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Across the alley Chapter 1 and Subsequent Chapters

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Across the alley Chapter 1
By
LaloGS

Fiction: This is the first chapter of a rather extended novel. It's a long read, but I hope the plot and story will keep all you horny boys entertained. Enjoy, Lalo


The alley that separates my block from the next one over, is used by the city to collect trash. Large containers are placed periodically for the homeowners to dispose of their accumulated garbage and trash. Bulk pickups are scheduled about 4 times a year. Our alley had become piled with bulk trash to the point that vehicles were having a hard time negotiating the narrow unpaved path. The cause, was a new tenant in the house directly behind me, which was a rental since the old couple who owned it had retired and moved to Sun City.

The renter was apparently a family man, because I'd seen two young men Obviously brothers tossing a ball in the backyard of that house. The fence was too high to actually see them, but I could tell from their voices, they were young guys well over puberty. I figured over eighteen or nineteen.

I was out in the alley trying to make some order of the pile of moving boxes and general trash that had been left in the house by the previoustenants, when the gate to their back yard opened, and the two boys came out with more for the pile. They were indeed the ages I'd guessed within a few months at least, and both were handsome young men with lithe tanned bodies, well muscled, and sexy looking. Neither of them was wearing a shirt, and their baggy trousers were slipping over their hips, exposing the elastic of their briefs. I stopped raking trash, and looked at them as they dropped their burdens on the heap.

"Hey man," the dishwater blond said looking at me. "When they gonna pick up this shit?"

I looked at the pile, and shrugged. "I don't know for sure, but they'll get around to it pretty soon I'd imagine."

"Well, they ought to do it right away."

I shrugged again, and the two turned to go back into their yard. "Where did your family come from boys?" I leaned on my rake, and watched as they stopped, and turned to look at me.

"Ventura," the blond said. "Our dad got transferred when his company moved here."

"Um. . . You like Phoenix?"

"Not much." The blond started to turn away again, and the other kid spoke.

"This place is a shit hole if you ask me."

"Shut up Jere. You don't know him to talk like that." The blond punched his brother on the arm. "You gotta excuse him mister. He's just uncouth, swearing like that."

"It's all right guys. Doesn't bother me." The darker boy smiled at me, and the blond turned around again while I admired the thin trail of hair that rose out of the elastic band around his waist up to his navel. It seemed to glow a little in the bright sun.

"He's just pissed because we had to leave all our friends, and haven't met anybody here yet. We'll make friends eventually. But right now, we don't have a way of getting around without a car."

"What about your parents?"

"Just dad. Mom left us a year or so ago." I sensed an edge of bitterness in his voice.

"So why can't your dad take you places?"

"Well, he works all the time. His company just relocated here, and he says the place is a real mess. We almost never see him anymore."

"That's too bad. I can imagine how it is being alone in a strange town. I'd be glad to take you for a tour of the city if you want to learn about where things are. We do have pretty good public transportation, but if you don't know where things are located."

"Wow, that would be fantastic, wouldn't it John." He nudged his brother in the ribs. John just nodded, smiling.

"By the way, you can call me Dave," I said offering to shake hands with John. "John and. . .?" We shook.

"I'm Jeremy," the blond said, shaking my hand. "I'm pleased to meet you boys. I live in this house across the alley." I pointed at my place. "So when do you want to go sight seeing?"

"Any time man," Jeremy said, hitching his baggy pants up. "We're about to go stir crazy here." Silent John, nodded his agreement.

"What about now? I've got time today."

"Great, let us put on some shirts, and we'll be right back." Both boys dived through the open gate to their place, and I heard them giving each other high fives and laughing. I went into my yard, leaving the gate open, and put away my rake. I was cleaning up in my laundry room when the boys poked their heads in through my gate.

"Dave?" I looked up and saw the two peering around the gate post, their bodies blocked by the seven foot cinder block wall.

"Yeah," I shouted. I'm in the laundry room cleaning up. I grabbed a towel drying my hands as I walked out into the back yard. "Come on in guys." They both smiled brightly, and stepped into the yard. They were both dressed in white tee shirts covering their upper bodies which I immediately resented. "Shut the gate, and lock it for me John." I threw the towel back into the laundry room, and walked to my back door. "You guys drink beer? I've got to cool off a little before we go sightseeing."

They both grinned and crowded through my back door right behind me.

I have a den that you enter through my back door. It's set up with very low comfortable Italian black leather furniture. A big screen TV occupies one end of the room with a good stereo system. The room is dark and intimate.

"Have a seat boys, I'll get us some beers." I returned from the kitchen with three cold long necks, and saw they had selected my couch facing the TV. They were sitting apart with enough room for me to slide in between them. I handed them their bottles, and did just that. The couch fitted the three of us with just a bit of space between us.

They twisted the caps off their bottles, and both took long thirsty drinks. I followed their example, swallowing a long cooling drink that did little to cool my fevered imagination. The boys sitting next to me were turning me on, and my dick was starting to thicken up.

"You got any good videos?" It was the first time John had spoken. I looked at him, and smiled to myself.

"What do you like? I've got a lot of tapes."

They looked at each other quickly and grinned. Jeremy leaned back on the sofa, and put his hand on his knee, and then slapped it lightly. "How about porn?" His dark eyes twinkled as he took another swallow of beer, trying to look like he watched porn all the time.

"Uh, I don't know if you'd like the porn I've got. Wouldn't you rather watch a movie or something? I've got cable; how about some ESPN."

"Nah," Jeremy said. "What kind of porn do you have?"

"Well," I stammered, a little distressed that my very explicit gay porn might not be their cup of tea. "I only have gay porn," I confessed, looking at each of them to see their reaction.

"That's cool," Jeremy said. "Let's see something." I took a deep breath, and searched my memory for the best tape to put in the VCR for them.

I stood up, and set my beer on the end table. The tapes were kept in a sideboard with drawers. The cassettes fitted into the drawers perfectly, holding about thirty tapes per drawer, and there were ten drawers. I opened the first drawer, and looked at the tapes there looking for the one my mind had come up with as a good start. Both boys joined me looking over my shoulders.

"Let's see this one," Silent John's hand brushed over my arm and he selected a tape and began prying it out of the drawer. He'd. selected a very hot tape called Butt Buds. I took another deep breath, and took the tape out of his hand.

"This is a very hot tape boys, and I don't want to take responsibility for anything that happens after I put it on."

"What," said Jeremy. "You think we're kids?" he took a swallow of beer, and laid back on the couch, and let his free hand come to rest on his crotch.

"OK. You asked for it boys." I popped the tape into the player, and followed John back to the couch. We took the same positions as before, with a boy on either side. I reached across John's lap to retrieve my beer from the end table, and my elbow brushed across his growing basket. He grinned at me, when I straightened up and leaned back. He put his hand on my thigh and left it there.

"This is great man," Jeremy said, rubbing his growing mound through his baggies.

"Make yourself comfortable guys, it gets hot pretty fast." The tape begins with a long series of big dick cum shots. The thick gobs of cum flying on the screen are some of the most erotic cum shots I've ever seen. As they played, I glanced at both their crotches, and saw the shots were having their desired effect on my young guests.

By the time the video began the first story on the tape, both boys were obviously hard as stone, and breathing with shallow breaths. They had forgotten their half finished beers. I leaned over John again and put my beer on the table. I let my empty hand fall on his stiff cock, and squeezed it a little. He grinned at me and set his own beer down next to mine, and slumped down on the couch.

I turned to Jeremy, and pushed his hand away from his stiff meat, and squeezed him as well. He sighed, and humped into my hand. I leaned back, and put my hands on both their hard cocks at the same time. They both put their hands on my thick hard dick. "You boys have done this before; haven't you?"

"Yeah, we fuck around with each other all the time. Do you suck dick?" It was John, more than he'd said before up until then.

"Of course. Do you?"

"Sure. You want to suck us?"

"Of course. Why don't you boys take off your clothes and let's see what we can get going." They both jumped up and started stripping. They were obviously hot for what was going to happen.

"You too," Jeremy said, pulling his tee shirt over his head. "You strip too. We've never seen a grown man naked before. Let's see your dick." He reached down and squeezed my eight inches through my Levis. I kicked off my old tennis shoes, and started unbuttoning my work shirt. When it was open, I started to shrug it off as I stood up. John leaned into my chest and licked my left nipple. It quivered under his warm tongue, and stood erect from his attention.

Jeremy had dropped his pants, and was standing behind me in his white cotton briefs. He leaned against my back, and his arms reached around me and felt my stiff cock again, before beginning to unbuckle my belt and then popping my buttons. He got my pants open, and pushed his hands into my crotch to discover I didn't wear underwear. He sucked in his breath, and fondled my naked tool with one hand while his other hand began playing with my heavy ball sack. He laid his head on my back and began kissing my neck and shoulder while he played. I could feel his hardness nestled into my butt crack, and I knew then I had to have his thick hard prick fucking me soon.

John, slipped down on his knees, still wearing his baggie pants, and kissed my cock head. He opened his mouth, and Jeremy, looking over my shoulder, pushed my stiffness down and into his mouth. He held my cock at the right angle as John began to suck delicately on my glans. His hands were soon tugging on my Levis and I helped him drag them off my legs. He never took his mouth off my cock head. When I was naked, I put both my hands on his head, and pushed my dick into his mouth a little deeper.

