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“Don’t worry, dad, nobody will find out,” he assured me. He stood up. “Is it all right if I tell Travis I know?”

“I guess so. I didn’t make any promises not to tell. And he sort of wanted you to know anyway, I think.” I chortled. “Don’t make any big deal out of him keeping it a secret from you.”

“I won’t. I respect him for that,” Ryan said.

Ryan was almost skipping across the room he was so happy. At the bottom of the stairs he paused and turned around with a twinkle in his eye. “Dad, does this mean you would be okay with Travis’ idea...about all three of us?” I looked at him and smiled and shrugged.

Ryan stayed with us and we didn’t hear from his dad. It soon became evident that he would remain with us. We took him back to his house to get his stuff. Travis was worried that his dad might be there.

“Don’t worry about it,” I told him.

“He has a gun,” Travis said. “I don’t know if he would ever use it, but I thought you should know.”

Would he use it? If he was drunk, I figured he would be capable of anything. I asked Travis where he kept the gun. “Under the mattress,” he replied.

“When you’re packing your stuff, take it,” I suggested. His eyes flew open, aghast. “Take it,” I said again. “I’ll let him know it’s gone. I’ll tell him I took it.”

“What if he won’t let us in,” Travis said as we pulled up to the house.

Ryan laughed and that put it to rest. He knew I wouldn’t be intimidated by the man. We all three got out and walked up to the house. Travis lingered back a little.

“You do the talking,” I told him, “I’ll be right here to back you up.” He looked frightened but he moved ahead of me as we went up on the porch. I was hoping the bastard didn’t greet us at the door with the gun. He didn’t. He opened the door with a beer in his hand. Geezuss, no teenage boy should have to admit that somebody like that was his dad!

“I...I’ve come for my stuff,” Travis said as bravely as he could.

“You don’t have any stuff here,” the man said. “I got rid of everything. Your room’s empty.” There was a smirk on his face. “I didn’t figure you would be coming back. I figured you would want to live with your faggot friend and his faggot father so I got rid of all of your stuff.”

I could see Travis’ shoulders slump in defeat and my anger surged through me. I stepped around Travis, pushing him out of the way and barged through the door. I slammed the door shut behind me, leaving the two boys out on the porch. I grabbed the man by the balls and squeezed. He dropped his beer and yowled but I cut it short with my hand over his mouth.

“You filthy mother-fucking son-of-a-bitch!” I swore, the words dripping with the venom of my anger and contempt for the man. “If your son wasn’t on the other side of that door, I swear I would cut these off and feed ‘em to you,” I said, giving his balls a harder squeeze. My hand almost vibrated from his scream. “Now you listen to me, you dirty cocksucker. As of right now, you don’t have a son. I know that tears your heart out, but I just want to be sure you understand...from this day on, Travis is MY son. And you can’t even begin to imagine what I’ll do if you mess with either of my sons.”

I removed my hand from his mouth and let go of his balls. He doubled over, still in pain, and slumped to the floor. I kicked him. It was a brutal thing to do but I couldn’t help myself. It scared me a little; too, that I was capable of being so brutal and it angered me that he was able to bring that out in me. I opened the door and stepped outside, closing the door behind me.

“Let’s go.”

“B-but...but I...my...”

“Let’s go!” I snapped. Then I put my arm across Travis’ shoulder. “There’s nothing here, Travis.”

Travis cried all the way home, with Ryan trying to comfort him. I reached over and touched Ryan’s arm. “Let him let it out,” I said. “He needs to let it all out.”

Travis was devastated that his father had thrown out everything he owned. “He threw away my whole life,” he said.

“Try to make a new life, with us,” Ryan told him.

I told Ryan that Travis would have to do that on his own, in his own time. But we did what we could to help him start over. The first thing we did was shopping for new clothes and the boys had fun with that. I bought him new bedroom furniture and we set him up in his own room. The boys seemed a little awkward with that when we were setting up the bed.

