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  • The blue moon

    THE BLUE MOON – Chapter 2

    written by: Bill Hudley

    as Chapter one ended….

    We both dozed off, Jake spooned up against my back and his lips kissed my neck and nuzzled against my ear. I woke and glanced over at the bedside clock and freaked when I saw that it was almost 6am. My folks would be up in just a few minutes, I explained to Jake as I dressed and he went with me to the door, I was almost down the kitchen steps when I turned and rushed to him to give him a quick kiss.

    “I’ll come by your store after work, we gotta do this again Jake. I don’t want this to be just a one time thing, I still want you inside me.”

    He hugged me and I ran off toward my house. I hated this part, all I really wanted to do was go back to bed with him and cuddle up, tears brimmed in my eyes because I had to leave him so suddenly.

    CHAPTER 2

    I quietly slipped in through the kitchen door and went directly to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom. I undressed and cleaned myself with a washcloth as best I could then stepped across the hall into my room. Luckily, my folk weren’t stirring about as yet.

    I lay back on my bed and images of Jake filled my mind. It dawned on me that in all my gay sex experiences at school I had never failed to have an orgasm, but tonight was different on many levels that I’m not sure I quite understand as yet. First of all, I conquered the SNAKE. I got all of Jake’s XXXL cock down my throat. Jake said no one had ever done that before, there was a certain pleasure in knowing that Jake had never been serviced as I had done. The scary parts were that all during our time together, I kept getting strange feelings, wanting to kiss him, cuddle him to me, all things that I’ve never done before.

    Occasionally I would reciprocate and go to bed with a guy at school but there was never any intimacy like I felt with Jake. That’s what threw me for a loop, with Jake the sex was intimate and very emotional, entirely new concepts to me sexually, and I like them enough to know I want more.

    It was only a few minutes until I heard my Mom stirring about in the kitchen and I dressed and went to prepare our breakfast. I got the sausage in the skillet and made sausage gravy and biscuits for us. Mom went to bring Dad to the kitchen in his chair. After a quick clean up I was off to work.

    All day whenever there was a break in my mental activity, thoughts of Jake and the things we did last night filled my thoughts. I could hardly wait to get back over to his place again. When I left work I drove straight home, changed clothes and walked the few block over to Jake’s store.

    When I entered there were two customers there, Jake just waved and said he’d be with me shortly. I went to the ‘old farts’ area around the stove to sit and wait until the customers were gone. Finally when they were gone, Jake walked over and I felt my heart rate amp up just watching him walk toward me. We were alone and he sat down in a chair beside me. He crooked a finger motioning for me to come closer. When I did, he lightly kissed my lips and sat back in his chair.

    “Thanks for last night David. It went way beyond wonderful. I hope I get to return the favor soon.”

    Looking into his eyes I felt my cock stir in my shorts.

    “Anytime Jake, when you want us to do that again just let me know. I’ll come running to you. I liked it a lot.”

    “I’m sorry we fell asleep before I could get you off, I want you just like you took me David, and maybe even more later. Jeez, I’m boning up just sitting here with you. When can you come back and we can finish what we started?”

    “After our supper tonight! I can be here about 7:30pm after cleaning up from supper if you want.”

    Jake just looked at me, not talking for a few moments, then took my hand and squeezed it a bit and said…

    “I want! I really like feeling your body against me, I like your beautiful, hard cock, but most of all I just like you David.”

    We heard a car pull up outside and Jake rose and went behind the counter. Mrs. Andrews, my neighbor walked in and said hello to Jake and handed him her shopping list, seeing me at the chairs, she came back to ask about my Dad. I stood to greet her and we talked for a few minutes about my folks and when I would get to go back to college. When Jake came by and asked her if there was anything else she said goodbye and went to the counter to pay. I followed and took her groceries out to her car for her.

    Back inside, Jake took me by the hand and led me to a nook behind the meat cooler and pushed me against the wall and kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. I became confused by the tenderness of his kiss and the raw lust it brought out in me. I pulled him into another hard, rough tongue fuck kiss, grinding our bodies together. Jake pulled back and stepped away a bit.

    “Damn David, we have to be careful here. It will be closing time soon, then dinner for Mom and I. You go do what you have to do and get you cute little butt back here when you’re through at home for the night. We’ve got unfinished business, you and I.”

    “Yes, I agree Jake. I’ll be back at your place as soon as I can get through at home. Jeez, Jake, my heart’s racing from excitement.”

    Another quick kiss, just a peck on his lips really, and I was on my way out the door. Just as I opened the door, Jake’s hand rubbed over my butt, stopping me in my tracks and I let him feel all he wanted. I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

    “That feels so good. It will feel even better when we hide the ‘Snake’ deep inside there.”

    Jake leaned over and was breathing into my ear, goose flesh sprang up all over my body.

    “Yeah, we’ll hide it there tonight David…but I’m gonna want you in me sometime very soon too. I went to sleep thinking about us last night. This is so unexpected but so very good too. Hurry back David.”

    I was out the door and running back to my folks house. Mom came into the kitchen just as I opened the back door.

    “David! I was wondering where you had gone off to. You’re all hot and sweaty, did you go for a run?”

    “I ran over to the Asher’s store. I met up with Jake down at the Blue Moon a couple of nights ago. We played basketball together in high school. He’s the only person I’ve seen in town my age, that I know. He has a computer and is letting me use it some.”

    “How nice that you’ve found a friend here. Be sure and tell Mrs. Asher hello for me and your father. The poor dear, she’s had a very hard time coping with her husband’s sudden passing. I wish there was something I could do for her.

    And Jake, her son, having to give up going to college, and with a full sports scholarship too. That won’t happen to you David. You’re going back to school when that disability check for you father starts up. You’ll go back the next semester, for sure.”

    “I know Mom and I thank you for that. I just wish there were something I could do for Jake. If he doesn’t get in school soon, he’ll never go to college.”

    “David, there’s something else we need to talk about. I’ve told you about your Aunt Margret’s problems, her health has been in rapid decline since before your Uncle James passed away nearly three years ago. It’s Cancer, she’s asked your Father and I to come and live with her in Florida. She says she doesn’t want to die alone and she will leave her house to us in her will. If we were to take her up on the offer, you would still be at school, it would just be fewer visits with us until you graduate. Also, eventually you will inherit the house in Florida. A much better inheritance that this little house in Benton, Georgia for sure. Her place is in downtown Orlando and they’ve lived there over 30 years. Your Dad’s doctor’s all say it would be good for your father there too.”

    “Mom! That’s great news. You and Dad should go. I’ll get down there to see you as often as I can, but you need to go there. I’m sorry about Aunt Margret but I know she needs you too. You’re her only sister. I’ll come every semester break to visit, and holidays too when I can.”

    “Thank you David…I think it’s what we need to do also. It will take forever for this place to sell I fear, so we might have better luck renting it. It’s paid for and the rental money would help and you could visit more often.”

    “I think I should go tell Dad I’m all for it, he’s bound to get better in the nicer climate in Orlando. Oh…with the rental money you can get him so rehab help too. If we can get him walking again it will make such a big difference in his attitude as well as his health.”

    “Thank you son. You’re such a good young man and we’re so very proud of you.”

    “Family comes first Mom, always has and always will. You get down there and comfort Aunt Margaret and get Dad out in the sunshine. We’re all gonna be fine, nothing’s gonna keep the Di Basi clan down for long!”

    “Now I need to get dinner started, go take care of Dad and I’ll cook.”

    We would have fried cube steak dredged in flour and covered with white gravy, biscuits, mashed potatoes, English peas and with sweet iced tea. In less than 30 minutes I was calling Mom and Dad to the table.

    While we were eating I told Dad that I thought he and Mom should go to Florida. He looked to Mom and she nodded yes and then he turned to me. I put my hand over his good one and looked into his eyes.

    “Going to Aunt Margret’s will be good for all of you. She’ll have family with her when her time comes, you and Mom will both be better off in the Florida sunshine.”

    He sat silent, looking at me for for several seconds, I saw his lips quiver a bit I could tell he was trying to speak, Mom moved to him and he motioned her away. I held his look, keeping my eyes on him and trying my best to will him to say his first words since the stroke.

    “G…g…ud…son!

    I couldn’t stop it, I started crying like a kid. My Dad’s first words were ‘good son!’ I rose and hugged him, kissed his cheek and said…

    “Good Father.”

    Across the table Mom was wiping away her tears when he turned his head and said to her…

    “G…gud wife, luv u”

    That started Mom and me to crying again. Dad is speaking! He’s getting better. The Di Basi’s are gonna bounce back!

    I cleaned up the dishes and put away the leftovers, then went into the living room where Mom and Dad were watching a TV show. She had pulled a straight back caned bottom chair over and sat beside him in his wheelchair, I saw that they were holding hands. I went to my room, sat down on my bed and cried again, a release of all the built up tension and fears for Dad’s condition had all been eased when he finally spoke again. I knew in my heart that my Dad would get back to his old self again. He may still be partially paralyzed but he’ll be Dad again, the Lord willing.

    I changed and went to tell the folks I was going over to Jake’s to play some computer games. I jogged the few blocks over to his house and found him out in the yard weeding out a flower bed. I jogged right up to him.

    “JAKE! The best news…my dad spoke at dinner, the first he’s been able to say anything since the stroke. He told me I was a good son and my Mom that he loves her. We both over the moon, we’re so excited.”

    “Wow! that is good news David. I’m happy for you.”

    “What’s up Jake, you seem a bit down tonight. Anything wrong I should know about?”

    “No…things with you and I are about the best thing happening to me right now. My Mom told me today that she’s getting married again…to Mr. Burgess, the Druggist at Rite Aid over in Blairsville. I don’t know how I can keep this store going by myself.”

    “Jake…sell the store and the house or rent the house and get yourself into college. You may not have another chance like this. My folks are leaving too! They’ll be moving to Orlando where my Aunt is dying of Cancer. Jake you have to take this opportunity. It’s your ticket out of here.”

    “You’re right David, I know that. I don’t imagine I could get the scholarship back from App State after nearly two years. You think I could get into UT-Chattanooga where you are.”

    “It depends…how were your grades?”

    “I had a 3.5 GPA in High School.’

    “You’ll have to take some tests but I don’t think you’ll have a problem getting in at UTC.”

    “You wouldn’t mind me being there David?”

    “Why would I mind having my friend at school with me? After last night I think I would mind if you weren’t there.”

    Jake blushed crimson!

    “I’m so sorry we didn’t finish, if you want, we can do it again tonight and you get to go first.”

    “Jake…I want…I want like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve thought of little else but what we did last night. Yeah, I want it.”

    Jake was still blushing.

    “You were fantastic, I couldn’t believe the way you made me feel, I just hope I can make you feel as good.”

    “You don’t have to worry about that…I could get off all night long just kissing you, not to mention what I want you to do later.”

    “C’mon, let’s go get started…Mom’s away with the druggist, we’ve got the place to ourselves.”

    Just inside the kitchen Jake tugged at my arm and I turned to him. He put his arms around me and pulled me into a gentle, sensuous kiss that left me with my heart pounding in my chest and my lungs gasping for more air. I lay my head on his chest and hugged him tightly to me.

    “Wow Jakey, you sure know how to kiss.”

    He laughed.

    “No ones called me Jakey since I was young.”

    “Sorry, it just sort of slipped out!” I said.

    “It’s okay, now I can call you Davey, Jakey and Davey, but we probably should just keep it private around here.”

    “So when is you Mom going to be married Jakey.”

    “She hasn’t told me yet.” he said laughing.

    We made our way to his room, him in front of me, holding my hand as we went to his room. He started up with more kissing and I was limp as a dish rag when he was through. We fell onto his bed and wrapped around each other with our arms and legs. He continued with the fantastic kissing while I was unbuttoning his jeans. Jake was going commando and I tugged his jeans down to his knees.

    I paid my respects to the ‘Snake’ caressing and kissing it and marveling at the size. Even after having it all down my throat last night, I was awed just looking at it.

    “No David, you need to come up here and let me take care of you. I want to touch and kiss every inch of you, and we’ll save those extra stiff inches you have there until the last. Give me another kiss before I start my worship of your rockin’ hot body.”

    Jake started out on my nips (which drives me up the wall) and I’m groaning and moaning trying not to buck him off the bed. His tongue on my abs and the lower region below my navel had much the same effect as my nips, but when he grabbed my nut sac and pulled hard, I roared loudly. Damn, he knows all the right places to get me worked up. By now my cock is flat against my stomach and leaking like a rusty faucet. It took Jake two tries to pry it down to his mouth level. At first he licked and lapped up the clear pre cum, I’m uncut and Jake loved getting his tongue under my foreskin almost as my much as I loved having his tongue there , I might add.

    After what seemed like hours, Jake pulled my cock down, looked into my eyes and took all of me, deep into his throat. He made swallowing motions that felt like he was milking me for my semen. I suppose I was lost in what his mouth and lips were doing and I yelped in surprise when two fingers entered my rectum and began stroking against my prostate. I’ve been fucked before but I’ve never felt those sensations, no ones ever touched that gland in me before.

    In moments I was begging Jake to please, please fuck me. When I felt the big blunt head of the “Snake” bumping against my anus, I had to rethink this. I wasn’t sure I would ever get just the enormous glans in me let alone the length and girth of him. I lay on my back and with each hand I spread my cheeks as wide as I could. I felt Jake applying more lube but this was different, very cool and it seemed to be numbing me a bit. I later found out that he used Anal Ease to get us started.

    Jake was so sweet, talking to me, telling me how good I made him feel, and all the time he was gently, slowly getting his cock inside me. Suddenly I felt a white hot pain searing my opening, my wide open eyes clamped shut trying my best to block the pain, I was breathing hard and felt like I needed to get the ‘Snake’ out of me before I was torn and bleeding.

    Bless him, Jake never moved and he kept asking if I wanted to stop. With one hand I pulled on his neck and we locked in another frantic kiss. Jake was jacking my hard cock while we kissed and in a few moments, the pain eased and I pulled on his legs to get more of the ‘Snake’ in me. It took us a long while but finally I felt full, almost to bursting. Jake was deep inside me. He began a gentle rocking motion that began to feet good and I started rocking against him. We finally reached the point where he’s in as deep as he can go and I arched up against him, grinding on his huge spike deep in my guts; it is absolute heaven, I’ve never felt anything quite like this.

    Jake began withdrawing a bit then plunging deep again, each thrust like that sent chills and goose-flesh over my skin. I loved the way it made me feel.

    “More Jake, more. Fuck me now, god I’m so full of you. Fuck it Jakey, fuck me.”

    Jake slowly began his rhythm and I broke out in a sweat, as he built up speed slowly, I felt that I might pass out from the pure pleasure his big cock was giving me. Jake stopped and grabbed two pillows and put them under my butt, taking my ankles in each hand and he began long deep strokes, making me shudder with each deep plunge, I reached down to feel where his big cock entered me and was surprised when I noticed my own cock hard and throbbing.

    I grabbed my cock and started jacking as Jake pounded my butt. Ohmigod did this feel good. The ‘Snake’ churning my guts and me jacking my cock like there would be no tomorrow.

    Jake was covered in sweat, he kept saying…

    “Ooh such a sweet tight ass Davy, you like my big cock in you huh? I sure do like it in you…such a sweet ass. Oh god, babe, you’re milking my cock. Oh jeez…come with me Davey, you nearly ready babe? Let’s cum babe, you’re so good, so tight, so sweet. My Davey.”

    My body felt like there was a loose wire shorting out; every few strokes there was this electrical jolt that shocked my entire body. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think beyond the cock filling my ass and the tickling in my balls. Sometime time a few hours ago or maybe it was just a of a minute or two ago, I began fucking back at the ‘Snake’, throwing my ass up to meet his down stroke. This was pure lust, I’ve never felt such sexual abandon. I’ve never been a part of such a base sexual act.

    Before I could even get the thought to my brain, my semen was racing through my cock covering my body with semen and sweat. My body tensed, legs straight, toes pointed, my back arched as I roared loudly at my release. Jake’s semen was running out of me and onto the sheets. He collapsed atop me, his lungs heaving for air.

    It seemed it was ages before we could speak. Jake managed to kiss my lips lightly.

    “The best…you’re the best Davey, nothing will ever top that.”

    When I woke Jake wasn’t in the bed. I found him in the kitchen standing at the sink looking out the kitchen window. I walked up and put my arms around him and hugged him to me. He wriggled out of my hug and stepped away, I was shocked that he didn’t want me to touch him.

    “What’s wrong Jake…did I do something to upset you?’

    “No, it isn’t you, it’s me. You better get your things and go before my Mom comes back.”

    ‘But Jake, I…”

    I was crushed, the most meaningful thing in my life had been when we were making love and now he’s pissed and wants me to leave. I ran back to his room and put on my clothes, I had to get away from here before he saw me cry. I hadn’t a clue what was bothering him. Just a short while ago I felt closer to him than anyone else on earth. I was crazy about him, even thinking, dreaming about us as a couple someday. Now he just wants me gone.

    I tugged my shoes on and ran out his kitchen door without a word to him. I was afraid that I’d start crying if I said a word. I don’t know what I did or said but somehow I sure screwed things up between us. Instead of heading home I went to my secret place in the woods behind our house. I used to go there as a little kid. now I just needed to cry out this awful hurting in my chest. What’s worse, every step I took the feeling deep inside me reminded me of the unbelievable love making we share. The ache in my ass and balls reminded me of what I had lost so suddenly.

    Some how I cried myself to sleep and I woke just as the sky began to lighten at dawn. I quietly slipped into our house and to my room, feeling like I had lost everything and I didn’t know why.

    I got a couple of hours sleep before I got up to cook breakfast and head off to work. Mom commented that I looked tired and I told her I just didn’t sleep well. I managed to go through the motions at work, sort of on autopilot, doing what I had to but not really thinking about what I was doing. I went home after work and lay down for a while then got up to cook our dinner. After the cleanup ! went back to my room and lay on my bed, Mom stuck her head in and I told her I was just sleepy from being awake so much last night.

    The next day was much the same. I wanted to talk with Jake but I knew that he would have to come to me. He made it plain that he didn’t want me around that night. While I was a quivering, quaking mess inside, I kept a calm exterior, I didn’t want to have to explain anything to my family. There really wasn’t much to explain, Jake got what he wanted from me and he was done. It was as simple as that.

    The weekend came and it was now four days and no word from Jake. I tried to reconcile myself to the fact that no matter what I thought, the feelings I had for him were definitely one sided. He got his blow job and a good fuck and that was all he wanted. How could I have been so blind not to see that sex was all he wanted.

    I retreated into a shell, I stopped going to the Blue Moon, I went to work and came home, after each evenings family dinner I retreated to my room and read book after book from the lending library in town. Then one Saturday night I decided that it was silly to hide in my room so I headed down to the Blue Moon. I pulled out a stool and sat at the bar.

    Kenny rushed over to ask where I had been and was afraid that his kidding around had made me mad and I’d stayed away because of him. I told him that I had been under the weather a bit and was staying home a lot. He gave me the beer I’d ordered and went off to the other customers. I watched the TV for a while and had a second beer. Kenny came back to me with an envelope in his hand.

    Davie, that tall guy, your friend, left this here for you a couple of weeks ago I guess. Anyway he asked that I give it to you if you came in. I looked at the envelope; My name was on the front in neatly printed block letters, when I turned it over I saw that it was completely sealed with scotch tape, which I thought odd at first but then realized it was his way of making sure no one would tamper with it trying to get open. I felt my heart rate bump up a bit and I tucked the envelope inside my shirt. I wanted to tear it open and read it right them but I knew I had to be alone when I read it. I was certain it was his way of telling me to fuck off and never speak of what we’d done to anyone.

    By the third beer I was no longer interested in anything Jake Asher had to say to me. I managed to get home and into my room and I laid the envelope on the bureau and set about getting ready for bed. Fuck Jake Asher…if he didn’t know what he’d thrown away the to fucking bad for him. I took the envelope and stuck in a book with my school things and crawled in bed. I lay awake for hours thinking about what could be in that envelope but I was determined that I would not open it. If Jake wanted to clear his conscience, he’d have to do it face to face.

    Things with my folks started happening fairly quickly, first the disability claim with Social Security was approved and Mom and Dad began making plans to move to Florida. I would stay here in Benton until I could start the next semester at college. We began packing up the things that they would take with them and since they wouldn’t be taking their furniture I was left with a fully furnished home. Mom and dad told me that when it was time for me to go back to school that I should auction off all the furnishing in the house and put the money into my college fund.

    The day that Mom and Dad left for Florida I drove them to the airport in Chattanooga, they would fly to Atlanta and change planes there to Orlando.

    Aunt Margaret had arranged with her church to have someone meet Mom and Dan and bring them to her house. I decided to spent the night in Chattanooga and went to a gay bar there. I only stayed there less than half an hour, I knew that this was not what I wanted or needed. I went back to my room and drove over to the University the next morning and made all the necessary arrangements to resume my Third year at college. I drove back to back to Benton arriving home about four pm.

    I checked the mailbox and pulled out the small stack of bills and flyers and dropped one, when I bent to pick it up I saw that it was from Jake Asher, sealed with tape just like the one left at the Blue Moon. I was curious but not enough to open it. I had gone from being terribly hurt to very mad. Jake was a jerk and I didn’t need or want to read or hear his excuses. i put the second letter with the first in my school things.

    Soon it was the day of the auction and I would be leaving Benton for good. I was happy to be going back to school, there was a time when I thought I never get an opportunity to finish college.

    The crowd started gathering early, going through the house looking at everything and making up their minds what they might bid on. At 11:00am the auctioneer started and from that point on, things went at a hectic pace. The furniture items went first and for more money than I ever imagined. By 2:00pm everything but the house was sold. I had put a reserve price on the house, it if didn’t bring a minimum of $75,000 we wouldn’t sell. Mom and Dad had agreed with me that we would just keep the place and rent it out through a real estate agent if it didn’t sell for at least the reserve.

    The bidding started fast and quickly rose to $70,000 then stalled there long enough to make me think we’d be keeping the house. The auctioneer was trying all the tricks he knew and then there was another bid at $71,000, then another, the bidding was back on track and finally ended at $81,500. I was overjoyed.

    By five o’clock most everything was taken away, I knew I’d be staying the night at Edna Scott’s rooming house. I went around the house making sure there was nothing left outside, and I went back in the house to lock up and go over to Edna’s. When walked in the front door there stood Jake Asher.

    Despite all the things I had vowed I’d tell him if I ever saw him again, I felt like I had just taken a hard punch in my stomach, a wave a nausea passed over me and I thought I might throw up. My skin felt clammy and I was in a cold sweat. I just stood there, unable to say a word. With a catch in his voice Jake said…

    “So you’re really leaving town?”

    I nodded, still not sure if I would speak or throw up.

    “I had hoped that the two letters would at least get you to talk with me.”

    I was getting my ‘mad’ back.

    “I never opened either of them, they’re packed away. You used me for a blow job and a pretty good fuck, no…honestly it was a great fuck, like none I’ve ever known. Anyway, you got your rocks and told me to leave. I figure that was all that needed to be said. What I can’t figure out though is why you are here, is it just to remind me of what a total shithead you are? why did you wait until my last day here? Did you just come to say goodbye?”

    “I’ve wanted to see you, talk to you for some time now, but after not hearing from you after the letters I figured it would be best to stay away…Then when I heard about you auctioning everything off I figured I’d never get another chance so I decided last night to come here today. I knew it would probably be your last day here and I had to see you again before you walk out of my life. There’s so much I wanted to tell you but I can see you don’t want to hear it. I’m so very sorry David. I could go on for hours about how I messed things up for us, but now I don’t think it would make a difference. I will say that it was never just a blowjob and a terrific fuck to me. It did confuse me and I make the biggest mistake of my young life asking you to leave. But the one thing I want you to know as you leave Benton for good is that with all my heart, I love you David.”

    I was trembling inside as I fought to keep him from seeing me cry. I’ve already shed more tears over him that I care to remember.

    “Where are you staying tonight David?”

    “Over at Edna Scott’s, then I leave for Chattanooga in the morning.”

    “Could we go get a beer or coffee somewhere before you leave?”

    “I don’t think that’s a good idea Jake. After the way I felt when I saw you here, I know I’m not ready to sit down and talk it out with you just yet. Once I get back to school I’ll read your letters. After that I’ll decide if we need to talk.”

    “Oh…uh…okay…I understand…I’m so sorry I fucked everything up with us. All I want is for us to feel like we did that night again…not the sex part…but the love thing…I guess it’s too late now but I do love you David. I know we’re young, but I also know I want to be with you, no one else will do, I want you.”

    Now I was really fighting back tears. Damn him…and God help me, in spite of everything…I’m still crazy mad for him.

    “Jake…before you go, leave me you phone number and address.”

    He asked for my phone and I handed it to him to enter his number and address. When he gave the phone back to me I called his number. There, now you have my number. He smiled back when I rang his number.

    “I’ll be at UTC, I’ve got a small apartment on McCallie Ave. just down the street from campus. Jacob, I’m not promising you anything. So much has been going on, getting my parents moved to Orlando, getting this place ready for the auction, I haven’t had much time to think about us, or what you did.”

