StoTelAlex

How I Ended Up With Five Sweeties

Chapters 8-12

I carefully stepped out of bed, not wanting to wake the little fellow up. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a joy to feel the warm water running down my body. I was enjoying it with my eyes closed, when all of a sudden I heard something. I opened my eyes and to my surprise Frankie had stepped into the shower.

I looked at him. He was a gorgeous little boy. He had started to loose some of his baby fat and was now nicely growing into proportions. When I looked down at his groin, I saw he still had his morning stiffy. Above a cute small pouch, containing two nice marbles, there was a beautiful smooth 3 inch [7½ cm] boy boner. It's little purple head peeking out of the little foreskin.

When I looked up again, I looked into the two heavenliest blue eyes I ever saw. I was hooked. I drowned in those two beautiful peepers. A little lower there was a beautiful smile; perfect white teeth in a cherry red frame.

Without loosing eye contact he walked up to me. Suddenly I felt his young hand grabbing my rigid member. His fingers played with my shaft and glans. I was still hypnotized. I couldn't move. I felt as if I was in heaven. This kid knew how to play me. His touch was so soft and gentle. Then, still rubbing the foreskin gently over the head of my dick, his other hand came in and started to play with my lower privates. He first rubbed my perineum, moving from my crack to the base of my sac. Then his fingertips played with my… due to the warm water… loosely hanging balls. He kept stroking my hard dick without changing the direction he was looking at. All this time I was mesmerized by his hypnotizing eyes. We never lost eye contact.

Then all of a sudden the tension became too much. My breathing became heavy and I felt my balls retract. I looked at him for a last time. Then I came so violently and shot such a big load on Frankie's face, that it looked like I hadn't had an orgasm in ages. For as far as I could remember, the last time I had such an intense orgasm, Joey was the result. Now this boy had pushed all the right buttons and gave me an unforgettable experience. By now the strength in my legs went and I collapsed.

It took me a while before I had caught my breath. When I opened my eyes I looked at a cum decorated face and into those beautiful eyes that had just a moment ago hypnotized me. But now they had a different look in them. A look of fear.

"Dad, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? I just wanted to give you a good time. Please tell me I didn't hurt you!"

He addressed me as dad! There wasn't a thing at that moment that I wouldn't forgive this miracle worker.

"Oh, Frankie," I said as I hugged him tightly, "Don't worry. There's nothing wrong. You just gave me the best time ever."

It was because we were under the shower or Frankie would have certainly noticed my tears of joy running down my cheeks. I felt my sticky stuff on his face and chest. But I didn't care, we would rinse that off soon.

I loosened my grip and held him by his hands while I was on my knees in front of him. I stared him straight in his marvelous eyes and, without breaking eye contact, I moved my hands to his smooth young member and started to play with him as he had done with me. I felt his little gems moving freely in the nice bold sac.

There was only one difference to my game. When I noticed the change in his posture, I, still staring him in the eyes, moved forward and took his nice wonderful member in my mouth. The taste of his young hard piece of flesh was awesome. When I had taken a few small sucks, he stiffened up and started to shake all over. I held my hands beside him so I could catch him if he were to fall.

Finally, after over a minute, the end of his overwhelming orgasm set in and his legs couldn't support him any longer. He collapsed into my arms, still shaking. I sat down with my back to the wall. I pulled him close and he rested against my body. I could feel my now soft member pushing against his nice ass-crack. I kissed him on his neck. He turned his head and looked up at me. He gave me his wonderful smile. And while the nice warm water rained down on us, we recuperated in each others arms from what had been an experience of a life time. For both of us.

After sitting there for ten minutes I noticed Frankie was softly sobbing.

"What is it Frankie? Please tell me what's wrong."

"I just… I was remembering…. at the orphanage."

"Don't worry, that's all over now."

"I know. That's why I'm so sad."

"Why? I thought you guys hated that place."

"Well, actually my situation was a little different from my brother and sister. They were just bullied for no reason, but I actually had given my classmates a reason."

"No, Frankie, you're wrong! No one has the right to bully someone else, no matter what the grounds may be!"

"It was Mr. Dressner. He… he was my art teacher. And I could really relate to him. I guess it was because I liked art so much. But he also invited me over to his house and he taught me the art of making someone feel good."

"He taught you well, Frankie, very well." I replied as I kissed his hair.

"Thank you," Frankie said blushingly, "And he wasn't bad or something like that. He just liked teaching me and I liked pleasing him. But my classmates found out somehow and started to bully me because they saw me as the teacher's pet." He smirked a bit. "I couldn't really deny it. So you see, I did gave them a reason. But Charlie and Stefanie didn't and they were bullied too. Then the principal found out and he fired Mr. Dressner. My classmates said he committed suicide. But I don't believe them! He would never to that! But after he was gone, there was nothing there to hold me. So I agreed to come along with my brother and sister and we left."

"I see."

I told Frankie it was time to get dressed. We did and then we went down to set the breakfast table. We had just finished as Kevin and Joey turned up, quickly followed by Charlie. Stefanie took a little longer, but that wasn't unexpected. As a girl she took much more care about her appearance.

Although it all was quiet at the table, I somehow sensed something different about Kevin. But I couldn't put my finger on it. After finishing their breakfast the kids all went off to practice their hobby's. I cleared the table and started to do the dishes.

Suddenly I heard a big noise. It was coming from the music room. I put the dishes down and hurried over. In the room I saw Stefanie standing on one side in tears and on the other side Kevin and Joey ready to go for it.

"What is this racket?" I shouted.

"He called her the b-word." Joey shouted. "You apologize right now!"

I saw Kevin's expression. He was clearly not ready to apologize, to any one.

"Kevin, upstairs! Go to your room! NOW!"

Kevin looked at me in anger and then it was as if he snapped out of it. "Go!" I told him. Kevin suddenly had tears in his eyes and ran up the stairs.

"Okay, which of you wants to tell me what happened?"

"I don't really know." Joey said, "We were just rehearsing and I explained something to Stefanie. And all of a sudden he flipped. Called her a bitch and all kinds of names. If he doesn't clean up his act I no longer want him as my brother!"

Suddenly it somehow dawned on me what could be the reason for this.

"Okay, you guys stay here and try to calm down. Maybe try to get back to making music. I'll go and have a word with Kevin."

As I reached the door of his room I heard some clear sobbing on the other side. I opened the door and walked in. Kevin was sitting in a corner of his room crying his eyes out. I immediately noticed he had swung his violin in its case and then onto the top of his closet. There was no chance for him to get it back from there without a chair or other kind of help. It was as if he had given up on music.

I walked up to him and knelt next to him. As soon as I put my arm around him he crumbled.

"Why are you so friendly? I messed up big time. I don't deserve your care."

"Kevin, don't talk that way."

I picked him up and sat down on the bed with him on my lap. I took him in my arms and let him cry. When he finally calmed down a bit, I asked him what had happened.

"I don't know. We were rehearsing and suddenly I noticed the way Stefanie and Joey looked at each other. And then I flipped." he said, "I don't know why."

