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Subject: Life Changing 5 Please donate to Nifty to help cover the cost of providing this ail Life Changing 5 by tagenhard I made sure I was up early enough to get both boys showered and the dried cum cleaned off of them. After they showered, I sent them off to eat breakfast. The sheets smelled and were cum crusted so I stripped them off as the boys ate. We were all in the kitchen and we were all naked, they were just finishing eating when Jack showed up at the back door, he was in a bathrobe. I waved him in and as he walked in the house, he pulled the robe open so he was exposed. “Good morning all.” He greeted happily and with a slowly chubbing up cock. Jack stepped over to the dinning table and stood between the two boys, with his now hard cock practically in their faces. “Did you boys enjoy your sleep over?” They replied yes in unison, Peter ignored his dad but looked at and winked at me as he answered. Tommy looked at Jack’s hard on as he answered. “Tommy, go put your school clothes on, Peter get your clothes and then go home and get some school clothes on.” I instructed. The boys got up and Jack turned so as Tommy went passed him, his hard cock brushed Tommy’s shoulder. After the boys disappeared Jack turned to me. “See that’s not such a big deal is it.” Jack smirked. I made a point of looking at his cock. “It certainly isn’t.” I chuckled. “No need to be rude.” He snapped back. “How big are you hard?” Tommy showed up all dressed and Peter reappeared, also ready. “Are you driving them to school in your robe?” I asked diverting the subject. “This isn’t over.” Jack stated and then left. My first appointment was Bart Russell, he’s the husband whose wife doesn’t want sex anymore, we met as a couple on Monday and today is his solo day. I was blunt with Bart. “I accept that you don’t want to divorce your wife but that seems to be in direct conflict that you still want sex in your life.” “Well I’m doing okay with the happy endings I’m getting from my massage sessions.” Bart countered. “For the rest of your life you will be happy with an occasional hand job?” I questioned with doubt in my tone. “But I love her and I don’t want to leave her.” Bart opined. “But you’re probably right, I’ll be happy with that solution for only so long.” Bart paused and rubbed his face in frustration. “What other solution is there?” “An affair or prostitutes maybe?” I suggested. “Oh, hell no, neither would do, I wouldn’t do anything that drew my attention away from my family.” Bart scoffed. “Then closer to home.” “I wouldn’t have an affair with her sister and while she has a gay brother, he’s happily married and they have adopted kids, I doubt he’s interested in straying. That would only leave.” And then Bart immediately shut up and looked down and started to twist his fingers in his lap. He stayed silent not voicing the final option and I stayed silent also because I couldn’t very well suggest it directly. I watched Bart struggle with the thought that must have gone thru his head and now didn’t dare voice, once he realized it crossed his mind. “Are you okay?” I finally prodded. He cleared his throat and looked up at me. I saw a mixture of emotions on his face, guilt, confusion and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. “Yea, ah yea, I just, well.” He stumbled over his words. “I, ah, are you suggesting?” He trailed off. “You need to clarify your thought if I’m to answer your question.” He took a deep breath as if he was steadying himself. “Are you suggesting my son?” He put out there. “I wasn’t suggesting anyone in particular.” I replied evenly. “Do you think your son is a possibility?” “Do you think I’m that kind of a man?” Bart retorted with a challenge in his voice. “I think you’re a man trying to save his marriage but is facing the fact that he can’t go sexless for the rest of his life.” I paused. “Beyond that I don’t have a judgement about what type of man you are one way or another.” “But still, I’m sure you would be freaked out by that.” Bart fished. “It’s a subject that has come up before in some of my client’s sessions and I’m able to discuss it rationally.” I claimed. Bart sighed, looked down at his hands again and without looking up at me. “Our sessions are confidential, right.” “Yes they are.” I lied. He obviously didn’t know that in the USA at least, there are no allowances for confidentiality when it comes to suspected child abuse. Besides, I didn’t think he was abusing his son and even if he went into a sexual situation with his son, I’m not sure I would consider it abuse. Yes, yes I know I’m taking liberty with the definition. “I hadn’t ever considered my son in sexual terms.” Bart stated and I’m sure it was true. “But your mind did go there earlier when you were thinking of options.” I pointed out. Again he fell silent and I let it hang there for a while. “We are trying to find solutions to your problem and if that’s a solution you want to consider and discuss, then I am able to have a rational discussion with you about it without automatically condemning you.” I explained. We ended the session with that and I seriously didn’t