It seemed that my apartment building was getting a new tenant and I was getting a new neighbor! Last month the newlyweds that lived below me finally got their dream house through escrow and were moving out, the young wife already at the new home a week earlier organizing everything and her handsome young husband Sean packing and schlepping out their belongings. I got to know Sean much better that last week, as every evening after packing up and schlepping he would shower and come up to my place for dinner and usually spend the night in bed with me. I don't know what that silly woman was thinking; leaving prime beef like Sean alone at night, goodness knows I did my part to keep their marriage intact!

Now another large U-Move-It truck was outside and two handsome men were moving furniture and boxes inside the apartment. One was older, maybe in his early to mid forties, while the other one was barely twenty. As they turned in profile towards me while hauling out a sofa, I was struck how closely the younger resembled the older. Their hair color was about the same, the builds of their bodies were about the same, and they almost moved the same. I made my decision and, grabbing a six-pack, headed downstairs to meet my neighbor.

They were just coming out of the apartment, the younger one having stripped off his t-shirt and wiping down his well-muscled chest with it while the older one just lifted the hem of his looser t-shirt to wipe off his face. That glimpse showed me that the older one had a great chest and abs, and I was a bit disappointed that "Dad" didn't take off his shirt. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and waved at them. "Hello, one of you must be my new neighbor. I'm Mike from upstairs. You sure look like a beer would be handy about now."

With a glance at his "dad," the younger man gratefully accepted a beer and, without so much as a pause, opened and chugged the entire can. Gasping a bit, he smiled at me and held out his hand. "Thank you, Mike, that sure hit the spot! My name's Barron and this is my dad, Richard."

"Hello Mike," said Richard as we shook hands, his firm dry grip was somehow more than it seemed. "Actually, we're both going to be your neighbors."

Damn, I hit the jackpot! "Great! Say, with all the moving and stuff, you need some help?" I handed Richard a beer and he took a long drink from it before nodding yes to my question. "Most of the furniture is inside now, but we still have a lot of boxes to bring in."

"Glad to help! Stick these in your fridge and let's finish up your move!" The two men grinned at me and we started hauling in the remainder of the boxes. Most of the boxes had easy marks on them, "kitchen" and so on, but when I first hit "Richard's bedroom" I had to ask, "So which one is going to be your room, Richard?"

He pointed me to the larger of the two bedrooms and after that I knew where the ones marked "Barron's" went. About two hours later the truck was empty and we were all panting from exertion and working on the second six pack of beer from my place. All three of us were drenched in sweat, and knowing that the guys needed to unpack and find all their stuff, I tactfully asked if they'd like to have dinner with me this evening. "It's just going to be delivery pizza, but I have more beer upstairs and you guys probably don't want to face hunting down food."

Richard grinned and thanked me. "That's great, Mike! We had thought of going out for burgers or something." He looked around the apartment, stacked high with boxes. "We'll need to shower and change first, though. How about we meet you in about an hour upstairs?"

"That works fine for me, Richard." I figured I could take a quick shower and get myself cleaned up as well as prepare my place for visitors. "I'll see you guys in about an hour, then."

The hour passed and soon there was a knock on my door. Richard and Barron stood there, showered and ready for some food. "Ok guys, help yourself to munchies on the kitchen table while I call in a pizza. What kind do you want?"

Barron happily grabbed some chip and dip and, shoving a loaded chip into his mouth, said around the food, "Pepperoni, please."

Richard lightly smacked Barron aside his head, saying, "Don't talk with your mouth full, Barron." He sighed and said, "Pepperoni is fine with me too." I grinned at both of them and called in the pizza, then returned to my guests. Now that I could look closer at them, I not only could see the family resemblance, but also how maturity settled handsomely on Richard's wide shoulders while youth made Barron a delectable young man.

Both father and son stood a good six feet in height, equaling my height, and both worked out enough to keep their bodies in shape. Both had wide shoulders and narrow waists, both had light dustings of hair on their forearms and legs the same color as their head hair. Even their hands looked the same, firm, strong wide hands with long fingers and groomed nails, although Richard's hand showed the absence of a wedding ring by the un-tanned circle around that finger.

