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The minute the new transfer student came into my first period class I thought he looked familiar. There's no way I could've known this Adam Franklin though. Still, just seeing him brought back plenty of memories. Mitch Taylor and I grew up together, he was just a year older than me and the nearness of our houses made us be best buddies whether we wanted to or not. During the summer after my graduation I was eighteen then) we got into a lot of serious butt-fucking and other fairly kinky stuff. Our parents and other friends had no idea we were making it every chance we got. Who would suspect it? After all, our interests were very different. He was into athletics and I was a scholar. He was big and brawny and crude while I was polite and friendly and personable. Yeah, I was good looking but not in the same way as he was. Somehow, he seemed to reek of sexuality. Whenever he'd undo his shirt buttons I would throw an immediate hard-on just seeing the thick blanket of dark hair that coated his chest and belly. Even as an adult I don't have a great deal of body hair, certainly back then I had nothing to compare to Mitch's full body-coat. Mine was a somewhat middle-class upbringing, and when it came to me going to college, I wished I could've gotten a scholarship to the same place where Mitch was. Unfortunately I had to opt for the biggest amount of money rather than being able to be with my long-time lover. Midway through my freshman year of college he announced he was getting married and I was devastated. I just kept thinking over and over that he and I belonged together. Having him ask me to be his "best man" was like a final slap in the face, but I agreed to do it anyway. I hadn't seen him since the previous summer, but came home on a long weekend for the wedding. At the bachelor party there were plenty of Mitch's big macho college buddies (all members of the football team), who drank and swore and made crude comments about the stripper who practically sat on Mitch's face with absolutely nothing on. I wanted to leave, but figured it would look bad. Mitch's father had been there early, but left before things started to get really raunchy. "You guys go ahead and have a good time" he said, adding to Mitch that he probably wouldn't be seeing him until the next day. (That indicated to me that either Burke Taylorr wasn't planning to spend the night at his house or that he didn't really expect Mitch to be home). All of the guys there were so drunk! Each one was completely out of control, some running to the john to throw-up, and others not even making it there. Mitch came up next to me and said, "Hey Dane, let's get out of here and go somewhere we can be alone". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "C'mon I've already gotten us a room at the dive motel next door. It's not very nice but it'll do for us right?" he went on. We were barely inside the room before I had my hands all over him, yanking at his buttons to get at his muscular, hair-coated chest. Our lips met and he pulled my tongue deep into his mouth so that I could taste the booze he'd been drinking all night. He wasn't drunk though, and neither was I. "Oh God I've missed you!" I told him, and he put an end to my talking by kissing me again, this time with his tongue doing the probing inside my mouth (and halfway down my throat it seemed). Somehow we managed to get our clothes off and I couldn't get over how great he looked. Damn, it was as if every time I saw this guy he was a bit more heavily coated with thick dark hair than the time before. I ran my hands and face and lips through the dense blanket of curls before dropping to my knees in front of him to take his huge semi- hard cock in my mouth. I'm hung pretty good (right around 9 inches) but Mitch has a good two inches on me, and his is thicker too. With a body as hairy as his though, he could've had some short little pencil-dick and I'd be happy. It didn't take long for me to make him cum the first time. He fucked my face and I squeezed his big egg- shaped balls in just the right way to make him hold off until I was ready to have my gut flooded. Then I reached around and touched the opening of his hairy butt-crack and pushed into him to make him blow an enormous load directly into my belly. We moved to the bed and I pulled my knees up to my chest to expose my horny ass-hole to him. By this time of day he had quite a heavy amount of rough whiskers on his face, and when he pressed his face against my smooth butt, I nearly came on the spot. After just a few minutes of his tongue action on my ass, I was begging to be fucked. And fucked I was.....over and over all night long. I lost count of how many times he exploded up my butt. I kept up with him, though most of my loads were "wasted" by shooting them all over his hairy chest and belly and face and chin and legs. I'd start out by lapping my own spunk off his rugged body and that would be enough to get him going again. Our