We had just moved into our new home in Tulsa. After three corporate related moves in the past three years, my family was tired of moving and ready to settle down and put down permanent roots. Our college aged son and his two high school aged brothers balked at the latest move because they had become very popular at their last school. My wife and I had sired three strapping, muscular, handsome young men who were popular with both sexes. The stress of the move was alleviated somewhat when we found a home in a very secluded location that just happened to have a pool.
By Tulsa standards, we were a very liberal family. My wife and I had grown up as products of California "flower children". Peace, love, drugs, and rock-n-roll were more than just catch phrases in our 60's-era homes. We were both raised by very loving parents who encouraged us to embrace our fellow man and to experiment with life to its fullest. At a very young age I experienced sex at the hands of a family friend, all under the careful and watchful eye of my parents. Today, such an experience could be viewed as abusive, as child endangerment, or some other crazy notion. But, I can tell you that it was loving and beautiful. To this day, I believe my parents did the right thing for me, because I appreciate the human form and feel that I know what love is all about.
My wife, too, grew up with a similar healthy attitude about love and sex. And, we were mutual in our desire to give the same thing to our sons.
In the 70's, before AIDS and other socio-political scares, I experimented in all areas of loving, including loving other men. It was just as wonderful and just as special as loving a woman. Given our environment, there was no stigma whatsoever attached to having any sort of gay relationship. My parents both believed I would eventually find and embrace the lifestyle that was right for me. I know they would have been just as loving and just as accepting had I decided to live as a gay man for all my days. They were, however, elated that I found a wife of similar beliefs, but more importantly, that we were able to give them three grandsons.
Jenny, my wife, went on her own sexual identity journey and had many female lovers during her teens and twenties. Even while we were dating, engaged, and even after we married, we both continued to explore our sexuality with the blessing of the other.
It was, and continues to be, a great way to live one's life. Jenny and I are both open and accepting bisexuals.
With the guidance of both our parents, and our own desires to provide the same love to our sons, we have encouraged our boys to explore and find their own sexual identities. Because of this, it is not unusual for any of our sons to be with a girl on Friday night and a boy on Saturday night. The difference today is our demands upon their practices of safe-sex and that they show a certain amount of discretion in their activities in our new, and ultra-conservative community. Their lifestyles aren't necessarily understood by the church-going crowd in Tulsa.
During the short time since moving into our new home, all three boys have made a number of friends. Kids seem to gravitate toward our home, not only just for our incredible swimming pool, but also because of our home environment. It is a bit more permissive than most local bible-thumper homes. There always seems to be at least one son and a handful of friends over using the pool. The remoteness of our property allows them the opportunity to enjoy themselves in total privacy, without prying eyes or ears.
I provide all this information as a back-drop to an incredible experience that happened just a few months ago, and has continued to impact our lives in a spectacular way.
Jenny and the boys had to make a trip back to California to tie up some loose ends back at the business we sold before moving to Oklahoma. They opted to make the drive back west and would be gone for ten days or so. I, however, remained in Tulsa to stay focused on our new business venture. They're being gone allowed me to put in the time necessary at the office without feeling like I was cheating the family out of time at home. Before they left, however, our youngest son, Jimmy (yes, as in Hendrix), told a couple of buddies that it would be okay if they used the pool while he was out of town. I had no problem with it, since these were good kids just looking for a safe and quiet place to enjoy themselves.
One evening after an exceptionally tedious day at the office, I walked through the front door and upon looking though the great room to the pool, saw that Zach and Ray, a couple of Jimmy's friends were bouncing around out at the pool. As it was still daylight out, I had no reason to turn on any lights, so my entrance went totally un-noticed by the boys. I was a little disappointed in finding them, because for the last two hours, I kept myself going with the thought of going home, stripping down and taking a leisurely skinny-dip to unwind. With that prospect gone by the wayside, I decided to just relax in the den, listen to some tunes, and keep a watchful eye on the boys.
I changed into some comfortable shorts, t-shirt and Birkenstocks, grabbed a bottle of Anchor Steam, and proceeded to the den. I put on and old Grateful Dead live album and fell into the chair.
I didn't mean to just sit and spy on the kids. I had every intention of making my presence known as soon as I had the opportunity to slightly re-charge my batteries. However, as I sat, I suddenly noticed two things that had changed since I had arrived. First, I noticed that two incredibly beautiful females were also in the pool area. They had been out of sight, sunning themselves on the upper patio. They could've been 16 years old. They could've been 18 or even 21. Their bodies were properly developed in all the right places and their stomachs and legs indicated that they were prone to taking care of themselves in the gym. The most incredible feature was the fact that both of these gorgeous brunettes were topless. The lack of tan lines indicated that they were not strangers to topless sunning.
As I collected myself and chastised myself for lusting after two such young creatures, my sight was directed to the other change. There was Zach on our diving board, getting ready to jump in. Ray was treading water in the area where Zach would hit. Zach was totally naked. He had the build of a tennis player... thin, muscular (but not muscle bound), and toned. There was no excess on his body anywhere, except for the piece of man meat hanging between his legs. Flaccid, Zach had probably six or seven inches. I cannot imagine what the thing would look like fully erect. Yet, I secretly hoped I would get the chance.
Zach jumped once, then twice, on the diving board to get substantial spring. I was transfixed on the muscle between his legs as it bounced with each jump. Then, in all his naked splendor, he jack-knifed and went head-first into the water.
Moments later, he came up out of the water, in a lip lock with his friend Ray. I couldn't believe my eyes. These two hot studs were making out right there in the deep end of my swimming pool. It was apparent that they weren't rookies at this. They were locked into a deep, tonsil-tickling display. Expecting the look of alarm, I peered at the two girls over at poolside. They were fairly non-responsive to the sight before them.
The two friends (and I guess, lovers), treaded water as one for several seconds, remaining in their frantic kiss. Simultaneously, they made their way to the shallow water. As soon as they had solid footing in the pool, Ray's head suddenly disappeared under the water. Through the splashing and shimmering water, I could make out that Ray was paying some sort of oral attention to Zach. Every 20 or 30 seconds, Ray would come up for air, and then go back down to additionally service his friend.
Lust took over the two boys and Ray was unable to get all the cock he wanted with his underwater ministrations. After a few minutes, Ray lifted his naked friend to the side of the pool. With Zach's legs dangling into the water, Ray positioned himself between the teen's legs and proceeded to give the boy a proper blow job.