“Every boy needs his own room,” I said. “And it looks better if you each have your own room. I’m not saying you have to sleep here.” Travis settled into his new life with us and it was becoming easier to think of him as my own won. Then it happened; out of the blue one Saturday afternoon when the three of us were doing jobs that had been put off too long. As usual, the boys had on old gym shorts that they had outgrown and I had on my workout shorts and work boots. None of us wore shirts. We mowed the grass and raked around the fence and pulled weeds around the flower beds, not something that got done on a regular basis. I was finishing up in the yard and told the boys to go in and start on the garage. There was stuff that needed be loaded into the pickup and hauled off and tools needed to be put away. When I came in from the yard the garage door was shut. It should have been opened and the truck parked outside. I got a little pissed at the thought that they might have ignored me, but then I heard them inside the garage. I went to the service door. There was Travis bent over the work bench with his legs spread apart and Ryan standing behind him, pounding his cock in and out of his ass. The boy’s knuckles were white around the edge of the work bench.

Travis and Ryan having sex was as common as sitting down to a meal, but I was still surprised when I came up on them. It’s just not something you expect to see, your son fucking his buddy right out in the open. But I had let them come to this far, to feel free to do it.

“We needed a break,” Ryan said casually as he pumped his cock in and out of Travis’ ass.

“I thought we would take a break in the pool when we were finished,” I said.

“Travis wanted it now,” Ryan said. “It’s okay, dad, we’ll clean the garage. You don’t even have to help. We can do it. Unless you want to join us.”

By his tone, he wasn’t asking if I wanted to join them in cleaning the garage. I hesitated and knew I was lost. Then Travis put the clincher on it.

“Maybe we could use some help,” he said.

I turned back and locked the door. “Well, you’ve wanted this for a long time,” I said as I walked over to the work bench.

Travis looked up at me with longing in his eyes. That look that he always had when Ryan was fucking him. I shoved my shorts down and boldly stood in front of him, offering him my meat-packed jock in his face. He wrapped his hands around my butt and pulled me to him eagerly. I smashed my jock into his face and felt his hot breath through the mesh material. He mauled my pouch with his mouth and his tongue and my cock responded. Before long, my jock was tented something awful. The material was stretched apart so you could see the dark hue of my cock through the threads. He put his fingers into the waistband and tried to pull it down but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t know why I was teasing him but I did. I kept the pouch in his face but wouldn’t let him have the real thing in the flesh. It drove him nuts.

“Aww, please, Mr. Hill, stop teasing me. Let me have it!” he begged, clawing at my jockstrap.

I laughed softly and held him at bay for a bit longer before I moved my hands and let him pull my jockstrap down. He took my cock in his mouth and gobbled it like a hungry wolf.

“Aww, man, you never did that for me,” Ryan complained.

There I had it. Travis hadn’t been sucking Ryan’s cock. I thought it strange but I was glad that he sucked mine first. Maybe mine was the first he had ever sucked, but he didn’t act like it was his first cock. I wondered who else; and I was sure Ryan was wondering, too.

Travis clasped his hands around my butt, urging me fuck his mouth. I put my hands on the back of his head and fed him my cock. Again, I was having to tell myself that it was happening; that I was standing there watching my teenage son fuck his buddy and his buddy was sucking my cock. I wondered what Ryan was thinking.

Suddenly, Ryan pulled his cock out. “I gotta have some of that, dammit. Come on, you can have his ass for awhile” he said as he came around the work bench.

I pulled my cock out of Travis’s mouth and walked around behind him. My throat was tight just looking at his round, firm butt muscles and that still-gaping hole that seemed anxious to be filled with my cock. Part of it was seeing my son’s huge cock swaying back and forth. I was surprised that Travis took Ryan’s cock fresh from his asshole, but it didn’t seem to matter to him; he was clean.

“Ohhhh, Godddd!” Ryan moaned as Travis took his cock. “Awww, mann, what have I been missing….Ohhh yeah…Ohhh, suck it, man….suck that big cock.”

