their grandfather, step grand-mother, and their new uncles for the first time. James was named after Frankie's brother Jimmy, of course. Frankie could never bear to call his son Jimmy, so from birth to death, he was only called James. Frankie's youngest child was named Jesse, and he was eleven. Both of his boys were named after the two dearest men in his life. Erica was named after John's mother. Frankie had always adored her. She died just weeks before Jimmy. In the small world department, John's two sons were fraternal twins also. They were fourteen years old at the time of the reunion. As if it was not enough coincidence that father and son had sired twins, one of John's sons was named James Aaron, after Jimmy. He was always called Aaron. His brother's name was Eric, also after John's mother. Frankie was too nervous to drive the car. He was shaking like a leaf and certainly not thinking straight. Jane would not let him drive. Following the instructions John had given, she began to navigate toward his house. She had lived in this section of town when she was a little girl, and she was slightly familiar with it. When Jane pulled into the driveway, Frank saw a basketball pole, and he wondered if his brothers would grow at least as tall as their father, or as tall as he was, two inches taller than John. Jane and the kids were out of the car at once, but Frankie couldn't move. The kids were anxious to meet their grandfather (another source of Christmas and birthday gifts), and they were curious to meet two uncles who were just about the same age as they were. That in itself was a curiosity to them. Everyone they knew had uncles and aunts about the same age as their parents. Frankie finally pulled himself together, and he and his family knocked on the front door. The door was opened immediately by Uncle Eric. Eric was beaming. "Come in, come in," he kept repeating. "We've been waiting for you." Frankie spotted his father and fell into his arms sobbing. That brought John to tears also. The rest of the family just stood by watching, giving father and son their moment. Finally they separated and introductions were made all around. Then John's wife Meg said she was going into the kitchen to get everything ready for lunch. Jane immediately followed her to help. Meg was only four years older than Jane, and both of them had a feeling that they would be good friends. In fact, true to their female persuasion, before the afternoon ended, they made plans to meet at the mall the following Saturday. Young Jesse took his father's hand and asked, "Do I have to call Aaron and Eric Uncle?" "You better not," Uncle Aaron answered him. The twins then asked their nephews if they would like to check out their room with all its toys, electronics, and other gadgets. They completely ignored Erica, who didn't mind at all. She just went into the kitchen to help out the ladies. Frankie found himself alone in the living room with his father. They sat down on the sofa, looked at each other, and John began to weep. He kept repeating over and over, "I'm so sorry son, so sorry." Frankie put his arms around him and assured him that it was all in the past. "Let's look forward to a wonderful future," he reassured his father. James and Jesse made themselves at home immediately in their uncles' room. Uncle Aaron asked his nephew James, "Do you have a middle name?" "No." "Mine's Aaron, but for some reason my Dad prefers to use my middle name rather than my first name James. Now I'm glad, because when we're together, I'll call you James and you can call me Aaron, so there won't be any confusion." "Deal!" James answered. Aaron broke out some video games and they started to play together. Maybe it was because they shared the same given name and the same family name, but the two James's seemed drawn to each other. They immediately began to play together, leaving Eric and Jesse together. Aaron and James sat on Aaron's bed. As they played, their thighs touched, and instead of pulling away, they pushed closer together. Aaron got an erection, which totally confused him. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Worse yet, he knew his mother would call them to lunch any minute and he didn't know if he could hide it from his nephew. By the time Meg called the boys to lunch, his boner had subsided. Aaron had suspected something about himself for a long time, but he wasn't ready to admit, even to himself, that he might be gay. When he realized that his own nephew had aroused him, he actually thought he might be sick. But he reminded himself that James was practically a stranger, and that made things all right. When the kids heard that their mothers were meeting at the mall on the following Saturday, Aaron and James simultaneously asked if they could go along. They saw it as an opportunity to be together. The two boys promised to stay out of their mothers' way. Erica, Eric, and Jesse said that they had better things to do. When James and Aaron kept begging, the two mothers finally consented