Jeremy, moved away from me, and stripped off his briefs. I took the opportunity to sit down on the couch again, spreading my legs around John's body, letting him take my cock in his hand and continue his sucking. I looked at Jeremy's beautiful body, and watched as he stroked his cock briefly while he watched his kid brother sucking my dick.

"Man," he mumbled. "This is fucking hot." I motioned him closer, and he stepped over to me.

"Get up on the couch, and put your butt in my face." He did as I asked, and I soon had his butt cheeks spread, and licking his slightly hairy asshole with my hungry tongue. In no time, he was rocking his butt crack up and down on my tongue, moaning.

John, stopped sucking me, and I heard him murmur to Jeremy that he looked like he was enjoying getting his ass eaten. "You ought to let him do you. This feels fucking great." Without a second's hesitation, Jeremy leaped off the couch, and John was already stripping out of his pants and underwear. They exchanged places easily, and I was soon back eating ass, one of my favorite activities. I felt Jeremy grip my cock, and start licking it like a lollipop. I moaned, in ecstasy, having stumbled into slut heaven with these two young men.

Jeremy had my shaft slick and shiny with his spit, when John shifted his weight on the couch, and suddenly stepped off the couch still straddling my legs. Jeremy held my cock upright, and John just sat down on me. I slipped into his hole without stopping until he was sitting on my complete length. I let out a huff, and wrapped my arms around him and humped into him a bit. I looked around his thin waist, and saw that Jeremy had his brother's cock deep in his throat. As he sucked, I began to fuck his brother's ass with pleasure. These boys were amazing. I was saying a silent prayer of thanks for their having been delivered to my clutches. I saw my sex life taking a turn up in heat with my new neighbors across the alley.

John leaned back against my chest, rubbing against my hardened nipples sending ripples of pleasure through my body and into my dick. He began humping his ass on my shaft, feeding his cock into his brother's throat. He was moaning and shivering with pleasure. After a good long fuck, he suddenly stiffened, and I held his balls in my hand, and felt him shoot his cum into his brother's mouth. Jeremy moaned, and swallowed, then swallowed again.

"My turn," Jeremy said. Pulling his brother off my cock. He turned to present his hole to me on his hands and knees. I dropped off the couch, and plugged his hole with my throbbing dick. He moaned as I entered him, and pushed back against me hard. "Fuck me hard man." Jeremy grunted as I began to fuck him as hard as he wanted.

John reclined on the couch, and watched us fucking while he jacked his still stiff cock. I felt his hand on my left butt cheek, and he began to stroke his fingers up and down my crack. after a moment, he centered on my hole, and pushed a finger into me. His long finger was soon pushing in and out of me causing wonderful feelings in my body. I reached behind and pulled my right cheek apart from my left to give him more room and hissed at him to fuck me if he wanted. He wasted no time, getting into position behind me. He spit on his dick head, and was soon rubbing it up into my crack. He found my tight pucker and pushed in. I stopped humping Jeremy, and let John's long cock slide into me. When we were well connected, he began to fuck me and I let him set the pace, getting a nice easy fuck going.

We fucked like that for several long minutes, until I heard Jeremy begin to grunt and felt him tremble under me. I took his hard cock in hand, and began to stroke him lightly. He let out a long breath, and clamped down on me with his sphincter, filling my hand with his steamy spunk. I caught it all in my palm, and as he finished, I held it up to his mouth and told him to lick my hand clean. He did as he was told, staying in place as I continued to fuck him to John's rhythm.

Another few moments of fucking him and I felt the climax rising in my nuts. I pulled out of Jeremy's butt, and jacked my cock, spraying cum all over his butt cheeks. Behind me, John grunted, and pulled out of me as well. He stood up quickly and stepped around me and spewed his cum all over his brother's back groaning out his thick creamy load.

Together, we leaned over and began licking the hot splatters of cum off Jeremy's back and cheeks. Jeremy laid down on the carpet on his stomach, and John and I cleaned his body of all traces of our passion. When he was clean again, we continued licking his smooth skin. He shivered under our ministrations and sighed, writhing under our tongues, covered with delicious goose bumps.

When we began to tire, John and I sat back, and patted him on the butt, and both reached for our beers. The two hour video had come to an end, and the screen of the TV was a mass of snow. I handed Jeremy his beer as he sat up on the carpet. He took the bottle, and squeezed the foot that was closest to me.

"Man," Jeremy sighed, "that was fucking incredible." We all three leaned back against the front side of the couch, and finished our beers. I took their empty bottles and offered seconds, which they accepted. John found the remote for the VCR and had the tape rewound then I returned from the kitchen.

"Mind if we watch this again? We missed all the good parts." He looked up at me standing there naked holding out a bottle to him.

"Not at all, it's a fucking hot tape." I handed Jeremy his beer, and sat down on the couch again. The two nude boys were still sitting on the carpet, watching the cum shots rolling by on the screen again. They both leaned against my legs, and John laid his young tanned arm across my lap. I put a hand on his head, and smiled down at him. Jeremy laid his cheek on my leg, and I sat my bottle on the table, and put my free hand on his head as well. Together, we watched the video through to the end. We had forgotten about the sightseeing tour of Phoenix.

End
 
Re: Across the alley Chapter 1

A great start Gary. I hope the next part is soon. Love your stories.
Vic
 
Re: Across the alley Chapter 1

Gary, you can make this one as long as you like if this sort of action continues!!!
Looking forward to the next HOT chapter
Hugs
Harry
 
Re: Across the alley Chapter 1

Oh man Gary, this is one HOT story. Loved the first chapter!!!!!!!!! Waiting for the next one for sure.
 
Across the Alley Chapter 2

Across the Alley Chapter 2
By
LaloGS

Fiction

A day or two went by, and I hadn't seen or heard the boys from across the alley. I was sitting at my computer working on a piece for my syndicated column that's published in several places in the gay press both here in the US as well as Great Britain. I write a lovelorn column for gay men and although it doesn't pay all my bills, it pays enough that I can live comfortably if I sell a few pieces I write on the side.

My career as a writer, has taken 42 years to get me where I've wanted to be. Which is living from my writing income, and not having to punch somebody else's clock for a living. I haven't worked at a real job for almost ten years now. I admit sitting in front of a computer screen answering
letters about various problems gay guys are experiencing is time consuming and often boring, but hey, I can do it in the nude if I feel like
it. Which is what I felt like at that moment. I was sitting there nude typing away, when I heard my name shouted from the alley. I got up and looked out the window and saw Jeremy's head peering over my seven foot fence. I opened the door, and walked out into the yard, my soft dick swinging to and fro.

"Hey man," Jeremy was grinning.

"What's up?"

"You busy?"

"Not too...What did you have in mind?"

"Open the gate and let us in."

"Oh hi John, I didn't know you were there."

"Hi Dave," his voice sounded strained. I opened the gate, and glanced both ways down the alley checking for prying eyes. John was on his hands and knees, and Jeremy was standing on his rump. holding onto the cinder block fence. He jumped off his brother, and John stood up in one fluid smooth motion.

"Can we come in," John asked, brushing his hands over his dusty knees.

"Sure." They came through the gate, and as they passed me, each reached and fondled my cock as they walked by. I started to grow.

The boys were both wearing shorts and running shoes with white socks halfway up their calves. Neither had a shirt on and their tight young bodies were glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Their little brown nubs looked good enough to suck all day. In the yard, after I'd locked the gate, they both stripped off their shorts and showed me their growing cocks. It looked like my writing was finished for the day.

In the den, I started to save my work on my computer, and go through the shutdown process, while I told the boys to help themselves to beers and to get one for me as well. By the time they had returned to the den, The computer was just shutting itself off, and I joined them on the couch.

"To what do I owe this surprise visit?" I put my arms around both boy's shoulders and pulled them to my body. Their warm sweaty skin felt wonderful against mine. The three of us were all standing stiff already.

"What do you think?" John said under his breath then took a swallow of beer. "We wanted a beer, and knew you'd have one for us. He chuckled.

"Anytime you need a beer boys, you're welcome to come knock on my door." I let my arms drop lower, and reaching around each of their waists, I took their stiff cocks in my hands, and stroked them lightly. They both sighed, and let my hands play with them while they drank their beer.

After a bit, John set his bottle on the table, and slipped off the couch onto his knees facing my stiffness. His tongue came out and licked the length of my shaft. I shivered slightly from the feel of his cold beery tongue on my hot flesh. Jeremy and I watched him for a moment, and then Jeremy followed his brother's lead. I took Jeremy's bottle, and set it next to John's, and after a swallow, added mine to the line, and leaned back onto the couch, letting the boy's tongues work their magic on my cock.

They had me trapped between their lips, both riding the spit shine up and down my shaft, working their tongues on my sensitive flesh. I was really enjoying the attention their mouths were giving me, and sighed, laying my head back on the couch and closing my eyes. I was lost in the sensations of their sucking, and drifted off on a cloud of ecstasy.

After a while, they moved lower and began to suck and lick my ball sack. My full nuts loved the attention, and I felt an involuntary shiver run through my spine. Gradually, the boys each hooked an arm under my knees, and raised my legs up to my chest, all the while sucking my big nuts, and pulling on my hairy nut sack with their teeth and lips.

