(Mark's POV - Wed. 10 December 2014)

"Maaaaaark!!! I'm home, Sweetheart!!!"

"Fuck!!" I groan in a low voice, already shoving the towel I used to clean off my juices from my stomach underneath my pillows and I barely have time to tuck my junk back inside my pants before my bedroom door opens.

Shit! I thought my mother would spend a bit more time at her friend's!

I love my mother. I am fully aware of how much of an understanding and tolerant person she is. Always openminded, very supportive, she's probably the best in the whole universe. I love that she never failed her gay son or that she immediately accepted the fact that I am into BDSM. For fuck's sake, she even approved my three-way relationship with Shannon and Alex!

But there is no way – and I really mean NO WAY – that I can let myself get caught jacking off by my mother at the age of 29! Thank goodness, I have been fast enough and even though my boys' shocked expressions distract me a tad bit, I have recovered my complete self-control, smiling when my mother walks into my bedroom. My moves are natural as I pull on the lid of my laptop, effectively shutting the connection with Shan and Alex, then shift my hand to innocently scratch my stomach.

"Hey, Mom, already back?" I ask in a soft voice.

I'm not the least bothered by the fact that I am bare-chested, but I don't really like the way she's squinting at me, her brows furrowing suspiciously, because it usually means that she's reading through me or that she's caught me with my hand in the cookie jar – or in my pants for that matter.

"How did it go?" I still manage with a steady voice. "Did you have a good time? How is Suzie doing?"

Shoot questions before she can ask any! This is how things work with my mother and I've been practicing this technique for years!

"It went well and Suzie's doing good. Did I interrupt something by any chance?" she asks dubiously.

Yeah, way to go, Mark! You can't teach an old dog new tricks! Remember she taught you!

It's true I learned a lot from my mother, but I have also grown up and matured, and I scarcely blush anymore, so I can still look confident enough.

"Not really, Mom, I was just reviewing figures. My new brasserie's first week of existence was fantastic," I reply proudly, and this time, I think she buys it.

"Congratulations, Sweetheart," she comments with a warm smile. "You should wear a tee-shirt, though, it's not that warm in your bedroom..."

Oh, Mom... You have no idea how hot it was just a few minutes ago...

"Yeah, you're right," I concede, just to please her. "What time do you want to leave to go and see Dad?"

"In an hour or so should be fine."

"Perfect! I just need to make a few phone calls and I'll be ready."

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit then!"

Once she has turned around and shut the door, I allow myself a sigh of relief, but the next second, she opens it again with a serious expression on her face.

"Mark, put a shirt on and open your windows," she says quickly before she disappears again.

"You just said it wasn't that warm in my bedroom!" I shout through the door, rolling my eyes.

Wrong move, Mark, wrong move!!!

She just reopens the door and pops her head in, wrinkling her nose as she sniffs a couple of times.

"You know what I mean, Darling..."

And with that, she's gone again.

Holy shit! So, she didn't buy my excuses. What the hell does she think I was doing though? Watching porn on my laptop? Well, guess what? I'm not going to ask her for more explanations, this is embarrassing enough!

This reminds me of a terrible Saturday back in 2002...

The guys and I were 16, not quite advanced in terms of sexuality – even retarded for some of us – and not quite sure about our sexual preferences either – Okay, I must admit that my three friends had already come out, but I wasn't quite sure about my homosexuality back then. Anyway, it doesn't mean that our hormones weren't working at full speed and there was this movie we had wanted to see for a couple years. American Pie. We were too young when it came out in theatres, so when Josh was able to get the DVD, unknown to his parents, of course, we finally got the opportunity to watch it and damn! What an afternoon it was – though I mostly remember getting pissed at Camden.

Whatever, that afternoon turned me on to no end and in the early evening, sprawled on my bed and doing my homework while my parents were busy working downstairs in their restaurant, my thoughts kept drifting back to the things I saw a few hours earlier, and to the movie itself. Especially that moment Jack jerks off and comes into a sock. My favorite place to masturbate was the shower like most teenagers, I believe, but the idea of doing this on my bed was more appealing and the soiled sock would definitely go unnoticed in the hamper.

