School was starting back up in a few days and I was feeling down. The boys were heading off to a different school than I was about to, since now they were Uni students. A small part of me worried about whether or not they would be lured by some sexy older person away from me. They would have more options now that they were attending a new school.

I told my boys I was feeling a little insecure, and as much as they reassured me that I was being silly, I still felt worried. I was addicted. Really addicted. To them, their family dynamic, the great sex and the strange openness that they all had with each other. The chances of me ever finding something like this again were so slim you couldn't cut it with a knife.

If they ever left me I didn't know what I'd do. I would either become a huge slut in my attempts to fill the gaping hole they left, or I might fall into a deep dark depression and commit suicide. The possibilities were frightening. I wasn't sure why I was thinking about all this now. Maybe it was some kind of strange separation anxiety?

I was moping around their house by the pool when their father noticed I was particularly sad. The boys were not yet home from work, again. Dan was off playing with a new friend. Sam had left when I showed up, still sporting the remains of the black eye Gabe gave him when I bruised the day after he f*cked me. His was far worse than mine, but my boys did say they would do it.

"Hey Theo, why the long face buddy?" Mr. Baumann came over and sat down next to me. I smiled up at the handsome man, trying to hide my distress.

"Hello sir, I am just waiting for my boys." I replied. He frowned a little at me and tilted his head. I licked my lips nervously.

"That doesn't answer my question, Theo. I asked why you were sad, not why you were sitting here." He said sternly. I picked at the bottom of my shirt and avoided his gaze. I didn't really want to admit my insecurities to him, but I suppose he was older and in a position to know more about the situation. 

"Oh, yes, sorry about that. I... I have been feeling a little insecure lately. The boys are going off to a bigger school and will be meeting new people. I suppose I am just nervous that this is a permanent thing, you know?" I glanced at the wedding ring on his finger and sighed. Maybe if we were married or something I wouldn't feel so insecure.

"I see you are looking at my wedding ring. Don't think that something like this will make a difference though. It is what it symbolizes that is far more important. A man who can't commit to you still won't do so if you make him put a ring on your finger and sign some papers. At the back of his mind he will be reassuring himself that divorce is his out." He warned me wisely. I nodded and slumped into my chair.

"I know. I am committed to them, I am just a little worried about them being committed to me. They were fine with sharing me with... uh, each other and stuff... so how do I know they will keep being loyal as we go in separate directions?" I argued with him. He chuckled at my blunder. I was pretty sure he knew how Sam got his black eye.

"Why are you worried about that? You do realise that once a potential partner tries to pick one over the other they will refuse to see them. The fact that you can even keep up with my boys is a miracle honestly. I thought you would have keeled over from exhaustion or gotten fed up by now." He tried saying logically. I understood that, but what if?

"It's not that, it's the 'what if' that scares me, sir. Without them I seriously worry about my sanity. What if they did find someone else? What would happen if they died? I feel like they have made it impossible for me to do without them, and that scares me." I put my head into my hands and sighed as I stared out over the pool.

"Oh sweetheart. You have a loving family at home and now you have us, you know that right? If you think after all this time we would just forget about you... you are very mistaken. If anything happened, Dan and Sam would be there for you and so would Mary and I. We are your family now." He consoled me with a sly grin. I blushed.

I think I got what he was saying without saying it... the other boys would be happy to 'look after me' if anything happened to my boys. It wouldn't be the same, but I appreciated the thought. Actually come to think of it, I think he was trying to tell me that they all worked together to take care of each other. I blinked at the thought.

Did that mean the whole family shared everything? Come to think of it, I hadn't seen the other two with a boyfriend or girlfriend yet. Was it hard to find someone like me who was open to the thought of sharing? Probably it was very hard. Nearly impossible even if it included the whole family. I had thought just my boys wanted to share me originally.

Now however, I realised the other two boys were very interested in having a taste too. Now that I looked over at Mr. Baumann, I was beginning to suspect he might be interested too. I cocked my head to the side at him and his grin widened. Oh. Oh! My eyes got big as I grasped the fact that this big, strong, older version of my boyfriends wanted me. Me!

"But... but you are married. And... and I'm half your age." I spluttered. He shrugged and looked away.

"Mary knows. We have always been open with our family. My boys all have had the opportunity since they were of age, except Dan since he isn't legal yet. I was pretty sure you are though. Am I right?" He looked back at me and I nodded reluctantly. I had been taken out by the boys for my birthday and 'treated' at the mall for it, even though I had protested any gifts with their school money.

"Yes, just turned sir." I whispered to him. He groaned a little and scrubbed his face with his hands.

"Keep calling me that and I won't be able to hold back little man." He growled at me with a hot look. I tilted my head in confusion. What? He beckoned me over to him and I reluctantly got up to go over. He pulled me onto his lap and grinned at me. I licked my lips as I surveyed the father of my boyfriends. They really, really took after him.

"Are... are you sure it is okay? I am not a cheater." I pouted at the thought of my boys being upset with me. He softened slightly and kissed my nose.