to their joining them. The two boys became inseparable friends. They went to different schools, but they spent the weekends together. One weekend Aaron would stay with James, and the alternate weekend, James visited Aaron. They slept together in each other's beds. James shared a bedroom with his brother Jesse, but Aaron had his own room. It wasn't until James was fifteen and Aaron was sixteen that anything happened between them. When they slept in the same room with Jesse, they always wore shorts, but when they slept in Aaron's room, alone together, they slept nude. Aaron was always aroused when he slept naked with James. In order to hide his arousal he would turn his back to James, and they would fall asleep with Aaron's back to James's front. One fateful night, James hunkered up to Aaron in his sleep. His cock grew hard and it rested against Aaron's buttocks. He started to dry hump his uncle in his sleep. Aaron was now wide awake. He whispered James's name and got no answer. He reckoned that his nephew was humping him in his sleep. He was not about to stop him. He had finally admitted to himself that he was gay, and this was one of his masturbation fantasies come true. James was getting closer and closer to a climax, and this woke him up. He was ashamed and scared when he realized what was going on, but he also realized that Aaron was pushing back against him and encouraging him to continue. Besides, this felt too good to stop, so he kept humping. James put his arm around Aaron to anchor himself more firmly. He was amazed when Aaron took his hand and moved it down to his fully erect man sized cock. James began to stroke Aaron's cock, and he humped harder and harder. Aaron had grown to a good eight inches of firm, weighty circumcised cock. Eric, James and Jesse were uncut. Aaron explained to James, when he first saw him naked, that he had excess foreskin as a baby. Eric had skimpy foreskin. No matter how clean his parents kept him, he eventually developed an infection, and he had to be circumcised. James had never seen a cut cock at the time he first saw Aaron's, so he was fascinated. Of course, once he started high school, he saw plenty of cocks, cut and uncut, in the locker room. James stopped humping just long enough to hand Aaron a wad of tissues. He kept a box on his night table. He also grabbed a handful of tissues for himself. In short order both boys began to cum, and they were able to catch their spunk in the tissues and avoid a mess. When they were done and came back down to earth, James said, "My God, Aaron, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me." "I'm not sorry," Aaron said. "I've been praying that this would happen for a long time." James giggled. "Me too." "I think I'm gay," Aaron confessed." "Me too." "Wow." Finally Aaron allowed himself to face his nephew, not caring if he had a hard on or not. He ground their cocks together and began to kiss James. James was a little taken aback, but soon he was responding to Aaron with a very passionate kiss. "I love you, nephew," Aaron said facetiously. "I want to be with you forever." "Those words are what I wanted to hear and never thought I would." They cuddled close, fondled each other and began to fall asleep. As he was drifting off, James heard Aaron whisper, "I want to suck your cock and fuck your ass." James whispered back, "Me too." Jesse and Jack were constant visitors to Frankie and Jane's house. They lived close by each other. About six months after Aaron and James began to make love, Jesse took Frankie aside to have a little talk. "My gaydar tells me that the two Jameses are gay, and they are making it together." "I had a feeling," Frankie answered. "My brother is a year ahead of my son in school, but they are making plans to go to State U, and when my son gets there a year later, they intend on being room mates. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to see how in love they are, and it's not a nephew-uncle kind of love." "I'd like to talk to them. Maybe I can help them come out. With your permission of course." "Of course. You have it." "When will Aaron be here next?" "Friday night." "I'll come over with Jack on Saturday morning and take them out somewhere." Good luck, Jesse." Chapter Four Jack and Jesse took the boys out, but not to the mall or ice skating or anything like that. They took them home for a "talk." "We want to talk to you," Jesse said. "Sure, Uncle Jesse," James replied. His voice suddenly had a slight tremolo. The four of them sat down in the living room and Jack said, "I'll be right back. Don't start without me." While he was gone the boys and Jesse made small talk about what was going on with the boys at school. When Jack returned he carried a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and four glasses. He poured everyone a drink, sat down, and nodded to Jesse as if to say, "We can start now." "What's wrong Uncle Jesse?" James asked. "Nothing. Now be quiet and listen to me. It is more than obvious to me that you two