But I saw in his body language he knew perfectly well what had caused it. I took hold of his chin and directed his face so he had to look me straight in the eyes and said: "Listen to me, Kevin, and listen carefully. You can get away with a lot from me, but lying isn't one of them. Now tell me the truth."

He saw I was serious and immediately he was scared.

"I was jealous. I felt something for Joey the first time I saw him. And I thought he had feelings for me too. Since he was so kind and loving and caring when you taught us about sex and stuff. And now he looked at Stefanie with a certain look and she looked back and… and… I just lost it. I don't know why I thought he had feelings for me. I should have known as soon as he asked you about girls. I bet you don't want me around any more. And they certainly don't want to."

And immediately Kevin was back in crying mode.

"Hush. I don't think it's that severe. But why don't you write your feelings down? Write both of them an apology letter. And then at dinner you could give it to them."

"You think they'll accept it?"

"They have to. Else I'll have a word with them."

Kevin gave me a big hug and then went over to Charlie to borrow a pen and a notepad. I went down and continued the dishes. At lunch time I checked in on Joey and Stefanie. I found them behind the piano. Lips touching, hands holding each other. I cleared my throat and immediately they were startled. I couldn't help laughing over the situation.

"Now, isn't that a pretty sight?"

They both blushed.

"Of course, not everyone would agree with me."

They looked at me with a puzzling expression.

"Don't break your beautiful heads about it. It'll come clear during dinner."

I gave them a wink and walked out. I decided to go check on Kevin. He was lying on his bed, surrounded by crumpled paper. He obviously had problems finding the right words.

"Kevin, why don't you go and ask Charlie to help you?"

His face immediately cleared up and he dashed off to Charlie's room. I went over and checked out Frankie's room. As soon as he heard me coming, he threw a piece of cloth over his painting. He obviously didn't want me to see it.

I walked over and gave him a firm hug. "Thank you for this morning, it was awesome."

Frankie was beaming with pride over his compliment. I gave him a deep French kiss and then left to get on with my chores. I still had some instruments in the basement that needed repairing. By five I went back up and started to make dinner. At one point Frankie came in and greeted me by rubbing the bulge in my pants. I did the same to him. Dinner was nearly ready and Frankie offered to set the table. Fifteen minutes later we were ready to eat.

Frankie went to the music room and collected his sister and Joey. I called the other two and soon they appeared at the door. Charlie went in and sat down, but Kevin carefully shuffled in with his head bowed. He walked up to Stefanie and Joey and with tears in his eyes he said he was sorry and gave them the letters. Joey was still upset and threw the letter on the table.

"Joey!" I said with an angry look. Reluctantly he took the letter from the envelope and read it.

In the meantime, Kevin had sat down at the table and was still a pile of sorrow. He was softly sobbing. He was really down and uncomfortable with what he had done. The more the two read their letters the bigger the surprise on their faces. When they were finished they looked at Kevin with big eyes and open mouths. Immediately Joey ran over and took his new brother in his arms.

"Oh, Kevin, why didn't you say something? I didn't know you felt that way about me."

Stefanie joined in on the hug and tried to comfort the still sniffing little boy.

"Don't worry, Kevin, I forgive you. I can totally understand what you feel for this precious boy." She said, giving Joey a mischievous smile.

After that, we went on with our dinner. When we were done, Kevin and I cleared the table and the others went their ways. This gave me a chance to talk to him.

"So you're into boys?"

"Yeah, I guess." he said blushingly.

"Well, I'm positive you'll find your soul-mate. And who ever it is, he's one lucky guy."

"Thank you." Kevin said softly and then gave me a big kiss on my cheek.

Chapter 9
The Importance Of Being Prepared

"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to continue to rehearse with Joey and Stefanie." I asked him.

"I did, but eh… Three is a crowd, as they say." Kevin stated and dashed up the stairs.

I was puzzled but then I remembered my earlier intrusion on the love birds. Had Kevin had a similar experience? I decided to be prepared. I went to the bathroom and soon found what I was looking for. I went back down to the music room and, as quiet as I could, opened the door. I tiptoed in and saw that my suspicions were right. Joey and Stefanie were sitting behind the piano again. They were kissing and obviously completely oblivious to the world around them. There was only one thing different from the occurrence earlier on the day. This time they weren't holding hands. Joey had put his hand inside Stefanie's blouse and by the position and movement I knew he was know caressing her under-developed young breast.

I cleared my throat and immediately they were back in reality.

"Oh dad! That's the second time. Can't you knock?"

"What? And miss out on such a beautiful sight?" I said teasingly, giving them both beet red faces. "Besides, it's my home: why should I knock for every room I enter? If you want to do something private and intimate, then go to one of your rooms and close the door. A closed bedroom door will always be respected. Unless there are reasonable grounds to think something is wrong inside."

"Okay. Then we'll go upstairs."

"No. Not yet. I want to talk to you two first."

I grabbed a chair and sat down opposite to the couple. As I sat down, I noticed I had a view into Stephanie's half-unbuttoned blouse. I saw her young breast that only seconds ago was being held by my son's hand. It was still just a cone-shaped hump of flesh with a nice, now hard, nipple on top. And although it had only recently started to develop, it was clear to me that one day Stefanie would one day have beautiful breasts. 'Joey, you're one lucky guy,' I thought to myself. I asked Stefanie if she minded buttoning up. With an even more uncomfortable look she quickly obliged, figuring out that I saw something she didn't want to show to everyone.

Then I turned my attention to Joey. I noticed that the front of his pants were bulging a little. The action had obviously had its effect on Joey's physical state. I gave a little sign by raising my eyebrow.

"Dad!" Joey shouted, putting his hands in front of him to shield his condition from my eyes.

I just laughed and shook my head.

"Listen. Just like I said, if you want to do something private you have to do it in one of your rooms. Here, everyone is free to walk in any time of the day. Do you understand?"

They nodded.

"Now it's me, but what if it was Frankie, seeing you with his sister like I just have?"

"Yeah, or worse," Stefanie said, "I don't think Kevin would survive it."

"Don't worry, he did." I simply stated.

Their eyes grew big and their jaws dropped.

"He walked in on you guys when he wanted to rehearse some more with you guys and then retreated when he saw what was going on."

"He must really hate me now," Stefanie said.

"No, he doesn't. He has really come to terms with the situation." I said as I rubbed her shoulder, "He understands he never had a real chance with Joey. He's into girls, where as Kevin is clearly a 'boys'-boy."

"Still I hate that we weren't more careful and considerate about him."

It warmed my heart that she felt so much compassion. I decided to concentrate on the subject I wanted to discuss with them.

"Guys, I don't mind you wanting to show your love to each other, but I don't want you to go too far."

"Dad!" Joey yelled, embarrassed I was having this conversation with him in front of his new girlfriend.

"Joey, this concerns both of you. There are a few things I want you two to promise me. First of all, I don't want either one of you doing something that you don't want to, just because you feel you have to, to keep the other's love. Okay?"