In my new position, my butt hole was exposed to their probing tongues, and they took turns rimming my hole, until it was sloppy wet with their saliva. I was in heaven, as getting rimmed was an all time favorite of mine. The two continued for a few minutes, before John raised his head, and spoke.

"We want to fuck you Dave." His voice was thick with desire.

"Of course," I sighed, putting a hand on his head.

"Both at the same time," Jeremy chimed in, smiling at me.

"You mean one in my butt and one in my mouth?" The both shook their heads.

"Both in your butt," John looked into my eyes. "At the same time."

"Whoa. . .that's not possible." I'd heard of it before, but had never seen t done or even seen porn where it had been accomplished. "Yeah it is," Jeremy said. "We've done it before."

"Well, if you know how, I'm game to try. I've heard of it but never seen it."

"It's not that hard," Jeremy said, and the two boys began to rearrange themselves facing each other on the floor bringing their cocks as close together as they could manage. I watched them and got the idea of how we'd manage this sexual feat.

"I'd better get some lube," I muttered as I saw the size of the two cocks my butt hole was expected to accommodate. I pulled open a drawer in the end table and pulled out a tube of KY. I squeezed a gob into my butt hole, and then a large dollop into my hand. I began to massage it onto theboy's straining dicks.

When I had them lubed, I stood over them, and lowered myself to my knees. I could feel their two cocks probing into my ass crack, searching for the tight opening. We maneuvered for a few moments, then I felt one of the cocks find a purchase in my hole, and I started to sit down on it. It slipped into me easily on the slick of KY. The second snub nosed dick, began to punish my already stretched hole, but couldn't make an entrance.

"Use you finger," Jeremy muttered in concentration, and I felt a digit begin probing around my cock filled sphincter. Suddenly, I felt a stab of pain, and John forced his finger into my hole next to Jeremy's cock. He left it in me, but didn't move it around for a bit, until my pain stiffened body relaxed. He began pulling my muscle stretching it with his finger. I must have been expanding, because after a few moments, he inserted another finger into me.

"That's it, stretch that fuck hole open." Jeremy began to push his cock at the opening. My mind reeled. I felt the fingers stretch my muscle wide, and then slip the opening around Jeremy's cock head. I suddenly had two cocks in my asshole at the same time. Jeremy pushed in deeper next to his brother, and I gasped for breath. I'd never been this filled with cock before. My personal best was an eleven incher I'd met several years before on a trip to New York.

We'd spent the night in my hotel room, and I'd hardly been able to sit still during my meetings with editors the next morning my butt was so sore. Fortunately, being gay themselves, they understood when I explained about talking an eleven inch meatbat up my chute. They all asked for his number. But what the boys where doing to me felt much larger. Not as long mind you, but they both had a healthy girth to their dicks, and I felt like I had something the size of two wrists in my butt.

In the position, I couldn't imagine how we'd get any fucking done, and decided it would just be the experience of having these two beautiful boy's cocks in me at once. After we had settled into a kind of comfort, The boys locked their arms around my body, and leaned sideways until we all fell over on the carpet. It put them in a position to be able to move their hips.

The first strokes were slow and gentle, letting me get used to their double sized friction on the tender walls of my chute. After they had done this for a few moments, they both picked up speed a little. The amazing sensations their two cocks punching into me imparted, caused me to groan with pleasure. They kept this up for a bit, and then a subtle change began to take place as they got out of sync with each other's thrusting.

As one cock was punching into me, the other was pulling out. I felt like I was being fucked back and forth. I loved the sensations, and didn't want them to end for a long time. Somehow I sensed the boys were not too far off the peak, and I began begging them to stop and calm down for a few minutes, too make it last longer.

"No way man," Jeremy gasped. "I gotta blow my wad in yer butt." He was thrusting more rapidly now, and John was moaning in my ear, and fucking me like a jackhammer. Well, the expected happened, and he stiffened against me, and I could feel his body trembling in climax as he shot his spunk into me.

"Oh shit!" He humped my butt once, and shot another gout of cum into me. "Fuck!" His rigid body suddenly relaxed, and I knew he was finished. I expected him to pull his spent dick out of me, and was preparing for the loss his cock had contributed. But it didn't happen.

Jeremy continued to hump and fuck, and soon was groaning and gasping as he emptied his balls into me as well. My dick was so hard, it looked like I had a cock ring on it, which I didn't. I needed to cum too, but hadn't gotten there yet, being too enthralled with what the boys had been doing to me.

After Jeremy finished, I reached between his and my bodies, and took my raging cock in hand. Jeremy leaned over and kissed me on the ear then murmured for me not to jerk off, because they weren't finished with me yet.

Being so young, they seemingly hadn't lost any tumescence, and both boys remained hard in my ass. They rested for a few minutes, with only the occasional hump to let me know that it would continue when their stamina returned. I lay there, and felt John kissing my neck. I put a hand behind his head, and brought his face to mine and kissed him on the mouth, our tongues mixing and exploring.

Jeremy raised his upper torso up on an elbow and watched us kissing for a few moments before he leaned over and began licking and kissing the two of us where our lips met. John and I broke the kiss, and included Jeremy in our tongue play, licking and tonguing each other's faces and lips. This went on for several minutes, and gradually the two boys began to hump their cocks into me again.

This time, it was for me they said together, and began to ask me how it felt. I tried to direct them in my fulfillment, but was soon beyond words. The two fucked me like I've never been fucked before, and for longer than I've ever been fucked before. I shot my first load of cum after about five minutes of the core grinding fuck, and didn't seem to come down from the high of the climax.

They both plowed my trench for all they were worth, and my stiff cock drooled cum, and throbbed like nothing I'd ever experienced before. After another few minutes I shot another gob of cum between Jeremy and my body, but still the boys didn't stop. I was gasping for breath and from pleasure, as I drooled more and more transparent cock snot from the tip of my dick. I was cum dry, but still my dick would not go soft. The boys seemed so intent on fucking me they appeared oblivious to what was happening to me or my body.

I took as much as I could, and my mind began to go in and out of brief pleasure blackouts. I was trembling and shaking somewhat violently, and almost delirious with sexual heat. I felt vaguely that the boys were reaching another passionate peak, and after a few more strokes as deep as they could manage, I felt them both tense and spray their second loads into me at the same time. Their chorus of groans and mutterings signaled that they were also in the same state of mind, or lack there of, as I was.

When it was finally over, I felt like an animal, taken and used by two stud stallions with raging cocks meant for pleasuring themselves and others completely. We laid there in a heap of arms and legs torsos and gradually shrinking cocks, and our breathing slowed, and our chests stopped heaving from passion, and I think we all must have slept for a while.

I awoke feeling John disentangling himself from my arms. I looked up at his lithe young body and he whispered he needed to pee. I whispered the directions to the toilet, and he left the room, his golden body dancing like a Greek statue come to life.

Jeremy turned over, and I put my hand on his chest, and he opened his eyes. I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back, for a long moment, and when I broke the kiss, he closed his eyes with a grin that spread from ear to ear, and stretched like a self satisfied cat.

"How was that mister S?" He put his hands on my chest and tweaked my nipples.

"Just short of miraculous," I put my hand on his hard stomach, and rubbed him warmly. "Where did you two learn such a thing?"

"Dad taught us."

"What?"

"When out mom split with the asshole from her job, dad was pretty hurt. He was working hard to support the family, but she wanted more than he could give her.

"He was devastated when she left with her boss, and felt like killing himself. He told John and me that he wasn't interested in living anymore. It was us who decided to help him work through the pain of her going. We were afraid to leave him alone at night. He was working long hours, and when he did get home at night, he'd always get drunk and pass out. We took turns sleeping with him in his bed so he wouldn't wake up at night and do something rash.

"One night several weeks after we started taking turns sleeping with him, it was my turn to do it. John and I put him to bed drunk again but not quite as drunk as usual. I got into bed with him and John went back to our room. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up with dad spooning himself into my back. I could feel he had a hard on. I laid there for a long time thinking about it. I think he was sound asleep, snoring softly in my ear.

"John and I had experimented with sucking each other off, and I got the idea that dad needed relief, and decided to do him while he was asleep. I slipped down and opened the fly of his pajamas, and pulled his cock out. I licked it a little and then took him into my mouth. He moaned in his sleep, and humped into my mouth. He muttered something in his sleep, and I started to suck him a little harder.

"He started humping me a little bit, and after awhile, he groaned and put his hands on my head, and began to fuck my mouth. It wasn't long before he blew his load, which I swallowed. He turned over, and went back to sleep.

"I told John about it the next morning, and when it was bed time that night, we noticed that dad hadn't drunk nearly as much as he had been. He was actually able to talk as we helped him to bed.

"The next morning we all sat around the table and talked about it. At first dad was embarrassed at what he'd done, but we told him we'd been doing it to each other for a while, and we liked it.

"We discussed where we could go with it, because he said he'd never marry again, or have a girlfriend, because he didn't, couldn't, trust women after what my mom had done to him and us. It was John who suggested we try fucking, saying that we could take turns letting him fuck us, so he wouldn't get blue balls. He didn't think much of the idea at first, but after a few more blow jobs at night, he seemed to come around to trying it.

"We just progressed from there, until he asked us to start fucking him as well, and eventually we started having threesomes. He stopped drinking all together, except for a beer now and then, and we've been expanding our sex ever since.

