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Picking up Michael – Part 9
Dave A Bishop
Michael, John and I continued for a few weeks in our three-way fashion. We had sex almost always as a 3 but I really wanted to spend more time alone with just Michael, after all he was my boy from the start and I was his daddy. John, as Michael's brother had come along and joined us. Michael was happy to share me but and I was happy with John and Michael having fun together but If I had feelings then they were much stronger for Michael and I wanted to express that. John had a call from their mother, Mary in Glasgow to say that she wasn't well and she wanted John to go home to her to help her while she was poorly. The three of us discussed it and Michael and I arranged that we would take John home and we would stay in a hotel for a couple of days so that Michael could see his mum too. Mart was unaware of our relationship so I thought it best that we go to the hotel and I check in with Michael then he and John go by bus to Mary's house. I drove us up to Glasgow and checked in to the hotel. Once in the room John jumped onto the bed and patted the mattress on both sides indicating that Michael and I should join him. We both got on the bed with John but I said that I'm more in need of sleep after the long drive than sex. The boys both took off my clothes and stripped themselves. Michael got the massage oil from my toilet bag and they both got to work on a four handed massage; Michael above my head working my shoulders and back and John on my legs. It was wonderfully relaxing having two sets of hands performing long luxurious strokes on me knowing that the two boys were both sporting hard dicks. Every so often I would feel one of the hard dicks bouncing on my body. I was so lucky to have access to their combined 15" to play with, suck and be fucked by. John moved in between my legs and got down to eat me. "Daddy," he asked "Please can I eat your bottom?" this was not the first time John had rimmed me but the first time he had used those words, words that I usually used with Michael. I was not going to deny him his request so I opened my legs and relaxed my hole for him. His eagerness to get in there was commendable and he had developed some good skills, he was licking around my hole whilst needing my buttocks and occasionally he would just bite gently on my fleshy bum. Soon he was entering me with his tongue and fucking me gently with it. Michael as still gently massaging my neck and back of head which relaxed me all the more. Nevertheless one part of me was not relaxed but that could wait whilst the boys did their thing. John moved down to my balls and started to suck and lick on them. I loved it when he took one into his mouth and heald it there gently brushing it with his tongue. When John moved away from my hole Michael took over. And started to play with it, gently stroking and spreading me open. John reached under me and drew my hard dick down between my legs and started to lick the head and run his tongue over the length. I was really hot by this time and I could have come quickly but that was not what I wanted. Michael came back up to my head and we started to kiss. "Daddy," asked Michael "which one of us would you like to fuck you?" I replied that one of them was not going to fuck me. Michael looked at me sideways. "No," I added "First John and then you" the boys laughed and John got the lube from my bag and got himself stuck into me. At first gently to continue opening me and then more firmly. John never did fuck hard, just firmly and then long-dicking me. As I wanted to be fucked by both boys John didn't hang about and after a few minutes I could feel his head swell and he tensed up and shot his load deep. Michael was encouraging him, "Come deep in daddy, you know he loves your spunk in there. Fill him up, make him wet inside for me". With that after once last shot I felt John start to soften and slip out of me. Michael wasted no time and followed his brother. Holding the head at my entrance he lowered himself into me filling me completely, the mixture of lube and his brother's come was more than enough for him and I could feel him laying on me completely. "Michael, you know what I need, get on my joy spot and make me cum while you fuck me" Michael also parted his legs and whilst fucking my John sucked on his brother's balls until they tightened and released his great baby-makers into me. Michael had done a job on my joy-button and when he shot his load in me I did the same into the mattress. Very quickly after that I fell asleep. About 45 minutes later I woke up to find Michael spooning me from the back, holding me tight. John was in the bathroom showering and getting ready to go to his mother's. When he came out of the bathroom freshly showered and naked I smiled at him and told him that I loved him too, just the sane way as I loved his brother. John came down to me and kissed me fully on the lips and told me that I would always be his daddy. Michael joined in and teased his brother, "No John," he said "Dave is my daddy, not yours" I laughed and told them that there was enough of me for them to share. Michael then went into the bathroom to shower, I went in after Michael when the boys left to catch the bus to see Mary.