    “Well David, I’ll leave and let you get on with closing down.”

    He stepped forward and held out his hand, I looked at it then up to his face, then put my arm around him in a hug. I felt him sob into my shoulder as he hugged me very tightly to him. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear…

    “I really do love you David.”

    He pulled away and went out the door quickly, I imagined him crying as he left, I know I sure was.

    Mom and Dad had given me their car, a six year old Jeep Grand Cherokee SUV which came in handy for going back to school. I had it packed to the roof with my school things and a couple of boxes of things from the house that didn’t sell and I couldn’t just throw away.

    I got registered for the first semester of my third year (again!) and breezed through the first weeks since I had already covered that part before. I had the time and I read David’s letters that first week back at school. The first was most all apologies, saying that he really didn’t mean for me to just leave, he always thought we’d be together again that next night. I never occurred to him that I might take his wanting to be alone as giving me the brush off.

    I guess I could understand that, but it still hurt me, it still does. That probably means that I still care a great deal about him, if his words that night more than a month ago still sting. I thought he and I had connected with this great emotional bond between us and then it was all trashed when he asked me to go before his Mom came home.

    The second was all about his realization that what he had felt that night that confused him so was the fact that he was in love. He managed to say that he loves me in at least every other line of his letter. He even told me that he would take me to Colorado and we’d get married. He made it clear that he wants us top be partners and lovers.

    On the second day back at UTC I got a text message from Jake, nothing important, just asking if all went okay on the trip and wishing me well. He also told me that he was running the store alone now, his Mom was practically living with the druggist in Blairsville. He mentioned that Kenny at the Blue Moon asked about me every time he saw him. In the last paragraph he reiterated his love for me and how that if ever I would give him the chance, he would beg and plead for a chance to prove his love for me. His last lines made me cry. Near the end he wrote…

    “My only excuse is my inexperience in matters of the heart. Having never before experienced the emotional side of making love, I was completely blindsided by the magnitude of our act of love. That night you were barely out of sight when I realized that I was driving you away. It’s seems somehow appropriate that my first experience with matters of the heart was having my own shattered by my foolish and inconsiderate reactions. My wish is that one day you’ll forgive me and take me back, and one day know just how much I want and need you.

    “David please, give me the chance to make this up to you, I love you like I never knew was possible. I can’t imagine my life without you with me. I know that you could not have shared that incredible night we had and no longer have any feelings for me or for us and what we shared. We both need the ‘us’ that we created that night David. Can either of us live without it?

    There was no stopping the tears this time. I cried for what we’d lost, I cried because he seems so earnest and humbly sorry, and most of all I cried because I couldn’t hold him in my arms now…when I needed him the most.

    On my Third day back at school I called him. I told him I had read the letters and that he was forgiven. I’m not yet ready to resume our sexual relationship but we can work on becoming better friends. I even asked him to come up to Chattanooga on Saturday after the store closed.

    I would meet him out in front of my apartment on McCallie Ave. just down the street from the University. With the money from the sale of furniture and the house banked away, I splurged and rented a just barely off-campus apartment. It was quiet and close to just about everything and I rode a bike to classes. The little apartment gave me the opportunity to cook my own meals. While I was staying with the folks. I became accustomed to home cooking and and I really enjoyed the cooking part.

    I kept looking out to the street and finally I saw the blue and white panel van with ASHER’S MARKET on the side. I rushed out to greet him. Outside we shook hands but the moment I closed the apartment door he rushed to hug me.

    “Thank you David, I was so scared that I’d lost you forever.”

    He kissed my neck again and gave an extra squeeze with his arms then let go.

    “We’ll just play it by ear and see how things go Jake. I’m glad you are here.

    Now what we need to do is get you moving on selling the store and house and getting your butt into college.”

    “I’ve already told my Mom that I was going to go to college even if I have to work and pay every penny myself. I think we’re going to lease the store and auction off the house like you did. She’s promised to give me half the money we get for the house and half of the monthly lease payments on the store.

    In two months she’ll be getting married again, and I’m gonna need a date for the wedding. Would you go with me, be my date, David?”

    I couldn’t help but laugh. I told him I would go with him but we’d need to cool it. Blairsville, Ga. will never be ready for a male gay couple.

    In just a couple of hours, Jake and I were back to being our old selves again. It felt good to be with him, and it was good to feel him touch me, which he did a lot, even just passing by he’d pat my back, muss my hair, come up behind me and hug up against me.

    I thought to myself that he’s wearing me down, I can’t stay pissed at him for much longer, I’m still crazy about him, and I want to lay naked with him again. That last night was so perfect , we would do that again, and I hoped that we could achieve that same level of connection we had that night in his room. Just thinking about that night made my rectal muscles contract. I’ve remembered often the feelings that ran through my mind and body as the ‘Snake,’ deep inside me, stretching me to my limits, brought chills and thrills to our lovemaking.

    We got Jake’s things from the van and I started cooking up an early dinner for us, I was going to surprise him and take him to his first Gay Dance bar. Alan Gold’s was just down the street about 6 blocks from my apartment. I didn’t let on to him about my plan. Jake insisted on cleaning up after our dinner, washing the dishes and silverware and I sat and watched him scurry about, telling him where to put the pots and pans.

    We sat on the couch for a while and watched some of the Britcoms on PBS Saturday nights. A little after 10pm I told him to go change into something nice because we were going out. He didn’t even ask where, I changed into the low rider Calvin Klein’s I wore that first night we made love. With them I wore a Orange and White Checkerboard print (like the end zones at Neyland Stadium at UT-Knoxville.. Jake came out wearing very tight jeans also and a Green T-Shirt that had “Ask me about my Grandson!” printed on the front, with an arrow pointing to his left side..

    I cracked up when I say his shirt and we had a good laugh. While we were laughing I noticed that his eyes were almost the same color as the shirt. The greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. When we quit laughing Jake just stared at me without speaking for over a minute, I was feeling a bit self conscious then he walked to me, put his arms around me and leaned in to kiss me. I started to turn my head when his free hand took my jaw and turned me to his lips. He kissed me, running his tongue along my bottom lip. I fought to keep from giving in to him, but I wanted it just as much as he did. As soon as tongues touched the rockets and explosions started again in my head. I put my arms around his neck and held on. What ever it was we were feeling, lust, love, something in between, it was stronger than it ever had been before. We were still in my bedroom and I knew we wouldn’t be going out anytime soon. We had urgent business to attend to right here and right now!

    I don’t remembers us getting naked, but we were, lying together on my bed, Jake’s tongue punching against my uvula like it was a punching bag. I was moaning for him, wanting him inside me again. I’m beginning to think that the ‘Snake’ may have ruined me for any other man. That’s just fine though, if all goes like we plan, there will never be another anyway.

    Suddenly Jake pushed up on one arm. Looking down into my eyes he smiled.

    “David, I need you to fuck me, I have to give myself to you like you did with me. Breed me David, fill my body with your semen, and my mind with your love.”

    I reached for the lube and Jake rolled onto his back. I gently began playing at his opening, twirling, swirling the lube on him and in him. When I crooked the two fingers in his rectum and stroked his prostate, a deep roar came from deep inside him and semen began to pool in his stomach. Once I had him stretched and lubed I knee walked up and he raised his arms to hug me to him.

    “I never thought I’d get this chance, to feel you in me, to give myself to you this way. Kiss me David, I love you, I need you. Now, please take me now.”

    I held his ankles and he guided my throbbing, leaking cock to his anus. Gently I bumped at his anus while we were locked in a tongue battling kiss. He only moaned when the spongy head of my cock slipped inside him. He broke away as his breath began to come in short gasps, I rocked back and forth, moving only fractionally inside him, watching his eyes and face for signs of too much pain. I felt his hand on my thighs, gently pulling me deeper into him. He had one hand stroking his cock and the other at his butt, feeling my cock slide in and out of him.

    “Um…David…fuck me harder baby, I want more of you in me. He increased the pressure with his hands, pulling me deeper and faster. ‘Oh sweet jeezus…Davie…Oh this is so sweet…hmm..fuck your Jakey David, fuck me good baby. Suddenly Jake’s eyes opened wide as saucers, I was grinding hard against his pelvic bone and my cock filled his hard little bubble but.

    On my next thrust in he threw his hips up and ground my cock deeper inside him, yelling out…Oh fuck…my sweet Davie…fuck me baby…fuck me hard…Oh Jeez, I never knew this was possible, you feel so good inside me. Keep fucking me…don’t stop, I don’t ever want this to stop…On No…don’t make me cum yet…it’s so good…your so good. Aww fuck, I can’t stop it…I’m gonna cum Davie, pump me hard, bang my ass. Ohhh!!! Jake grabbed great fistfuls of bedding as his orgasm started, his head thrashed from side to side, and a rumble deep inside him came roaring to the surface.

    “Oh god…oh god…now…come with me Davie…come with…AWW FUCK… Oh my god…DAVID! DAVID! I know now…I know…so hot…your cum is so hot in me.”

    My body had tensed rigid as I shot him full of my semen, every muscle in me wound as tightly as possible and then frozen in place by our mutual orgasm.

    Jake’s arms went around my neck and hauled my body on top of him, holding me tight and kissing me everywhere he could get his lips. I love you, David, I know know how you love me. Never, ever leave me. You’re mine David, your mine….mine…mi..

    We both dropped into sleep of some sort, maybe it was just a semi-conscious state of rest. No doubt about us now, just as soon as we can get his store leased and the house auctioned, he will be moving in here with me. Jake now knows what I felt that night at his house, the fantastic connection between us is now complete.

    When Jake get’s here, he find a job for a few months until he can get started in school. Meanwhile, he’ll work with a tutor to be sure he gets a good score on his SAT’s. We found a place called Academic Tutors that specializes in preparing students for their college ACT’s and SAT’s. Oh yeah, he;s started back working out at our high school gym back in Benton, he’s determined to try out for the College basketball team when he gets to school.

    So my grand plan to go slow and just be friends for a while ended in a bit over six hours together. I’m not upset in the least, in fact I was really turned on by the way he took charge and wouldn’t let me get out of his first kiss. I know now that he didn’t mean to end our budding relationship that night when he told me to go, all he wanted was a little space to think out what was happening with us. It was me that really fucked up our relationship with my pouty ass attitude, getting all hurt and pissed off by words he didn’t think could be construed differently than he meant them.

    Jake and I will be just fine, I drive down every weekend now to help get the house and contents ready for the auction, while Jake holds down the store. We have our Saturday nights together, and I drive back to school late Sunday afternoon. We do miss each other during the week and once we’re together full time there’s gonna be a lot of loving to make up for. I think a couple of months of Staying naked and in bed on Saturday and Sunday should get us nearly caught up.

    The End.


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  • Bad Neighbors

    “You just come in for a drink and a look see, or you want something more, Oskar?”

    “Just the drink today, Skinner, thanks. A shot and a chaser, please.”

    “Been some time since you got any, hasn’t it?” the bartender at the Buckhead Ranch said as he set up two shot glasses for the big Swede bellied up to the bar. “You’re still in fine shape, Oskar. You should be usin’ it.”

    “And payin’ you well to use it?” the big-boned Scandinavian with the fine head of blond hair said, towering a good foot above the barkeep as he leaned over the bar. His beefy arms, matted with curly blond hair, spread out dramatically on the surface of the wooden bar top that was marred with the carvings of hundreds of customers. He was smiling through his full mustache and trimmed beard, though, so he wasn’t taken as trying to be critical.

    “If you think I’m in such tip-top shape, why are you thinkin’ I need to come here and pay for it?”

    “You passed three tame bars to get to mine,” Oscar. “Don’t shit me why you chose mine. When you pay me for it, you get quality. Doubt you’re spiking any of those grizzled old cowpokes you’ve got out there at that ranch of yours.”

    “Got that right.”

    “We got a new guy here who might appeal and get you out of your funk. Over there, the well-built guy with the dark hair and the sulky look. Just your type, I think.”

    The muscular giant turned to look in the direction the barkeep, and house pimp, directed his attention. Skinner had a moment of panic, though. He might have gone too far. The funk the Swede was in had lasted a good ten years. And the new man, a really fine piece in his mid twenties, really did look like Pete had at that age. Still, Skinner thought it was time for Oskar to move on. The man did occasionally take a guy upstairs and Skinner had reports that he was horse hung and a good fucker. He really did need to use it more while he still could. He had to be, what? forty-five or so. He didn’t have too many more years of getting it up easily and getting pleasure out of it.

    “I don’t know,” the Swede said. “Really good-lookin’ and a fine body, but I don’t know. He don’t look like one to lie under a man.”

    One of Oskar’s arms had slid off the table and was stretched down in front of him between his belly and the bar. Skinner knew when a man was feeling himself up. So, he knew Oskar was interested in Frank.

    “His name’s Frank. He goes both ways, depending on what’s wanted. And I’m told he’s a real firecracker and has a sweet ass. Course he’s given some say here. If he don’t like the look of a man, he don’t have to go with him. You want to take him upstairs and go for a ride, Oskar? I reckon you’re overdue.”

    “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

    “A real sexy piece. Go for an hour with him?”

    “Now you’re pushin’ it, Skinner. A half hour should do.”

    “Already hard just lookin’ at him?”

    “Yeah, guess you got that right.”

    “OK. Half hour, one shot, paid now. You don’t come down after that, though, you can pay for the rest later.” Skinner turned and called out. “Frank, over here, please.”

    As Frank walked over to the bar, his eyes latched onto the big Swede. There wasn’t much else to look at in the room when the Swede was there, he was so tall, broad of shoulders, and barrel chested. Frank wasn’t a small guy himself, but Oskar towered over him. And Frank was well-muscled, but he didn’t have the bulging musculature of this rancher, who obviously was a hands-on worker. And hairy. The first impression Frank got was of the hair. Not just the unruly blond, curly pile on his head-some of it going gray-that curled around his ears and went down to his shirt collar, but the matting on his forearms and the tuft showing over the V of the plaid shirt he wore, material distressed across the bulging chest, above worn jeans and scruffed cowboy boots.

    Frank gave Oskar a big smile as he came up to the bar, the Swede turned to him, leaning on the bar, and Frank looked him up and down, his eyes lingering at the crotch. When his hazel eyes under thick, long black lashes flickered back up to the man’s face, Frank’s smile was even broader. He preferred big-dicked men, and this guy looked like he was ready for it already.

    “Frank, this is Mr. Swenson. You like what you see, you can take him to room three, please, and show him a good time.”

    “Gladly,” Frank said.

    This brought out a big grin from Oskar. He obviously was happy he’d passed muster, even if Frank was nothing more than a male whore.

    Oskar didn’t waste any time, and Frank didn’t hold him off. He gathered Frank into him with a beefy arm around his waist and was working the buttons on Frank’s shirt, with Frank doing the same with his, as soon as the door to room three slammed shut behind them. It was much like all of the rooms upstairs: a small room with all the essentials-a three-quarters bed, a small bureau, a straight chair, a wooden clothes horse for the client’s clothes, and a porcelain bowl with water and a towel for cleanup afterward. They were standing in the middle of the room, swaying against each other, their mouths plastered together in a long, deep kiss.

    Each were pulling arms back at the same time to shrug shirts off, and then they were back in a clutch, Oskar grabbed and squeezed Frank’s buttocks through his jeans and Frank buried his face into the curly hair of Oskar’s chest and searched for nipples with his mouth, while his hands worked between them, unbuckling Oskar’s belt, unbuttoning his jeans, and pushing them and his under linen down to the floor. Oskar kicked those across the room and out of the way with the toe of his boot. No niceties of folded clothes on the clothes horse here.

    Frank two-handed Oskar’s cock and started working it, as Oskar grabbed his head in two hands and pulled his lips back up to Oskar’s mouth. This didn’t last long before Frank sank to his knees and was gagging on the big guy’s cock.

    Oskar held Frank’s head to his crotch, reared his head back, and roared, his thoughts obsessed with the word “firecracker” that Skinner had mentioned downstairs. Got that right, he thought. The honey was all over him. Wanted it as much as he did-or was a real good actor in pretending he did. He felt the juices rise. He wouldn’t be long at this.

    Frank had taken care of getting his own jeans down his legs while he was on his knees, and bounded back up and was climbing Oskar’s hips with his legs. Oskar went into a crouch, holding Frank’s torso cantilevered away from him. Oskar’s thick, hard cock had no trouble locating Frank’s slack hole and sliding into him, while Frank grabbed gobs of hair on Oskar’s pecs with his hands, locked his ankles behind the small of the big man’s back, arched his back away from Oskar, and moved his hips in the rhythm of Oskar’s deep thrusts inside him.

    It was all over for Oskar in less than five minutes of pounding.

    He hobbled over to the bed, with Frank still draped on his front, and laid the younger man down on the end of the bed, with his butt on the edge. He dropped down on his knees on the floor between Frank’s thighs, grabbed for both of Frank’s wrists, and started giving the smaller man head. Frank arched his shoulder blades back onto the surface of the bed and moaned. They were right on the thirty-minute mark when Oskar had come for his second time, crouched over Frank, between his thighs, where he had been placed by Oskar on the bed. Oskar had held Frank’s waist and Frank had spread and raised his own legs and, when tired of that, had run them up Oskar’s hairy torso, while Oskar was pounding his ass again to a second ejaculation.

    “That’s it, I guess,” Oskar said, as he stood up from Frank’s prone body. “Sorry for gettin’ in two. Guess I was more anxious for it than I thought. Only a half hour I see, but Skinner will charge me for two-for a full hour.”

    “We could make it three in an hour with you only having to pay for the two you already owe,” Frank said.

    “You’d do that for me?”

    “Yes. For return business. You fuck real good.”

    That deflated Oscar just a bit. He’d hoped the answer was that he was just too sexy to resist. That’s what most johns wanted to hear. Of course, that’s the line most prostitutes gave their johns. Oscar guessed he should be happy that this one was giving him a more honest answer, and still was complimenting him on his fucking. This one certainly had been into the fuck.

    “I don’t usually fire off that fast. I don’t know if-“

    “Come, lay on the bed with me. I’ll make sure you want to go again inside the hour and can.”

    They lay on the bed, Oskar on his back and Frank half draped on top of him, stretching his full length. Frank had one hand stroking Oskar’s cock back to life and the other playing in Oskar’s chest hair.

    “I’m too hairy for some men,” Oskar whispered.

    “Not for me,” Frank whispered back.

    Oskar felt a lump in his throat. That’s what Pete always said. And this young hunk was so much like Pete had been when they left it off.

    “I’d like to see you again-and again,” he murmured. “But I ain’t that rich.”

    “It could be cheaper if I came to you on my off days,” Frank said.

    “You’d do that? You want me to fuck you regular?”

    “Again and again,” Frank whispered. “You’re a rancher, right? Tell me how to get to your ranch.”

    Oskar couldn’t figure out what this guy’s angle on this would be other than liking the cocking he gave him. He gave up trying to see the bad side of this. He barely was able to get through the directions before his was panting heavily again, and his cock was at full staff.

    With a low laugh, Frank rolled fully on top of him, sat up on his pelvis, lowered his channel, on the cock, and fucked himself, moving up and down and back and forth and in revolution, with the palms of his hands buried in the hair of Oskar’s chest, while Oskar moaned and groaned and grunted-and did what he could to thrust up into Frank’s channel in rhythm.

    Frank lowered his mouth to Oskar’s chest and slicked up the man’s chest hair with his tongue, making little noises to indicate pleasure that Oskar was so hairy. When he nipped one of Oskar’s nipples, the man jerked and fired off again.

    When he hit the bottom of the stairs, Skinner leaned over the bar and winked. “Really somethin’ special, ain’t he?”

    “Oh, shit yes. If you could bottle poontang like that, you’d be a rich man. That ain’t your usual whore house lay. Really gets the jizm pumping, that one does.”

    * * * *

    Sunday was the first of two days off for Frank, and he rode out along the dirt road paralleling the Platte River away from the town of North Platte and the Buckhead Ranch male brothel. Oskar had given him directions to his ranch, and Frank was almost there when he came upon some sort of community gathering. At first he thought it was a church service, but it was mid afternoon already, and he quickly was able to see that, though the women and children appeared to be wearing what they would to church, they were gathered around tables, packing up what looked to have been a picnic, and the men were dressed in work clothes, some stripped to the waist, and were raising a small barn. The log cabin beyond it looked derelict enough that this might have been a deserted homestead. But not, Frank thought, if they were having a barn raising.

    It was more of a big shed than a barn, but, nonetheless, it looked like they were working hard to get it up by nightfall-and were falling behind in the task.

    Frank had been raised to be neighborly and he’d been to many a barn raising. The barns on his family’s spread in Pennsylvania had always been raised this way, so he turned his horse into the yard, rode up to the house, dismounted, and tied his horse’s reins to the porch railing. He was stripping off his shirt, preparing to go help on the barn when a man, in his mid thirties, came out of the house.

    Frank took his breath it. The man was the spitting image of his own father, but a bit younger, somewhere between his father’s age if he had still been alive and his own. His father had died at thirty-six, though, so, here, standing in front of Frank, was the image of his father when he’d lost him-and when the family had been forced into the poverty that eventually led to Frank doing what he was doing.

    “Yes, may I help you?” the man asked. It wasn’t lost on Frank that the man was looking at his bare chest rather than in his eyes. The man looked weary, but his eyes narrowed when he looked at Frank.

    “Saw there was a barn raising as I passed, and I was taught never to pass one by without helping.”

    “Thank you, but it’s almost over. There’s no more food laid out anymore, and the families are beginning to pack up to leave.”

    “The barn’s not all up yet, though,” Frank said. “It looks like there’s a few more hours of light up there. And it looks like it might rain tomorrow. Best to get the roof over it before the day ends.”

    “It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen,” the man said, a sadness in his voice. He was fully dressed and not out helping on the barn. It made Frank wonder if he was crippled or something. But then he heard a voice, couched in pain, coming from inside the cabin.

    “Pete? You out there? ‘Fraid I made a mess in here. Need your help.”

    “On the porch, Sven. Be there in a minute,” the man, whose name evidently was Pete, called back into the house. He turned to Frank. “Sorry. Have a dying man in here. It’s hard to get away. Been hard for a while. I thank you kindly, but . . .”

    “I’ll just go over and see what I can do to help on the barn,” Frank said gently. “You go in there and do what you have to do.”

    Pete gave Frank a grateful look. “Thank you kindly again, then. There’s no food from the barn raising, but maybe, if you have the time, you’ll tarry afterward and I’ll feed you some supper before you’re on your way again.”

    It was almost a hungry look the man was giving Frank, and Frank could imagine how isolating and difficult it was for a man to care for a dying man-probably his father-alone. And from the looks of the condition of the homestead, the man had been a long time dying and needing constant attention.

    “Sounds good to me,” Frank answered. “I’ll be going over to the barn now.”

    While he was nailing planks of wood on the barn roof to get it closed up, with another man nailing at the other end who he was chatting with, Frank asked, “Who is this Oskar men have been talking about who didn’t come to the barn raising?”

    “That would be Oskar Swenson, just the next ranch over. This is the first barn raisin’ hereabouts where he wasn’t front and center and doin’ the work of three men. We’d got this one up well before dark if he’d been here. Looks like we’ll still make it-get it under cover at least-thanks to you comin’ along.”

    “Is this Swenson man sick today?” Frank wondered whether he should go on to Oskar’s place.

    “Naw. Guess it’s about him and Sven and Pete. Bad blood there. Not something we talk about if we can help it. It’s probably good he didn’t come. There’d be too much tension in the air.”

    “Sven?” Frank asked.

    “The man dying in that cabin there. Don’t know if this work is all for nothin’. Don’t know what Pete plans to do with this ranch when Sven goes. It was Sven who did the ranchin’. But not much use to talk about it. You got any extra nails over there I can use?”

    Frank got the “we don’t talk about it” message.

    Pete was shy and nervous throughout a very good dinner despite his need to run back and forth between the two rooms. There were only two rooms in the cabin, the bedroom the dying man was in and the main “everything else” room, other than the outhouse, which, as with nearly every ranch in the West in 1915 was “out there.”

    At first Frank hadn’t understood why the man was so nervous, but it began to dawn on him when he’d looked into the bedroom and had seen that the man in the bed wasn’t old and decrepit; he was maybe in his mid forties. Another one of those big Scandinavians whose families had immigrated to this part of the States to farm or ranch. The man was probably only second generation, and now that Frank thought about it, when he heard him call for Pete, there had been a distinct accent in his voice.

    He wasn’t Pete’s father and he wasn’t his brother either, Frank, didn’t think, unless the mother had really been messing around.

    “So, how did you come to this?” he said over some sort of delicious peach cobbler they were eating for dessert and a cup of coffee. Pete could cook for him any day of the week, as far as he was concerned.

    “To this?”

    “Taking care of another man full time like this. He isn’t your father or your brother, is he? It looks like you’re devoting your whole life to him. Is he paying for you to do this? If so, why you rather than some housekeeper who could nurse him as women can better than most men?”

    “I nurse him quite well,” Pete said, flaring up a bit.

    “I’m sure you do. You certainly feed him well if he’ll take it. But you obviously are tied to him full time. What happened to the old barn?”

    “It fell over-and then burned.”

