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The ex-cons

Ex-cons, Chapter 4

The Ex-cons

Chapter 4

Fourteen months later I threw a little party for Andy’s 24th birthday. John Boykin attended. And because I had planned ahead, Bobby Keven was able to fly down to be a surprise guest for Andy. Despite the fact that we were only a group of four, Andy seemed to have a wonderful time. I was glad that Bobby and Andy finally got to meet, but I was also glad to finally have our house back to ourselves when Bobby left to fly back to Sacramento.

Then, only two days after we had grown used to having our house to ourselves again, there was an unexpected knock at our door. Now I have to admit that because we lived rural, with the exception of U.P.S., FED-X and The U.S. Postal Service, any knock on our door was unexpected. Andy was back in his office, so I answered the knock to find a young man on our porch. He was an attractive boy, but he was wearing tattered and dirty clothing. He was looking at his shoes when I first cast my eyes on him, but he immediately looked up, and said, “Hi, I was just wondering if Andrew Gilman lives here?”

I had no idea as to who he was, and so I asked, “May I ask who’s calling?”

But before he could answer, I felt Andy at my back, and heard him say, “I know you.”

The boy looked to Andy and said, “Yea, well I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry.”

I looked to Andy, and then back to the boy before asking, “For what?”

The boy hesitated, but Andy spoke up, and said, “He’s one of the guys who mugged me in the Mc Donald’s parking lot.”

While looking at Andy, the boy said, “I just wanted to let you know that I think about you every day, and I wanted you to know that I’m really sorry for what we did.” And then he handed something to Andy, and said, “This was the only thing I got from what we took from you, and I only took it so I could always remember you.”

Andy took the card, and said, “Okay, thanks.” And then he turned to walk from the doorway. The boy thanked me, I guess for answering the door, and then he turned to walk back to the street. I closed the door and joined Andy at our living room window where we watched as the boy walked toward the street. Even though I could sense that Andy was a bit shook at being reminded of the Mc Donald’s incident, I asked, “So what did he give you?”

“My old driver’s license.” Andy said as he handed it to me. I looked at it, and my eyes were immediately drawn to Andy’s photo. Unlike most driver’s license photos, Andy’s was quite becoming, mainly because his sweet innocent personality showed through like a well-lit Christmas tree.

Andy remained silent until the boy reached the roadway where he turned to walk back toward town. To my surprise, Andy then suddenly bolted from my side, ran out of our front door, and then all the way down our drive way. I went to the front door in time to hear Andy shout for the boy to stop. The boy turned around and just stood while Andy ran up to him. They talked for some time at the side of the road, and then they shook hands. I thought that was going to be it. But then Andy turned to walk back to our house, and I was surprised to see the boy accompanying him. They walked side by side and I could tell they were talking, but they were too far away for me to hear anything of what was being said. But when they approached our porch, Andy looked to me and said, “This is Ryan Dent, Dad. He walked all the way here from town, so I thought he might like a drink of water, and maybe a ride back to Tehachapi.”

When they approached to pass through our front door, the boy held out his hand to me, and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Sir. I’m Ryan Dent.”

I shook his hand as he entered our home, and when he sat on our living room couch, I asked, “How did you find us?”

Ryan looked up and said, “The newspaper article about the incident included the name of your street, and had a picture of your house, so I just walked until I found it.”

It wasn’t until then that I noted just how beautiful Ryan was, and felt bad for the fact that he had gotten on such a bad path so early in his life. Still, I asked, “Who put you up to this?”

“No one, Sir. In fact my probation officer ordered me not to even try to contact Andrew. The only reason I came now, is that I just got off probation.”

Andy then entered the room with a glass of water that he handed to Ryan while asking, “So what happened to you after you were arrested?”

Ryan looked to Andy, and said, “I was sent to Kern County juvie for six months. And because I turned 18 while I was there, my stepfather wouldn’t let me back in his house. So I’ve been kind of homeless ever since.”

Andy looked at me, and said, “Maybe he could stay here for a few days.”

I was dumbfounded by Andy’s offer, and so I said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Son.”