"We did the double fuck for the first time a few days ago just before we met you. My dad had seen it done in a porno film when he was in the Navy, and wanted to try it."

"Have you told him about me?"

"Not yet." He lowered his eyes, and looked away from me for a moment. "He's kinda jealous. You know?"

“You think he'd get mad?"

"I don't know." He looked back at me and I could see he was sad about something.

"What's the matter Jeremy?" I put my arm around him again and he laid his head on my chest.

"I. . .uh. . .John an me have been talking since we met you. . ." His heart was pounding against my chest, and I could clearly feel
it thumping.

"Don't be afraid to tell me Jeremy. Is it that you want to break off with me?" The words came out of my mouth with a slight tremor in my voice. My ears started to buzz.

"Oh no Dave!" He reared back and looked up into my eyes. "We want just the opposite. We want you to be part of our family. To meet dad, and be friends too." John came back into the den at that moment. "Tell him John." Jeremy reached for my hand, and John sat down on the floor and crossed both his arms over my legs. His chin rested on his elbows just above my flaccid prick. His beautiful eyes looking soulfully at mine.

"Do you think you'd like to be part of our family?" His voice sounded small like a little boys, afraid of the answer he was going to hear.

"I'd love it, boys, but it looks to me like this is something we need to bring your dad in on. . .don't you think?" The boys both stood, and pulled on their shorts again.

"We'll tell him tonight when he gets home." With that, they both kissed me on the cheeks and bolted for the door and the back gate. A moment later, they were gone back across the alley.

End
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 2

the story is really shaping up, Gary. Waiting for the next chapter.
Vic
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 2

Wow!! What a story!! Next a foursome !! I wonder where all the dicks will go??!!!
Thanks Gary
Look forward to the next part,
Hugs
Harry
 
Re: Across the alley Chapter 1

where in the hell are those neighbors?

i could use a couple of those around here myself. great story, hot and all that.
 
Across the Alley Chapter 3

Across the Alley Chapter 3
By
LaloGS

Fiction


I didn't see the boys the next day, or the day after that. I surmised that
their plan had not met with their dad's approval. I went back to my work,
and tried to forget about it. My mind however kept wandering back to the
subject and I wasn't getting much writing done. About noon on the third
day, I decided to go knock on their door. I figured their dad would be at
work and the boys and I could talk.

I jogged around the block and when I reached their house, I jogged up to
the door and rang the doorbell. I could hear music coming from somewhere
inside, but no one answered the door immediately. I rang it again and
waited. I thought I saw a curtain move briefly, then the door opened a
crack. The room inside was dark, and I could only see an eye looking out of
the crack at me.

"Hi Dave," It was John's voice.

"Hey John. How are things with you guys?"

"OK I guess."

"Can I come in?"

"No. Not right now." His voice held an edge of something I couldn't
identify, fear or possibly panic. I was instantly concerned. "Maybe we'll
come and see you in a few days."

"What's happened John?"

"Nothing." He started to close the door, but I put my foot in the way to
stop him.

"Did your dad get mad about us?" I leaned into the crack trying to get a
better look at him. He pulled back, and tried to force the door closed. I
saw movement behind him, and pushed on the door. "Jeremy? Come on, talk to
me boys!"

"Let him in Johnny." Jeremy's voice was husky with some emotion as well, but
different from what I heard in John's. The pressure on the door relaxed
immediately, and I pushed it open. John was walking away from me in the dim
room. Jeremy stood in an archway back lighted from a window streaming bright
sunlight.

"Can I come in?" I took a tentative step into the house. John turned
around, and my heart sank. His face was black and blue from bruises. Jeremy
stepped up behind his brother, and I saw his face was marked in a similar
way. I felt tears sting my eyes and nose. I choked on a sob, and rushed to
the two folding them into my arms. We stood like that all of us crying
quietly for some minutes.

I finally got some control over my emotions, and sat down on an overstuffed
chair arm. I looked at the two beautiful brothers and my heart was breaking
for them. It took them a moment to regain control and when they did, they
both sat on the chair with me, and we hugged again.

"We told him the night after we were last at your place. We didn't tell
him who you were, just that we'd met someone we liked a lot, and wanted to
join our family. At first he didn't get it. He kept asking questions that
were getting more and more pointed, until he finally just asked us point
blank if we were fucking around with you.

"We told him, and he got really pissed off and called us a couple of sluts."
John was looking very sad when he chimed in with this.

"Yeah. . ." Jeremy picked up the thread again. "Then he told us to go to our
room and to stay away from him. We did. He must have started drinking
after we shut our door, because we didn't hear anything for several hours.
We finally went to bed and to sleep."

"He came into our room about three in the morning. He was staggering, and
nude except for one sock. He had a belt in his fist, and he started hitting
us with it." John's voice was breaking as he told the story. He sobbed,
and let Jeremy pick it up again.

"He hit us both with the belt, but it just seemed to make him madder
at us. He threw down the belt and started hitting us with his fists and
slapping us hard across the face. He was calling us terrible names, and we
both were crying and begging him to stop." Jeremy paused for a long moment
remembering the scene.

"He passed out on the bed, and we left him there alone and talked about
what we could do for the rest of the night. We decided that we couldn't see
you any more. We didn't want to get beaten again. He tries so hard for us
without our mom, but it's really too much for him to handle." He lapsed
into silence again, and I stood up.

"You tell him I want to see him. Just send him around to my front door
tomorrow."

"He's working."

"It's Saturday."

"He works `til four, and it takes him almost an hour to get home."

"Fine, you just send him over to my place and let me see what I can do
about this mess." I kissed them both, and inspected their bruises to see if
there was any permanent damage, but fortunately there was none. I went
home, and poured myself a stiff Scotch on the rocks, and sat down to think.
I slept poorly that night, and found myself out in the back yard several
times listening for sounds of violence coming from their house, but all was
silent.

Saturday morning, I slept in a little later than usual, and got up with the
boys on my mind. I found it hard to concentrate on my work, and ended up
just watching a game on TV. Late in the afternoon, I took a steak out to my
patio, and grilled it. It was the first I'd eaten since seeing the boys the
day before. As I ate it, my anger grew. By the time I thought I should be
expecting him, I was royally pissed that he would treat his two magnificent
sons the way he had.

When the doorbell finally did ring, I was actually shaking a bit from my
anger. The man standing on my front porch, when I opened the door, looked
so down and disheartened, my anger with him flew out the door as I opened it.

"Hello," I said, extending my hand to shake. "I'm Dave. You must be Jeremy's
and John's dad?” His sad eyes, looked over my face, but his lips didn't
smile. He halfheartedly shook my hand, and I invited him in.

In the den, I offered him a beer, and a seat. He accepted both, and was
sitting wringing his hands when I returned with two bottles. I handed him
one, and took a seat in the arm chair a yard from the couch where he'd
chosen to sit.

"So, may I ask your name?" He looked up at me for the first time from
examining the carpet so closely. He was obviously distressed.

"I'm sorry," His voice was an adult version of both his sons. I looked at
him, and saw that he had contributed major elements to both boy's looks. In
many ways, he was a handsome adult version of the boy's combined. "I'm
Jack," he added his last name, but I'll leave it out of the story for
obvious reasons. I told him mine, and we sat there for a moment in silence
sipping beer.

"You know," I began, I've been really pissed at you since I found out that
you beat your sons." His eyes widened, looking at me with a kind of terror.

"I...I...," he stammered. His chest heaved as he tried to get air in his
lungs. "I've been cursing myself ever since Dave." His confession, came
out in a blurt, his face twisted in pain. I thought he'd cry.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He nodded at my question, but remained
silent for a bit, collecting himself and his thoughts. When he began to
speak, his voice sounded almost dead.

"Its been a fucked up year and a half for me and the boys." He looked
around the room, and then settled back into the soft leather of the couch.

"My wife, left us several months ago, and moved in with her boss. She told
us she didn't want anything to do with any of us anymore...I was depressed
about it for the longest time, drinking too much, and feeling sorry for
myself, but I was starting to get over it...when... when my company." Here he
almost sobbed. "Informed the employees that it was uprooting and moving
everything to Chandler. They gave us a choice of moving with them at our
own expense, or finding another job..." He looked around the room again,
finally letting his eyes come to rest on me. "Look at me," he said. "I'm a
forty year old guy with two boys that will be starting college soon, and
there isn't a company in the country that would hire me at my current
salary. Believe me it was a sacrifice, but we uprooted ourselves and
moved."

"Why did you pick West Phoenix? Chandler's so fucking far away."

"Two reasons I suppose. The biggest being the rents in Chandler are high
for anything decent, and I didn't want to be too close to the rest of the
employees where I work. They are always having social gatherings, and I'm
just not up for them anymore."

"Ah," I commented, and took a sip.

"The company has had an awful time reconstructing itself here in Arizona.
A lot of the dyed in the wool Californians chose not to come along, so the
company ended up with all the older workers, and the problem of finding
competent programmers to pick up the slack. It's caused the people who came
along on the move to have to work tremendous hours just to keep the company
solvent. I'm averaging 80 hours a week and sometimes more. I hardly see my
son's anymore." He sipped his beer and thought a little.