Richard wore his hair shorter than Barron, whose hair was about mid-length and fell straight down from his crown to be swept to each side often as he moved his head, causing the hair to fall in his face. Richard had his hair cut short on the sides, but rather than a full buzz cut, had medium length hair that was curly enough to look cool. With gray/white hair at his temples, I wish I had a 'daddy' that looked as good as Richard.

Both men shared the same eye color, a deep azure blue that sparkled in Barron and was almost serene in Richard. Richard's blue eyes were now turned on me, and I stammered a bit as I realized I'd been actively cruising him in front of his son! He smiled and we chatted about all kinds of harmless things as we waited for the pizza, then chatted and ate some more when it arrived.

Soon it was late and Richard stood up, stretching and giving me another peek at those tight abs of his. "Thanks Mike for a great welcome! It's getting late and we've got a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow. Let's go, Barron."

His son finished off the last slice on his plate and knocked back the last of his beer. "OK, Dad. Thanks a lot Mike for dinner!" He grinned at me and my heart almost melted into a puddle. The boy was a lady-killer for sure. But where was his mother and Richard's wife?

Over the next week or so we divided up dinner duties as I liked to cook, but didn't have anybody to cook for and Richard felt it was only fair that the two men reciprocated. Their apartment, after the unpacking and such, looked warm and masculine, with black leather sofa and chairs, glass and stainless steel coffee and end tables, but with some nice artwork on the walls and some wooden bookcases of a quality that lent a more traditional flavor to the otherwise modern room. The rest of the apartment was pretty much the same, with Richard's bedroom having more traditional wood furniture than Barron's, but then, you'd expect the father to be a bit more traditional.

It was at one such dinner in their place that I asked about the female in their lives. A picture of a very pretty woman holding a little baby was on Barron's dresser, and I'd commented on it as I returned from the bathroom and passed by the dresser. Barron grew quiet and glanced at his dad, who just shrugged and nodded once. "That was my mother and me just after I was born," said Barron, quietly. "She died when I was about 11 years old."

"Oh my God!" I said, "I'm so sorry!"

"No," said Richard, somewhat heavily, "Don't be sorry. Sally died suddenly in a car accident when Barron was 11 and I've not found another person who could love us the same as she did. Barron, don't be embarrassed or worry about me. Remember your mother, it's what she would have wanted."

Barron nodded and said, "Yessir," around a mouth full of steak.

Richard smacked him lightly again upside the head as he'd done that first night in my kitchen, then grinned. "Barron and I have been making our way since Sally died, and I think I've worked out MOST of the bad habits, except that one."

Barron grinned back at his dad, and my heart gave a little bump as I could see the love and family between the two men. It was a bit later that as I was helping Richard straighten up after dinner that he mentioned that he was going out of town the following Monday for a week and that he'd appreciate it if I kept an eye on his son.

"Oh, I trust him, Mike," said Richard as he fondly looked at his son sitting in the living room watching a sports channel, "but I feel better with a mature influence around him." I grinned and said I'd be around in case he felt lonely and wanted companionship. "Excellent! Thank you, Mike! You are a good friend and neighbor." We finished drying the last of the dishes and joined Barron in the living room. As it was getting a bit late, I thanked them again for dinner and headed back upstairs.

Monday rolled around and I headed to work, leaving a bit early so that I could stop and make sure Barron had my number in case he needed anything. Now understand that our apartments had been built rather strangely in that when the architect drew up the plans, he found that a patio would not work off the living room as it interfered with the public walkway that ran between the buildings, so he put the patio off the main bedroom. Patio doors were installed and a smaller French door off the living room connected to the patio. The next design flaw was the location of the bathroom, in the case of our two bedroom one bath units, because to allow access to the bathroom from both bedrooms, the bathroom was a long rectangular hallway with the fixtures along one wall and doors at either end. From the main bedroom, one could look directly into the bathroom where the sink and mirror was located, the view from the other bedroom looked straight through the bathroom. It was this arrangement as I walked passed the main bedroom that allowed me to see Barron standing before the mirror as he shaved, stark naked!