wake-up call came at 8:00 AM, though we didn't need it, since we'd been going at it all night long and didn't even think about sleeping. As I lay nestled in the thick blanket of fur on his chest, he kissed me gently on the forehead and whispered ,"I love you Dane". "Then why are you marrying her?" I asked him at last, trying to get some kind of explanation for his sudden change of heart. "Because she's pregnant of course!" he replied, and I felt somewhat better. "Lots of girls are starting to have babies and keep them without getting married, or she could put the kid up for adoption?" I suggested, but he cut me off. "No way! I won't let my kid grow up like I did. He's gonna' have a father and a mother when he grows up!" I understood his reference to the fact that his mother had left his dad when Mitch was still a little kid. His dad had never remarried but he must've had girlfriends over the years. All those times that Burke Taylor would call to say that he was staying out for the night had made it easy for Mitch and me to do what we liked best on weekends, but it didn't make for a very stable home-life. "You sure it's your kid?" I asked him, and he gave me a resigned nod. "Hell, we tried using condoms but they kept breaking, and she never got around to making an appointment to get birth-control pills". "This is my last time with another guy Dane, and I wanted it to be with you". He kissed me again and I wiped my tears into the mat of hair that coated him. I almost didn't make it through the toast to the bride and groom. Had it not been the duty of the best man, I would've not done it and I felt like a real hypocrite the whole time I was giving my best wishes to the bride and groom. The happy couple left the reception and I went to the bar fully intent on getting completely shit-faced drunk. I was still only eighteen then, but the bartender had been hired for the reception and didn't care if I was legal or not. I ordered a refill on my vodka and heard a familiar voice behind me. "Want some company?" Burke said, and I was tempted to tell him I'd prefer to be alone. Instead I said "Sure, have a seat" and I called for the bartender to bring my former fuck-buddy's dad a drink. "This was all kind of sudden wasn't it?" he said to me, and I nodded at him as I took a big gulp of my drink. "I told him things weren't the same as when his mom and I had to get married. Hell, 20 years ago it was the thing to do when you got some girl pregnant. It didn't matter that I was only seventeen and would have to forget about college and get a shit job with a shit salary to have a shit life". "At least the girl's got money so he won't have to quit school. I'm just not sure she's right for him," Burke continued and I wanted to blurt out that he was absolutely right to be concerned. The person who was right for him was me but I couldn't say that. We stayed there and kept drinking for a while and finally Burke realized that he had no car. One of Mitch's college team-mates had driven all the others to the train station and was to leave Burke's car there. I offered to give him a lift to the station, but he said he'd get the car in the morning. "How about a ride home Dane, it's on your way I know". I pulled into the driveway between our two houses and he invited me in for a drink. "Your folks are gone right?" he said. They'd been invited to the hastily planned wedding, but had plans for the weekend that couldn't be changed on such short notice. (Mitch's mother had been invited also, but she didn't show). I'd already changed out of my tux into normal clothes back at the reception hall, but Burke was still wearing his. It was easy to see where Mitch had gotten his good looks. While he had a son aged twenty, Burke wasn't yet forty and he looked damned good in his formal clothes. Once inside the house he said that he had to get out of his "monkey-suit" and that I should make myself at home. "Fix yourself a drink Dane, and one for me too" he called out from the bedroom down the short hallway from the kitchen area. I knew my way around the house. It was designed exactly like ours next door and every one up and down the block. I stood in the doorway of Mitch's bedroom and recalled all the time we'd spent in there with Mitch's big cock buried deep up my ass-hole, my legs wrapped around his hairy butt to force him even further up inside me. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't hear Burke come up behind me. "Lots of memories here aren't there?" he said and I jumped at the sound of his voice. He laughed and apologized for startling me and I stepped back to see that he'd changed his clothes. Well, sort of changed his clothes. He'd taken the tux off and pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans and a shirt, but the shirt was completely unbuttoned. If it was clear where Mitch had gotten his good looks it was even more obvious where he'd gotten his hairiness. Jesus, the man was like a fucking gorilla with a coat of hair so thick and dark that most people would consider it grotesque. Not me though, I thought he looked great! I looked at him, saw the glint in his eye and realized all of sudden that I had no reason to be pining away for Mitch when his big bear of a daddy was right here with me. "Wanna' fuck around?" he asked me, reaching down and rubbing his hand against my crotch before I could even indicate my willingness to comply with his suggestion. We never made it as far as his bedroom, I couldn't wait that long to get at him and we ended up right there in Mitch's room, the place where I'd done this so many times before. Somehow though, every time I'd ever done it with Mitch seemed to pale by comparison to my first night with his father. At 37, Burke Taylor was in his prime, an "older" man with plenty of experience under his belt (no pun intended!). The best thing about him (as compared to his hunky son) was that Burke seemed to like being fucked almost as much as he liked pumping his big donkey-dick into me. He had a couple of inches on his son, one in length and at least another in cock thickness. Burke stretched my ass-hole farther than Mitch ever had, and when I sat bouncing up and down with his straight-up cock up my hole I could practically feel the huge hard organ up in my throat from the inside. Later on, as I fucked his ass doggie-style from behind I was as excited as I always used to be doing it face- to-face with his son. You see, Burke's back was as hairy as Mitch's chest and belly, if not even more so. The next morning, after we'd absolutely fucked one another ragged we just sort of laid around there in Mitch's bed. "What made you so sure I'd go for this?" I asked him, and his answer shocked me. "Mitch told me you'd be horny as a bitch in heat by the end of the reception, that I'd easily be able to get you in the sack" Burke admitted to me. "He told you about us!?" I said, hardly able to fathom the idea that my best friend had told his own father about fucking me. "Hell yeah, where do you think he learned everything he knows about man-to-man sex.?" Burke said. I could hardly wait to get home for summer vacation that year. I'd written Burke a number of letters, telling him in graphic detail exactly how I wanted to spend the next three months. My phone calls to him were unanswered (this was in the days before everyone had a machine for messages) and I was greatly surprised to see a "FOR SALE" sign on his house when I got home in May. As betrayed as I'd felt by Mitch getting married the month before, I felt doubly so by the fact that Burke had left town with no explanation and no forwarding address. After Burke I'd decided I didn't need to be hurt like that again and I pledged to myself never to get involved with another guy. I finished up my college education and got my first teaching job back in my old home-town. My parents had both retired and moved to Florida, having sold their house (the one right next door to Burke's,) so I had no daily memories there to contend with. I was one of two new teachers hired that year, the other being an attractive young French teacher. I guess it was a matter of convenience or just going through what was expected of us, but we ended up getting married a couple of years later. I won't say I was unhappy, but neither was I as wonderfully ecstatic as I'd been with Mitch as a teenager or with his father for about a month following Mitch's wedding. No children.....we each had plenty of "kids" at school. In fifteen years of teaching I'd never cheated on my wife --- I didn't want to chance getting hurt again. But then Adam Franklin came! He came into my class that first day....no he strutted into my class and sat down in the front row giving me his surly "fuck-you" attitude. Like I say, he looked familiar to me right away, but I knew I didn't know him or his parents....had never even known anyone named Franklin (other than Ben, of course!) Adam transferred in at an awkward time as a senior. He appeared to be older than most of my other senior students although a glance at his transcripts told me he'd been born in October and was already eighteen. I had other students whose birth date had caused them not to be able to start Kindergarten until they were almost six years old, but none of them were quite so "mature" looking as Adam. He was sent to the dean of students right away that first week of school because of violation of dress code. In our somewhat conservative school it was written into the student handbook that they couldn't wear "inappropriate" clothing, nor could the male students have a beard. Adam had come one Monday wearing a pair of cut-offs slit up the side to show plenty of hairy upper thigh and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a week (at least it seemed that compared to other students in his class). "Honest Mr. Conrad" he'd insisted to the dean, "I got up late this morning and didn't have time to shave or I'd be late". He added that he wasn't aware of the policy against wearing tank-tops quite so low-cut and