I remember it was in April and since I was wearing cargo shorts, I just had to pull them down and to remove one of my socks before I started jacking off, spilling my seed inside the sock when I reached my orgasm. Now the funny part – for you, not for me... – is that I was recovering from my high, my cock deflating inside the sock, when I heard my mother loudly climbing up the staircase – in a much less discreet way than she did today, thank goodness!

I just had enough time to milk myself dry and tuck myself back into my shorts before she walked into my room. Not to mention that I had to get rid of the dirty sock within seconds and I just couldn't stay with only one sock on, right? I could have simply removed the other one, this would have been smarter, but I had no better idea than to just slip my foot back in... feeling the sticky substance between my toes.

Young and stupid back then...

I guess there was a mix of embarrassment and repulsion on my face, but my mother just smiled. And of course, I will never forget the way she sniffed like she did today and said We have a lot of customers tonight, Sweetie. Would you mind coming downstairs to help for a couple of hours? That's... after you've washed your hands and opened your windows, of course... And then she left, leaving me confused and red as a ripe tomato!

So, yeah... There is some sort of dejà-vu today. Obviously, I never confessed this to anyone, not even to my best friends, so you'd better keep that to yourself!

Great... Now here I am talking to readers...

Anyway, back to the present! Once I have recovered from my slight embarrassment, I make the few phone calls I had to. The first one goes to the boys since I cut our conversations a bit abruptly and they are in a suspiciously good mood, still giggling for whatever reason it was. With a bit of conviction, they eventually admit that they were making fun of me, saying that my expression was just priceless when my mother showed up – Shannon's saying. Although I threaten them with a spanking upon my return, they only burst out laughing even harder, and I don't mind because I much prefer hearing them laughing than brooding over dark thoughts. At least Alex seems to feel better, and that's already one worry less.

I also have quick calls with the managers of my restaurants and I mostly inform Matt that Alex will only return tomorrow. He can easily cover him saying Alex has some sort of flu or just a cold, without providing more details to Richard. And once I have replied to texts from Camden, Josh and Aaron, it's time to go to the hospital! Though not before I have discreetly taken the hand towel I used earlier to the washing machine and added more clothes to start a program.

* * *

"All your latest analysis results are good, Mr. Murray, you recovered fairly quickly! You'll be able to go back home tomorrow," the doctor says, checking again the documents in his hands.

"Why can't I leave now if everything's so good?" my grumpy father grumbles.

My father is definitely not a fan of hospitals and not the kind of patient doctors like to have – although this one seems to handle him well! No one likes to stay in a hospital room, but some patients at least bide their time and bear with their healing process. Dad is a pain because he has a hard time accepting that he's ill and what eats him is that he has to rest and laze in bed all day. If he could, he'd be up and slave over a hot stove already, which makes me think our upcoming conversation won't be anything pleasant.

"Like I said, Mr. Murray, we want to make sure the temporary equipment we set up works well," the doctor calmly explains for the umpteenth time, pointing at the small machine that watches over his heartbeat, "and that you don't get any bad side-effects from the new medication we prescribed."

"I've had those since yesterday and as you can see, I'm all good!" my father stubbornly grunts, but it only makes the doctor chuckle.

"Indeed, but let's wait for another day. Now, regarding the surgery we have scheduled for January 8th, which is about a month from now, you'll have to follow the strict diet I told you about yesterday. No salt and the nurse will provide you with a list of food you shall avoid."

"How the hell am I supposed to go on a diet when I'm a cook, Doctor? I need to taste the meals I serve to my customers!" Dad argues, almost growling.

"Dad! Can you please just listen for now!?"

His mood is getting really annoying, but above all, I don't want him to strain his heart if he gets too upset or nervous. However, it convinces me that we'd better have this conversation while he's here in a hospital room and surrounded by doctors who will be able to intervene quickly shall he have another heart attack.