I quickly glanced out to the parking lot and, not seeing the silver/grey Celica that Richard drove, turned back to viewing Barron, secure that I wasn't going to be caught 'peeping' by Richard. Barron didn't seem to notice me standing outside the patio window, I guess the angle was wrong or maybe the light outside glared on the window, but whatever the case, I had a clear view of him.

The first thing that drew my eye was Barron's incomparable ass, which was high and firm, yet 'bubbled' by the muscle under the soft looking skin. I took in the entire back view, enjoying the wide shoulders and the v-shape of his smooth back, his ass (of course!) and then his thick thighs and full calves all muscled proportionally and athletically. He liked to tan nude, I could see, for his buttocks were almost the same shade as his upper body and legs, only a faint band around the waist showing the thong he wore when he couldn't be naked. Other than the hair upon his head, I saw no indication of body hair and wondered about that until I saw him finish shaving and grab a can of some foamy material that he began applying to his body.

When he'd spread the foam over his arms, chest and abs, he bent forward to apply the foam to his legs, spreading them slightly which allowed a very full and heavy looking package to swing down into view. His ball sack hung a good four inches down from his crotch, the testicles almost the size of hen's eggs at the bottom of the stretched sack. He bent lower to put cream on his ankles and the tops of his feet, allowing the first few inches of what looked like a five inch soft cock, the un-circumcised head quite fat. This bending also displayed the cleft between Barron's asscheeks, and his tight pink rosebud as he applied a bit of the foam around it before finishing the back of his legs and then coating his asscheeks with the foam.

He stood there, critically looking over his body as the foam settled into a thin layer over his body, then after maybe 10 minutes moved towards the shower area. I lost view of him for maybe 20 minutes, and then he returned to the sink area, hair and body damp as he dried himself off with a thick towel. I figured it was time to announce my presence before he turned and saw me, so I quickly walked up to the window and knocked lightly. Turning slightly, he saw me and smiled, then wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the patio door.

"Mike! How's it going?" He held out one hand for me to shake while the other kept the towel around his waist. He closed the patio door after I'd entered and then, strangely, pulled the blinds across the window. I stammered something about going to work and checking up on him for his dad, and he grinned at me, pulling off the towel to dry off his hair. He stood there, totally naked, drying his hair vigorously with the towel which caused his cock to flop around against his upper thighs like a live snake. Seeing my gaze at his crotch, he grinned again and dried that area off carefully, the towel stroking his meat as the head began to slip outside of its skin tube.

"Like what you see, Mikey?" he purred as he stroked his cock to full hardness, his testicles barely moving in their heavily hanging sac as he played with his foreskin and stretched it over his cock's thickening head. He stepped closer and placed his cock virtually in my hand, which responded by grasping the fullness of his cock and heavy balls. "Go ahead, play with it."

I guess a good ten minutes went by while my hand worked on Barron's equipment, then he pulled away and, sitting on the edge of his dad's bed and spreading his legs so that his ball sac hung freely, said, "Perhaps you would like to stay a bit longer, Mike?" I didn't waste any time, especially since during that ten minutes my cock had snapped to full hard on and was busily pumping out precum that threatened to dampen my pants. I whipped out my cell phone and, dialing my secretary's number, waited until she answered.

"Martha? This is Mike." I watched Barron's cock as it flexed and hopped about, a good nine inches of meat that I was itching to play with. "Yeah, something's come up that demands my immediate attention. I'll probably be in by Noon, but I'll call if it looks like I'll need to cancel any other appointments. Thanks." I hung up, turned off the cell phone and shoved it back in to my jacket pocket. Barron grinned as I peeled off my clothing and stripped down to my underwear, then grinned wider as I pulled off my boxers and showed him the goods.

Barron got up from the bed to kneel before me, almost worshipping my cock before taking it into his warm mouth and sucking me like a champion. Unless he was one of the very few virgins that instinctively knew how to suck a cock the right way, this boy had some considerable experience under his belt! Also under his belt, his cock throbbed along with mine, sticky precum hung down and dripped onto the carpeting as it swung up and down, slapping his tight abs with his vigorous sucking. He knew right where to nibble, right where to tongue, where to pull on my foreskin and when the suction was sufficient. I was in pig heaven.