"Okay."

"And that goes both ways. I don't want you being pressured, but I also don't want you to be the oppressor."

They nodded in agreement.

"Second: I don't think you're ready for it yet, but if you two do decide to take the big step, I want you to use these." I said, handing both a small box containing three condoms. "Like I said, I don't think you're there yet, but at least now you're prepared by the time you are. I don't want to see Stefanie becoming a teen-mom, okay?"

Joey first showed a hesitant attitude, but deep down he knew I was right, so eventually they both accepted the packages.

"Was that it?" Joey asked. He wanted the embarrassing situation to stop.

"Almost." I said.

And with that I stood up and gave him a big hug and kiss on his cheek. He was getting really annoyed now. He was a big boy now, with his girlfriend present. His dad shouldn't kiss him in front of her. Laughing out loud I let him go. Stefanie chuckled about the upset Joey.

"Remember, you're never too old to get hugged by your dad." I said as I stood up and left.

"Or by me," I heard Stefanie say as I closed the door, "You look so cute when you're upset."

I knew he was now grumbling over what had just happened, but I figured he could never keep that up for long. Not with her around. I decided to do some work in my atelier in the cellar. By the time I looked up at the clock again, it was bedtime for my little ones. I headed upstairs and first went to the music room. This time I did knock.

"Come in."

"Bedtime, guys," I said as I stuck my head around the door.

They stood up and with arms around each others' shoulders they went upstairs. I followed them, and then noticed the little package in Joey's back pocket. I also noticed it was open. That gave me a shock. As they entered Stefanie's room I followed them in. They looked at me in an asking way.

"I noticed something about the box in your back pocket. You guys didn't already…?"

"Oh, no, don't worry about that." Stefanie said, giving me a shy, uncomfortable smile. "I'm still a virgin. We just decided that if we wanted to be really prepared we should practice at least once. And Joey, well, he said he only had to touch me to become so aroused that he could be the test subject. So when he was in that state again, we both had a try on putting one on."

I gave them a smile and praised them for being so responsible. But then Joey surprised me.

"Dad,… uhm… Stefanie and I talked about it and we were wondering. Could you teach us like you taught me and Kevin?"

I looked at him with big eyes. Did he really said what I think he did? I immediately decided not to.

"No Joey, I'm not going to do that. Like I said, I don't think you're ready for the real stuff. But I tell you what. If it is about knowing how the body of the opposite sex works, why don't you do the following? Stefanie, you lie down on the bed and instruct Joey what to do? And when you feel you have had enough pleasure, you two switch places and Joey can instruct you how to play with his body to give him joy."

Joey and Stefanie agreed to the plan.

"And if there is something afterward you want to know, you can ask me tomorrow morning."

I kissed them both on their heads and then left to see Kevin. As I walked into his room, I found him in there naked, playing on his violin. It reminded me of the first morning he stayed at my house. When he saw me, he walked up to me and gave me a hug. I heard some soft sobbing.

"What is it?" I asked when I knelt in front of him.

"I'm just so happy to have you as my dad."

"Oh, Kevin," I said, choking up and hugging this precious little boy. "I actually came over to tell you it's bedtime."

"Oh, okay."

Kevin put his violin in the case and, after brushing his teeth, he slid into bed naked. I gave him a goodnight kiss and left his room. The next in line was Frankie. I knocked on the door.

"Just a sec. Okay, come in."

"Bedtime, my little Michelangelo."

"Ah, can't I just…"

"No, go get some sleep."

Reluctantly Frankie prepared for bedtime. As he did, I went to see Charlie. I knocked on the door and walked in. He was sitting at his new desk. I noticed he was busy on filling up a second notebook. He had been in his room almost the entire day, so it wasn't surprising that he had written, but the amount was surprising.

"Wow, you've been busy."

"Yeah, can you look it over? To correct it and stuff?"

"Stuff?"

"Yeah, tell what you think and so on."

"Okay, I'll read it tomorrow and let you know. But for now it's bedtime."

Charlie yawned and agreed that it had been a long day. I took the full book and went to my room. I put it on the nightstand and then went downstairs to round up the different chores that where still to be done. An hour later I was finished. I too went upstairs and turned in.

Chapter 10
Good Night, Everyone!

Dear Kevin,

I feel sorry you were hurt so bad. I didn't know you were into guys. If I had known, I would have asked you. But next to being afraid for rejection, I was also afraid for a strong negative reaction to my sexual preference. After helping you with your apology-letters, my feelings for you were growing even more. I was deeply impressed with your amount of compassion. I hope that someday I might have a boyfriend of my own. And if that one isn't you, I hope he is just as loving and caring and shows the same big heart as you obviously have. Hopefully one day I can call you more than that, but for now I'm proud to call you my brother.

Loving you always, C.

Kevin was startled. Was this for real? Was there someone here in this house who loved him this much? He read it again. The only one who was there, whose name started with a 'C', was Charlie. Was he, too, 'into boys', instead of girls? If so, Kevin hadn't noticed. He hadn't looked at Charlie that way. He had felt it would be like cheating on Joey. But now that Joey wasn't in love with him…

The more Kevin thought about it, the more he noticed how cute he actually thought Charlie was. He had nice brown, curly hair. And he had beautiful, intriguing, dark-brown eyes. Kevin was puzzled. What was he to do? Could he…? Kevin lay in his bed, thinking it over and over. Finally he made his mind up and stood up.

Carefully he tiptoed to Charlie's room and went in. He walked up to the bed and climbed in behind Charlie. As he reached over and put his arm around Charlie's chest, he heard the boy take a deep breath.

"Frankie?"

"No, Kevin." Kevin said and gave Charlie a soft kiss in his neck.

Charlie gave a deep sigh and then clutched Kevin's arm. Because he was lying behind Charlie, Kevin didn't see the tear of happiness that was now slowly making its way down Charlie's cheek. They had both decided to go commando. Kevin's arm around his chest wasn't the only thing of Kevin that Charlie felt. He also felt Kevin's warm, smooth, soft member pressing against his sensitive crack. Kevin pulled Charlie even closer and gave him another kiss on his neck.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Sleep well."

"Okay. Sweet dreams." Charlie replied.

'With you in my arms, I have no problems getting those,' Kevin thought. He pressed his face into Charlie's curly hair and inhaled the scent of his new friend.

In one of the other rooms Joey and Stefanie were doing what I had suggested to them. Joey couldn't control himself and was naked in no-time. Stefanie however, was more controlled and slowly stripped in front of her new boyfriend. When she was finally naked, she saw Joey's stiffy pointing half-way up. It was bouncing in rhythm with Joey's heartbeat. Stefanie lay down and waited for Joey to begin.

Joey, with a dry mouth from the nerves, walked up to Stefanie and sat down on the bed next to her. Then he carefully started to stroke her soft skin. He caressed her cheeks first, and then slowly moved his hand downwards. He stoked her shoulders. Then moved inwards to her breasts. Stefanie loved the soft gentle touch of Joey on her sensitive mounts. Joey carefully massaged her small boobies and ended by rubbing her hard nipples. His hands slid down her waist and over her belly. He looked her in the eyes and then kissed her bellybutton.