"I have to admit, that I've been drinking again, and that always makes me a
difficult person to deal with. Do you know what caused the blow-up when I
beat Jeremy and John?"

"Sort of. They told me you were jealous."

"Jealous?" He took a sip of beer. "Confused is more like it. . .Look
Dave; can I be totally honest and frank with you? I need to talk about this
with someone, and I don't know anybody in this town I can trust. I don't
want to burden you but..."

"That's why you’re here Jack. Just get it off your chest."

"All right. . ." He took another larger swallow of beer, and set his
bottle down. "I guess the easiest way to get to the subject is to just lay
it all out for you. . .I've been really depressed lately, working the hours
I've had to put in to keep my job, and not being with my boys that much, and
my fucking whore of a wife having left me. . .I've been feeling pretty sorry
for myself. When I finally get home at night, I'm so tired I can't sleep.
I usually drink myself into a stupor, and the boys put me to bed, and
usually I pass out from the alcohol." He finished his beer, and asked me
for another. I got it for him, and sat down next to him on the couch.

"The boys have been taking turns sleeping with me so I wouldn't have to
sleep alone. . ."His face suddenly contorted with emotion, and he sobbed.
"God, I love my boys. I wouldn't do a thing to hurt them. I live my life
for them." Tears flowed down his cheeks.

"About a month ago, I woke up sometime after I'd passed out, and Jeremy was
sucking my cock. At first, I didn't know what was happening, but it had
been months since I'd had sex with my wife, and except for the occasional
jerk off in the shower, I hadn't touched another human being except for
shaking hands..." He looked down at the carpet again and was silent for a
long moment. I let him proceed at his own pace.

"I...I...I mean… his mouth on my cock felt so good to me. I must have been
horny as hell, to let it go the way I did. I put my hands on my son's head,
and fucked his mouth until I came. I was really confused when we finished.
I was still drunk, and totally out of my mind, but I turned over and went
back to sleep without saying anything to him.

"The next night, John was the one whose turn it was to sleep with me. The
same thing happened, and I blew his mouth full of my sperm. It felt so
good, I couldn't help myself, and since I hadn't initiated it with either
boy, I began to justify it in my mind.

"This went on for several nights, with the same results, and I finally
decided I had to talk to them about it when I was sober. I picked a Sunday
about two weeks ago. I woke up hung over, but after a few cups of coffee, I
woke the boys up and told them we had to talk about what had been going on
at night.

"Well...I...uh...I guess, I couldn't put a stop to it. We started talking,
but all it did, was get all of us excited, and somehow it just slipped away
from my control, and we ended up sucking and fucking each other most of the
day. I was feeling so guilty about it, I proceeded to get roaring drunk
again, and passed out completely.

"The boys told me about you, but didn't tell me who you were. I got very
jealous of them fucking someone else, and...uh...that's when I beat them up.
I was in a kind of blind jealous rage when I did it. As soon as I
stopped, I felt guilty and frightened. I must have passed out or something,
because I woke up on John's bed with nothing but a sock on. I remembered
attacking them, but I was too ashamed to deal with it. I knew I didn't have
anyone to turn to about what had happened, with the sex an all, and I also
knew I was probably looking at jail time if I ever told a soul, or even if
either of the boys told somebody." I put my arm around him and squeezed his
shoulder. He looked into my eyes, and I could see the pain there.

"Do you think I'm a sick fuck?" His eyes were brimming again.

"No, not at all. Let me try to explain something to you." He looked up
and his watery eyes tried to focus on my face, succeeding only on my mouth.

"Your sons are probably homosexuals. I was blunt on purpose. "They came
on to me just like they came on to you, and each other for that matter.
They told me they had been fucking around with each other for some time now,
so it wasn't anything you did to make it happen. The question becomes; do
you want it to continue?"

His hands were shaking a little, and his chest was heaving a bit like he
was trying to keep from crying again. "Jack," I continued. "Your two
wonderful sons love you a great deal. They want the best for you, and were
both willing to give you themselves so you could get some relief. They saw
how the past few months have been affecting you, and they did what they
could to lessen the pain you were experiencing. So, if you stop it, they
will be hurt and estranged beyond anything you can imagine.

"In their immaturity, they came on to me for one reason and one reason
only. They want you to have someone in your life. They were uprooted from
what they knew in California, and you plunked them down in a strange city
where none of you knew anyone. They saw you working your rear end off so they
could both get an education. They also were prescient enough to realize
that when September rolls around, they would be off to college leaving you
to your depression and drinking. They love you too much to let that happen.

"They didn't want to leave you in that situation, and so they tried me out,
and when they found my package satisfactory, they asked me to consider
joining your family. It took me awhile to figure out their ulterior
motives. I mean I've been around the gay scene long enough to know that two
hunks like Jeremy and John aren't going to be seriously interested in fucking
an old queer like me.

"Oh, like you, I think I kidded myself about it, fantasizing I'd lucked
into some of the best sex I'd ever had in my life. What they really wanted,
was someone they thought they could trust to be with their dad." He looked
at me for a long time before he spoke. I could see his emotions playing on
his handsome tear stained face.

"Do you think I'm gay?"

"Who knows? At least you have a little of it in you, or you wouldn't have
had sex with your boys. Horniness would never replace a person's true
sexuality with a man if he's not into that. Maybe you're bisexual.

"If I'm right about your sons' motivations, I'd say, they wanted you and me
to become lovers." This idea shocked him, and he was silent for a moment
contemplating what it meant. When he finally spoke, he wiped his tear
stains away, and looked at me again with renewed interest.

"I think I know why my wife left me. I haven't thought about it before,
but for several years after the boys were teenagers, our sex life hadn't
been what it used to be."

"A lot of couples find their sex life declines as they get older."

"No that's not exactly what was happening. We still had sex, but I can't
remember the last time I was thinking about her when we were fucking."

"Ah," I leaned back against the couch. "Who were you thinking about
then?"

"You'll laugh if I tell you."

" Promise I won't."

"Brendan Frazer. The actor."

"Yeah, I can get into him too. He's a fucking hunk." I smiled, and he did
as well for the first time. "So Jack..., did you ever do anything about
these feelings for another man?"

"No...Well, I guess I did once. I stopped into an adult sex shop, and
watched some gay videos in a booth. I let a guy in the next booth suck me
off."

"Did you like it?"

"I guess so. I came in his mouth, and it disgusted me when he swallowed my
sperm. I left the shop and never went back again."

"So, until the incidents with your sons, that was the extent of your sexual
experience with other men?"

"I guess so."

"Do you want to change that?" He looked at me, a smile playing on his lips
lightly.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I guess I do."

"Well, I think it's safe to say that I'm available."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I pulled him to me, and kissed him on the mouth. He was tentative
at first, but slowly, he relaxed into the kiss, and I felt him begin to
probe with his tongue.

I let my hand drop into his lap, and felt a sizable hardness growing there.
His hand crept over my thigh, and squeezed my swelling cock gently.

I broke the kiss, and stood up, taking him by the hand. I led him to my
bedroom and into our future.

End
 
Re: Across the alley Chapter 1

so far its' as good as anything you've done.that is to say it is excellent and up to the standards we have come to expect of your workdare i say it?...write on
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 3

Wow!! Gary, thanks.
Certainly different from what I thought the outcome would be !!!
Hugs
Harry
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 3

Nice twist Gary. Daddy taking over for the boys. Loved it. Can't wait for tomorrow's chapter.
Vic
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 3

Oh poor Jeremy and John. That must have been horrible for them. A twist I would not have thought about. I am hooked on this story.
 
Across the Alley Chapter 4

Across the Alley Chapter 4
By
LaloGS

Fiction

Jack and I hit it off very well sexually, and we seemed to fit together well as
people. We had two things in common that made us a proper fit; Jeremy and
John. We talked about them for a long time, and I saw what he wanted for
them and I whole heartedly agreed. I suggested that if we pooled our
resources, it would be easier to accomplish, and we'd all benefit from the
combination of our lives together.

Since he'd just signed a one year lease on the house across the alley, he
didn't think he could get out of it so easily, but I suggested he read his
lease to see if there was a sublet clause. If there was, we'd find a new
tenant, and he and the boys could move in with me. My larger house would
accommodate us all easily, and by living together as a family, we could get
to know each other better faster.

"My house is paid off," I told him, cuddled with him on my king sized bed.
The two of us were naked, and lay stroking each others hair and body. The
sex had been good, if a bit tentative on his part. He'd not had much
experience making love to another man. There were things I could teach him,
and the lessons would be wonderful for the both of us.

"With the rent money you'd be saving, the boy's education fund would grow
faster, and we could live off my income as a writer. I'm certainly not
rich, but I get along, and even can put enough away every year for a nice
trip somewhere in the world. I love to travel."

"How can I contribute," His dark eyes, were languid as they searched mine.

"You think not being alone all the time wouldn't be a contribution? Jack,
I've been alone for so long, I've forgotten what it was like having someone
to love in my life. With you and the boys, suddenly I have a surfeit of
people to love."

"You haven't had a lover before?"

"None to speak of. I've certainly had my share of men, but for some
reason, only one long term relationship, and that was in my thirties, and
only lasted two years."

"What happened?"

"The usual. His name was Marc, and I loved him dearly, but he had a wild
streak that couldn't settle down with just one man. He loved the bar scene,
and it kind of got out of hand for him. He's dead now."