Andy then quickly came back with, “But Dad, he wasn’t the one with the gun. In fact, he didn’t do or say anything throughout the whole incident. He was just there.”

“That could be Son, but we still don’t know anything about him.”

“I know, Dad, I understand that. But I need to help him.”

Ryan spoke up at that point, and said, “Maybe I should go. I didn’t come here to cause any trouble. I just wanted to tell Andrew that I think of him every day, and to let him know how sorry I am for what we did.”

Ryan didn’t actually shed a tear, but it was easy to see that he was on the verge when Andy looked at him and said, “You don’t need to go because you didn’t do anything. You were just there, that’s all.” And then Andy turned back to me, and said, “Dad, please let him stay until we can figure out some place for him to go. Look at his clothes. He needs help, and we can help him.”

I couldn’t believe how forgiving Andy was as I started to protest. But Andy interrupted me by saying, “I’ve got money, Dad, so I could pay for everything myself. Please let him stay.”

With the exception of sex, Andy asked for very little. As a result I seldom denied him anything, and Ryan’s staying with us didn’t turn out to be an exception. So I said, “Okay, I guess he can stay for a couple of days.”

Andy grabbed me and kissed me right in front of Ryan, while thanking me profusely. I couldn’t help but wonder what Ryan thought of Andy’s display of affection, but then Andy turned and hugged him.

Our small home had only three bedrooms. The master bedroom was where Andy and I slept. One of the two remaining bedrooms had become my office, while the third bedroom had become Andy’s office for his business. That left only our couch for Ryan, but he was more than appreciative of our offer and promised not to be any trouble. Andy lent Ryan a T-shirt, and a pair of shorts so they could wash and dry the clothes Ryan was wearing. Both boys spent the entire day acting more like brothers than actual brothers, and they were still awake and talking at 11: pm when I left for work. As Ryan had not inquired as to my employment, I sensed a look of shock in his eyes as I bid them good night in my uniform.

Ryan was sound asleep upon my return that following morning. But Andy was up, and even though he was only whispering, it was obvious that he was excited and anxious for us to engage sexually. I figured that he wanted to reward me for allowing Ryan to stay. And I continued to think that because as soon as he closed our bedroom door, he helped me out of my uniform. And by the time I was down to my underpants came the kicker, because it was then that Andy told me that he was going to give me an enema.

At first I didn’t think I had heard him correctly, because before that moment, when it came to enemas I had always played the parental role, and so had always been the one to administer enemas to Andy, while he always played the more submissive role as the enema recipient. But when he confirmed his intentions I knew I had been right all along, and so what Andy was intending, was “thank you sex” for letting Ryan stay with us.

Because we had just had Bobby Keven on our couch that was the first time in 6 days that Andy had suggested such involved sex. So even though I was intrigued by our switching roles, I was also reticent because we once again had a guest in our home, not twenty feet from our bedroom door.

As it turned out, Andy wouldn’t take no for an answer. And as usual, when it came to matters of sex I gave in and allowed him to proceed as he wished. I had come to know that Andy really enjoyed his enemas. Of course I had equally come to enjoy giving them to him. From all of his experience at being the recipient, Andy knew how to administer an enema in the sexiest way possible. I hadn’t been given an enema since I was a kid, so surrendering to Andy that morning was not only new for me, but a complete surprise as it was one of the most erotic moments in my life. Andy knew exactly how to lubricate and massage my anus so that I was so turned on by the time he inserted the nozzle that it was all I could do to keep from coming. And Andy knew how to keep me at the brink of orgasm all the time he was filling me, at least until he lost control just after the bag had emptied. He had removed the nozzle and was wiggling his finger up my butt when I came in an explosive orgasm, so maybe it was me who had lost control. But either way that enema wasn’t like the enemas I had been given as a kid, and even though I had thoroughly enjoyed being butt fucked by Andy many times before, surrendering my asshole to him so he could twist an enema nozzle up my butt, and then to feel that nozzle slide through my anus so it could roam around in my rectum and pass over my prostate many times as it spewed warm soapy water into my bowel was nothing like I had ever experienced before. Instead, it was the most amazingly erotic experiences of my life. And because Andy kept my dick hard through the whole experience, I was so turned on by the time I was allowed to expel that Andy brought me to a second orgasm while fucking my freshly flushed asshole.