    “This cabin looks like it would do so too if these weren’t solid logs it’s built with. The question remains.”

    “He’s more to me than a father or brother,” Pete answered in a small voice.

    “Now, I knew that, but I think you needed to get it out and say it. And if you think that matters to me in some judging way, you’re wrong. I understand.”

    “You understand?”

    “Completely. How long has it been since you two have made love?”

    “Made love?”

    “Had sex. With each other.” Frank wasn’t going to let him avoid this.

    The small voice again, without being able to look at Frank. “Almost a year. No, maybe already a year.”

    “Any other man taking care of you now?”

    “No.”

    “Do you really think Sven in there would have it that way-would make you deny yourself if he couldn’t give it to you?”

    Pete didn’t respond.

    “Look at me, Pete. I said, look at me. There. Why are you being so shy with me? Is it because I repulse you or you fear me? Or because you fear that you could want me.”

    Pete was making a gurgling sound, but he eventually managed to whisper, “Because I could want you. Because . . . because I do want you.”

    “Come here,” Frank said, pushing his straight chair back from the table and against the wall and opening his arms. “I said, come here. You need something. I have it to give.”

    Pete rose and took a couple of steps toward Frank, who leaned forward, grabbed the man’s wrists, and pulled him to where he was standing between Frank’s spread thighs.

    Pete let out a low moan as Frank pushed the older man’s shirt up from his trousers and exposed his flat belly. Frank kissed the man’s navel and laid his cheek on the bare skin of the belly, which was trembling at his touch, while he unbuckled and unbuttoned the trousers and pushed them and the under linen down to the floor. Pete already was barefooted.

    “Step out of them. You won’t need them for a while.”

    “Why?” Pete asked nonsensically.

    “Because we’re going to fuck. I’m going to give you what you need.”

    With a groan, Pete did as bade and Frank lowered his mouth to Pete’s cock. The table, and the butter on the table, was within reach. Pete gasped as the greased fingers found and entered his passage. He came quickly on Frank’s face.

    “I can’t . . . sorry . . . I can’t remain standing.” His legs were wobbly and he was only being held up by the strength of Frank’s hands grasping his waist.

    Frank chuckled. “I don’t intended for you to stand up.” He had managed to unbutton himself, expose his cock, and work it up while he was giving Pete head. So it wasn’t a long trip for him to lift Pete by the waist and settle his greased channel down on his cock. He pushed Pete’s shirt up to his armpits and attached his lips to a nipple and started raising Pete’s pelvis up and down on the cock with the strength of the arms embracing the man’s chest.

    Pete gasped and threw his own arms around Frank’s head. Completely into the fuck, Pete raised his legs and pressed his feet against the logs of the wall on either side of Frank’s chair. Using his feet for leverage, he took over the stroking. Rising and falling on the cock, faster and faster, forcing the cock deeper and deeper.

    “God, god, you’re good at this,” Pete babbled.

    “I do this for a living,” Frank answered matter-of-factly. “You’re pretty good at it too. Some things you don’t forget to do, right?”

    They both let out a small cry as they came almost simultaneously.

    This must have been enough to wake the man in the other room.

    “Pete? What is it? Pete.”

    Pete lifted his face from the kiss he and Frank had been locked in as they both flowed for each other. “It’s nothing, Sven. I’ll be in there in just a minute.”

    “I have to go to him,” he whispered to Frank, his voice full of regret. “Thank you for this. I will be a bit. I know you need to be on your way. You can go ahead and go. But . . . thank you . . . You were right. I needed this. What do I? . . . I don’t know what men pay for this. You said you do this as a job.”

    “Not you. I don’t do you for a job. I did you because I wanted to fuck you. Don’t sell yourself short. And because you needed it.”

    When Pete returned to the main room, Frank was stretched out naked on a rug in front of the fire in the fireplace.

    Pete moaned.

    “Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t finished fucking you? Maybe all night long.”

    Frank fucked him on the rug-covered dirt floor in front of the fire, with Frank kneeling, his knees under Pete’s buttocks, holding Pete’s waist, and Pete’s torso arched back to the ground, his weight on his shoulder blades and his arms stretched out, with his fists opening and closing to the rhythm of the fuck.

    They slept in each other’s arms for an hour or more. And then Frank mounted Pete’s buttocks as the older man lay on his belly, in a drowsy state, and rode his ass to another ejaculation.

    Pete woke at dawn, on his back, with Frank reversed on top of him and closing his mouth over Pete’s cock. Frank’s cock was pressing at Pete’s cheek and he just opened his lips and Frank filled his mouth cavity.

    Breakfast was just as good as supper had been, and before leaving, when Sven had called for Pete again and, with a look of gratitude Pete went into the other room, Frank took one more look around the room. It wasn’t much, but what was here was tidy and kept up well. A contrast to the ranch grounds. Pete was no rancher, but he was the perfect companion for one.

    * * * *

    It took a half hour to ride to Oskar Swenson’s ranch. Frank could see that there was a bustle of activity going on at the ranch as he rode up under the arch broadcasting the ranch’s name and could barely see the central compound ahead down a long, dusty trail. The place looked quite prosperous and well kept, and the ranch hands were already up and moving about on their chores even though it wasn’t much beyond dawn.

    He saw Oskar climbing the porch of the substantial ranch house from some early-morning chore of his own. Oskar turned and saw him and grinned. He continued on into the house, though, leaving the front door open.

    He was naked by the time Frank entered the house, slamming the door behind Frank, and pushing him up against the wall beside the door. In a flurry of shared activity, Frank was naked too and, his back against the wall, had his legs crossed behind Oskar’s back, the ankles hooked there, his arms around Oskar’s neck, his face buried in the Swede’s furry chest, and his pelvis bouncing on a big cock as Oskar fucked him against the wall.

    “I haven’t had breakfast yet. We’ll have it together,” Oskar said only a few seconds after he’d ejaculated and while he still had Frank pinned to the wall. One of his muscular arms was raised over Frank’s head and Frank’s face was in the armpit, licking the profuse patch of hair there.

    “I can’t get over that you like the body hair,” he whispered. “Only one other . . . well, it makes me hard that you like it. We might have to fuck again before breakfast.”

    “I’ve had breakfast.”

    “Where? This ranch is a long way from anywhere.”

    “On the road. It wasn’t much. I can have another one.” Frank didn’t want to reveal where he had spent the night. He had gathered enough information to know that the two neighbors didn’t get along.

    But he was to regret that he had said he was hungry. Oskar was a shitty cook.

    “There’s a housekeeper most days of the week. Housekeeper had illness in the family today.” Oskar said in his defense. “Sunday’s the best time for you to come.”

    “A housekeeper?” Frank said, looking around the great room-which was a whole lot greater than Pete’s main room was. The place was a mess. More like a man’s workshop than a house.

    “She’s not much of a housekeeper. But she’s a good cook. Have you had enough grub? I have. I want to fuck you again.”

    “Don’t you have chores to do?”

    “Not many. Nothing that can’t hold till tomorrow. The men can handle what has to be done today.”

    “I can’t stay long. It will take me all afternoon to ride back to the Buckhead Ranch.”

    “Do you have to go back at all? I can hire you here.”

    “You know I do.”

    “Then . . .” without saying more, he rose from his chair at the table, where they had both been sitting, naked; pulled Frank’s chair, with him in it, from the table; and was crouched in front of the sitting Frank. Frank put his ankles on Oskar’s shoulders and his hands on Oskar’s sides and rolled his pelvis up, as Oskar slid his dick inside him and began to pump again.

    “Let’s go into the bedroom,” he whispered after he was done and they had been nuzzling for a few minutes.

    “Already?” Frank asked, with a laugh.

    “You say you have to leave this afternoon.”

    Taking a panting break between fucks in the bedroom, Frank took a chance. “They were raising a barn on your neighbor’s ranch when I passed. Thought I’d see you there.”

    “Raising a barn in the night?”

    “I thought I’d see you there. Don’t you get along with your neighbor?”

    “No, I can’t say that I do.”

    “Nice looking guy on the porch who seemed to be living there. Heard him talk about a man in the house dying.”

    “A man was dying in the house?”

    “Yeah. The place really looked run down. I think the younger guy really has his hands full.”

    “His name is Pete. Older guy’s probably Sven. You say he’s dying? That this Sven is dying?”

    “That’s what I was told. The younger man was sticking close to him in the house.”

    “He once lived with me. Pete did. He was mine once. Sven took him away.”

    “Ah,” Frank said. And “ah” is what he felt too. “It’s Sven who’s dying, I’m sure, not the younger guy.”

    “You don’t say.” Frank could tell that Oskar was thinking about more than he was saying.

    “The younger man looked like a real nice guy. In good shape. Wonder what he’ll do after the other man dies. It don’t look like he’s gonna be able to handle that ranch on his own.”

    “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do now,” Oskar said, as he rolled over on top of Frank, and Frank spread and bent his legs, raised his pelvis for the angle he’d come to know Oskar liked, and pressed his feet into the sheets on the bed, ready to meet the big Swede’s thrusts with counterthrusts.

    He cried out as Oskar slid up into him. He would always cry out for Oskar’s entrances, no matter how many men he took like this in a day. Oskar had a cock to shame all the rest. What amused Frank, though, was that Oskar never took his boots off when he fucked him. He said he never knew when he’d have to take off in the middle of something, and keeping them on gave him the extra arousal of doing something illicit, something that should put him on the run quickly.

    As he was fucking Frank this time, Frank whispered a question in his ear. “Would you ever want to do a threesome? I could arrange that at Buckhead some evening.” The intake of breath and Oskar’s increase in the vigorous strokes gave Frank his answer.

    “You’ll come next Sunday?”

    “Probably several times.”

    “I can’t wait that long. I’ll be there, at Buckhead, sometime during the week too.”

    “Good. Skinner deserves a cut. Feel kinda guilty steppin’ out on him.” Frank also named a date and time he’d try to set up a threesome at Buckhead.

    Later in the afternoon, Frank stumbled out onto the porch, bowlegged and not walking a straight line, but humming to himself.

    * * * *

    Frank made it back to Oskar’s ranch the following Sunday and had another romping day in bed with the big Swede, but he didn’t stop at Pete’s ranch on the way back to Buckhead on Monday, as he had planned to do. Instead, he rode into North Platte, where he joined in the funeral of Sven at the town’s burying ground.

    Pete was too distraught for any sort of mixing with anyone that day, including Frank, but Frank managed to get him to agree to come to the Buckhead Ranch that Friday evening at a specified time.

    “Sven would want you to jump right back in,” Frank had said when Pete said he couldn’t go back home with Frank after the funeral. “You took care of him for so long and denied yourself. If Sven loved you, he’d want you to move on-maybe even reassess your life and reconnect with those who meant something to you before.”

    Frank was trying to turn Pete back to Oskar, and he hoped he wasn’t being too obvious about it. There would be no way for Pete to know that Frank knew much now of what had happened to cause the bad blood between him and Sven, on the one side, and Oskar on the other.

    “I know you’re right,” Pete had said. “But not in Sven’s house. Not yet. I can’t turn to another man, even you, that soon in Sven’s house. What we did the other night . . .”

    No problem, Frank thought, the house was about to fall down around Pete’s ears anyway. And this was even better than Frank had anticipated.

    “Would you come to me at the Buckhead Ranch?”

    “Yes.”

    “Will you come on Friday evening?”

    Pete had agreed, and, so, on Friday evening, when he arrived, Skinner gave Frank a conspiratorial look and said, “Take room one; it’s ready and it’s our best.”

    Pete was yielding to Frank immediately in the room, fully committed to the sex. The lights were dim and Pete was on his back, a pillow under his pelvis, and Frank on top of him, between his thighs, slow pumping him in the missionary position when the door opened, and someone else slipped into the room.

    Frank knew there was someone else there-he had given Oskar a later time than he’d given Pete but on the same day-and Skinner, who knew all that Frank was trying to do, had sent Oskar up to room one.

    Pete was so lost in the fuck, though, that he only knew there was another man when Frank lurched and gave a deep groan as Oskar mounted him from behind and started sliding his cock inside. Frank was fucking Pete and Oskar was fucking Frank, and Frank was doing what he could to control the fuck-keeping it slow until the other two men were fully committed and then picking up the pace so that they reached a frenzy where it didn’t matter who was involved in the fucking because it was going to go to jacking off regardless.

    When Oskar’s chin hooked onto Frank’s shoulder and Pete came up to engage in a deep kiss with Oskar, Frank knew that the other two were fully committed. There had been a brief hiccup when each had realized the other was in the threesome, but, as Frank had hoped, both Oskar and Pete quickly recovered and got past the years they had been parted and the neighbors had feuded.

    When he knew this either would work from here or not, Frank, maneuvered his way from between the two and left Oskar fucking Pete even thicker and deeper than Frank could and Pete laying back and moaning, with his tongue hanging out. Frank picked up his clothes and silently left the room.

    He dressed in the corridor, where another of the male prostitutes and his clients were passing by, and smiled at the mixed gaze of surprise and lust in the eyes of the client. When he was clothed, he went on down to the bar-and to Skinner.

    “I didn’t hear any gunfire,” Skinner said.

    “I think it will work. We were almost at the half-hour point. Pete came for me. It shouldn’t take long now for Oskar to come with Pete, if they haven’t pushed each other away. It’s a crucial time. If they go another half hour, it will just be them-and a shoot-off each. I can’t see them not being solid again if that works.”

    “Don’t know; we’ll see,” Skinner said.

    “They’re perfectly matched, so it needs to work,” Frank said. “Pete needs to get out of that cabin; the place is going to fall in on him. Oskar’s got a great spread. And Pete can’t run a ranch, but he certainly can cook, clean house, and take care of a man. Everything matching Oskar’s need.”

    “I sort of thought you’d land Oskar yourself and escape from Buckland,” Skinner said. “You really wag your tail for him, and he can’t seem to get enough of you.”

    “I expect he’ll be coming back to me from time to time even if he gets set up with Pete. Maybe we’ll do threesomes more seriously. But I’m not in a hurry to escape from here. I like variety and some independence, which you give me. I’m not in a hurry to settle down with anyone. Now, how long has it been?”

    “Forty minutes. When it’s an hour, I’ll stand you a drink.”

    Frank couldn’t help it. He checked the room after an hour. Oskar was on his back and Pete was saddled on and riding Oskar’s cock. There was no sign of animosity between the two if one didn’t count Pete’s cock beating itself up and down on Oskar’s belly as they fucked hard.

    When Oskar and Pete had been alone with each other in room one for an hour and a half, Skinner got out the good scotch and poured Frank and himself a stiff drink. They clinked glasses and smiled.

    “That Pete’s gonna have one sore ass and be walkin’ funny in the morning,” Skinner said.

    “Yeah, but both he and Oskar are going to be in seventh heaven,” Frank declared.


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    These are a mini collection of stories that are entirely fictional but appear in my fantasies so I hope you enjoy these as much as I have

    The Dungeon Master

    I love the smell of leather. It started when I was a teenager and I started experimenting with an older male who introduced me to several fetishes such as a sexual admiration of feet. I also began to have a sexual appetite of tying submissive men up and using them for my own sexual pleasure.

    Anyways one day I was just walking down the street when a sudden stench of leather filled my nostrils and I took a step back when I noticed I nearly passed a leather shop.

    Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to walk into the shop.

    The first thing I notice when entering is the cute shop assistant behind the counter who is wearing a leather collar. He only looks like a 20 year old twink but those are easy to dominate.

    I walk up to the counter pretending to be interested about the porn behind the counter.

    “So what time does your shift end?” I politely ask Aaron according to his name badge

    “Well my shift ends now what you got planned?” He asks curiously

    “Well I think we should hang out at my place” I reply

    “Sure” he replies in pure enthusiasm

    Little did he know what was going to happen. I took him back to my place and blindfolded and tied his hands behind his back.

    “I’m going to own you” I whisper in his ear as I push him into my dungeon.

    I rip my clothes off and stroke my cock as I watch him trying to struggle. It turns me on when they struggle.

    I push my cock inside his mouth and ignore him gagging as I forcefully push it in and out of his mouth.

    I take my cock out as it’s nice and wet and I whip him across the chest several times which makes him jump.

    “You’re ass is mine” I growl and rip his clothes off.

    With him still struggling I manage to push my cock all the way in his hungry ass.

    He screams loudly so I have to put a gag on him before the neighbours call the police as I fuck him mercilessly.

    The screams turn to moans as I slap his balls repeatedly.

    Surprisingly this form of torture makes him cum all over himself as I take my cock out and spray my cum all over his face.

    That’s one of my many conquests.

    The End

    Webcam Thrills

    Hi my name is Antonio and as you can tell i have Italian heritage but your more interested about my body right? Well I work out constantly in the gym and this has given me a muscular body that matches my 11 inch dick with bubble butt ass.

    I have another side of me that my parents have yet to figure out. Yes I am gay but I flaunt my body on a webcam live show full of horny men and this really turns me on.

    I head into my bedroom for my latest show and wait for the messages to come in.

    One message does finally manage to appear asking me to remove my shirt which I do in a stripper like fashion

    Then I squeeze my nipples playfully as I moan out loud into the mic.

    Reading another message I turn my back on the camera and remove my pants and jockstrap as I spread my ass cheeks for the audience.

    Finally another message appears asking me to fuck myself using a dildo which I grab from the sideboard and insert it into my ass.

    I fuck myself on the dildo moaning louder and louder and start cumming over the camera lens.

    So you could say that was a show to remember.

    The End

    Sleeping with the Groom

    Hi my name is Andrew I’m an 18 year old muscular teen and I have my eyes on my friend’s husband. I don’t feel guilty about it because I want his lips on mine.

    I attended the stag night and hoped to get into his pants

    The night was in full swing and after finishing our shots of whiskey I decided to go to the toilet.

    As I pissed into the urinal I noticed the from in the next urinal next to mine which brought my cock to attention.

    “Need that sorting out mate?” Richard (the groom) asked.

    “Sure let’s head to my room” I reply.

    So I sneak the groom into my room and undress us and immediately get down straight to rough man fucking.

    The bed creaks as I start pounding Richard’s ass mercilessly and cum inside of his ass

    I lay on top of him as we snog and he promises to stay by my side even after marriage

    The End

    Ps. I hope you enjoy these three trial stories. Excuse my poor writing I have a disability which affects my writing.

  • My Best Friend’s Father Comes on to Me for Sex

    The incident with Abe took place about a year ago on a Saturday night after Drew and I celebrated our joint 19th birthdays. But first let me give you the background of our two families.

    Our families have lived next to each other for 25 years and we have always been close friends as we shared meals, picnics and our parents attended our sport activities both at school and the summer programs.

    Abe and his wife have five grown boys with Drew being the youngest who had just turned 19 at the time of this story.

    My name is Jon and I have one older brother. My parents are close to the same age as Abe and his wife.

    Drew and I attended the same schools from kindergarten through high school. We had just finished our freshman year of college and celebrated our join 19th birthday when this story took place. On this given Saturday, our parents had put on a huge birthday party at their local country club for us.

    Drew and I were closeted Gay lovers. As teenagers, we had discussed sex often but only kissed until the night of our 18th birthday. That evening we gave each other a hot blowjob. Soon we were having regular sexual encounters giving each other blowjobs and fucking like dogs in heat. As true raging hormone youth, we usually had sex four or five times a week. As roommates in college, we sometimes had sex in the morning and again at night.

    Drew and I were often confused as twins. We both are 5′ and 9″ tall, weight a slim 155 pounds, sandy blond hair, deep blue eyes and both were members of the varsity wrestling team in high school. As college freshmen, we switched to the college swim team giving us both a swimmers build.

    We have used our many wrestling moves for very unique and hot fucking positions. Our sex has always been most erotic. We both have big cut 8-inch cocks, thick shafts and over sized balls making for very hot sex.

    THE NIGHT I FACED DREW’S DAD AND WHAT HAPPENED

    After the big 19th birthday bash for Drew and me, I had gone home around 7 PM to prepare for a summer job interview the next day. Both my family and Drew’s family went to a movie except for Abe who had stayed home. Around 7:15 PM, I received a phone call from Abe.

    “Hello, this is Jon.”

    “Hi Jon, this is Drew’s Dad, Abe. The family has gone to the movies and I need to have a talk with you. Can you come over for a few minutes?”

    Oh hell, I was wondering if Abe had found out about Drew and my fucking around.

    “Yes, sir, I can come over now. What is it all about?”

    “Jon, I will tell you when you get here. We need to have a serious talk.”

    Oh shit, it sounded bad. I bet Drew and I were in real trouble.

    I knocked on the door. Abe answered and asked me to come in. He looked very serious and also nervous. My hands were clammy and I was sweating from my neck down.

    “Jon, have a seat. I need to talk with you about my son and you.”

    Oh Shit, I felt light headed. I might faint.

    “Yes, sir, I hope my best friend is not in any trouble?”

    “Well Jon, that depends on you. A few days ago, I came home early and instead of coming into the house, I went to the back yard and began watering the flower garden. You and Drew were in his bedroom and you did not think anyone was home. You were making lots of loud sexy sounds. In fact, I heard you say: ‘Oh Hell, buddy fuck me harder, drive that big cock deep into my man pussy. Come in my ass.’ Then Drew yelled: ‘Fuck, yea, take all my cock, you bitch. I am going to blast a huge load into your girlie pussy.’ You see the secret is out. How long have you two been fucking around?”

    I turned blood red and I wanted to run out of the house and get away from Abe. But I was trapped and I had to face the music.

    “Well Sir, you now know our secret. Drew is my best friend and fuck buddy. I love him. We have been fucking ever since our 18th birthdays. You see, Drew and I are both Gay and he is the best fuck ever. I lust after him ever day. Are we in trouble? Are you going to tell on us?”

    “Well Jon, that depends on you. There is a way for me to let this be our secret.”

    “Oh Sir, yes please tell me what I need to do.”

    “Jon, this will be a shock to you. As you know, I am a 48-year-old married man with a wife and five sons. My sex life with my wife is almost non-existent. I am lucky if we have sex once a month and she hates doing blowjobs. When I heard you and Drew having very erotic hot sex, I could not believe what happened to me. My cock got hard in an instant and I began lusting after your body. I was jealous of Drew’s good fortunate to fuck you. I had to go the bathroom and jerk off until I shot one of the biggest loads of my life thinking of you sucking my cock. I want to fuck you.”

    Abe, a red haired and hazel-eyed stud, was looking so hot as he starred into my watering eyes. He had taken great care of his body by working out each day. I could not believe how turned on I was becoming looking at this hot Daddy. I developed an immediate guilty feeling but I could not stop the heat in my crotch. My cock began growing to a full erection. I wanted this hot Daddy to fuck my pulsating ass right then.

    “Oh my god, you want to fuck me, Sir. You are so turned on. Look at that huge bulge in your pants.”

    “Look at your own crotch, Jon. You are as hard as a stone.”

    “Yes, Sir. I want you to fuck me if you promise not to tell and that this will be a one time thing. I would die if Drew found out.”

    “You bet Jon. It would be a disaster if our families found out. Just one fuck with you and never again.”

    We went to the guest bedroom, locked the door and took off all our clothes. Abe was a gorgeous 6′ tall rock ribbed slim Daddy. WOW, his cock was at least 9-inches with a thick shaft and low hanging balls. H was bigger than Drew where it really counted (his cock was huge). He had very light fuzzy red pubic hair and a hairless pink big ass. We both weer dripping precum from our cock heads. The heat in the room was almost more than I could bare.

    Abe had prepared with a big bottle of lube and some colored condoms.

    Daddy took charge. He grabbed me and placed me on the king-sized bed on my back. He got on top of me and began a long series of rough humping as our cocks slide over each other and wet our crotches with precum semen. Daddy parted my lips with his tongue and began to French kiss his sons’ fuck buddy. Our kissing became soppy and hot. We were making lots of sounds as we grunted and moaned with pleasure. We continued to hump and kiss for some 10 minutes as we drooled all over each other. We had become drenched in sweat, salvia and precum. Daddy was getting just what he had lusted after for days.

    Daddy Abe slowly licked and kissed his way down my sweaty body. He sucked hard on my now rock hard nipples. He even bit them in a soft way. Next he grabbed the base of my red hot cock, rubbed his hand up and down my throbbing cock shaft. He began to slowly swallow my eager cock until he was deep throating me. He began to speed up his sucking of my cock causing me to empty more precum down his throat.

    “Oh my god, Daddy, your mouth on my cock feels so good. Suck me, faster and faster. Let me come in your mouth. Oh Fuck, Oh Shit, you are a great cocksucker. I cannot believe this is your first time to suck cock.”

    Abe came off my cock long enough to say: “No, this is not my first time sucking cock. When I was in college, my frat brother, best friend and roommate use to suck one another when we were very horny which was often. But I have not sicked cock since college. You cock taste so great.”

    As Daddy went back down on my hard cock, I said: “Daddy, you have not forgotten how to suck cock. You know what it feels like to get your cock sucked. Fuck , yea. Oh Hell, this is fucking great. Oh my god, here I come. Take my load down that hot throat. Pull off or I will dump my seed in your hot mouth. Shit, here it comes”

    Daddy used his hot big lips to clamp down hard on my cock as I released a huge load of hot jizz down his waiting throat. When I was spent, Daddy pulled off and began kissing me so we shared the cum taste.

