Arcade Surprise – Chapter 8 (m/m)
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I was awakened at 2:00am by the phone. Still half-asleep, I answered it and heard someone on the other end crying. "Who is this?" I asked, my eyes not yet focusing.
"It's Adam," I heard a voice saying through tears, "Please help me!" he sobbed.
I was wide awake now! "What's wrong Adam? Are you OK? Are you hurt?" I asked while trying in vain to sound calm.
"Mike, my Dad threw me out of the house!" Adam managed to get out as he cried.
"What?! Why? Where are you? Are you hurt?" I asked, while trying to dress my self with one hand on the phone and the other grabbing clothes.
"I'm not hurt, I'm on the corner of my street!" he replied between ragged breaths.
"I'm coming, just stay there!" I exclaimed as I grabbed my keys and hurried to the car.
It had started to rain, and it was pelting down as I came around the corner onto Adam's street. I saw a figure sitting hunched over on the curb. I pulled up along side of him and jumped out of the car.
Adam was quite the sight. He was soaking wet, wearing only a pair of shorts, and shivering in the night air. There was a knapsack overflowing with clothes sitting beside him. He looked like a poor waif as he stood up and turned to face me. I grabbed a hold of him, and he held onto me tight while he cried.
"Let's get in the car and go to my place," I told him, "we need to get you dried off!"
I threw his knapsack in the back seat and he got into the front passenger seat. He either cried or sniffled all the way home.
Adam was shaking when we got into the house. I told him that we could talk after we got him warmed up, to which he nodded in agreement.
I lead him upstairs to the master bathroom and ran a hot shower. He took his wet shorts off and stood under the running water. Whatever had gone on at his home had upset him terribly. My love for this young man was causing my heart to break as I stood by watching him sob.
I stripped my own clothes off and joined him under the showerhead, ad held him until he stopped shaking. There was nothing sexual about it. At that moment, he was a person who needed comfort, and I was there to provide it.
When he finally seemed to be a bit calmer, I turned off the water and dried us both with a large bath towel. Then I loaned him a pair of my sweatpants and a t-shirt before we went downstairs to the den to talk.
Adam told me that when he came home after our evening at the arcade, his father had asked where he had been. Adam replied, saying that he had been out with a friend, but his father wouldn't let it go at that. He went on about a bunch of areas where he wasn't happy with Adam. None of them based on reality, just the ravings of a drunk. Finally, he came around to Adam's lack of a girlfriend.
He ragged on at him about it and suggested that maybe Adam was gay. To which Adam, angry at his father's treatment, said, "What if I am? How does that matter?"
His father then ranted about how no son of his was going to be gay and still live under his roof. Adam had it by that point, he turned to his father and admitted that he was gay. His father freaked out and started calling him names like "faggot", "cocksucker" and "pussy" before telling him to get the fuck out of his house.
Adam's mother begged his father not to make Adam leave, but his father was in a rage and insisted that Adam go. Adam threw some clothes in a knapsack as his mother and younger brother looked on crying. Then his father shoved him out the door and locked it behind him.
After being in the rain for 20 minutes, he had called the only person he could think of that might help him in the middle of the night. He said that he thought about calling Dylan, but he was afraid of getting him into trouble too.
"I don't know where I am going to live, Mike" Adam said after he had told me about the events that led up to his call for help.
"Well, you can live here!" I told him, "that is, if you want to live here."
"Are you sure, Mike? I mean, I don't want to be a burden, or in the way," he replied, with a relieved expression on his face.
I assured him that he had a home for as long as he wanted. The guest room was now his and my home was his home.
He thanked me profusely and assured me that he would help around the house, mow the lawn, wash the car, whatever I needed done.
We talked for a while longer. During the conversation I suggested that he might try patch things up with his father, but he said that I didn't know his father. When he says something, he doesn't change his mind. He is anti-gay and that isn't going to change, no matter what.
I asked if his mother and brother would be alright in the house with his father. Adam said that while his father was a tyrant, he never laid a hand on anyone. So, in that respect, they should be safe.
I wondered about their mental health, but I kept that to myself for the moment. However, in my head I resolved to try to check on them as soon as possible.
Once again, I assured Adam that this was his home for as long as he wanted it to be. He thanked me, then moved closer to cuddle up against my body. Within minutes he was starting to doze off, so I suggested that we should call it a night. Or more like a morning, it was 4:00am!
I sent my boss a message asking for the day off, then we turned out the lights and went upstairs to the bedrooms. I flicked on the guestroom light and told him that it was all his. We could fix it up however he liked.