boys are not only gay, but you are lovers." The boys squirmed in their seats. "Are we that obvious?" Aaron asked. "Afraid so," Jack said, bobbing his head up and down. "If you are trying to tell us that we're too young, and we might be going through a phase, and we should wait, you are speaking to deaf ears. We know who we are, and that we want to spend our lives together. Nobody can convince us otherwise," Aaron smiled at James and took his hand. "I told you to shut up and listen," Jesse said in a kindly tone of voice. "We aren't trying to talk you out of anything. We want to help you and give you advice about coming out. We're here to answer questions if you would like?" The boys smiled at each other and held their hands tighter. "We know you haven't told your parents yet," Jack interjected, "and it's time you did. Once you come out to them the rest is easy. The worst thing you can do is live up to their expectations of getting married, and having children, and then continue to see each other on the side. Everyone will be unhappy; you, your wives, and eventually your children. Just be honest with yourselves and be who you are." "I know you both have kids," Aaron said. "How did they take it when you guys hooked up? "Shocked, surprised, incredulous," Jack said, "but in the end they saw how happy we were and they gave us their blessing." "How about your co-workers?" James asked. "We stayed in the closet at work. We were both near retirement and saw no need to make a big announcement." "I'm disappointed," the ever horny Jesse said. "I thought you were going to ask us about sexual techniques for maximum pleasure." "Shut up!" Jack said turning red. "The boys looked very uncomfortable and Aaron said, "We have seen every male porno tape we could lay our hands on, and I think we have pretty good technique." "OK then," Jesse said. "Let's get back to telling your parents and your siblings. When will both families be together again?" "We're all having dinner Sunday evening at my house," James said. "That's great. Jack and I are invited over also. I think that the perfect time to tell them will be during dessert. For your information, James, your father already suspects, but in case Aaron's folks and your mother don't take it well, then at least we won't have spoiled their dinner. Now are you sure you guys don't want to ask us about sex?" Jack threw a sofa pillow at Jesse, and the boys began to laugh. They were relaxed enough now that James asked jokingly (or was it in earnest?), "Can we watch you two going at it?" Jesse laughed and Jack jumped up. "Come on," he said. "I'm taking you boys home." "I'm really disappointed that you won't let us watch," Aaron pretended to be hurt. "Please uncles, I'm so horny now, can we use one of your bedrooms?" Now it was Jack's turn to laugh. "Sure," he said. "While you are at it we'll be going at it in our bedroom. We'll see you down here in the living room in a couple of hours." "I hate to ask," James said, "but can we borrow some lube?" Now both Jack and Jesse laughed. "Oh just one thing," Jesse said, "the walls are paper thin. We'll hear everything you do, and you will hear us too." "Not a problem," the boys answered in unison, and now everybody laughed. Both couples could clearly hear what was going on in the adjacent bedrooms. In fact they had left the bedroom doors slightly ajar. They wanted to hear another gay couple making love. It was a new experience for both of them. Aaron and James had other things in mind. They started to make love. Aaron was sensuously sucking James's cock, and James was moaning like a banshee. He knew the older couple would hear him. After awhile Aaron stopped sucking and the boys listened. Jack and Jesse were very loud lovers, and it wasn't long before the boys were satisfied that Jesse and Jack were lost in the passion of some great love making. They got out of bed as quietly as they could, and as naked as the day they were born. They crept silently to Jesse and Jack's bedroom and peeked in. The older men were playing a lusty game of sixty-nine. Aaron opened the door slightly more, and both boys continued to spy on Jesse and Jack, who had no clue. Jesse was on his back, and Jack was lying on top of him. In the good old days they would not cum this way. They would work themselves up really good, and then they would fuck each other. They had long since given up on fucking because neither one got hard enough any more to penetrate. So now they allowed themselves to cum orally and occasionally manually. When they were both finished shooting their loads, Jack dismounted and turned around. He saw the two teenagers standing in the doorway, grinning like two Cheshire cats. Jack tried to grab something to cover his now flaccid five inches of beautiful uncut cock, but he realized the absurdity of it and he started to laugh. When he laughed the boys started to applaud. Jesse sat up to see what was happening. The boys noted that he was a little smaller than Jack and he was uncut also. "So, you