I spat on my cock and set the head into the gaping hole. Travis moaned around Ryan’s cock and squirmed around anxiously. He groaned louder as I shoved my cock in him.

“MMMmmmnnhhhhh!” he groaned.

“Ohhh, this is too hot!” Ryan said. “Watching you fuck my best friend while he’s sucking my cock.”

For a long time all that could be heard were the sounds of our sex; our heavy breathing and moans and the steady slap of my loins against Travis’ butt and his wet sucking noises around Ryan’s cock. Ryan was watching intently; he never took his eyes off of me fucking his buddy.

“Awww, do you believe this, dad?” Ryan asked, looking across Travis with a loose grin.

“No,” I said. But watching the boy’s tanned, smooth stomach muscles ripple and dance as he fucked his cock in and out of his buddy’s mouth, made me believe the thoughts that were creeping into my head. Actually it wasn’t the first time I’d had the thoughts, but it was the first time I had let the thoughts roam free. I had begun to notice Ryan’s butt more and more, and I found my mouth dry at the sight of his naked body. Geezuss, I wanted him, like I wanted Travis. I wanted to fuck my son! I tried to dismiss the idea from my mind. What we were doing was bad enough. I couldn’t stoop to such depravity. Or could I? I wondered if he would think it was depraved, of he would see it simply as the next level in our relationship.

“Ohhh, I’m getting close,” Ryan gasped suddenly. He put his hands on each side of Travis’ face as he fucked his mouth. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he asked.

Travis got off his cock to answer. “Yes, I wanta try it,” he said.

I had been working to hold off but now I wanted to let it go. I tried to gauge myself to the level of Ryan’s lust.

“Ohh…Ohhhh…Ohhh, Godd…. You want it…here it…comes…!”

His muscles stood taut as his body trembled. Then he began to lurch and I knew he was giving Travis his load. Travis uttered a squealing moan and sucked like a hungry puppy. I banged his butt harder to work up my own climax. Ryan watched. My breathing became ragged and my nostrils flared as I sucked in enough oxygen to keep the machine in motion. Finally the trigger tripped and the stuff came gushing through my cock. Travis moaned again and slammed his hard butt back onto my cock in a frenzy. My legs were shaking by the time I emptied my balls inside the boy’s ass. Ryan’s cock pulled free of Travis’ mouth with a loud suctioning noise as he stumbled backwards. I pulled Travis up and pressed my body against his back. It was hot in the garage and we were dripping with sweat.

“Man, we need to do this outside next time,” Ryan joked.

So Travis was living with us. He fit in easily and I was glad that he was so comfortable with us. Or so I thought. We were well into the holiday season and the boy had fun decorating the house and the tree and wrapping presents. I was deeply gratified that Travis was so happy, and I had never seen Ryan so happy. Then, two days before Christmas, Travis disappeared. Ryan came into my room in the middle of the night looking for him.

“I thought he might have slept in here,” he said.

“Uhh...No,” I said, surprised that he would think that, for Travis and I had never slept together. We checked all through the house and I checked the garage, trying not to think that maybe he had left with my truck. The truck was still there.

“Maybe he went back to his dad’s place,” Ryan said.

We got dressed and headed there. His dad answered the door with the same surly scowl as last time. But then, we had awakened him in the middle of the night.

“We’re looking for Ryan, is he here?” I asked.

“Nope.”

I didn’t know whether to believe him or not. “Mind if we check ourselves?”

“He ain’t here, he’s never been here and he ain’t likely to be here anytime soon,” the man said. “And no, you can’t come in and check for yourselves.”

I decided not to press it. If I barged in, he might call the police. So Ryan and I left. Ryan was about to panic. “Okay, let’s think about it,” I said. “You’re a teenager, put yourself in his place. Get into his head. If you were going to leave home, where would you be right now?” I asked.

He thought about it for minute. “If I was heading off, for good, I would be on the highway trying to hitch a ride. If I just wanted to get away...I would be…at the falls.”

“The falls? It’s December, and he’s on foot,” I said.