Adam looked around at the room and smiled. "It's a bigger room than I ever had before, I am so lucky that you're my dad, Mike!"
I kissed him on the cheek and said that we'd better get some sleep. To which he replied, "Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm still kind of shook up."
I agreed to his suggestion and soon we were in my bed with the sheets pulled up over our naked bodies. Adam turned to face me and said, "Now, you're my real Dad. I love you, Mike!"
"I love you too, Adam," I replied as he cuddled up to me. He was asleep within minutes, his body against mine.
I had a lot of dreams as I slept. Mainly about confronting Adam's father and trying to help his mother and brother. The people were faceless to me, I had never met them, but the dreams seemed real.
Towards mid-morning my dreams became sexual. I dreamt that I was in a mall restroom, standing in a stall, with some guy sitting on the toilet sucking my cock.
I woke up in the middle of the dream only to realize that someone actually was sucking my cock! Adam was laying beside me with my cock in his mouth. I moaned quietly, letting him know that I was now awake.
He didn't saw a word, he just kept sucking my cock. I craved his body, his cock, I wanted it in my mouth. I grabbed him with my hands and tugged on his body until he was now on top of mine in a 69 position. His mouth still on my cock. His ass, cock and balls in the air above my head.
Adam's cock was rock-hard. His golf balls-sized nuts dangled above my nose; his pink puckered hole was in front of my eyes. I pulled him lower and edged myself up on the bed until his tight little hole was over my mouth, then I pulled him downwards until I could lick it.
I tongue his rosebud, causing him to moan while he kept giving me head. His moaning motivated me to give him more of a rim job. I licked his ass, concentrating on his hole. I used my tongue to fuck his puckered asshole until he took his mouth off my cock gasping and moaning. It was just as well he stopped sucking me, I was about to blow my load!
I tongue fucked his ass as he wriggled and moaned. "Oh Daddy!" Oh, Daddy!" he cried as I ate his sweet ass.
I saw that his balls were getting tighter in their sack. My tongue-fucking was bringing him close to blowing a load, a load that I wanted in my mouth! I changed from rimming his hole to sucking on his balls. I could taste a bit of ball-sweat as I licked and sucked his tender nuts. Adam was sighing and moaning while I took one ball at a time into my mouth and sucked on them in turn.
He was starting to shake and pant. I knew that he was close to cumming. I used one hand to pull his hard cock down to my lips. He lowered his body until his pre-cum covered cock entered my mouth. I moved my head up and down as I sucked his cock. He went back to sucking on mine and I could feel my own orgasm getting close.
Then Adam started making grunting noises. His balls rose high up against his body. He fucked his cock into my mouth and took his mouth off my cock.
"Oh Dadddddyyy! Ohhhh my Dadddyyyyy!" he yelped as I felt his cock jump in my mouth and cum began pumping onto my tongue. "Ohhh my goddddd!" he cried out as cum spurted into my mouth and down my throat.
I kept his cock in my mouth until I had sucked the last drops out. He whimpered, then lowered his mouth on top my cock and sucked it hard. Within a minute I rewarded him with a mouthful of cum. My hips bucked up and down as cum shot out of my cock into his mouth. I could hear him gulping it down as I called out his name over and over.
When my orgasm was over, Adam shifted himself off my body and lay down beside me. We turned to face each other and made out for 10 minutes. We could taste our own cum in each others' mouths as we kissed.
I looked into his eyes and saw a look of adoration. Adam was in love with me, and I was in love with him and told him so. He told me that he was in love with me too. We stayed in bed caressing each other and talking until it was almost noon.
It was a text from Dylan that got us out of bed and moving. He has gone to Adam's parents' home and Adam's mother had told him what happened. Adam's mother, brother and Dylan were worried and wanted to know where Adam was. When Adam replied, telling Dylan that he was at my house, Dylan said that he was on his way over.
Adam showered while I made the bed. He came back into the bedroom still drying himself. He smiled at me and told me that if I let him sleep in my bed, I could count on a lot of wake-up blow jobs.
As I walked towards the bathroom to shower, I reminded him that he now had his own bedroom to sleep in.
"Maybe so," he replied, "But that could be for image purposes, you know, to throw people off the trail! I could actually be sleeping in your bed!"
I laughed at him as I started the shower. But I can tell you that as I write this, years after the fact, Adam has never slept a night in that room in all the time that he has been with me.
******* By the time I got out of the shower Adam was downstairs in the kitchen, making brunch while talking with Dylan. Dylan was sitting on a barstool at the counter and I could tell that he had been crying.
