Paternity, Fraternity, Equality - Chapter 4A year later, Uncle Matt moved in. It wasn't easy for them during that year living apart. They both agreed that it wasn't the time, nor was where they worked the place, to be open about themselves.
Matt searched for a new job. The move came just a month after his farewell party, hosted by his good buddy and coworker, Perry.
Even after he moved in, for the boys sake, they maintained separate bedrooms. It was an unwritten agreement that both beds always got tossed around in each night . . . for at least fifteen minutes.
Sometimes, as Tom and Tim grew up, Matt and Perry were both away on business trips on the same nights. There were just some things they enjoyed too much, too vocally to risk having the twins hear them. Perry's dream of Matt under him. That was one. Matt loved having Perry mounted, beaming down at him, pumping and grunting. But Matt wasn't able to contain himself when they were making love. Once in New Orleans they got a call. Seemed someone though there was a murder or at least assault and battery happening in their room. After that Matt tried whenever possible to book them into gay owned or gay friendly accommodations. Perry, still the innocent in so many ways, was amazed to find there were such places almost anywhere they wanted to visit.
Regardless of how cautious or circumspect they were it soon became clear that Tom and Tim understood the relationship between their father and their uncle. Finally when the twins were sixteen they sat down and, for the first time, talked about it openly. The boys surprise them with their attitude. They had grown to love both of the men in their lives and felt that what they did together in private, how they felt about each other, was no ones business outside of the family. Not that there was blatant discussion of gay sex with the twins. Perry wasn't comfortable with that. Matt figured they already knew all there was to know. The boys never took the discussion in that direction, didn't seem to care.
When Tom and Tim turned nineteen, actually on the night of their birthday party, the reason for their easy acceptance of what had happened and their assumed lack of interest in talking about the sexual aspect of their parent's life became clear. The party was small and quickly over. The twins were going bar hopping, now that they were legal. One of their friends accepted the position of designated driver and with much trepidation and possibly too many words of caution, Perry and Matt let them go.
Perry heard them come in, trying to be quiet, not doing it too well. Stumbling down the hall, giggling and calling each other names he followed their progress until he heard the click of their door, the thump of shoes (or something) on the floor and then silence. He drifted off to awake with Matt shaking him.
"Hey, daddy, come see what your boys have been up to," he whispered. Putting a finger to his lips he lead Perry to the door of the twins bedroom. It was half open. Either Tim or Tom had gone out to the bathroom and not shut the door upon returning.
Bright moonlight streamed through the three windows on the far wall illuminated the room. One bed sat mussed but empty. The other with the bead spread kicked onto the floor at the foot of the bed contained both Tim and Tom sound asleep. Matt quickly put his hand over Perry's mouth before he could start yelling, or whatever a father might do. Although the twins were sleeping it was obvious that more had been going on before they dozed off. Crystal clear, in fact. Tim's face was pressed in Tom's crotch. And, even though snoring, Tom still had Tim's young cock, half hard, in his mouth as was using it like a pacifier. Matt pushed Perry out of the room, silently shaking with laughter. Perry looked at him and shook his head in disgust.
"Fucking chips off the old block," muttered Matt as they entered his bedroom.
Perry softly shut the door and stood trembling, fire in his eyes. "Bull shit." His voice was low and harsh, filled with barely contained fury. "Perverted by me bringing a damn queer into the house."
The argument lasted until dawn. Actually it wasn't much of an argument. Matt just let Perry get it out of his system looking at him with eyes filled with pain and tears. Perry was adamant. Matt was to move out immediately. Only then did Matt speak out instead if just nodding or shaking his head as Perry riled on.
"Lover you know I didn't pervert them nor did you. It just happens. It's already happened. Kicking me out will not make the twins innocents again. If they ever were innocents."
Perry wasn't in a mood to listen to logic. He finally lost all control with Matt's last remark. He was hurt, feeling guilty and striking out. Matt understood. Tried to get him to lower his voice. With that Perry began to curse, accusing Matt of sleeping with the boys, converting them for his own pleasures, turning the house into a queer academy of sexual perversity.
The door flew open banging against the wall. There stood the two reasons for Perry's rage.
"Dad, you're wrong," said Tim.
"Matt's not at fault and neither are you," said Tom.
Both boys wore serious and solemn faces . . . and nothing else. They had hear the mumbling and came into the hall as the volume increased. They had heard everything when Perry had gotten louder and louder.
"We knew about ourselves before you knew about yourself, dad." Tim tried to crack a smile.
"We knew we were different before Matt ever showed up. Figured we were gay when we were twelve." Tom looked Perry right in the eyes unblinking.
"My sons are not queer!" Perry voice was lower but still filled with anger.
"Why not, what's wrong with being queer? Why is it wrong for us but OK for you? So we like to suck cock." Tim's voice was now at the same level as his fathers.
"And all the rest. Who are we hurting? Come on dad, chill out." Tom still had his eyes locked with Perry's but his voice was calmer, softer but cutting into Perry like a knife.
Perry let out a sob. Leaning against the wall he slowly sunk to the floor. His face was ashen as tears welled in his eyes. He broke eye contact with Tom and looked at Matt.
"I'm sorry. I've really fuck it up this time, haven't I." It wasn't a question. Just a statement made with a pleading look at Matt.
Matt jerked his head at the boys, shooing them out of the room. Crouched beside Perry he held out his arms. Perry collapsed, his body wracked with sobs, his tears wetting his face and Matt's chest. Holding him tightly, he stroked and soothed Perry whispering softly in his ear. Perry had been on an emotional roller coaster that had crashed. Gradually he calmed. Matt helped him across the room and got him into bed. He snuggled in beside Perry, lightly caressing him until he finally drifted into a fitful sleep. Matt called in sick for both of them.
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