know if he would pick up on that for the next time or if he would kill the idea off outright in his mind before then. My next client was an older lady struggling to accept her son after he came out as gay. He was in his 40’s now and broke away from a traditional marriage with two grown daughters. I felt her main issues was with her Methodist faith and it’s teachings and had said she would probably be better off with a minister as a counselor but she stated they would automatically take a line against her son, whereas I would question her faith and just how deeply it went as compared to her love for him. I didn’t schedule anymore appointments till the middle of the afternoon typically. The intent was that it gave me gym time while Tommy was in school and a break in my schedule. Plus, if something came up during the week it provided me some flexibility in rescheduling appointments. My Wednesday workouts is the one that Tyrone usually joined me for, as it was one of his days off. Besides the inside stairs to the basement, there was a outside entrance and a separate set of stairs that went into the basement to the gym/workshop side. Tyrone had a key for that one and normally he would just meet me in the basement. “Hey guy, how’s it going.” I greeted. Tyrone was just coming down the steps as I started to strip şişli travesti down for our oil up session. “Great man.” He replied. Tyrone had a great baritone voice that was just a pleasure to hear. “Have you meet the new family yet?” He questioned as he now was also stripping. “Yea Tommy and their son Peter have bonded really quick. I think she’s a cold fish and I don’t like him, but Peter seems like a nice kid.” I reported bluntly. Tyrone laughed, “Well tell me what you really think. I’d hate to hear what you say about us.” “Just good stuff.” I laughed back as I now stood naked and didn’t go to put the jockstrap on like usual. I figured let’s see where this goes. I grabbed the bottle of oil and held it out to Tyrone since he normally oiled me first. Just as he had been doing of late, he stripped totally naked also. Tyrone oiled me up as always and the question would be if he would touch my cock now that I had decided to expose it, I had been leaving his untouched. He covered my entire body leaving my midsection for last, again normal, and he set about working my ass cheeks with his fingers grazing thru the valley like before but his fingers lingered just slightly longer as they brushed across my asshole. We made normal small talk about weather and sports and such as he did all this. Then with him squatting behind me, one hand worked between my legs and oiled up my balls as he kept the other hand working my ass crack. He withdrew the under reaching hand and stood up, then reached around and took my chubbed up cock in hand and rubbed his oiled hand back and forth, in essence jacking me off. His right thumb now rested against my asshole and he was applying gentle pressure as his left hand worked back and forth from tip to balls on my now fully hard cock. But he kept up the small banter as if this was all normal. Until “Missy Mae said she saw you naked the other day. Said you had a big one.” “Did you tell her that yours is bigger?” I tried to deflect. Tyrone ignored me. “Said you were naked in the garage with the door open and that Tommy and the new kid were naked also. She said they weren’t as big; in case you were wondering.” He added. “Yeah sorry about that, it wasn’t my intention to expose myself to her or anyone else for that matter.” Was all I offered as explanation. “She said you weren’t hard and she has accidentally seen me before so I guess no big deal, but if your going to become the neighborhood nudist give me a heads up.” “I will be more careful in the future.” I promised. “Okay I think your done.” Tyrone announced changing the subject and removing his hands from me. He held the oil bottle out to me and then stood with his legs slightly spread and his arms out. So, his oiling was homoerotic but not all out gay plus he talked about his daughter seeing me naked which also softens the gay thing. As I think I said earlier, I believe Tyrone wants man sex but it has to be masculine man on man. You know the thing he could just brush off as bro’s helping bro’s stuff. Up until now he’s stood naked but I never touched his private area, now I exposed mine and he went right for it so I’m going to turn up the heat. I oiled his body as normal and continued our small talk about sports and then while talking about football I moved onto his ass cheeks. They were full and firm, it was almost like trying to knead granite. I ran my hand thru his ass valley and he tipped his hips backward slightly making it easier for me to gain access to his brown hole. I poured more oil at the top of his valley and worked my thumb to his hole and held it there, rubbing against the hole like he did to me. I reached around to his front and poured oil directly onto his fully hard cock, running a stream of it from the tip to the base. He was moaning but trying to hide it as I wrapped my fingers around that fat long black hog. I slowly worked from cock head to his pubes and back