Dylan turned to me and I took him in my arms and held him. He cried a bit as he told me how sad he felt for Adam having been turfed out by his father. Adam was more than a boyfriend to Dylan. He was like a brother, when Adam hurt, he hurt.
Adam was making us all bacon, eggs and toast while Dylan and I talked. Dylan told me how grateful he was that I was taking Adam into my home. He told me that because of the generosity that I was showing to Adam, he loved me now even more than ever.
I told them both that I wasn't some kind of hero; I was just doing what anyone who cares for someone else would do when they were in trouble. I told them how much I loved them both and that I would always be there to support them. I told them that they were like the sons I never had, but they were also the lovers. As strange as that sounds.
The four of us were a family, Danielle, Dylan, Adam and me. An odd family, I'll give you that, but a family just the same!
******* The three of us ate the meal that Adam had prepared. It was great and I told Adam that he was hired as the chef! He laughed at that and said that he wished that he was a chef. He liked cooking and could see himself as a chef in a nice restaurant someday.
That started a conversation about the return to school in September. Dylan was looking forward to starting classes again and was excited to keep working towards his goal of becoming an electrical engineer. Adam, on the other hand was not looking forward to school. He felt adrift and was not interested in the engineering program that he and Dylan had been following.
"Why don't you do something else then?" I asked, "You said that you wished you could be a chef, why not do that instead? There is an excellent cooking school here in the city"
Adam explained that while he had a scholarship for college, he didn't have one for a culinary institute and he simply couldn't afford it.
"If you want to go to a different school, you will go to a different school," I told him.
"How?" Adam asked as he looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"I'll take care of it," I told him.
"Aw Mike, that is so generous of you, but how can you afford to do that?" Adam replied.
Dylan just smiled at us both. Adam looked at him and said, "What?"
Dylan looked at me and asked, "Can I tell him?"
I smiled and nodded back at him.
"He's rich!" Dylan told Adam.
"Get out!" Adam exclaimed, "No way. Really? Since when?"
"My mother died last year and last week the inheritance came through. I was an only child, my parents left everything to me. I now own a cottage on a lake, a boat at the cottage, and $5 million in the bank!"
"Get the fuck out!" Adam exclaimed, "For real! You're not shitting me?"
"For real," I assured him.
I told them that my parents had heavily invested early on in a large, well-known tech company and had sold their shares for a large sum of money a few years ago. They hadn't been well at the time, so they hadn't spent much of it.
"Well fuck me, you're rich!" Adam exclaimed.
"Thanks for that offer, maybe I will take you up on it later!" I told Adam with a laugh.
"You'd better!" he shot back.
"And `I' am not rich, my family is rich," I told Adam.
"Lucky family!' he exclaimed.
Dylan looked at Adam and shook his head, "Have you been listening?" he asked.
"Yeah, what did I miss?" Adam replied with a confused look.
"Who did he say was in his family?" Dylan prodded.
"Danielle, you, and me?" Adam replied with a look of understanding appearing on his face.
"Yes, you dope!" Dylan crowed.
Adam started to cry again. "I really am not a cry-baby," he mumbled, "I'm just a little fucked up right now!"
I told Adam that since he was part of our family, he would have his education fully funded. I was doing the same for Dylan and Danielle. They had scholarships, but the family money was taking care of the rest.
"And you knew?" Adam said to Dylan, "and didn't tell me!"
I explained that I was going to tell them both on Saturday night at dinner' but Danielle had spilled the beans to Dylan a couple of nights ago.
Adam smiled and said, "I get it now!" he paused then added, "Mike, I am so grateful, you have no idea, I can't thank you enough."
Dylan echoed his comments and we engaged in a group hug, after which I said," I think we need to help Adam get everything he needs from his father's house."
The "boys" agreed and since Adam's father would be at work, now was the best time to go. Dylan went outside to take some stuff out of his car to make room for Adam's things. Adam came up beside me as I was setting the burglar alarm and said, "What if I never want to leave you? What if I want to live with you forever?"
"Then you'll do just that, nothing would make me happier!" I told him, "But if someday you want to go, you do what is best for you."
"Good luck getting rid of me!" Adam murmured before he hugged me and kissed me hard on the lips.
******* We pulled up in front of Adam's parents' house with two cars. Adam and Dylan went inside with some boxes to pack up Adam's things into. I waited outside. I didn't want to enter the house uninvited by Adam's parents. I stayed outside and carried boxes as they were brought to the door.
Adam's brother, Noah, arrived home as we were carrying the last couple of boxes to the cars. Noah is a year younger than Adam. Noah is close to Adam's 6-foot height. He has medium-length dark brown hair and a dark skin complexion. Kind of an opposite to Adam's blonde hair and fair skin.