I never felt so loved as I did the moment Andy collapsed on my back in total exhaustion from having just come up my ass. He just laid there trying to catch his breath while I savored the erotic presence of his deeply buried cock in my highly stimulated rectum. That was a perfect moment until Andy suddenly leapt from our bed. I asked why, and he whispered that he had heard something just outside of our bedroom door.

Andy pulled his underpants on while stumbling toward the door, and when he opened it he found Ryan on the floor in the hallway just outside of our bedroom. He called me to help, so I pulled my underpants on and joined him to find Ryan weeping while lying in a fetal position on the hallway floor. When I knelt to ask Ryan what was the matter, he said through tears that he didn’t mean to spy, and then he repeated over and over that he was sorry.

Andy helped me get Ryan back to the couch where we laid him down and covered him with his blanket. Ryan turned his back to us and resumed his fetal position while I once again asked what he was doing at our bedroom door. Through choking tears he only managed to say that he was “fucked up” and should be dead. Andy massaged his shoulder and back through his covers while Ryan continued to weep uncontrollably. And then Andy moved his massaging hand down to Ryan’s blanket covered rump where he totally surprised me by saying, “It’s okay, Baby. All you need is a nice warm enema to calm you down. It will help you sleep, and then we can talk all of this out when you’re feeling better.”

I don’t think Ryan fully understood Andy’s words. Still I spoke up, and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Andy.”

Andy turned to me while keeping his hand on Ryan’s blanket covered buttocks, as he said, “It probably wasn’t a good idea when you gave me my first enema. But it changed my life, and now I want to change his.” Then, while knowing Ryan could hear his every word, Andy went on to tell me, “I think I love him, Dad, so I really need to do this. Ryan stopped crying long enough to catch his breath, and ask, “How could you love me?”

And Andy said, “I don’t know. I just do. And my Dad loves you too, he just doesn’t know it yet. And then Andy asked Ryan, “So do you think you’d like a nice warm enema?”

“No,” Ryan said emphatically. “I hate those things.”

While still massaging Ryan’s rump, Andy said, “But I’ll make it real nice for you. I promise that it will help you calm down, and I’ll guarantee that you’ll like it.”

Though tears, Ryan said, “No. I mean it. I’ve always hated those things.” Yet after thinking for a few seconds, he asked, “What makes you think an enema would help, anyway?”

And Andy said, “I don’t know. I just know they always help me.”

Then Ryan asked, “Will you hurt me?”

“No,” Andy said, “We’re going to love you.”

Then Ryan asked, “Do you really think you love me?”

And Andy said, “Yes. Otherwise I’d never suggest that we give you an enema.”

Ryan then drew into an even tighter fetal position before surprising me by saying, “I was raped when I was in juvie, and I still have nightmares about that so please don’t hurt me.” And then he began to out and out weep.

Andy bent to lay his head on Ryan’s shoulder while he continued to massage Ryan’s jackknifed buttocks through his blanket, all while whispering, “We aren’t going to rape you. We’re only going to give you a nice warm enema to show you how much we love you.”

Ryan then turned so he could look back over his shoulder to me, as he asked, “Do you love me, Sir?”

I felt like it wasn’t possible for me to love him any more than I did at that moment, so I said, “Yes Ryan, we both love you.”

“Okay then, if you both love me, I’ll let you do it.”

Then Andy kissed Ryan’s neck, and said, “We both love you, Ryan. And giving you a nice warm enema is just our way of showing you that we really care for you.”

Ryan began to weep again, and so could hardly speak. But still he managed to tell Andy that he thought he loved us both, and so trusted that we wouldn’t hurt him. And after taking in a choking breath, he went on to tell us that he thought he was bad, and so didn’t understand how we could love him.