When my orgasm was too close I pulled away from him, and pulled him up to his feet. I locked our lips together fiercely, forcing his open with my tongue as I showed him my experience as a lover of men. Barron was a quick study, and he melted into my arms, all that muscled puppy against me, his cock so hard against my body that I thought the thing would explode from how much it trembled with pent up sex.

I pushed against his chest, making him step back and fall onto the bed. His eyes grew dreamy as I dropped to my knees and then took his cock into my mouth. I usually don't give anything less than a fantastic blowjob, and this time was no exception, for Barron was climbing the walls frantically trying to pull away from me, screaming he was too close and it was too good to stop. I teased him a bit more, nibbling his frenulum which put him into orbit and then, licking up the precum that fairly oozed from his cock, pushed on his chest again to flatten him against the bed. I pushed his legs back then, and began preparing his ass as we both knew that before I left that day, it was going to have my cock up inside.

Barron stretched out an arm and grabbed some lubricant from his dad's nightstand, and applied it to my cock, pressing a finger or two of lubricant into his asshole. I knocked his hand away, growling that was my job, and he complied, letting me push my own finger, then two into his tight, young ass. When he'd loosened up just a bit so that it wouldn't hurt him too badly, I pressed my greased cock against his rosebud and pushed slowly inside him.

His grin faded and soon he was grunting with combined pleasure and pain as I pushed my own nine thick inches into him. When I'd almost pressed my body against his buttocks, he flinched and I stopped briefly to let him adjust to all that meat inside him, then as he visibly relaxed, I finished entry. I slowly fucked him, careful of his facial expression which changed quickly from a painful grimace to the dreamy one of pleasure. When he was pretty well adjusted to my cock, I sped up the fuck, almost pulling completely out and then slamming my hips against him, a little gasp each time from him as I rammed into him. I bent forward, lifting his ass of the bed as I pressed inward so that my mouth could find his. I locked onto his lips and did quick fucks as I tongued him, relishing his young and smooth muscular body against mine. I made a little adjustment and thrust again, and this time his mouth tore from mine in a howl of orgasmic pleasure as I felt his cock erupt between us in furious spews of boy juice.

His ass, tightening against my meat as he came started my own orgasm, and I began pumping man juice into that boy's ass, the jets having as much force, or so I felt, as my ramming cock inside him. Barron's ass milked every drop from my cock and I collapsed against the massive chest below me as I finished empting into him.

We lay together, spent, our chests and lower bodies stuck together by Barron's spew as we rested. My cock and Barron's pressed together, sensitive yet oddly so familiar now in the afterglow that they could have grown together, we were so connected in spirit. I didn't think I could move for a good century, but when I heard the chime of Richard's clock in the living room announcing the hour, I knew that the young man below me and I needed to get cleaned up and then figure out where this little episode was going to take our lives.

I rolled off Barron and, stepping into the bathroom, got the shower going and stepped inside. Maybe ten minutes later Barron appeared beside me, a soapy washcloth in his hand that he used to clean my back and then lovingly clean my front. I reciprocated, paying a bit more attention to his ass and cleaning up my assault of that hard looking area. His cock also was pretty hard in my hands as I stroked him with the washcloth and, like most young men (damn them) groaned in delight as my cleaning up process brought him another orgasm. After cleaning him up again, we rinsed off and dried each other with fresh towels that Barron had grabbed somewhere. I stepped into my boxers and Barron pulled a fresh towel around his waist, and we moved into the living room to talk about what was going to be our next move.

"That wasn't really supposed to happen," I said, looking in Barron's eyes as we sat together on the couch. "I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you for Richard, not to be taking your ass out for a fuck."

Barron grinned and stretched like a cat, all the wonderful muscles of his body flexing with his stretch. "Don't sweat it, Mike. I've wanted a fuck from you since we first met, but haven't been able to figure out how to get it without Dad noticing." He looked up at the ceiling and said, "My little vacation is soon over, and I'll need to go back to college."

"College? Where do you go to school then?

Barron named a place about halfway across the US from where we lived, and said, "Dad needed this job to help him recover from Mom's death, and I took a year off college to help him out. He needs his good friends more than I need a good fuck, Mike. Please be his friend when I return in college!"