The brothers obviously cared for each other a lot. Noah cried when he saw Adam and they hugged as Adam assured Noah that he was ok. Adam was more concerned about Noah being ok than anything else.
Noah told us that he was alright. He told us that their father had ranted on for hours after he threw Adam out, but Noah had stayed hidden in his room.
I was very concerned about what I was hearing. I told Noah that if he, or his mother, needed anything, they should call me. I also said they should call 911 if there was any physical violence.
After making sure that Noah had my number, Dylan, Adam and I headed for home. Adam was riding with me and I found him to be very quiet.
"Are you OK?" I asked him.
"Yeah, just worried about Noah," he replied in a quiet voice.
"I thought you said that he and your mom would be safe?" I replied.
"Yeah, they should be, but still..." his voice trailed off.
To make conversation, I mentioned that I thought that Noah seemed like a nice guy. I said that that they didn't look much alike. If someone didn't tell me that they were brothers, I never would have guessed.
Adam chuckled at that and said, "Yeah, well that makes sense, Noah was adopted!"
I laughed and said that would explain the difference for sure. Adam said that adopting Noah was the only good thing that his father ever agreed to do. Noah had never known his parents, having been abandoned as a baby. Adam's mother had seen the story about a baby being left outside a church and had been taken by the story. She had convinced her husband that they should offer to foster the child. Fostering turned into adoption when the parents were never found.
I told Adam that it was a great thing that his parents had done and that we would keep an eye out for Noah's safety if he was worried about it. Adam was happy about that and we let the subject drop.
We got home and unloaded Adam's things from the cars and carried everything to the guest room. Some things needed to be washed, so we started the washer and went outside to the pool to wait for the load to be finished.
"I'm all hot and sweaty," Dylan announced, "mind if I go for a swim?"
"Of course not," I replied as Dylan got up from the chair that he had been sitting on and pulled his t-shirt off.
Adam and I watched as Dylan pulled his shorts and underwear off. His limp cock and sweaty balls dangled between his legs. The heat of the day caused his cock to extend to its full flaccid length of around 4-inches, his balls hung low in their sack.
"I didn't know that skinny-dipping was going to be involved," Adam commented.
"Skinny-dipping is fun, right Mike?" Dylan replied, giving me a wink.
"What have you two been up to when I wasn't around?" Adam asked with his eye brows raised in mock-surprise.
"That's for us to know and you to find out!" Dylan teased.
"Challenged accepted!" Adam exclaimed as he rose to his feet, then stripped his clothes off.
I admired both young men's toned bodies. Adam's cock was stretched out like Dylan's was. His was about the same length when soft. His balls dangled low, wobbling back and forth as he walked towards the pool.
They both stopped and turned towards me. Dylan grinned and said, "What are you waiting for, old man? Get naked and get over here!"
"I'll old man you!" I exclaimed as I leapt to my feet and took my clothes off, dropped them onto the patio. I made like I was going to chase them while they laughed. They jumped into the pool with me right on their heels.
We played around in the warm water, splashing each other and playing a bit of grab ass. After about 15 minutes Adam wanted to know what Dylan and I had got up to the last time we swam together.
"Sit on the edge and I'll show you!" Dylan told him.
Adam hauled himself out of the water, then sat on the edge of the pool facing us. Dylan swam over to him, stood in the water between his parted legs, and lowered his head into his lap. He took Adam's flaccid cock in his fingers and held it up until he could get his mouth around it.
Adam moaned quietly as Dylan used his mouth to coax his cock into a fully-erect state. My own cock rapidly inflated as I watched Dylan give Adam head. I came up behind Dylan and slid my cock between his legs and humped it between them while reaching around to find his hard cock to stroke it.
"I have an idea," Adam said to Dylan, "How about you sit up here next to me and Mike gives us both head?"
Dylan thought that was a great idea and pulled himself out of the water to sit beside Adam. I got an eyeful of the two cocks that I loved the most. I kissed the head of Dylan's cock, then swallowed it deep into my throat while he made out with Adam.
I sucked Dylan's 7-inch cut cock for a few minutes before switching to Adam's 6-inch cut cock. The guys continued to make out as I went down on Adam's tasty rod. I could feel the head hit the back of my throat as I went deep on it.
I went back and forth, sucking each cock for a couple of minutes before switching to the other. I was licking the head of Dylan's cock when he said, "I'd really like to fuck you, Mike. It's been a while since I got to do you!"