revealing as his was. Adam's shirt was one which allowed plenty of his well-haired chest to be displayed for any girl who cared to see it.....and there were plenty! John Conrad snagged me in the hallway and asked what my schedule was for the rest of the day. As it turned out I had a prep period, followed by a monthly department meeting (which was cancelled because the dept. head was sick) and then a class of sophomores who'd been earlier in the day bussed across town for a theatrical production. That meant that I was essentially finished for the day and I told John I was pretty much free. "Would you do me a big favor and drive this Franklin kid home. He's causing too much trouble being here today, and neither of his folks are home to pick him up!" "Yeah sure, no problem" I said, without even thinking about the consequences. My wife had gone with the group across town and would be home later that evening, so I was on my own for dinner. All the way to his house I tried not to stare at Adam's hairy legs, his well-built upper body, and the blanket of hairs that spilled out the top and sides of his open tank top. Forget about the mature beard, I figured that he was lying about that, that he'd probably shaved last on the previous Friday morning and let his whiskers go for the whole weekend. Too bad if he got up late on Monday, he still needed to follow the rules. I pulled up in front of the house to which Adam had given me directions. He opened the door and appeared to get out, but then stopped and sat back down in the passenger seat of my Nissan. "Hey, you wanna' go inside and fool around?" he said out of the blue, and I gave him a look of disbelief. "Huh, what makes you think I'd consider something like that?" I asked him. "C'mon Reed, you've been eyeing me since the first day I set foot in your class. I know your type. You dig guys with hairy bodies and it sort of doesn't matter whether they're eighteen or close to forty or well into their sixties. I'm ready for anything you want to do man!" "I think you'd better get out!" I said firmly and Adam did as told. As he walked up the sidewalk to the house though, I couldn't keep my eyes off the back of his well-packed cut-offs, his hairy legs and recalling the image of his well-furred chest, arms and shoulders. Jesus, what was I doing? I drove away from the house, got about three blocks away and then turned back to the Franklin home. He took his time answering my knock, almost as if to tease me into thinking that he wasn't coming. When he did open the door though it was a sight well worth the wait. He'd shed his shirt but kept the cut-offs on. "I figured you'd be back" he said rudely, and I knew I was in no position to bargain. He knew he had me by the balls (in more than one way) and I shut the door behind us. "What if your folks come home?" I asked him several hours later, after he'd pumped what seemed like a bucket of come up my ass. He assured me that wouldn't happen. "My mom's showing houses until 10:00 tonight and dad's out of town at a big convention. What about your wife?" he asked me, and I said she wouldn't be home for a while--frankly, I didn't give a shit! Now, here's the real outrageous part of this whole story. It didn't take me long to sort the whole thing out. Adam Franklin looked familiar to me for good reason. It turned out that he'd been adopted by the man his mother married shortly after his birth. His natural father was so committed to the idea that he grow up with two parents that he was willing to give the boy up for adoption after he and he wife of less than a year split up. When Sheila Jones Franklin married her second husband, Mitch Taylor signed off on the papers to give full custody to the boy's step-dad. He did it though, with a stipulation that he could spend some time with the boy each summer. Adam had picked up a couple of traits from his mom..... his arrogance as a result of years of financial privilege as well as his blue eyes and somewhat blondish hair (though it was well-mixed with a considerable amount of darker color, especially on his chest and all over his beautiful ass!). He indicated to me that his dad and grandfather had been living together ever since his mom and dad had split up. That explained why Burke had put his house up for sale so abruptly and moved away. Adam arranged a meeting among the four of us for the following weekend. And what a glorious weekend it was! I admitted my true feelings to my wife of 15 years and found her oddly receptive to my offer for a financial settlement in return for my freedom. It wiped out my savings account, but meant that I was free to spend the rest of my life with Burke, Mitch and Adam. I moved my meager belongings into the place that Mitch and his father occupied, and within a week of his Graduation, Adam did the same. You have no idea what it's like living with these three men -- three generations of the same characteristics, with each generation being in some ways better than the other. Eat your heart out guys!