I decided where we were going to eat that night and decided on a small Italian restaurant near the hotel. When the boys cam back, quite a lot later, they were both quiet and subdued. Michael told me that their mother was very poorly and needed treatment. We discussed it over dinner but John said that his mum wanted him to stay with her whilst she had surgery and follow-up treatment. I told him that if he wanted to stay straight away Michael and I would go home in a couple of days and then we would send Johns clothes up to him in a parcel. He said that would be good but he could manage for a week. However form dinner he went back to Mary's.
Michael spent the days with Mary and his brother and his nights with me. Mary had worked out that Michael "had someone", or why would he not stay at her place. Michael and John decided that truth was in order and together they told her about me. Mary told them that she was not upset nor surprised. "Does Dave love you?" she asked, John said that I loved Michael first and that he had "joined us" after a relationship with another man. Mary got all moral at this point. She had no issue about gay relationships but thought incest was odd. Michael explained the story about how they had both started gay relationships but that John and Alan had not worked out and that for his safety John came to live with us and it was only at that time they realised that the other was gay. Michael said that whatever there was in their future, they would always face it together as a brother and then John added "and we don't expect to have children!" Mary started laughing and then asked the stereo-typical question, "so which one of you is the woman?" both boys had looked stunned that she would ask something so personal and mumbled an unsatisfactory answer "so you both liked to be bummed do you" she sated "Dave must be happy". The boys had realised that their mother was just teasing them but they changed the subject anyway.
After Michael and I returned home, leaving John at his mothers, we discussed Mary's future and that her time was short. Michael decided that ultimately he would return to Glasgow for his mother's final days. I said that that was what he needed to do. I wanted to make Michael feel special so I opened a bottle of his favourite wine in front of our wood burning stove. The stove was burning hot and the room was toasty. I'd put towels down on the rugs to protect them from the oil and brought pillows down from the bed. We sat down on the towels and I gently took his clothes from him. I really enjoyed unwrapping my boy, he had a smooth slim, lithe body, long legs and a stunning 8" cock that was guaranteed to get hard. Soon we were both naked and the bottle was empty. I gently kissed Michael and lowered him face down with his head on a pillow. I poured a little fragrant oil onto his back and started to work on his shoulders. The mixture of oil and soft smooth skin under my hands had turned me on completely. My cock was as hard as a nail and I had to stop Michael from trying to hold on to it. I worked firmly and thoroughly on his back and then his legs. He loved it when I stroked the inside of his thighs towards his balls and he automatically spread his legs when I did this and his beautiful little hole came into view. I found it almost impossible to not to dive in straight away but I held back as I knew one thing that would tease him so much. I laid on top of Michael and whispered in his ear "Michael, please show me your little bottom". Those words always caused the same reaction; Michael would always start mewling, draw his hands back to stretch his buttocks apart and relax his hole so that the little pink hole would appear. Then it was time for to act. With his hands holding himself open for me I would gently blow cool breath onto the glorious hole. The hole would gently pulse open and close, open, and more open as I lapped at him and then he would be ready and wet with spit for me to add just a little lube and start to manipulate him with fingers and thumbs gently stroking around. I never finger-fucked him as I knew he didn't like that. Like John he was definitely a tongue or cock boy. When I knew he was beyond ready I used the other key trigger phrase. "Michael, are you going to give me your little bottom?" Michael mewled and gasped "Yes daddy please take my little bottom, fill me with your cock and cum, make me yours, please daddy – give it to me, give me the spunk". I made it my task to stimulate his joy-button and after a few minutes of pumping away into Michael he shuffled a little to point his cock downwards between his legs. He loved doing this as he said that in that position his joy-button was more accessible to being massaged by mine. Michael came while I was fucking him and I felt him shudder and his little hole pulse against my dick that was well inside him. I then filled him with my very being.
