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Subject: Four Men in Relationship: Big Daddy Frank and The Ceremony This is a totally new story from a relatively-new writer, here, and follows the characters in the “Big Daddy Frank” “The Father-in-Law Bromance: The In-Laws” and “Life—Straight Ahead” stories, somewhat of a series-saga, and takes place four years AFTER “Life—Straight Ahead.” [This story is fiction, and belongs in the gay male-incest section.] The story and the title belongs to the author, who has also written under the same pen-name in the past for “Handjobs” magazine, unfortunately no longer published. It deals mostly with adult male relatives, may occasionally mention sexual contact between teenagers, and teenagers’ fantasies of sex with adults. These stories are not based on anyone, living or dead, and any circumstances which roughly coincide with real life is purely coincidental, and are not meant � in ANY manner whatsoever � to infer anyone’s sexual orientation or preferences, again, living or dead. The references to the Christian faith are mentioned in reference to the author’s background. If you are offended by such mention, please close out this story and go elsewhere, as there are MANY mentions of such, throughout this story, as well as other stories and narratives I have written. They are but ONE man’s experience, and in reference to life through that particular avenue of understanding, and is a PART of my past, yet it does not represent the whole of my life, by ANY stretch of the imagination, nor do they necessarily represent my beliefs at the present time. Other business: I understand the terms of publication on Nifty, and agree to those listed; that there is no compensation for the story in any form, that it may appear on other websites as a part of the USENET network [et al]. If you wish to contact the author, please do so at CAfurrball5@outlook. Due to the potential volume of mail, responses are not guaranteed, although I may read them, regardless of the nature of the comments, positive or negative. “Fire-laced” letters will be ignored, and disposed of, so if you are incapable of staying away from the “poison-pen” aspect of writing to the authors, don’t bother sending comments, as I will also block the possibility of any future connection to/with you. And along those same lines, the pen-name I use is a pseudonym, as I prefer to remain anonymous, for that very same reason. The fty website would appreciate any and all contributions, to keep the website runng. Please consider donating, as your personal finances allow. Four Men in Relationship: Big Daddy Frank and The Ceremony —by Bobby Joe “Mmmmm…Sweetheart, that feels soooooooooooo good!!!” Mike Juor was having a wonderful dream, and his partner Travis was in it, first messaging his feet, and then getting down to business and giving the man an even-more-wonderful blow-job. Travis found Mike was actually talking in his sleep, and had his mouth up against Travis’ ear, where he had been the ght before, after filling Travis’ posterior openg with an extra-plentiful load of man-cream. Travis nudged Mike, in order to get the man to roll over, and then realized his partner was fully aroused, once more, and his magic wand was pointing Travis’ way. All of a sudden, Travis came to the realization that it was daylight, and in about eight hours they � Travis, Mike Juor, Mike Seor and Frank � would all be joined together in a marriage ceremony on the back lawn of the home the Frazier family had been occupying for nearly twenty-five years. “Babe, get up. It’s six o’clock, and we need to get showered and get downstairs for some breakfast before the pastors get here, and the guests start arriving. Gotta hustle, dude!” Mike Juor’s movement � or more accurately non-movement � concerned Travis, so he walked over to the bed they had shared for the last few years, and grabbed the pillow the man was using, pulling it out from under his head and practically having him “jerked” awake, as his head hit the mattress with a thud. “Fuck, dude! I was having such a ce dream, too! Your now world-famous cock-sucking talent had me damn-near close to blowing my load. A few more seconds and I may have been in wet-dream heaven. Whadd’ya go and do that for?” “We need to start moving, and get your brothers up, too. Doubtless, after last ght’s scream-fest as we all blew our loads all over your Dad and Frank, they were probably out like a light, too. Now get up and go get the two young princes out of bed and on their feet. Showers first, then food. And tell them both “no hanky-panky in the showers this morng. There will be time for that late toght.” Now get moving, Prince Charming!” “Prince Charming? Sheesh!” Mike headed down the hallway to drag young David and Aaron out of their slumber and propel them toward the bathroom, mumbling all the way down the hallway about being awakened at six o’clock in the morng on his wedding day. The hallway light went on and Travis heard groang and moang from the younger men’s bedroom. “If it weren’t for the fact that they are Mike’s brothers and not mine, I would have done it myself, however, he needs to get them moving, not me. Besides, they’re probably still covered in cum from last ght,” he thought to himself. Travis’ words were right on, and Mike Juor opened the door to two quite-handsome young hunks, naked on their beds, in the exact same position they fell asleep in, five hours earlier, with several ropes of dried cum across each thick, meaty-looking set of fur-covered pectorals. Mike’s admotion to his younger brothers to get up and get showered could be heard in Mike Juor’s beautiful baritone voice, “All right you two. Time to rise and SHINE!!! Showers are the first order of the day, and make DAMN SURE you get all the cum out of your hair, both chest hair and head-hair, as you both look like frosted cupcakes this morng. What the fuck, guys? Did you stay up later and get each other off, AGAIN? You each had three really strong orgasms last ght when you were with all of us. I thought we were all good-to-go. But nooooooooo, you two had to try for number four?” Mike found his cock slowly beginng to fill with blood, as he looked directly at the peses of his two younger brothers, and began to feel lust for his own flesh-and-blood. Although shocking to some men, Mike’s acceptance of his own gay side, years ago, helped him to realize that his attraction to his own gender was for this very thing: two beautiful young studs in all their teenaged glory, morng wood showing, making Mike’s cock fill even more rapidly than when he had first entered the younger men’s room. Their peses, much like Mike’s own and that of their father’s, made the image permanently fuse with the phrase “cock-crazed” come alive in Mike Juor’s heart, and mind. The thickness of their individual shafts, the mushroom-shaped heads, the perfectly shaped, circumcised cocks were shing brightly in the early morng light coming in the room, much like the leprechaun’s pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow. Mike stood against the door and held on tightly, as his lust for his younger brothers’ manhood rushed through him in a virtual flood-tide of desire, and Mike’s heart was beating at a pace he normally only felt when he worked out at the health club, or the work-out room at school. Mike’s lust had him noticing the brothers’ collective brawn; the ample body fur the younger brothers now sported, the golden red and brown of their facial hair showing in the morng light, the powerful-looking pectorals on the younger men and the obviously testosterone fed young male swagger they both wore much like young warriors heading into battle, made Mike’s libido leapt into hyperdrive, as his breath had him quickly feeling like he was nearing the inevitable. Quickly, he reached down to break the trance and calm his cock down, rapping the head of his cock with a quick slap-tweak, causing pain to the head of the rod already throbbing with anticipation. It broke the trance and gave him a quick body-check on himself. “Whoa, boy!” Mike thought, “Fuuuuuuck! No time for that now, gotta get them out of bed and into the shower!!!” Aaron and David looked at Mike and wondered where he had just gone to. Their disjointed answer to his itial question had Mike wondering exactly what had occurred with them, after they had left the family room, the eveng before. He was about to find out, and there WAS much to tell!!! He knew his mind had wandered, and tried to pull himself back to the present and the question he had already posed to the two young specimens of manhood. “Nah, it wound up being five actually for me, and Aaron here tried for number six, and didn’t hardly get anywhere before he fell asleep with his cock in his hand. I watched him as he slowly went out into Dreamland. It was actually pretty comical, although I did feel for the guy. I mean, nodding off before you can get your rocks off? Bummer!!!” “Well, gentlemen, then you won’t be horny today, now will you?” “If our Great-Uncle Mike is here, looking like he does in a tux like the one he wore the last time someone in this family got hitched, we’re ALL in trouble! Talk about a walking wet-dream!!! Wow…” “Yep, you’re right about that! Big Mike exudes sex like Tom Jones STILL does, even at Tom’s age!!! And that big ol’ cock of our great-uncle’s gets me going, every fucking time!!!! Enough of that though!!! OK, guys, no dawdling. Get your asses in the shower and get done, `cause Trav and I still need ours yet, and I hear Dad and Frank already downstairs fixing breakfast, so, MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!!!” Mike Juor’s use of the phrase a certain military officer’s admotion from an old 1960s sitcom was comical, and Travis laughed to himself as he heard his mate’s imitation of the man. David’s mind was in one place while Aaron’s was in quite another, with their older brother’s latest comment. “Whose cock is that? Tom Jones’ or Uncle Mike’s?” asked David, a bit too inquisitively for Mike to be comfortable answering. They both knew their big brother and their great-uncle, Michael-John, had had a physical thing going on, for years, and both of the younger brothers were extremely jealous of Mike Juor’s bagging their great-uncle Mike, until the two older men brought the two youngest of the clan into their sex-play on Saturday afternoons, as soon as they reached the age they were interested in the intergenerational sex the older men were coaching them to experiment with each other � so they knew what to expect � and let them both join the adult men when they turned eighteen, and were physically more able to be intimate with the other men. Both had been enamored of the two older men since, and made no bones about it. If it weren’t for the fact that David and Aaron had begun a relationship between each other, themselves, and were getting all the sex they could possibly want since they had decided to become an item, their libidos had begun to level out, and they were less concerned or jealous of their big brother and great-uncle occasionally having a roll in the hay, especially so they were always invited along, these days. Aaron’s suddenly smart-ass answer to Mike’s direct order had begun to piss him off, and really angered him when Aaron started role-playing the innocent-army-private. “Sir, yes, sir, Sergeant Mike! Right away, sir!!!” “OK, wise-ass get a move on!!! NOW!!!” Mike Juor was already a bit annoyed at David and Aaron, and he could not help but think back to their early high-school years, and Mike Juor’s need to get them out the door for the bus and get himself and Travis out to the local Juor College for an 8:30 class they both had. Their Dad worked early hours in those days, and Uncle Frank worked early in the day on a landscaping crew, too, so Mike was the Dad-figure in the morngs for the two younger men, a role he seemed to be repeating this morng. Times hadn’t changed much in four years, THAT was for sure!!! “M.J.! You need to get a move on, too, as it’s getting close to 6:30, and we haven’t had breakfast yet, and the boys still have to go over to the Hirschfeld’s to get ready, AND the pastors will be here by 9:00!” Travis had stuck his head out the bedroom door, stark naked though he was, to holler down the hallway at his main squeeze, Mike Juor. If anyone else had seen him at that moment, they would have seen a totally beautiful man in his fully-aroused glory, as Mike Juor’s voice had its usual effect on Travis, and his cock was fairly bouncing in the air. He � like most of the men in the family he was about to be joined to � was notoriously randy, at a heartbeat’s notice. Hell, he even turned HIMSELF on, in the mirror, every morng, as did his beau, Mike Juor. One day, the two just stood before the mirror, and commented, rather narcissistically, “Damn if we aren’t two of the fuckin’ hunkiest young men in The Metroplex!!! Look out all you gay boys lookin’ for hus-bear material, as Travis Barry and Mike Frazier Juor are � as of this Saturday � officially OFF the market!!!!” and wound up cracking up and falling into each-others’ arms, with Mike Juor taking the role of the one needing a little love at that moment… Since college graduation the month before, Mike Juor and Travis’ life had taken on new meang and importance, as their wedding day rapidly approached, and their love for each other, and the other two men they were about to join with, had grown, exponentially. Travis’ arms came across Mike Juor’s shoulders, and down onto Mike’s pectorals, sweeping his hands up and down his lover’s upper torso, absolutely worshipping Mike Juor’s rather spectacular physique, and musculature. Travis’ tumescence throbbed against Mike Juor’s derriere, and Mike melted into Travis’ arms, ultimately ending that morng in Travis’ pes being firmly lodged in Mike’s posterior and feeding Mike his baby-batter. Travis loved Mike’s willingness to give that up, as usually the alpha-male that Mike was would never consider being a bottom for anyone. “Be right there, Sweetie! Getting Moe and Joe here in gear!!!” “Aaron, did our big brother just call us Moe and Joe, again? Jesus, dude…!” “Breakfast in fifteen, boys!!! Get it in gear up there!!!” Mike Seor’s voice, so much like his eldest son’s, was firmly in the baritone range this morng, and booming, full-volume, and sounding about as sexy as a man’s voice could get. Travis’ balls stirred in their sack, and goose bumps started coming up on his arms, as heard Mike Seor’s baritone-bordering-on-bass vocal tones. Travis was another man in the family who had it bad for his father-in-law, Mike Seor, and as Mike Seor had it bad for his own partner � Big Daddy Frank � was the father-in-law to Mike Seor. Both men now had company in the “special father-in-law relationship” department, and both were joyous in their attractions to their men. Travis got the double-bonus of having two of the same, as he was getting hitched to Mike Juor, who was truly his new father-in-law Mike Seor’s carbon-copy � and shared a bed with him, each and every ght. Two absolutely fucking-A hot studs in the same family was a truly wonderful bargain, one for which Travis was eternally grateful, and thanked the God of his understanding, each and every morng, and as he bedded down with his man, each ght. “OK, Dad! They’re in the shower, FINALLY!!! We’ll be down there soon, after Trav and I shower, ourselves!” Mike Juor’s voice carried, as did his Dad’s, without even having to shout it down the stairway, towards the kitchen. The two younger men took a couple of minutes to man-handle the other, and got each other off, once again, in the shower, in mere seconds, the blessing of being twenty-one and twenty, and randy as stallions in season. Mike Juor and Travis did the same, and immediately shot loads of man-cream on the other. “Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkk, Trav! All I did was touch you, and my cock blasted off. How about you?” “Yep, same here. Just the touch of my hand to your rock-solid, hairy chest, ya big beautiful hunk of manhood, and my balls unloaded, all on their own. I didn’t know I was altogether THAT wound-up!!! But, then again, stud, all I ever have to do to get going is to look at that thick, meaty piece of manhood you got swingin’ between your legs, and my legs turn to jelly!” “Yeah, babe, but after last ght’s marathon with Dad, Frank and the two younger brothers having masturbation races and circle-jerks like a bunch of randy teenaged boys, our libidos are still in a heightened state. And seeing all that flesh, guess whose libido sprang into hyperdrive?” Soon after their spontaneous orgasms, their man-tools relaxed, enabling Travis and Mike Juor to fish showering and getting dressed for their meeting with the pastors, later that morng. “Dad! Do you have our bow-ties? I cannot find them!!!” Mike Juor had showered, and he and Travis were putting their clothes together on the bed for changing into, once the meeting with the two pastors was over. “Yeah, M.J.! All four are down here, with the collar-stays, too. Come on down as soon as you can guys! Breakfast is already on the table!!!” “Be right there Dad!!! Aaron and David!!!! Front and center, guys! Breakfast is served!!!” [The pastors meeting with the four men who were being joined together in the afternoon was scheduled for 9:00 that morng, so Mike Seor had asked the Hirschfelds to take the two youngest of the clan to their home just before 9:00 until an hour or so before the ceremony was to begin, and have the two youngest brothers get dressed for the more formal affair at the home of their family’s friends. No need to have extra people underfoot while the four older men were trying to get into their own formal wear, after they had met with the pastors. He also had a few plans in his head for the two youngest men to be “officially” itiated into the circle of the men of the family that eveng, as a reward for having done so well with everything in the last two years, and both being their class co-valedictorians. Mike Seor was proud of all three of his sons, having turned out to be such gentlemen, and being such well-mannered young men. He believed that the Jewish tradition of a Bar-Mitzvah for all young men at the age of thirteen was an excellent thing, and that Christian fathers and all their male elders should give their young Christian men an itiation in the tradition of the Bar Mitzvah, yet with a Christian emphasis, and another ceremoal-type itiation, welcoming them into the adult world of their fathers’ lives, and let them know what their elders’ expectations were of the younger men, to treat each other fairly and honestly, and to not hold it against his brothers when things don’t turn out as well as expected. The trust of the men was also a factor in the ceremony, and they learn what the code of silence is in their lives, that men never tell on each other, and they are NEVER to let others know of men they had had sexual encounters with, outside the family, unless an emergency occurs, or their sexual partners were about to hurt themselves, or others, and then two or three of them would have to agree to it, and then do it, together. They also knew they were expected to stick together, as “a strand of three cords is not easily broken,” as it says in the Bible.] All four young men raced down the stairs, sitting down at the breakfast bar. “Wow. My sons look positively radiant!!! Would ya look at `em Frank? They all three look like G.Q. models, don’t they? Casual though they be!” “Yep, and in a few hours, they will look even MORE stunngly handsome with those tuxes on! Aaron and David, you both need to go back in the bathroom after you eat, though, and catch the few hairs you missed on your jawlines. Otherwise, you did a fine job shaving, guys. Be careful, though and don’t ck yourselves with the razors, trying to pick up the couple of hairs you missed. Get one of us to help you, preferably in the sunlight in one of the common areas of the house. Come to think of it, my moustache scissors may do better than a razor.” “Thanks, Uncle Frank.” “Me, too, Unc.” “Mike Juor, you look like you were wandering off there for a second or two, bud. You OK with all this?” “Yep, and the fact that � in just a few hours � Travis and I, and you and Frank � will be legally married to each other is amazing. These last six months have flown by, SO FAST!” “Yep, and our two youngest are now heading off to U-T this fall, together, is even more amazing to me. I don’t believe I have ever seen you two so much as raise your voice with each other since you were � what � thirteen, and now you’re becoming a legal couple, too, and wanting to get married to each other in a couple of years? Wow…” All six men were passing the food between each other, the conversation flowing freely as the food was shared, and the fellowship among the men was sweet. “Yep, as soon as we graduate from U-T, Dad. We’re even starting to discuss plans for our post-grad days, AND…a honeymoon in the U.K.! We’re thinking seriously, too, about staying there in Austin, and trying to establish our careers, there. It’s not too far from home, so we can come up to visit you on occasion.” “Wow, Frank, our two youngest are planng their wedding already, AND THEY HAVEN’T EVEN LEFT FOR THE UNIVERSITY, YET! Seriously though, guys, you’ll absolutely LOVE the U.K.! Maybe you can even visit with some of the Barry family who will be here today.” The two Mikes looked at each other, long and hard, and Mike Juor spoke precisely what each were thinking at the moment. “Well, guys, I gotta tell ya that, school there is going to be a lot of work, but if you stick together, and remain friends through thick and thin, we’ll be planng a wedding for you two, in just two short years. I’m glad to see that you’re making it official, though, especially as college life