I nodded, and Barron grinned back. "Excellent! So, old man, feel like another round?" I reached over and pulled off his towel in answer, snapping his ass with it as we headed back into the bedroom.

We got together maybe four more times that month before Barron had to return to college. I didn't say anything to Richard at all, partly because Barron wished it, and partly because I decided that being Barron's fuck buddy was probably safer than him finding somebody else he didn't know. Barron loaded up his truck with his stuff, and we watched him drive off, waiving to us as he turned the corner and was gone.

"There goes my boy, Mike," said Richard as he stood there, still staring at the little dust cloud floating on the road from Barron's car. "I'm by myself now."

"Hey man, you still got me!" I said as I punched him in the shoulder. "Barron wouldn't want you to get all sad, you know that."

He turned towards me, rubbing his shoulder and then grinned. "Mike, you're right! Let's have dinner out tonight, my treat, OK?"

"OK!" We made plans for later and when the time came I went down to Richard's apartment. We took my car and went to a reasonably nice restaurant, but Richard was still in a funk about his boy being away. Comments like "Its great to be at a nice restaurant for a change. Barron's eating habits are sometimes too embarrassing for me to bring him to these places" and "I hope Barron got to his dorm ok." Finally, the excellent meal was over, we paid our check, then returned to the apartment complex.

I invited Richard upstairs for a drink. "You need to unwind, man. Barron will call in and let you know what's up. I bet we even have a call right now on your answering machine." Sure enough, Barron called to say he'd arrived at his first rest stop and would call Richard in the morning to let him know how he was doing. "See? He knows you worry about him. Now come upstairs for that drink."

Richard nodded and we walked upstairs to my place. I mixed up his favorite drink, a wee bit stronger than he'd normally have it, but I figured he needed to unwind a bit. Settling beside him on my couch, I handed him his drink and we sipped a while in companionable silence.

"Good drink, Mike, thanks for making it strong."

"Glad to help out my good friend. Relax, your son is an intelligent man and you've brought him up right." I placed my arm so that it was on the back of the couch within inches of his shoulders. He leaned back to let my arm touch his shoulders and neck, and sighed. "You're right again, Mike. Thank you for being such a good friend."

My hand came down on his shoulder, and I felt the tension in there. I moved my hand to his neck and felt tight, steel-like cables instead of firm muscle. "Richard, you are too wound up! Knock back that drink and sit in front of me."

He looked at me briefly, drank off the remaining half of his drink and stood up to move in front of me. "Pull off your shirt, I'm going to give you a neck and shoulder massage." Understanding lit up his eyes as he nodded and pulled off his shirt, revealing a tightly muscled, yet mature torso. I let my eyes wander over it for a bit before he smiled at me and turned, sitting cross-legged in front of me. Flexing my hands and fingers, I placed them on his skin beside his neck and began massaging him.

"Oooohhhhh," moaned Richard as he felt my strong hands and nimble fingers slowly loosen his neck muscles, "That feels great, Mike!" I kept working his neck until it felt a bit more supple and then worked down to his shoulders, two hard rocks with those same steel cables through the upper portion to the neck. He groaned again as I pushed and pulled hard on him, and soon had those cables gone as well. My old massage instructor had told me that at the end of a massage to always lighten the strokes gradually until the last stroke lifted off like a feather. When I completed his massage, I pulled my hands off carefully and slowly, letting Richard rest a bit as I stretched my hands and fingers again.

He turned around and, without warning, moved up to me and planted a big kiss on my lips! Stunned, I just sat there as his tongue pried my lips open and entered my mouth. I soon unfroze and placed my arms around him, feeling his strong muscled back and his upper arms as he supported himself over my lap as his mouth continued to rape mine. All too soon he broke off and, grasping the hem of my shirt, began to pull it off me.

I just raised my arms and let him remove my shirt, my hard worked chest now exposed to him, and he then grabbed my hands and pulled me to the floor with him, turning me so I lay on my back on the floor and his body above mine. He then lowered himself fully onto my body, and as our chests met I felt his heart pounding quickly against mine as he lip-locked me again. I also felt his cock as it struggled against the confines of his slacks, and moved against my own rising cock.