"You really are too adorable for words, Theo. I can't wait to have a taste for myself. All my boys have had their turns; I was wondering when I would get mine. Can I kiss you Theo?" He stared at me so intensely I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.

"Yes sir." I blinked when he grabbed my hair roughly and took my lips hard. Holy hell! The king of the family was very skilled indeed. No question who was in control, nor who taught my boys everything they knew. His kiss was punishing, but perfect in every way. It was sweet and bruising, demanding and giving. I sighed and enjoyed the sweep of his tongue between my lips.

"I told you not to call me that. Not unless you want a really rough ride. What do you say Theo? Do you want me to thoroughly dominate you?" He held my chin and looked into my lust blown eyes. I figured it out. I knew what he was talking about now. I licked my lips and thought about it. Did I want him to just f*ck me gently and that was that? Or did I want him to show me that private part of himself like the others had?

"Yes Sir." I hummed mischievously. I grabbed on tight to his strong shoulders as he took me inside the house. My legs wrapped around his hips and locked at the back to keep from slipping. His big hands held onto my plump arse as he carried me like a kid down the hall. He kicked open the door to another room I hadn't been in yet, the master bedroom.

It was not much smaller than my boys' room, and the furnishings were a bit richer. The giant upholstered bedframe took centre stage on the side wall. There was a set of double doors partially open to reveal a closet and another ensuite bathroom door left open a crack so I could see the polished white tiles. He took me in there first, not that I blamed him since I was all sweaty from the hot summer weather.

"Strip." He dropped me on the floor, turned away and got some necessities ready. I peeled off my t-shirt and shorts, hesitating with my boxers until he shot me a look with one eyebrow raised. I took a deep breath and dropped them. It felt a little weird standing there buck naked in front of Mr. Baumann. I shifted nervously from one foot to the other.

"Get in." He ordered. I clambered into the large glass shower and sighed at the lukewarm water spraying down on me. It was nice and refreshing after the heat of the day. I closed my eyes and ducked underneath to rinse my hair. A large set of hands began scrubbing my body with a loofah sponge coated in bubbly soap. He got all the nooks and crannies, then offered it to me.

"Thank you Sir." I blinked innocently up at him as I lathered his muscled torso. He was much hairier than my boys. I ran my fingers through the springy chest hair when I was done soaping his whole body up. He washed my hair next and I moaned from the feeling of his fingers massaging my scalp. When he knelt down so I could return the favour, I felt his hot hands on my c*ck and had trouble concentrating.

He pulled at it and rolled my balls around in his palm, bringing it swiftly to attention. I felt him digging around my hole as he jerked me and spread my legs a little, balancing myself with my hands on his ripped shoulders. I tipped my head back and enjoyed the attention. I felt him shove a douche nozzle up inside and flood my guts with warm water.

He rubbed my c*ck and thrust his finger in so I couldn't even hold it up inside for long. Then he did it again. I wasn't used to someone else cleaning me out like this. The way he massaged my prostate and pulled at my walls as he did was strange and delightful in a way. Just as I thought I was going to blow from it, he pulled back and rinsed me off.

His grin when he stepped out of the shower was devious. I was pouting a little, I admit. I guess I would have to wait a bit longer before I got to go. He pulled me into the bedroom after drying us both off with a big fluffy towel. I was sat on the bed, bedsheets pulled off entirely, and waited as he rummaged around for the things he needed.

"Want to dress up for Daddy?" He pulled my attention to him in an instant as he held up something that barely looked like it would cover anything. I tilted my head.

"Sure, I guess if you want me to..." I tried to sound obedient. He chuckled and brought over the scraps of fabric and lace. I was having trouble figuring out where the straps went, so he helped me get into it. There really wasn't much to it. A band of lace went around my chest and straps came down to another band of lace around my hips.

There wasn't anything covering my crotch, just framing it with two silken straps that wrapped around to the back to join in a thong. The only thing holding it up was a set of silken ribbons to tie around my neck. I looked in the mirror at the black lace framing my pale skin and bit my lip. Did I look okay? I looked at Mr. Baumann shyly and figured I would ask.

"Do... do I look okay Sir?" I asked timidly. I was nervous, this being the first time I had ever worn lingerie. He ran his hand into my hair and tilted my head back for a deep kiss.

"You look perfect Theo. I can definitely see why my boys like you so much." He licked his lips and it felt as though he was devouring me with his eyes. I had to stop myself from instinctively trying to cover myself from his view. I gulped. He pushed me back to lay on the bed and trailed his lips down the wide open gap from my chest to my stomach, nosing into my belly button just to hear my breath hitch.

He left me, shivering there, and he went back into the drawer for more. I felt him stroke my legs as he pulled on stockings, topped with lace bands that stuck to my thighs. Then he ran his hands over them, the strange feeling of the light barrier between his fingers and my skin causing a shiver down my back. I blinked up at him as he grinned at my reaction.

"Next time how about I buy you a nice dress and heels? You can do a strip tease for my boys, hmm? I think they might like that." He whispered in my ear as he caressed along the edges of the fabric. I squirmed, excited about the thought of pleasing my boys. I nodded eagerly and sighed into another breathtaking kiss. His heavy body came up to cover me and I sighed.