"AIDS?" I nodded. He leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the mouth.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be. It's way in the past now. I haven't had a steady lover since
he died. I've occasionally made do with guys I've met on the internet, but
I've always played safe with them, just like you and I did a bit ago. It's
the only way to be safe from the scourge."

"We'll always have to use condoms?"

"We'll get tested, and if we are both negative, and take an oath of
monogamy, we might begin to trust each other enough to dispense with the
rubbers...But it is a serious oath, that can't be broken, because both our
lives depend on it."

"I understand."

"I don't think you do exactly. You're only out to me, and the boys, but as
you grow into your gay persona, you might feel the need to sample other guys
now and then. Hell, I might even get the urge to sample. Lord knows I've
had a roving eye in the past. Gay men are not noted for their monogamous
lifestyles. My guess is that one day you or I will be tempted by some good
looking hunk, and we'll give into our desires."

"I wouldn't..."

"Don't say it Jack. I know more about it right now than you do. Trust
me, if you got the chance to bed Brendan Frazer, you would in a New York
Minute. The funny thing about it is, I wouldn't hold it against you. I'd
do the same given the opportunity. The most we can hope for, is that the
love, our love, will grow into a strong bond, that allows us to treat each
other with total respect and honesty. If we do get tempted and give in to
it, in all honesty, we will tell the other one about the incident, and
remember to play safe with a condom."

"I don't think it will happen Dave. I'm not a promiscuous guy. I was true
to my wife the whole time I was married to her."

"I'm sure you were, but I'm telling you now, You are going to go through
some changes, and one of those changes is that you'll begin to look at guys
differently. Some of them will look back, and if the nature of the beast
hasn't changed dramatically, and I'm sure it hasn't, you'll eventually get
hit on, and truthfully, you'll find it hard to resist the compliment. After
all, it's just sex. Right?"

"I guess so."

"Now, I'm hungry. Are you? I haven't eaten very much since I last talked with
the boys, worried about meeting you and how I'd handle it. I thought about
dragging you into my back yard, and beating the shit out of you."

"Why didn't you? I deserved it."

"You looked too much like a pitiful puppy that knew he'd done something
bad, and needed to be punished for it." He grinned at me and nodded. “You
call the boys, and Let's all go out for Chinese or Mexican food, and we'll
tell them what we've talked about."

I headed for the bathroom, while he dialed his phone number at home. I
heard him tell one of the boys to get cleaned up and put on some decent
clothes for a change, that we were all going out to eat.

I turned on the shower, and stepped into it's hot spray. In a moment, I
saw Jack standing there looking at me through the steamy glass door. I
pushed it pen and reached out and pulled him in with me.

****

In my car, we told the boys our plans, and both Jack and I had to laugh
when they slapped each other a high five in the back seat. We all talked
excitedly about what it meant, and were still making plans as we finished up
our meal at my favorite Mexican joint.

The ride home, was funny, as we took turns telling our favorite dirty
jokes. Jack told the funniest, and we laughed hard together pulling into my
driveway. His dark mood and depression seemed totally gone, replaced by one
of good cheer and optimism. I liked this man. Hell, I liked the whole
family.

(Jack's Joke: Two fags walking down the street together, spy a dog with his
hind leg in the air, licking his balls and asshole.
First Fag: "Don't you wish we could do that?"
Second Fag: "Yeah, but don't you think we ought to pet him first. He might
not be friendly.")

****

In the den, the boys wanted me to put on some porn. I told them that if
this was going to be their home, they could very well do it themselves.
John jumped up and started going through the drawers of my sideboard. After
a thorough search of my porn titles he selected one called "Like Father,
Like Son." Jeremy hooted when John told us the title.

As the tape began to roll, I felt Jack tense up a little on the couch
beside me. I patted his leg, and told him to relax.

"Yeah dad," Jeremy added. "It's not as if we haven't done everything with
each other before. Get with the program." We settled into the video, and
it wasn't long, before I could see it was having an effect on Jack's cock.

The boys were laying on their stomachs next to each other on the carpet,
Their lean sexy bodies squirming now and then, I'm sure to adjust their
hardening cocks pressing into the floor. I know, watching them, my dick was
hard as stone.

As the first act came to an end, both boys turned to each other and kissed.
Jack and I watched them, turned on by their openness with each other. I
hugged Jack as we watched them exchange tongue for a long moment while the
next act began to build to the scene where the dad character in the story
catches the son character jacking off into a pair of his dad's dirty
underwear. The dad character, watches from a darkened doorway as the son
beats off in the laundry room.

As the story goes, the dad finally gets up the nerve to walk in and
confront the boy who is about eighteen. The kid is ashamed, and drops the
underwear, standing there naked with his huge cock still stiff and red
looking from the flogging its been getting. The father puts his arm around
the boy and starts to tell him it's all right to jerk off, that all guys do
it, but that he'd learn as he got older, that it was better if there were
two people sharing the duty. The boy on the screen, looked up at his dad,
and their eyes told the story of lust they both were feeling at the moment.

The boy takes his father's hand off his shoulder, and places it on his hard
cock. The father pulled his hand away, but replaced it softly, squeezing
the boy's big cock.

"Jerk me dad," the boy hisses through his teeth. The thumping music swells
and the dad begins to jack his son's dick. It doesn't take long before the
boy arches his back, and gobs of cum fly across the room. As he finishes,
shuddering in his father's grip, the dad leans down and kisses him on the
mouth. The boy kisses him for a moment, then his hands get busy with his
dad's hardon in his pants. In no time at all, the boy is on his knees,
engulfing his father's ridgid cock. The suck scene is very sexy, and I felt
Jack squirm next to me. I put my hand on his stiffness, and he sighed
quietly.

I reached over and unzipped his pants. His harness pushed at the front of
his briefs, and I pulled the elastic down quickly and hooked it under his
balls. He groaned slightly, and lifted his hips a little. I dropped into
his lap, and began to suck his seven inch cock. Sucking, I wasn't paying
attention to the boys or the video. After a minute or so, I felt hands on
my cock, and my pants being opened. When I was exposed, an warm mouth took
my raging meat into it's hot wet inner sanctum. I shivered, and pulled off
Jack to see it was John sucking me.

Jeremy was busy pulling John's pants off his butt, and jacking on his stiff
bone with one hand. John, on his hands and knees, sucking my prick, was
wiggling his tight little butt in his brother's face. I watched as Jeremy
bent and tongued his brother's crack, selecting the hole, which I could feel
from the pressure John put on my cock suddenly. Jack had his head back with
his eyes closed, while I jacked his cock, using my warm saliva as a
lubricant.

I watched as Jeremy put his dick head at his brother's entrance, and pushed
in. I went back to sucking Jack, trying to watch Jeremy fuck John out of the
corner of my eye.

The scene went on for a while, but before anyone came, we instinctively
stopped. The boys started stripping off their clothes, and Jack and I
followed suit. In a moment, we were all standing in the den stark naked,
sporting rock hard cocks that waved together in a tight circle, their
dripping tips touching occasionally.

"You and dad fuck us," John was the first to speak. He laid down on the
carpet again, and raised his butt hole into the air. Jeremy was right beside
him in a flash and had raised his as well.

Jack and I looked at each other, and smiled. He stepped behind Jeremy, and I
took John. After rimming the two boys for a few minutes, while Jack did his
best to duplicate what I was doing, we put our dick heads to their marks,
and both boys pushed back onto us. I pushed John down to the carpet, until
he was laying flat beneath me, and began to fuck his tight little hole like
a pile driver.

I looked over my shoulder, and saw Jack had Jeremy's hips tightly gripped in
his hands, and was porking his son like he'd never had sex before. Both
boys were groaning and huffing under our assaults on their butt holes. It
was so hot, it didn't take either of us long to feel the verge approaching.
I shot first, filling John's asshole with more spunk than I ever thought
possible. He groaned when he felt me cum, and tightened his sphincter on my
throbbing cock. I thought he was cuming too, but he was just showing me a
good time.

Jack was soon blowing his wad in Jeremy's ass, and the boy was writhing under
him, trying to shove as much of his father's dick into his hole as he could.
Jack was breathing with a wheeze, his chest heaving and his hips vibrating
in tight little thrusts that caused his sexy ass cheeks to dimple each time
he thrust into his son. When he was finished shooting his load, he sat back
on his heels and his long cock pulled out of Jeremy's asshole. The heavy
breathing in the room began to subside, and we all began to relax a little.

On the TV screen, the actor playing the son, was rimming his father's now
naked butt hole. The camera was in extreme close-up on the tongue probing
the loose and tender hole. As we settled back and watched, the boy put his
dick head to the hole, and pushed into his father character. The older man
groaned and hissed for the boy to fuck him hard.

The kid wasted no time acceding to his dad's wish, and the sound of their
flesh slapping together was filling the den. The boys were still hard, and
I realized neither of them had cum yet. I nudged Jack and pointed out the
obvious. I motioned him with a toss of my head to join me, and I laid down
on the carpet, with my butt hole exposed. Jack soon joined me, and the boys
got the message.