After a while Michael said that he wanted to massage and fuck me too. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes and then he went to work on me. Before massage he said he wanted to suck my cock so I nipped upstairs to freshen up for him. On my return he knelt down with his bottom in the air and asked me if I liked the look of his little hole, still wide and spunky. He knew that if I looked at his hole it would get me going again. Despite having been recently fucked his little hole looked as fresh and pristine as before I started. It was amazingly elastic. Having the desired affect on me and fell forward to eat him again but Michael stopped my before I made contact and pushed me gently to the floor. The fire was still going strong and the heat was so comfortable. Michael's idea of a massage now was to go straight to my ass and he poured a little oil onto me and started to stroke and tease my buttocks and going in for my hole too. I didn't care he was missing out the back massage I just craved the sexual stimulus of him rimming and fucking me. I opened my legs and push my hard dick down between them. Michael went to work and ate hard. He had me open wide very quickly and he teased and played with me with his tongue, fingers and thumb. He scooted up my body and whispered in my ear: "Daddy, your boy needs to be inside you, your boy wants your ass daddy. Your boy wants to put his seed into you. Please daddy, let me get into you." as he was saying this Michael was teasing my hole with his dick head. His words had the desired affect and even without thinking I could feel my hole start to gape for him. Immediately I felt his dick enter me. He must had lubed up while I was distracted as he just gently eased into me. All the way in one gentle but firm thrust. Michael could tell that I was ready for him. "Daddy, is this what you want?" He asked. It was my turn to just moan and groan. Michael could tell I was just putty in his hands and he started to massage my joy button. He was now a master at making my body respond to him and I could feel an orgasm approaching. Michael continued to press my button, hard strokes with his head punching away inside me. I reached boiling point and started to cum hard, I could feel my dick shooting a load underneath me and my ass was tightening and pulsing around Michael's dick. This was all it took for him to boil over too. I felt his head swell and harden inside me and volleys of spunk shoot into my ass. I never wanted him to stop, I wanted to be awash with my boys spunk. Michael slipped out of me and just laid on top he said that he had to pull out as he was too sensitive to stay in. I told him to just stay there and not move. Just let me soak up his sweat on my body and his spunk inside me. He laid on top of me for a time then we rolled over together in front of the toasty fire.
I thought that our time was perfect but sadly things went wrong the a few days later. John rang to say that Mary was very ill and that they both needed Michael with them. Michael gathered up his stuff and once again we made the trip to Glasgow. I hadn't booked a hotel, I thought about just dropping of Michael, having a meal, perhaps with the boys, and then coming home. It would be a long day but I didn't want to hang about in a hotel on my own without them. Mary had been taken into a hospice that morning so I took Michael straight there. About 100 yards from the entrance there was a lay-by and Michael asked me to pull in. "Daddy," he said, "I don't know what is going to happen. I know mum is coming to the end but I don't know what John and I are going to do." I told him that their home was with me if they wanted and to speak to me every day to let me know what's happening". He kissed me and said, "I want to say goodbye here, not at the hospice." I said that I understood and that I would just drop him off and go. I've got to say we were both sad and I wanted to cry, not knowing when we would be together again.
Mary died the following day but there was trouble. She had unfortunately spoken about Michael and John to friends who now knew they were gay. John and Michael had continued to live at Mary's home but the day after the funeral John was stabbed by a friend of Mary's. John died on the way to the hospital. Michael had rung me to tell me what had happened. I wanted to go and get him but he said that he would be OK. He needed to sort out the house and get the sale underway. After John's funeral a man approached Michael and told him he would be next if he didn't leave straight away. Fortunately there was an undercover police officer at John's funeral and after Michael had gone the man was arrested for John's murder.
Michael spoke to me daily but after a few days he told me that he had put the house into the hands of a solicitor, that it was going to be sold and that all the work would be done by the professionals in Glasgow. I told him that it was a good thing to do and he told me he needed time on his own for a while. He felt like just travelling around Scotland. I acknowledged that and told him to keep in touch. I heard nothing for a few days and my calls were rejected. Eventually I received a card from Michael saying that he was going away and not to try to find him. He said that he had loved me and missed me but he had to move on. That with me there would be to many memories of life with Michael and his mum.
As for me I still hold a candle for Michael. It's 15 years since this all happened and I have never heard from him but I think about him every day. I think about the words I whispered into he ear during sex and just how much I miss him. I have had relationships since but it was nearly 2 years before I started to look around again. Having had a break I started a new relationship and we are still together. My partner of 13 years has no idea about how I still feel about Michael. The sad thing about being hung up on that amazing boy is that he no longer exists. He has grown and aged like the rest of us and its likely that if we were to meet now I might not even recognise him.
The end