Hey Everyone, sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. Been busy and haven't had the chance. But I am here now...and here is the next part of our little story.

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WARNING: SLASH.

Chapter 3.

Randy and Sam arrived with Alanna exactly 2 nights later. John was thrilled to have the company. Things were lonely around home since Nikki had gone.

John answered the door, to find Alanna standing on his front step with a huge smile on.

"Hi Uncle John! Mommy and Daddy are just getting the suitcases out of the car."

"Hiya munchkin! Come on in...You hungry? I bet you are after that trip. I'm gonna go help your Mom and Dad with the bags. Go have a seat at the kitchen table...there's some milk and cookies there for you." John told her and Alanna hurried off towards the kitchen.

John went outside and his eyes lit up when he caught sight of Randy. He looked so handsome in faded jeans and a loose fitting white T shirt. Samantha smiled at John as he walked up.

"Hello John, how are you?"

"I'm ok, Sam. Better now that you guys are here." John replied.

"Is Alanna inside?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I set out some milk and cookies for her. I thought she would want a little snack after the flight and everything."

"How sweet of you, John. You're going to spoil her." said Sam.

Sam picked up her suitcase then and went inside the house. John turned to face Randy.

"Hi." he said, with that sexy grin of his.

"Hello Yourself." Randy replied looking at him with that half-grin of his that drove John crazy.

John looked down at his sneakers. He blushed slightly as he realized that tonight would be the first night that they could stay together for the entire night. He was glad that the guest wing, where Sam and Alanna would be staying was at the other end of the house. John felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought of what would happen later on.

John reached for Randy then, and pulled him close.

"I've been aching to hold you all day." He whispered in Randy's ear.

"Yes, you feel good too. Ever since we landed at the airport. All I wanted was to get here so that I could see you." Randy replied and then paused to nibble John's earlobe.

They pulled apart then. "Let's go inside. I'll take your bags." John said to Randy.

They dropped the bags in the front foyer, and went into the kitchen.

"You want a beer?" John asked Randy.

"Sure."

"Samantha, can I get you anything?" John asked

"I'll have a Perrier John, with a slice of lime."

"Uncle John." Alanna piped up.

"Yes Munchkin?"

"Where's Auntie Nikki?"

John and Randy looked at each other, this was not going to be easy. And they hadn't the first clue of how to tell Alanna about the REAL reason that Auntie Nikki was not around.

"Well Auntie Nikki decided that she didn't want to live here with Me anymore. She was missing Auntie Brie, and so she went to live with her." John said.

"Oh okay. Is she gonna come back?"

"Alanna, why don't we go upstairs and check out our rooms? Uncle John has some special surprises for you up there, isn't that right Uncle John?" Sam cut in, to change the subject.

"Yep. And guess what, Munchkin...You're gonna need to go to bed nice and early because Tomorrow morning we are all getting in the car and driving to Disney World! I've arranged everything. I even got a special Princess room for you and Mommy to stay in."

"What about you and Daddy?" she asked.

"Well your Daddy and I will be in a different room, one for boys."

"Oh, okay." she said, and hurried off with Sam.

After she was upstairs and out of ear shot, John sighed heavily and turned to Randy.

"This is not going to be easy. She sure is inquisitive. She wants to know everything. Well I think we'll be okay if we just tell her the basics like I've been doing."

"I agree, You did great just now, baby." Randy said, walking over to John and pulling him into his arms once again.

"My gosh, would you look at the time...we'd better get to bed...we need to be up early in the morning to drive to Orlando." John said, with a sexy twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, and I'm exhausted." Randy replied, reaching down to give John's bum a gentle squeeze as he leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips.

John grabbed Randy's hand then, and together they hurried upstairs to John's bedroom.

Once they were inside with the door locked, John pulled Randy into his arms and pushed him up against the back of the door. He pulled Randy's T shirt over his head, and then unbuckled his belt, and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, yanking them off quickly.

John's breath hitched as he stood there looking at this incredibly sexy specimen of manhood that stood in front of him. He wanted him badly, and there was no stopping him now. He was about to take what he wanted.

John sank to his knees in front of Randy. He reached out and ran the palm of his hand along the firm bulge in the front of Randy's tight gray boxer briefs. He heard Randy moan softly, and whisper "Oh Yes!"

John decided that he was going to take his time and enjoy this. He gripped Randy through the tight cotton material.

"Oh John..." Randy moaned.

"What Randy? What do you want?" John said, as he stroked gently back and forth, making Randy grind against his hand.

"Touch me, John."

"I am touching you, Randy."

"No..not like that. Take off my shorts. I want to feel your hand around me. I want to feel you stroke me. I want your mouth on me too John...please..." Randy begged.

"So needy, Mr. Orton." John said. "I like that."

John turned away from Randy then and walked towards the bed, pulling off his own clothes as he did so. He lay down on the bed, and looked up at Randy, who was still standing over by the door, pouting.

"Coming?" John asked.

"I sure as hell hope so." Randy said as he ran across the room and jumped on the bed.

They giggled for a minute but then fell silent as John embraced Randy and kissed him again.

"Randy..." John moaned

"John..." Randy whispered.

Randy pushed John onto his back. He then trailed soft kisses all down John's neck and over his collarbones and shoulders, down his chest, swirling his tongue around each of John's nipples.

"Oh Randy..." John moaned again.

Randy smiled back at John and continued to plant kisses all the way down John's front until he reached the tip of John's cock which was now standing at full attention. He did not hesitate and he slid his lips around John quickly, sliding teasingly slowly, up and down...

"Randy..." John moaned. "Oh that feels soooo good."

Randy did not stop. He continued on. John moaned and writhed.

"Ohhhh, faster baby." John pleaded. He began to gently rock his hips back and forth, trying to get Randy to take him deeper.

Suddenly John felt himself on the edge of a powerful climax.

"Randy...I'm gonna cum." John groaned.

Randy still did not stop, and seconds later John grunted loudly and called out Randy's name as he went over the edge.

John fell back against the pillows with a contented sigh.

"Wow! Randy, that was the best blowjob I have ever had."

"Really. 'cause the way you used to brag about the Bella Bitch, I thought she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose."

"Randy...don't start."

"I'm not."

"Good, 'cause now it's my turn." John said and he pushed Randy over onto his back.

In the moments that followed, John proved to Randy that his relationship with Nikki was definitely a thing of the past.

They fell asleep in each others arms, that night. But just before they did, John thought he saw the faintest trace of a smile on Randy's lips, and he knew that he was falling even deeper and harder.