He continued to move down her legs and once he reached her feet he took them in his hands and gave them a sensual and enjoyable massage. Then he moved back up to her hip-section and waited for instructions.

"Just go ahead. You've done so well on the rest, I trust you." Stefanie said.

Carefully Joey placed his hand on her mount and let his fingers slide through the slit. Her lips were already very moist. As he reached the small hard knob at the joint of the lips, he felt that she even got wetter. Stefanie started to moan softly. Joey continued his rubbing. After a couple of minutes Stefanie moaned louder and she felt the waves of her orgasm hit her in full strength.

After resting for a few minutes she sat up and pushed Joey on his back.

"Now it's my turn."

She started with stroking his face and, similar to what Joey had done, she started to move down. He felt her hands caressing his chest and then her fingertips playing with his hard nipples. Her hand moved slowly down and finally came to the targeted area. One hand ended up between Joey's legs. He felt her fingers stroking his perineum and then the tips tickling his sac and what was inside. Her other hand had found Joey's hard member and was now sensually massaging the throbbing boy tool. On Joey's advice Stefanie had put a big glob of spit on his glans and was now using it as lubricant.

Joey was in ecstasy. He started breathing hard. And with a deep moan Joey's orgasm was announced. He had never experienced such deep feelings, such an intense orgasm. With each moan he shot a string of his boy cum onto his belly.

Finally the orgasm subsided and Joey's breathing calmed down a bit. Stefanie lay down next to Joey on her side and looked at what had come out of her new boyfriend. She ran a finger through the cum and wondered if she would. During the ordeal Johnny had forced his tool down her throat and had forced her to eat his cum. She had hated the taste of it. She decided to give it a try. She was surprised. Joey taste so much nicer. So much sweeter. Suddenly she couldn't help it. She plunged forward and started to lick Joey's torso clean.

Halfway Joey came to from his exhilarating climax and looked at the hot sight. His girlfriend going crazy over his stuff. Joey just lay there and sighed. The sigh made Stefanie look up. She looked at her lover and moved upwards. They kissed and lay there in each others arms. Finally they drifted to sleep.

Some time that night I heard something. As I slowly opened my eyes, I could see the door slowly closing and a shadow approaching my bed. I pretended to be asleep. As the shadow came closer I noticed the shape more and recognized who it was. All of a sudden I felt a hand moving under the covers and reaching for my manhood.

"Trouble sleeping, Frankie?"

Startled, Frankie stopped dead in his tracks. What was I going to do? Was I mad? Was I going to yell at him? Luckily for him he soon got his answer.

"Come here," I said as I threw the covers back and patted the mattress.

Frankie soon climbed in and cuddled up against me. I took him in my arms and sniffed his hair. I started to caress his back as he lay facing me. I could feel his little stick rubbing against my adult version. I looked at his face.

"You're one special kid, you know that?"

"I think you're very special too," he replied and gave me a kiss.

My hand moved down over his back and then reached his nice round ass-cheeks. I caressed them for a while. They felt so nicely firm and soft. Slowly I ran my fingers up and down his beautiful crack. When the tip of my middle-finger touched his entrance he gave a soft moan and wiggled his butt a little. He gave me a big smile and I couldn't help it. I just had to kiss those gorgeous lips. I pressed my lips strongly on his. He kissed back and after awhile the kissing went further. I let my tongue move across his lips. When he sighed I took the opportunity and let my tongue go between those soft lips. He immediately started to let his own tongue play with mine.

All the time I had kept playing with his hole. By now it had become a bit moist. I decided to take the chance and pressed against his sphincter. It gave in and slowly accepted my index-finger. Frankie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Oooh… yeah." he moaned and then gave a big meaningful sigh. At that same moment I felt his sphincter relaxing and I pushed my finger in completely. When it was in, I felt the sensitive lump I was aiming for: His young boy-prostate. I started to wiggle and rub his boy-G-spot.

I leaned forward again and went back to the French kissing. I continued to wiggle my finger inside him and immediately I got some soft, wanting-for-more moans. The more I wiggled, the more passionate Frankie's kissing became. Finally in the end, I felt him stiffening up. His sphincter was now clinging to my finger as if it was of gold. It took a while before all the waves of his orgasm had left him again.

As his sphincter relaxed, I pulled my finger out of Frankie's back entrance. I had some tissues in the nightstand and quickly cleaned my finger. Then I watched the little boy now lying on his back. His chest still moving quickly because of the panting. Finally Frankie started to catch his breath.

"Wow! That was awesome!" He stated.

"Yeah, I noticed. So what do you want now? Go back to your own bed? Or do you wanna stay here?"

"Stay here, if that's okay."

"Of course."

I gave him a last good night kiss and then rolled him onto his side. Frankie didn't understand but then he felt my arms wrapping around him. He clung to them and I pulled him in close. I hugged him tightly against me and wished him good night. I had expected a reply but when I looked closer I saw my passionate lover was so exhausted, he had already fallen to sleep. I snuggled my face against his hair and followed his example.

Chapter 11
A Touching Story

"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked.

"You looked so peaceful, I just didn't want to disturb you."

A few minutes later Charlie and Kevin came in. They had their arms around each others' shoulders. Kevin was very excited, but Charlie felt a bit uncomfortable to show so much affection in front of others. They sat down and started breakfast. Frankie looked smiling at his brother and Kevin and winked. Kevin smiled and winked back. This made Charlie blush even more.

Then Stefanie and Joey joined us. They were very cheerful. But they weren't the only ones. The whole bunch was in a much better mood than last night. The good night's sleep, or whatever they had done overnight, had done them good. We all enjoyed our breakfast. When everyone had finished, they all went their ways. Charlie went back to writing, Frankie continued on his painting and Kevin was on his way to the music room. As he stood in the door he waited for Stefanie and Joey.

"Sorry, Kevin, but if you don't mind, we'd like to have another word with dad," Joey said.

"Oh, okay," Kevin answered, "I… I'll be in the music room."

Immediately the two lovers looked at each other. This wasn't the reaction they had expected. Then they looked at me.

"What is it?" I asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Actually," Joey started carefully, "We wanted to ask you about other ways of making love other then just touching."

"But…?" I asked as I felt some hesitation in Joey's voice.

"I think we'd better have a word with Kevin first." Stefanie chipped in, "He looked really depressed. I guess he felt as if we're avoiding him. And that's not true! We just.. well…"

"I understand completely. You know what, why don't you two go and join him? We can talk this evening."

Their faces immediately cleared up and Joey gave me a hug. "Thanks, dad, you're awesome."

"I know, I know." I joked.

As they headed for the music room, I cleared the table. I had all my work done, so what could I do now? Than I remembered Charlie's story. I went upstairs and lay down on my bed. I took the notebook from the nightstand and started to read.