    Daddy’s cock was bouncing up and down needing action. I grabbed his cock and felt what seemed like a hot poker. He was so overcome with lust that he lifted my body up and laid me down on my stomach on the bed. He quickly lubed my pulsating pink bubble ass, lubed his cock, put on a red condom, lubed the condom, spread my legs far apart, fingered my asshole and thrust his huge cock deep into my experienced young ass that had hosted Drew’s cock many times.

    Daddy showed no mercy, as we had to finish before the movie ended and the family came home. He drove t the base of his cock as he filled me with his hot cock. He started pulling his cock out and going back in over and over. My ass was filled to the brim with this huge python. It felt like a baseball bat had invaded my ass. But I loved it. He repeated this rough fucking rhythm over and over. I was crazy with lust for this giant cock. He used his strong hips and legs to fuck me raw. He knew how to fuck me from fucking his wife’s pussy. WOW, it felt great

    “Oh Daddy, I love your cock. It is so big and hot I feel it in my guts. I am so wet.”

    “Yes, you little bitch. Do you like my cock as much as Drew’s boner? Tell me you like my cock as much or more.”

    “Oh Yea, Daddy, I love both your cocks. Fuck me.”.

    I felt his cock swell, drive deep inside me one more time, and he held it there as he busted a huge load of his semen into the condom. When he was spent, he pulled out, took off the condom and fed me his leaking cum cock. It tasted great.

    We showered, dressed and I left for home. As I walked up my parents drive way, his family drove in and waved at me. We had just missed getting caught.

    In about 30 minutes Drew called me and asked me to take a drive with him. We went to one of our favorite parking spots. I could see that Drew was as horny as usual.

    “Hey, Jon, let me suck your cock hard and then you fuck me.”

    “Drew baby, let me suck that cock and then you fuck me. My cock is pretty tired tonight.”

    I sucked my buddies cock thinking about what I had just done with his Dad as I compared their cocks in my mind.

    Drew bent me over the back seat and gave me a hard pounding until he dumped his sweet seed in my guts. I love Drew fucking me.

    As we drove back home, I felt guilty but very satisfied. I love Drew and he is my real fuck buddy. No more Daddy cock.

    THE END

  • For Richer or For Poorer

    In an abandoned rundown warehouse on the Southside of Chicago, muffled screams permeated the quiet night air. A muscular yet somewhat overweight man stood over a terrified and battered body of a young brunette lady. After the initial assault he hoisted her up by her wrists, chained together. She screamed in agony at the pain. The man was drunk and drugged out. She could smell the tequila radiating off him. She vomited from the smell and the torture. He also was on a three day crack binge, and was extremely agitated and completely paranoid.

    SLAP!!! He punched her in the face for puking all over him, and shoved his knife up against her throat. She cried out in pain again.

    “SHUT UP, BITCH!!! I’m gonna gut you like a pig, you stupid slut. You failed to please me, you cunt! Time to die you ungrateful whore!!!” he said in his drugged out and drunken anger, “you are gonna pay for that, you stupid bitch!!!”

    “Please don’t kill me, I’ll do better… I… I pr-pro-promise.”

    “It’s too late for that, slut.”

    The woman, chained and suspended from the ceiling of the walk-in freezer by meat hooks, began sobbing at the fact she was going to die. The sinister figure got behind her and ripped her already bloody panties and shoved his knife into her, eliciting blood curdling screams. After a couple minutes he took the knife to her stomach and bellowed in her ear, “Now that you’ve started bleeding, it’s time to make a sacrifice. There is isn’t enough blood here.” At this point she could barely stay conscious after losing so much blood, but the sadistic monster wasn’t done yet. He ripped the poor girl’s blouse and began stabbing her in the breasts and abdomen, resulting in even more anguished cries.

    “Please just kill me. Finish me off,” she cried, resigned to her fate.

    “With pleasure.” He said snidely.

    At that he dragged the blade across her throat, finally putting an end to her torture. He then picked her lifeless body up off the hooks, wrapped her up in industrial plastic sheeting and put her in the van waiting outside. After cleaning up the kill site and burning his and the woman’s bloody clothes, he set off for the state line to dump the body, in a place that mobsters from the Al Capone and Dillinger eras dubbed affectionately “The Dumping Grounds.”

    After arriving at their new apartment off campus at Marquette and unpacking, Bryce and Davis, called Bryce’s older brother James, a senior at UW-Milwaukee. After a few beers and pizza, they began talking about what happened the day prior.

    James, angry at the fact that Davis, the guy he came to love as his little brother, was disrespected and screamed at because he wouldn’t sleep with a sleazy girl in a bathroom, he lost it and began ranting about how she was probably on something and could have easily given Davis a disease.

    “That woman deserved more of a tongue-lashing than you gave her, little bros, she should be in jail instead of trying to force herself on other people,” James said pointedly.

    “I know but we were terrified and after coming out to her, I panicked and just wanted to get the hell out of there,” Davis said.

    Bryce, stunned that Davis would out himself to his older brother, began rubbing his back affectionately, sending shock waves to Davis’ crotch. This action by Bryce and Davis’ reaction wasn’t lost on James. He smiled a little knowing about Bryce’s crush.

    Davis on the other hand, had to use all his willpower to keep from ripping all of Bryce’s clothes and fucking him on the couch in front of James, blissfully unaware that Bryce had the same thoughts going through his mind.

    After drinking a few more beers and watching the Cubs get embarrassed by the Brewers, the boys said bye to James and headed to their place. After talking to the parents, they turned in, exhausted from the alcohol, before tackling a busy day of registration and orientation.

    As the weeks passed by and classes got ramped up, the guys began meeting new people. Neither of them were big partiers and Bryce and Davis were 4.0 students, both graduating in the top two percent in high school, so it really surprised Davis when Bryce would disappear for hours and then come home drunk. Bryce’s drinking and sudden vanishing acts became clear when in the cafeteria Bryce introduced Xander Pollack as his friend from Delta Sigma Alpha, the big fraternity at Marquette

    Davis’ surprise turned to jealousy when Xander practically ignored him after being introduced and began recruiting Bryce to the fraternity he was Rush Chairman of. It got ramped up further when Bryce, who had never shown any interest in fraternity life before, seemed riveted to everything he said. What made it worse was Bryce began ignoring him too.

    Xander Pollack was a god. 6’4″ 250 lbs. of pure football muscle. “He probably has a big cock too,” he scoffed to himself.

    After ten minutes of conversation, Xander asked Bryce, “Why don’t you come to the mixer tonight?” Bryce oblivious to Davis’ darkening mood agreed. When Xander got up to leave he said, “Come on, how about you follow me to the house and meet the rest of the brothers?”

    Bryce agreed and to Davis’ consternation didn’t even ask if he was coming or even say goodbye. “What the fuck just happened?” he thought dejedtedly.

    After Bryce’s agreement and walking off with Xander, Davis, heartbroken, got up and walked off angrily back to the apartment. After eight hours of Bryce not showing up at the apartment, Davis’ anger got the best of him and began drinking heavily and passed out on the couch. When Bryce got home at 4 in the morning, drunk himself, he didn’t even realize his best friend had fallen asleep after crying himself to exhaustion.

    When Davis realized that Bryce’s obliviousness to his friend’s feelings continued into next day, Davis began to ignore him, but his anger suddenly began to build when Bryce began to talk about how Xander got him into a bar the previous night and talking about pledging. When the tension began to get thicker, Davis had enough and walked out slamming the door to the apartment behind him.

    Bofore he left he screamed out, “Why don’t you go move into the frat house then? Asshole!”

    Davis’ storming out left a stunned-looking Bryce looking on with confusion and disbelief at his friend’s outburst.

    “What the fuck?!?” he said after a few seconds of stunned silence.

    Davis stormed out and drove off angrily, not knowing where to go. He drove for hours finally stopping in Chicago and got a hotel room, and paying a man to get him some vodka and tequila, he got blitzed and cried for the state of his friendship.

    Bryce called Davis ten times that night but after the first two the calls went to voicemail. Wondering what the hell he did he walked around campus trying to find his best friend without success, but he did run into Xander again. Forgetting all about the outburst, he joined him and some of the other brothers but soon got tired of listening to the tales of sexual conquests and not knowing where Davis went off to. After a couple hours of this he had had enough.

    “I’m gonna head out, my roommate and I need to talk, we had a fight this morning and he’s ignoring me.”

    “Come on bro, fuck him. He obviously doesn’t give a fuck about you, just storming out about last night. He’s probably pissed off about not being invited.” Xander quips indignantly.

    Everyone laughed except Bryce. “You don’t know him. He is my best friend. How can you not invite him? I just thought he didn’t want to come.” The boys laughed again and Bryce’s anger built.

    “Come on, he’s bad news. He’s a fucking Caldwell, for God’s sake!” as if that explained everything.

    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bryce asked heatedly.

    “His father is an asshole and a pariah. He was a part of this frat until he beat the fuck out of this gay guy from the frat when he found out about his sexuality. I heard his brother is just as bad at Michigan. How can you be best friends with someone like that?” Xander says just as heatedly, not liking being pushed by some freshman.

    Standing up and tossing his drink at Xander, he yelled, “You know what? FUCK YOU!!! He is nothing at all like his homophobic asshole of a father or brother. You don’t know shit about him. You know, I was interested in this frat because it’s a gay friendly fraternity and I wanted to have Davis come along with me. The problem is all I see a bunch of prejudiced asshole frat boys that believe that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Well guess what? In Davis’ case the tree was on a hill and his apple rolled down the fucking hill so far away from that tree.”

    He got up, put money down and left without saying goodbye leaving a slack-jawed Xander and the rest of the fraternity sitting in shock. He returned to the apartment and broke down. After calling his father with the latest events, a concerned Michael told him to just sleep it off and let Davis calm down. After hanging up he went to sleep. Over the next two days and Davis still being a no show, his concern multiplied. He began to get agitated when Xander kept trying to take him out for drinks with the boys. He just walked away and ignored him. He got so worried that on the third day of not showing up, he began to look for Davis with James and a couple of concerned frat brothers, without any success, not knowing he drove back to Chicago.

    After four days of binge drinking, Davis returned to an empty apartment, and in his emotional state, got even drunker, completely unaware Bryce was looking for him. Davis unintentionally got too drunk and after four days of binging on alcohol and eating nothing but pizza he got dizzy, threw up, and blacked out hitting his head on the sink putting him into unconsciousness.

    The situation got worse for Bryce, when, after arriving back to the apartment and seeing Davis’ BMW in the lot, rushed through the door, stopped in his tracks at the state of their shared place, and finding beer bottles strewn all over the place and an obviously drunk Davis passed out in a pile of vomit in the bathroom, did he realize something was terribly wrong. Yes they’ve been shitty drunk together, but the sad state he found the man he was in love with in, made his heart break. It shattered when he tried to wake him up but could barely find a pulse.

    Crying he called 911 as well as his older brother James. Ten minutes later, Davis was rushed to the ER, with a very sad and worried Bryce looking hopelessly on wondering if his friend will live and a worried older brother James, who was also heartbroken because over the last twelve years he’s come to think Davis as another little brother to him.

    “He’s gonna be okay little bro.” Bryce didn’t respond, but broke down when doctors and nurses began rushing through the doors to the OR. James tried to comfort him, but broke down himself.

    Meanwhile, Doctor Isiah Hamilton began furiously working to revive Davis, who wasn’t responding to the pumping of his stomach. After fifteen minutes, Davis began to fade and flat lined. “CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE!!! WE’RE LOSING HIM!!!”

    Meanwhile Waukegan Police found the body of a young lady wrapped in plastic and looked like she had been through hell. Stabbed, sexually assaulted, and beaten, the body was unidentifiable until went for a autopsy. At autopsy, Dr. Madeline Harris found DNA under her fingernails and a rape kit was done. When her DNA came back, she was finally identified: Melissa Abernathy. Melissa was in the system for prostitution and drug charges.

    As the body was identified, a shadowy figure went into the DNA lab and swiped the rape kit leaving the only DNA sample the one taken under her fingernails: Davis Caldwell.


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  • Les Is More

    Les is more than just a classmate, he’s one hot package of pulsating masculinity. The first time our eyes met and held in a moment of sexual understanding was when he was regaling a group of his friends with some randy talk. I was standing nearby and watched him act out a movement that made my pulse race. He put a hand up to his thick, wrestler’s neck and stroked up and down like it was his hard cock. Then, after a moment, he produced a large, white, frothy glob of spittle on his lips, theatrically dramatizing, for all who watched, a complete jack off. His buddies laughed, but for me it was heart stopping in its arousing impact.

    At that moment of “orgasm,” his eyes met mine. Time stood still. My face flushed deeply crimson. Then, he winked at me! A flash of understanding passed between us like a jolt of electrical current. I had never before felt such a strong physical attraction. He knew I was a jack off enthusiast, just as I knew he was one, too. But there was even more to it than that. He had recognized sexual interest highlighted in my embarrassment. My expression couldn’t hide it.

    Sure enough, later that morning, he found me, alone, in the seniors-only toilet. I was standing at a urinal in the solid row of four-foot high, old-fashioned, white porcelain urinals that completely lined one wall, when he sidled up to me, bumping the arm of the hand with which I held my dick. He took the urinal right next to me, a very bold move. As he unzipped and reached inside his trousers, he bumped me again. It felt very intimate. His closeness caused my urine flow to stop. I felt my dick begin to engorge. I couldn’t control myself. I felt light-headed. He was turning me on! There was no denying it.

    The meat he hosed out was spectacular! He was leaning back, away from the porcelain, allowing me an easy view. He was encouraging me to look. In fact he was showing off his equipment to me. I was unable to look away. And unwilling to!

    “Hear you’re goin’ to that faggot college up state, next year,” he said gruffly, startling me. We were both eighteen-year-olds planning to go to college in the fall.

    “Faggot college?” I repeated, hardly able to get the words out.

    “Yeah. Faggot college. I went up there to look around, thinking I might apply. Within the first hour and a half, I discovered six glory holes!”

    “Glory holes!” I repeated, surprised. Inwardly, I was delighted to hear such good news, to tell the truth.

    He took my surprise for ignorance and explained, “You know, holes you put your dick through to get it sucked. Haven’t you ever heard of ’em?”

    And vice versa, I thought to myself, but said out loud, playing to his passion, “Get it sucked?”

    “You have heard of cocksucking, haven’t you? Ain’t that why you’re going to go to that college?”

    “Uh… Well… Yes and no,” I admitted haltingly. I was desperate to camouflage the swelling interest in my hand, but the open urinals offered no cover. I glanced down at his crotch and was startled to see that he was not peeing. He was holding and even playing with a growing, moving, swelling, elongating, simply perfect penis! It stretched out even longer as I stared. Breathlessly!

    Wordlessly he began stroking the gigantic organ. He shifted towards me to offer an even better view. I glanced up at his thick neck, remembering the faux-jack-off, and then looked into his face. He was grinning from ear to ear.

    “I like it when you look at me,” he said softly. “Do you like lookin’ at it?”

    He had not said “at me?” as I was expecting. He waggled the “it” at me, lewdly. A gut-wrenching wave of passion surged through my abdomen into my balls.

    It was an epiphanous moment in my life. Nod my head, admit I am interested, and he’d probably call me a faggot and leave in a huff. Deny my feelings, act dumb, and probably disappoint him and certainly disappoint myself, cutting off any possibility of making it with him. The decision, while life altering, was made instantaneously.

    I took a deep breath and nodded my head.

    “Looks good, doesn’t it?” he whispered in sexual tones as I watched “it” stiffen to complete engorgement, looking spectacular, as great an organ as I have ever seen, and, like mine, in its natural state, uncut!

    “It looks spectacular!” I sighed enthusiastically. We were among the few in school with intact cocks. His had thick folds of foreskin turtle-necked behind the immensely fat cockhead.

    “Wanna suck it?” he asked.

    I nodded, again, inhaling the manly odors rising from his cock.

    “Com’on, Fucker, I know just the place.” He grabbed my elbow and tugged, and we both left the toilet trying to stuff our erections back into our pants.

    He led me silently into the deserted basketball court of the main gym and guided me into the darkness under the bleacher-style seating. He found and opened a door and whispered, “Get in!”

    I was a mass of sexual excitement, and the dangerous atmosphere of a hidden nest for sexual liaisons was adding to my excitement. A shiver ran through my body.

    His hand was grasping my arm and he felt the shiver pass through me.

    “Don’t be afraid. This ain’t gonna hurt either of us.” His low growl of a voice was extremely arousing.

    He closed the door behind us. We were cramped together, pressed against each other’s body, feeling muscle and heat, in total darkness.

    “How about some light on the subject,” he whispered, and he pulled a cord above us. A dim light cast a warm glow. We were in a broom closet. There was more space than I had imagined.

    “I want light on THIS subject!” he announced with a grin as he hauled out his still erect penis. He leaned back and flaunted the big thing at me, pointing it at my crotch so, as I looked down I saw the entire length of it. “Now you can see it, up close!” he hissed though teeth clenched with excitement. The “up close” part was said very invitingly.

    I slowly sank into a squat, looking up into his face as I lowered myself. He nodded, encouragingly, and smiled with pleasure.

    “That’s it,” he sighed, releasing his cock, letting it rise rapidly to stand and vibrate between us as we both watched it. “Take it in your…” he paused, “…your hand,” he instructed. I think we both wanted him to say “your mouth,” but he didn’t seem to want to push me too far too fast.

    I didn’t oblige, immediately, but rather reached out with both hands, undid his belt, unfastened his pants, and let them fall to the floor. I then unsnapped the boxer shorts his dick was thrusting out of and slid them down, too. As he pulled up his shirt, I was facing the most incredibly sexy sight I had ever seen. His giant cock pulsated with lust and his full, almost hairless, nut-sac seemed alive with movement as his balls tightened up against the base of the stiff erection in anticipation of sexual frenzy. His strong abdomen, decorated with a sexy pattern of male hair, highlighted his complete arousal. Everything about the sight of him told me he meant business. He wanted me to suck his cock!

    Finally, I wrapped a fist around his big balls, gave them a gentle tug as he hissed with pleasure, and then slid my hand up the strong shaft to begin a firm pumping. I sighed with pleasure. He shuddered with ecstasy.

    “Yeah, jack it, man,” he sighed softly. The cockskin moved smoothly as I continued the strong masturbatory movement up and down, up and down on the wonderfully long, steel-hard member.

    “Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, leaning back against a wall and humping his hips forward, thrusting cock through my fist.

    I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his face looked enraptured. He was enjoying this.

    “Were there really glory holes at the college?” I asked quietly.

    He opened his eyes, looked down at me with a friendly gaze, smiled, and said, “I found three in the library building, two in the athletic facilities, two in a dorm building, and one in the administration building, eight in all, and I sure didn’t look everywhere. You’re gonna have fun at that school, man.”

    “What were they like?” I asked, still looking up at him while maintaining a steady pumping rhythm on his cock.

    “Big, well-made, smooth, and, I’d say, obviously well-used.”

    “What do you mean,” I asked hesitantly. I loved talking about it.

    “I saw cum-stains on the walls below the holes, telling me guys had been getting their rocks off in there, and, in four of them, there were guys sitting there, waiting, at the other side of the holes.”

    “Oh!” I said with a start. I hadn’t expected him to include that bit of information in his report.

    “Yeah! It’s a busy campus, all right.” His hips humped even more diligently into my pumping hand.

    “Did you… uh… you know… um…” I wondered haltingly.

    “If you’re wondering whether or not I sucked a cock, I’m not sayin’, but if you’re wondering if I slipped my dick into one or two of those holes, well…” He paused, letting me draw my own conclusions.

    “Did you like it?” I asked naively. This talk was really getting me hot.

    “It feels so much better than jacking off,” he sighed emphatically, then, as I watched, he closed his eyes. Once again, his words sounded invitational.

    I raised up slightly, pointed the mammoth head of his cock at my mouth and slid my lips over it, sucking the entire meaty glans into myself. The erotic feeling of the cockhead slipping into my mouth, filling it completely, swelling to extreme stiffness as it sensed the heat and moisture, was awesome. I sucked, still pumping the shaft with a knowing fist, swirling my tongue around the well-flanged head of the wonderfully stiff, hot meat, getting in between the abundant folds of foreskin, tasting his delicious maleness.

    “Fuck,” he sighed with emotion, humping his hips to drive more cock into me, “this is what I’d hoped you’d do. That’s it, suck my cock, man! Oh, suck my big cock!”

    I had liberated my own cock and was pumping it, too. I could feel my orgasmic instincts driving me to suck and pump diligently. I knew I wanted him to come in my mouth, and I knew I wanted to come, too, but I hoped, against hope, that I’d somehow get to come in his mouth.

    As if reading my mind, and in a moment of extreme passion, he put his hands under my arms and lifted me off his cock.

    “Lemme give that a shot, for a moment,” he whispered. “If you promise you’ll never tell anyone, that is.”

    “Oh! I promise I’ll never tell a soul,” I pledged as I stood and thrust my cock at him. He went down on it in a flash.

    The sensations I experienced were incredible. His thick lips slid over the crown of my cock, pushing the foreskin back, and began suctioning immediately, before the entire cockhead had penetrated into his wet heat. Waves of passion washed through my entire being. I was raised to orgasmic levels faster than my diligent masturbation sessions had ever carried me. I came! Overwhelmingly! Grabbing onto the back of his head and pumping my jism into him with gut-wrenchingly-powerful spurts of hot juice. I came and came! He just kept swallowing.

    “Oh, man!” he sighed, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of a hand as he stood up again. “I didn’t expect you to explode into me so quickly and so completely. Man, you really shot a huge load!”

    “You swallowed it!” I said, both stating the obvious, and marveling at the wonder of it.

    “Now, swallow this,” he urged with a grin.

    Many men are finished after their first orgasm and immediately lose interest in any more sexual activity. Something in his voice told me he was a bit worried I might be one of those men, but I am not. I wanted his cock back in my mouth even more than before. I could not get it back in me quickly enough.

    A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as my mouth dove back down over his cockhead. This time, I wasn’t timid or explorative. This time I sucked cock! I forced it to the back of my mouth and, overcoming the sensation that I’d gag, allowed it to stretch my throat in a deep plunge into me. And I really sucked!

    “Oh, Gees!” he murmured excitedly. His hips began a tight thrusting, his balls hit my chin erotically, and I was thrilled at the feel of him fucking my mouth. It was astounding.

    “Oh! Man! I’m gonna shoot,” he warned breathlessly.

    I was beyond concern. I would not have stopped sucking his cock had the school principal himself suddenly opened the door and demanded I stop. My concentration was focused on lifting him to orgasm and drinking down every drop of his cum. And his cock was getting into me, deeper and deeper.

    Suddenly, I felt an expansion of the tube on the underside of the cock against my lower lip and I knew his first cum-shot was being fired off. I swallowed as it filled my throat, but then raised up to catch his sperm on my tongue. I wanted to get the full taste of it. I wanted to experience an exploding cock unloading on my tongue. I wanted to suck out every drop, swirl it in my mouth, relish the taste and texture, the heat and odor, and drink it all down.

    “Yeah,” he sighed, humping cock into me as he came, “drink all that cum down, man!”

    I couldn’t have hoped for a better sex partner.

    “You damn well better not tell anyone about this,” he said threateningly, as we walked through the gym towards the door.

    I stopped in my tracks. He took a step or two further, looked around at me, stopped, and then came back.

    “What?” he asked. He looked puzzled.

    “Don’t be a prick, Les,” I said, seriously, “I’m going to remember every second of this, from the time I saw you jacking off your neck, ’til the time you came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop of your load. It’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I won’t tell anyone. Not ’cause you’re telling me not to, but because I enjoyed it so completely that I want it to happen again, soon, between us. And often! I want you, man, and I want you to want me. Every time I’ll see you, I’ll think of this, and I’ll want to do it again, and I hope you’ll feel the same way. This was perfect, and you can’t tell me differently!”

    His expression softened.

    “Yeah,” he said softly, “you’re right. You’re okay, too, man. I enjoyed myself and I’m already looking forward to the next time. I didn’t mean to be a prick about it.” He was sincere.

    I grabbed him and hugged his strong body to me. After a split-second of surprise at my action, he returned the hug with great affection and enthusiasm. We had become friends. It was more than I had hoped for.

    “Maybe I’ll even go to that faggot college, too!” he whispered as we left the gym together.

    We grinned at one another.

  • Vanilla no more

    A couple of months ago, I wrote about my “Vanilla” experience and now I can continue from where we left off previously!

    My plane is due to arrive in Myrtle Beach at 11 am and it is on time. Once the plane landed, I turned on my phone and had a text message from Mariella that read, Call me when you get your luggage and I will meet you out front. I could feel my cock getting hard already! Of course one piece comes out quickly and the other, not so much. Once I have my luggage, I call Mariella and proceed to make my way thru the terminal where I hear a honk of the horn.

    I make my way to the car and Mariella looks as beautiful as I remember, tight jeans, short little boots, tight top and that beautiful long brown hair! As I get to her car, she gives me a big hug and surprises me with a very passionate kiss. Her long tongue once again is probing my mouth and like last time, I suck on it which drives her crazy. She then takes her hand and grabs my cock and says, “Good, glad to see I still make you hard”!