He was bigger and heavier, like Sam, but gentle right now like Rafe. Rafe had definitely picked up this man's romantic side. I could see him being over the moon for an outfit like this, especially hidden beneath something cute or innocent. Maybe this outfit was just like me underneath. Revealing, sexy, impractical, but hidden beneath my normalish exterior.

"I'm going to f*ck that pretty mouth of yours. Then I'm going to breed that sweet little hole that has all my boys in a flutter. How does that sound? Good baby?" He hissed into my ear as he pressed me down into the bedding. I moaned at the dirty talk and nodded eagerly. "Use your words baby."

"Yes please sir. That sounds wonderful." I begged sweetly. He chuckled and climbed up onto my chest. After stuffing a pillow in behind my head to prop me up comfortably, he knelt over my shoulders and slid his c*ck into my mouth. It was semi-erect, so I licked at it eagerly to help stiffen it up. He was making great noises above me, and praising my skills.

"My boys taught you to be a great little c*cksucker, didn't they? F*ck me, you have an amazing tongue. Use it baby, get me all nice and wet so I can pound your throat." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed in deep. I tried to relax around him like my boys taught me. He pulled out so I could take a breath and I could feel him getting bigger and bigger in my mouth as we progressed.

This man was a serious grower. The girth of some of them and the length of others. I couldn't handle it all towards the end, choking on the way it stretched my throat and trying desperately not to scrape my teeth along his meat. He cooed at my red-faced distress and kept up such sweet talking as made me frantic to please him.

Only when he let loose a sharp tasting load onto my tongue and face did I sigh in relief. He scraped all of it into my mouth and told me to swallow it down. It wasn't too bad, nice and thick. Then he turned me over onto my stomach, placing the pillow under my hips to lift them now. He smacked my lace-clad cheeks with a stinging open palm.

I gasped as he shoved two digits into my hole with some lube and cracked my arse with the other. He pulled at the soft flesh expertly, digging for that spot again even as he punished me with the other hand. Once he found it and had me arching from the excessive feeling, he rubbed the hot, abused flesh. I moaned my pleasure and to my utter distress, he stopped again.

"Please Sir! I want to come. Can I please come Sir?" I begged as he stroked my back and ran his nails over my nylons. He spread my legs and lubed up my c*ck, stroking it between my legs. I panted from the wonderful friction on my waiting d*ck. I whimpered when he took his hand away, leaving it cold. I reached down to grab it myself to finished and he smacked my arse hard.

"Ah ah ah, I didn't say you could touch it. You can come when I say you can come, baby." He pulled my arms back and sunk himself into my waiting hole. I mewled from the tight fit. He held my arms securely by the elbows and thrust deep inside me. My mouth hung open at the sheer size of him. It felt like he really could bury his seed inside me and make me pregnant.

My body shook from the harsh pounding of his hips against my arse. I let go of myself and hung limply to take each thrust to the base, opening myself up to him utterly. He growled and pushed me down into the mattress roughly, hand on my head. I felt him smack my arse and his sweet words gradually grew harsh and lewd. He was losing it. I was making him lose it.

"F*ck Theo, goddammit you are the most amazing f*cking sl*t I have ever seen. Such a tight little c*nt. How is it even f*cking possible, with those boys tearing you open?" He growled at me. I knew exactly what to say to make him happy.

"Cause... cause you're... you're too... big Sir!" I managed to grind out through my teeth. He was so filling, I could feel the drool coming out the side of my mouth and my eyes rolling back from the sharp pleasure of his strokes. His sharp smack on my arse kept bringing me back just as I thought I would slip away. I felt him bury himself deep and pulse again, but I knew better than to think it was over.

No, he just stroked it slowly in and out again to bring me back away from the edge. I wanted to come so badly now, I was crying and begging for it. He slipped out and flipped me over, pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and slid back in. He held my c*ck in his hand, caressing the straining flesh too gently to be borne.

I tried grabbing it again, but he put my arms up over my head with his superior strength and pinned them there. I cried in earnest now, the rubbing on my prostate and the gentle touch on my c*ck was not enough to put me over into orgasm. It teased me at the brink of it. I don't know when I stopped begging and just began sobbing, but that seemed to be what he was waiting for.

He let go of my wrists and used both hands to grasp my hips and pound into me. The angle was just right, how he had me tilted, and I saw stars from how hard he was hitting it. He let go with one hand and pumped my c*ck in earnest, making me shout from the sudden intensity of getting it from both sides. I grasped the sheets and violently climaxed even as I heard the whisper: "Now."

My whole body was shaking from it, my chest covered in the slimy stickiness of my cumm, and my head reeled. That was intense. I felt him slide out of me and... dazed... heard a clapping from the doorway. It was Mrs. Baumann standing there with a huge grin on her face. I blinked at her and Mr. Baumann came over to give her a sexy kiss. She ran a hand down over the cumm and sweat on his body and shocked me when she licked it off her fingers.

"Hmm... Is he sure he is gay?" She whispered with a wicked grin.

A/N -thought about doing a 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' but... *shudders delicately*... I don't think I can! DX