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I never would have guessed that living the "married" life could be quite so difficult, especially with two spouses, and to make it even crazier, two spouses who are still learning to be responsible adults. It's hard to believe that I was once Justin and Kip's age. Really, those two boys of mine are quite a pawful.

When my two boyfriends moved in with me, I let them know up front that there were specific rules they were expected to follow in MY house. After overcoming a very serious drinking problem, I didn't allow alcohol, drugs or even tobacco products in my home. That might have sounded like a pretty tall order to two young beasts who, had they gone to college, might be mastering the art of doing beer bongs at the moment, but I didn't even want the temptation around. I even went so far as to make sure to eat in the dining area of a restaurant when we went out to eat. I hated being around the loud, obnoxious drunks when I was trying to converse and enjoy my meal . . . probably why I did all my drinking alone at home.

This worked fine, the whole "no booze at my house", until Justin and Kip decided to bring some of their friends over when I was away for a few days. I'd taken a some days of vacation to spend some time with my Dad. Let me tell you, we've grown really close over the past year or so. I came clean to him about my sexuality, and let him know that I had not one, but two boyfriends who were living with me. He didn't seem upset so much as he appeared to be surprised. He grew up in a different time, a time when if you were gay, you kept that under a lid. So, to hear his only son come out as gay was unexpected, but he's cool with it, and has even met Justin and Kip, who he describes as "nice guys".

Anyway, I came back from a my mini-vacation with my Dad and discovered several beer bottles in the outside garbage cans. The first time I glanced across them, I thought that they might be root beer bottles, as Kip was practically addicted to that stuff. But no, they were just plain ol' beer bottles, and I was livid. The no alcohol rule wasn't something that I happened to mention in passing. I had explained to both of the boys at length my struggle with substance abuse and why I didn't want any of that shit in my house. Knowing that if I confronted them now, I'd risk losing my temper, I chose the wiser course of action. After coming back inside and saying hello, I went to my room and laid down for a few hours, actually managing to get some sleep in the process. I'd quickly learned that being in a position such as mine was as much parental as it was romantic. Justin and Kip were living without their parents around for the first time, but that didn't mean they were always going to make smart choices. If anything, the cynic in me often counted on them doing rather foolish things. I just had to be patient in dealing with them.

Waking up, I went to my bathroom and washed my face off, trying to get fully alert for my "disciplining" of the boys. I wasn't thrilled to be having to do this, but I wasn't going to let my house be turned into some kind of party central for all the teenagers in the area. Once I had washed my face off and was awake, I went out to the living room to confront my two boys. Justin was playing video games, while Kip had his iPad out reading a book or magazine, I don't which. I cleared my throat, the symbol for both boys to stop what they were doing and pay attention.

"Hi, Jake," said Justin.

"Yeah," I replied, scratching my muzzle irritably. "I'm going to come right out and ask this; did you boys have friends over while I was on vacation?"

Kip nodded his head, before responding, "Yes," in a low tone.

"Did you guys have alcohol in this house while I was gone?" I asked in a very serious tone.

"Yes," answered Justin this time, hanging his head in shame.

"Did either of you drink any alcohol?" I asked, even more seriously than the previous question.

Both of them shook their heads together. I looked for any signs of deception in their behavior, but detected only them admitting the truth. I'd been with both of them long enough now to know whether or not they were telling the truth. Even though they were being honest now, I was still upset that they thought it was okay to bring beer in the house while I was away.

"Who were the people you had over here that brought beer?" I asked.

Kip answered. "Dominick, Frank and Chase. They brought the beer, Jake."

I sighed deeply. "Okay, well, I don't want any of them in my house ever again. If they can't follow the rules, they don't belong here."

"Are you mad at us?" asked Justin, his voice quivering slightly.

"I'm not mad," I said, sitting down on my recliner. "I'm a little disappointed, though."

"I'm sorry," said Kip. Whenever both of them fucked up, I could always count on Kip to be the first to admit any wrongdoing.

"I'm sorry, too, Jake," added Justin. "We should have told them no when we invited them over, it's just that . . ."

"Guys," I said, unable to resist a slight chuckle. "Believe me, I understand, I really do. It wasn't that long ago that I was the same age as you guys are now. I remember what it was like . . . peer pressure and all that shit."

"Really?" asked Kip, astonished at my revelation.

"You had friends?" asked Justin.

"Yes," I said, scowling. "What do you think you two were back then?"

"If I had to hazard a guess," said Justin. "I'd say we were sex objects. What about you, Kip?"

"Sounds about right to me," agreed the dingo.