"I really want to fuck you too!" Adam exclaimed. "I want that hairy dad-ass of yours!"
I replied telling them that they could have my ass, but that we should take it to the bedroom. I was concerned that there might be a little too much noise doing it outside. They were both ok with that, so we all dried off and headed up to the bedroom with our hard-ons leading the way.
The three of us got on the bed and started off in a triangle position, with me sucking Dylan's cock, Dylan sucking Adam's and Adam sucking on mine. We did that for a few minutes before Dylan said, "Can I fuck you now, Mike? I really need to do it soon, or I am gonna blow in your mouth!"
"Of course!" I replied, "Let me get the lube from the drawer."
"Um Mike, I want to ask you something, I'm kinda afraid to ask, you can say no..." Dylan said.
"What is it?" I asked as I pulled the bottle of lube from the drawer.
"Well, I saw this thing in a video, it looks really hot, but I think it might be really painful, so I don't know, but it looks really hot..." he said.
"Go on..."
"These guys, they double-fucked a guy..." he replied, "It looked fucking hot, but I am sure it hurt a lot, so forget that I brought it up!"
"Oh, fuck that sounds hot!" Adam murmured.
It sure sounds like it will hurt, I thought to myself. But it also sounds extremely hot, having these two studs fuck me at the same time!
"I'll do it," I told them, "But you guys will have to take it real slow!"
"Oh, fuck Mike you're the best!" Dylan exclaimed as Adam nodded his head up and down in agreement. "I have wanted to try this for so long, oh man you are amazing!"
They got on my hands and knees on the bed. Then Dylan squirted lube onto his fingers and inserted them up my ass, first one, then two, then three of them, finger-fucking me to open up my asshole.
When I was fully lubricated, Dylan lay on his back and I straddled his body and lowered myself down until I felt his cock brush against my ass cheeks. Then Adam held Dylan's rock-hard cock in his hand, guiding the head to my hole, then into my ass as I slowly sank down onto it.
Dylan moaned softly as I sat down onto his cock until my butt cheeks rested on his body. I raised and lowered myself, fucking my ass on his cock for a couple of minutes. Then it was time for Adam to insert his cock beside Dylan's.
I forward leaned as far as I could over Dylan's body, while keeping his tool inside my hole. Adam knelt behind me between Dylan's parted legs. He leaned forward, I could feel his cock up against my ass crack. Then it was at my hole.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, be careful!" I quickly replied.
Adam pressed the head of his cock against my already stretched hole. Dylan lay motionless. I tried to relax as much as possible. I felt pain as Adam pushed his cock forward, the tip was entering my hole. Fuck, it hurt!
He pressed ahead, the head of his cock was fully inside me. He paused until I told him to go deeper. After a few minutes and another squirt of lube, he managed to push his whole cock deep inside me. His cock was against Dylan's, they were both deep inside my stretched asshole.
We waited a minute as I tried to relax. It was hurting, but I desperately wanted them to fuck me at the same time. It was like a dream come true to have both of my lovers take me simultaneously!
They both started to thrust their cocks inside me. It was tough to coordinate at first, but they found their rhythm and were soon humping their hard tools up my ass. I was moaning and gasping as I got double-fucked by the hottest young men that I knew.
Dylan and Adam's cocks rubbed against each other as they gave my ass a good fucking. After about 5 minutes Dylan gasped that he was going to come. A couple of seconds later he grunted as his cock began to throb and spit cum up my hole.
"Oh fuckkkk, oh fuckkkk Mikeee! Ughhhhh ohhhhhh!" he cried out as jizz erupted from his cock and coated my insides and Adam's cock.
Adam lost it right there. He yelled, "Cumming! Oh Daddy! Cumming!! Oh Dylannnnn!" as cum blasted from his cock and mixed with Dylan's juice. He kept sliding his cock in my ass until both he and Dylan had completely emptied their balls inside me. Then they gently withdrew their cocks from my ass and collapsed on the bed beside me.
Both Dylan and Adam kissed me and each other as I lay on my back with cum seeping from my open hole. Adam wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked it while they both kissed me and sucked on my nipples. I blew my load in Dylan's face as he was moving in to take my cock in his mouth. He never got there. Adam's hand got me off, my jizz splattered out all over Dylan's face and dripped from his nose and lips.
That elicited a huge laugh from Adam, as he admired the mess that he had helped make on our lover.
We made out for a while longer. Both guys thanked me for letting them realize a fantasy and I thanked them for giving me the fuck of a lifetime!
We all fell asleep sprawled naked on my bed, waking up only when we heard the front door slam as Danielle arrived home an hour later.
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