as I continued the pressure on his asshole with my thumb. I worked my hand to his purplish plump head and placed it in the palm of my hand like a door knob and then worked it back and forth like I was polishing it. Tyrone moaned and was unable to hide it, I took that as a signal to take a chance and I popped my thumb thru his anal ring and into him. His body shuddered as I worked his knob and thumb fucked him. But I wasn’t going to give him exactly what I thought he wanted, at least not yet. “So she thought I was big huh.” I said breaking Tyrone’s concentration. “What, oh yea.” He mumbled back. “To bad I wasn’t hard, then she would have a better idea what big is.” I stated as I twisted my thumb. Tyrone chuckled. “She knows what a really big one is.” There was no explanation. I increased my grip on his knob as I worked it in the palm of my hand. “So she’s seen you hard then.” “Ah.” He stammered. “Hey it’s alright, Tommy’s seen me hard, I don’t think it’s any big deal.” I offered. “But she’s a girl, that’s different.” Tyrone rebutted. “Not really, Tommy’s a fag so he’s just as interested in a hard cock as Missy Mae.” It didn’t bother me that I gave Tommy up. Tyrone looked at me with surprise but that turned into a grin. “Do you let him see it often?” “I don’t know, how often do you swing your meat in front of Missy Mae? I’ll tell you if I do it more or less.” I returned with a laugh. I noticed Tyrone close his eyes and moan again. I let go of his cock head and pulled my thumb out of his ass. “Okay I think your done.” I stated and stepped away. Tyrone groaned in disappointment. “Why don’t you start with leg work.” I suggested. Tyrone moved over to the vertical leg bench and got into position. His legs drawn back to his body and his feet locked under the weight bar, his naked ass on full display and his brown hole visible. I decided to see just how far Tyrone was willing to go with this bro fooling around thing. I counted off for him as he lifted the weights and I stroked my cock back to full hardness. As his legs stretched up and down, I touched my cock head to his ass hole. He didn’t react so I applied more pressure as I poured more oil on my cock head. This reminded me that I wanted to get together with Kevin again. I liked getting fucked by him and was wanting it again. Actually, I liked fucking him also, maybe I was a threat to James. I pushed and my cock head popped in, I realized he was no virgin. I wondered if he got fucked by the other muscle heads at the gym he goes to. I felt beylikdüzü travesti no need to go gentle and so I just pushed in deep, balls deep in one swift thrust. Tyrone just kept pumping the weight with his legs as if nothing unusual was going on. I just pump into him hard and he starts to talk sports, fucking sports. Now the sexiness of this whole situation was tenuous at best, but now I was finding it hard to maintain an erection, I had to change the narrative. “Tommy sure would love to see this.” I commented talking over him. “Seeing two big cocks.” Tyrone was thrown for moment and probably didn’t want to have the conversation turn to actual sex, I started to get the feeling that Tyrone liked man sex but not if it was actual seen as man sex. Some people will go to all kinds of lengths to deny their own truths. Sort of like the fags that say you can fuck me but not kiss me, I’m not gay. “Well some day when the little fag puts on some muscle and turns into a man then he will notice girls and find his way.” “Yea right, he will settle down and stop needing a cock in him.” I taunted as I thrust in hard to emphasis my point. Tyrone didn’t respond. “Maybe a good girl like Missy Mae could be what he needs.” That made Tyrone miss a beat. “Maybe you would like to have Tommy suck you off as he fucks Missy Mae.” Tyrone got back into his leg lifts but I noticed his cock which had been only chubbed up as I fucked him, started to harden. I think it’s strange how someone who likes to get fucked doesn’t always get an erection during the act. I continued to fuck that black ass with my now reinvigorated hard on as he lifted those weights and I continued on the new track. “Or maybe you would like to fuck the ass of the boy who fucks your little girl. Get her boyfriend to swing both ways and have three ways with her and him.” Tyrone had closed his eyes and was moaning softly; his cock was fully hard and throbbing. I slapped his ass hard and plunged in hard again and again. “Then he could fuck you as you fuck her.” He moaned louder and a glob of precum bubbled up and out of his piss slit, the creamy white against his black skin. “Fuck, it would be so hot if she were here right now riding your big daddy cock as I fucked you.” That did it and he grunted and sprayed his stomach, chest and his chin with jet after jet of his cum. I was on the verge and pulled out and stepped around the weights and pumped a load out painting his face. He was still gasping from the intensity of his orgasm so I managed to spray some of my cum into his mouth. I grabbed his head and he opened his mouth again in surprise and I pushed my cock in for the last two globs of my cum. I pushed in deep coating his