It wasn't long before I felt the swipe of a tongue on my hole, and used my
hands to pull my cheeks apart for Jeremy. He was becoming an excellent
rimmer, and knew how to stimulate the sensitive nerve endings around a man's
asshole with his talented tongue. I could tell from Jack's moans and groans
who he'd been practicing on. John obviously hadn't been remiss in his
lessons either.

As Jeremy entered me with his cock, I relaxed and let him slide all the way
home. He laid down across my back and began a slow deep fucking of my
asshole, that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My moans
were involuntary, escaping my lips in ecstasy. Jack, beside me was in much
a similar condition. We turned our heads to face each other, and scooted
closer to kiss as the boys fucked our brains out.

When they came, they perfectly matched their climaxes, and both shot within
a second of each other, and shot several times before coming to rest on our
backs their hard dicks stilled buried in both our butts. The boys were
amazing, If I'd cum like that it would have taken me an hour or more to get
my dick hard again. The boys were still hard and ready. They wanted to go
on for another fuck, but I begged them to wait for a while, because I had an
idea we might all find interesting, but I at least needed time to
rejuvenate. Jack agreed that he did as well, so we pulled apart, and I got
us all some beers, while we rested.

While we drank our beers, I explained what I'd fantasized of doing with the
boys, before I met Jack, but now that Jack had become part of the picture,
the fantasy had taken on enlarged proportions. They all got into the
fantasy, and long before any of us finished our beers, the boys were poking
and prodding the two old men in their lives with their rampant thumping
flesh spikes.

We arranged ourselves, in a line, Jeremy, me, John, Jack, like that, and with
our holes well lubed, we inserted our stiff cocks into the available
assholes. We took it slow, building a rhythm not unlike a chugging engine,
and fucked each other into a sweet delirium. It lasted for a long time,
because none of us wanted it to end. If any of us got close to blowing off,
he'd warn the others, and the engine would come to a screeching halt, until
order was restored.

About fifteen minutes into it, the boys wanted to switch places, and we
were all soon inside each other again in this order: John, me, Jeremy, and
Jack. We took it on to completion, mostly because the two old farts were
running out of steam. When we blew our loads, we all came within seconds of
each other, and finished in a heap on the carpet, breathing heavy and
fondling each other's bodies.

Without a doubt, I was thankful these guys had entered my life, and we'd
become the family the boys wanted and in fact needed. We moved them in with
me, fitting our selves easily into my home, and the boys shared one bedroom,
and Jack and I another, but there were no locks on the doors, and many a
night found us all together in one bedroom or another doing what came
naturally to healthy gay men.

At the end of August, both boys started school at ASU. They were close
enough to home, to not have to live in a dorm, so Jack and I had them with
us every night and on weekends. We take weekend jaunts in my Jeep to
wilderness areas I loved to show them, and often we'd end the excursion nude
and enjoying each other in the wilds of the Arizona Landscape.

That was years ago, now, and the boys are both off in the world living
their own lives, and Jack and I have maintained our relationship over the
years with enthusiasm and stamina. That includes the occasional third and
fourth guy we might pick up at Charly's bar for a night of fun.

We've learned that we like multiple partners, and are not afraid of sharing
our desires with each other. It's kept us going strong for a long time now.

End
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Re: Across the Alley Chapter 4

Gary, I like the idea of one big happy family. Looking forward to reading some more about them. If not, I hope you have more stories. Keep up the good work.

Vic
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 4

Gary Thanks, Great chapter!!!
Is this the end?? or is there more to be told?
Wonderful story!
Hugs
Harry
 
Across the Alley Chapter 5

Across the Alley Chapter 5
By
LaloGS

Fiction


With Jeremy and John gone most of the time at the University, and
Jack working such long hours at his job, I found my time becoming my own
again. The changes in my life had brought a renewed vigor to my writing,
and my editor in New York, was pleased with the new material I was sending
him. I was working away on a piece for The Advocate, one morning, when the
phone rang.

"Hello?" I picked up the receiver and my coffee cup at the same time.

"I'd like to speak to Stony Austin please." The voice was deep and
masculine in my ear, but I was puzzled that he'd used my pen name. No one
had ever called me by my pen name before, and I didn't keep a phone number
under it either.

"So how did you find me?" I decided to be blunt. I didn't want a
fan of my writing stalking me, especially now that I had Jack and the boys
in my life.

"Uh...through a lot of detective work..." He must have sensed I wasn't too happy with the call. "Can you just hear me out? If you say no, I'll hang up and you'll never hear from me again. Honest, I'm not a stalker...well not a dangerous one anyway." His voice had a pleading edge to it.

"To whom am I speaking?" I was trying to keep it as formal as possible, but he had one sexy voice. Not to mention I wanted to know how he'd gotten my number without knowing my real name.

"Herb Kline." He took a deep breath, almost waiting for me to hang up.

"So, Mister Herb Kline, to what do I owe this unexpected phone call?" I put my emphasis on the word unexpected.

"Well," he began. "Let me say first, that I represent a group, that has long admired your writing."

"So?"

"We pieced together from various articles and stories you've published over the past few years, that you must live in Phoenix or in one of the `burbs."

"Uh huh."

"A friend in New York, was able to make an exchange with an employee at your publisher's for your real name. The rest was easy as looking you up in the phone book."

"You still haven't told me why you've called me."

"We, our little group, would like to invite you to join us for
dinner at one of our little get togethers. We meet a couple of times a
month and eat a good meal, and enjoy each other's company for the evening."

"What kind of group are we talking about Mister Kline?"

"Please, call me Herb."

"Fine Herb. What kind of group is it?"

"Well, ultimately, it is a sex club for men." His voice was a bit
hesitant as he spoke these words. "There's more to us than just sex, and a
year or so ago, we decided that you were one of the most stimulating
writers publishing today, and we wanted to meet you if possible." He
paused a moment, giving me a chance to say something, but I choose to
remain silent.

"It was like pulling teeth to get your real name. Phil, our New York friend, had a hard time even hooking up with the employee at your publisher's, and it took him more than six months to wheedle you name out of him after he did."

"So what did Phil have to do to get my name?" This was beginning to sound interesting.

"Well, let's just say that the employee at your publisher's has some exotic tastes when it comes to sexual practices, and almost none of his interests coincided with poor Phil's. Phil is a trouper though, and he gave his all for the cause we set him to do." I was even more interested now.

"So," I toyed with the possibilities in my mind for a moment.
"What is the next step in this drama Herb?"

"Well, could we possibly meet in some neutral place of your choice to have a face to face and discuss it?"

"I suppose so." I thought about it for a moment, and suggested a Chinese restaurant that I liked in central Phoenix that served very tolerable Dim Sum. The place was so busy and noisy, we could discuss sex with animals with impunity because no one would hear even if they could speak English, which was probably not to great a possibility. I mentioned
the name to Herb.

"I know it well. When can we meet?"

"Today?"

"Today's fine. Lunch then?"

"I'll be there at noon. How will I know you?"

"I'll know you Stony. I've seen your photograph in the gay press from time to time." I tried to remember when I'd had a photo published, and couldn't think of a single instance when the photo published with an article was actually me. I liked this bit of chicanery his faulty
confidence gave me.

"Well, give me a clue about yourself anyway." Herb laughed.

"How's tall dark and handsome?"

"Fine, put a flower in your lapel. You are wearing a suit aren't you?" He agreed to a carnation, and we hung up.

The China Palace was bustling with activity when I walked into the
door. The big red booths with their tables draped with white cloth, were
packed with a mixture of Chinese men and a few Anglo business men who had
traveled enough to have developed a taste for the exotic in food at least.
I told Chang, the greeter, I'd be having a guest, and would like a booth so
we could talk while we ate. He nodded, and in barely understandable
English, blurted too fast; "Fi minit."

True to his word, in five minutes, a booth vacated, and the bus boys were on it in a flash. As Chang, lead me to it they had it cleaned and reset by the time we had worked our way through the crowd and the steaming carts of Dim Sum delicacies being pushed by white jacketed Chinese waiters.

I took a seat, and was poured a steaming cup of fragrant jasmine tea from a large stainless teapot a tea boy then sat down on the table. He leaned over slightly in a bow, and lifted the teapot lid. "Empty, this way." He bowed again, closed the lid and was gone. What he'd meant, was when the pot was empty, if I opened the lid, he'd return with a fresh pot.

I glanced at my watch, and saw it was a minute before noon. The front door opened, and a tall darkly handsome man and shorter, no less handsome boy walked into the restaurant. Chang bowed to them and spoke his fi minit warning, but I saw the agreed upon carnation, and walked up to Herb and the boy.

"Herb Klein?" He looked at me blankly. "Herb," I said, having a bit of fun at his expense. "You don't remember me do you?" He looked stricken. Obviously he didn't want some guy from his past he couldn't remember joining him at our meeting. His face flushed.

"Uh...Gee, I'm drawing a blank here. Where did we meet?" I grinned. Now that the tables were turned, he was the one uncomfortable with the familiarity. I notched it up one.

"At your club. It's been a while, but we had a great time that night didn't we?" I looked at the boy, he was barely legal, and was smiling at me while he glanced at Herb.

"What was your name again? I'm sorry, I've drawn a complete blank."

"Stony Austin." I offered my hand, and he lamely shook it. A shit eating grin spread on his face as he quickly realized he'd been played with.

"Stony, I'm really glad you agreed to meet with me." He pumped my hand too long, and finally I pulled it away.