"Here's a list of check-up appointments we have scheduled before January," the doctor continues, handing him a paper with a dozen dates and times. "There are rarely complications from implanting a pacemaker and the procedure takes one to three hours. You'll have to stay for a couple of days so that we can monitor you, and this will be followed by at least four weeks of full rest."

"I have a restaurant to run, Doctor!!" my father scoffs. "There's no way I can rest for so long!"

"Mr. Murray, I'm afraid you haven't grasped the seriousness of your health issues," the doctor reasons. "After a few months, you may resume a rather normal quiet life, but until then, there'd be too many risks without a proper convalescence. If it wasn't clear enough, Mr. Murray, it's time to retire..."

"What!? Retire? Are you kidding me? I'm not retiring!" my father groans, and my mother approaches to anxiously pat his arm.

There we go with the part I was dreading...

"Dad, enough!" I call out firmly from the foot of the bed before I turn my attention to the man in his white overall. "Doctor, would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?"

The gray-haired man nods, throwing me a compassionate glance before he walks out. Full of determination, I walk to the left side of the bed and sit down beside my father, grabbing his right hand in mine and squeezing it lightly to convey some of my authority.

"You are retiring, Dad. Whether you want it or not," I say, looking straight into his brown eyes, but the mule squints back at me.

"As far as I know, I am the father, so I give orders, Son," he replies firmly before his head tilts toward my mother who's standing on the other side of the bed. "Honey, I know you can't wait to move to Florida, but we could keep the restaurant for a couple more years...?" he says with an almost-begging voice. "If you're getting tired, we can hire a waiter, so you only have to deal with the accounting and stuff? I can't stop working just yet..."

Over the past few days, my mother and I have discussed this time and time again, and we obviously expected this reaction. My father has always been a workhorse and we're fully aware of how much his restaurant means to him, but there are far too many risks with him pursuing a professional activity, even with a pacemaker.

A few tears are streaking my mother's cheeks, and as much as they break my heart, what tears me is the pain and fear in her eyes as she looks down at the love of her life.

"Dad, listen," I say more softly, catching his attention. "Yes, I'm your son and you're my father. I'm not pretending to boss you around because this shouldn't be my role. You've worked your ass off for more than 45 years and you deserve your retirement. Don't ask for two more years because it wouldn't change a thing and by then, you'd ask for another couple of years.

"You know how much I respect you, you've always been a role model for me, teaching me a lot, giving me your passion for cooking. You taught me how important it is to work hard to achieve one's goals. You also know how much I love you, but I love Mom equally," I trail off, briefly peeking at her and finding the strength to continue in her tears. "I will not let you make her a widow before she's had time to enjoy several peaceful and quiet years with you, just because you don't want to stop working!" I say firmly, pausing for a few seconds for the information to sink in. "You heard what the doctor said. The pacemaker will allow you to lead a normal life. A normal retired life.

"There are too many risks for another heart attack if you keep straining yourself, and the next time it happens, there might not be a doctor in the dining room to save you," I continue, witnessing a subtle change in his expression, one that encourages me to dot the I's. "So, I'll only repeat myself once, Dad. Whether you want it or not, you are retiring. Period. And for your information, Mom and I have already looked into the sale process, and I've also gathered all the documents to proceed with the retirement."

If I judge by the tears filling his eyes, I think he eventually got the message. Now it's my mother's turn to cross the T's.

"Darling," she says with a small voice. "I don't want to lose you... I want us to spend another twenty or thirty years together, and enjoy life while we're still healthy..."

"But what... what am I going to do once I'm retired?"

His voice is very hoarse, but the man manages to hold back his tears.

"Dad, there are plenty of things for you to do," I reason. "Activities in connection with cooking. You could give lessons in an association... You could volunteer in cooking schools and pass on your passion to apprentices... You could start playing golf..." I add with a chuckle, knowing full well how he hates it. "And you could visit me in Chicago more often..." I also offer, already cursing myself for throwing the line to my mother.