    As we start driving Mariella mentions that she is no longer with Bill and if I wanted to still play golf in the morning I could or I could spend time with her. Without missing a beat, I looked at Mariella and said, I’d much rather spend time with you!

    As we are driving, Mariella asks me if the time we were together was really my first time and I told her it was and I really enjoyed it. I reached over and put my hand between her legs and said I really enjoyed sucking your cock, she laughed and said, Oh really? And I said Really!

    We arrive at the house and it’s on a golf course, which is so cool. We get out of the car and Mariella says, leave the bags in the car, let me show you around. Once we get inside, Mariella turns and says, so did you really enjoy sucking my cock? I could feel my own cock start to swell, yes I did! Would you like to suck it now? Yes, I would love to!

    I watch Mariella, step out of her jeans and she says I want to feel your mouth on my cock. I couldn’t wait to suck on her cock! I dropped to my knees and took her flaccid cock and started to suck it. I loved sucking on her cock and feeling it get harder in my mouth. Mariella slowly started to fuck my face and I could feel her balls start to tighten. “I’m going to cum if you don’t slow down” she said. I didn’t care I wanted to taste her again! I kept sucking when she thrust her cock deep in my mouth and shot her big load which I swallowed.

    Mariella pulls me up to her and kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue which makes her crazy. I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK! I got my pants off faster then I ever had and once they were off, she was on me instantly. I loved how she sucked my cock! I knew I wasn’t going to last and I could feel the build up coming and boy did it. I shot a huge load in her mouth and she kept sucking and the feeling in my cock was driving me crazy, almost a pain but so pleasurable.

    Mariella had a way of looking at me that just made me lust for her. Welcome Myrtle Beach! More like wel cum to Myrtle beach I said and we both laughed. Put on some shorts and lets go chill on the deck and chat. We both threw some shorts on and chilled on the deck, drinking and chatting.

    If you don’t mind, I have a friend of mine that wants to hang out with us tonight, if that’s ok with you? I told her about you, hope you don’t mind? She’s really cute, broke up with her boyfriend last month and needs to have some fun again, call her up and tell her come on over!

    I can hear Mariella laughing in the other room and I can feel my cock getting hard again. Mariella comes back outside, sits right on top of me and says, “Mindy says she is looking forward to meeting you”! I point to my lips and tell Mariella, kiss me. She leans in and I pull her tight and we kiss and I suck on the long tongue of hers. I grab her ass and squeeze and I can feel her grinding against me, save that for later!

    After a few hours in the sun, we take turns getting ready. I used the shower first, got dressed and waited for Mariella and she is worth the wait. Here she comes down the stairs in tight little black mini, high heels and looking incredible. She’s asks if I can pour her a glass of wine, which I gladly do. I look at Mariella and say, you are so incredibly beautiful! She leaned over and kissed me and I ran my hand up her leg but she stopped me, we will continue this later.

    The door bell rang and Mariella said come on in and in walked Mindy, she was adorable! 5’1, blonde maybe 105, tight little body, nice rack. Mindy this is my friend Rick, Rick this is Mindy. We sat around and polished off a couple of bottles of wine and instead of going out like we had planned, they wanted pizza, which was fine by me. Once the pizza arrived, we ate, drank and chatted. Out of the blue Mindy says, so Mariella told me what you two did today and I would love to watch! Funny how that made me nervous. I looked at Mindy and said, really? All Mindy could do was shake her head yes.

    Mariella stood right next to me and said lets show her! She lifted up her skirt and had taken off her panties and I turned and took her cock into my mouth. Once Mariella’s cock was in my mouth, I completely forgot about Mindy because I was so into sucking Mariella. As I am moaning while sucking her cock, I see Mindy right next to me and I take Mariella’s cock and hold it for Mindy to suck. Mindy isn’t getting it all the way in, so I grab the back of her head and force it in and hold her head there. I hear her gagging and see Mariella’s cock covered in spit, so I start helping Mindy. We are both sucking on Mariella’s cock when Mariella says she is going to cum. I tell Mindy, come on, make her cum in your mouth! I jump up, pull up her mini and start sucking on Mariella’s nipples. As soon as I bite the one, she explodes in Mindy’s mouth and Mariella grabs Mindy and kisses her. I’m watching and I think its so freaking hot, then Mariella kisses me and I kiss Mindy.

    Its Mariella’s turn and she wants to watch Mindy and I get it on. We start kissing and as soon as my hands grab her small ass, she lets out this low moan. I take off her shirt, undo her bra, kiss and lick my way down her neck, until I get to her tits. I lick the one nipple, then the other and give them a nice tweek, which makes Mindy crazy. Mindy pushes me on the bed, takes off her pants and mine and we get in a 69. I love her licking shaved pussy and sticking my finger in her tight hole. She stops sucking me, turns around and impales herself on my cock. She is bouncing up and down, when she suddenly lets out a loud, OH MY GOD IM CUMMIMG! I flip her over and continue to fuck her and can feel her juices gushing, and that squishing sound as my cock is going in and out of her.

    I look and see Mariella smiling and I smile back, fuck her in the ass! Mindy saysshe has never done that, well, now you will! I pulled out my cock slick with Mindy’s juice put my head against her hole and slowly got the head in. God, she was so tight. Mariella came over with some lube, smeared it around my cock and said, push it in! I did as I was told and I could hear the moans coming from Mindy. Do you like how my cock feels? Mindy replies, I do! I push in more and when I am fully inside, I start to slowly fuck Mindy when I notice she is starting to back into me. Mariella crawls in front of Mindy and I am watching Mindy sucking Mariella’s cock, I can feel myself getting closer to shooting my load. Mariella senses this and says, cum in her ass. I start pounding into Mindy harder when I just bury my cock deep in her and cum, it feels so good!

    I look at Mariella and see her hard cock and tell her I need to feel her inside me again. Mindy almost cums right then and there! She grabs the lube, lubes up both of us and I feel Mariella enter me. I feel her hands grab my hips and I start to rock with her. I love how full I feel with Mariella’s cock in my ass. Im fucking Mindy in her ass and MAriella is fucking me in mine!Mariella says she is ready to cum and I feel her slamming her cock deep into me, then the warm liquid emptying into my ass. As soon as I feel her cumming in me, I shot my load in Mindy.

    We all just collapsed on the bed, sweaty, smelling like sex and happy! I lay between the two of them as we fall asleep on the bed. I am spooning with Mindy when I can suddenly feel my cock getting hard and soon I have a raging hard on. I start kissing Mindy’s neck, which awakens her. She then reaches between my legs and can feel my heard cock. She spits in her hand and lubes up my cock and puts it by her pussy and I slowly push myself inside of her. We are spooning and fucking and it’s a perfect way to start the morning. Mindy can’t take anymore and I can feel her cumming on my cock. She wants me to cum but I tell her that I would need to pound away, so go back to sleep and give her a kiss.

    I get up slowly, so I thought, to go to the bathroom and in walks Mariella. So, do I get a good morning fuck? I said, “You get a Good Morning, Good Afternoon and a Good Evening fuck”! We kiss and Mariella grabs some lube from the drawer and I slap it all over her puckered hole and then all over my cock. I push her against the bathroom counter spread her cheeks and slide my cock into Mariella. i grab hold of her hips and start banging away. i reach down and start jerking her cock and I can feel myself getting ready to cum and I let Mariella know that. She tells me she is close as well and I blow my load in her. I pull out, turn her around and start sucking her cock, I can feel her balls tighten and she forces her cock deep in my mouth and cums. I stand up and she kisses me and says, Good Morning to you!


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  • Walls

    Chapter Three

    “Shh….enjoy this babe…” What could I say? No?” I laid my head back down and he continued. Boy did he continue without actually taking my cock in his mouth his tongue just barely grazed the tip of it. Every nerve in the tip of my dick; felt every tiny little inch of his tongue where it made contact. From the tip all the way down the shaft to my balls he sucked them into his mouth ever so gently. He sucked me in and I wanted them both in his mouth at that very instant oh yes I did. Den had other plans and I wasn’t going to stop him. He he began to slowly work his way back up my dick until he was looking down at it.

    Without any more warning he totally engulfed my dick in his mouth. This was so stimulating as he held perfectly still just holding my dick in the warmth of his mouth and throat. FUCK! With my dick in his mouth like this I didn’t want to move, I was afraid I would cum if I did. In the meantime his hands were roaming all over me everywhere, gently stroking my body and turning me into his puppet. I would have given heaven and earth at the moment if he had asked me for it.

    Slowly he began to move his head, but didn’t increase the suction he held on my dick. No one had ever done anything like this to me, his natural body movements alone were providing stimulation to my dick. But not enough to push me over the edge any time soon. His hands were playing me like a violin and his hands the bow, the touch of his hand made me wither and moan with pleasure. I wanted so much to lift my legs for him and couldn’t. That thought was fleeting as began to use suction with his mouth. I didn’t even notice at first, but gradually he increased his strength and soon I could feel his tongue. He was twirling inside his mouth, against the side of my shaft and then he was just using the tip of his tongue on my dick, toying with it. His tongue felt like it was going to snake itself down into the inside of my dick. I could feel the warm saliva coming from his mouth running down my dick. He kept toying with my cock and balls, teasing me. Bringing me close to sexual madness but only to pull me further along in sexual delights. I was loving every agonizing sexual second of it.

    One minute he would he would be attacking me sucking wildly on my cock, going up and down on it. The next he would be going slowly, gently with light touches to my balls. I couldn’t predict one action from minute to minute it was driving me crazy, with desire. Now the each interlude was getting longer for me as he switched from mad man to lover. I pulled the sheets out from under the mattress I couldn’t help it. It was that or scream. I didn’t want to wake up the boys. Now was not the time.

    “OH Den oh my god man don’t… sto….!” I said it through clenched teeth and I don’t know if I could have said anything more. It was beginning to happen. That rush of adrenaline that surges throughout your body as the inevitability of orgasm approaches. It had begun and the adrenaline was beginning to surge, pulsating in my veins. My balls were drawn tight against me, I couldn’t think straight if my life had depended on it. I wanted to warn him, to tell him I was going to cum but it was to late for that. I couldn’t open my mouth. I let go of the sheets for what they were worth now. My hands went directly to his head to try and lift it off of my dick, in an attempt to warn him. He grabbed both of my hands and pushed them away, placing them by his hips and holding them there.

    I felt like I was being devoured now and there was no use in trying to stop it. Not that I even wanted him to, I couldn’t. The rush threw my dick was an explosion of feelings and my entire body went completely numb. My brain felt like it had been shut off and I was floating in nirvana for a short period of time. Before my body began to experience any feelings of normalcy again. Den crawled up the bed over me, lightly kissing my body on the way up where he stopped directly at my face, kissing me passionately, slowly. I could still taste myself in his mouth, he shared it with me by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it from him willingly, after all hadn’t he just accepted me? I held his face to mine using both hands, finally he lifted himself up and looked down at me.

    “That was beyond amazing what you just did to me Den. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life and I mean that. No one has ever turned me on like that. Ever.” I almost said not even David but I just wasn’t going to compare him.

    He kept looking down at me not saying anything and I was beginning to wonder what he was thinking. This was after all out first time of any kind of intimacy and I wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it. I could tell that something was bothering him, but I couldn’t tell what by the look on his face it wasn’t shame, it was as if he was almost embarrassed by the act of what we had just done. Knowing how shy he was about things I was beginning to think maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about how good he was at this. Perhaps this is one time I shouldn’t have said anything. it’s just that I felt I really wanted him to know, and how much I appreciated his selfless act on me.

    “Hey I hope you aren’t shy about me complimenting you. Are you? I just wanted you to know how much you turned me on and how good it felt Den; honest that’s all.” He hung his head and didn’t look at me at first. Oh god now I’ve gone and made it worse by pointing it out.

    “No, no, no……nothing like that at all Rand……I just……I….ah fuck. You know how hard this is for me to talk about at times.”

    “Slow down babe…..look at me and just take your time. It’s just you and I you know.” He looked up at me and took a deep breath and I took his hands in mine. I was trying to give him some kind of comfort, at least the best I could.

    “This is so hard for me……trying to express myself……sometimes I feel like an idiot for being like this….like…like some schoolboy doing it his first time. You must think I’m stupid.”

    “I would never think of you like that babe. You are anything but that. What have I said about that before in the first place Den? You can say anything in front of me and I will never laugh at you, never, do you hear me?” He shook his head. “Good now tell me what it is you wanted to say in the first place.”

    “When you had your……orgasm…….I just came without even…………..touching……myself and……” He instantly dropped his eyes as if he were embarrassed and his face grew red. It was the thought that another man, made him cum without touching himself; obviously was upsetting him. This must have been a new experience for him and it made him, that much more adorable to me. I looked at him and smiled when he finally looked up and saw that I wasn’t laughing at him, I think he relaxed a little.

    “Let me guess? This has never happened to you before” Without looking at me directly, he half looked to the side, and almost silently replied.

    “No.”

    “Well you’re certainly not the first guy that it has happened to, and it’s happened to me just so you know. And I’m honored to be the guy that made you do it, truly I am.” I reached for him and he crawled along side of me. Now I could curl up next to him and I laid my head on his chest. It just felt so good to have a man in my bed, it certainly had been a long time. Three years and a few days but who’s counting? Maybe it was time to start counting a little less. Especially with Den around, just maybe. Just maybe. Chip.

    “I don’t want to ruin this but you know I can’t stay here tonight. I…” I was the one that quieted him this time. I just held my hand up and put it over his mouth.

    “I knew that already Den.” With that we both laid there holding one another, knowing this first magical moment would end all too soon. I had a long way to go but I heard the hammer hitting harder this time. This was happening way to fast; faster than I wanted it to. What in the hell was I thinking? I had to stop thinking is what I had to do for now, and enjoy what I was doing. And that was giving my time to Den, because right now I wasn’t. I’m not sure how long we laid there, but I began to feel myself drifting in and out of sleep. Den slowly got up, kissed my forehead and went to the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, he had a warm facecloth in his hands. He used it to gently clean up any remnants that were left on me, or that were on the bed from our fun.

    “I’ll strip the bed in the morning, if you stay lying on your side of the bed you shouldn’t feel where I made my mess.” His face grew red in the cheeks saying it. God why did he have to be so damned cute when his face turned red like that? It wasn’t like when you blush, it was a little more than that, but still he looked so damned cute. He was watching me the whole time although I wasn’t aware he was watching me either.

    “Why are you watching me like that buster brown?”

    “Well since you’re asking…..mister….since it’s just you…a guy can look can’t he? I mean after what we just did? I was thinking how good you look when you”re naked.” I wasn’t sure that the human body could turn completely red but I assure you, I think it’s possible. Or at least it seemed to happen right in front of me, and watching him it certainly seemed possible.

    “You’re hopeless you know that, you are absolutely incorrigible.” He just smiled for a few seconds looking at me.

    “I know but you gotta love me anyway.” There I go sticking my foot in my mouth again throwing that ‘L’ word out. With the one person I shouldn’t be. Not at this point in our whatever it was we had at this point. We were living together but we weren’t in any real kind of relationship. Not really. I mean we were living together but that was only because I needed a caretaker and he offered. The relationship part had just begun and we hadn’t even gone out on a real date yet. I was going to have to talk to him about that. I don’t usually have sex until at least after the first date, maybe even the second one and we had just gone past that. I was at least due a date at this point, that little motherfucker owed me now. I’d collect. Later. He pulled up the covers and ran his fingers through my hair. Standing there, he looked at me and smiled. Just this small tilt of his head and this look in his eyes when he stood there. I don’t know I can’t explain how it made me feel inside when he looked at me. Just standing there and I couldn’t help but look back and hold his gaze with him. It was magically intense for these few moments. Something I….I just…don’t know…I just felt differently. For whatever reason.

    “Call me if you need anything, I still have the monitor on you know.” Not like he couldn’t hear me if I just yelled a little, but I knew it was pointless to argue with him he’d keep it on regardless. He was just worried about everything with me and was making sure he could hear me and get to me if I needed him during the night.

    “Yes Nurse Den I know.” I was trying to lighten the mood at the point in time, don’t ask me why. I don’t know why it was feeling so serious all of a sudden. He certainly wasn’t making it feel that way. It was only me that was making it feel that way I thought.

    “Good then go to sleep and that’s an order Patient McKnight.” He smiled and quietly slipped out the door closing it behind him. I’m sure it was to give me privacy in the morning when the boys woke up. Or at least hoping they wouldn’t disturb me no doubt. He was still thinking of my comfort and I couldn’t help but be touched by it. I know it didn’t take but a few seconds to fall asleep, the sex had taken it out of me. Three years to go without sex with someone else is a long time. And after that long when that first time comes and you get to have that release, oh holy shit does that feel great or what? If anyone tells you it’s not that big of a deal is so full of shit they need to see a shrink, and badly. I remember having great dreams about what I don’t know; I just know I had a great nights sleep, for the first in a very long time. Whatever I owed it to….I wasn’t going to question it, I just know I felt really good in the morning nothing else mattered. And I wasn’t going to question it. Never disturb the flow in the universe is my philosophy. In plain English….don’t fix what ain’t broke! And that morning I wasn’t feeling very broken! I was feeling so so much better.

    My eyes opened slowly and I began to hear laughter and talking in the kitchen. The thought that I had to break up whatever fun they were having, kind of tugged at my heart. He was only going to have so much time with them, and I knew it. I also knew that he was well aware of what he had gotten himself into. But at the moment mother nature was calling my name very loudly. She was being clear about wanting me in the front of the line at that very moment. I did feel bad having to break up the fun they were having but he knew. He had asked for this when he had suggested this plan. Yes…mother nature I’m coming don’t worry.

    “Den….Um…’m awake and need your help getting up if you would please.” What else could I say with the boys right within ear shot? He must have known how mother nature was treating me because it seemed like the second I finished speaking he was in the room and helping me to my feet.

    “Morning babe…..you sleep good last night. I never heard you so I figured that was a good sign.”

    “Yeah once you closed the door I was pretty much out for the night I don’t remember anything after that.”

    “Well here’s the bathroom so I’ll be back in five, you okay or you want me to stay?”

    I was getting around in the bathroom a little more confidently now that I had done it a once or twice. Den had put a stool from the kitchen into the bathroom. So that I could sit in front of the sink and shave and wash myself up, at least from the sink anyway. I knew it was going to be a while before I actually got to take a real shower, the way they had the cast on my leg. It was a little up over my knee so I couldn’t bend it. So I just had to settle for a sink bath for now. Or until such time that this motherfucking cast was taken off of my body. Maybe they’ll shorten it so I could bend my leg and could cover it with a trash bag. Better yet they’ll give me a removable cast that would be the best yet. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

    I hated it but I had to live with it, what choice did I have? I knew Den was trying to make it easier for me he really was. Without forcing himself on me by over helping me, he tried hard to give me as much independence as he could. But even I knew I had to have limits with this cast and my arm the way they were. Shit on a shingle maybe his patience was wearing off on me, perhaps this would be a good thing. Chip. I have to get rid of that fucking hammer some how. If I didn’t by the time it came time for him to leave I might not want him to. WHAT THE FUCK am I thinking? Get a hold of yourself McKnight that is SO NOT going to happen. He’s only here to help you through this fucking accident mess and then he’s leaving. Just keep telling yourself that.

    Once I was done and as if right on cue, Den came back into the bathroom. We returned to the bedroom to pick out an outfit for the day. Yeah my fancy shorts and oversized t-shirt for the day is what it boiled down to. And….oh yeah least we forget the almighty white sock to complete the ensemble. One does have to look snappy and complete in case company comes over. Oh god. When was his family coming over to see the boys? Whew…it wasn’t today….. I remembered him saying that the first two days that the boys would be here it would be just the four of us.

    “How about you put on sweatpants and a t-shirt and sweater today babe?” I looked at him like he had three heads.

    “What on earth for? You want me to sit here and roast like a chicken in the oven that’s rather heartless don’t you think?” He chuckled a little bit before he said anything.

    “Well to be honest I have an ulterior motive in mind or more like the boys and I do.”

    “This sounds like a scheme if I ever I’ve heard one. Just what are the three of you up to exactly and no bullshit either babe.” Oh shit that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth today. Not after last nights little escapade in bed. Why don’t I just lead him on and tell him to keep the house key on his key ring and we’ll make it permanent. Great. Just honkey fucking donkey. Smooth Randy open your mouth a little bigger maybe next time you can get both of those big fucking feet in there. Try, no really try harder next time but make up your fucking mind. In or out?

    “Guess you’ll just have to trust me and the boys won’t you?”

    “Hey that falls under the no bullshit clause I mentioned .”

    “No that falls under trust I believe, not bullshit.” Well wasn’t he being the little weasel with grease on him.

    “You think you’re all that playing with those words don’t you?”

    “Works don’t it?” He had me there what could I say?

    “I guess it’s sweatpants and a t-shirt but can we wait for the sweater until we’re ready to go? I just don’t want to sweat to death before then and I will be sitting in the living room or are we leaving right after breakfast?” He looked at me and thought for a few seconds before answering me. I was beginning to wonder what was taking him so long.

    “I guess we can leave it off in case things take a little longer, getting the young one ready I’m not good at estimating how long it takes any more. It’s been a while you forget the little things like that I guess.” I could tell it bothered him to say that although I didn’t understand it. I suppose never having children that I couldn’t understand it. I just could tell that it bothered him.

    “Look don’t worry about it Den however long it takes is fine. Wherever it is that you want to go is fine with me. I’m just wondering if you’re sure you guys want to take along some cripple? You do realize that wherever it is we’re going, I’m to slow you down. It’s no fun dragging along a cripple you know. We’re quite a bundle to drag around from one place to another.”

    “Actually I have to admit it was my idea to bring you along, for that very reason. In hopes of slowing them down when we get to where we’re going, and that’s all I’m going to tell you. So lets get out your sweatpants and t-shirt and go from there. Then we’ll go have breakfast with the boys, they are absolutely dying for you to wake up so we can all eat. They insisted on waiting for you this morning. I swear I didn’t put them up to it Rand, it was their idea when I first started making them something to eat. It was Michaels idea I think but Nathan seemed just as adamant about it. So I wasn’t going to tell them no because, I thought if was very nice of them.”

    I was touched by what Den had told me about the boys and them wanting to wait for me. Their little gesture of waiting really did touch my heart. I thought to myself that their visit had just begun and already they were crawling into my heart this was not a good sign. CHIP, CHIP! The hammer has got to fucking go. The question is how? How do I get rid of it with Den around and now Michael and Nathan? Oh yeah this was going to be so easy to do, sure so was getting rid of cockroaches in an abandoned building in the Bronx. So simple.

    “I’ll let them know I appreciate that they waited for me, that was nice of them.” I meant it, for a pair of twelve year old’s to think of waiting when I knew they must be ravenous by now. Den helped me into my sweats it was a little bit of a struggle getting them up and over my cast, but we finally succeeded in getting them on. We headed for the kitchen and I could hear the pair of them laughing away, it sounded so refreshing to hear in my house again. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the pair of them. Upon entering the kitchen they caught sight of the pair of us. The laughter then had been in went from simple laughter into hysterical overdrive. Whatever it was, evidently our arrival was the cause of it. Den and I just looked at each other and just shrugged our shoulder’s, wondering what they thought was so amusing.

    “All right boys settle down now, Mr. Randy is here lets behave and act properly.” It took a minute or two and another stern look from Den to get them to stop but finally they did.

    I was left wondering what had set them off and to my dismay, I could only wonder if they had heard us last night. I was only second guessing that they had truly been asleep and heard nothing. I mean I only said one thing and the door was closed. But what if they had been awake, and gone looking for their father? Not finding him they were afraid to knock on the door but were they there at just the right time, or close by? I was being crazy now. So why the fits of laughter when we walked in together from twelve year old’s? No I can’t even begin to think we were caught last night. And god forbid I should bring that up to Den. He’d die ten times over. He’d absolutely have a fucking stroke if he thought they knew. I just know he would. It would be a thought best kept to myself. Besides I was only guessing and I could be so far off base it wasn’t even funny.

    “Hey you! Wake up earth to Randy! I hadn’t realized I was totally out of town thinking again. Obviously I was.

    “How do want your eggs cooked this morning? You can have scrambled or you can have scrambled which will it be?” The boys told him over easy. I decided to go along.

    “Me to I’ll have over easy.” He looked at the three of us.

    “You’re all monsters that’s what you are. You just want to see me mess up don’t ya? The boys shook their heads up and down quickly and again I went along, hey in for penny in for a pound. Isn’t that what they say? Besides I figured it was a game they played so why not join in with them.

    “Hey you get what you get, you all ordered off of what was on the menu so you all taking your chances I’ll do the best I can.”

    “I suppose you’ll be wanting toast to go with those eggs.” The three of us looked at each other and shook our heads and together said yes. Den just looked at us not saying anything for a few seconds.

    “Great the three of us talking at the same time just what I need to deal with, three talking parrots. Wonderful. Bad enough I have two now you have to join in with them.”