can be a bit tough, and you two will be down there, basically without family.” “Well, we would like to announce it, today, if the four of you don’t mind us borrowing a little of your thunder. By the way, our high-school chum Mike Morgan will be going to U-T this fall, as well, so it’s not like we’ll be down there with no friends, at all, and I’m sure we’ll make friends down there, too, as it’s always been easy for us to do so.” “Well, then, gentlemen, the post-ceremony private party we have planned for all of us will be even sweeter still, then, knowing you two are now a couple. I guess I can tell you the good stuff, now…We’re having a private itiation into the adult circle of men in this family for the two of you, as you have both passed your local Juor College requirements, and are going on to fish your education at U-T. David, as you are already twenty-one, and Aaron, you will be in six months, I want to do it now, before you get busy with summer plans, `cause right after that, you’re gonna be gone, and as much as we four will miss you both, terribly, I couldn’t possibly be happier for � or prouder � of you, both. That you two are sticking together and making a life for each other as your mates, that fact will go a long way to easing our concerns for you, as I know you will both be having each other’s backs, as it were, and watching out for your brother, now also your lover, as family is important, and the old saying is true, that “blood truly IS thicker than water.” What you don’t know � and I have never mentioned before now � is that about two years ago, I saw you in the backyard, being tender with each other, and holding hands, while you were on the glider. And when you fell asleep in David’s arms the other ght on the sofa, while we were all watching TV, Aaron, showed me that you two have PROBABLY been in love for a while, and just didn’t want to make it official, until now. A parent knows, guys, when his children begin to settle down and start taking life seriously, and you both seem to have settled in, a while back, actually, so this is no surprise to me, or Frank, either. It’s like you both stepped through the portal at the exact same time.” “Actually, Dad, we’ve been in love for four years, now. It’s just become the “official” thing in the last couple of weeks. Mikey and Travis both knew it before they left for Austin four years ago, but I guess they didn’t want to say anything until WE told THEM, which we did, actually, when they got back a month ago, actually, when they were here during Christmas break, since we had already bought the rings by then. And, so, with THAT revelation now out of the way, I must officially ask, “Charles Aaron Frazier, will you marry me?” “Yes, David Lawrence Frazier, I will gladly marry you, and I am looking forward to a lifetime with you, my love!” David reached down into his pocket then, and extracted a small, velvet-covered box, in which a beautiful, five-carat men’s diamond ring was carefully and lovingly placed on its little perch. “And I have a ring for you, as well, my love.” Aaron reached down into his pocket, as well, and extracted a matching velvet-covered box, in which a matching five-carat men’s diamond ring was delicately and lovingly perched on its stand inside. “We wanted to do this now, Dad, Frank, with Mikey and Travis’ blessing, as we wanted to make it official before the other guests arrive, and with just the six of us. We’ll announce it after the meal is served in the late-afternoon. I will ask our Pastors to please gather people together for a special reuon time for all of us who attend First Congregational � and our other guests as well, of course � as Mike and Travis haven’t been back to church yet, as your schedules have all been so busy this month, pre-ceremony.” Mike Seor and Frank were standing at the breakfast bar, tears of joy washing over their rather-surprised faces, as neither man expected this to be occurring, or at least not quite so soon, yet both men firmly sensed that the two young men were about to enter into an “official” engagement, and that both knew EXACTLY what they were doing, and were comfortable with each other enough to make the big announcement. Both Mike Seor and Frank couldn’t possibly been any happier for their two youngest offspring. “We will have a private, post-reception party for just � and ONLY � the men of the clan, welcoming our two youngest members into the official family “circle of men,” and for all of us then to celebrate our individual and collective uons, physically, and � of course � emotionally. It will take place as Big Ben strikes Midght. Aaron and David, I have written a small, meangful speech and ceremony for you, as we, your soon-to-be adult-male fellows � men � have agreements between all of us, of certain expectations and bonds, bonds of the three-strand cord as the Bible speaks of <1], and as Christian brothers are to treat each other and ourselves, both in public and amongst ourselves, in our business AND our personal lives. I do not mention this now to make you nervous or anxious, rather, to let you know that you are being given a pass into a world you have not fully known exists between all of us, previously. Now, you may have already seen it in the way we conduct ourselves, and the way we in this family treat our fellow males, especially so our Christian brothers, in our dealings in everyday life. In love, we open the door for you to enter fully into this world and join us at a time in your lives where you are also preparing for another important step in your lives, and that is civil marriage, a uon in the eyes of the law, and in the eyes of our congregation of Christians, which � unfortunately � not everyone in the church world, in general, agrees that we ought to be ufied in marriage within the context of a church congregation, thus our choice to call our uon a "civil marriage," in respect to but also differential from the churches who believe our uon is not to be considered to be a "Holy Matrimony" uon. We respectfully disagree, and realize it may always be this way for us, in this life. In the eyes of God and our witnesses, we know we have been joined together in a Christian brotherhood of caring, that transcends any roles assigned to us, here on earth, by other people, or in the eyes of legal authorities. A perfect uon of caring men whose lives matter to the others in the families, and � to paraphrase the Declaration of Independence � "We pledge our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor." As we go through our day today, may we all celebrate these uons, being officially recogzed and witnessed today � and again two years from now for my beloved younger brothers � with each other, as family. The private ceremony toght will be sacred, yet with a different meang, and a different sensibility, for all of us." Mike Seor looked at his eldest son, and was most certainly in awe of what God had given the two families, in the person of Mike Juor. With all on the young man's mind at this time in his life, his eloquence in such matters was a wonder to behold. The day ahead would be anxiety producing, yet Mike Juor's steadying hand for all of them was something to behold. The man said a silent prayer of thanks to God for such a wonderful young man to be in his family, and � more importantly � to be one of his own sons, and he couldn't possibly have been MORE proud, in that moment, as he counted his blessings for the three younger men before them. Breakfast having been eaten and enjoyed by all the men, the younger brothers took care of the clean-up, as they realized the four men about to be uted in marriage were needing to run upstairs and fish getting dressed before the arrival of the two pastors and the final consultation for the uon-to-be. Once everything was washed and put away, and the house given a complete once-over for any private thing being out in the open that needed to be put in the men's bedrooms, or miscellany accidentally left lying around that ought not be, the younger brothers grabbed up their formal wear to be taken to the home of their family friends and went outside to wait for Mike Juor to take them to the Hirschfeld's. Once accomplished, Mike Juor and Travis had a few minutes to themselves, alone, before the arrival of the two pastors. "Babe, can you imagine the shock of our two youngest members being given the opportuty to fuck you and I, toght? They are just going to be out-of-this-world beside themselves when they hear we are giving it to them, willingly, after all of this time resisting their attempts to get into our booties!" Travis' smile at that news, and the fact they were surprising David and Aaron with the gift of themselves, was almost too much for Travis to bear. "Yeah, Sweetheart, this one's gonna be sweet!!! Aaron's been wanting to top me for seven years! Guess I'll have to sit on his rod, as he outweighs me by about a hundred pounds, or more. Ain't no way I'm allowing him to lay across my bod, as he'd crush me with that big beautiful bod of his!" Mike Juor had wanted to give Aaron the gift at an earlier time, however, by that time, he and Travis had already decided to tie the knot for themselves, and Mike wasn't going to give Aaron the pleasure of topping him without Travis by his side. "David, too, babe. He's been fucking with his Uncle Dave for years, but wanted to fuck my hairy ass � as he has always called it � since the very first time he met me, I think. How the hell does he know I have a hairy ass? I know you didn't tell him, nor have I. I wonder if they've spied on us in the bathroom." "Wouldn't surprise me, as Dad said he caught them both in the hallway outside their master bedroom door one day, and he figures they were spying on him and Frank. Dad said "It would serve them right, as I was fucking the daylights out of Frank at the moment." They were only about fourteen and thirteen then, if I am remembering correctly." "Guess we'd better head downstairs, my love, as I hear voices I know aren't Dad and Frank." "Lead the way, dear boy!" "Smart-ass!" "You know it, and you know you love it that way." "Yep. We wouldn't be getting married right now if you hadn't attacked me in my bedroom, that eveng, after you told my Dad about your Dad, four years ago. Talk about an aggression coming straight out of left field! I still can't believe you had the BALLS to take the itiative that day. Hell, I didn't even know at the time that you were absolutely chomping at the bit to get me in the sack!!!" "Hardly straight, Babe! I had been wanting your cock inside me for all the time you've known me! But when you hit that homer that brought in three runs that day, and then flexed your muscles for me later that afternoon, without your shirt on, and I saw those thick, meaty pecs of yours, I wanted you right then and there. It's been that way ever since. You STILL give me an instant boner, as soon as I see you without a shirt on, and I STILL want to run my hands across those furry pecs of yours and suck the daylights out of your pples!" "Better cool it, dear. The pastors will hear you, and I don't want to embarrass them with references to our life behind closed doors!" "Gotcha!" As the two couples � now nearly one uon of four � gathered in the family room with the pastors, Mike Juor and Travis were turng on their charm, and were being on their own "best behavior," especially for Mike Seor and Frank's benefit, and not just to impress the pastors. The two younger men were looking at the elder of the two couples, and wondered where the meeting would end up. They didn't have long to wait, as both pastors sat and began to say what they came to the house for, that day. Although Mike Juor's mind was clearly not on the pastor's words for that first minute or so, Travis made it clear with one jab to the side of his mate that he needed to pay attention to the pastors' words, and not the growing problem in Travis' pants. Clearly shot down, Mike put his arm around Travis' shoulder and rested it there. ***** The meeting with the pastors ***** The four men met in the family room with Pastors Nolan and Danby. Mike Seor's brother, Mark, and his uncle, Michael-John, stood guard outside to keep everyone else out of the house until the counseling session ended. Mike Juor's younger brothers, David and Aaron, were at their buddy Parker HIrschfeld's house, getting dressed and ready to come with the Hirschfeld clan on this wonderful, love-filled day. The Hirschfeld family went back generations, and their Jewish heritage did not preclude them from any social activities with anyone in the commuty. They were a family whose heritage did not offend anyone, although they were no longer practicing their faith as they were raised, rather, they all followed the elder of the clan, Mark, to a Messiac Temple, and had become Christians. Mike Seor and the adults had learned a lot from the Hirschfeld clan, and the Hirschfeld family had realized that the Fraziers and the Thompsons were not arrogant, pushy Bible-thumpers, either. It was a ce friendship between two families in the neighborhood, and people who were actually pleasant to spend time with. Mike Seor had asked "Brother Mark" to say the blessing over the bread, as was done in the movie "Godspell," at the Last Supper, in Aramaic, AND English. A commuon-like exchange wasn't necessary, as they were all sharing a full, celebratory meal together. Mike Seor's calm demeanor would be needed that day, as the Pastor's words would give a special blessing to the men, and the two younger men's realization that "this is it" hit both like runng into a brick wall. The enormity of the occasion weighed heavily on all four as the commitment loomed large above them, much as many grooms in the past would experience, magfied four-fold by this � a new venture into relationships � was being formally and solemnly blazed. The four men sat on the room-sized sofa, and held hands, tightly, as the words of the pastors passed on their own, personal blessings to the men. Once the actual ceremony would begin, there would be no time for any heavy-duty emotions for the four, as the newly-written ceremony � as well as the vows and personal remarks of all four men to the other three � would be recited, and the shared celebration in the traditions of many newlyweds of different faiths would be repeated - the kissing of the grooms first, of course � and even the breaking of the glass under the foot of one of the men, as Jewish traditions would traditionally celebrate. The men's shared Christian ancestry was foremost, however, Mike Seor always upheld other faith traditions in their best and most celebratory means. The Christian traditions of circumcision and others come directly from our forebears' faith, and those include the faith from which Christiaty arose. "Gentlemen, your commitment to the other three, and the uon as a whole, has demonstrated to us, your pastors, a new and solid commitment to the level of love, digty and respect for your collective and individual manhood; the physical health, the financial health and well-being, and the sacred honor of the other men in your common friendship, your love for the other three, and the stability of a relationship as seen by others in your lives, forging new territory in terms of what relationships among men can be, given the right set of circumstances and commitment to the other three. For myself and my friend � now fellow co-pastor of our congregation � we could not possibly be any MORE proud of the four of you doing this as you are, and openg yourselves up to what you know may not always be seen in a "positive" light by everyone in the modern world, as witnessed by the recent breakup and dissolution of the congregation Pastor Danby once guided, guarded with his very life, and livelihood. In the terms of many attending today there are many of our friends and former attendees of Holy Trity Baptist Church, whose firm and very vocal support of your uon have attested to this joing together of four very loving, very devoted, and very PASSIONATE Christian men, representing THE VERY BEST of what same-gender commitments and love can and now DO demonstrate to the world, and give myself and my associate here hope for even more LGBTQ people to join our commuty of faith. Moreover, and most importantly, we need more men such as yourselves to commit themselves to their established � and potential � partners, before the congregation, through ceremoes such as yours, Holy Uons, and legal marriage of same-gendered partners, now legal in Twenty-first Century society here in the Uted States, and now becoming more prevalent in other countries as well, which my associate and I celebrate today, along with you, your family, and numerous friends, from all over the world. The absolutely amazing fact that a few of Travis' family members have travelled here from the U.K. to be with you all on your VERY special day is cause for a celebration, in and of itself [Travis suddenly teared up once again at this mention] attesting to the wide-spread acceptance of LGBTQ persons growing ever wider in this time in history, which I know encourages all, after hundreds and THOUSANDS of years of oppression, hatred and even worse, emanating from pulpits the world over, in the years and millea now gratefully past. I will give the floor to Pastor Danby now, so he may add a few words of his own to this solemn-yet-joyous occasion." Pastor Nolan sat, as Pastor Danby rose to speak. He looked at the four men, and his evident joy for the men assembled as a ut was quite evident, as his eyes teared up, as well as the four men already obviously struggling to keep their composure and their emotions in check, as the older man of the two spoke. "Men, our lives today are truly enriched by this ceremony, and this uon of four very loving, committed and � yes � PASSIONATE Christian men, as Pastor Nolan alluded to as he spoke. Words alone cannot possibly speak of my own joy for the four of you, as you embark on this new journey, and this, the next chapter of your lives, both individually and collectively as a uon, and a ut � a household � of love, and commitment to the other three. In speaking to my associate, here, Pastor Nolan and I know your love for the other three, as it is, has never been witnessed by the two of us before, anywhere, EVER, like this � as four men together, I mean � and is something to behold. The friendship and love that Pastor Nolan and I share as brothers in Christ is strong, as we attended both Christian college and seminary together, and gave each other support as brothers, sometimes even surpassing the love of blood-relative "brothers," for nearly forty years now. We know a love that other people cannot see on the surface exists between the four of you, as we � too � share a type of commitment of care and concern for the other that has stood the test of time, as we have both lost our parents, and siblings, as we have aged, and know the other man can be counted on to be "strong" for us, at those times in our lives where we � ourselves � cannot be or don't feel strong, as our circumstances at the moment wear down our more "stoic" selves and we suffer losses in relative isolation, as we need to be strong for others, as pastors, and as brothers in Christ. We, in fact, find ourselves "pastoring the pastors," as they need support sometimes, too. While we are not in the exact same places the four of you are, of course, in terms of the relationship you all share in common, however, we feel our love is something we can lean on, in those most vulnerable times in our lives, and for that, we are eternally grateful. It is that love, that commitment, that I wish to see as of vital importance to a world outside these four walls, and the world in general, and that is, your commitment to stand by the other three, through good times and bad, and all the rest of the vows one commonly has associated with wedding ceremoes for decades, now. Therefore, my brothers, we bless this uon of the four of you, as witnessed by us, and lift up this uon of four brothers and men, in love and traditions of our most beloved Saviour and Lord, Jesus, his disciples, and the church in general, that is all of us assembled to witness this solemn-yet-joy-filled occasion, today. May God bless you richly in your common love for each other, and for your love for your brothers and sisters in Christ, here in the congregation, and the world at large. Thank you, and may God richly bless the four of you, for allowing me, my associate Pastor Nolan, and the congregation as a whole, to share this, clearly, The Most Special Day of Your Lives!" Tears of joy gathered at the edges of Pastor Danby's eyes, as the uon he had supported since the beginng of his time at the former church, and now at First Congregational, was about to become a reality, and the pastors were both proud to be a part of a very uque uon of four men. "Thanks, Pastors. May God bless you also, our dear brothers, for your support, YOUR LOVE, and your devotion to all of us here, and the church as a whole, congregation wise, and the church world as a whole, as well. Your courage in stepping out like this affirms our faith in our congregation, and renews our faith in our most beloved Saviour." It was Mike Juor who said it, and the other three teared up as he said it. "Mike, I am so VERY proud of you, my beloved son, for those words. It proves my faith in you is well-placed, that your maturity as a man � and your sensitivity as a Christian � is well-placed. We are so blessed to have you in our family, and honored beyond mere words to know you, as a Christian man in relationship with the three of us. You are wise, far beyond the nearly twenty-three years you have lived, and more mature than most forty, fifty, and yes even some sixty year-olds I have met, and known, over my lifetime. Your choice of