When he released my mouth again with a gasp for air and began moving down my neck to my left nipple, I whispered, 'Richard, are you sure you want to do this?" he just nodded once and then locked onto my nipple, his hands stroking my smooth muscled pecs as he nibbled and sucked at the left, then the right nipple. I was in heaven, partly because he was so good at what he was doing, and because all along I wanted Richard but didn't know how to get him. Now here he was, in full foreplay and turning me on like no one else before Barron had done.

Richard moved down my abs, laving each hard won ripple with his tongue as he slowly got to my navel. Here he licked and nibbled, sending me into orbit before he straightened up and placed his hands on the waistband of my slacks. His eyes held the question and I returned an answer with my own eyes. His hands undid the button of my slacks and pulled the fabric from my waist to my ankles. He slipped off my shoes and socks, then pulled my slacks from me, leaving me in my boxers and with a very stiff cock poking up from the waistband. He reached out and pulled down the waistband to release my cock, and then in one swift move pulled off my boxers. I sat up and undid his slacks, then performed the same service until he, too, was naked. We then returned to the floor, his body atop mine and all of our skin pressing together as we kissed again.

He moved down my body again, this time passing my belly button and attaching his lips to my cock which now surged out of its foreskin and was busily pumping out precum. He smiled around my cock and began working it, his expertise evident in his method. I was so close that as his finger pressed lower and lower to attempt entry into my asshole, I held him back, whispering that I'd blow too soon if he did so. His finger moved away and grasped my balls as they twitched in their sac, and began a massage of them that not only turned me sideways with lust but also held back my orgasm sufficiently for him to continue.

He removed his mouth from around my cock and began nibbling down the shaft past my balls to my perineum, you know, that area between the asshole and the cock. He licked and pressed with his thumbs against this area, getting me harder than I'd ever known, and then got to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose my very excited asshole.

He blew a little air against my rosebud, and I sighed, the feeling wonderful against the quivering entry, and then he began tonguing me there, slowly relaxing and opening the iris of my butt hole until he could slip in a finger. His spit was enough lube for this operation, and when he found my prostate it was like fireworks had gone off in my head. Richard chuckled at my expression as he poked my button a few times, then pulled his finger out and then applied lubricant to my waiting, anxious hole.

I watched him prep his cock as well, a good sized monster that I knew was going to stretch me wide, but I was so ready for him I could handle it. It was easily 10 inches long and about 2 - 3 inches wide. Not really a beer-can dick, but a policeman's club type. Richard pressed the head against my asshole and slowly, ever so slowly, entered me.

My first thought was, oh my God, he's too big! Then my ass loosened up and I felt him slide inward, changing my thought to, oh my god, he's too long! Richard's crotch met my ass and I knew that everything was just right, for we fit like a sword and scabbard. After giving me a minute or two to adjust to his punishing cock, Richard began slowly fucking me, a little twist occasionally in his fuck and a rhythm of left, right, left, right as he sped up to a good fucking speed.

Soon I felt like I was transported to another world, my mind was floating in pleasure as Richard bent forward to kiss me and lightly nibble on my lips and ears. Our bodies fit together perfectly, our souls meshing better than any other person I'd met in my life. I'd never said this before, but if I died right then, I would have died satisfied and happy.

With a little pause in the rhythm, I felt rather than heard Richard's orgasm as his strong jets shot into me, my own orgasm coating the space between our bodies. Richard was a very thoughtful lover as well, for when we'd finished cumming he carefully slipped outside of me and began a light stroking of my body, keeping the golden afterglow going a bit longer by gently touching me and kissing my skin. When the eternity faded back to reality, I got up and, retrieving a damp washcloth and towel from the bathroom, returned to gently wipe down my lover's body. He returned the favor, and after tossing the towels into the bathroom to deal with later, we walked to the bedroom and collapsed on my bed, arms around each other and bodies pressed close together.

The next day was a holiday, and I woke up feeling like a million bucks! I turned to my side, thinking to gently wake Richard up, but he wasn't there! Startled, I sat up, collecting my thoughts as I saw the scramble of sheets and felt the ache of a well fucked ass which told me I hadn't dreamed it all when Richard appeared in the doorway with a tray of food. Naked, he walked with the same ease as being clothed as he brought the tray over to the bed and placed it beside me, then settled on the other side of it.