"Why do I put up with either of you?" I asked, throwing the two small aptly named throw pillows at my boys. They might have been younger than me, but they couldn't manage to duck my deadly aim. I beaned Justin in the head, while Kip, having tried to run away, got pelted right in the ass with the one I aimed at him. It was during this that I completely forgot about all the anger I felt regarding my boys letting their friends bring beer into the house. What can I say? I was a big softy when it came to my boys. I'd been with them so long, and knew them so well. Honestly, I was more like family to them than most of their biological family members. When Justin told his parents about me, that is, what had actually been going on all these years, his parents forbid him to bring me over to their house, with his Dad evening threatening to shoot me if I stepped foot on his property. Kip's family was slightly more understanding, Kip's parents were more understanding about his sexuality, although they still maintained that it was a "phase" he was going through.

I went over and tackled both of my boys. It felt so incredibly good to be back home. No matter how bad of a day I had, no matter how bleak life seemed to be, or how pointless life might appear to be at any moment, I had Justin and Kip who loved me more than anything, and I loved them more than anything. What was funny is that even though they were both younger than me, I had spent so much time getting in shape that it was easy to tackle them and get them to submit to me. I loved it, being the dominant, older boyfriend of the bunch.

"Hey," I said, pinning them both underneath me. "If you two promise to behave yourselves while I'm gone next time, I'll take you out to eat tonight!"

"Really?" asked Kip, still squirming around.

"Is it an open bar, argh!"

I kept both of them pinned to the ground until they both admitted that they were worthless, horrible little bitches. That didn't take long. When it came to my boys wanting a free meal, they tended to submit rather quickly. Too bad for me. I liked to see them squirm and grovel like the little bitches I knew them to be.

The three of us went out that night, my treat, of course, to our favorite restaurant. The restaurant simply known as "The Table" had the best food in town. No matter how busy it was, no matter the time of the year, you could always expect quality service and quality food. We were seated in no time at all. Just like usual, we ordered the "Party Onion Rings" which consisted of an almost mountain sized portion of onion rings with Ranch dressing and Southwestern sauce. I hated the latter, but could probably drink Ranch through a straw for the rest of my life. I really loved it that much.

When it came to the main course, I always got a Philly Steak Sandwich. This sandwich was always drenched in A-1 Steak Sauce, as I loved it almost as much as Ranch Dressing. Hmmm . . . I wonder if they could make a Ranch Dressing and A-1 combination sauce? Oh, holy shit! If they ever did that, I might just die of happiness!

Along with my Steak Sandwich, Kip got the baby back ribs, and Justin got the Country Fried Steak. Hell, what could I say? No matter how many times we went here, we almost got the same thing! We were creatures of habit, and I could understand why. All of us had found what we believed was the ideal dish. My Steak Sandwich, Kip's Baby Back Ribs, Justin's Country Fried Steak . . . we all knew who we were! As we left that night, I gained a better understanding, not only of myself, but of my boys.

That night, we all climbed into bed together. Like always, none of us wore any clothes when in my room. It was the greatest feeling in the world, being naked, rubbing fur against fur when you were in love with someone like I was with Justin and Kip. When I was with them, I didn't care about anything else but loving them.

It was that night that I realized something very important. Even though I still saw my boys as immature, obnoxious little brats at times. When I looked at them, I saw for the first time how mature and grown up they were. As I looked at them, I thought about the little cubs they were, the little kids they were when we first met. What I saw now were two big, burly canines who I loved deeply. They really were such good boys. I mean, they wouldn't hurt anyone. They were great employees at work, and that was an age when most beasts their age were coming and going like crazy. Most of the employees we got from their age bracket weren't concerned about being good employees, as they could crawl back to Mommy and Daddy if things went wrong. Not my Justin and Kip! My boys went into work everyday with a great attitude and the greatest work ethic. I couldn't ask for better lovers.

So, the night began like any other night. I was in the middle, but not as the one getting spit roasted. I was the one who was in control of the situation. Mature as my boys were, they still relied on me to guide them through sexual matters, and I was all too glad to help them out with that. With all of us stripped to the fur, I got on my knees behind Kip, as he was ready to take Justin orally. This was nothing new, but was still welcome to me.

I penetrated Kip anally, and heard him grunt while Justin was shoving his cock into him. Justin and I looked at each other as we both went about fucking our dingo. Kip was no stranger to being double teamed, and loved every second of it. It had been a few days since I had taken either of my boys, so I was desperately aching for release. It was so great for all of us.

We went about double teaming each other hours into the night. It was Friday night, so it wasn't like any of us had anyplace to go in the morning. Even though Kip had been in the middle the first time, he wanted to remain there over and over again as Justin and I fucked him senseless. I was used to going crazy on both of my boys, but Kip was the type who thoroughly enjoyed getting taken from both ends by his lovers, and Justin and I took every advantage of that. We went wild into the wee hours of the morning, with me lying in between Justin and Kip, just like usual.

As I was lying there, in between my wolf and dingo, I thought to myself how much better would the world be if I and everyone else just resigned ourselves to how we really felt sexually? Really, what was the harm? I thought about how much I loved my two boys, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't picture anyone loving them more than that.