"This is a wonderful idea! So many things have changed over there!!" she chirps in, making me groan.

"Moooom... This can wait!"

"What is it that can wait?" my father asks, catching himself up very quickly and obviously happy to change the subject. "Oh, and by the way, when are you going to let us meet Shannon?"

"Shannon and Alex..." my mother comments with a smug smile.

"Who's Alex?"

I'm really not sure this is the best time to tell him about my boyfriends, especially after the conversation we've just had, but my witch of a mother thinks differently. Ignoring my scowl, there she goes telling him about my three-way relationship and all the details about how I met Alex. I am left completely helpless for at least fifteen minutes while she chatters everything, even mentioning Aaron's club and the lifestyle we evolve in!

When she eventually shuts up, my father chuckles.

He fucking chuckles and shakes his head!!!

"I always knew Aaron was a kinky guy..." he says before he focuses his attention on me, a dark shadow casting his eyes as he furrows his eyebrows. "I'm very disappointed in you, Murray Junior!" he nearly seethes, pointing a threatening finger at my chest. "I can't believe you never noticed there was such an asshole of a tyrant in your staff! This is serious, Mark!"

Is he fucking kidding me? Of all things... As if I hadn't felt guilty enough back then!

"He was a good actor, Dad, and always made sure neither Matt nor I were around whenever he ill-treated Alex, but I think I bought myself back fairly well in the way I dealt with the situation," I argue before I tell him a little about the way I handled Sanchez's dismissal. "Anyway, it's all sorted out now. Alex has been a helper since then, and he's supposed to start his new role as a full-time cook this week. And the new chef is really great."

"Yeah, right..." he grunts. "But you'd better keep a close watch on your staff, Mark, it's important. So... you're their Dominant?" he then asks, smirking at me.

"It goes way beyond this, Dad... I truly love them. Equally. I wouldn't be able to choose between the two if I had to, and I just can't explain. That's just how it is."

"You're just as kinky as Aaron..." he chuckles.

"Aaron is far worse than I am, but that's not something I'm going to discuss with you anyway, you already know enough!" I grouse, throwing a dark look at my mother who only laughs out.

"Isn't this crazy? You never introduced us to any boyfriend before, and there you are with two of them now..." he comments thoughtfully, but I ignore his remark. "And this... Alex-guy... likes cooking?"

"Yeah, he loves it. And he's becoming real good, he has a lot of potential," I smile proudly.

"Good! I can't wait to meet him and teach him a few tricks. Sounds like a good boy..."

"Don't you start making preferences, Dad!"

"Come on, Sweetie," my mother chuckles. "Alex can be your Dad's favorite and Shannon will be mine. Seems like he and I have a lot in common..." she adds, beaming at me.

"Yeah right... Stubbornness and mischievousness..." I grumble with mock bitterness.

"Oh, does he give you hard times?" Mom jokes, and I'd rather ignore the innuendo here.

"They both do," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Good for you! Life can't always be easy!" Dad chuckles. "Two lovers means twice as much trouble!"

"You tell me..." I reply, and we all laugh at that before I recover a firmer tone. "Let's get back to other serious matters, Dad..."

"Okay, okay, I got the message," he interrupts me, sighing heavily. "You're right, I think it's time I retire..." he concedes, and this time, my mother exhales with relief as he turns to look at her. "We're going to sell the restaurant and move to Florida. I love you, Sophia and the restaurant is not worth ruining my health or thirty more years beside you," he says, and as they begin to share an emotional moment, I walk to the window to give them a bit of privacy. "Now I can't wait for your visit at Christmas, Son!" he calls out a few minutes later, making me shake my head.

"It'll depend on you and your health, Dad," I reply, walking back to his bedside. "Three more people at home might get a bit tiring for you."

"I'll have recovered by then, and Alex will be able to help me with all the cooking for Christmas!"

"Huh, and what about me?" I retort with mock offense.

"Oh, you can help us too, but I need to see what this kid is made of!"