words, your ability to see beyond the present-day circumstances, and the willingness gaziantep travesti to be seen as possibly being wrong at times amazes me, no end! Your humility and your gentle nature, Mike, exemplify our loving Saviour’s very life, and for that I � your Dad � AND your family, are extremely awed by your ability and willingness to be a mensch � that means “human-being” in Yiddish � in front of the whole world, and not be ashamed to be seen as being an imperfect man.” Mike Juor stood there, receiving the blessing from his own Dad with open-mouthed awe, as he had known his father’s pride in him as a young man growing up, yet this � a most beautiful and honoring blessing � humbled him beyond words. Frank and Travis stood there, in awe as well, as they witnessed a very private and very intimate moment between a father and his son that moved them all to tears. Mike Juor stepped up to his Dad, and hugged him tightly, for a long while, as their love and respect for each other shone through. The younger man then spoke. “Wow, Dad! What a blessing!!! Thank you, SOOOOOO much! And that coming from you on this day, a day where we are all thinking of our commitment to each other and the uon we are about to officially recogze and have blessings called upon by our pastors and our fellow congregants only makes it that much more poignant, AND sweet!” Mike Seor could hardly say anything for the lump in his throat and the tears in his eyes, as he saw a MAN standing before him at that moment, and not just the young man who his eldest son already was. He truly exemplified � for Mike Seor and the other two � what a Christian man was and ought to be, in the view of Mike Seor, and the way he had raised his sons to be. The reality of it all stood before him in that moment, all six feet two and two hundred twenty rock-solid pounds of manhood he called Michael James Frazier Juor. His namesake was everything he � himself � wanted to be, and then some. And as the young man’s father, he could not have been prouder! “Brothers, we want to send you four out to meet your guests with a prayer, however, we believe the four of you can bless each other, far better than we ever could, as evident by the words shared in this very room, in the past thirty minutes or so. That said, we bless you all, including your very lives, your livelihoods, that is your careers, your physical, emotional and mental health, your shared physical relationships with the other three men in this uon, and the very breath you possess, until He comes to reclaim you and take you home to be with Him forever in the afterlife, commonly called “heaven.” Until that time, may you all love, cherish, respect and HONOR each other with full commitment to the best of your abilities, and rest in the knowledge of His love and His grace for all his children. Amen!” “Well, gents, let’s get married! What say?!?” It was Big Daddy Frank, corny as usual, yet with a smile on his face a mile wide, and that wise-guy attitude he carried off so well, that had all the men in the room cracking up with wild, raucous laughter. “Sorry, guys, I couldn’t resist, as I knew I would start bawling my eyes out any minute, if I didn’t somehow manage to lighten up the mood. It was simply getting too heavy for me to handle.” “I don’t blame you one bit for that, Frank. It was a bit heavy, even for me, and I am a pretty emotional guy.” “That’s one of the things I love about you, Travis. You tell on yourself, yet in a good way. I only wish some men were as sensitive as YOU, my man! The whole world would be a better place if only there were some men who weren’t so absolutely insistent on keeping that stoic, stiff-upper-lip crap going, that we of the U.K. ancestry were taught we had to adhere to, simply because of what we have between our legs. Women and girls are allowed to be emotional, yet we are not? Why is that? What is that about?” “You and Mike Seor will probably not live long enough to see that, Frank, and if Mike Juor here and I live to see it, we’ll be old, old men…if ever.” “I’m afraid you’re right about that, Travis. I just wish it were not so entrenched in our lives as former British subjects, from before the American Revolution, I mean! I see so many men living those “lives of quiet desperation” as in the oft-quoted phrase. The man who wrote that should have been made a saint, or at least a kght! He was SOOOOOOO right on!!! I wonder if he knew just how profoundly spot-on those words really were, in this life.” “Well, men, all we can do as men ourselves, is to devote ourselves � and all we are � to refute the old, and accentuate his words as being so very truthful, that most men really DO “lead lives of quiet desperation.” ***** The private party, in Mike Juor’s dreams, from earlier that morng ***** Mike Juor and Travis had been sitting on the bed, waiting for the two youngest of their clan to fish up with their showers, when Mike Juor felt his partner’s hand cup over his crotch. Apparently, he had drifted off into la-la land for a few moments. In Mike Juor’s reverie, his Dad’s pes was buried deep inside him, as the old man began to rock back and forth. Mike Juor’s practice runs with the dildo at college, and Travis’ assistance as he did � as well as Mike’s helping Travis with his own potential experience with Big Daddy Frank, and the knowledge that later the two older men will be switching places to give the younger men the experience of being penetrated by the other elder, as well � was giving M.J. a major boner. Travis knew by the smile on Mike Juor’s face that he was enjoying the experience in his head, as he had looked forward to being penetrated by his father for more than four years � to be bred by the man’s whose pes sent him hurtling into his mother’s cervix some twenty-three years earlier with his sperm deposit, and to receive the older man’s seed � meant more to Mike Juor than Travis had previously understood, until that morng, when he saw M.J.’s pleasure on his partner’s face, and began to feel already joined to the other two. He slowly began rubbing M.J.’s back and leang slightly in to him, began bringing Mike Juor back to reality. Travis was thinking, “Man, I am already feeling the excitement of toght’s private party, and knowing we’ll make it with Mike Seor and Frank is giving ME major bone! Fuuuuuuck! The damn thing is crowding my shorts! Aw man, I want to see � and feel � Mike Seor and Frank inside me, and my mate! Gonna love taking it for my guys!!!” “Dreaming about toght, babe?” Travis whispered into Mike Juor’s ear. “Yeah, Sweetie. I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to toght, and taking my first man inside me. That it is my own Dad means more to me than that first penetration I did on him, right after I graduated high school. Feeling his pes inside me, the man whose love created me, makes me want him more now than ever before! I’ve been looking forward to this the entire summer, and it’s like I am feeling the penetration in my daydreams as I take my Dad inside me and have his jizz spew forth into me, as he ejaculates his love into me. That you are later going to be receiving my grandfather, Big Daddy Frank, and I get to witness your own first penetration experience from our forebears is making me fucking horny as hell, boy! Then to know they will switch places and add to the other man’s seeding of us only makes it all the more a “sweet” breeding, in real life. Sweetheart, you ARE looking forward to this, right?” “Yes, Babe. Very much so! To feel another man’s pes inside me, besides yours of course � as you’ve been breeding me for years now � makes me squirm! My pes and my testicles are rockin’, man, absolutely rolling back and forth in my shorts! Feeling your insides with my own pes, Mike, gives me goose-bumps. I love fucking you! That you � a dedicated top � would agree to me penetrating you is something I prayed for, Mike. I love slipping you this thick ol’ English sausage of mine, and watching your face as I slip into you is heaven for me, babe. Most dedicated tops would NEVER give that up, so it means a lot more to me than just getting my rocks off, Babe. The fact that part of me is now being allowed inside you, and my baby-makers, means the world to me! Thank you for trusting me to give you myself that way, Mike. I totally adore you, and love you for that, and I love having my cock up inside you, and you letting me breed YOU is just off-the-charts, out-of-this-world mind-blowing, for me!” “Well, Sweetie, I figured it was about time, as you are always so willing to be the bottom, and seem to enjoy it so, I thought I’d try it again, and I do love for the two of you � you and my Dad � to penetrate me. After hearing about Uncle Frank being raped as a teenager by a gang of neighborhood boys, I was gun-shy, though, for many years. Can you blame me? I was always afraid of being gang-raped myself, maybe even being knocked out cold and having my anal openg ripped to shreds, after hearing that. Then, if that had happened, I wouldn’t be so willing to allow anyone inside me.” “No, babe, I don’t blame you for being cautious. Perfectly understandable. That rock-hard cock of yours is showing, babe. You’re not wearing a cup to keep your manhood contained?” “No, Sweetie. Just a pair of briefs. I like it more as my pes can move about freely, yet having the twins supported.” “You wanting your Dad reminds me of all those times you told me how much you fantasized about it, when you were a teenager. I look forward to seeing your Dad’s pes begin to enter you, disappearing into your ass and his beginng to thrust his manhood into you, and seeing your face as he works his cock inside you. I have a surprise for you, babe.” “That is?” “It will be MY hands that guide your Dad’s cock into you as he penetrates you. And Frank told me YOU will guide him into me, so that our partners will be an active part of our individual experiences.” “Mmmmm, that’ll feel good, especially so with you lubing us up beforehand! I know how much you absolutely LOVE handling my cock!” “Same here, Mike. I think you love my cock more than you do your own, some days!” “Yeah, that is, when I can man-handle you!” “Yeah, all that is great and wonderful, but you know what I am really waiting to see?” “Yeah, I know: the look on David and Aaron’s faces when they are told they get to fuck the two of us, toght! They’ve been waiting for SEVEN YEARS? Wow…” “Yeah. I’m wanting to give them something special for a while now, and I think this is it. At least, with you there, there won’t be any chance of them getting any weird ideas in their heads about having you and me as partners, as we’ll already be taken! With Dad and Frank there, maybe they’ll help the two youngest of our brood to be more inclined to monogamy, too, and help them to realize there is something to be said for giving yourself to your mate, and not outsiders.” “Yep, and they’re mature enough to understand that the marriage bed is a sacred thing, and not to be shared with ANYONE ELSE except our mate, in other words, no hanky-panky with a neighbor while his mate is in class, or off campus, working his paying job. Nothing kills a relationship faster than letting someone else take up your mate’s space on the marriage bed. Too many men I’ve heard talk about it have all said that that was their biggest regret, and where the relationship started to go downhill, FAST!!!” “Maybe, with some more mature brothers to guide them, they’ll get it, and not be prone to sticking their cocks into holes they don’t “own,” as it goes. “Mikey and Trav-man!!! We’re done in the bathroom! Have at it, men!!! And make sure you clean up your messes, `cause we did, and there’s no trace of anything in the shower!!!” Mike Juor and Travis looked at each other and immediately began laughing. “You think?!? Davey and Aaron-cum on the shower walls? Ewwwwwww!!!!!” The two men broke into wild, raucous laughter, once more, on their way to shower. ***** Preliminaries to The Ceremony ***** “Gentlemen, the time has come for us to go out and greet our guests, who are beginng to arrive. Mike Juor, go out and get your uncle and great-uncle to come in and freshen up a bit, before a whole bunch more of our folks get here. The caterers arrived an hour ago, and everything is ready. Thank God for my school chums Lisa and Domic. They have done bang-up job with everything, even the flowers. Boutoneres, men? Travis, would you please go find Lisa and/or Domic and get our boutoneres? Shit, I hope they’ve come along WITH the flowers!!!! We need to put them on our tuxes, BEFORE we get on the platform for the actual ceremony. Frank, babe, straighten up your tie, there, stud. It’s too long on the left. Get my brother Mark to do that for you. I was never good at tying those. Shit, where the hell are my black shoes? Frank, you found my shoes, but where did you put them?” “Calm down, Mike! There’s plenty of time before we have to be on the platform. Your shoes are on the floor in the bedroom, next to your ght-stand, babe, all shined up for you, and ready to put on.” “Jesus, thank you for this wonderful man! He even shined my old shoes for me, so I look ce on our day!” Frank smiled, and inwardly laughed at Mike Seor. He was so much the orgazer, and the glue that had held the family together, all these years. And now that it all seemed to be coming together correctly � and at the same time even � Mike himself seemed to be falling apart. Where was that confidence his partner always exuded? Frank himself was cool as a cucumber, and poor Mike was a nervous wreck! “Oh, my! Mike seems to need some lovin’. Wonder if we can get him to even CONSIDER sitting down and being quiet for even half an hour, before the ceremony is scheduled to begin?”, Frank was thinking to himself. He started looking out the door for Mike Juor, so he could get the younger Mike to coax the elder Mike to come inside and begin to calm down. He saw Mike Juor outside, talking to his other grandfather, Bill Frazier, and Bill’s friend Marty Casey. They seemed to be more comfortable being out in public together these days. Frank thought, “I wonder if there will be wedding bells in their future soon, as well, or if they are just � and only – friends?” Although Frank was happy for his long-time fuck-bud, Bill, if wedding bells were in his future, however, he was a bit wary of this new man in his friend’s life, and even wondered if the man was the right guy for the shy and timid Bill. While never being gregarious as he, himself, nor even outwardly the social amal, Bill could hold his own in most things. Like so many of their generation, though, Frank knew Bill held his gay side close to his chest and out of public view. Frank could only surmise that was a part of his make-up, and knew many other men “played” on the D.L., that is staying on the downlow, and off the radar. Frank could hardly blame his longtime friend for being cautious, even though society’s acceptance of the LGBTQ commuty � and LGBTQ people � was changing, so very quickly. It wasn’t always that way, of course, and after growing up in a very repressive atmosphere and society, his own feelings of safety took many years to even advance THIS far, and be open to having people he knew � some for most of his life � knowing he was gay, and was basically “marrying” his best friend’s son, grandson, and his grandson’s best bud, Travis. If Frank wasn’t watching it all unfold before his very own eyes, he would be skeptical about it all, at best, and would be very unbelieving, at the negative end of it all. His seventy years on the planet was merely a drop in the proverbial bucket, he knew, in perspective as to how many years were in the history books, and that included the Bible. The situation with his friend Bill, however, would � later in the eveng � resolve itself, in a most unusual, and un-anticipated, way. All the recent advances were so very wonderful, yes, yet we as a society had so very far to go, with all the super-conservative churches and skinheads and all the splinter and “fringe” groups out there. Anti-government and para-military or militia groups were continually popping up, as were the vehemently anti-gay religious groups. He wondered if there would ever be a day when the planet was free of all the hatred of people of color, LGBTQ people, non-terrorist-related followers of Islam, Jews of all persuasions, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and the rest, who he knew were mostly good people, just different than his family, and his belief-system. “Alas, no rest for the weary! We gotta get this event in high gear, though, or we’re going to be late starting! Better get Mike and give him a glass of wine. That will help him calm down. God, I love that man!” Frank thought. He looked at the man he was about to marry, and then the other two. A fine-looking family, if there ever was one, and he couldn’t possibly be MORE proud of the men! Even young Dave and Aaron, Mike Seor’s two youngest sons, were dressed to the nes and looking for all the world like the model-material their Dad and older brother Mike did. He was certainly marrying into a handsome family!!! “If only MY Dad were alive to see it!” Frank began to tear up, and then thought, “No! I’m NOT going there!!! We believe that people in heaven can see all the happy stuff down here, and not the sad stuff, so I KNOW Dad sees me and Mike and Mike Juor and Travis becoming one, and I KNOW he’s deliriously happy for us, `cause that was always his way.” He grabbed a cocktail napkin from the kitchen island to clean up his face and wipe the tears that had accumulated, and went to the restroom, following Mike Seor, who had just come in to grab a glass of wine � and to use the restroom � which Frank was grateful for, as he knew Mike Seor was getting too wound up before the ceremony. Travis was outside, talking to his Mom and Dad, dressed up in their Sunday best, along with several of their fellow church members from the now-defunct Baptist church they once attended, along with Pastor Danby. Frank had closed and locked the bathroom door behind them, and took a long look at his partner, Mike Seor, standing there at the commode, pes in hand, taking a much-needed piss, and smiled. “Nah, no you don’t!” Mike exclaimed, as he recogzed that look of lust in the Frank-man’s eyes. “No nookie until the private party toght, after everyone has left, and it’s just us.” “Yeah, I know. But I can still look, can’t I? I mean, after all, after twenty years with you, the lust has never died. I still think you are a walking, talking hunk of pure testosterone…and looking at that piece of manhood you’re so freely swinging around the room right now, you still make my heart go pitty-patter, dude!!!” “Shit, Frank, knowing you, you’ll probably have a big ol’ boner on your death-bed, boy!!! I know I turn you on, man, but today is a day of solemty, and yes of joy and celebration too, brother! This is a day where we show all the world � or at least our friends and family gathered, anyway � our joy at being together, and our love for each other, and that is for all FOUR of us, now. If we were to do anything today, which we will be late toght, I want all four of us to be involved, especially so today, Lover. We’re taking them into our lives, essentially also taking them into our bedroom, metaphorically-speaking as well as literally, and sharing our bodies with each other, the most intimate thing we can possibly do! M.J. and Travis are both very mature young men, and I am so very proud of them, and I want them to know � beyond any doubt whatsoever � that they are as much a part of this uon as you and I are, or ever have been, and most certainly I don’t want them feeling left out, today of all days, Sweetheart!!! You understand that, right?” “Sure do, babe. I feel the same way! Mikey’s such a sweetheart, and Travis, too! That we are now a ut of four and not two is not lost on me, babe. I just wanted to see that beautiful man-tool of yours. Mike Juor got his good looks somewhere, and that includes that beautiful, magficent pes of his, `cause yours is just as beautiful and magficent, babe. I’ve been watching you for years, and you just get more fucking handsome and deliciously studly, with every passing day!” “Oh Good Lord, Frank! You are so in love with my body it’s almost comical!!! Honestly, Frank! What AM I going to do with you? And now, we get two of the best � and certainly the FINEST young men on the planet � as partners in our lives as our love expands to include them, and to be our partners as well, are you going to be able to handle them, and me too, hanging out naked together? While we may want it to be sex, sex and more sex, we do have other things, and people, in our lives. I love sex as much as any man, Frank, as I am only forty-four, and still in my sexual prime. Mike Juor, M.J., is absolutely one of the most virile men I’ve EVER seen, and his brothers look like they will be the same, and I know from Mike Juor that Travis is practically insatiable, so we’ll probably have MORE than enough sex! Please stop being such a worry-wart, Sweetie! You’ll probably be MORE than satisfied, I am sure, with these two young, super-virile men coming on board. Really, Frank! We’re gonna have a blast, and ain’t it wonderful to know that they won’t have to go home to or with someone else, `cause in a couple of hours, they will be ours, forever?!?” “Oh, yeah, babe!!! And, best yet, the Thompson and Frazier boys include one more, as a Barry joins us!!! One of these days, we gotta figure out what to call our family, now that Travis will be on-board with us. But, that is for another day, now we gotta get outside and greet our guests.” Mike Seor and Frank had walked out into the kitchen area again, and Frank had poured his mate another glass of Chablis, and handed it to him. “Ready now, Lover?” “To you, and this day, and