mouth with his own ass juices and he had no choice but to swallow. Pulling out of his mouth and leaning up against the wall as I caught my breath, I decided I wasn’t done with him yet. Tyrone lay there, also coming down from his high with his eyes closed, when he felt a warm water spraying across him. He opened his eyes to see me pissing on him and the stream turning towards his face. He was smart enough to snap his eyes closed but was stupid enough to object, which allowed me to piss into his mouth before he then closed that. I concentrated my piss on his face, I knew I would regret this later when I had to clean it up, but right now I was loving it. I finished and stepped away, Tyrone laid there a moment then opened his eyes and looked at me. The look made me think he was either going to threaten me or tell me that was the hottest thing ever. He didn’t do either, but just stared at me. I didn’t back down and stared back with a sneer on my face. We faced off for several moments but he then flinched and looked away. “Shower time I think.” I chuckled out in victory. Tyrone stayed quite as he washed off and I watched, he was drying off when I finally broke the silence. “My turn to do leg lifts next time, I guess.” Tyrone got a sly grin and said “I’ll make sure you feel the burn.” Tyrone left and I finished off my day with my afternoon appointments which were nothing special. I whipped up a batch of cookies and had them in the oven when Tommy got home. He reported it was a normal day except he didn’t have a session with Mr. Rice, which he admitted he missed. I asked why and he explained he knew what Mr. Rice wanted but was having fun dragging it out, I chuckled at that. Peter showed up at the back door and I gave them both some hot cookies and cold milk. They were just finishing up when Jack showed up also. He was in a pair of tight shorts that outlined his junk, I was expecting he would start to show naked. The last batch of cookies came out of the oven and I plated up a dozen of them and asked Tommy if he would take them over to Mr. Olson. Tommy showed surprise on his face because I had never let him go over there alone, but he didn’t say anything, then a smile came across his face when I suggested he take Peter with him since he hadn’t meet Mr. Olson yet. The boys went off on their errand and I sat down at the table and helped myself to some cookies and milk. Jack looked at me for a few minutes and I finally asked “What?” “You never answered my question.” “Which question?” “You know dam well which question.” “I’m bigger than some and smaller than others.” I replied smugly. “You think your smarter than me, don’t you?” Jack spat back with frustration. “Why are you so interested in my cock? Are you a fag?” “I’m heteroflexible.” Jack stated with some pride. “But I’m not.” I lied. “So why should I show you my hard cock?” “You swing it around in front of the boys, so why not me.” “Sure I have been naked in front of the boys, but has Peter actually said he has seen me hard?” Jack backed down when he realized I would challenge him on this and I believed Peter when he said he hasn’t told his dad anything yet. I decided to throw him some hope, “Catch me when I’ve had a few drinks in me and then maybe, I’m only saying maybe.” Jack laughed as if he knew what the inevitable outcome would be and he just needed time to wear me down. I announced I needed to start dinner and sent him on his way. It had been about an hour when the boys came back and I could tell something was up, they both had grins on their faces. I gave them a raised eyebrow look, “Did you eat all the cookies instead of giving them to Mr. Olson.” “No.” Tommy answered with some indignation. “He says thank you very much istanbul travesti for everything.” “Everything?” Both boys giggled, “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” “Yes you do, your joking with us. You never let me go there before but now it’s okay because you knew what would happen.” Tommy stated wisely. I’m sure I mentioned before that Mr. Ben Olson was in his seventies and rarely went outside but spent most of the day in the house watching TV in his bathrobe. Maybe I didn’t mention that he has a problem keeping his bathrobe closed. It didn’t bother me but it was something that I didn’t expose Tommy to. But now I figured Tommy is interested in such stuff, Peter is a catalyst for naughty behavior and mix in one old exhibitionist and I was sure something would happen. “Okay tell me what happened.” Both boys started talking at once and talked over each other till they started talking in unison and then alternating in telling the story. This is what I figured out from their enthusiastic telling. Tommy was in front and knocked on the door. They heard from inside “No one’s home go away. Tommy yelled back “It’s Tommy dad sent over some cookies.” “I don’t know any Bonnie.” Was yelled back. Peter reached around Tommy and tried the door and it was unlocked, so he pulled it open and Tommy yelled in thru the open door. “It’s Tommy from across the street, dad made some fresh cookies and sent us over with some for you.” “Who’s us?” The voice called back. Peter gave Tommy a