Ryan shrugged.

“Okay, we’ll check the falls.” He wasn’t there. We headed for the highway. “East or West?” I asked Ryan.

“I would be heading West, where it’s warmer.” I turned onto the Interstate heading West. We drove for several miles, searching the roadside for him.

“I’m going to take a chance and check out the truck stop up ahead,” I said.

“He could be well past the truck stop,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, he could be,” I said, but turned into the truck stop anyway. We went inside, through the travel store, into the restaurant. I looked all around but Ryan spotted him first.

“Nice call, dad,” he said, poking me and nodding to where Travis was sitting with an older guy. We walked over to the booth. Travis saw us and his face blanched, I guessed from embarrassment.

“Travis! Where the hell have you been?” Ryan blurted.

Travis looked away, glancing at the man across from him. I checked him out in a brief sweep of my eyes and draw my own conclusions. Travis was hitching a ride, or the guy was picking him up. Either way, it was no good.

“We missed you, Travis,” I said calmly. When he looked around at me, I asked, “What’s going on?” After I asked, I looked at the guy, directing my question to him as well.

“He was wanting a ride,” the man said. “Hey, are you his dad?”

“You could say that,” I replied.

“Hey, he approached me,” the man said, holding his hands up defensively.

“Come on, Travis,” I said. I didn’t feel the need to confront the trucker. He hesitated but when Ryan put his hand on his shoulder, he slid out of the booth. Ryan put his arm across his shoulder. Travis looked at the man and thanked him.

“Hey, no problem. I hope you get everything worked out,” the man said. He looked at me again. “Hey, there was nothing funny going on. He wanted a ride, that’s all.”

Outside, Ryan asked him, “How come you took off like that in the middle of the night? Where were you going? And just before Christmas...”

“I thought you guys should have Christmas to yourselves,” he said meekly.

“Why would you think that?” I asked him calmly.

“You’re...you’re family. You’re Ryan’s dad, he’s your son.”

“And you are…” I asked.

“I’m just...hell, nobody,” he blurted as he turned and walked faster to the truck.

Ryan rushed after him, grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He sort of cowered, as if he thought Ryan might hit him, and in that moment I felt a new surge of hatred for his father.

“Listen to me,” Ryan said, holding him by both his shoulders. “You’re not a nobody. You’re my best friend, for chrissakes! You’ve been like a brother to me for so long I don’t know if I could feel any more for a real brother if I had one. When dad said you could stay with us he didn’t mean, oh, except for holidays. You’re as much a part of this family as I am.”

Ryan glanced at me with a questioning look, wanting help. I approached Them; I put one hand on Travis’ shoulder, in a tight grip that let him know I meant business, like a father. In that moment, I wasn’t Mr. Hill any longer; I was his father.

“Young man, I don’t want to ever hear you talk like that again,” I said firmly. “You are a part of this family whether you like it or not. But I guess I failed to tell you the ground rules. So here’s what you can expect from now on. I’m gonna want to know where you are at all times, and who you’re with and what you’re doing, just like Ryan. You account for yourself, to me, just like Ryan does. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” he said meekly.

“You don’t have to call him sir,” Ryan said, laughing.

“I’ve heard you call him sir, and you’re his own son,” Travis said.

“Yeah, I call him sir when he’d mad, but that…”

I held up a silencing hand. “I don’t want to hear that again either,” I said gruffly. “I don’t want to hear that Ryan’s my real son and you’re what, a boarder? You tell me, Travis, what am I to you?” The way I asked, the question demanded and answer.

“I...I...I want to…to think of you...as my...my dad, except...”

“Except what?” I asked.

“Except I’ve got a dad and...and you’re Ryan’s dad...I know you said you didn’t want to hear that again, but that doesn’t change anything, and I’m not going to try to be something I’m not. It’s not fair to Ryan.”

Ryan gasped, “Not fair!? What’s not fair!?”