our precious mates!!! We thank you, Lord, for a beautiful, North Texas day, and a house-full of great people to witness our joy!” “Amen, brother!” Frank opened the door for his first partner, and a warm breeze met him. Looking up towards the sky, he silently thought, “And, thank YOU, Lord, for being here too, to witness our day!!!” Walking on out of the house and into the grassy back yard, it smelled wonderful, as the trees were full of blossoms, and the sun was high in the sky. We could not have possibly picked a better day to join ourselves into a uon. The youngest two of our brood � the younger David and the ever-hunky defensive-linebacker-like Aaron � stood alongside us on one side of the platform, as did my brother Mark and our uncle, Michael-John, on the other side, all four of them looking like they stepped out of an issue of G.Q., studly as hell and hotter than I’d ever seen any of them. “And these guys are my family! How much luckier can I get?” Mike Seor thought to himself. The younger two of our soon-to-be uon, along with my long-time partner, Frank, were standing on the platform, all three waiting for me, in their tuxes and their white shirts with red bow ties, making a picture of male models at their finest in my mind, for posterity. I was hoping the photographer and videographer caught us standing there in a natural manner, and not posed. The freeze-frame/snap-shot would give me a major space problem in my shorts for years to come, though, but what a picture that was! It was the best picture I ever had taken of Frank, and adding M.J. and Travis and myself to the pic was heaven! “Talk about stud-city!!!”, I thought, “Testosterone town, here come my guys!!! We’ll show you what male virility REALLY looks like!!!” My shorts were becoming quite crowded as I took the two steps onto the platform and joined my guys. It was a moment of pride for THIS Dad, lemme tell ya!!!!! I could barely contain my enthusiasm as I looked back on my family and friends � both old and new � assembled to witness the most important day of my life. Tears came to the corners of my eyes, altogether too quickly, at which point I turned around to face the pastors, to wipe them from my face. Pastor Nolan looked at me and smiled, and � knowing me for more than twenty years now, and realizing the volume of emotions runng through me were, at that moment a bit overwhelming for me � was plainly a concern for the older man, for my welfare. “That’s the sign of a good pastor,” I thought. “He’s thinking about we four men, about to tie the knot, and not how bloomin’ hot it is today, or that the food smells utterly fantastic, or that the videographer’s dress is cut a bit lower than I think she is aware of, and is trying really hard not to stare at her. Good Lord, that woman is STACKED!!!” Sooner than I would have wanted, though, the guests were all seated, and ready for the ceremony to begin. The chosen music began � a beautiful classical piece from the Baroque tradition � as the four of us; Mike Juor, his best bud Travis, my long-time compaon and father-in-law Frank, and me � Mike Seor – stood in front of the two pastors from our church, on an angle so people could see with the pastors in front of us with their backs to the assembled friends and family, and the photographer � another high school chum of mine, my long-time friend Larry Montgomery � snapped pics of the whole thing, and his videographer wife, Kathy, did the video-recording, and did a bang-up job of it, I must say! She later admitted she did it through tears, as she said, “it was just such a beautiful ceremony, guys! Absolutely the best I’ve ever seen, or recorded !!!” Well, she wasn’t the only one with tears, that’s for sure! All of us who stood on the platform, even my youngest sons David and Aaron, were tearing up a bit. Later that eveng, they who would tell us in private, “Dad, it was like the scene in “Fiddler on the Roof,” where Perchik and Hodel sing part of “Sunrise, Sunset,” with the words, “They look so natural together, just like two newlyweds should be. Is there a canopy in store for me?” <2] Dad, I found the best guy possible for me, my own brother, Aaron. He is the best one for me, for � as we are living our daily lives � we realize that we have come to depend on each other for not only compaonship, but also for the love we crave, deep inside, where no one else can see. I think you know what I mean by that, if anyone does! David's gentle, affectionate nature, and my more gregarious self, being kinda loud and a big clown at times, yet very loving towards friends and family, especially, give rise to the old saying "opposites attract." It's been a wonderful life, so far, and WE'RE ONLY GETTING STARTED!!! ***** The Ceremony ***** Pastor Nolan and Pastor Danby introduced the exchanging of the vows to each other according to our wishes, and the brief outline we had prepared for them to follow, after their words were shared with the friends and family gathered. It was a heart-warming time for all of us, as our pastors shared a brief tale of their own marriages' first few days and weeks. Humorous, and gratifying, yet they kept it brief, and blessed us as we continued on our paths. Both men had been long-time widowers by this stage in their lives, yet their stories were fresh, and very much spot-on for a ceremony creating a new family ut. Pastor Nolan, being the Seor Pastor at First Congregational, was the main speaker for the wedding party, and Pastor Danby was there to add a bit of support for the Seor Pastor, and be a witness for my guys. "To our guests, I will give each man the opportuty to address his partners individually, then we will close with a reading from the traditional wedding standards, of course adapted to our purposes for this most wonderful of occasions. Ladies and gentlemen, first, I give our elder, Frank, the opportuty to speak..." Frank took the microphone from Pastor Nolan, and began to speak. "Mike Seor � "Mike" to me � you have already given me more than twenty of the happiest years of my life! I cannot tell you that every moment was perfect, and we have had our disagreements, as every couple has, yet you have been an inspiration, first, to see you raise your three sons without a mother, and do so with class, grace, and a finesse that belied your youth, for many years now, is a model for young Dads everywhere, and I wish more people had seen you in action when the boys were young, `cause it was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING to watch! I would wonder sometimes how you became so wise, so early in life, yet � after having been friends with your father for more than forty years now, nearly fifty, actually � I need not have wondered, as I have seen a lot of your Dad, Bill, in you. [I saw one of the congregation pat my Dad on the shoulder, and whisper something in his ear. He later told me that the older gentleman told Dad "this must make you mighty proud of your son and grandson right now, huh, Bill? You have every right to be, as you have done a wonderful job with your son, and he with his son, Mike Juor." Dad's tears began then, as his dream to see me married once again was coming true, in a most wonderful way!] Frank continued, "Your ability to enforce discipline without having to raise your voice to the boys, now young men, was AWESOME! I have no doubt in my mind and soul that they will make great Dads, themselves, after watching you. Out of all the people in my life, you have exemplified what it means to be a Christian, and what Christ will � probably � be like, in person, once I face him. I look forward to that day, of course, as we all do, yet the days I spend with you are more precious to me than ever before, as I know what love is, and � for me � it is you. The physical aside � for the sake of our assembled friends and family [a gentle chuckle was heard at the mention of this, from those assembled] � yet being alongside you, this amazing man named Michael James Frazier, tells me that I knew what I saw in you when we first met was right-on. I am blessed, each and every day, by your compaonship, your hard-work ethic, your compassion for others less fortunate than yourself, and the joy of being a man who is loved by you, unconditionally and totally � that is, amazingly, without ANY reservations � speaks volumes about your character, your sense of fair-play and giving the other guy the benefit of the doubt without reserve or desire to somehow "get even," when things between yourself and others doesn't work out so well, heck...all of it, Mike, add up to the most wonderful man I believe I have ever met, although your son, Mike Juor is certainly a carbon copy of you, as well as his best friend and confidante, Travis. I see both young men in our uon being in that category now, as well. You three bless me, balance me when I am in need of a good chewing out when I mess up and do something haphazardly, and yet love the daylights out of me, anyway, just because you can, and that's the way all three of ya are! I don't ever have to sit and think about your love not being there for me, as it always is, no matter what I've done, or said without thinking, which happens on occasion as you know [friends and family laughed here, as Frank was sometimes known for saying things without thinking them through, totally, first]. YOU THREE are the men I love, most of all, in this world, and [he looked heavenward, here] Dad, I miss you terribly! You, too, were one who loved me unconditionally, and I always knew that. [He again turned and looked at his three mates, at this point.] I guess I learned about love from all FOUR of you guys, actually! To you, Mike Juor, I say basically the same things to you, although the physical aspect is only just now becoming a reality for us. Those work-related trips to Oklahoma City and back, for weeks at a time, right after you graduated high school, driving you back and forth to Austin every couple of weeks, or meeting you at the bus depot downtown or the home of a bud of yours when you came home for the weekend, loaded down with weeks of dirty laundry which I was always wary of, yet you managed them yourself with the help of free washer and dryer time � oh well, hey, no one's perfect [which elicited another laugh from the assembled friends and family] � the love of a young man for his uncle-grandfather, although I've always felt more like your uncle than your grandfather, as you always came to me for advice about stuff, as well as your Dad, and I don't believe our relationship would have turned out to be quite as close as it is without me being more the uncle you needed, rather than the grandfather you may have ended up resenting for interfering in your life. My Dad, or as you boys called him, "Papa-bear Frank," gratefully MORE THAN made up for not having me act like a grandfather to you boys, and I know you miss him terribly, as well [Mike Juor teared up a tad when Frank spoke of his Dad]. And, I cannot forget you, Travis, who I am beginng to know much better now, as you already spend most days with us. I am constantly amazed at your ability to decipher math problems, so FAST! You and Mike Juor are whiz kids at math, when I was only an average student of it in high school. Mike Seor's Dad, Bill, will tell you how many ghts I had to study, well into the ght, just to get C's. We'd study together for our English tests, and do well on them, but math has never been my strongest suit. He'd try to help me, and get me to a place where I could study myself, and go to bed. I'd be up until one or two in the morng, and look like hell the next day, but somehow, I STILL actually managed to graduate with my class! Don't exactly know HOW that happened, but oh well! [another chuckle from the gathering, as Frank was having fun being himself, as usual!] So, your ability to understand that stuff amazes me, no end, Travis! Looking at the man you have become, and knowing you love Mike Juor to pieces � as we called it back when his paternal grandfather and I were in high school � and getting to know me and Mike Seor in such a way that we are all now able to fish each others' sentences, because we know each others' minds and habits well enough now, and to know when to stay out of each others' way when the other guy has had a tough day at work...well, friend, that only comes with knowing someone really well, which we continue to do, and on a DAILY basis. I look forward to seeing you in five, ten, fifteen, even twenty years, if God gives me that many years on this ol' planet yet, and you too Mike Juor, to see how you two turn out. Knowing the two of you, though, and seeing the fine young Christian men you already are, with Mike Seor's help and guidance, tells me that you will do well in this life. And, finally, Mike Juor and Mike Seor, you two are so much alike I STILL cannot tell you two apart on sunny days!!! I look at Mike Juor and know his heart for the LGBTQ youth is STRONG, and he connects well with them. I can only say this to you Mike: I had strong misgivings about that decision you made, yet I can see � now � that not only did you know what you were doing, but you also knew what it would take to get there. That you decided to continue with your education now and go on to seminary, I cannot tell you how proud I am of you for doing that!!! You, like your Dad, exemplify Christ, and may be the only "Bible" some young people ever read. If you were my pastor when I was a kid, Mike, I doubt I would have made all those mistakes back then, and would have taken your counsel more seriously than I did my own pastor's, or my Dad's sometimes fiercely-stated warngs after some major mis-steps I DID take, and that I would later live to regret. I guess I just had to learn the hard way, to listen to my elders. I hope your connections with those young people give them not only some hope but also someone here on earth to look up to, and to talk to, and most defitely assure them that someone up there loves us, Mike, really loves us, `cause I didn't know, nor care about it, for many years. Your Dad showed me the way, Mike, and showed me what true "grace" was all about, son. I now know that � but back then � well, I didn't have a clue!" Frank's face was quickly becoming wet with the tears of gratitude and joy he was experiencing, in the moment. Pastor Nolan broke protocols then, and RAN to Frank, and kissed him on the forehead, and hugged him tightly. He took the microphone from Frank's hand then, and spoke briefly, and handed the microphone back to Frank when he was done: "Frank, I never knew anything about what you just shared with us. Of course, it wasn't for anyone else to tell your story, except you, and I can see � now � that grace really has you in His grip, and He is not about to let you go, ever, friend!" "Thanks, Pastor Nolan. That means a lot to me, and I am grateful to God for a great man like Mike Seor to show me what REAL love is all about. You and the others in our church did, of course, too, over the years, yet when you live with another person who exudes it, it finally starts to dawn on you how grace really works, and what love truly looks like. I only hope I am passing it on to others, as these men have done for me." Looking at the people assembled for the event, there wasn't a dry eye to be seen, anywhere, in the yard. Frank had always been a wild child, I knew, from Dad. The words were truly his, and I knew they were straight from a grateful heart. Pastor Nolan turned and spoke directly to me, "Mike Seor, I cannot tell you that I am going to get through this afternoon without bawling my eyes out, my friend! Your partner Frank's vows and personal story alone were enough to make me want to do so, already, and we have yet to hear from you. So, now is your time, beloved brother. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Michael James Frazier." A polite round of applause arose up from the gathering. I started-in talking right away, as I wanted to say something important to each man. "Frank, I don't know if I can realistically add anything more to what you have already said. You have brought me great joy, sadness, laughter, tears, angry words, hell...everything and then some, over these last twenty years. I feel loved by you, and have, right from the very start, when I came into your living room as a very nervous young man, then, picking up your daughter to take her to a school dance, if I am remembering correctly. I looked at you with wide eyes, looking at a man I admired, right from the start, even just coming over to help your sons with their homework and doing my own homework with Marcie. Then, marriage came, and then, three boys later, an uncontested divorce, when Marcie and I sadly parted ways. I knew then that we � meang you and I � had a connection I could not see, yet sensed it was there. You jumped in with both feet, and moved in to help me raise three very active toddlers, helping me immensely, and helping me to become the man I knew I wanted to be, for my boys, AND for you! In a good way, you forced me to grow up, and � at a time when I honestly didn't want to, as I was scared out of my mind with the responsibility of raising three boys on my own � you came in alongside me and just did the work needed to keep the household runng smoothly, and never asked for anything in return. Those selfless acts were a catalyst, I believe, to me becoming who I am, as I looked at you, and without you even knowing what "grace" was really all about, you exemplified it by just being there, and me asking myself, "what does this guy want from me? He cannot possibly be doing this if he was expecting something out of me, as I have nothing to offer, and he knows it." Well now, I see, it was out of love for a younger man, who needed a helping hand at a time in his life when he had hit rock bottom, and you, Frank, were willing to help. I didn't know it then, but I was receiving love from you, each and every day, in so many ways. Then, one day, a predicted stormy day one early-summer, about fifteen years ago, I think, and with a previously promised trip to the country club to play golf that kept me from going in to work that day, and the rest is � as they say � history. We bonded then, and we remain a ut to this day. I love you, Frank, for who you are, as well as who you have become. You say I have matured over the years? Well, I do believe you, too, have matured, in a different manner of speaking, as your voice has become less harsh, and your manners around the boys � about not cussing in front of them being one of those better manners � improved greatly, right away, and even your face became eventually � um, well � less "stressed out," showing me a softer, caring side of you that you kept hidden, for years. It was almost as if you were AFRAID to love again, Frank! Yet, all of a sudden one day, there it was, the smile that lit up the room when you entered it, and a gentle kiss on the side of my neck when you just wanted to tell me "Hey, did you know I happen to love you, and think the world of you?" That, alone, was worth everything to me, as everything we had been through together suddenly became crystal clear as to WHY it had all happened the way it did. God wanted me to be kept available for you, and to help you regain trust, and love people again. He wanted you to be available for me, too, and at a time when I thought my world was falling apart, you rushed in and held it together for me, with baling wire and bubble-gum perhaps, yet together, we kept it from falling apart, and raised three boys into wonderful young Christian men, and now get to add a fourth to that equation, as Travis has joined our merry band of misfits...Hee Hee!!! Well, a merry band of misfits who love the daylights out of each other and care for each other and KNOW how to do right by the others. And, as much as we sometimes mess up, all of us, somehow, we fit." I then turned to Mike Juor then, and Travis alongside him. "To you, the eldest of my most-wonderful sons, Michael James Frazier, Juor, and his partner, Andrew Travis Barry, now partners in my life, as well! You have brought me great joy, and great pride, to see you grow into the men you now are. For you, Mike, Frank said it all, very well, and that is our pride in seeing you work with the homeless youth in our hometown, LGBTQ or straight. You truly DO exemplify our Lord and Saviour, Mike, and I hope that they see Him in you, like we do, and know that love is � truly � unconditional, and so much different and better than the so-called "love" many of them received from their families of origin, especially so for those who were physically kicked out of their so-called "Christian" homes, just because they admitted they were LGBTQ. Getting through to them as only another of their generation can, I know you will succeed, and it will be many who see Christ's love in you, and forget their rocky starts to life. And to you, Travis, we join with you in your quest for the truths in life, and the love you have shown my eldest son here shows me that the love I see in your eyes is genuine. When you first started visiting our home five or six years ago, I wondered if I was EVER going to get you out of your shell, yet here you are, partnering with Mike Juor in his mistry to the street kids, and I know your Mom and Dad are not only pleased as punch to see you reach out to others, but I am too, and very proud to call you a partner in my life, and lovin' the stuffins out of my son, here, who loves you just as fiercely, right back. We have shared emotional intimacies in the weeks leading up to this day, and I have loved getting to know you even better than in the past few years of casual conversation and a few dinners around the holidays when you stayed with us, freeing up your folks to take care of family stuff. You are a man of integrity, Travis, gaziantep masaj