nudge and they went inside letting the door close behind them. “It’s Tommy and my friend Peter, he just moved here this past weekend.” “Oh that’s what that truck was, what kind of cookies? Are they any good? Peter nudged Tommy again and they walked in towards the voice, reaching the doorway into the living room they saw Mr. Ben Olson, sitting in a recliner facing the TV. “I asked if they were any good?” Tommy said they were chocolate chip and they were delicious. “Do they have nuts? I hate nuts in cookies” Ben grouched. While Tommy and Ben were talking Peter was looking at Ben and noticed that his robe was open, well Peter said it wasn’t hard to miss because it was way open and if Tommy hadn’t been busy talking, he would have noticed also. Peter being Peter boldly stated “You don’t need nuts in your cookies because you have enough of your own.” Ben and Tommy both looked at Peter, then Tommy followed were Peter was looking and he looked over also and saw Ben’s big, very big saggy wrinkly nut sack hanging down across the edge of the fabric of the recliner. They both said the pubes were grey and long and wild and his cock was also wrinkly and kinda shriveled up. “You’re not supposed to look there.” Ben said but Peter said back “You’re not supposed to show it to us.” “Your new friend has a real smart mouth on him Tommy.” “I got a real good mouth on me don’t I Tommy” Peter said and started to take his clothes off. “What you doing boy?” “You’re showing us yours so we’re showing you ours.” Tommy took Peter’s cue and started to undress also. “We didn’t have nice words for boys like you when I was growing up.” Ben stated as he watched the boys undress. “Does your daddy know you’re a fudge packer?” “A what?” “A nancy girl, a queer boy.” Peter saved Tommy from having to answer by taking the big nut sack into the palm of his small hand. “There’s a lot there, you think you can handle it?” “I’ll try” Peter returned and dropped his face down to the old balls and started to lick them. Peter asked me if all old men smelled funny down there and I told him I didn’t know because I never had my face down in an old man’s crotch. Tommy now naked moved his mouth to Ben’s cock and started to suck on it. Tommy said it took awhile but Ben started to get hard and harder and even harder, he said it was small and shriveled and wrinkly when he started but it got a lot bigger, almost as big as mine. Peter said that once he saw how big it was, he wanted to get fucked first. He nudged Tommy out of the way and crawled up onto Ben’s lap. Ben called him an eager slut and reached over and picked up a tube of lube from the table next to his chair. Ben said that Peter would really like this and rubbed his asshole with the lube and then shoved him down on his cock. Peter said it felt like his hole was on fire as he rode up and down the old man’s cock. Tommy said Ben swore like I did as he fucked Peter. Peter said it was like Ben’s cock was a fire stick burning a hole in him. Tommy said Ben must fuck a lot of guys because he had his own lube. I asked what he meant and Tommy said the tube said Ben Gay on it, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Peter told me he had to bounce up and down a long time before Ben finally started to moan that he was coming, Peter and Tommy both thought he might have a heart attack, the way he was shaking and gasping for breath. He said he was “Milking” as he came in me Peter giggled. I guess you’ll want milk with all your cookies from now on I joked back. I asked if he was still breathing when they left and they promised he was. I sent Tommy off to shower before dinner because, well, because he smelled like really old man. I pulled Peter aside before he left and asked why he hadn’t told his dad about anything yet. Peter explained that I treated him different, yes, I had sex with him like his dad does but it was different, nicer and he didn’t want his dad to ruin that. A tear came to Peter’s eye and I pulled him into me and kissed him tenderly on the lips. We parted and I smiled at him and brushed my fingers thru his hair and I explained to Peter that if we never ever had sex again, that would be okay and that I would still love him and be happy to have him in my life, I told him he was always free to say no. Peter started to cry and I hugged him to me till he stopped and then we kissed again. Regretfully I had to send him home for dinner, Tommy was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, smiling. I find something really sexy about a young boy with a towel around him like that, it’s so grown up but yet the towel hangs down almost to the floor and looks comical. “Why you smiling?” Tommy walked over to me and leaned in for a kiss which I returned. Once we broke it Tommy gave me a hug and said. “Thank you for loving him dad, he really needs it.” Sometimes we don’t give kids enough credit for how smart they can be. “You know I love you more.” “It’s not a contest dad, what’s for dinner?” Tommy said reassuring me he was good. We sat down to eat not knowing that one of the longest and most challenging evenings was ahead of us.

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