That was the last chapter Charlie had finished. During the reading I had made notes in the margines. By the last sentences I had a lump in my throat. It surely hadn't been a happy ride for the three of them. After losing their parents, ending up in a torture scene. It only strengthened my conviction that these children were entitled to some happier times. And I was more than willing to give it to them.

As I looked aside to my alarm-clock, it was getting near suppertime. No one had complained that they were hungry or wanted something for lunch. On my way down to the kitchen I decided to peek in at the different members of my now extensive household. Charlie was very busy writing his next chapters. He was now busy with chapter 7, in which he described the developments between all the members of the household just after the shopping trip. He was very happy with my work and would look at it when he had time. But first he wanted to finish the other chapters.

Frankie was still working on the big painting that he didn't want me to see. It only made me more curious. Especially because he had also made some smaller ones in the meantime and they looked astonishing. He had made a painting of the house, but in such detail that it looked as if it was painted by a student of Bernardo Bellotto. I was very impressed by it. I decided to go to the store tomorrow to get some nice wood to make a beautiful matching frame for it.

Once at the bottom of the stairs I heard some nice jazzy music coming from the music room. Apparently Joey and Kevin had found each other again and Stefanie had fit in perfectly. I left the kitchen door ajar so I could enjoy the beautiful sounds. With the nice music on the background fixing diner was a pleasure. But everything would have been with that music. Within an hour diner was served and I called everyone to the table. It was obvious they hadn't had lunch. What an appetite! And all were very excited about the accomplishments of today.

After diner Charlie went back to his writing and Frankie, too, went to his room. Joey and Stefanie had told Kevin about their wish to talk to me some more and Kevin understood. He took his violin upstairs and went to his room. As soon as Charlie heard him play, he went over to his new boy friend and sat down on the bed, enjoying Kevin's presence and music. Then Charlie suddenly gave Kevin a piece of paper. Kevin was surprised and read what Charlie had written.

Dear Kevin,

You're my best friend ever.
You're the boy I'll always love.
You're the one who makes me less cleaver.
You make my wits fly away like a dove.

When I look into your eyes,
I see a perfect sky.
Some say it's like the roll of a dice,
But I keep asking why?

Why am I so lucky to have found this perfect mate?
Why this perfect boy, whom I can tell 'I love you'?
What did I do, to deserve this beautiful fate?
And then find out he loves me too?

I've loved you ever since my eyes caught your sight.
Ever since then my heart has been filled with delight.
There is no obstacle that I can see.
Therefore my question: When we grow up, will you marry me?

"Yes! A full blown YES!" Kevin shouted and threw himself around Charlie's neck.

Charlie tumbled backwards onto the bed and was covered by kisses from his boyfriend, who was now lying on top of him. The two boys spent the rest of the evening being in each others company and sensed each others love for one and another.

In the meantime, Stefanie and Joey had joined me in the dining room. They still wanted me to teach them things. I prepared them for what was going to happen if they would proceed. What they might expect. That in a lot of cases the first time isn't as beautiful and wonderful as they make it to believe. A lot is due to nerves and inexperience. I also told Stefanie about what she could expect when she lost her virginity. I tried to prepare them as well as I could without making it into object teaching.

When the teaching was done it had taken more time than I had expected. By the time we were done it was bedtime. I wished the two lovebirds good night and finished doing the dishes. Then I went upstairs myself. I knocked on Kevin's door and found him already in bed. Except he was not sleeping. And not alone. I gave the two surprised, blushing boys a comforting smile and a good night kiss. When I then went to Frankie, I found him naked in front of the big painting. As he noticed I entered, he covered the painting up again.

"Why are you naked?"

"To save you some extra laundry," he said with a big smile.

I could see what he meant. His little body was covered with paint-drops. I took a piece of old clothing and started to help him clean up. I used some turpentine to remove the oil-paint. Then I told him to take a quick shower to get rid of the turpentine-smell. I kissed him and went to bed. It had been a fulfilling day and I had enough plans for tomorrow. I needed a good night's rest.

Chapter 12
A Happy Reunion

I was hesitating. Should I do it or not? I couldn't hold myself. I had to touch him. Carefully the fingers of my left hand gently stroked his soft, silk-like skin. My fingertips hovered over his diaphragm, barely touching. He felt so smooth, so wonderful.

Suddenly I noticed that I wasn't the only one who reacted at the interaction. Slowly Frankie's nipples started to stiffen. His cute little rosebuds were so hot looking. I noticed his breathing was also slowly getting a little bit heavier. My hand moved down. It went from Frankie's chest to his beautiful marbles, located beneath his wonderful boyhood. I felt his soft boy-gemstones sliding through my fingertips, as they inspected his smooth little sac.

When I threw back the blankets just now, Frankie already was sporting a semi-hard morning woody. Now, after the stroking and tickling of his little balls, his little pecker was climbing. His cute, perfectly shaped boyhood was rising with small, subtle jumps, in the rhythm of his heartbeat. My hand moved down over his thighs and stroked his smooth upper-leg.

After a while, my hand moved back to his chest and I stroked his midriff some more. I kept on going, although his breathing got heavier and his beautiful member rose even more. After stroking his body for another ten minutes Frankie started to moan and his body started to tremble.

When the trembling ended and his breathing normalized, Frankie opened his eyes and looked at me with one of his adorable smiles. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," I said.

After giving him a smile and a quick kiss on his cheek, I stood up and went to the bathroom. Under the shower, while I relieved myself from my own morning wood, I decided to go into action. I would go and try to find out what had happened to his beloved Mr. Dressner.

I went downstairs and started to make breakfast. After a while, all of them had joined me at the table. I decided to tell them. But not everything.

"Guys, I have a lot of errands to run today. Do you guys think you can handle being alone until this evening?"

"Sure, Dad," Joey said, "Don't worry. If someone has a problem there is bound to be someone with a solution."

I gave him a pat on his head and, with a comfortable feeling, I cleaned the table. They all went to their rooms and I left home. First I went to the hardware store for some wood for the frame for Frankie's painting of the house. That was the easy part of my errands.

After that I went to the library. There, in the archive, I found a phone-book from two years back. I looked for a Mr. Dressner. There were several, but I found what I hoped for. 'Dressner, G. , art-teacher, 247 Franklin blvd., 444-3764'. I copied it in my notebook and left.

After a ride of five minutes I reached the address. I walked up to the door and when I had rung the bell, a woman opened the door.

"Good morning, ma'am. I'm looking for a Mr. Dressner and this was the last address I have of him."

"He left. He got fired and could no longer pay the rent."

"Do you have a forwarding address?"

"Sorry, no."

"Thank you for your time, ma'am."

"No problem."

I decided to look around in the area, to see if I could find some leads. As I drove around, I saw a homeless-shelter about half a mile from his address. I decided to take my chances. I parked the car in the neighborhood and went in. It was rather busy inside. Apparently I had come in just at lunchtime. I approached the man behind the counter and asked him if he knew someone by the name Dressner or someone who fit the description I gave. He immediately pointed in the direction of a man who was slurping his soup. I thanked the man and walked up to the table.