salonları and an honorable man. I don’t know how Mike Juor managed to land a guy like you, son, but if I know him like I think I do, he had to really do something special to get your attention, as your demeanor when I met you for the very first time was very much in the vernacular of “shields up!!!” No foolin’!!! But gradually, and gratefully, the barriers have come down, and now a young Christian MAN stands before me, whose love and care for others shines through his countenance, and not his defenses to stop letting people getting to know him, and I believe that says a lot about your letting us know who you really are, and just how absolutely crazy you are about this stud-pup standing alongside you.” “Dad!!!” “Sorry, Mike, didn’t mean to embarrass you, son, yet the fact remains that if you didn’t go to college, I figured you may have ended up being a male model.” “Dad?!? And you aren’t also model-material?” “Well, my handsome and beloved eldest son, I may have been at one time, yes, however, in case you haven’t looked lately, I’m not thirty anymore. Forty, either. In six short years, I’ll be hitting the half-century mark.” “You’re still a stud in my book, Dad, and always will be.” “Thank you for the compliment, son. I most certainly was NOT expecting that!” Pastor Nolan interrupted the verbal love-fest, saying “Mike Seor, can we, uh, may we, now give the microphone to Travis?” “Sure thing. Travis, my handsome young friend, it’s all yours.” “Thanks…Dad…” The microphone was in Travis’ hand and I saw a smile light up his face as I had not ever seen it before. “I can see what Frank sees in these two guys here, now. Talk about two peas in a pod! I mean like “YIKES!!!” But, I love them both dearly, and I thank both of them for being able to coax me out of myself, back then. Unfortunately for me, I was one of those kids that could have just as easily wound up on the streets, as I � too � am gay, and grew up attending a very conservative, very anti-gay church. With our new pastor on board, a few years ago, things gradually began to change, and may I say Pastor Danby, your heart showed through the darkness for me, and showed me God did not hate me for being gay. In fact, God does not hate me, at all. He loves me, and accepts me, the way I am! [The assembled friends and family applauded Travis, then, as his statement was so right-on!] When my friend here, Mike Juor, found out I was being bullied there at the Baptist church, he pulled me aside and told me he would start picking me up for church on Sundays, and taking me to his church. When we found out through friends at school who still attended my old church that we had a true ally in Pastor Danby, I would again occasionally attend, with Mike here alongside me, and the congregation was instantly up in arms over the whole thing, with Mike and I being their main target, as well as Pastor Danby’s stance on gay relationships. I knew my family was already well on their way out the door before all the unpleasant stuff started happeng, as I had already come out to them, and surprisingly for me, they were supportive, right from the very start, although they did try to keep that quiet for a while, yet the lid came flying off the pot in mere days after I began attending Holy Trity again, with Mike at my side. Mike said it would have all come out in the open eventually anyway, and it did, unfortunately in the worst way possible! By the time my parents left that church, it was already dying, and it finally folded, after more than fifty years of existence. Some of the former congregants still refuse to have anything to do with my family � even now after all these years � however, mine and MANY of the families from our former church are here today in support of me, AND these awesome men in my life, having joined us at First Congregational before they even closed the doors at Holy Trity for good, as well as our beloved Pastor Danby, who I am also pleased to introduce to all of you as our new Associate Pastor here at First Congregational, in charge of commuty outreach, especially so to the LGBTQ commuty, who Mike Juor and I work alongside of, and report directly to. God bless you, Pastor Danby, for being willing to stand up to the Bible-thumpers and say “enough!” to the hatred of the anti-gay crowd.” The assembled group were instantly on their feet, clapping their hands, shouting “thanks Pastor Danby for supporting our kids!!!” and stomping their feet. It continued for a couple of minutes, until finally Pastor Nolan stood and brought us all back down to earth. “The microphone is still in Travis’ hand, so I will turn it back over to him to continue where he was.” “Thanks, Pastor Nolan. Your support, too, means a lot to me, and ALL the young people at First Congregational, too, who have loved me back into Christian fellowship, after years of being too “gun-shy” to say anything more than just the most basic pleasantries to ANYONE, when I first started attending First Con. Back to the matter at hand, though. I am especially appreciative of the Frazier family, and now the Thompson family as well, as their reaching out to me gave me the chance to know my friend, Mike Juor, here, and attending U-T with him, these last two years. When we first began our college life together in that cramped little ol’ one-bedroom apartment in Austin, we had some minor issues to work out, of course, like timing of bathroom use in the morng before classes, cooking dinner, well…all of that, including the ghtmare of doing laundry � which we finally ironed out after much negotiation, and, oh boy did we ever need to negotiate! Oy vey did we ever! � so we could do our laundry at the same time. Well, it’s been a fun ride, these last two years, in which I realized my love for THIS handsome stud-pup [he said, as he smiled and hugged my son Mike Juor from the side, and un-ashamedly quite tightly in front of everyone, I would add!!!] was more than just as buddies, and hoped he felt the same. Well, irocally, after about a mere two weeks into the co-habitation thing, we wound up in the same bed together, when my bed actually and legitimately collapsed in the middle of the ght one ght, and scared the living crap out of poor Mike, who came runng into the living room where I slept on the sleeper sofa, just to make sure I was ok. After making a tacky joke, he said, “well, buddy, I guess you finally made it into my bed by default, so get your lazy butt in there so we can get some sleep!” The next morng was Sunday, so when the sun woke us up, I looked at him, and he at me, and almost simultaneously said “I love you.” We kissed then, and let our love out of our own protective shells. Although Mike already KNEW he loved me, long before I did � and without a shadow of a doubt according to him � it took me more time to admit it. He told me later, “I’ve waited a year and a half for you to tell me that, Andrew Travis Barry! So, if you have any ideas of runng away now, you’d better forget it, `cause you already KNOW I run faster than you do, and I am NOT letting YOU get away!!!” Well, what could I say? I’ve “belonged” to Mike Juor ever since. Our friends and even casual acquaintances at school later told us, “Dang! You two make such a doggone cute couple! Any more at home like either of ya?”, or “My bud is wanting to date someone safe, and is looking for guys like you. Where DO you two keep yourselves on the weekends? We never see you out with the others.” Sometimes, we are able to introduce them to someone who we believe will be a good fit for them, and we have actually seen a couple or three established, over the two years we attended U-T Austin. And to you, Uncle Frank, my love as a younger man for a more mature man has grown immensely, since I first met both you and Mike Seor. I have to admit to all of you, though, that his love for me was evident, right from the start, as well, as I guess Mike Seor had clued him in to me being a bit shy, back then, as I was terrorized beyond words about other people knowing I’m gay. Frank welcomed me, wrapped me in his arms, even kissing me on the head like an adult would do an infant, just like the two Mikes had done for me that very first time I openly shared with them about my home life. This time around though, it was the THREE other men in this uon who made a quadruple layered, all-bear sandwich out of me, and held me, for the longest time! Even my seemingly-aloof sisters actually apologized to me � or at least, eventually they did, anyway � and explained to me why they basically gave up on me, figuring I never would come out of my shell, let alone come out of the closet. Even Dad and I have made amends to each other � gratefully! � although we sometimes have to remember that we still harbor some small, unspoken or forgotten resentments against the other. Dad and I both also realize now that what he did was not fair, and we both truly NEED to careful what we say, as words hurt, and � as I have learned from my new church family and Pastor Nolan, as well as my uon with the Fraziers and the Thompsons � that “hurt people HURT PEOPLE.” All that now said and out in the open, if someone had told me any of this was or is possible, say…six years ago, when I first started visiting the Frazier home, I would have most certainly believed them to be INSANE! Now, the love of my life, no, make that the LOVES of my life, plural, are a HUGE blessing in my life, and something I am proud to be a part of. Thanks for letting me share, and God bless.” Travis’ Dad stood, and began applauding, joined by the rest of the guests. Travis met him on the lawn in the front of the platform, and his Dad told him, “I love you, son, and I am so sorry things turned out the way they did, before. I hope to make up for it, though. And most importantly, I am very proud of you for standing up and telling us all who you truly are. I am VERY proud of you, and I am MOST proud to call you my son!” Pastor Nolan then took the microphone and � after introducing him � handed it to my eldest son, Mike Juor. I tensed up a bit, as I was not sure of what he had prepared to say. Frank � who had been holding my hand for the last few minutes or so � tightened his grip, just then, silently reassuring me, I suppose, that Mike had everything under control, including himself, and that I need not worry about what he was about to say. I wasn’t all that much worried about what he had to say, rather, it was more like being emotionally un-ready to hear what he may share, about more “intimate” parts of our lives. Knowing Mike has some class, though, and certainly tons of finesse, our lives would not be held out for ridicule, yet there was a hesitation there, and I wondered why. I soon found out, and he did just fine. Not surprisingly, my eldest began his presentation to us with a simple prayer. To say the least, I was humbled by his reverence for the moment. “Heavenly Father-God, my life is in your hands, and I give myself to you, freely and without reservation, and you already know that. Help my words in the here and now, Lord, and give me the wisdom to know when to shut up. It is � truly � in your hands. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for blessing me with a Godly man for my earthly Dad, who has � for more than twenty years now � exemplified your love for us, as your sons, first and foremost, and the knowledge that we are merely on-loan to him for a few years as we were growing up in a Christian home, in a country where we are most blessedly free to worship where we choose, AS we choose, and to get to know you � Heavenly Father � as you really are, and not from someone who has a hateful, spiteful, politically-motivated “ax to grind,” as it were, and that we can learn about you, and commucate with you, and get to know you, as the beloved children we are, to you. Like my beloved partner Travis says, Heavenly Father, I learned I was gay early in life, and tried like the dickens to hide it from everyone, yet my earthly Dad saw through my “act,” and told me he accepted me as I really am, and to stop hiding the fact that I was attracted to other boys, and not girls, at an early age. Unlike others, though, I was not bullied, and was very athletically-inclined, joing the baseball and wrestling teams, and never once being harassed about � nor was I even being suspected to be � gay. Yet, through all that, Lord, you were with me, and even bringing a special man � a boy then, a man now � into my life, and one who loves the daylights out of me! Thank you, so very much, from your grateful son, Amen.” A chorus of rather hearty “Amen’s” rose up from the assembled group of friends and family, as Mike Juor began to speak to each of us. “Dad, your humble manner spoke volumes to me, growing up, and still influences me. Your love and acceptance of me, as I am, was more than I could ever hope or pray for, and yet you just keep on loving me, despite my flaws. I love you, Dad, and I still pray to our Heavenly Father that I want to be like YOU, Dad, when I grow up. Oh, I guess I am there, already, huh? Well, maybe I should say when I finally mature enough to be the man I want to be, and the man you already are, and have been, for my entire youth. You say you saw me working with gay youth, years ago? Well, I never actually expected to be called into mistry! No kiddin’!!! I always thought I’d be a teacher, yeah, or maybe even an accountant, not in active, full-time mistry, let alone attending seminary!!! Wow, Lord…me? Seminary? Like, Holy Toledo, God! I’m just a country boy living in the big city affectionately known as “Cowtown,” nothin’ more. I am so much like you, Dad…no fancy stuff here, nor any pretentious or pompous b.s., either, as you brought us up to know better than that, and that part of being seen as a “man” in the eyes of the other men is taking responsibility and owng our messes, for lack of a better term, and not pretending to be something we’re not. I guess that’s why � and how � I wound up with Travis as my partner, Dad, as he is SO much like us! Jeans and a t-shirt, athletic shoes and an old Chevy truck! Travis is the way we are, Dad, and that’s what he says attracted him to me. We � you and I, I mean � are much alike, yes, yet Travis and I are as well. No need to stand on formality with him, Dad, and he calls it as it is, whatever that may be. Laying in bed with my man, Travis lays down with his head on my chest, and falls asleep in my arms, many a ght, as he sees a man whose affection is only for him, meang no wandering eyes of lust for other men. That is not to say that I cannot or do not appreciate seeing a handsome guy, or one with a ce physique, Dad, as I occasionally do, yet I admire them then, and move on, and don’t take the man home with me, either in-person OR in my head!!! They DON’T EVER belong in our bedroom, and Travis knows I know that, and trusts me, implicitly, and that’s something else I learned from you, and that’s one of the reasons why we love being with you and Uncle Frank, is we can admire the manhood we have at home, and don’t need to go looking for something we may erroneously “perceive” we lack. We admire you and Uncle Frank, immensely, as not only Dad � that is Dad and Uncle Frank from me, Papa-bear Mike and Big Daddy Frank from Travis’ view � yet more importantly the intimacies and intricately complex they are, of necessity, as FOUR men in relationship with each other must � REALISTICALLY � face. And to you, my partner and confidante, Andrew Travis Barry, your smile lights up my world, Sweetheart! I can look at you and see what I want to become for you, and that is a man whose word is his bond, and always be willing to admit when I’ve messed up, especially so to you, my love. Our last five years together, first as best-buds, and now as life-partners, you have made me see that you have a HUGE heart for the mistry to the homeless LGBTQ youth, as I do, and I cannot think of anyone more qualified and deserving to do this work, alongside me. Pastors Nolan and Danby have both recogzed it in you, as well, and so have several church members, many of the deacons, as well as the entire Board of Elders! So to you, on this joyous occasion, my beloved mate and confidante, your application for the position of Associate Director for our congregation’s mistry to youth and LGBTQ youth has been approved. Your dedication to our commuty, and the desire to work alongside me in the mistry means more to me than anything that’s occurred for me in my professional life up to this point, and means the world to me, that my mate desires to join me, in the mistry. Friends and family, Travis knew this was coming, as we spoke of it last ght before we bedded down for the ght, so it’s not a surprise to him, yet he also knew I have to ask it of him in front of witnesses, by church rules and regulations by means of our charter, and rules of our denomination’s headquarters. So to you, I ask, do you wish to join me in the mistry to youth and LGBTQ youth?” By this time, Travis’ tears are flooding his eyes, and he nods to Mike Juor, and somehow manages to squeak out a “yes, my love, I do wish to join you in the mistry to the street kids, gay and straight, of our commuties.” By this time, the poor young man was sobbing, and grabbed onto Mike Juor like he never wanted to let him go, out of fear of losing him, I suppose.” Pastors Nolan and Danby stepped forward at that moment, as Pastor Nolan, being the Seor Pastor, took the microphone from Mike Juor, and hugged both men. “Do I hear an approval on the hiring of young Travis Barry here?” “I place the nominee up for approval, Pastor,” came a voice in the back, which I suspected was my Dad. “Seconded?” “I second the motion, Pastor.” “All members in attendance, and you are a legal quorum, in approval, please say “yea.” “YEAH!!!” “Any dissenting votes?” No answer. “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” Silence. “Going once, going twice, gone! The motion is hereby approved, unamously. Welcome to the mistry, Travis. You two are actually the FIRST couple to jointly mister to the commuty at large, gentlemen! I already KNOW you will do well! And Travis, congratulations! Two mighty-big steps the same day is quite a lot to handle � emotionally � and accept, yet I have no doubt in my mind that you are perfectly capable of being an assistant to our friend Mike, here, as well as a partner to the man, and the other two, as well. [Pastor Nolan closes his eyes, here, and puts one hand on Travis’ chest, and one gently resting on top of the young man’s head.] Heavenly Father, we ask that you bless your servant, Travis, in tandem with his partner. Guide and direct him, and give him a sensitivity to hear your voice, deep in his spirit, to mister to the spiritual needs of the homeless youth of our region, gay, straight, bi, transgendered or questiong, and not just their immediate, physical needs. Help him to be a helpmate to his partner as well in real life, and be sensitive to each-others’ needs. We ask this in the name of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, whose blood shed on the Cross paid for our sins. Amen.” Travis’ Mom was in tears, as were quite a few of us. I went down to join the spontaneous, impromptu reuon of Dad and son. and shook Mister Barry’s hand, instead finding myself being hugged by both my new, added partner, as well as his Dad. The parting turned into a symbolic giving of the groom to the groom, as it were, by his parents, as Travis’ Mom soon joined us in front of the platform, as well. I turned it into a time of devoting ourselves to the uon, and turned the ceremony a tad chaotic for a couple of minutes. After a quick, whispered coaching of young David and Aaron on what to do to “give me away,” as well as their brother Mike Juor, and quickly coaching the other David and Aaron � Frank’s sons � to do the same for him. It worked well, and we brought it into the main ceremony, immediately. I whispered into Pastor Nolan’s ear, which he had already picked up on, and knew exactly what to do. “Who gives away these men to the others?” “We do, Pastor,” was stated, in uson, by both sets of Davids and Aarons, and Travis’ parents repeated their lines at the front of the platform, as well, after realizing what was occurring, and joing in, wholeheartedly. I was wiping away tears as Travis’ parents did what they knew was right, and I knew the ceremony of our uon already held WAAAAAAAY more memories than just a few pictures and a video!!! I only had a moment to enjoy the interactions, before Pastors Nolan and Danby began the traditional vows from the marriage book, adapted for our use. “In the tradition of the church, many have been wed by the traditional words of the common book we pastors often use, the world over. I wish to put that partially aside, and use these words, instead: When a man and his mate are wed, we ask them to pledge their lives to each other, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, `til death they do part. In the Christian traditions, we state that in heaven, we will not marry, nor be given away in marriage, as there is no male or female, with our new bodies. The marriage supper of the Lamb, that is Jesus, is our wedding to our maker, our Lord and Saviour, to whom we cleave in the afterlife. The wedding ceremony here on earth is meant to bring two people together as one. In this tradition, we therefore witness these four men, as brothers-in-Christ, and who love each other as we love our own selves, just as Jesus commanded us to do in the New Testament when he said to the Pharisees and the Sadducees, that “the greatest commandment is to love the Lord Your God, with all your heart, soul and mind. The second greatest commandment is as the first, to love your neighbors as yourselves.” With that in mind, these four men before us have pledged in front of God and these witnesses � that being all of