devils, you watched us after all. Did you learn anything?" Jesse asked. "Nothing new," Aaron answered. "Maybe we can teach you a thing or two." The two boys jumped into bed with their mentors. There was lots of kissing, fondling and caressing, but they didn't really do anything to get themselves off, nor did they think of doing such a thing. They merely wanted to show their affection for one another. Finally Jesse said that they should get dressed so he could get the boys home. "You dress," James said. "We haven't finished yet, and they ran back to the other bedroom. When they were too much into themselves to notice, Jack and Jesse stood in their doorway and watched them fuck each other into next week. The older couple was more than envious. At least Jesse still got fucked, when Frankie came over. When the boys were finished and realized that they had been observed, Aaron asked, "How'd we do?" He did not expect an answer. They all showered and got dressed before they went back to Jane and Frankie's house for a delicious dinner. At some point in the evening Jesse managed to whisper to Frankie that the boys were coming out after dinner on Sunday. Frankie turned ashen, and Jessie had to steady him by putting his hand on Frankie's shoulder. "I'm afraid at what my father's reaction will be," he confided to Jesse. Chapter Five The newly melded family, including Jack and Jesse, enjoyed Jane's dinner to the max. Everyone laughed and joked and found comfort in love. Frankie regretted that his mother and step father could not be here, but it was her choice not to come. Jane and Frankie had invited them more than once. Even Jack and Jesse, who still lived next door to them, had urged them to come, but to no avail. Nevertheless, Frankie was grateful for what he had. He would have enjoyed himself more if he hadn't had a head's up from Jesse. He was afraid of his father's reaction when he found out that one of the twins was gay. Eric and Aaron were fraternal twins. They developed from different sperm and eggs, so there was no reason why they couldn't play on different teams. Although Frankie was aware that even identical twins sometimes had different sexual orientations. But his greatest fear was what Jane would do when she found out that one of her sons was gay. He hoped that knowing what a warm and loving relationship Jack and Jesse shared, she would be more accepting. He remembered with some foreboding that it took her a while to warm up to Jesse at the beginning. Jane and Meg served the dessert, apple pie a la mode, and Frankie began to tremble. When Aaron saw that everyone was almost finished, and that Meg and Jane were getting ready to clear the table, he stood up. As the older of the two James's, he took the initiative. "Everyone," he said. "Can I have your attention? James and I have an announcement to make." James was sitting next to Aaron. He stood up and smiled supportively at Aaron. Aaron hesitated and James smiled at him reassuringly. "Would you rather I tell them?" James asked. Aaron shook his head and began. By now everyone was holding their breaths not knowing what to expect. "I'll try to make it quick and painless," Aaron began and he just spewed it out. "James and I are gay, and we are in love. We know for a fact that we will spend our lives together. Please don't tell us that we are going through a phase, and we'll outgrow it. It isn't going to happen. I, we, pray that you can accept us for who we are, and continue to love us. Please give us your blessing because we aren't ever going to change our minds." In the silence that followed Aaron turned to James and the two boys kissed. Jane was the first to speak, and Frankie almost passed out. "I wondered when you would tell us," she said. "I've suspected since the first time you slept over Aaron. I was just afraid what your father would think, James." She looked at Frankie. "You still love them don't you honey," she sort of begged. "Of course I do," Frankie said smiling. He got up and walked to the two boys. He put one arm around each of their shoulders, and kissed them both on the cheek. Now everyone turned to John, waiting for a reaction, any kind of reaction. Finally he spoke. "I suspected the truth also, but I didn't have any real evidence, and I decided to see how things played out." He looked at the boys. "I must confess that I was hoping it was a phase. All boys experiment." "I haven't," Eric said. "Me either," young Jesse added. "Shit," John said. "I don't have much choice, do I? I walked out on one son, and I learned a tough lesson the hard way. I am not about to lose another son, and a grandson to boot." He stood up and joined in a group hug with his sons and grandson. Frankie was shocked when John said, "I'm happy for both of you boys. I love you both." For no reason at all, Frankie broke away and started to sob. That got John sobbing, and their wives went over to comfort them. Jesse could not help concluding happily, that he could expect a visit from Frankie in the next couple of days.