"I've got a booth in the back of the room." I turned and led the way. "So who is your pretty young friend?" We were sliding into the booth with the boy between us.

"This is Danny." Herb introduced his friend, and I poured them both tea, having snagged an unused cup from a set table we'd passed on the way back to the booth.

"Nice to meet you Danny," I offered my hand, which the boy shook once before returning his hands to his lap beneath the white tablecloth.

A steam cart trundled up to the table, and the waiter, began showing us the selection of Dim Sum. I pointed to several small plates, and the waiter deftly placed them on the table. I finished selecting and shooed him away. Danny's eyes were looking at the selections with
trepidation. He'd obviously never been to a Dim Sum restaurant before.

"It looks like you keep him home and in the dark," I said to Herb.

"I've only known Danny for a few days. He's new to Phoenix from Iowa. There's a lot he doesn't know yet, but he's willing to learn. Aren't you Danny?" The boy nodded, his strawberry blond hair falling slightly over his right eye. I'd yet to hear him speak.

I picked up a Shu Mai dumpling with my chopsticks and sprinkled it with a dab of hot sauce, and popped it into my mouth. The silkiness of the pasta covering on my tongue, sending a thrill to my taste buds, followed instantly by the clutch at my throat from the heat of the sauce, and the wonderful flavor of the pork stuffing and little round of sausage my teeth
cut into. My juices flowed at the flavor, and I smiled.

Herb picked up his chop sticks and helped himself to a pot sticker. Danny sat quietly with his hands still in his lap, watching the two of us eating the delicious food. I realized, he was at a loss about chopsticks, and there being no other utensils on the table, he wasn't about to make a fool of himself.

I took a second Shu Mai with my sticks, and held it up to his mouth. He looked slightly frightened, and glared hard at the morsel under his nose.

"Don't worry Danny, it's just pork and pasta." He sniffed suspiciously at the food, and then opened his lips slightly. "Open wide," I said, pushing the dumpling into his mouth. "Take the whole thing in and chew it slowly. They're my favorite Din Sum." He chewed slowly as
instructed, and as the flavors filled his mouth, he let a grin spread over his face. His blue eyes lighted up with delight at this new treat.

I raised my hand and waved at one of the bus boys. When he arrived
at the table, I told him to bring a fork for Danny. He didn't understand,
so I pantomimed eating with a Western utensil. He smiled and nodded,
disappearing for what seemed like an instant before he was back with a
fork.

"There Dan," I handed him the fork. "Chopsticks are an acquired affectation. A fork works just as well." Herb was grinning at the two of us.

"Well," he said, around a second dumpling. "I enjoyed watching you feed the little bird." Danny blushed, and speared a pot sticker on the tines of his fork.

"So why are we here Herb?" I picked up a Sha Su Bow, and peeled the little square of paper off it's bottom. "Try this Dan, it has Chinese Barbecue pork inside. Delicious." He took it with timid fingers, and smelled it before tasting a little of the bun.

"To speak bluntly, we, our little group that is, would like you to join us for dinner at our next meeting. Ultimately, we'd like to offer you an exclusive membership if you'd accept it."

"And so this is really a sex club?" Herb nodded. "Is Danny a member?"

"Not a member, but one of the toys." I glanced at Danny when he said this and saw the boys neck and face darken with another blush. I found it charming.

"That's a bit blunt isn't it?" I glared briefly at Herb.

"Danny knows all about it, and understands what his part of the scenario is."

"And just what is his part?" I watched Danny eating silently, chewing, looking down to avoid eye contact with either of us.

"He responded to our invitation on the internet. He's here of his own accord, and is really looking forward to you breaking him in."

"Breaking him in?" I'd stopped eating.

"We paid his fare from Iowa, so he could join us."

"How old are you Danny?" I looked at the boy, who now seemed
younger than ever. His blue eyes caught mine briefly, and then were back on the table top.

"Eighteen," His voice was barely audible over the noisy restaurant
crowd.

"What about your parents back in Iowa? What do they think of this?" He looked into my eyes a bit longer this time, and I saw pain there. He looked ready to tear up.

"His parents," Herb interjected. "Kicked him out of the house when he told them he thought he might be gay. His dad beat him up pretty badly, and told him never to show his face in their house again."

"Your mother agree with this?" I put a hand on his shoulder. He was trembling slightly. He looked up at me and nodded.

"You're going to have him crying here in a minute," Herb said. I looked back to him, and raised my eyebrows. "His mother was the one who told him to get out first. Apparently, they are farm folks and don't have any truck with homosexuality. They were hassling him about finding a girl and settling down and producing some new farm hands for the family. They had even picked out the bimbo for him to marry. A cow from the next spread
over, who Danny describes as man hungry."

"He was desperate to get away from Iowa, and was living in a field hand's flop house. He found us on the computer at the local library, and answered our ad. When he explained his situation, we had a quick conference and wired him the money for a bus ticket.

He showed up here in Phoenix four days ago, penniless, and with almost no clothes to his name. Some of the guys in our group, were kind enough to contribute to a fund to get him situated. He has some decent clothes now, and I'd guess he isn't hungry anymore, and he's been staying at my place, waiting to meet you."

"Me?"

"Danny's a virgin, Stony. We want to make a gift of him to you if you'll join our club." My mouth dropped open.

"I...uh..." I was speechless. I picked up the teacup, and sipped the hot fragrant beverage, thinking. "Herb," I began, sipping once more before setting the cup down. "I have a lover, and two sons in college. Well, actually they are my lover's sons, but we have become a happy family. I appreciate what you are offering, and I certainly wouldn't want
to hurt Danny's feelings, but..." Danny was looking at me intently, listening with his eyes glistening, and his chin quivering and dimpled. I hesitated.

"Danny, is this what you want?" He nodded, and then looked back to the table top.

"He wants a family Stony. We think you could give him what he needs."

"Just what makes you think that?"

"Your stories. The situations you write about. Men and boys together." I looked at Danny as he spoke, and saw large tears coursing down his flushed cheeks. I handed him my napkin, and watched him wipe his tears away.

"Danny, are you sure this is what you want? I can certainly talk to Jack, my lover about it tonight, and the boys when they get home from school..." My voice trailed off, as my mind flooded with thoughts suddenly.

"Herb, this is going to be impossible."

"No it isn't. We've thought about you for a long time. He would be more than welcome in any of our beds, if we all didn't have boys already. We needed a new member to take Danny into his heart and home."

A steam cart trundled up to the table just then, and the waiter began showing off his Dim Sum Choices. I waved him away, and watched him push on to the next table while I thought. The boy was certainly in need, and from what I understood now, willing. He needed a teacher to bring him out in a caring way. If that didn't happen, he'd most likely end up on the streets prey to every kind of degradation and disease the gay lifestyle was
prone to. I couldn't see this innocent boy subjected to that. He needed a chance to be himself, to learn about himself in good time, with caring, loving men, who would respect him.

I put a hand under the tablecloth and patted Danny's knee. He
looked up at me, and tried to smile. He was still trembling under my
touch.

"Herb, you put me in an awkward position..."

"I know it Stony, and I apologize for doing it, but it seemed a good idea at the time." I thought about the situation for a while longer, sipping tea silently. Finally, a plan began t materialize in my mind. I patted Danny's knee again, and set my cup down. My hand was shaking a little, and I slopped a bit of tea onto the white tablecloth.

"Danny," I put a finger under his chin to bring his eyes up to mine again. "Will you allow me to bring you home with me as a trial to see if you like our situation? After all, this needs to be acceptable to you first doesn't it?" He nodded quickly.

"In that case Herb, I guess we'll give it a tryout. When is this dinner party you've scheduled?"

"Not scheduled yet. You tell me."

"Can I include my lover and his sons?"

"Are the boys aware?" I nodded this time, understanding what he was asking.

"They introduced me to their father. They were the ones who brought him out after their mother dumped them all."

"Sounds like a happy family."

"We'll see." I motioned for a check, and slid out of the booth.

"Come on Dan, you might as well come home with me now, so you can start
making your mind up about me and my family." He smiled at me, sun coming
into his face for the first time since he'd entered the restaurant.

"That's great Stony," Herb said. "I'll tell the guys in the club. When did you want to have the dinner scheduled?" Give us a week, and then schedule it on Saturday. My family will all be available then, and we will have gotten to know each other by then, and should know more about what we want to do."

I paid the tab, and we walked out into the bright Phoenix sunlight. Danny was walking next to me now, and Herb trailed along slightly behind us. Danny's hand slipped into mine, and I squeezed it gently, and felt him return the squeeze.

"This is me." Herb had stopped in front of a late model Lexus. “I'll call you with the details Stony."

"Fine." I waved with my free hand, and Danny and I walked to my older Mercedes convertible several cars down the line. I asked Danny if he could drive, and he nodded. A man of few words. I handed him the keys, and stepped around to the passenger side.

"Neat," he said, and smiled broadly as he opened the door.

End
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 5

The thick plottens (I mean the plot thickens). Nice twist Gary. I like the idea of new guy on the block. Keep 'em cumming.
Vic
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 5

Oh my gosh, loved this chapter!
 
Re: Across the Alley Chapter 5

Gary,
Thanks , this will help me pass the time this afternoonand evening. The JUB members are the greatest help to us old men.
 
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