"Alex is not a kid, Dad! He's almost twenty! And much more mature than older guys at that!"

"He's still almost ten years younger than you!"

"It doesn't count, I don't look like I'm 29!" I argue, poking my tongue out.

We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about light subjects and I mostly update them on my childhood friends' situations, my business and many other things. After another visit from the doctor, who confirms my father will be released tomorrow morning, my mother and I go back home, feeling much relieved, and I book my return flight to Chicago for Saturday morning. I can't wait to see my boys again!

* * *

"You shouldn't have ordered a cab, Sweetie," my mother says as she sips on her coffee, still in her nightgown. "I could have driven you to the airport."

"It's too early, Mom, and you need to stay here to watch over Dad. Will you be alright? I could have stayed a little longer..."

"Of course, we'll be okay," my father replies for her as he walks into the dining room. "You've already done so much, Mark, and I'm already feeling much better. Don't you worry, your mother will certainly be on my back 24/7 from now on..."

"Naturally, Honey! Here, take a seat, your breakfast is ready. And don't start complaining about the absence of butter and fresh bread..." she says, bringing him some sort of melba toast with marmalade.

As planned, my father was released from hospital on Thursday morning and I decided to stay for a couple more days to make sure they'd be alright by themselves despite my eagerness to see my boys again. Dad immediately realized he was in no shape to get back to work, which is good in a way, but seeing how difficult it was for him to merely climb the staircase to the apartment above the restaurant didn't reassure me too much; he needed quite a few minutes to recover from his heavy breathing, so physical efforts are definitely proscribed for now.

"You'd better be good anyway, Dad, or I'll have to come back, and trust me, I might not be as indulgent as Mom is," I warn him seriously. "So, respect everything that the doctor recommended and don't forget your pills. I'm sure you'll soon find activities that'll keep you busy."

"Don't worry, Mark, I think I learned my lesson well and I'll be careful," he replies, grabbing my mother's hand on the table. "It's stupid that I needed that accident and the conversation we had in hospital to fully grasp I'm not ready to pass away anytime soon..."

"This is only because you're the bravest and most hard-working man I've ever met, Darling," my mother coos, patting his own hand in return. "And you," she then adds, pointing at me, "you'd better be careful too! I think you work a bit too much for my taste!"

"I'm young and in perfect health, Mom!" I chuckle. "I don't work more than I need to, and I know my limits. Anyway, things should get a bit quieter now. The restaurants are running well, and I'll mostly have to follow up on the new brasserie."

"Do you still plan on developing the Wine & Cheese Bars?" my father asks.

"Yes, Dad. I'm working with Josh on a new establishment in Boston, on the ground floor of an office complex his company is building there. I'll give it a few months to see how it works and if it does well, I'll probably continue developing the concept. I'll look into getting a license to make them a chain with a proper quality charter. If it goes that far, I'll also sell my restaurant in New York and dedicate myself to the Wine and Cheese Bars."

"How about Le Marais? You can't sell that one!" he argues.

"I never said I would. I'll always keep it because it's my favorite and I still want to develop new recipes there, don't worry Dad!"

"It still sounds like a lot of work, Sweetie..." my mother sighs with concern.

"Not more than I can take, Mom. Anyway, now that I have Shannon and Alex, I'm going to slow down a bit because I want to spend as much time with them as I can."

"Fair enough! And I can't wait to meet them!" she exclaims, excitement brimming in her eyes.

"You will, Mom... But are you sure it won't be too much strain for you? I mean... Aren't you afraid the neighbors might gossip...?"

"Since when do you care about gossips?" my father grunts.

"I don't, but I don't want you to be affected by people blathering on about your son being in a relationship with two men..."

"Mark Murray!" he roars, thumping the table. "We've never cared about other people's gibberish and we're not going to start now! Anyway, Collingswood got rid of the biggest pest when Joshua's mother moved away..."

"And as long as you're happy, we are happy, Sweetie. If your happiness lays with two men, then we don't care about what other people think," my mother adds.