you family and friends gathered here for this most wonderful of occasions � that they would truly love, cherish, respect, and protect each other, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until our Saviour calls us to Himself. Those left behind in the homegoing of the first, second and third of the men will do the same until the last remains. The God we believe in knows their hearts, and knows they will keep these vows, as long as they have breath in their bodies. The last man left will keep the traditions as well, and will be spiritually joined as one with our Saviour, in partnership to Him, and Him ONLY, by agreement with the others on this day in private counsel with us, their pastors, and all four men have signed an agreement stating these agreements, in writing. And finally, In one of the most unusual requests for a closing song at a wedding of any sort I have EVER witnessed, the guests of the men joined here in uon today are invited to sing along with the words from the rock opera, “Godspell,” the song “Day by Day,” which the men themselves have chosen, as exemplary of our Love for God, and God’s love for us. Afterward, there is plenty of food to be shared after the breaking of the bread and the prayer in the Jewish tradition at the tables inside, which the men deeply respect, and will further refine by asking for you all to join them in a circle of love, which completes the process of joing these men together as a ut, and joins their ut to the congregation, and the wider church in the Christian traditions. Our beloved brother Mark Hirschfeld, of the Messiac Temple Jehovah, will say the prayer in both the original Aramaic, and English. You are invited to stay afterward and partake of the feast that friends of the men have prepared for all of you. Refreshments will be served in the house, along with a toast…well actually, several dedications and toasts will be given by the men � as well as their patriarchs and brothers. Once the final song is complete, you are free to move about as you wish. Restrooms are marked “men,” “women,” and “private,” accordingly, in the house, on separate ends. And now, to the friends and family gathered here today for this most wonderful of celebrations, I introduce to you, in order of eldest to youngest, David Francis Thompson, Juor, Michael James Frazier, Seor, Michael James Frazier, Juor and Andrew Travis Barry. Brothers, sisters and friends, I give to you, a Holy Uon of Christian men, now a single household ut. Love them, pray for them, support them, and be there for them, individually and collectively, as they travel this road called Life.” At that point, I stood up and said, “If you know the words, everyone, please feel free to sing along. The neighbors won’t mind, AS THEY ARE ALL HERE!!!” I laughed a little at that, however, it was true: most of our neighbors except the ones away on vacation, were present that day, and celebrating with us, and FOR us. Even the staid former Baptists were raising their hands in praise! I was utterly amazed!!!! The video screen began playing the song, directly from the movie, and everyone sang along, even Dad, who said he had a terrible singing voice. I didn’t hear any complaints, so I guess he did OK with it. Soon, the song ended and people began milling about the yard, inquiring about the rest rooms, and asking where the flowers came from. All four of us formed a reception line, just for the sake of having one for the older people there who may have missed it, if we DIDN’T have one. There were no gifts given, as we had asked guests to please give to one of the charitable orgazations supporting the LGBTQ commuty here in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex. The pastors asked all to gather in the main living room of the house, and join in a circle of love, as the young David and Aaron made their engagement announcement, before the prayer of blessing over the food. Brother Hirschfeld smiled brightly, as the two young men made their announcement, as the Hirschfelds were friends of the youngest of our clan since the boys were all in elementary school together. Mike Morgan, a friend of the boys who would be attending U-T with them in the fall was standing in the background, jumping up and down, saying “Yes, Yes, Yes!!! I knew it was going to happen soon!!!” and rapidly approaching young David and Aaron for a group hug with the uncles after the blessing was said over the food. He was even more ecstatic about it as he learned his role in the friendship was one of not only “best man” for both our youngest, but also a spiritual leader at First Congregational over the high-school boys. He, also, had turned out to be a fine, well-mannered young Christian man, having hung out with David and Aaron, throughout their elementary, middle- and high-school years. I looked at the young man, tears flowing down his cheeks for my two youngest, and realized the Morgans had really done a marvelous job in raising such a sensitive, loving and supportive young man for our youth. It was great to witness his joy at our joing together, as a uon, and for David and Aaron, as a newly-established “couple” in our church family. After all the hoopla calmed down some and I was able to walk about a bit and stretch my legs before I began to get leg cramps from all the sitting I had done that day, I wound up in the back hallway, near our bathroom, at which time Dad slipped me a card in private, while we both were waiting to use the restroom, and in a fairly-private place in the house. I later opened it, and read these words, and immediately tears formed in my eyes. I had to sit down on the sofa in the family room as I read: “Son, your Mom would have been proud of you, especially so after the divorce, and being willing to be joined together as one ut. God knows, I AM! You are a wonderful father and role-model to your three sons, and now Travis, as well. I know you will do well in this newly-formed relationship of four wonderful Christian men. I envy you, as your relationship with my buddy Frank has blossomed into something we can all honestly all call “a marriage made in heaven.” You and he, and now Mike Juor and Travis as well, hold each-others’ hands tightly � or as some would say years ago, “cling to each other” � as you go through life, and remind each other, each and every day, just how MUCH you love each other, as one day, we all will leave this earth to join our loved ones and our and Saviour, Lord Jesus, in heaven, and those who are temporarily left behind will surely and sorely grieve those losses. Frank said he missed his Dad the other day when we were all here at your home together for the picc outside in the backyard. Your relationship with Frank is important for me to see, as I know you love each other deeply. Mike Juor and Travis have that, too, now, both for each other as a couple, and now as the four of you in a Christian brotherhood bond that will last for eterty, and you know what I mean by that.” My eyes were flooding the letter as I read it. I could not contain the waterworks, so I slipped off to my � no, OUR � bedroom, and closed the door to fish reading it in private. He continued on the third page of the letter, which looked as if he took his time to write, as the handwriting was much neater than his usual scribbles. “Son, I miss your mother terribly. I have been a widower for too many years now, and feel the call of the Lord may be sooner than either of us would wish. Your brother Mark and I have spoken in private, and he knows what to do when the inevitable occurs, and I just wanted to let you know that you, Mark and all my grandsons will be well taken care of, and � yes � I have also left a stipulation in the will for Travis to be given a trust account, as well. The trust accounts will be given to them by the bank on their twenty-fifth birthdays, all of them. Your trust account, and that of your brother Mark, are in the safe in my office at the house, and my lawyer and good friend you met today, Marty, will give them to you, once I have passed on. He has been my accountant and trusted adviser now for the past fifty years. The amount I am giving you and your brother both is one million dollars, each. I won’t tell you what to do with it, as it becomes your money, once the lawyer hands it to you, however, I would hope you purchase some real-estate with it, as land prices in the Metroplex are continually going through the roof, as they are in the other larger cities in Texas, AND I hope you will remain in our great state. To that end, each grandson, and Travis, are receiving five hundred thousand dollars, each. These are all from investments I made when I was in my early college years, in utility stocks, all of which have matured and gained interest in the bank over more than fifty years’ time. You are NOT to tell my grandsons about the trust accounts until after my passing, and I am adamant about that. You and your brother have my permission to further hold off telling them until you feel they are ready, and you feel they are mature enough to handle the money, although they all seem like they already have a pretty good head on their shoulders, and I believe they do well, handling their personal finances. Hopefully they, too, will invest wisely. Mike Juor and Travis both being nearly twenty-three on this date as I write this may be told of this, however, INDEPENDENT OF THE OTHERS, and sworn to secrecy until the time you feel the others can better handle the news. Knowing them both, I believe they will be able to keep the confidence. Again, that is at YOUR discretion, Mike, and that of your brother Mark, for his four sons. Your brother Mark also has all the instructions for the memorial service, and son � have yourselves one helluva wonderful, celebratory party � `cause you know I will be in a MUCH better place!!! I love you, my son, VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH!!! Both you and your brother Mark have given me much joy, over many years’ time, as well as seven grandsons, for which I am blessed, many times over, and far too many to count! To watch my grandsons now, and Travis too, grow into fine young Christian men, as I once taught you and Mark to be, shows me that I was guided by your Mom’s steady hand in tandem with her absolute INSISTENCE that we attend church each week, as a family, decidedly an unhealthy church as we would later discover. My OWN sorrow about that situation was greatly lessened, however, when you wisely left that TOXIC church environment at the age of twenty-one, and I would � one day � follow, as the proverbial “left foot of fellowship” was made quite uncomfortably evident to me, as well! I was most happy to join you at your church in later years, which I have thoroughly enjoyed, all these twenty-plus years of attending First Congregational. Son, as I have prepared for my final arrangements, I want to let you know you have never once been a burden to me, nor have I EVER been ashamed of you being my son, despite your being gay on one hand, and because of that on the other. After Marcie left you, I of course wondered what exactly had happened, yet I knew you well enough to know that you were not truly happy being married to a woman, and may have only gotten married as you believed � erroneously � that that was what was expected of you, as a man, and a Christian man was not supposed to have “those feelings.” Son, you and I both know I never said that to you, nor would have I ever done so. That was that wretched church we were attending at that time, and as much as I wanted to leave � as soon as that new pastor of theirs opened his mouth and started his diatribe � your mother wanted to continue attending, as she had friends there. After she had passed on from the cancer, I did a lot of soul-searching, and although I had long-since told you to go on and go to church wherever you felt comfortable, and I had no reason to stay there, I did, and needlessly took their flack. Not TOO long after your departure, though, I felt it best to move on, myself. Your brother Mark feels the same way, although you already know that. OUR pride in you, AND our love, as son AND brother, transcends all of the possible differences I believe we may ever encounter. I do not want you two squabbling between each other after I am gone, and that is something I must insist on, although I believe I know you both well enough to know you probably never will. Your brother loves the daylights out of you, and to know you feel the same way about him is a HUGE blessing in my life, and honors your mother’s memory, tremendously. In closing, again, I love you dearly, and want the best for you. Your newly established relationship with Mike Juor and Travis � as well as your newly re-established � and certainly strengthened � relationship with Frank are truly wonderful things, to be cherished and held in honor as you “survive” me. I will be leaving for home early this eveng, so I can give you and the others your privacy you so very richly deserve. Your reception, I know, will be a wonderful affair, and as much as I would like to stay later into the eveng, I feel it best to go home early, so I am off the roads before “black-dark,” as we use to call it when we were kids, back in Lufkin. Please know I will always have your back, while I still have breath in me, however, I want you to start concentrating on those three men in your life, and your two younger sons, whose young-adult years will be over MUCH TOO SOON, and who will one day be gone on to lives of their own. I hope and pray, my beloved son, that you are not left alone in your golden years as I was, yet remember whose we are, and to whom we will all � one day � return. A big ol’ bearhug to YOU, my beloved son!!! I love you, son, VERY MUCH!!!! Dad.” By the time I fished reading the letter, the waterworks were on, full-blast. My heart was feeling the pain of the eventual home-going of my beloved Dad, a man I knew loved me unconditionally my entire life, much the same as Frank’s Dad did, and I would miss him, more than anyone would ever know. Thinking of him coming to me, and comforting me when our mother died after only a short illness, put a spin on it such as I had never experienced. I thought of our first Christmas without Mom, mine and Mark’s first birthdays without Mom to bake us our favorite cakes, our first months in that big old house without Mom, and then suddenly � and without much warng � moving to a smaller house when I was about fourteen and Mark was sixteen. I felt badly for my brother, because he had to say goodbye to friends that summer, as we moved to a new town, yet we both found new friends, fairly quickly. I caught Mark sitting alone on the glider in the backyard one late-summer afternoon, about a year after we moved and a year before his high school graduation. He told me he still missed the old house, and the old neighborhood, and would probably � one day � return. He did, after college, try to go back to our first home, and town, but he said it was different, as no one he knew lived there in the old neighborhood anymore, that everyone we knew had moved away after we did, and all new families with small children were living in the old neighborhood. He got quiet then, and eventually got up and went into his bedroom and closed the door. That was the last time my brother Mark and I talked about the old place, and I decided he just didn’t want to think about it anymore, so I never brought it up again, at least not with him around. Dad and I would remisce about it on occasion, with some wonderful memories attached to the old house, and the tree house he helped us build in the back yard, but we made sure it was on days when Mark was away at college, or off in Dallas, living on his own and working a new job with a big accounting firm. “What you doin’, babe? You okay? You’ve been crying, haven’t you? SWEETHEART, WHAT’S WRONG?!?” “Frank, I think you’d better read this. It’s from Dad. I know he already left to go home for the ght, but he gave it to me in private, and told me to read it later.” My partner, or rather my first partner now that I have three, sat next to me on the bed, and read the letter. He must have gotten to the point about the trust accounts and dropped back on the bed. “Babe, I always knew my best bud was probably not hurting for money, but I NEVER expected this! Are you sure you want him to do this?” “Sweetie, what can I do? It’s already done and in the bank. The trustee is already set up, and the accounts are held in trust for all of us, even Travis, just as Dad directed. Shit, I never knew, Frank! No wonder they never asked for help! I just figured he and Mom were really good at managing their financial affairs!” Our grief only lasted for a few minutes, however, the amazement at the contents of that letter would last us for WEEKS! We needed to get out into the family room and say goodbye to our guests from the reception, and prepare for our own, “private” party, and a celebration of our new relationships . It would take us to new highs we never would have known, had the other two men now in our lives not been in relationship to us, and opened up an avenue of expression we could hardly contain our joy over being involved in. The letter from Dad was locked away in a safe in my closet, for safe keeping. I would � one day soon � be telling Mike Juor and Travis of our VERY generous inheritances. I know they � too � will be shocked. ***** The Private Party ***** The grandfather clock in the hallway stuck twelve when we were finally all ready to gather in the family room for our sex “after, after-party.” My brother Mark had made all the arrangements, and supplies were set on a small table near the center of the room. The ding room table had been moved out, and one rather large king-sized bed � which I would later learn is termed a “Califora King” � sat in the exact middle of the room, with plenty of room for two couples to be fucking at the same time. I later wondered how on earth someone got access to a Califora King in North Central Texas, yet here it was. Apparently, Mark had bought it for himself, and never used it. I had to hand it to my brother to find a bargain like this, which was in his storage locker for about a year. As he was now divorced as well, he offered it to me, for “the men in our uon to use in good health,” he said, as I paid him the $500.00 asking price, which I found out later was a HUGE bargain, and would often come in handy for our weekend orgies. The lights were turned down to the lowest settings possible while still being able to see the others, and what we were doing. First, we had a ceremony for the youngest of our clan, my sons David and Aaron. The two young men were told � as mentioned earlier � of our expectations of them, as brothers to all of us, their responsibilities to us, and from us, and what we give to each of the men in the family; there is never to be a time when we take our arguments amongst each other to people outside the family, and are to settle it amongst ourselves, with the help or intervention of another brother, or two, or even three. Even when things didn’t/don’t go well in our agreements or contracts with each other, we are to not take it out against each other, in words or actions, nor call attention to our family’s business dealings between each other to outsiders. The two men agreed to all and were welcomed into the circle of men of the family. We then were able to celebrate their individual honors during the past two years, as well as their passage into a fully-recogzed manhood. “David and Aaron, your time has now come when you are being given full, unrestricted access to your older brother, Mike Juor, and his partner, Travis, as they give you themselves. In short, men, you’re gonna be able � FINALLY! � to fuck them!!!” Mike Juor stood and explained to the two younger men, as their eyes were as wide as owls’ eyes in the ght. “Since you both have done so well in all areas of your life, and especially so as you will be moving away from us at the end of summer, we want to give this gift to you, as we have so far firmly resisted your invasion, however, we do wish to give that to you, freely and without reservation, now.” David and Aaron began to take off their clothes, as they prepared themselves to invade their brother, and his partner. Their Uncle Mark did the honors as they stood, naked and with their peses solidly erect, and washed their cocks, then applied a liberal amount of lubricant to their eager peses. Mike Juor and Travis did likewise, as the younger two were lubed up. “Guys, we’re ready for you,” Travis told them, with a smile as bright as day. He was obviously welcoming the opportuty to show his newly-established brothers-in-law that Mike Juor and Travis trusted them, implicitly, as they gave so much of themselves, willingly, in the ceremoal love-making time. Mike Juor spoke: “It doesn’t matter to us, as to who does which partner, as we are equals. We invite you in, as brothers, and encourage you to enjoy your sexual lives, as men in relationship, to all of us. Aaron, I will have to insist on being on top and sitting on your wonderful, beautiful man-tool, as you outweigh me by at least a hundred pounds, and don’t want to be injured, neither do you want me to be injured. I know. If it turns out that we are able to do it “doggie-style,” later in our time together, and this goes for your time with Travis, as well, we may also be able to take you on with our legs over your shoulders, and you pressing in from an angle. Gentlemen, as your “engines” are ALREADY started, we welcome the invasion of our brothers, as our love for them is evident, in giving of ourselves in this manner. We love you both, David and Aaron, and want you to start off your engagement, gaziantep escort bayan and later your married life as a couple, as contented men, in relationship to us, your brothers. Guys, peses up, and mount your men!!!” Mike’s comments were a bit comical, however, David’s libido went into hyperdrive, and he entered his older brother Mike in one solid, deep-reaching thrust. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” David had a hard time holding his orgasm back so he could enjoy the ride. Thrusting a bit, he re-gained his stride and began a slow, steady rhythm. “Yeah, Aaron!! Mount the Trav-man, big fella!!! Thrust that big ol’ meaty cock of yours into him, man!!!! We’ve been waiting and practicing for this ght for FOUR LONG YEARS!!! Go for all the gusto you can, men!!! Ram it to us, as hard and as fast as you can! We can take it!!” Mike Juor’s encouragement was a bit “over the top” at that moment, yet he wanted to kick the love-making enthusiasm up about four or five notches for the youngest two of the clan, and let them know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they welcomed the two young men into their bodies, and wanted them to enjoy their fuck-fest. Strangely, Aaron seemed a bit shy, suddenly, yet he did enter Travis’ portal and began a slow, steady rhythm, and varied the speed with occasional punches. Soon enough, Aaron’s rhythm matched David’s, almost exactly, and they held hands as they fucked Mike Juor and Travis with GREAT enthusiasm. “Mmmmmm…guys!!!! My cock feels sooooooo good inside you!!! Love that feeling around the head of my cock. Ready for my load, big brother? `cause ready or not, here…it..es! UGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Aaron’s fucking was more like mine and Mike Juor’s, and his rhythm was ruined at the very end when he landed on Travis’ lower back and plunged in all the way, for one last thrust before blowing his load inside his older brother’s lover. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah! Yeah!! Yeah!!!” Aaron’s last thrusts were timed with his vocal punching. He held Travis steady at the end, with his pubic area firmly planted at Travis’ rear entry-point. You could tell Aaron had had a blow-out of an orgasm, as his cum was already leaking out Travis’ pucker. David, breathless as his brother, finally fell out of Mike Juor and he looked at Mike’s portal, and began to lick up his own cum from Mike’s leg. He shared it with Mike. Aaron soon did the same with Travis, as the men enjoyed the labors of the two younger brothers’ sexual prowess. “I know the experiences will live in your memories for a long time, guys, and we welcome you to repeat it, however, only when Mike and Travis are together, as their agreement between each other is that they never play alone, only when their partner is also present, and we hope you will respect that.” “We will, Mike, Travis. Actually, that’s probably a VERY good idea, so no one gets hurt, or beaten up, or anything. Right, Aaron?” “You are right. VERY good idea, and we need to agree here and now, before our brothers, that that is our policy with each other, as well.” The two men shook hands on it, and then kissed the men they had just enjoyed having had sexual intercourse with, Mike Juor and Travis. The two younger men were pretty-well spent at that point, and passed on the second-round of sexual intercourse with the other partners, for the time being. They all agreed, though, it would continue, as the energy level held up, or at a later time, when they were all able to be together, again, in this manner, even if it meant another day. Mike Juor looked at his youngest brother, and winked at him. Aaron blushed, yet knew Mike was holding out hope he � Aaron � still wanted to fuck him. He would � sooner than he realized � be able to take Mike on. Mike knew that he could handle Aaron’s length, and girth, as his brother was only about half an inch longer, although a bit thicker than Mike. Having fucked himself silly with a rather large cucumber while still at school that year, and knowing this day was going to take place, his anal openg was well-practiced at taking the beer-can thickness of his younger brother, or at least it SEEMED like a beer-can thickness. Aaron’s friends were all hesitant to take him on, however, David had sucked Aaron’s cock since they were fourteen and thirteen, respectively, and had allowed the big teddy-bear that Aaron had since become into his body many times, by this day, the day of their engagement announcement. The two younger men kissed each other then, and stepped aside, to let Frank and Mike Seor have the floor. They announced a ten-minute break for water, and then began the plan they had for Mike Juor and Travis’ itiation into anal sex with older men. A brief, thumb-nail sketch of a reminder from the older men, who Travis and Mike had enjoyed as David and Aaron had just enjoyed sexual intercourse with Mike Juor and Travis, and the two younger men had asked to be penetrated by Mike Seor and Frank on the eveng after their wedding. Family being family, they all agreed that the families needed to be together for that occasion, as well, and share in the bounty of the shared family sexuality, unbounded by society’s dictates. For David and Aaron, too long shut out of the adults’ sexual romps due to their youth, it felt wonderful to finally be able to celebrate their sexual ties with the brothers, and be taken into the family’ circle of men. “David and Aaron, this is never to be discussed, outside the family. No one knows � nor is anyone else not in the room right now � to EVER know about our physical relationships with each other, nor that we watch each others’ matings. During your itiation ceremony a few moments ago, you were told that, and have agreed to that, so we have everyone in the room in agreement, that what happens here, stays here, right, men?” “Agreed, brothers!” came from all the men in the room. “Now, one other thing, before we commence, Mike Juor and his great-uncle, Michael-John, have requested witness to their love, as well, and Mike Juor’s willingness to “bottom” for his great-uncle, to give the older, more physically mature and larger man what Mike Juor has always asked for, from his great-uncle. Mike Juor and Michael-John have agreed to a date, two weeks from today, after we all settle in after today’s ceremoes, however, they do request that all men present toght be in attendance. Any objections to witnessing Mike Juor’s and Michael-John’s love? No objections? Then, we expect a fine eveng of passionate love-making with the two men, two weeks from toght. I � personally � look forward to it, and may very well join them, after their encounter, as my great-uncle and I have always been close, and I wish to share in my son’s and my uncle’s passion for the other. I know my uncle’s pes is rather large, too, so I will help Mike Juor prepare to be penetrated by Michael-John’s beauty. My own relationship with my uncle is one � and has always been � orally-oriented, for the both of us, and VERY rewarding. I would encourage you men to remember we are one family, and as a family, we are to “TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER,” as we were admoshed in the ceremony this afternoon, and as we always have, in our Saturday eveng sessions, for many years now. David and Aaron, you are being brought into the circle, as of this moment, and join our circle of lovers. All the men gathered here are androphiles, and exclusively same-sex oriented, so you know, we all do suck each other off, sometimes join in on some rather adolescent fun with a circle-jerk – NO KIDDING � as you witnessed last ght, and of course, occasionally we fuck each other senseless. We are a family, and we expect you to enjoy your sexuality, immensely, as we do.” I � Mike Seor � then sat down, and allowed Big Daddy Frank to take over the party’s general direction. “Now, the pre-planned matings begin! OK, Mike Juor and Travis. Come on up here and stand before your brothers and uncles. We are here to witness your first experience of having an adult male of the previous two generations before you penetrate you, anally, and fuck you until they unload their spunk, deep inside you. We will then take a short break, and you will switch partners, and be fucked by the other of your two forebears, for you Travis, that is by way of your uon with members of our families, the Fraziers and the Thompsons. Mike and Mike’s uncle/great-uncle, Michael-John, will do the honors of cleang your beautiful, wonderful man-parts From counsel with Frank and Mike Seor, I know both of you have been practicing with dildoes and with each-others’ cocks, and that is certainly resourceful of you to do so, in anticipation of this event, although I must say from personal experience, being penetrated by a dildo is hardly comparable to being penetrated by the real, live thing, that is, another man’s “flesh and blood” pes. Once you are both ready for the lubricant to be applied to your cleaned orifices, please bend over and show us your man-holes.” Mark cleaned each man’s cock and balls, taking great care to clean around the head of the pes, as well as the testicles. Told to bend over and expose their rectal opengs to the men, the younger men were treated to a thorough exam, and a rim job once assured they were spotless and ready for the lubricant. Mark gave each man’s hole a liberal amount of lubricant, and fingered their holes to spread the lubricant and assure a clean, slick entry into the young men’s rectums. Fingers were shoved in and joined by two more after a while. Travis’ reaction to the assault to prepare him was obviously more painful at first, so Mark gave him some extra time to adjust to the older man’s fingers sliding in and out, making his spinchter relax and get used to the fingers. “Relax, Sweetie,” Mike Juor. “It’s not going to be as painful once they are in, and especially so after they hit the prostate. Believe me, once in, most of the painful part is over.” Mike Juor could not help but offer his love in the moment for his mate, as tears came to Travis’ eyes. “Mark, you’d better give Travis here some TLC, as he appears to be apprehensive.” Mike Juor looked at his mate, and reminded him of the times they had engaged in sexual intercourse, with Mike Juor taking the more “active” role, that being the invading party. Travis soon began relaxing, as he could, although he still was experiencing some apprehension, as the peses of the older men appeared much larger than he remembered them being. Mike Juor had Travis lay on top of him, pes-to-pes, and just hold still for a while, and let Mike’s torso calm him down, which it usually did, and again managed to work its magic on Travis’ apprehension. The proceedings were delayed a few minutes as Mark was able to give Travis an extra helping of lubricant, and a fingering that finally had the younger man relaxing in Mark’s hand, and not so tense. Mark realized Travis had finally given in to the thrusting in of Mark’s fingers into his man-hole. Travis looked at Mark, and shook his head, indicating to Mark that Travis was ready for the onslaught. The older men waited patiently as the younger men were made ready for the onslaught, as they did not want to hurt Mike Juor, and certainly not Travis, whose first adult pes would be Big Daddy Frank, whose pes was thicker than Mike Juor and Mike Seor’s pes, who were nearly identical. “Travis and Mike Juor, are you ready and still willing for this event to occur, so you may learn the ways of the men-folk?” “Sir, yes, sir!!!” was said in uty both our offspring. “Then, bring on the men!” Mark looked over the two top-men as they prepared to mount their newly established added partners for what was sure to be a show of sexual gratification, to the max. “Gentlemen, are you fully lubricated and ready for the onslaught of pes, pes and still more pes?” “Yes, Chamber-master Mark.” “Then mount your men, and � oh yeah! � enjoy the ride, guys!!!” Mike squirmed a bit to get adjusted, yet I knew he was ready, and actually had been ready since that ght four years previous, when he penetrated me with one of the most beautiful, magficent and breathtakingly lovely peses I had EVER laid eyes on! Its mushroom-shaped head was only outdone by the thickness of the shaft, and the young man learned fast how to fuck his man. His long, slow strokes and his movement within my anal tract, stirring the insides to pleasure his pes even more, Frank’s guidance of his pes into me, and coaching to slow down his thrusting, move faster, et cetera, made for a wonderful, aesthetically pleasing fuck session with my oldest son wearing out his Dad’s manhole. I am glad � and always will be � that I was my son’s first adult penetration. He learned skills he could not from others, as other men don’t take the time to train their sons in how to please their mate, and certainly don’t train the young men how to delay orgasm, even when they have their man-rammers deeply imbedded in man-holes. It was a beautiful experience that I would not trade anything for. My eldest son was itiated as a man in the circle of his men-folk, and in the eyes of the other men, fully a man, and no longer a “man-wannabe,” as we teased him with, at times, previous to the penetrative experience. This next experience, however, would be very different for both young men. Travis, Mike Juor, Frank and I had taken to the bedroom one afternoon about two weeks after their college graduation, and a month prior to ceremony earlier that day to physically practice a slow build up to orgasm by slowly and deliberately edging the younger men to orgasm and only allowing the younger men to spunk when the elders signaled their approval for the younger men’s orgasms. The four men saw it, then � most importantly � the two young men’s common experience of getting fucked, that is, for Mike Juor and Travis, both, would well be worth the wait through delaying the younger men’s gratification, and � as they understood it after this eveng � the younger two were both fully “men,” that is no longer “boys,” in the eyes of the older men in the room, after having willingly been penetrated by another man, in an act of love, and not of “rape,” and only being concentrated on their sexual partners’ pleasure, and not their own. It took some doing � and many mutual masturbation sessions with the older men – to get Mike Juor and Travis to the point where they waited for the older men to climax, delaying their own orgasms until the older men were either cumming, or CLEARLY at the point of no return. Then, and only then, were they allowed to blow their own loads, yet they learned to delay their gratification for the other man’s pleasure to occur first. Once the practice runs were successful three times and the younger men understood they were only there for their sexual partner’s pleasure those afternoons, the older men termed the practice runs successful and the younger men ready for their itiations. Laying atop my eldest son, I looked into his eyes, and said, “well, this is it, son. If you don’t want it, now is the time to back out, `cause after I penetrate you and pass your spinchter with the head of my pes, you are mine, and will have to endure what I have to give out, which I understand from other men I have de-flowered over the years can be a tad painful, especially for the first couple of minutes, and the first few thrusts of my pes into your man-hole. Any hesitation to do this is � now and forever � out of your hands, if you don’t speak up, now.” “I have no hesitation nor regrets in inviting you into my body, Dad. Frankly and maybe surprisingly to you, I have waited for this ght for ne long years, since I turned thirteen.” “Really, son? Wow. The most important question now is � of course � are you ready?” “Ready, Dad.” Mounting my boy like a stallion, I aimed my man-tool straight down and into his rosebud. He had prepared himself well, and I hoped he had assisted his lover Travis with doing the same for Frank’s onslaught. The head passed the portal, and In I went, all the way to the bottom. I knew to wait, and he adjusted himself quickly, feeling the depth I was able to descend to, and the girth of my cock. Adjusting myself, I pressed my pes against all four sides of his rectum, stirring it as I would a pot of noodles, and making Mike squirm, and moan. “Awwwwwww maaaaaaaaaaaaan, Dad! This feel awesome!!! You’re up against my prostate, and I can feel the head messaging it. Keep that…oh yeah! Right there, man!!!! You hit it, dead-on!” Travis was watching Mike, and taking it all in. Travis’ hand was around the shaft of my pes, as he felt my thrusting up into his lover, and the back and forth rhythm it produced. First, I varied the rhythms of my thrusting, and gradually increased both speed and velocity, until I was absolutely pounding the young man’s hole with my pes, the pes that had ejaculated him into existence in his mother’s womb, some twenty-three years previous. “Oh, yeah Dad! Rock me!!! Back and forth, faster man, faster! You can pound me now, as I am used to your girth, and want more of my Dad inside me…in fact, I want ALL of my Dad inside me!!! Cum on, Dad, breed me!!! Cream my ass!!! Leave your love-trail in there when you’re done!!! Let me see the cream-pie you leave behind!!! Uncle Mark, get me the large mirror from mine and Travis’ bathroom, please!!!” The older man took the request to heart, and trotted off to get the mirror for his beloved nephew. Mike’s dirty-talk was certainly getting to me, and I felt the sap rise, deep within me. My balls began to draw upward, and I shouted, “where does my load of man-cream go, boy?” “In my ass, sir!!!” “Fine, `cuz here…it…is!!!!” letting my spunk fill his body cavity, spilling out the sides. Travis leaned down and � before I could possibly stop him � he licked up part of my abundant load. “How does it taste, Babe? Will you please share it with me?” Travis leaned over into Mike’s face, and let the cream flow from his mouth to Mike’s mouth. “Ahhhhh…man-cream!!! The nectar of the men I love!!!!!” I stayed on top of my son for quite some time afterward, and was about to relinquish the bed to Travis and Frank when they were fully prepared, however, they both stopped us from getting off the bed, scooching in alongside us. Travis spoke up. “No babe. Please don’t go. I want you here. I want to look at you, too, as Frank penetrates my man-hole, and thrusts that mighty cock of his into my body, and then � finally � as he sends jet after jet of his hot man-cream into me.” “OK, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere.” “Are you ready for the onslaught, Travis?” “Ready, willing and able, sir. Final answer. Full speed ahead!” Both Frank and I are known to be rough at times, especially so on each other, however, his soft entry into Travis surprised me somewhat, yet, when he finally got up to full-speed, his cock was slipping in and out of the young man at a tremendous speed, he looked like the man I had fallen so hard for, some twenty years earlier, as the look of sheer, lip-biting determination, and � head back in rapture � his bear-growling self began to show, in the way of a slowly-building, chest-rumbling howl I knew him quite capable of, and usually be well-known for. Knowing himself, he had � previous to his entry into the bedroom � Frank sprayed a solution on his pes to last longer. Firing too soon, sometimes, was something he had dealt with since his teenaged years, and still did, even at the age of seventy! I watched in fascination as my lover’s pes slipped in and out of Travis’ man-cunt. Mike Juor kept his hand wrapped all the way around Frank’s cock, as he pounded Travis’ hole at break-neck speed. “Damn, boy, you’re ce and tight!” “Yeah, I know it!!! Enjoy it while you can. I can tell you’re getting close, Frank, as your balls just drew up, and your urethra is vibrating.” “Ready or not boy, here I……CUM!!! CUM!!! CUM!!!” Each word was punctuated by a solid, rock-bottom reaching punch with his pes fairly PLUNGING into Travis’ arse. The orgasm must have been quite powerful, as his body contorted into a strange stance, as he reared back about as far as I thought anyone could possibly go, and then suddenly jerked forward, landing on Travis with a sound that was more like a thud, yet I knew from the sound that � if Frank had landed any harder � he could have seriously injured poor Travis, whose body was not at all like Mike Juor’s, and was more frail, I thought, than anyone else in the family. I would have to be more protective of my new partner, and I knew my eldest son, Mike Juor, would certainly be so! I love feeling Frank’s orgasm, deep inside ME, on the few occasions he has actually fucked me. The jet propulsions at whatever lab that was back home in the Midwest had nothing on my guy!!! Unlike me and others, though, his thrusting continued as his semen shot out of his cock like a rifle, with him bottoming out on each and every one, and Mike Juor and I felt the pulses run through the length of his urethra, his cock and balls jerking with each pulse. His grunting and groang noises actually became painful to listen to, as it eventually became more like the cry of a wolf, or at least as close as most of us humans can get to a wolf’s howl. He collapsed on Travis, who somehow managed to push the larger man off him, leaving the older man to lay flat on his chest on the mattress, during his resolution phase. “I’ll take on Mike Seor next, and give poor Frank’s pes a break. You ready Big Man?” Travis was eager for more pushment, from me this time. I would be a bit more careful with him than I am with my eldest son. “Yeah, let’s go for it.” Laying down on top of Travis wasn’t quite the same as laying on top of my boy. Travis’ lithe body was more twink-like than any man I had ever de-flowered, and his ps were standing at rapt attention… “Go ahead man! Frank paved the way for you! Slide it in there and get slicked up with his juices. He must have shot his spunk for a full minute, Mike! I’ve never experienced anything that long in climaxing before. My mate and I spunk for a while, yeah, but nowhere near that long!!!” My pes easily slid into Travis, as he kissed first me, then his partner Mike Juor, then me, again. “Fuck me, Dad! I want you to leave a load of man-cream on top of what Frank has already left me.” “You’re like my boy, Travis. I can tell you two are virgins to anal sex with adult men. You’re both tighter than drums!” “Mmmmm, Dad, your pes feels soooooooo good inside me!!! I am defitely going to want you inside me on a regular basis!!! Faster AND harder, man!!! Leave me a BIG load, dude!!!” My pes then took on a life of its own. The hips’ wild thrusting-action pushed me beyond the brink, and with a shout that took even ME by surprise, I let loose with my man-cream, flooding the younger man’s body-cavity, and began leaking out the sides as I shot. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Mike Juor already knew I shot big loads, so he had probably told Travis that I have three shifts of production at the twin factories, below-deck. When I felt the tightness of Travis’ man-hole, though, I knew there would be other ghts of wild, raucous sex with the three of them. I came BUCKETS when I thought of my boy on top of Travis, fucking his lover’s brains out. I wanted to see my boy in action! And, with that thought in mind, I invited Mike to get on top of me, once I managed to dislodge myself from Travis’ wonderful anal-grip, by motiong to Mike with my head that I wanted him to mount me, his first man-sex partner from four years previous. Knowing Mike’s willingness to fuck the ever-livin’ shit out of me, I looked forward to having him on top of me, and his wonderful pes inside me. Dis-mounting from Travis’ cute little bubble-butt would be a challenge as his orgasm had caused his spinchter to clamp down on my cock and held me tightly within. Once I began deflating, my cock fairly slid out of him, and � when it did � Travis and Mike partook of the man-cream at both the portal, and from the faucet of life, itself. They both licked and sucked their way to completion, and then shared the cr�me de la cr�me with each other. “Are you two always that cum-crazed, guys? You can always come down the hall here and get fresh cream, whenever your hearts desire it.” “You ready, Frank?” My eldest son Mike’s turn had come back around again, this time with my partner, Frank. “Yep. For you three, ANYTIME, guys!!! Just ask.” “How do you want me, Frank?” “On your back, Mike, face up. If I should happen to get tired, we’ll do it on our sides, later on, but let’s try the legs over my shoulders, first.” “Oh yeah, Big Boy! You’re wanting the deepest penetration possible?” Frank looked at Travis and I as he said this. “Try face to face, guys, if not man face down, and you aim straight down to enter. Fucking awesome, boys � uh � make that MEN!!!” Frank was all lubed up, and entered M.J. with a single thrust. Mike looked at Frank with a look of sheer determination, and told Frank to fuck him as hard and as fast as Frank could possibly go. “RRRRRRRRR!!!!” Frank’s first thrusts into my son were brutal, yet Mike took them like a champ. He was absolutely determined, I could tell, to gain the upper hand in this, and wind up flip-flopping Frank, and fucking the daylights out of Frank, instead. He was a half a head taller and at least fifty pounds heavier than he was when he graduated high school, having wrestled in college, too, and even going to the state championships, held there in Austin. He and Frank grappled, for quite a while, and Frank’s loud groan told me he had left a load and a half inside Mike. I knew from Mike’s fucking me, four years previous, that he was ready to do some heavy duty thrusting of his own, and was preparing myself for a possible future onslaught from my eldest son, which I had secretly relished, since the time of Mike’s itiation of fucking me, a mere four years earlier. Frank’s orgasm had come altogether much sooner than he had anticipated, apparently, yet his orgasmic growling told us all his experience inside Mike had well been worth the wait, for him. I was glad for Frank, and Mike, and knew there was more man fun to cum, as soon as Frank dis-mounted my eldest son. No one expected it, however, I had, and I had prepared myself well for it. Mike quickly got on top of me, placed my legs over his shoulders, and plunged in with one rapid, deep thrust. His cock brushed by my prostate, and increased the already heavy flow of pre-cum. His thrust hit bottom. “Fuck, man! You really ARE ready!” “Uh, huh. Told ya!!! For you, my beloved son? ANYTIME, man!!!” Mike’s jabbing, thrusting action was something I found I needed, as a man, AND as his Dad. Backing up against him with each thrust, his body and mine met in the middle of the stroke, each and every time, causing Mike’s more guttural growl to start up, which I knew meant impending orgasm, which � in my family � meant a very loud release of semen. “Yeah, oh yeah, man!!!! Gonna fuck the shit out of you!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Mike landed on top of me, full force. His weight had grown exponentially over the last four years, and what was once one hundred eighty five pounds of lean, muscular young manhood, covered in a thin layer of fur, was now two hundred and twenty-plus pounds of rock-solid heavily fur-covered muscle. The young man that now stood six-two was no longer a boy in stature, either, but was a man. A handsome hunk of a man, too, I would add, as this proud Dad pulled Mike down on top of me again, and we kissed quite passionately for a good, ten-minute workout. “Damn, Frank! Look at those two, swappin’ spit!!! Looks like Dad always had it ready for when his boy was no longer, and was replaced by a handsome hunk of manhood named Mike Juor!!!” “Juor? Hell boy, Mike’s got a bigger one than I do! I bet he and his youngest brother, Aaron, are tied for the lead in the cock derby, with seven inches, each!!! Well, I guess we can’t call you Mike JUNIOR any more, huh, son?” “You do and you’ll receive more of what you just got, and one helluva lot more cream to go with it, next time, `cuz guess who just had his first wet dream, last ght?” “Oh yeah! Welcome to the rank and file of the men in this family, Mike. I want all of that cream, son. Store it up in a container for me, if you whack it, too, will ya?” “Oh, yeah? Now you’re encroaching on MY methods, Mister Mike! Store it up for me, M.J.!!! I MIGHT share it with him, IF he’s a good boy and eats all his meat I feed him. Whaddya say to that, MISTER Mike?” “Guess I’ve got a lot of cocksuckin’ to do, in my future, Big Boss Man!!!” “Don’t worry, YOUNG Mike! We won’t forget you love to bury the bone in someone on a daily basis. And after seeing you in action with your Dad, twice now in the last four years, I’d say your Dad would probably flip for YOU anytime, young man! That said, though, I think me and Travis here want to watch, and record on video for later solo pleasuring, eh, Trav?” Frank had his hand cupped across Mike Juor’s powerful pecs. I could tell Frank’s “petting” Mike Juor was getting to him, and he was inching ever closer to a rather large, loud explosion inside me. He had stayed inside me, and all the sex talk brought Mike Juor’s cock to a fullness and hardness Mike Seor had grown to love, as he suddenly and silently vow to allow his eldest to fuck him on a regular basis. “Damn right!” “Hey, guys, what about us?” My brother Mark and uncle, Michael-John, had been sitting in the corner, jacking their cocks and watching the whole show begin to take a much more defined shape, or at least a more orgazed one, anyway. What was once a weekly Saturday-afternoon barbecue and orgy soon morphed into nearly an all-day affair, and later would include Frank’s sons when they were not working, and one MORE man Dad and I knew played on both sides of the street, and needed more man-time. Frank’s sons were a regular part of the circle of men, and welcomed in anytime. Their own sons, Mark’s grandsons, knew nothing of this circle, and as such, were never around the family anymore, as they were off to college, themselves. Mark, the elder David and the elder Aaron � that being Mark’s sons � and Mike Seor’s Uncle, Michael-John, were all included in, whenever they could get away from family obligations, and were in on the family’s circle of men, keeping the confidence of the others in agreements such as the two youngest of the clan had made, earlier that eveng. “Fuck, little bro. I didn’t know you’d ever flip for ANYONE. When did that start?” “When I saw stud-pup here with that big old bat of his swinging free in the breeze. Once his clothes were off, all bets were off, too, MISTER Mark!!!” “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!” Mike Juor blasted a load inside me just then, yet he remained mounted on top of me. Apparently, he would wait for resolution to once again have its full effects, and would begin another round of wild bucking and fucking his Dad’s backside. Soon enough, I could tell his cock had begun to become steel-rod hard and ready for another assault. His resolution time was amazing, but then again, at nearly twenty-three, so was mine!!! “Hey Dad? Another round?” “Sure, son. Let me lay down, flat on my stomach, though. I want to truly “bottom” for you. And no one else had better be gettin’ any ideas, `cuz THIS bear ain’t flippin’ for anyone except my boys and my bear, Frank…Mike now, and the other two once they decide if they want it.” “Your secret’s safe with us, man. Just as long as we can keep the video!!!” “Oh, and I know you will, Frank!” “Damn right, man!!!” “And if it ever gets out, or winds up on the `net, your ass is grass, boy!!!” “It won’t, babe. Its just for me, for when we need some extra stimulation to get my motor runng, when I’m flying solo.” Mike laid down across my back, and aimed his cock straight down, as I had demonstrated to him, previously. He knew how to enter me, and immediately bottomed out, on the first thrust. One thing I have to say for my son, is he and I both love to fuck, and fuck HARD!!!!! I loved the feel of Mike’s pes inside my posterior. Besides feeling full, the cock felt like it had found home base. Mike’s thick shaft, and his beautiful, mushroom-shaped head rocked back and forth inside me and began to vibrate with Mike’s rocking back and forth, twirling his cock around and hitting all four walls of the anal tract. I met Mike’s motions on the upswing, and pulled him back into the chute with a gentle squeeze, just inside the chute, with the spinchter muscle. “Oh yeah, Dad…love that! Squeeze my cock harder, man! Here, let me send ol’ Pete upward inside ya!!!!” “FUUUUCCCCKKKK Mike!!! Oh yeah, damn! This boy knows how to play hardball!!! Again, boy!!! Stab me with that thick shaft of yours! Yeah, that’s it son!!! You’re up against my prostate!!! Yeah, punch it again!!! Yeah!!! Again, man!!! Now, pull out and punch in again! Yeah, you’re makin’ my ass feel used, boy!!! Again, Mike!!! C’mon son! Pull back farther now, and punch in, even faster and harder! Yeah, Mike! There you go! Increase your rhythm speed, boy! Now, around and around inside me with that big ol’ cockhead of yours!!! Aim UP, Mike, up!!! There you go, boy!!! Hardrer, Mike! Land on me like the big man you are!!! Make me feel you giving me the full treatment. Ravage my ass, son!!! Fuck your Dad’s ass like the big bear you are! Go amal, son! Go amal!!!” “You’re loving this aren’t you Dad? Man, my cock feels sooooooo good, fucking you!!! I want to stay inside you forever!!!” “Yep, and I meant it. Ride me, son. Ride your Daddy’s ass, Mike!!! Pull your cock almost all the way out, now, and let me feel the crown of the cockhead at my portal. Tease me with it, son, back and forth across the rim of the portal, son, back and forth across the pucker…there you go! Now, plunge in like there’s no tomorrow!!! YEAH, Mike!! Get it, boy! Get it! Get it!! Fuck me hard, son!!! Let me feel your cum shoot out of that beautiful cock of yours! Yeah boy! YEAH!!! YEAH!!! YEAH!!! Oh fuck Mike! I can’t hold mine back anymore!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My cock roared to life as my cum spewed under me and absolutely SOAKED the sheet! I must have sprayed a good eight healthy shots of spunk. Mike was right behind me… “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Oh fuck man, here it cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh fuck Dad!!! Oooooooooooooo fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!!!! FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UUUMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!! UUUUUMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!! UUUUUMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Mike landed on top of me like a two hundred plus pound sack of potatoes as I felt his cockhead expand inside me and stay suspended for a long second or two as his slit opened and sprayed my guts with a power-sprayer jet action of cum, whitewashing my insides like a car-wash wand at full-blast. Ten pulses were felt inside me as his cock jerked inside me like he was being shocked with electrical current in brief blasts. He would jerk so hard he took me up into the air with him with each pulse of his cock, spewing even more of my son’s life-giving semen into me. This time, Mike had hit the top-man lottery, and felt the full-on contact orgasm his mind and body so desperately needed. On a scale of one-to-ten, Mike had just registered a twenty-five, and had experienced the male-to-male equivalent I had, the first time I had fucked his Mom, and blasted him into his Mom’s body at approximately the estimated two-hundred miles an hour the average male jettisons his semen into the cervix with, in heterosexual intercourse. His body remained in mid-air on each pulse as he jerked and twisted, feeling each blast into my anal tract with a force of a man wrestling with another and pounding his opponent to the mat in vanquish. Finally, he landed on top of me and took a big, long breath… “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!! Just what the FUCK was that?!?!?!?” “You just hit the man-fucking lottery, boy!!!! Some would call it butt-fucking rvana, but it is FAR more than that, son!!! Your body went into the “little-death” zone! A twenty-five on a scale of one-to-ten, Mike!!! I could feel each and every pulse with you, son! You took me up into mid-air with you, as you dragged me upward with you on every single spray of your urethra hurtling your cum into me! Now THAT is what I am talking about when I told you about � one day � hitting the butt-fucking lottery. Welcome to manhood, son!!! You’ll NEVER forget this one, Mike, and may you have MANY, MANY, MANY more, over the remaing years!!! I would take your cock back into me right now, son, however, I believe you really � and truly � would not be able to stand any touch, at all. Lay here on top of me, my beloved son, and just BASK in the sunshine of a fuck for the ages!!!” “Fuck, Dad…that was AWESOME!!!! Yet, HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?” “My first time with your Mom, and each and every time with all three of you boys being conceived, was like that for me, Mike. Do you know, do you even realize that I’ve only made love to a woman three times in my entire life? Those three times resulted in the three of you boys. The first time, when you left my body and were jettisoned into your Mom’s cervix, left my body crying out for more of the same, and on the only other two attempts, it happened each time. I knew I was gay, Mike, but this � this THING � kept happeng, and when I finally fucked my first man, that being your beloved Uncle Frank, your grandfather in real life, it happened again. I knew I couldn’t take a steady diet of that, or most certainly I would one day pass out, so Frank and I made an agreement, that I would only enter “the zone” with him, so I wouldn’t place myself in any danger. So, now, more than twenty years later, the one hundred or so times I’ve entered “the zone” have been truly MIND-SHATTERING experiences. I know I blacked out briefly a few times over the years, however, Frank pulled me out of that state, and brought me back into the land of the living, so to speak. And now, my son…YOU, too, have entered “The Zone,” and experienced full-on sexual intercourse, as I believe it was created to be, and now you know why they call it “The Little Death,” don’t you?!?” “Fuck yeah, man!!!” “Nuff said, son! I want you both to sleep with us toght. We’ll show Travis the ride of a lifetime, first thing in the morng, if you don’t mind, Travis?” “Don’t mind it, at all. Just WATCHING Mike’s experience inside you was enough to wear ME out, Papa Bear!” “Yeah, man! You wanna practice with me?” “Babe, time for sleep, my man. Let’s recharge and resume in the morng, like your Dad suggested. I want you behind me, spoon-fashion. God, you are every fucking INCH “The Man,” Mike, and I feel so privileged that I � ME! Travis Barry � gets to sleep with you at ght. You OK now, Babe?” “Yeah, Sweetheart! Let’s try to get some sleep.” Laying down on the big bed, spoon-fashion, next to my mate, with Travis behind me and Mike Juor behind him, the four of soon found ourselves making Z’s. Mike Juor reported the following morng that his cock felt like it had had a workout of its own, which it had, and he didn’t know if he could touch it without experiencing some � not pain � but defitely exhaustion. His cock would rise and fall that next morng, yet most of our time spent in bed before breakfast that day was just basking in the afterglow of the previous ght’s activities. Cuddling and kissing, shared with my brother Mark and Uncle Mike, was a sweet dessert to Mike Juor’s “Zone” experience. Frank looked at Mike Juor and smiled a shit-eating grin, if there ever was one. “Now you know what all that noise going on behind our bedroom door was all about, all these years, huh, Mike?” “Yep, and I need to practice entering “The Zone,” with the Trav-man, here!” David and Aaron, my two youngest sons, had fallen asleep on the sofa on the other side of the room, intertwined with their Uncle Mark, and Great-Uncle Mike. The arms and legs all appeared to be attached to someone, although I couldn’t tell whose they were. I just shook two limbs awake, and waited for movement. “Huh? What’d we miss?” “Nothing, guys. You guys want breakfast here, or do y’all wanna go out for it? And if so, where do you wanna go?” All the men in the room answered at once: “Waffle House!!!” I knew I was outvoted, and happily tagged along with my guys. Nothing like sharing a meal with the guys I had just fished sharing each other with. Makes that phrase “A family who plays together stays together” a little more poignant, AND sweet!!! Epilogue: Mike Juor and I practice hitting “The Zone,” and hit it, with each other and our mates, at least once a month, now, sometimes two or three times a month. Our record was ne times in a week. Travis finally joined the ranks of the truly “alive” men in this family, about four days after Mike Juor. “Da Trav-man” � as we now call him � screamed, yes, SCREAMED, when he hit it, and scared the ever-livin’ crap out of the dogs next door. We of course all laughed about it later, and the next door neighbors never DID figure out what had set off their dogs! Hee Hee…if they only knew!!! Then came the ght when Mike Juor was on top of Da Trav man, and I was on top of Frank, and Mike Juor and I entered “The Zone,” together. The bed collapsed that ght, and we actually had to rebuild it! My brother Mark never did find out that we had broken the bed when engaged in the most rowdy, raucous sex we had EVER experienced together, to that point. My chest swelled with the pride of a Dad, watching my boy hit The Zone, and wrapped my arms around him as we entered the zone together, practically raping our mates, and kissing and hugging each other, one hand on our mates chest and one arm around each other. Thank God young Dave and Aaron were away at college that weekend!!! Forty-five minutes later, though, we were right back at it again, as Mike Juor and I gave Frank and Travis their own “Outer Limits” experience, and practically broke the windows, when the two went into orbit. Frank had such convulsions that it took me fifteen minutes to bring him back around and talking again, and Mike gently nudged Travis back to the land of the living after a slam into Mike that was the actual “THE breaking point” for the bed, and BROKE the headboard in half, as Mike’s hands went up to keep him from going through the wall. It’s been that way at least once a month ever since, and a newer, stronger, metal-framed bed was eventually bought for each of the two “master” bedrooms. C’mon over, some time, if ya ever get a hankerin’ to! There’s plenty of room across the bottom of this ocean-liner of a bed, THAT’s for sure!!! Young Mike and I just love to fuck, and Frank can handle takin’ the big ones, finally, after having taken in the visiting Brother Wallingford’s twelve-incher, and good Lord what an ordeal THAT was!!!!! Frank begged the man to stay an extra week of his vacation stateside with us, JUST so he could get his fill of a cock that never quit, and boy, was Frank ever sore after that week!!!!! Too bad the old man still lives in the U.K. Well, on second thought, maybe not, or I would never get Frank out of the bedroom!!!!! 🙂 See ya down the road, guys!!! Notes from the Author: <1]:As found in the Bible, Ecclesiastes 4:12. <2]:Music from "Fiddler on the Roof" � Music by Jerry Bock, ics by Sheldon Harck. Taken from motion picture soundtrack (1971). ics copyright from Bock IP, LLC, Imagem Music, Inc., per online search by author at ics and icfind � 18 July 2017.

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