    “Well you three parrots the deal is since I cook, you two walking parrots have to set the table. Also, make sure everyone has something to drink and get Mr. Randy his coffee. I know he wants that right now more than anything.” They bolted out of their seats like they were on a mission. Nathan got my coffee first thing while Michael began setting the table, and putting jelly and butter out. It didn’t take much after that and Den was putting our plates in front of us. He lied again. On each plate sat two perfectly looking over easy eggs with buttered toast on the side. Needless to say every bite was delicious to eat. I was mentally thinking how I knew this breakfast was the first and last of its kind. If I continued eating like this, I’d weigh five hundred pounds in no time. It was a good thing that the boys weren’t going to be here the whole time I was in a cast. The bad part of that was they’d be leaving before I would knew it. I looked at the both of them and a small lump grew in my throat.

    “Okay boys if you will help me by clearing the table, I’ll put the stuff in the dishwasher and I’ll clean up the rest. While I’m doing that you get yourselves dressed and ready to go.” They grumbled or at least made an effort at it until Den made a motion with balling up his hand into a fist and pointing his thumb out in the direction of the sink. They decided that was good enough motivation I suppose because the grumbling stopped immediately, and they made quick work of the table and putting things away for him. Once that was done they proceeded to go right towards the bedroom to get ready to go.

    “Clean your faces and hands please and don’t forget to brush your teeth you just ate.” He was in Dad mode and it was something to watch him. I admired the way he handled them. He seemed to really love his boys it was evident by the way he looked at them. But not just that, you could hear the gentleness in his voice when he spoke to them. Den it was like he didn’t talk at them he really did talk to them. But hey what do I know I never had kids I just know what I see. I see parents and kids that I know around me and I see the differences myself in how they are raised as an outsider. So I can only say and talk about what I observe really.

    “You’ve got that look on your face again.” Damn! He caught me again.

    “No well fuck yes I was.” I chuckled a little, he knew, he so bagged me. “I was just thinking that’s all, about kids…….parent’s….. nothing major or anything, just thinking.”

    “Anything you want to share you got some more of your insight that might help me?”

    “You’re doing just fine Den you certainly don’t need help in the fatherhood department. Not that I can give you anyway. I’m certainly not in a position to give you advice that’s for shit sure.”

    “That’s up for debate.”

    “Yeah parenthood is all about being up for debate. You could list a thousand things on the pro’s and con’s list on that list alone. And still you talk to anyone who has had a kid and they all tell you the same thing. If I had a chance to do it all over again, I would in a heart beat, if I was that age again, starting over. So with all it’s trials and tribulations the bottom line is, you are never going to be worse than anyone else. Your parents did a pretty good job raising you I think. I’m going to assume that a lot of what they taught you, is what you will also teach your boys. Because Den, that’s how society works in the real world. We tend to teach the next generation the way we were raised. And they will do the same for the generation that they create and raise. So don’t worry about what or how you’re going to be Den; I think you’re going to be just fine as a Dad I really do.” He looked at me and smiled a little, not much, just a little.

    “I have to get busy before they get back here but thanks for saying that and I mean thanks.”

    “You need to hear it sometimes I know you don’t have them much. Never mind having them around with someone they especially don’t know. On top of that, you and I are just getting to know each other.”

    “Just the same thanks for saying it.”

    “Go on and clean up before they do get back you big lazy ass.” He smiled and got out to the kitchen and was just finishing up when Michael and Nathan returned.

    “So you two where are we going today your Dad didn’t tell me this morning about anything?” They looked at each other and then back at me.

    “Can’t tell you Dad said not to.” Why that shit.

    “He did did he?” They both vigorously shook their heads up and down. I was being laughed at and it was quite comical to watch them. Here these two were standing about five-one or five-two, both skinny as rails. I had no idea how much they weighed it wasn’t as though they looked sick because they didn’t. They certainly had lost all traces of any baby fat. Both had blond hair Michael had blue eyes and Nathan had green. Their bodies carried that beginning of adolescence stage look. And of course they looked so much like Den and that made them look that much cuter to me. I wondered what they’d look like in the next ten years and how much they would turn out looking like their father.

    “Well I’ll have to think of something to make him pay for that one.”

    “What am I paying for now?”

    “You have to pay him something cause we wouldn’t tell him where we’re going today he was asking Dad.”

    “I figured he would be. He’s like that you have to watch him. Every minute of the day I’m telling you guys, he’s a handful.” The two of them were laughing at him talking about me like I wasn’t even there.

    “Hey come on now this isn’t fair three against one, what did I do anyway I just asked a simple question. I didn’t know I wasn’t really supposed to not know.” Okay that was a little lie. Den said it was a surprise earlier I was curious and really wanted to know where they were taking me.

    “Don’t believe a word he’s saying he’s a notorious liar when it comes to things like this. He can write in newspaper’s so he knows how to use words reeeaally well so be careful what he says.”

    Great now I’m some silver tongued villain to the kids. What was he trying to do to me here?

    “Come on now lets be fair I’m not like that and you know it Den.”

    “Well all right he’s not really that bad, he’s actually a nice guy I might have been going over board just a little.”

    “Yeah we know Dad it’s okay.” Nathan spoke alone this time but Michael followed him.

    “But we still can’t tell him.” Both Den and Nathan spoke up.

    “Agreed.”

    “You’re all being mean to me this morning. It’s a good thing I like all of you. But at the moment Den my leg is cramping up and I really need to move. I don’t know why it’s doing this to me all of a sudden.”

    “It’s because you aren’t moving much these days remember that, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before this. You should ask the doc about some kind of exercise for your leg, even if it is in a cast. So that it will at least be getting some kind of movement. It might help you some and it certainly can’t hurt any I wouldn’t think, but check.”

    “Good idea, maybe call and ask instead of waiting to see him. Because I don’t think I’ll be seeing him for two weeks yet.”

    “Well check later today when we get back here.”

    “I’m going to finish getting ready and make sure their ready. You want anything else before I go? A trip to the bathroom? You want your sweater now?” I held my hand up to stop him. It sounded so funny him going down this list I began to laugh at him before I went into hysterics.

    “What’s so funny now?”

    “You at the moment and the list you’re going down before we leave, I just know you would go on some more if I let you. But I know it’s for the care and concern you have for everyone involved.” He looked at me like I had become a three headed wonder all of a sudden.

    “Slow down and we’ll out get out of here alive. I promise.”

    “Babe you know what you are? A fucking smart ass that’s what your being right now.”

    “Hey it’s a living but some poor bastard has to do it. I thought what the hell, I’d give it a spin for six months to a year and see how I liked the job.”

    “Oh my my, aren’t you just full of yourself right now?”

    “I’d rather be full of something else but…..that ain’t happening for a while so don’t even think it pal.” I thought Den was going to shit himself or have a heart attack. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. It became apparent that I had to say something so that he would breath again. It felt like he had sucked the air from the room on his last breath.

    “Come on now don’t tell me you haven’t thought about doing that?”

    “I don’t know how you just say it like that Rand, I just don’t.” He was slowly shaking his head back and forth. I almost felt bad for being as open as I was sometimes. The drawbacks can be a bad thing and can really bite you in the ass when you don’t mean it to. And I was just being me, but at the same time, Den meant something to me and perhaps I went a little to far this time. Even though unintentional and unintended in the beginning. The end result was all wrong and I felt like I had hurt him somehow. What was worse I wasn’t even sure how to make it right.

    “Den I didn’t mean to…..I don’t even know what to say….shit this is hard. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea…..I” He stopped me and I was glad he did I wasn’t sure what I saying or why I was floundering more than anything. Probably because I thought that I had hurt his feelings more that anything.

    “Randy forget it. I didn’t take it for more than it was. We were joking around, that’s all it was. I didn’t take it for anything more than that. Relax okay?”

    “I just didn’t want you to think..” He put up his hand again.

    “Stop right there…what did I say in the first place? We were just joking around back and forth Rand. And you talk about me sometimes being hard on myself. Ease up boy.” He had me there what could I say now? Silence is a virtue my mother always told me. Guess it was time to practice virtue.

    The ritual began to get me out of the house and into the car. No matter how you cut the mustard one of the boys was going to have to sit all the way in the back of the car. I took the entire back seat having to stretch out across it, and one had to seat in the front they both couldn’t sit there. I figured neither would want to sit in the back seat, boy was I wrong.

    “What is it the cologne I’m wearing that no one wants to sit in front with me?” The boys were twisting their feet around and not really saying anything. I knew why, it was more fun sitting in the back then having to sit still in the front seat. And God knows for how long since I didn’t know where we were going exactly. I did know that the back did have two seats so I was probably going to make the boys happy.

    “Well Den if you pull the seats out in back they can both sit there and still be safe seating in seats with seat belts on. The seat belts certainly didn’t seem to be an issue for the boys . And before I knew it we were on the road. It felt good to be outside and looking at something different, than the inside of a building I had to admit it.

    “Wherever it is we’re going I don’t care. It does feel good to get out of the house Den.”

    “I thought it might be a good idea for you to get a little fresh air and just get out. Don’t worry we’re not going anywhere that outrageous, no skiing I promise you.” I had to laugh at his joke.

    “Damn, I was so hoping that’s where we were going to. There goes another broken dream.” It was his turn to laugh.

    “You are such a ham Randy you really are. But, no sorry no such luck today buddy. I’m afraid to tell we’re just taking you to the warmth and safety of a shopping mall. Doesn’t that sound exciting?” Looking in the rear view mirror I could see he had a smile on his face.

    “I don’t mind going to the mall, I really don’t. I like to go people watching while I’m there. It’s a great place to get my ideas for characters in stories I write. I get a visual of someone and I’ll remember them until I get home. Once I get there, I’ll write down the physical description of the person I picked out. And over the next couple of weeks I’ll begin to write down and create their entire biography. And I sometimes create a whole family for them and background, depending on the story. So by the time I’m done doing all of this I know the person inside and out. How they would think and what they would do in a given situation. So it’s a good place for me to get ideas. Plus I love eavesdropping on others conversations because again, that’s another area to get ideas in. Listening to other people’s problems and how they deal with them. It’s interesting when you just listen to others talk, when they think when no one is listening. Just amazing. You’d be surprised what you hear when you’re having coffee by yourself in a coffee shop and you just listen.”

    I could tell that he had listened to every word that I had said to him. I was impressed. You have a tendency to lose people when you start talking literacy to them and how you craft your work. But Den seemed to be truly interested in what I was saying, if he wasn’t he was faking it really well. I certainly wasn’t going to question him though, I was getting my ego stroked big time at that particular moment. Chip chip chip. Where in the hell is that freaking hammer?

    To say the mall was an adventure, would be an understatement. It was so much more with a set of twelve year old’s, I kid you not. It seems the most important stop was at the, as promised electronics store for the boys. So we headed their first to get it out of their system, I’m still not sure what he bought them but I know it was expensive. Of course I know whatever it was, he was buying two of each item. So I cut the bill in half mentally and either way you cut it, it still came out as a lot of money either way. Den didn’t complain or say no to them either. He merely kissed the both of them and said ‘Ho Ho Ho’ they both smiled and laughed at him. Telling him that Santa rocked. At those prices I thought Santa did more than rock. I thought Santa blew up the fucking quarry as we were leaving that one store alone. Den told me there were two other places we needed to stop, that were still on Santa’s list. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

    We had fun as Den pushed me around in one of the wheelchair’s the mall provided. So it wasn’t that bad and we did some window shopping, along the way. I was able to pick up a few things for myself. I needed a few supplies for working mostly. I restocked a few pads and pencils which I knew I was getting low on. I also bought some unneeded candy for the house. I like to have it now and then what’s wrong with that? Besides I had guests, what better excuse was there for buying junk food I didn’t need. We did take the time to have lunch and thank god that Den was smart enough to bring my pills with him. I had almost thought I was going to have to cut the day short when the pain started. When I looked at him he just looked back at me and told me he had them with him. I wanted to hug him at that point, for remembering to be thoughtful enough to bring them when I had forgotten to. I was going to have to remember to thank him later on. Crisis adverted and we could move along on our way.

    By the time we did get home I had to admit I was still a little tired, but not as much as I thought I might be. After I visited the bathroom, Den got me set me up with a cup of coffee, and in my chair with my leg up. I kept my sweater on from still feeling like I was cold. Once I’m feeling cold it takes me forever to feel warm again. I don’t know why, it just does. Den came into the room and looked at me for a second or two.

    “You want a small blanket for your legs? You look like your still feeling cold?” How the fuck does he do that shit? This has got to stop.

    “On my shelf in my closet there’s a small blanket that would be nice if you don’t mind Den.”

    “I’ll be right back Randy.” Sure as shit two seconds later he returned with the blanket I wanted. He spread it over my legs and gave my right leg a light rub.

    “Hope that helps warm you up a little.”

    “Thanks for the blanket it will help a lot I don’t know why I’m feeling so cold today, it doesn’t usually bother me this much.”

    “Maybe just sitting around like you have and then being out in the cold all of a sudden has gotten to you. You’ll be fine in a little bit I’m sure.”

    “Yeah maybe shit who knows.”

    We both started laughing with each other.

    “Are you going to sit here and have some coffee with me or what?

    “More like or what Randy I need to get dinner started so we don’t go hungry.”

    “Can’t you wait five minutes and just sit and relax, we’ve been running all day. Come on and sit for five supper can wait five minutes I’m sure Den, relax for two.”

    “You’re not helping in the least you know that right?”

    “Does it really matter for five minutes one way or the other?”

    “I suppose not, not really.”

    “There, see how easy that was, it wasn’t so difficult was it?”

    “Just as long as you don’t get carried away with taking advantages of those five minute things ya hear me?”

    “Oh yeah sure no problem I hear ya.” I did hear him, I did that’s all I did.

    “And don’t be a smart ass about it either.”

    “Who said anything about being a smart ass I said I heard you I understand what you’re saying that’s all.”

    “Okay I won’t say anything else then.”

    “Good okay then I won’t say anything more either.” I knew I was being smug with him.

    “Now look your…” Den was looking at me and all I could do was laugh at him. He knew exactly what I was doing to him.

    “You are such a little shit you know that? You really are.”

    “But as I’ve said before you gotta love me.” I loved being sarcastic, it was just me and the way I was.

    “Well that’s debatable.” I wanted to smack him up side his head right at that moment for being so fresh. That’s when he looked over at me and just smirked. At once I realized he had said it just to see what my reaction would be. There was no other reason than that, he just wanted to get a rise out of me. And he got what he wanted. Now I really wanted to smack him, even harder than before. But hadn’t I just done the same thing to him? Wasn’t I just done being a smart ass to him? Okay so the answer was yes. What could I say beyond that? Absolutely nothing I guess. What is it they? All’s fair in love and war? Yeah yeah, something like that…..whatever.

    We both looked at each other and started laughing. Den put his hand out to mine and I took it. It was comfortable to just sit there with him like this. I could have sat there for a while just holding hands but I knew we couldn’t. I thought how easy it would be to get used to having Den in the house all the time. And the next thought was what was I thinking? Chip, chip, chip. I really needed to put that hammer somewhere.

    “Why don’t you go ahead and make that supper mister. The boys will be hungry soon and so will I. I’m sure after pushing me around like you did you’ve got to be getting there to.”

    “Yeah I guess you could say that.” He kissed my hand and walked started walking towards the kitchen.

    “Any special requests?”

    “Yeah but I’m sure it’s not on the menu.”

    “You’re bad you know that? Right to the very core.” He laughed as he kept on going. I decided to eat in the living room, I was tired and didn’t want to move. Den and the boys were nice enough to join me. As usual they prepared a good meal for us. The four of us talked and laughed our way through the meal. It was so easy to just sit and talk with the boys, for twelve year old’s they were pretty smart. I was impressed several times with their knowledge of some of today’s current event’s. They said that they have a class that requires them to read the front page of the newspaper on Sunday. Then during the week they take apart different articles from the paper and discuss them. I thought that was pretty interesting. The boys picked up after dinner and let Den and I sit and talk to each other. Even going so far as to make coffee for us and serve it.

    “Okay boys you’ve been great, go and get ready for bed. I trust you can take your showers and handle it by yourselves tonight. I’ll be in before too long to turn out the lights okay?”

    “Sure Dad, we’ll be all set within about twenty minutes so any time after that will be fine.”

    “Can we play any games before bed?” Mike was the one who wanted to play on the new whatever it was they got. I was surprised it wasn’t Nate who was asking. I loved the look he had on his face though. That pitiful look of hope when he asked, or I should say that look he put on for his Dad.

    “Yes you can, since you two cleaned up dinner without being asked. I’ll let you stay up a little extra tonight.” They both jumped in the air, and pumped their fists at the same time. As they walked away I heard Nate lower his voice and tell his brother.

    “See I told you it would work.” I couldn’t help but smile and look over at Den, wondering if he had heard Nate. He was smiling at me to so I figured he heard it. The two of us sat there and talked for a little while. I’m not sure how much time had passed before Den got up and went to tell the boys it was time for bed. They came out and told me good night and that they would wait to have breakfast with me. I was touched that they would wait in the morning for me to wake up and have breakfast with them. I was going to have to start setting my alarm, so they wouldn’t have to wait so long. We talked some more after the boys went to bed, but soon enough I to was getting tired. After all it had been a long day.

    “How about we do the nightly routine and get me into bed babe?” Oh God! I had returned the pet name without even a second thought. He looked at me and smiled, and I knew that he was loving the fact that I had called him that. I wasn’t regretting it or hating myself for calling him that either, don’t get me wrong I wasn’t. I just hadn’t wanted to start using that name at this point in time, not just yet. I thought if was still to soon for me, maybe I was wrong I don’t know. I had used it, perhaps it wasn’t too soon after all. Den got up and lifted me from the chair and we made our way to the bathroom, where he left me with my privacy. Before long I was positioning myself in the bed and was drifting off to sleep. I know he kissed me good night on the forehead it wasn’t like I was out of it. We didn’t talk much and before too long he left my bedroom, closing the door on his way out.

    No sooner had my eyes closed to the darkness, and was instantly replaced with sunlight filling the room. The first thing I heard was laughter in the kitchen. It was nice to hear the three of them. I couldn’t hear it very well but I could still hear it.

    “Good morning Den.”

    “I’ll be right in Randy.” Ten seconds later he walked in the door.

    “You sleep good last night Rand?”

    “I did actually I was asleep two seconds after you left and didn’t wake up all night.”

    “How about you? How was you night?”

    “I had a good night to.”

    “What’s up for today with you and the boys?”

    “The folks have asked to come and get them I hope you don’t mind.” How could I possibly mind. I was sure they probably wouldn’t be staying that long once they got here.

    “Of course they can come now why on earth would I mind you idiot. Come on now don’t be a dunce on me.”

    “Gee thanks for the names I really like them makes me feel special. Really it does.”

    “Oh don’t give me that crap or I’ll have to beat you seriously I will.”

    “Oh so now you’re going to beat the guy that’s taking care of you? Wow that’s really nice of you really nice.”

    “Don’t give me that you know what I mean shithead.”

    “Oh so now it’s shithead.” This went back and forth for the next few moments as Den left me in the bathroom so that I could begin my morning ritual. Soon enough he returned and he helped me get dressed in the bathroom and from there we headed for the kitchen.

    “Instead of sitting at the table how about if I just sit in the living room this morning?” Den looked at me wondering if something was wrong, I could tell by the look in his eyes.

    “Nothing is wrong but I think I just want to sit in the bigger chair this morning, and not in the hard chair. That’s the only reason I don’t want to sit in the dining room this morning.”

    “As long as that’s all it is Rand.”

    “It is Den, it is.”

    “What do you want for breakfast and second question do you want any pain pills? I know you didn’t take any last night before bed.”

    “How about oatmeal this morning and yes I’ll take those pills this morning, thanks.” Den got me set up, got my pills and went to make breakfast. The twins brought my breakfast out to me and made sure my coffee cup was full. I had to cut them off from pouring any more coffee for me. But they were being nice trying to help me and made sure I had everything I needed. They still ate at the table which I had no problem with. I turned on the television and watched it, to catch up on the latest news. And of course the local weather would cut in so I’d have that. What else did I need? I wasn’t going anywhere today I knew that much at that hour. Den came out into the living room not long after I was done my breakfast and the boys had taken everything to the kitchen to get cleaned up. They weren’t very talkative this morning not like they had been the previous morning. On their last trip out to the living room I tried to talk to them, to see if I could find out what was bothering them.

    “Okay spill guys what’s up this morning something’s wrong?” The both immediately looked at each other. Something was definitely going on but the question was were they willing to share it with me.

    “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I’m just letting you know that I’m here to listen if you want to share it with me, maybe I can help in some way.” The pair just looked at each other as if communicating in some way. They proceeded to walk a little closer to me but both still hadn’t talked yet. I didn’t know what to say for sure due to the fact I wasn’t sure what was on their minds. Nathan was the one that finally spoke up.

    “Mr. Randy we don’t want to go with our grandparents today we want to stay with here with you and Dad. Can’t you get him to make us stay here? Pretty PLEASE!” GOOD LORD! The look on their faces would have melted the meanest soul’s heart I swear. There was nothing I could do but say. “YES! Of course.” That came out of mouth before I could think of anything else in my mind I swear to you. Then of course I had to back peddle.

    “I mean I’ll talk to your Dad boys, but you know your Grandparents really want to see you. Don’t forget they haven’t seen you for a year just like your Dad.” Now I was trying to put a nice spin on it, knowing full well they really wanted nothing to do with it.

    “Why don’t you go get him and tell him I need him and then you two go to your room so I have time to talk to him, okay?” The both agreed at once and left to get Den.

    “Sit down big guy I need to talk to you for a minute.” Den sat down with a frown on his face. Can’t say that I blame him with the tone of voice I had used. I was in serious mode at the moment.

    “What’s so important all of a sudden?”

    “Nothing important just something I want you to consider maybe.”

    “And that being?”

    “The boys have expressed their concern about going to visit with your parents Den. They aren’t exactly happy about going off with your parents today. They just told me that they’d rather be spending the day here with you and I.” Den hung his head and let out a heavy sigh.

    “I don’t want to send them either but I have to give my parents some time with the boys. Their only asking for the day, and I will tell the boys that they will be coming back in time for dinner. My parents originally wanted to keep them overnight, but I put my foot down on that one right from the beginning. The only reason they will be staying with my brothers is because they have cousins that are close to their age, and they do look forward to seeing their cousins. Unless they’ve changed their minds this year, but usually they want to spend one night with their cousins.”

    “I can understand that. Well I just wanted you to know, they asked me to talk to you about not going today because they don’t really want to go.”

    “I know they don’t but it’s one of those things that they have to in life. One of those that we all have to do and I’ll explain it to them just the way it is.”

    “I know you will.”

    “But thanks for telling me what they said to you. I appreciate that.”

    “Why wouldn’t I tell you what they said to me?”

    “No I don’t mean it that way, I just mean thanks for telling me what….oh never mind Rand.”

    “Whatever Den I know it’s okay.” Den smiled at me and leaned over and kissed me. I melted just like I did anytime he kissed me, man could he kiss. No matter what, whatever we were doing or saying whenever he kissed me I lost track of time, I swear every time. When he let go of me I smacked his rear end and told him that he was to good for his own sake. I told him to go and talk to the boys. He just looked at me with that look he could give me of his and laughed.

    “Nathan and Michael! Front and Center Now!” From the time it left his lips until the time they appeared couldn’t have been more than five seconds I swear. Those two had moved at the speed of sound when Den had finished his command for their presence. To say I was impressed was an understatement to say the least. The both stood at attention almost. At the same time as much as I was impressed I was a little taken aback that two twelve year old’s responded in that manner. I was going to have to speak to Den about this issue. I didn’t think at their age they needed to respond like they were in the military, after all they weren’t.

    “Mr. Randy expressed his concerned to me that you two don’t really want to go with your grandparents today. Is that true?” All of a sudden I felt like a rat the way he was talking. Like I had thrown them under the bus. And then he sat on the couch and pulled them onto his lap. Relaxing the whole situation immediately. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

    “I know it won’t be a ton of fun going off with your grandparent’s today, I really do. But I have told them that you two are to be back here before supper time, as we have plans tonight. So it won’t be for overnight. You won’t have to spend overnight anywhere unless you want to spend it with your cousins like you usually do.” At least they both looked a little more relaxed then they did earlier this morning.

    “Let me talk to you for a minute and try and explain something to you two. Sometimes we have to do things we don’t really want to in life especially when it comes to family, and this is one of those times guys. I know it stinks I really do but you just have to pretend for a little while. You go along with you grandparents and pretend you’re having a great time with them. And I’ll see to it that you get to spend the night with your cousins before you have to go back to Texas, maybe even two. Do we have a deal?” They both stuck out their hands and shook hands with Den.

    “Okay boys go and put on something kind of nice but you don’t have to dress up too much, no blue jeans today I’m afraid. They have to be dress pants and a good shirt and dress shoes. I know its a big price to pay but the reward is sleeping over with your cousins.” The two slumped their shoulder’s a little less and walked towards their bedroom to get ready for their grandparents to arrival.

    It must have been around ten o’clock when Den’s parent’s arrived. I thought for sure they would have come a little earlier, knowing they had to have the boys back by supper time. Den had taken the time to move some of my books from the coffee table but didn’t bother with the rest figuring they wouldn’t be there that long.