"Excuse me, but may I ask you something?"

The man looked up and shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you by any chance a Mr. G. Dressner?"

Now I got his full attention. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'm a friend of Frankie."

"Get out." he said, "I don't want anything to do with that traitor."

"Traitor? He didn't betray you."

"Oh no? He was the only one who knew; who else would have snitched?"

"Benny." I replied, "Benny Crabtree."

"What? No. How could he have find out? He's not the brightest."

"He followed Frankie the day of your last meeting and then went to the principal."

"That nasty boy. I never figured him to be a snitch."

I decided to be frank with Mr. Dressner. I figured he deserved it.

"Call me George." he said.

I also laid out my plans. I offered for him to come and live at my place. I knew, since he was at the shelter, he was homeless. I was willing to take him in as housekeeper. He thought about it for a few seconds while he finished his soup. When he had finished, he shook my hand and accepted the job.

I was happy that it all went so smooth. We said goodbye to the man behind the counter and I gave him some funds for the shelter. Then we left for home.

As we drove home, George suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Stop!"

"What is it?" I asked.

"There," George said as he pointed to a boy, sauntering down the pavement, "that's Benny. I'm sure."

Suddenly I got a mischievous streak and outlined my plan to George. George smiled and agreed. I drove up to the side and past the boy. I stepped out and, as he walked by, I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him inside on the backseat. The child-locks were still on and the backseat controls for the electric windows were blocked. He had no chance of getting out. I drove off and just outside the town limits we found a deserted road in the woods. All this time Benny had been silent. I would have expected more resistance from him.

I pulled him by his arms towards us. Then I noticed the cuts on his wrists.

"What's this?"

"Please, Sir, would you grant me my wish?"

"What wish?"

"I want to die!" Benny now shouted in tears.

Shocked by his statement I let go of his arms and Benny fell back down on the seat. He was nothing but a heap of tears.

"Why would you want that?" I asked him, still a bit in shock.

"I'm worth nothing. I betrayed a good friend and I killed a man."

"What? How?"

"I betrayed him and then he got fired and he committed suicide."

"You betrayed a second teacher?" George asked.

Now Benny looked at him for the first time. He went completely white. I have never seen someone so shocked.

"Mr… Mr. Dressner?"

"Hello, Benny. I'm still alive."

"But… but they said you killed yourself."

"Who said so?"

"The principal. He told us you were fired for unprofessional behavior and then took your own life."

George and I looked at each other. Why would that man say such a thing? It would hurt the children immensely.

"So you're sorry?" George asked Benny.

"Oh yes, Sir. I wish I could undo it, but I can't. I promise you I'll do anything to correct it as much as I can."

"Let's go," I said, "then you can start by apologizing to Frankie."

"Frankie? You mean you're taking me to him?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I don't think he wants to see me. And I don't think I can face him right now."

* * *

In the meanwhile, the five back home had started to go by their own business. Joey and Stefanie had retreated to Stefanie's room and were enjoying each others bodies. Stefanie loved it when she felt her boyfriend's warm body touching hers. She loved the feeling of his hard boyhood rubbing over her thigh as he was riding up against her.

Then she took the big decision.

"If you want, you can put it in me." she softly said to Joey.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Joey picked up one of the packages I had given them and covered his stiffy. Stefanie had moved to a comfortable position. She lay on her back with her legs spread. Joey slowly moved on top of her and placed the head of his dick against her opening. As he looked into her eyes he saw a comforting and loving look. He lowered himself and his hard-on smoothly slid into her wet pussy. She felt the nice warm piece of meat pass her lips. Joey felt a resistance. He pulled back and moved back in. Slowly his rhythm picked up speed and force and a few minutes later he was really into the fucking of his girlfriend.

Joey got more excited and was fully occupied with the action. In his excitement he had lost a bit of his control and when he hit the resistance he pushed harder against it. Suddenly, with a small shriek from Stefanie, Joey pushed through the barrier. Stefanie felt a stinging pain inside her. She wanted to beg Joey to stop but he was so into the moment of his girlfriend giving herself completely to him, that she decided not to. Then, slowly, the pain subsided and changed into excitement. She, too, was getting more and more excited.

A few minutes later both youngsters were getting their climax. Stefanie came violently and her cunt-muscles clung to Joey's boyhood. That pulled Joey over the line. With some forcefully last thrusts he shot his big load of boy-cum into the condom. When he, too, had finished, he slowly withdrew from Stefanie and pulled off the rubber. Then they noticed the blood that was on there. It was on the outside, so it was Stefanie's. Joey quickly took a look and saw a rupture inside her pussy.

"Oh I'm so sorry." Joey said with feeling of quilt.

"Don't worry. It doesn't hurt anymore." Stephanie said.

"So it did? Why didn't you say anything?" Joey said, worried and feeling sorry for hurting his girlfriend.

"It only hurt for a second or so. Don't worry, I bet Dad knows what to do."

"Okay. But you better stay in bed for now."

"Only if you'll be my servant."

Joey quickly agreed and wanted to give her everything she wanted.

At that same time, in another room, Charlie and Kevin had teamed up as well. Both boys had stripped and were enjoying each others bodies. Hands were stroking every inch, to finally end up at the place the legs meet. They loved the feeling of the other boy's genitals. They also enjoyed to be felt. To feel a foreign hand stroking their most sensitive body parts. To feel how that hand was massaging their testicles by letting them go through its fingertips.

All this time they had been French kissing. But suddenly Kevin had enough of the frolicking. He rose, smiled at Charlie and then turned around. He had repositioned himself. Charlie looked up and admired the beautiful boy-member that was now hovering above his face. Kevin had moved so they were now in the perfect alignment to do their favorite position: Soixant-Neuf. Kevin loved to suck his new boyfriend, while Charlie had a real ball-fetish. He could look, suck and play with them for hours.

Finally they, too, could no longer hold back and reached their climax. Big strings of hot boy cum were exchanged between dicks and mouths and after that between both mouths. They were lying next to each other, enjoying the afterglow. They felt as if they could stay that way forever. They only needed each other.

In the meantime, in the room in the middle, there was a frustrated little boy all by himself.

* * *

The closer we got to my place, the more nervous George got. How would Frankie react? On the backseat the opposite happened. Benny got quieter and quieter. He really felt miserable.

After a drive of fifteen minutes we arrived. I parked the car in the garage and led my new guests to the dining room. I instructed them to wait there while I fetched Frankie.

I went upstairs but half-way up I was met by Frankie. Apparently he had heard me coming up.

"Dad, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?" I asked, a bit concerned what could be the problem.

"Next time you go out, please take me with you."

"Why?"

"On one side of my room I heard Joey and Stefanie and on the other side Charlie and Kevin. It made me feel real lonely, if you get my drift."

I immediately understood what he meant. It was a bit inconsiderate of his siblings. I would talk to them about it later.

"We'll see what we can do about it," I said, "but for now I want you to come with me. I've got a surprise for you."