Two cups of coffee and a platter of lightly fried eggs, bacon and toast sat upon the tray, with a little butter and jam on the toast. A bowl of cut up melon sat to the side of this, and a little jug of milk and the sugar bowl saw opposite . Richard leaned over the tray to kiss me and said, "Good morning, my love."

Oh, man, I thought, returning the kiss and the greeting, I could get used to this! We ate breakfast in bed, sharing the platter of food with the two forks Richard brought as well, feeding each other the bits of egg and bacon like newlyweds. When the food and coffee was gone, Richard kissed me again and whisked the tray away, returning with more coffee as he settled back into the bed with me.

"Mike, thank you so much for last night," Richard said after he kissed me again. "I have wanted to make love with you ever since that first day, but I didn't know you very well and I wanted to be a good neighbor first." He grinned. "It was sure worth the wait!"

I smiled back and said, "The feeling is mutual, Richard." We chatted about ourselves more, filling in gaps of our pasts that we hadn't bothered to previously, then Richard set down his coffee cup and turned to face me, his muscular torso glowing in the sunlight that streamed from the bedroom window.

"I want to thank you also for keeping Barron safe by being his fuck buddy," he said, my startled hands almost dropping the coffee cup into my lap. "Barron told me a few days before he left about how he seduced you and that none of it was your fault. Of course, he only told me when I told him I thought I was falling in love with you."

"You're not upset about that?" He shook his head, then kissed me lightly on the lips.

"I love my son more than anything else, Mike, and I want him to be safe and feel loved too. When he told me that he'd been fuck buddies with you before going back to college, I was at first a bit jealous, but then realized that there couldn't have been a better person for my son to have chosen." He got a goofy look on his face and, tracing a circle against my thigh with one finger, said, "So, is my son a good fuck? Is he better than me?"

I laughed and grabbing both cups and the tray, put it aside, then pushed Richard back onto the bed and hopped on top of him. "While Barron may be a young muscle pup and sex with him is great, I have his father who not only has the muscles but the maturity to make a relationship with." I snuggled against Richard's chest and said, "I love you and your son, Richard, but you are the one I choose to make a life with. I'd be proud to be your mate and to have Barron as my son as well.

Richard's face lit up with that and he grabbed me in a bear hug, tears of joy standing in his eyes as he whispered, "Thank you, Mike. I love you." We lay together in companionable silence for a time and then my phone rang. Reluctantly I reached out and grabbed the phone and answered it.

"Mike? This is Barron. I'm at school now. Is Dad there?"

"Yes he is. Here he is."

I handed the phone to Richard and got up, thinking that he'd like some privacy with his son, but he pulled me close to him and held the phone so that we could both talk and hear. "Dad? Did you spend the night at Mike's place?"

"Yes, I did, Barron."

There was a brief silence on the phone. "Um, do I have a new daddy in my life?"

Richard moved to kiss me, a big wet loud one. "Yes, I think you do, Barron. That is, if Mike wants to be my mate."

I kissed Richard back and replied, "You got yourself another daddy, Barron. How could I turn down two handsome men?"

Richard chuckled then held the receiver away as Barron yelled, "Alright! Wooooo!!"

"Barron, calm down."

"Yessir. I'm just excited because I love Mike too, and now I get to keep both of you!"

I kissed Richard again and then got up to get us more coffee. "I'll let you two compare notes now." Richard grinned and I left the room, gathering our cups and the tray so that I could get another pot of coffee and such easily. As the coffee brewed, I realized I was walking with a light step, my heart singing as I realized that I'd not only been proposed to, but accepted and was all but married to a wonderful, thoughtful and handsome man and his equally wonderful young son. I was preparing the tray to return to the bedroom with I felt two arms go around me and Richard press against me.

"Barron said to tell you that he'll be back at Thanksgiving and wants you to make both pumpkin pie and pecan pie."

I laughed and turned in Richard's arms so that I faced him. "Now I know I'm accepted, since 'our' son is already making demands of me."

We laughed together and then as Richard's hands grew more purposeful on my body and our cocks began to grow between our bodies, we walked back to the bedroom to continue where we left off, and to cement our relationship together forever.