Andy patted Ryan’s buttocks. Had Ryan not been covered by his blanket Andy’s hand was so placed that he would have been patting Ryan’s anus, as Andy said, “But that’s how real love works. It doesn’t need a reason. It doesn’t need to make since. It’s just there, and it’s the most valuable thing life has to offer.” And then Andy turned to me, and said, “Please Dad, could you make an enema for Ryan. He really need one, and I don’t want to leave him.”

I bent to kiss Andy. It was the first time I kissed him in front of someone who was almost a stranger. But I loved Andy so much at that moment that I had no choice.

I left the boys in the living room to return to the master bedroom’s bathroom to make up an enema for Ryan. I only filled our two quart enema bag half full, but I worked plenty soap from our special Ivory soap bar knowing that would make Ryan’s enema more productive. When I returned to the living room, I found Andy still caressing Ryan’s buttocks while laying his head on Ryan’s should in a comforting way. Andy looked up at me, and then back down to Ryan as he pulled the covers from him. Ryan was still in a fetal position, and naked except for his underpants. Andy put his hand to Ryan’s buttocks and massaged his jackknifed butt cheeks through his underpants while saying, “Now stay relaxed, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to take your underpants down because you need to be naked for an enema.”

Ryan didn’t move or help as Andy eased his underpants over his butt cheeks, and then down and off of his legs. Once Ryan was fully naked, Andy put his hand back to Ryan’s buttocks and resumed his massage while saying “Just relax, Baby. Just let us show you how much we love you.”

Soon Andy’s middle finger found its way into Ryan’s butt cleavage, where I could soon tell that he was massaging Ryan’s anus. Ryan didn’t resist Andy’s attentions in any way, but instead moaned in a sensual way before saying, “I love this. I love you both so much.” A statement that caused me to know that Andy had fully won him over to the idea of surrendering to an enema. So while Ryan continued to moan while keeping his eyes closed, I handed a tube of Vaseline to Andy, and he immediately lifted Ryan’s right butt cheek so he could see what he was doing as he lubed Ryan’s anus. Andy didn’t hurry that step, but took his time, massaging the clutched orifice until it relaxed enough to allow his finger full entry. As I had just experienced that very same finger up my own ass, and because I could tell that Andy was maneuvering his finger within Ryan’s rectum by the muscular movements in Andy’s forearm, I knew just how much Ryan was enjoying Andy’s attentions, especially by the way he kept his eyes closed while bringing his knees even tighter to his chest as if trying to make his anus even more accessible to Andy’s probing finger.

Within seconds Ryan seemed to enter a trance like state. And even though he was in a fetal position I could still see that his penis had grown into a full erection. I let Andy massage Ryan’s rectum for some time before I handed him the enema’s hose and nozzle. Andy then bent to whisper in Ryan’s ear, telling him that it would be okay if he jacked-off if he felt that would help him take and hold his enema. While keeping his eyes closed, Ryan thanked him for that permission, but said he would be too embarrassed to do such a thing in front of us.

Andy then lifted Ryan’s right butt cheek again so he could once again see Ryan’s anus as he eased the enema nozzle fully up into Ryan’s rectum. And then, while keeping a hold on the enema hose just outside of Ryan’s anus, Andy said, “You aren’t allowed to be embarrassed in this house. It’s filled with too much love for embarrassment to exist. So now I want you to straighten your legs and turn onto your back. Come on Baby, do it now while I make sure the enema nozzle stays in place.”

Ryan slowly pushed his legs down until they were straight, and Andy assisted him onto his back while maintaining the enema nozzle’s full insertion. And once Ryan’s erect penis was fully in our view, Andy looked up to me, which I took as a signal to open the hose clamp so Ryan’s enema could begin. Andy then began to maneuver the enema nozzle around in Ryan’s rectum while we watched as his penis began to grow even bigger and harder. Soon Ryan began to show signs of stress from his expanding rectum as it stretched to accommodate the warm soapy water. And when his struggle appeared to become more challenging, Andy took notice and whispered in Ryan’s ear, “You know, I could jack your cock for you. I promise that it’ll take your mind from your enema.”