Immediately Frankie's face lit up. In the hallway I positioned him in front of the dining room door. I put my head around it and winked at George to come over. As he stepped out into the hallway, Frankie needed a few seconds to recognize his former teacher. Then he went pale.

"Hello, Frankie." George said with his arms open wide.

Frankie immediately jumped into them and wrapped his arms around his neck, never wanting to let go again. I then took the two inside and immediately as Frankie noticed Benny he got outraged. He let go of George and jumped at Benny. He tumbled from his chair onto the floor. Frankie was on top of him and his little fists were raining down on the depressed, miserable boy. George managed to pull Frankie off and I lifted Benny back into his chair. He already had some bruises and a black eye. But the most prominent thing was the violently bleeding nose. I took a handkerchief and tried to stop the bleeding.

"Why did you stop him?" Benny asked, "I deserved to be beaten to death."

"No."

Frankie was still furious, but slowly the words of Benny sank in. What did Benny just say? Then Frankie got the confirmation.

"Why can't you grant me my wish? Just give me a knife and I'll do it myself!"

"Like the other time?"

"Depends on the knife. I only had a small pocketknife. If you give a kitchen knife I'm sure I can reach my heart directly. Please. No-one will regret my death. I'm just wasting oxygen. Please, I'm a worthless shit. The world is better off without me!"

For the second time in a few minutes Frankie went completely white again. He turned to George.

"He doesn't mean that, does he?"

"Yes, I do!" Benny shouted at him and immediately laid his head on the table and started to weep.

I was still trying to stop his nosebleed. Suddenly Frankie walked up to Benny and put an arm around the boys shoulder.

"I forgive you."

Benny looked up at Frankie. Frankie was a bit shocked. The black eye had now really swollen up.

"How can you forgive me for something so horrible?"

"Benny, what you did wasn't nice. It gave us a lot of grief. But then again, if you hadn't done it, my brother and sister and me would have probably never ended up here. It all turned out well in the end. So I forgive you."

"You really mean that, don't you?"

"Yes."

This only made Benny cry even harder. Frankie didn't understand.

"I gave you such a lot of pain and misery. And still you forgive me. I… I… feel so bááád!"

I thought it would be better for Frankie to have his mind put off this situation.

"Frankie, why don't you show George the bathroom so he can freshen up? He can use my razor, as long as he uses a new blade."

George understood why I did this and guided Frankie to the hallway. Frankie walked up the stairs and led George to the bathroom, but all the time he was not mentally present. He showed George the things on auto-pilot. He had just witnessed a lot that he needed to work out. George decide he would help him as much as possible.

In the meantime, I was trying to comfort Benny. His nose had stopped bleeding. But his eye was now so swollen that it was shut. I asked him to come with me to the kitchen so I could make him an icepack. I placed my hand on his shoulder and immediately he had a pain-reflex. As I then pulled off his shirt, I saw he had some big bruises on his torso.

"That can't all be Frankie's doing."

"No. After Frankie and the others left the kids found a new scape-goat. Me."

In the kitchen I had to be very careful. Not only I had to make an ice-pack, I also had to make sure Benny didn't find the knife he was looking for. Soon I had his icepack ready and directed him out of the kitchen.

"Come."

I directed him down to the basement. I had grabbed the piece of wood I had purchased and wanted to work on it.

"Please promise me you won't try to kill yourself. If only for the next couple of hours."

"Okay," Benny said after some thinking.

I let him sit on a stool that I had in my workshop. I started to work on the frame and in the meanwhile asked Benny all kinds of questions.

"Benny, if you look back, do you remember what was your main motive to follow Frankie?"

"I had noticed he slipped away more often and I wanted to see who he was meeting and why."

"And why did you decided to snitch on him and Mr. Dressner?"

"I don't know," Benny said.

"Yeah right. Well you're going to tell sooner or later."

I had finished constructing the frame, but it needed to be painted. I decided to use the lacquer I normally use for the violins. When it was done I put it away to let it dry and took Benny back upstairs.

As we were entering the hall Joey was coming down the stairs, addressing me in fear. He wanted me to come upstairs with him. Because it sounded very serious I followed him. As we were at the top of the stairs, Frankie and George were just stepping out of the bathroom. George looked much better now that he had a good shave.

"George, will you look after Benny, while I look at what's going on here?"

"Sure."

George noticed Benny was not comfortable about him and Frankie sharing the bathroom. He had a hunch what it could be, but decided not to push it right now. He already had a plan how to address this issue.

In the meantime, I had followed Joey and saw Stefanie lying in bed. Immediately Joey bowed his head in shame and whispered to me: "I broke her."

Then I noticed the red stain. I gave a big sigh. I saw the glistening on his cheek. I immediately put an arm around his shoulder and hugged him.

"Don't worry. I'm not mad. I just hope you were really sure about it."

"Yes. But I wounded her." Joey said in despair.

"That's because you broke through her hymen. That's what happens when a girl looses her virginity. Don't worry. She's not going to bleed to death."

Then I sat down on the bed.

"Okay if I take a look?"

Stefanie nodded carefully and I examined her girlhood. It was very clear. My son had broken her hymen. But it was already healing and it seemed that the big bleeding had stopped. I gave both a reassuring smile. They were both very relieved when I explained things to them. Since Stefanie had almost completely healed again, I asked if she felt up to coming down for diner later. She would and with that I left Joey and her alone.

Back in the hallway Charlie and Kevin had come out to see what the racket was. Charlie immediately recognized both new guests and wanted to know what had happened to Benny. After a small summary of the events Charlie didn't leave room for doubt on how he thought about Benny's actions.

Charlie and Kevin went back into their room and Benny, George, Frankie and I went back to the kitchen to prepare supper. I gave Frankie the assignment to watch Benny to make sure he didn't break his promise. In the meantime, George and I started the cooking. After an hour everything was ready and the boys went to the dining room to set the table. Now George confided me in what he thought was the reason for Benny's behavior. I first didn't want to believe it, but after remembering the events I saw George maybe had a point.

Only minutes later every body was seated. They all had resentments towards Benny, but because he was my guest they wouldn't molest him. Just before we started, I repeated my question to Benny. He bowed his head and very faintly whispered his answer. I sat next to him and was the only one who could hear him.

"Oh, you were jealous? You're in love with Frankie and wanted him to yourself? Why didn't you just tell him?"

Benny got beet red and, with an expression of terror, he looked at me and then to the others. He wanted to vanish into thin air. He panicked and grabbed his knife. But before he could stab himself I already had him in a headlock. I took the knife from him and took him on my lap.

"Calm down. Remember what you promised me?"

He carefully nodded. The tears were streaming down his cheeks. The rest of the diner he stayed on my lap. By the time we were finished everybody brought his own plate to the kitchen. I asked George to do the dishes, while I took Benny downstairs again. Frankie was eager to help his tutor.

Once back in the basement Benny asked me why I had spilled the beans? I told him that they had a right to know. I looked at the frame and it had already dried. After putting it around the picture, Benny and I took it to the hall and hung it in a prominent spot on the wall and draped a piece of cloth over it.