    I don’t know what I was really expecting when it came to meeting Den’s parent’s. But Mr. Daniels was exactly what I imagined him to be. Tall, like Den, not as quite as thin and his facial features were some what similar, but I think Den carried more of his mother’s facial features. Mr. Daniels was a man that certainly carried himself like a someone that had been successful in life and expected automatic respect. To me that was hogwash, you got my respect when you showed me that you deserved it, not before. I considered myself successful that didn’t mean you owed me your respect. Why just because I felt successful? No. His mother was warm and delightful and I liked her the instant she introduced herself. She was graceful and charming and fawned over the Mike and Nate immediately, amazed at their growth and looks, just like any good grandmother would be. In the first half hour I surmised that I liked her, but the vote was still out on his father. In my opinion he tolerated his son. He was much like my father I believed he loved his son, but wasn’t sure how to show it. Just like my father I think he believed in the old school that, men shouldn’t go to bed with other men. He was just a little more starchy that my father was. It showed because he seemed to have a hard time interacting with the Mike and Nate, and that bothered me a little. What purpose did it serve not to interact with them? After all they were just kids and had nothing to do with the whole issue. I thought perhaps that maybe he just didn’t know how to handle children at all. Some men are like that, especially older men from that generation. They left their wives at home to raise their son’s and daughter’s, after all wasn’t that their jobs? Men like him and my father certainly thought so.

    I mean Dennis was his son and no matter what, he still loved father. Problem was his father just wasn’t capable of expressing his love to Dennis, just like my father. His mother was a lovely women who wouldn’t say anything to cross her husband I felt. But it didn’t bother her at all that her youngest boy was gay and it showed. They had a marriage much like my parents and that generation the husbands word was law, and the wife never argued with him about it. Some people are happy and content with that arrangement if that’s what they wanted, who was I to say otherwise? It certainly wasn’t a marriage that I would go into with a closed mouth, not a snowball’s chance in hell . I knew that, I just hoped that Den understood that as well, IF we ever got that far together. And at this point in time that was in the realm of probably, possibility nope just wasn’t even in the vocabulary. At least in any conversation either in my head or his head, at least that I knew of. But I knew it wasn’t in mine, of that I was certain. Bricks or no bricks.

    Of course I was introduced as the guy that was the one who had been rescued from out in the middle of nowhere, considering the Daniels were from Framingham, Ashby was God’s country and was indeed the middle of nowhere. It didn’t matter to me how they referred to it, I still liked it probably always would, well as long as I lived in the northeast part of the country. If I ever got my wish to move to Florida as I intended to later in life, it would become a different issue. Then I might not move out in the middle of nowhere. I think then I might chose to live with others nearby as I get older. But since I have years to go with that I’ll let it go for now.

    Den made all the introductions and of course Granddad and Grammie came bearing gifts. Which where welcomed with open arms needless to say. It was Mr. Daniels that went right into wanting to know more about me. Why was I not surprised.

    “So Dennis tells me that you’re a journalist. What paper do you write for?” Great here it comes twenty-one questions to get to know me. I looked at Den and he looked back at me with an apologetic look, which I understood from his viewpoint. His father was just one of those that felt like he needed to know everything about someone, I knew the type.

    “Well I use to work for the Boston Globe at one point but now I only do free-lance and write for those I chose to.” I thought that would impress him and would end the conversation pretty much. Should have known better, knowing the type he was from the start.

    “You must do pretty well for yourself then to have this house and only do free-lance?” There it was the bottom line question was out there, and he was putting two and two together. He knew damn well that a free-lance writer couldn’t possibly let me afford all this. So here was my dilemma did I tell him I was a writer or not? It would lead to questions about what I have written, and then what name and all that shit. Of course one thing lead to another and the inevitable shoe drops, until he’d put two and two together. Being the type of man Dens father was he would just assume that there was something going on between us. I detest people that do that, but I could be wrong. Yea, sure.

    “You must do something else besides that Randy I doubt free-lance provides you with all this comfort and still be able to stay at home like you do.” I knew it was coming.

    “You’re right sir, I have been fortunate enough to publish a few books, but I must tell you that if you ask I will not tell you under what pen name. It is something I keep confidential for various reasons. I can only say that I mostly write about controversial topics so I like to keep my privacy just that, private. I hope you understand that. Even Dennis doesn’t know my pen name. Even though we have become friends. Please don’t ask.” He looked at me for a few moments as if he wanted to, hoping perhaps I would change my mind I think.

    “Fair enough Randy, although controversial is nothing new I would hope that one day I would be able to find out, I’d like to hear whatever it is you have to say. As I’ve grown older in life I’ve begun to learn that there are many things in life that we might not agree with. But it doesn’t mean that we can’t learn to come to some kind of understanding.” I’m not sure if he realized it or not but as he spoke to me he was also looking at his son and I know that Den wasn’t looking at his father at that moment, but I wish he had been. I knew I was going to have to remind him of that later after they had gone.

    “Listen we hope you don’t mind but since we don’t have them that long we were kind of hoping we could just visit with you for the day. We could let the boys play, we’re sure they probably don’t want to go off with two old people, that they haven’t seen in a over a year. But we don’t want to impose. We can certainly take them out for the day and find things to do with them that they would find entertaining. I’m sure there’s one of those video stores nearby somewhere we could find, and let them go wild for a while and they’d be happy enough. But we’d rather not do that. They would probably be just as happy to let us visit with you and pop in and out to say hi every now and then.” I could see the boys in the background with hope in their eyes.

    “Mom and Dad you two don’t have to do anything such thing. But I can’t leave Rand here by himself without help.” I wondered if he realized what he had just called me in front of his parents, the fact that he hadn’t used my full name. Of course that wasn’t really a big deal actually anyone could call me that I suppose. Maybe I was just making something out of nothing. But then I looked and saw the look on his mother’s face, and I knew I was right. She picked up on it right away. She knew at that point that there was something going on between the two of us. You know what they say, mother’s always know when somethings going on. They’re the first to know when you think you’re hiding something from them. No one fools Momma. I had to chuckle to myself because I knew when I told Den he’d deny that she knew anything. I’m sure his father had no clue because he still didn’t understand the whole concept of two men being together. Oh well.

    “Den it’s fine they’re more than welcome to stay the afternoon with us and let the boys play here at the house. You know darn well they’re right. It was just this morning Mrs. Daniels.” She held up her hand to stop me.

    “Please call me Maggie and my husband’s name is Robert but he prefers Bob.” Well that made things easier that was certain.

    “Thank you very much Maggie as I was telling you two just this morning Nathan and Michael expressed to me that they were hesitant about going with you two. Not because they didn’t love you two they made that part very clear to me. They told me that they just didn’t know what to say to you.” Okay so I lied a little. “But they were looking forward to you coming just the same.”

    “You’re a nice liar Randy and I appreciate it for trying to spare our feelings. But I know they’re being typical twelve year old’s. And they aren’t hurting our feelings. I would have been more hurt if they had been forced into going and then moping the whole time and not enjoying themselves. At least this way they’ll enjoy what we got them, at least I hope they do and we can visit with Dennis and if they pop in and out that’s a bonus. Plus we’ll force them to take pictures with us and that will kill only them for just a few minutes over the course of the afternoon. How’s that sound?” I couldn’t help but laugh a little as did Maggie right along with me. I really did like her.

    “I think it sounds just fine Maggie and I’ll bet the boys will go along with the idea without even batting an eye. If you’d like to go and tell them what you have in mind go right ahead just go down the hall and you won’t miss them, just follow the noise.” Maggie got up and went down the hallway towards the bedrooms.

    “As I was saying Randy if you ever change your mind about telling me your pen name I’d be honored to read your books whatever they might be about. I really do try and stay open minded. I’d like to say something but before I do I’d have to talk to my son privately I hope you understand some things aren’t meant to be said in public without permission.”

    “I do very much so Bob.” Bob looked at Den and they both got up and went into the kitchen. I wish I had been a fly in my kitchen to know what was being discussed actually, although I had a good idea. It had to do with Den’s sexuality and he didn’t want to say it out lout in case I didn’t know in all probability. They returned moments later and so had Maggie by this time.

    “I apologize for asking to leave the room like that Randy it must have seemed rude. But before I said anything out loud I had to ask my son’s permission about something before I just opened my mouth I wasn’t sure about how he felt about it.”

    “That’s all right Bob, I can respect that.”

    “Knowing that my son is gay was very hard for me in the beginning and sometimes still is I’ll admit. I don’t always know how to express my feelings about it to him and I wish I did better sometimes.” I was stunned by his admission this must have been very hard for a man like Bob Daniels considering his background.

    “But I do try and read things regarding the issue and when you said you write about controversial issues my mind began to wonder if that’s what you wrote about. Not because I thought you were, but because you asked to be private about and not disclose your name. I figured it had to be a hot topic, even still in today’s society. And about the only topic I could think of was homosexuality. It’s the one thing that still ignites fires with people and their conversations, unfortunately. Having said that I’d still like to read your books and I give you my word that I would never reveal your name to anyone, just as much as Den wouldn’t give it to me either. I know he wouldn’t tell me, but I have a feeling he knows already.” Wow, he was good.

    “I won’t say yes or no right now, just give me some time to think about it Bob.”

    “Fair enough Randy and I thank you for that. How about we talk about lunch now, I believe I’m hungry!” The four of us laughed with one another. Thinking of what we would do for lunch. Finally Den decided he would make Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for all of us. To tell you the truth it sounded good to me, nothing wrong with a good old stand by.

    “Den would you get me some pain killers before you get too far into making lunch?”

    “Yeah, no problem be out in a few with your goodies.” Sure as shit and as his usual Den was back out in the living room in a few seconds with two pills and a glass of water to wash them down with. While he stood there waiting for me to take my pills and swallow them down, I had made up my mind about telling his Dad about the books I had written.”

    “Hey what happened to that book that was lying on the coffee table earlier?” I looked at Den and he looked back with a complete look of surprise on his face. I could tell that he was in complete shock. He knew I was going to tell his father by showing him the book itself, and not just tell him my name and let him find one to read.

    “I’m not quite sure Rand. I’ll have to look.”

    “You know exactly where it is don’t give me that, you’re not sure buster brown crap. You’re the one that cleaned up the living room this morning not the boys.”

    His eyes flared at me. I think he was pleading with me not to share it with his father and I think it was the best thing to do. I think his father was trying to reach out to Den in his own way. I was willing to let him see it, what harm could it do? Bob was willing to learn about something he was still uncomfortable with. At least his mind was open enough to read something written by someone, who knew what they were talking about.

    “Oh yes that’s right the boys didn’t clean this room I did forget I did it.” If looks could have killed the accident would have been a merciful way to go at the time. His looks were throwing twenty-inch blades threw my body at the moment. Very dull rusty blades were piercing my body. Slowly I might add. Regardless I pressed on I was giving more credit to his father than he was.

    “Oh come on now Den don’t be such a spoiled sport, just get me the book that was there.” Den reached under the coffee table and opened the door, pulling out the book and handing it to his father.

    “Here you go Dad this is the book that Randy was talking about. I’m going to go in the kitchen and make lunch now.” It was obvious that Mr. Frost was giving me the cold shoulder, frost-bite was more like it never mind a frosty shoulder. Den yelled for the boys to come and help him set the table and get things ready for lunch. Soon enough the three adults in the living room heard nothing but laughing and giggling going on in the kitchen. At one point we sat there and just listened to them.

    “Sounds good in there doesn’t it?” Maggie was the one that asked the question.

    “I agree with you Maggie it certainly does. I’ve had the pleasure of listening to the three of them for a few meals now.”

    “I miss hearing the boys doing that in the kitchen.” Was Bob’s only comment to the whole thing. I could almost understand his comment. Bob looked up at me and I knew he had at least read what I written to David and had gotten into some of the first chapter. Of course I wasn’t going to say anything I mean what do you say when someone is reading your written work? Of course I was dying of curiosity and wanted him to say something, what I wasn’t sure.

    “I’m not sure what to say here Randy I don’t know who this David is really.” Great here we go.

    “He was my partner for ten years and we were together for twelve, he was killed on his way to work one morning by a drunk driver. The man lost control of his car and he smashed him into the wall of the building he worked in, maybe five more steps and he would have been safe inside.” I looked at the both of them without the tears in my eyes which made me feel good about myself. I didn’t start falling apart in describing what had happened to him. Maybe I really had put David to rest that night with Den. Finally. That made me feel incredibility good about myself at that moment at least internally.

    “I’m sorry to hear that Randy. It’s tough to lose anyone you love, no matter who they are in your life. I hope you cherish him always and never forget him.” Wow, was I really hearing this from Den’s father?

    “Believe me I won’t Bob, I don’t think I ever could. There aren’t to many days that go by that I don’t think of him, believe me.”

    “I believe that reading as much as I have I’ll have to buy a copy of this and finish reading it when at home. It seems interesting at this point I’ll certainly admit that Randy and at my age in life that isn’t always easy to do. I’ll have to go out and buy a copy now to finish it, so I can understand the whole book. I don’t want to make negative comments even in error when I open my mouth. For my son’s sake I have tried to learn more and more about relationships between men, and it hasn’t been easy for me and I’ll be the first to admit it. I know it’s effected our relationship and I hope that it can change as time goes forward for him and I. I really do Randy. I just hope that he sees it and doesn’t think it’s just an act of some kind.” I was surprised by his admittance of his relationship with Den and how frail it really was.

    “Bob I’m sure it will come through that way as long as when you talk to him it comes from the heart just like now. Talk to him like you just did to me and I promise you, you won’t have a problem with your son. I certainly don’t have one with him when we talk.” Oh shit! I didn’t want to say that to him. Bob looked at me and didn’t say anything nor did he ask anything about the two of us but I certainly saw the wheels turning in his head. I was saved by the lunch bell.

    “Lunch is ready!!”

    “Randy do you want to come to the kitchen table for lunch or sit in the living room?” Actually what I felt like was just sitting where I was but social graces told me to sit at the table. Being comfortable won out and I decided to eat where I was. I thought I’d let them sit as a family and eat together. They weren’t going to have all the time in the world so let them have their fun and time together. I’d have time with Randy later.

    “I think the way I feel today Den I’ll stay put and I’ll have mine in here if you don’t mind. Really I don’t know if I can hack the hardback chairs today, I’m feeling pretty comfortable right here for now, maybe for supper I’ll switch.”

    “You sure?” He looked at me with a questioning look as if I was lying to him. Maybe in part I was so that they could spend that time together. I didn’t think I was, at least not intentionally.

    “Yeah I’m sure, just make sure I have coffee out here that’s all, how’s that sound?” At least he went for that. I was happy when he stopped looking at me and went back to the kitchen, another few seconds of him looking at my eyes and I would have told him yes to sitting in the dining room. Why do I let my guilt do that to me? I really didn’t want to sit in the dining room chairs for lunch, I knew it would be uncomfortable. I really didn’t want to sit in them.

    Needless to say lunch was quiet for me which I didn’t mind at all. Den made us sandwiches, what else do you make for lunch on short notice right? It was a good thing he had done a good job grocery shopping in preparation for the boys coming and was somewhat prepared to make a lunch for everyone. The five of them talked throughout their lunch but I made quick work of mine. I didn’t realize I was as tired as I was and quickly dozed off to sleep once I finished. I couldn’t have been that far into sleep because I heard them talking.

    “Let him be Dennis he fell asleep, he must be tired I don’t want to disturb him let’s just sit in the dining room or the library.” Not the library that would lead them to all the other books that were there. And that was just not what I needed or wanted right now.

    “No really I’m fine come and join me I don’t get company that often, please don’t go. Come back back here all of you.”

    I hoped I sounded convincing when I said it and not to tired because the truth was I really did want to go right back to sleep. I was just going to ask Den for another cup of coffee instead pretending that I was a little cold, and wanted something warm to drink to warm up my bones. I knew he would see right through it, maybe not if I tried hard enough.

    “Are you sure dear?” His mother didn’t want to impose and I could tell she was hesitant to sit down and interfere; I was getting that motherly look of wondering if perhaps I was indeed lying to her. I tried to reassure her.

    “Please Maggie come and sit and relax I mean it, besides Den hasn’t had any visitors, I think they’re afraid I’ll break or something or be so tired I’ll collapse on them.” I gave her the best smile I could, she looked at me at little dubiously but she sat down and Bob and Den followed suit. Michael and Nathan made a beeline for the bedroom to resume their game playing on which ever new gizmo Bob and Maggie had brought them. Whatever it was it was, it was a hit with both of them. I had heard them talking about it over lunch when they were thanking them. They told them how jealous the kids at school would be, when they got back to Texas. Score ten points for the Grandparent’s.

    “Well Randy I’m sitting here, but I’m not totally buying that you’re not that tired. You’re eyes are telling me differently and I don’t even know you that well.” I dared not look at Den. If she could tell he’d know in a heart beat that I was more than just a little tired right now. I wasn’t even sure why I was feeling that tired all of a sudden. It wasn’t as if I had done anything during the day. What in the hell was wrong with me? I had no fucking clue. Without thinking I glanced up and looked at him and he was already locked in on me. I could tell that he wasn’t happy with me at the moment. He knew I was tired and wasn’t saying anything so that no one would leave early. Not that his parents were really visiting with the boys anyway. I figured the best solution was to feign a headache and go to bed. They’d would let them have the house to themselves and I’d lock myself in my bedroom. I’d worry about the fallout with Den later.

    “You know you may be more right than I thought Maggie, maybe lying down might be a good idea after all. Den would you mind helping me to the bedroom and I’ll try taking a little nap for an hour and see how it goes. Please stay and visit and have the boys come out here so you can enjoy them while you’re here. You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner if Den is up to making it for all of us.” I thought I’d better shut my mouth I wasn’t sure if he really wanted them here that long or not. He got up and came over to get me up and out of the chair. Funny when you sit long enough how stiff you get just sitting there. I felt like I was ninety years old getting up this time.

    “Go easy would you please Den…I’m feeling beat up today for some reason.” He gave me this look I couldn’t quite read this time. Guess I was going to have to wait to hear what he had to say when we got in the bedroom. It didn’t take us long to get there and it was quiet the whole way there unlike our usual banter.

    “I won’t say anything now because as you say you’re tired. But we’ll certainly finish it when my folks are gone buster brown.” I knew he was going to say something and what he just said, said a mouthful. I wasn’t going to push the issue at the moment I really was too tired and just felt like closing my eyes and resting. Den got me laid down and just put a comforter over me. Once that was taken care of he kissed me on the forehead and thanked me for being so good with his parents. He told me he still would talk to me later about being so tired and not saying anything at first. I just rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled as he left the room. I closed my eyes and that’s all I remembered. Before I knew it Michael and Nathan were both standing next to the bed trying quietly to wake me.

    “Mr. Randy…..Mr. Randy…Daddy said you’re supposed to wake you up…..Daddy says so.” The two of them were giggling as they finished their sentenced. I couldn’t help but smile at them.

    “Oh he did, did he?” I think I shocked them when I spoke up because they both jumped when I spoke, which made me laugh, which of course made them laugh too. Michael was the first to come back to the bed.

    “Do you want me to help you sit up?” I wondered if he could given his size or if they both needed to help me. I didn’t want to hurt Michaels feelings and tell him that so I thought I’d at least give him a chance.

    “Sure big guy why don’t we give it a try.” Nathan was the one that pulled off the comforter and Michael reached over from the side and reached for my right hand and began to pull with all his might. I have to say for a little skinny kid, he had some muscle hidden him and he was able to sit me upright at least.

    “Thanks Michael I appreciate that very much. I think however at this point I do need your father to get me to the bathroom.” They both looked at me with understanding and without question both left the room. I’m sure Den had been listening on the monitor, because as they were leaving he was coming through the door.

    “I didn’t want to let you sleep to long I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. So after two hours I thought you might want to get up.”

    “That was a good guess and I’m glad you did get me up. Two hours is plenty of time for a nap for me believe me Den, thanks for that and thanks for sending the boys in to wake me up. That was a pleasant surprise to have those two wake me up.” He smiled from ear to ear when I said that. And I had meant it, I was happy that he had sent the boys in. It had been a pleasant treat to have them wake me up. I had never had two boys wake me up before. Their laughter had made it quite enjoyable for me to wake with.

    “How you feeling now? You feel better after having a nap? And don’t lie and tell me that you didn’t really need one either.”

    “You know I did Den and I feel much better thanks I really do. So there shit head.”

    “Oh you’re going to start that again are you?”

    “You’re the one that started it, not me.”

    “Don’t bother pal…I’ll have to slap you silly.”

    “Oh promises promises.”

    “You just wait until your parents leave and the boys go to bed mister and we’ll talk then and we’ll see about promises.”

    “Oh, I’m so going to keep you at your word buddy.”

    “We’ll see what happens later when your parents are gone and the boys are in bed won’t we?”

    “Yes we will.” I was now at least going to get some sexual release tonight I had something to look forward. I had to make sure to keep my thoughts above the waist, the rest of the day or I knew I’d be popping wood without thinking twice. I knew I’d have to stay seated or at least a blanket handy so I could at least pretend I was cold.

    “Don’t you dare play any games with me Den, I mean it. Not with your parents here.” He looked and me and gave me a mischievous grin and all I could do was smile back at him.

    “So help Den if you do there won’t be anything happening tonight, I swear I don’t care if I have to take care of things myself.” I tried to give him a stern look but all he did was wrap his arms around me instead. He then blew in my ear ever so gently which instantly drove me nuts and did exactly what I didn’t want….instant hard on. I smacked him hard on the side of head and said not to loudly.

    “You bastard.” All he did was laugh.

    “What’s the matter have to pee now?” He stood there laughing, holding me. It was a good thing the door had slowly begun to shut in all of this. If you don’t open my door enough it will close itself shut. So Den took me into the bathroom. Letting me stand at the toilet while I struggled to get my hard on to go down, so I could honestly take a piss. I stood glaring at him the whole time. The afternoon passed quickly and I found that I really liked his parents. Den’s father was struggling to find a common ground to communicate with Den on. He just hadn’t found it yet, I guess for whatever reason talking to me was easier for him. For whatever reason it was harder for him to talk to Den. As soon as his parents left the boys were off to their room to change and continue playing.

    “Why is it that he was talking to you about all this and not me? Never has he ever asked me anything or ever said crap about any gay issues with me. And he comes in here and it’s like he just opens right up to you and doesn’t stop. What the fuck is up with that?” I could tell that Den was hurt by it and I could understand his feelings being hurt.

    “Because it wasn’t you he was talking to, that’s the whole thing Den. He could talk to someone who wasn’t his son and yet you were here and it was perfect because you got the chance to see that at least he was asking and showing some interest. Think about it Den. He was trying to show you that he does care, he asked some tough questions when you stop and think about it. And he never once criticized or made fun of anyone or knocked our lifestyle. He was trying to understand it, all of his questions were based on the fact of trying to understand it at least I think they were. Didn’t you?” Den sat there and looked at me for a few minutes before he said anything.

    “I have to admit that you might be right Rand. He didn’t bad mouth or throw bad jabs at gays during the whole conversation you two were having. He certainly had some very good and interesting questions I’ll say that for him. Maybe he just wasn’t comfortable asking me after all and with you it was easier for him since he didn’t know you until today.”

    “See, I told you once you gave it some thought it made sense. I liked him Den. I can see where you’re a lot like him and I mean that in a good way believe me. You’ll make a good father as I’ve said before I believe.” Den looked at me and smiled.

    “Yea, I know.” He hung his head and I watched his face turn a light crimson red. He was handsome as hell, as usual.

    “Come here you deserve to get you shoulder’s rubbed again tonight you’ve been very good today. Outstanding.” He pulled the oversized pillow and threw it on the floor. Sitting down in front of my chair with his back to me.

    “Go for it Crip I’m ready tonight for a light workout…don’t overdue that left arm of yours…ya hear me?”

    “Yes sir I hear you I’ll save it for later use.” He turned to look at me giving me a dirty sly smile. “Now there’s a thought.” He turned back to watch the television as I began to lightly rub his neck with both hands. I worked on his neck for a few minutes and slowly worked my way into his scalp using my fingertips to massage his head slowly and lightly.

    “That feels amazing babe don’t stop doing that believe me, you don’t even have to work on my shoulder’s at all if you don’t want to.”

    I had to snicker at his comment. I know how good it feels when I get my haircut, sometimes if they were slow enough I swear I could fall asleep sitting in the chair. And that’s just getting my hair cut. So I continued making small circular motions on his scalp, and then slowly moving my hands around in different directions. I felt his hands on both of my legs and they were resting on my feet as I kept up that slow leisurely pace. It was incredible when he began using just his fingers making almost the same kind of motion I was on my right lower leg, talk about instant hard on again. If he dropped his head backwards he would have felt how hard I was at that instant.

    “Stop doing that or I’ll never make it to the bedroom babe I mean it.” I said it in a very low voice right next to his ear and when I was finished I blew slowly and gently into it. I watched him as he physically shuddered from the effect it had on him. I could help but smile.

    “Mmmm…maybe I should let you make me do that right here….right now.”

    “Oh….you’re so bad you know that? So so bad right now.”