While keeping his eyes closed, Ryan said, “Please, I want that more than anything.”

Andy didn’t have to be told twice. He immediately took Ryan’s penis in his hand, and began to slowly massage it in a loving way. Andy only stroked it a couple of times before he surprised me by bending over Ryan so he could take Ryan’s turgid member in his mouth and work it over with his tongue as he continued to work the enema nozzle in Ryan’s anus. Ryan was so taken by Andy’s attentions that he began to pump jiz only a few seconds later, and Andy swallow his cum right down as he continued to work the enema nozzle that was still fully embedded in Ryan’s rectum.

The enema bag had run dry long before that point, yet I continued to hold the bag aloft while trying to process the scene that was unfolding before me. Andy continued to slowly but steadily work the enema nozzle in Ryan’s anus and rectum as he insisted that Ryan continue to hold the warm soapy water within him so it could “do its job”. And to help Ryan do that, Andy began to kiss him while he continued to manipulate the inserted enema nozzle.

You might think I would have felt threatened by that scene, but to me it was two beautiful boys being as beautiful as I could possibly imagine. As it turned out, Ryan was much calmer after he expelled his enema. And he was able to stop crying, but he couldn’t stop telling us how much he loved us.

Things didn’t exactly go perfectly after Ryan’s enema, because he continued to have occasional fits of crying for the next several days. Andy was very sensitive to Ryan’s emotions, and so two weeks later, and without discussing it with me, Andy told Ryan that he would talk to me about Ryan becoming a permanent part of our family. I didn’t learn about Andy’s offer until I returned home after an early Saturday morning shift, ready for a recuperative weekend. Both boys were awake and talking in the living room when I arived home. Andy was fully dressed as he sat on the couch where Ryan was laying while Ryan was shirtless and still under his covers. Both boy greeted me, but because I was anxious to get to bed, I left them to continue their conversation so I could get some much needed sleep.

I was just about to dose off when Andy entered our room. Ryan was at his side, still wearing only a pair of blue boxer briefs. He remained standing while Andy sat on the edge of our bed where he then reached under the covers so he could stroke my cock. Although Ryan couldn’t actually see Andy stroking my cock, I had no doubt that he knew exactly what Andy was doing as he never took his eyes from the moving covers over my crotch. That made me uncomfortable, but I became even more uncomfortable when Andy said, “I love you, Dad. I love you more than you could possibly know. But I love Ryan too.”

I started to speak, but Andy went on to say, “I need him, Dad, and he needs us. He needs us both to love him. I promise that I’ll never have sex with him unless you tell me it’s okay, and only then if you’re with us to be part of our love. But I need to be able to love him, Dad, and he and I both need for you to love us.”

I was glad that it was a Saturday, because I never did get to sleep that morning. Instead, we all went to the kitchen where the boys made a bacon and egg breakfast for us all while we discussed just how Ryan could become part of our family. Andy didn’t have to convince me that I loved Ryan. I mean, loving Ryan was all but automatic once you got to know him. Besides being quite attractive, like Andy he was irresistibly cute in an innocent boyish way. Andy just helped me realize that it was okay for me to not only love him, but to also love Ryan, and that it would therefore be right for me to adopt Ryan as my second son.

Once I agreed to the boy’s plan to expand our family, Andy wanted to celebrate my acceptance of that decision by him and Ryan bringing me to “the best orgasm of my life”. But Ryan surprised us both, by telling both Andy and me, that because we were celebrating his joining our family, that he felt it was important that he surrender himself to me. That he specifically show his father-to-be that he trusted him with his life. He wanted to show me that in his mind he was mine, that he belonged to me and that he would do anything to please me.

I told him that I only wanted to love him, and he said I had to ask for more so he could prove himself worthy of being my son. So I said, “Okay then, I’d really like to give you an enema. Andy got to give you one, so now I’d like to. And if you really want to prove your love, then you’ll let me fuck you as soon as you’ve expelled it. That may not sound like a lot to you, but it would mean everything to me, especially if Andy helps me like I helped him when he gave you that first enema.”