In the meantime, Frankie and George had been busy with the dishes. And that gave Frankie a chance to discuss it with George.

"What do you think? Did he mean it? Being in love with me?"

"I think so. Why would he lie? Besides, if he is in love, he has wonderful taste."

This made Frankie blush and he started to romp with George. After a few minutes they stopped. Right at that time I called everyone into the hall. They all gathered around the picture.

"Lady and gentlemen, welcome to the revealing of a great piece of art. Mister artist, if you would do the honors."

Frankie stepped forward and pulled off the cloth. They were all amazed at the beauty of the painting. Frankie was not used to getting this many compliments and was a bit uncomfortable with it, although it tickled his ego.

The rest of the evening we all went our ways. I stayed with Benny as a chaperon. When it had finally become bedtime, we decided that George would sleep with Frankie in his room and Benny would sleep this night in my room. It wasn't to difficult to figure out what would be going on that night. Charlie and Kevin cuddled up and so did Stefanie and Joey. Frankie and George used a lot of time to tell each other what had happened after they had lost contact. George felt sorry for the things Frankie had gone through.

Benny and I also used some time to talk.

"Do you think he will ever forgive me?"

"He already did. He told you so."

"I know, but… Do you really think he meant it?"

"Every word of it."

Then Benny rolled onto his side and started to cry himself to sleep. "Hey" I said and pulled him in close. We lay spooned. I held him in my arms and tried to comfort him. Suddenly he looked up.

"Do you think he and I will ever get together, after what I did?"

"Listen, he forgave you for what you did. That is not what will be in your way. I just don't know whether he has that kind of feelings for you. That is something he has to figure out himself. Why don't you try to sleep?"

We gave each other a small kiss and then closed our eyes. Suddenly I felt two little hands grabbing my arm and as I felt a nice pair of buttocks being pressed against my groin, my hand was directed into Benny's shorts. He lay so my fingertips were brushing his little gems and his boyhood was nicely nested in the palm of my hand.

"Why?"

"I'm sorry. I though you were already asleep." came a scared voice.

I gave him a reassuring kiss and wiggled his privates for a bit. With a sigh of relief that I wasn't mad, Benny drifted of to sleep.

The next morning we were still lying in the same position and my hand was still in his shorts. There was only one difference. His little boy-member had been soft last evening; now, in the morning, Benny was sporting a nice woody and the hard piece of boy-meat was pressing against my hand. I wiggled my fingers and felt the nice little marbles slide underneath my fingertips. With my palm I squeezed and massaged his glans for a little while.

Benny started to moan softly. "I like that," he then softly whispered.

I kissed him on his neck and suggested we get up and took a shower together. Benny a bit hesitantly agreed to it. He was very shy about being naked in front of an adult. We went to the bathroom and as we entered I turned on the shower. We were just about to step under it when the door opened and Frankie and George entered.

"Oh, sorry. We'll wait." George said and wanted to leave again.

"Hold on. Benny, would you mind if they joined?"

Benny was still a bit hesitant, but then he decided that since we were all naked, it wouldn't make such a difference. Frankie and George had now already seen him. Benny and I stepped out of the shower and started to soap each other up. Meanwhile Frankie and George could use the shower to prepare their bodies for the soaping. As they were done and stepped out, Benny and I stepped back under the warm water. We helped each other to rinse off. My hands were all over Benny's smooth body. I took some extra time to make sure his genitals were clean and by the time he and I were stepping out again we both sported some nice wood.

As we dried each other off our eyes fell on the two now under the shower. Benny and I saw how George and Frankie really got into rinsing each other off. Benny bit on his underlip and moved towards the door and left. I followed him, but also noticed that Frankie had a sad look in his eyes.

I found him lying on the bed, crying, face down. I sat down on the bed and started to stroke his back. I felt sorry for the poor boy. He was really deeply in love. And seeing his love with someone else…

"Hey, come, let's get dressed and get some breakfast."

Reluctantly he obliged and went downstairs with me. After everyone had finished their breakfast, I asked Frankie, George and Benny to stay. I wanted to clear this right here and now.

"Benny, why don't you tell them what you felt, this morning."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. They have a right to know."

"I was jealous again," Benny said with his head bowed. "I hated to see you two enjoying each others company so much. I wanted to be the one that Frankie loved. I'm sorry, I know I can't make you love me. And I don't expect you to, not after what I did," Benny shouted at Frankie, tears now running wildly down his cheeks. "I just can't help it. I … I just feel so much for you."

Now Benny dropped his head onto his arms on the table and started to weep. Frankie just looked at the trembling boy. Frankie quickly walked around the table and put an arm around Benny's shoulder.

"Hey. Easy, I didn't know you felt this way." Then he looked a bit puzzled and it looked as if he remembered something. "Wait a minute. You had never joined in on the harassing of me and my brother and sister, did you?"

"How could I?" Benny said with tears still running freely, "I'm in love with you. I would never harass you or anyone you love. I hate myself for destroying your happiness with Mr. Dressner. I'm not worthy of your sympathy."

"Yes, you are. You deserve my sympathy more than anyone."

Then Frankie did something none of us expected. He took hold of Benny face and pressed his lips firmly on Benny's.

"Why?" Benny asked completely confused.

"Because you're a great guy."

"But I made you loose your lover."

"But if you hadn't, we wouldn't have ended up here." Frankie said, "And, yes, I do love George, but he's old enough to be my dad. He knows I love him, but he also says I shouldn't commit myself too much to him. He said it often enough to me, 'Find someone of your own generation'."

Benny looked at George and then back at Frankie.

"And I think I'm finding someone. I'm falling in love with your big heart, you doofus." Frankie stated.

Benny didn't know what he heard. He looked at me for some support. All I did was nod to him to show Frankie how he felt.

Benny started crying again as he hugged Frankie. But this time they were tears of happiness.

Later that day, during dinner, Frankie and Benny informed the rest about the new situation and they were all very happy that Frankie, too, had found someone special. That night George ended up in my bed and Benny and Frankie spent the night together in his room.

Epilogue

After middle school, Frankie, Joey, Kevin and Stefanie went to the Art Academy. Charlie went on to study English at university and become a famous writer, while Benny became a teacher at an elementary school.

Joey and Stefanie got married a year before graduating. They became a very happy family. They had twin boys two years after marriage and a year later a beautiful little girl.

Kevin and Charlie got married as well. Both of them became very successful. Kevin played some of the greatest concert-halls of the world and Charlie's books got translated into over thirty languages. His most successful one? "The Edwards Family" After a couple of years they decided to retire and only work if they wanted to. They had also adopted three young boys from an orphanage.

Benny and Frankie never left the nest. They stayed with George and me and all of us had the best times. We always laughed, looking back at the jealousy Benny had displayed. Everything had turned out great.

Sarah also loved the new family members. And at the wedding of Joey and Stefanie she was the luckiest mother in the world. Her precious son and the beautiful daughter she had never had. Later on Sarah moved in with the four of us and we formed one happy group of people.

The End