"Thanks so much, Mom and Dad... I know I haven't said it in a long time, but you're truly the best parents on Earth and I love you..." I reply with a strangled voice as I am suddenly overwhelmed with deep emotions.

"This is why we raised the best son," my father says, gently patting my shoulder. "What time is your flight again?"

"Just after 9, and my cab should be here any minute now..." I reply, getting up and taking my mug to the dish washer.

Once I have gathered my luggage and put on my coat, my parents meet me at the top of the staircase. After a long embrace with my old man, during which I repeat my recommendations, I hold my mother in a long and tight hug while she clings to my waist.

"Stay safe, Sweetie..." she whispers. "Thank you so much for coming, it was good to see you and I truly appreciated your help."

"It couldn't have been any other way, Mom. Do not hesitate to call me if you need anything," I reply, and as I disentangle from her, I wipe the few tears that have spilled over her cheeks with my thumbs.

Since it's Saturday and early in the morning, the ride to Philadelphia airport is quick and I soon find myself settled on the Delta plane that's going to fly me back to my sweet boys. Even if I have been able to speak and Skype with them several times since Wednesday, I am awfully missing them and I can't wait for the moment I'll finally be able to see them, hold their bodies in my arms, claim their mouths and pleasure their manhood.

We haven't been able to repeat our little online-sex experience unfortunately since my parents were always around from Thursday on, so we just talked, but it was good to see them on the screen of my laptop whenever we Skyped. Alex looked much better and I was glad to hear that his new function as a cook went well.

I'm still angry at him for not telling me earlier about his horniness issues, though. Alex was propelled into a very intense lifestyle and sex remains something quite new to him, so it's only logical he should have a hard time controlling his libido. I can understand his reasoning and guilt about thinking of sex in difficult circumstances is bad, but I think differently. Sex can be a coping mechanism for people who are facing hardships, and it doesn't mean they care less about the people involved in sad situations. It's just a way to find comfort and deal with their sadness, and there's nothing wrong with this.

I'm also still mad at the both of them for not trusting me with their worries because they thought I already had enough to deal with. The intention was nice – well it would have been nice in a regular relationship – but our lifestyle prevails despite the deep love we feel for one another and it's not their role to decide on how much I can handle. As a Dominant, their well-being is my responsibility and it was bad enough I had to leave them alone for a few days.

I'm really glad I was able to decipher Alex's anxiousness in his voice and I knew I could count on Aaron's help to deal with this problem. I know that asking for his support in my absence sort of messed up with his usual schedule, but I'm not one to refrain on calling my closest friends for their help – in the same way that they know they can always count on me whenever they need my support – and Aaron loves getting involved, so I know it pleased him a lot.

Anyway, I'm still pondering on how I should discipline them. For sure, it'll imply a long conversation with a lecture on communication and Doms and Subs' responsibilities and duties, but as far as the punishment is concerned, I don't know yet. I'd really like this lesson to penetrate their thick skulls once for all.

I have yet another day to think about it because all that matters today is our reunion and I well intend to enjoy it to the fullest. I think we'll avoid going to the Black Diamond tonight, unless they really insist on going there, but I'd rather stay home and have them to myself. I want to hold them. Cherish them. Make love to them, together at the same time, then one after the other. All night long. I want to bury myself into their warm channels for hours. I want to feel their tongues run along my shaft. I want to feel their tight holes clench around my girth and milk me dry until my balls are unable to produce another single drop of semen. I want our musk to permeate our bedroom...

"Sir...? Sir...?"

I had closed my eyes, reveling in the mental images of my boys, but when I open them again, there's this young stewardess shaking my shoulder and smirking at me. This is when I realize that my right hand is resting over my crotch, barely hiding the bulge at the front of my pants, but if she believes she might be the source of my blatant hardness, poor girl is entirely mistaken.

"Please fasten your seatbelt, we'll be landing soon," she says with a wink before she walks away.