Ryan smiled, and said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’d love that. I hated the two enemas my mother gave me when I was a boy, but I love the way you guys give them. So you can give me as many as you want, and I’ll take and hold them for as long as you want. And I’ll take your cocks up my butt any time you want that too.”

I pulled Ryan into an embrace, and then kissed him. Once again he got teary while thanking me for loving him in much the same way Andy used to express his appreciation for my taking him into my life.

As it turned out, Andy and I gave Ryan an enema in our bed, and once he had taken it I teased his anus and rectum into a highly erotic state with my inserted finger. And while doing all of that, I sucked him to orgasm. Andy helped by hugging and kissing us both until Ryan came in my mouth. And only after several minutes had passed after Ryan’s orgasm, did I let him up to expel his enema. And when he was through on the toilet we all showered together where I fucked Ryan in a standing position while Andy sucked him to yet another orgasm.

After our shower we all returned to our bed where both boys expressed so much joy over the prospect of us all becoming a family, and how wonderful they thought it was going to be with all three of us sleeping together in the only real bed in our house. We then had what I could only call, a regular hugging and kissing fest until we finally fell asleep. I slept for almost four hours, and when I awoke I found Andy and Ryan kissing. And because Ryan’s buttocks was pushed into my tummy, I reached down and cupped his butt cheeks while placing the pad of my middle finger squarely on his anus. He turned from Andy and just looked at me for the longest time before saying, “God I love you. I just hope you love me as much as I love you.”

I then wrapped my arms around Ryan, and said, “To me, you and Andy are perfect. And I loved the way you took your enema this morning. And I really loved the way you let me play in your cute little butthole while you held it. And I really loved the way you felt inside, and the way your rectum seemed to love every movement of my finger all the time it was up your butt. You may not think that stuff is important, but it means everything to me, and I can assure you that it’s important to Andy too. But do you know what I love most about you?”

“No, what?” Ryan asked as I slowly forced my finger back up his butt.

“The same thing Andy loves about you. Your sweet innocent little boy personality. In other words, Andy and I love the real you, the boy who wants and needs to be part of our family. The boy who loves us, and needs to be loved by us. I can assure you that neither Andy nor I will ever get tired of who you are.”

Ryan kissed me and squeezed my inserted finger with his anal/rectal muscles as he said, “Thanks, Dad. Can I start calling you Dad now, or do I have to wait?”

“No, you can call me Dad from now on, especially if you’ll keep letting me fuck your humpy little fanny even though you’re legally going to become my son?”

Andy had repositioned himself so he could lick and kiss Ryan’s butt cheeks. And when I turned Ryan on his belly so I could fuck him again, Andy shifted to licking and kissing my butt and anus. And when I really got into fucking Ryan, Andy shifted once again so he could fuck me until we all came to an incredibly powerful family orgasm.

That was it. It was as if that encounter was our wedding ceremony, a ceremony that we all participated in, and a ceremony that ended Ryan’s insecurities. And as impossible as this may seem, the sex that had brought us all together has proved to be the glue that continues to hold us together in an unbreakable bond.

Ryan’s adoption was finalized 6 months and 12 days later, making Andy and Ryan brothers, and me the proud father of two of the most wonderful sons a man could ask for. So there I was, before I even reached the age of 30, the proud father of a family who not only slept together, but who also played sexual games together that brought us more happiness than any straight family could possibly imagine.

As time passed Andy and Ryan became business partners of sorts. They legally operate as a single business with Andy selling his discount sun glasses and costume jewelry, while Ryan specialized in small lawn and garden tractors and their attachments. He also sold other standalone equipment, such as gas powered log splitters, snow blowers, and other outdoor equipment that he could have ‘drop shipped’ directly from their manufacturers to the homes of his on-line customers.

Both boys are doing amazingly well, and are planning to expand their business to include even more products in the future. And just so you’ll know, Andy, Ryan, and I well understand that our solution to making our lives perfect wouldn’t be right for most people. But I know that our way of life is absolutely right for us, as I can assure you that none of us could be happier living any other way.

* The End *