“Look, Travis, you’re not taking Ryan’s place. What if I had two sons, or three? One doesn’t take the other’s place. A father is capable of loving more than one son.”

“Let’s just make it two sons, okay?” Ryan put in jokingly. But Travis didn’t see the humor. He was about to burst into tears.

“Some men aren’t capable of loving even one son,” he said. He looked at me and I could see the tears glistening in his eyes. “My dad never said it…never told me...that he loved me…not once.”

“Well, I’m saying it...if it means anything. I love you, Travis.”

He puckered up and the dam burst. I reached out and drew him into my arms just as he started sobbing. Ryan stepped up and put his arm around him too. We must have been a sight, standing there in the shadows of the parking lot all wrapped around each other but I didn’t much care. The trucker that Travis had been sitting with came out and gave me a ‘thumbs up’. I nodded.

It was quiet driving back. Travis sat in the middle. Ryan and I both had our arms around him.

“Don’t ever do this to me again,” I told him.

“I won’t,” he said.

“Say it like you mean it,” I chided him.

“I won’t, sir. I guess there won’t be any reason to.”

“There wasn’t any reason this time, dumb-ass,” Ryan growled.

Back home we had some hot chocolate before we went up to bed. Again, it was quiet between us and none of us were uncomfortable with it. There was nothing more that needed to be said. The boys went upstairs first while I rinsed out the cups and turned out the lights. I was undressing when Ryan came into my room, naked. I gave him a curious look.

“Dad, Travis...well, he didn’t say it, but I know he...he wants to sleep in here, with you...in your bed. I think it would make him feel safe. Would you care?”

“You know I wouldn’t care, but you also know that we probably won’t get much sleep.”

“Yeah, I know...I think he knows that, too. I think that’s part of the reason he wants to sleep here.”

“Do you have any problem with this, Ryan? Taking him in permanently, as a son; what I said to him out in the parking lot?”

“No. I want that as much as he does.” He paused then went on. “And I was talking about more than just Travis sleeping with you…”

“Yes?”

“In all the time that Travis and I have...well, been doing it, I’ve never done anything in return. But I’ve been thinking about it, and when I do, I want it to be with you the first time. What I’m saying, is, I...I think I’m ready, dad.”

“You’re...ready...?”

“Yeah, I...I’ve been thinking about it and…I’m ready for you to fuck me,” he said. “Travis has convinced me that it’s something pretty intense so I...I want you to fuck me. And I don’t mind if Travis is with us when it happens.”

I nodded, too out of breath to say anything for a moment. “All right,” I managed finally. “Do you want to go get him?”

“There’s one other thing, dad...he, uh...he would like to call you dad. He didn’t say it, but I know he wants to. He’s so desperate and hurting to have a real dad in his life, and you’re about as real as they come.”

“What about me calling him son? Are you going to have a problem with that?”

“Heck no, Travis is like a brother to me anyway. So is it okay if he calls you dad?”

“Yes, I would be honored.”

“I don’t know if he’ll do it right away,” Ryan said.

“Whenever he feels comfortable with it,” I said.

Ryan left and came back a moment later with Travis; both of them beautifully naked. They came and stood beside the bed, giving me a chance to gaze at their magnificent young bodies.

“You got room for two more?” Ryan asked me.

I was in the middle of the bed and I didn’t move. “Sure, climb in,” I said as I spread my arms out to welcome them. They climbed in on either side of me, lying on my arms. “I hope you boys didn’t come in here expecting to get any sleep,” I joked.

“No, I don’t want to sleep,” Travis said. “I want to thank you for what you did for me tonight; for everything you’ve done.”

“You already did that, by coming back home to us,” I said.

“But I want to show you...dad.” It came out quietly but reverberated around the room. “Ryan said it’s okay if I call you that.”

I smiled and pulled him half onto my body. “Come over here, son...both of you,” I said as I pulled Ryan against me as well. Before I could say anything else, Travis had raised up and leaned down over me and was sucking my cock into his mouth. “Ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned softly. “Awww, son, that feels so good!”

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