My flight lands with a bit of delay, shortly after 11am, but it's still early enough to enjoy the rest of their day off with Shannon and Alex. They worked yesterday evening, but they should be awake by now. Once in my taxi, I switch on my phone and my poor device is suddenly caught in a frenzy of vibrations from incoming texts.

Aaron – 8:55am: Hey Marky, Are you still flying back today? Will I see you at the club tonight?

Alex – 9:32am: Good morning, Master... I'm awake and can't wait to see you!

Shannon – 9:57am: Morniiiiiiiiiiiing! I'm up! Can your superpowers speed time so you get here faster?

Shannon – 10:00am: What time is your plane landing exactly again?

Shannon – 10:02am: It doesn't say that my message was delivered, so I guess you're still up in the air...

Shannon – 10:37am: So... We've had breakfast... The apartment is super-duper clean... As we are, by the way... Inside out... If you see what I mean... Only thing missing is your dick... Erm... I mean, you...

Shannon – 10:45am: Okay, now we have an issue... Alex thinks we should be waiting for you in the playroom, naked and kneeling (he's such a horn dog!!!) but I think we should be waiting in the living room. What do you say? Please say the living room because I want to win the bet we made! Pretty pleeeeeeeease!!!

Shannon – 10:49am: Alex says I'm cheating by trying to influence your decision...

Alex – 11:20am: Hope you'll arrive soon because Shannon is pacing back and forth and almost digging a trench in the living room...

Shannon – 11:35am: Hallelujah! It finally says my messages have been delivered! Hurry up! Can't wait to see you!

Shannon – 11:36am: Alex says I should stop sending you so many messages because it might piss you off... You're not pissed, are you?

Shannon – 11:40am: How long till you arrive? Why haven't you replied yet? You must have gotten your luggage by now!

I can't help laughing at all these messages. They are so emblematic of my sweet boys! My shy and reasonable Alex and my hyper and blabbering Shannon. I first send a text to my parents to let them know I arrived safely in Chicago, then another to Aaron to say I'd rather enjoy a quiet evening at home with the boys, but before I have time to reply to Shannon and Alex, my phone goes off.

"Hey, Josh! How are you?"

"All good! How are you? And your father? Are you back?"

"My father is doing better already, thanks. And yes, I'm actually in a taxi on my way back home now."

"How was your flight? Did you regret declining my offer to send you the jet?"

"Hmm... I almost did. I must admit your jet is more comfortable, but the flight was short enough, so it was okay. Thanks for your help again anyway!"

"You're welcome. I'm glad your father is getting better. Will we see you and the boys at the club tonight?"

"Not sure. I'd rather enjoy a quiet evening with them at all, in fact..."

"Quiet my ass! Since when are your boys quiet when you fuck them?"

"You wouldn't know..."

"Oh, I may not know for Alex, but I've heard Shannon before and he's not what I'd call quiet!!!"

"I can't say Liam is very quiet either when you fuck him..." I reply in a smug tone, ignoring my driver's weird look as he glances in his rearview mirror.

"Never said he was... Anyway, try to come for at least a few hours!" Joshua then insists.

"Oh, I do intend to come for a few hours, but at home..."

"You, sex-addict... Your dick's going to end up all wrinkled after bathing in their wet asses for hours!"

"I'm shocked! This vocabulary doesn't befit your upper-class standards, my dear..."

"Yeah, fuck my upper-class origins, Mark. You know what my opinion is on that matter..." he chuckles. "Oh well, if I don't get to see you tonight, I'll talk to you soon! And don't forget to use lube or your boys might not be able to walk tomorrow! Bye, Sex God!"

Josh hangs up just when my driver makes a left into West Illinois Street and seconds later, he has parked in front of my building. Once I have paid for the ride, I hurry up inside and reach for the elevator. Damn cabin can't seem to ride fast enough to the last floor! As I open the door to my apartment, a dull sound echoes from the living room, followed by the crack of wood and a shrilling scream of pain.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaark!"

Oh Gosh... What have they done again!?

Published on 4 June 2016