    “I know.” he had the most devilish look on his face and all I could do was laugh. I leaned towards him and quickly kissed the side of his face the best I could. I still worried the boys would happen to just walk out and catch us in the act. He reached around and held my head in place and turned his head to meet mine. He kissed me on the lips for a few seconds, making sure that that hard on I had would stay put for the next few minutes I’m sure. It did. I had to push him hard to get him to stop, not that I wanted to but I was beginning to panic with thoughts of the boys turning the corner any minute. I whispered in his ear when he let go.

    “You know the boys could come out at any second and catch us and then what would you say?”

    “Oh I don’t know, perhaps that Dad isn’t straight that Dad is into boys and not girls.”

    “You might want to talk to them first and not let them just find out the hard way Den. Some kids don’t take it so easy they need time to process it and especially if they idolize that person. And I have a feeling those two have you high up, way up there sir. You should seriously think about that first babe and I mean it.” Oh shit there went that word again. Dammit.

    We sat there and I finished giving him his neck rub and then I gave him a very light massage on his shoulder’s. He didn’t complain once whether it was enough or that he wanted more, he said he was content with what he got. We stayed where we were for a little while until it was time for the boys to get ready for bed. Den got up and went to put them through the routine of bath and let them wash themselves and put their pajamas on. They came out after they were done for inspection. I was the lucky one tonight and got to give them the seal of approval. I felt honored, I made a big deal out of it for them. They giggled all the way through it. Of course I made sure they passed, how could I not like these two?Worse was how could I not love them? That was the big scary question in my mind. CHIP. Major chip. Oh God.

    “Good night Michael and Nathan I’m glad you two came here the house hasn’t been the same since you two arrived. It’s been so lively. I hope tomorrow you get to go sliding on the sled.”

    “Oh YES! Can we Dad? Can we? Can we?” They jumped up and down asking Den. Obviously it had been forgotten about and this infusion was just too much for them. He looked at me as if he wanted to strangle me, but I knew he didn’t really want to at least I didn’t think he did.

    “Yes tomorrow we can go sledding, besides your cousins are coming tomorrow and they’ll know want to go to I’m sure.” The two jumped up and gave each other a high five. They charged at Den and leaped at him almost knocking him over throwing their arms around him.

    “Thanks Dad, thanks so much, what time is everyone getting here?”

    “Sometime in the morning probably around ten your Uncle’s said. Now settle down or you’ll never get to sleep tonight.” They both kept their hold on him but they did settle down. I watched them both hang on to him for the next few minutes as he talked to them. He was being soft spoken and his gentle manner was shining through. You could see them slowly settling down, it was as if he was pulling the energy plug from their system. I was truly amazed by this.

    “I’m going to take these two little monkey’s to bed Rand. I’ll be back once I have them settled in and see their eyes shut.”

    “Take your time Den don’t rush on my account I’ll be fine until you get back. Good night boys sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.”

    “Night Mr. Randy.” Again in unison. It still was amazing to me to listen to them talk like that, but I had to assume to them it was second nature. What I wasn’t expecting this time was Michael coming up to me and giving me a quick hug. I felt a lump form in my throat instantly, WOW! where did that come from? Nathan just stood by his father and didn’t move and I didn’t expect him to follow suit. I had gotten the impression since meeting him that he kept his emotions closer to him, whereas Michael wore his on his sleeve for the world to see. I had to hug him back. And he whispered in my ear.

    “I hope you sleep good to.” It was so heartfelt when he said it I knew he meant it.

    “You to buddy.” It was all I could get out of my mouth I think without losing it.

    “All right come on you two lets get to bed.” I was never more glad that Den got them out of the room leaving me alone. I had to close my eyes and found myself bringing my hands to them to wipe any possible tears from falling. It seems Michael had crawled into my heart in a very short time. But Nathan was standing firm for now and that was okay for me I knew they’d be leaving before long. I didn’t want to have my heart ripped out the day they did leave. I had to be a little more careful with my words and emotions with these two, and how attached I got while they were here. I’d have to keep reminding myself they were leaving to go back to Texas. It wasn’t too long before Den was back in the living room.

    “Well didn’t you get a surprise tonight babe?”

    “That’s for sure Michael caught me totally off guard when he hugged me Den.”

    “I could tell, I could see that in your eyes clearly.”

    “That bad huh?” I was so hoping that it hadn’t shown too much.

    “Yeah it showed and it’s okay babe, Michael has a way of getting inside your heart real quick and he certainly got in yours.”

    “I’m trying to remind myself they will leaving before too long and not to get myself to attached.”

    “I think it’s too late for that.” I looked at him and sighed knowing he was right. It was already too late with Michael, he had me in his heart already.

    “You’re right Den what can I say it’ll kill me to say good-bye to them when they leave. Well not kill me but it certainly won’t be easy for a few days after they leave.”

    “Tell me something I don’t know. Imagine what it’s like for me once they’re gone.” Den hung his head into his hands and I couldn’t even fathom what he was going to go through once they left here. I’d have to think of things to keep him busy for a few days. God knows what it was going to be like living with him for a few days after they left.

    “I can’t babe, I honestly can’t imagine what it’s like for you to have to send them back to your ex-wife knowing you won’t see them for a while.” He sat there with his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths before he spoke to me again. I wasn’t going to push him I just gave him the time he needed to compose himself, and talk to me again.

    “I just try and focus on the next time I get to see them again that’s all I can do, to keep my sanity Rand. It’s the only way I can survive the times in between. That bitch will never give me more time than I get now. She hates me for being gay. She’s claims that anymore time spent with them the greater chances are that I’ll molest them.” The blood in me began to boil. Was he fucking kidding me?

    “Are you fucking serious?” I just looked at him opened mouth sitting there in disbelief, was she that ignorant? Or just that stupid? Obviously since he had said it.

    “Oh yeah, you should have heard her in court. I was lucky that the judge either knew someone who was gay or had a son or daughter or who gay. He told her to shut up and sit down when she starting talking about me like I was some kind of sexual predator. Like I was just waiting to get my boys alone, without her so that I could do something to them without her around.”

    I sat there still in disbelief. I mean I understood there was still people out there that were not kind to gays, but seriously. Looking or thinking of us as child molester’s where the fuck did she ever get that idea? Or was she just throwing out things to make him look bad? I chose to think she was just being a bitch, trying to make him look bad in the eyes of the court but misfired with the judge thank goodness.

    “I’m glad the judge said something Den I’m sorry she said any such thing, though there’s no excuse for that, ever.”

    “You’re telling me I was shocked as shit when it came out of her mouth in court. I was just glad the boys weren’t there to hear it.” My heart was breaking for him. Literally. I wanted to reach out and hold him with every fiber in my body. For the first time since I left the hospital I was glad for the cast. Not that I still didn’t want to comfort him I did. If I was more mobile I would have rushed into his arms and held him for all I was worth at that moment. I was still working at keeping those bricks in place. I don’t know what I was still afraid of. Well I knew but I just wasn’t ready for that again not after David, I just wasn’t.

    “Come here Den.” He looked at me at with uncertainty etched across his face this time. Perhaps my own insecurity was coming through.

    “I mean it babe, please come here.” This time he moved without hesitation.

    “I wish I could stand up and walk to you but I can’t and it’s pissing me off right now.” There I said it and I wasn’t lying to him. I meant it every word of it. He had moved in to be a helper and I knew it was turning into more whether I liked it or not. I just had to accept it, and for me that was going to be the hard part. I guess Den was sensing it.

    “I’m sorry if you’re getting the wrong signals from me Den I don’t mean to. This isn’t easy for me. I told you in the beginning I had walls up and I wasn’t kidding.” He looked at me again without saying anything.

    “I know you did tell me. I’m the one that’s trying to hard I guess. I’ve got to step back and give you your space and let you breathe Randy, I’m sorry for pushing so hard. It’s just I’ve been so lonely for so long and then you come along and you’ve turned my world upside down. And I don’t know what to think anymore. I crawl into that bed in the next room at night and it’s the last place I want to be. I’d rather be crawling in with you and yet I know I can’t. The other night after we did what we did….(now he was struggling to talk) I had such a hard time leaving you……but I knew I had to.”

    “I know it was the right thing to do with the boys here babe I do. You have to understand how hard this is for me still. I know it’s been three years and you’d think I’d be over David and ready to move on. I guess I’m not as ready as I should be.” I lowered my head almost ashamed of myself. I felt his hand on my chin as he lifted my head up so that I was looking at him.

    “Don’t you ever be sorry or ashamed of how you feel with me Randy ever. I mean that. I mean it was just the other night that you were able to verbalize the the fact that you could finally put David to rest and be at peace with yourself; that was a big step for you. Hugh! I admire you for that step alone. I’m not expecting much at this point really I’m not even though sometimes I know you think I am but trust me I’m not. I’m a patient man Randy McKnight and as I’ve told you before I’ll keep waiting for you, I know you’re worth it. In the little time I’ve gotten to know you I know you’re worth the wait.” What do you say after that? I mean really what the fuck do you say. I was flattered, deeply. I knew I was the one turning red now.

    “My, my…..someone else has the ability to turn different shades of red, guess I’m not alone anymore.” That just made it worse. By this time he was down on his knees in front of me and was doing his best to get his arms around me so that he could hug me. I wanted so bad to punch him for his remark and I just couldn’t. I wanted more than anything to fall into his arms and let him hold me at this point. He pulled me forward into his body and held me like he knew what I wanted. How in the hell did he do that? What was it about him? I just couldn’t answer that. But there was certainly something about him that was slowly working it’s way into my heart. I heard the hammer strike the bricks hard this time. I couldn’t help but take in a deep breath and sigh when I let it out.

    “You’re going be okay Rand I promise I won’t hurt you, not intentionally anyway. I’d never do that to you I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you.” I barely heard him say it but I heard him nonetheless. I wanted to cry and I had no idea why at that moment all I could do was put my arms around him and hold him. Tight. And I did, just as tight as I could. Because at that moment I was scared perhaps because for the first time since David’s death, I was putting myself out there again and I knew exactly what that meant. I had to say something or at least I thought I did.

    “I know Den, I know just be patient that’s all I ask, just be patient with me.” The tears fell and I couldn’t help it, fuck I couldn’t help it. I felt like a fucking cry baby. He just held me tighter and ran his hand up and down my back trying to comfort me. Making me feel all that much more needful of him, dammit.

    “Just let it out babe it’s why I’m here. I’m the guy that’s here to let you heal.” Was he? Was he indeed the one to get me to heal? Was there something that he wasn’t telling me? Was there something I didn’t know about Den? At the moment I didn’t want to ask I couldn’t even talk to him.

    “You know someone once told me that a crying man wasn’t a big deal that it wasn’t a weakness?” Fuck why did he have to go and throw my own words back in my face? I pushed him in the chest which did absolutely nothing really, all it did was produce a chuckle out of him and made me smile a little. “There’s that’s what I like seeing on your face babe.”

    “Stop it now you’re just making fun of me.”

    “I would never make fun of you babe, ever.” He picked up my face with his hand and made me look him in the eyes. They were just so intense when he looked at me. He leaned in and kissed me. Dammit this wasn’t fair. I melted every time he kissed me or at least I felt like I did. And especially when his large hand found it’s way behind my head and he held it in place and wouldn’t let go of me. It just felt like I was being held captive in his hand, I felt like my whole head was in his hand that’s how big his hand was. His other arm seemed to snake around me and just held me to him. Finally he let go of me and just looked at me.

    “You certainly know how to break a guys train of thought you know.” He smiled at me.

    “In a good way I hope.”

    “Yeah you could say that babe, you could say that.” The pieces of brick were just crumbling around me, falling by the side and I wasn’t really listening to them. I wasn’t that interested right then.


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  • Connection

    Chapter One

    “We need to talk.”

    Creek Woods turned to face his lover of a year. The cheerful gaze of the sun lit the spacious kitchen from the two windows in the room and reached out to engulf the six foot two inch tall lover in an exuberant embrace. It caressed the strong features of his face and then ran a hand through the shoulder length dark brown dreads neatly framing his handsome face.

    The worn blue jeans hung low on his hips emphasizing the lean lines before falling neatly down his long legs. The blue T-shirt pulled tight across his broad chest and fell over the flat plane of his stomach covering the eight-pack Bradley worked so hard on. Bradley was barefooted giving him the appearance of a sexy God.

    With a faint smile and the thrill of sexual excitement running through him, Creek lifted his eyes to meet his lover’s to find his blue-grey eyes were filled with a light of excitement he’d never seen. His stomach tightened, his skin heated and a wave of nausea washed over him so strong his hand automatically went to his mouth even as fear dried it out.

    For weeks now he’d known something was bothering his lover, but he had no idea what that was. He’d asked and been brushed off, so he hadn’t pushed. Bradley was intensely private and always shared in his own good time. Now, he wished he had for Bradley could only have one thing to say.

    Creek nodded, leaned against the counter with a window behind him and the sun was now an offense heat through his T-shirt. He drew in a shaky breath. “Okay.”

    Bradley nodded and then crossed the stone floor they’d put down together three months ago when Bradley mentioned wanting to finish the renovations to the kitchen right out of the blue. This was a house his lover had bought six months after they’d met and Creek had agreed to help him do some work on it.

    “I’ve been up a while, but I didn’t want to wake you,” Bradley said as he brushed against Creek’s shoulder in his actions of snagging a cup from the cupboard and moving to the coffee pot.

    Creek nodded. Bradley was up before him now every morning and came to bed long after he was asleep at night. He was starting to get the picture that he was on his way out and some other man was going to take his place.

    “I’ve been thinking about how to tell you this all week, and trying to come up with the perfect time,” Bradley went on in his deep voice. He could have been talking about the weather for all the emotion in it.

    The nausea got worse, and he became dizzy. Creek wrapped his arms around his stomach so sure he was going to throw up the coffee he had with the next words out of Bradley’s mouth. “You’ve met someone.” He felt sicker even though he’d thought saying the words himself would lessen the blow to his heart and his soul.

    “Yes.”

    “I see.” The words came out calmly but his lower lip trembled as tears swelled and tried to leak from his eyes, but he fought against them bitterly as anger rushed him like a river overflowing its banks and swallowing the land beyond. Creek clenched his fingers in his shirt and a ragged breath escaped him as his shoulders heaved. He had fallen in love with this man barely a year ago and he’d thought when he moved in that meant they were going to be together forever. Obviously, forever was only a year long.

    Bradley added cream to his coffee and sugar before stirring the rich brew in the mug that Creek had given him three months ago just because. Creek watched him turn with natural grace and envied the fluidity of his movements.

    “I didn’t really expect this to happen, Cree,” he said and then blew over his mug before taking a sip of the steaming liquid. “But I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

    Creek gripped the edge of the counter determined not to break down in front of him. “I’ll pack my things.” He pushed away from the counter and stopped when Bradley held up his hand for him to. “I don’t want to know who he is,” he said quietly. “It’s not important to me.”

    “I want to tell you about him.”

    His eyes flared and pain rushed him anew as bile flooded his mouth. He was going hurl-no he was going to listen. Afterwards, he was going to tell the man he loved with all of his heart how happy he was for him. He was going to tell him he hoped they could still be friends, but he was not going to cry.

    Creek nodded lowering head unable to take that excited glow in the eyes watching him with seeming ignorance of his pain.

    “He’s sexy and sweet,” he said. “Damn he’s so giving, Cree. He’s better with a hammer than I am. He’s loyal and honest. He’s the kind of man I never thought I’d ever meet, but he sweeps me off my feet every time I look into his eyes.”

    Creek suppressed the cry of anguish that wanted to tear from him. He wasn’t sexy, but he was loyal and honest. He didn’t have Brad’s skills as a carpenter, but he wasn’t a slouch either. He nodded, his lips pulling into a tight line as he tried hard not to cry. “He sounds like a fine man.”

    “He’s the finest-” Brad grinned. “He’s a good man, and he’s a good lay too, just one thing about him that gets me.”

    Creek’s face contorted in pain. He clenched his hands against his thighs as his stomach tightened painfully. “You had sex with him?”

    “Yeah.”

    He nodded and lowered his head causing his thick shoulder length red hair to fall around his face. He pushed it back as he swallowed tightly. “I’ve heard enough. I think it’s time for me to leave.”

    “Wait,” Bradley said. “I-“

    “I know. You didn’t mean for it to happen, and I really believe that because you’ve never looked side-ways at a guy since we met,” he said calmly though he wanted to scream at him, to rage. He wanted to slap him, punch him. Instead he tightened his lips holding it all in.

    “The problem with him, Cree is that he has no idea that he’s God’s gift to men as far as I’m concerned.”

    A tear escaped as another cut slice across his heart. “I see.”

    “He’s everything I want and need in a man, but he’s never going to keep me if he keeps going on this way.”

    “I don’t think I’m the man to give him pointers.” He wiped at the silent tears that coursed down his cheek.

    Bradley set his coffee cup down on the counter next to Creek and put his hand on the counter next to it. “You know I’m a private person for the most part. I keep my private life private and I say what’s on my mind when it needs saying.”

    “I hear you talking loud and clear, Bradley,” he said aching sadness eating him alive. “You don’t have to give me anymore reasons or details about him. I already told you I didn’t want to know who he was.”

    “I want to know more than just how he takes his coffee and if he sleeps on the right side or the left, Cree. I want to know him deep down inside. Look at me, please.”

    “Why?” He willed his gaze to the man’s who’d sliced his heart to ribbons in a single five minute span with no regard for his feelings. “You want to see me cry?” He wiped at the tears angrily.

    “He’s hot, Cree. I think about him, and my dick just gets harder than steel. I watch him walk by and his ass is so perfect all I can do is think about getting in his pants. He smiles and I melt. He looks into my eyes and I know I’d give him everything. I’d die for him, sell my soul to keep him happy, but he holds back parts of himself I need.”

    “Stop!” he pleaded softly. “Bradley. I can’t hear anymore about him. It’s killing me. Can’t you see that or do you even care! Did you ever even care that much about me!”

    Bradley’s gaze roamed his face, and he used the thumb of his other hand to wipe snot from Creek’s nose and then rubbed it off on the leg of his jeans. “I want to give him every part of me, Cree, and I want the same in return, but I’m scared to take that final step with him.”

    Creek knocked his hand away. “Damn you, Bradley.” He shoved at his strong body barely moving him and took off, but he didn’t get far. Bradley grabbed him around the waist and virtually lifted Creek off his feet and held him flaying his arms.

    “Let me go!” he snapped. “Put me down, you jerk! I’ve heard enough.”

    “I haven’t said enough, and you’re going to listen.”

    Why did Bradley want to hurt him? He was guilty of nothing more than falling in love with him, but he was not going share him with another man and neither was he willing to be the fall-back guy. He deserved so much better than that.

    Bradley set him on his feet and forced him back against the counter. Creek tilted his head back to willing himself to look at his now ex-lover and not fall apart anymore than he already had. Their relationship had been good but obviously Bradley hadn’t gotten all of his needs met. For that he was sorry.

    “I need things you aren’t giving me, baby.” He leaned toward Creek hands firmly trapping him in place and leaning so close to him their thighs brushed even though Bradley’s powerful longer legs bracketed his.

    He was all around him blocking out the doorway and the cupboards with the sun kissing off his beautiful brown skin. Creek smelled his soap and the faint twang of his hypoallergenic aftershave. The smells of his now ex-lover always drew him in, made him want to cuddle, but all Creek wanted to do was escape, get some air. He needed to calm the muscles and nerves of his body that felt pulled taut and close to breaking. And he needed to warm up. Every sentence Bradley uttered was chilling him to his soul.

    “It’s too late for that.” He refused to look in the eyes that he could always count on to suck him into a world of warmth where only the two of them existed. They were either teasing, laughing, or just flat out caressing in their stare.

    “It doesn’t have to be.”

    Creek’s eyes flared as incredulity marched through him. “You’ve had someone else! Do you really think-damn you for doing this to us.”

    “Damn me?” he demanded tightly. “Look at you! Standing there in your T-shirt and briefs. Socks up to your damned pretty pale neck.”

    Creek stared at him, blinked in absolute bemusement with hurt that cruel bastard playing Taps in his ear. “I’m sorry I’m not measuring up to your high standards, but I just woke up.”

    “Yeah, you did and when I came home last night what were you doing, Cree?”

    “I was sleeping,” he snapped. “Because you’re obviously so repulsed by me now you can’t come to bed when I’m awake.”

    Bradley shook his head. “No, you weren’t. You were in our bedroom lying on the bed wearing a pair of red lace panties and a matching tank top with your hair all around your face.”

    Creek paled. That was his secret. Silk and lace made him feel sexy and confident, but-he’d seen him? He knew what he’d done? “Oh my god!” he whispered and his face flushed as he tore his gaze from Bradley’s.

    “Yeah, I saw you, stroking your dick with that toy and after you took your own ass with that dildo. Where’ve you been hiding your toys, hmm? I haven’t seen a single one. Not even that prostate stimulator you used to keep in your bedside drawer at your apartment.”

    He swallowed tightly. He’d never allowed Brad to see him in the lace or the silk. Before he moved in with him, Brad used to come see him at his apartment. He had two bedrooms and one of them was a showplace from a fashion magazine with soft feminine touches mingled with the rougher edges of manhood. That was where he slept, where he fantasized about all the things he wanted Brad to do to him. That room was here he used those toys to make those fantasize come true.

    The other bedroom was the epitome of masculinity and that room was where he and Brad had sex and slept together.

    “Brad-“

    “And look at our bedroom,” he cut in. “I told you to do whatever you wanted to it. To make it what you wanted it to be. I asked you what you needed from me giving you every opportunity to tell me about your real needs.”

    “I told you,” he cried. “I-the room is perfect. It’s everything you like.”

    “It’s nothing you are, baby,” he said softly. “Not the real you. That room is just like the one at your old apartment. It’s the public face you show to the guys on the construction site and at the bar. I don’t see lace and-“

    “Stop!” He covered his mouth staring in shock. Brad had seen the room, and he’d told him it was his roommate’s. A roommate who never seemed to be around. But he couldn’t know what was in the drawers or even that beneath the pretty blue and pink comforter was silk sheets.

    “Yeah, I know you didn’t have a roommate,” Brad told him. “I know you liked to dress up in women’s underwear, lip gloss and sometimes eye liner.”

    Creek swallowed convulsively. That is why he was dumping him? That’s why he didn’t think he was honest? He lowered his head, face flaming. Only sissies wear make-up, his very macho father had shouted when he’d caught him putting on some eye liner in high school. Then, he’d beat him. He’d beat him enough times for him to know he had to keep that part of him a secret. So, he’d locked it away determined to be as masculine as his brothers on the outside.

    He didn’t see his family often because it hurt so much they couldn’t accept all of him. Now, that secret was costing him the man he loved. “I know you’re disgusted, so why didn’t you just leave me instead of throwing all this in my face?” He shivered freezing now. Creek wanted to sink into the floor from embarrassment, but at the same time he was glad he’d never brought up any of the fantasies or worn any of the things he kept tightly locked away.

    “Seeing you that way, hurt me, Creek,” he said. “That you have to hide it says you don’t trust me and there must be trust in a relationship. What other secrets are you hiding?”

    Head hung, Creek just stood there wishing he could just cave in on himself.

    “I need passion, I need heat, and I need trust,” Bradley murmured. “There’s no way to go back and even if there was, there are things in our relationship I don’t want back.”

    “Move, Bradley. I need to get out of here,” he said tears in his eyes. “I perfectly understand you.”

    Bradley’s long cool fingers closed around Creek’s chin and forced his head up so their eyes met. “I don’t think you do, but I’m about to explain myself in a little more detail so there will be no more misunderstandings between us. First…”

    Bradley released him and Creek almost sighed thinking this was finally over and then Brad was turning him around to the face the cupboard. He caressed his bare arms until his hands found Creek’s.

    “I’ve hungered for so much.” He raised their hands and laid them on the counter. He gently urged Creek to flatten his palms. “Are any of your fantasies about me? I know they used to be? Tell me what I used to do to your tight little body besides suck your sweet dick?”

    Creek closed his eyes listening to the slow sensual cadence of Bradley’s voice. His skin was heating and his dick was swelling just thinking about those fantasies. Fantasies that would repulse his lover-ex-lover even more.

    “Talk to me, Cree,” he urged. “Did you wear a G-string? Did I pull it aside and fill your tight little place?”

    Creek’s breath caught. He could feel Bradley’s warm body shift slightly behind him before circling his wrists.

    “When my dick slid up your ass was it good?”

    Something soft lightly brushed over his skin. “Yes.”

    “Do you like the way my dick feels in your mouth?”

    Damn him he was going make him crazy and then leave him-soft warmth circled his wrists and-his eyes flew open in time to see the fur-lined cuffs snapped into place. He shivered from excitement and his mouth went dry. Confusion and hunger warred in him tearing each other apart as he tried to turn around to get a look at Bradley’s face.

    “Bradley?”

    “I told you, I had needs that I was sure he wouldn’t allow,” Bradley murmured at his ear. “Will you allow them? Will you let me peel your briefs down and take a wooden spoon to your ass right now?”

    “Oh my god!” The words were a whisper of pure sinful want. God he wanted it so bad he was starting to pant with it.

    “Mmm. I think we should find out.” Bradley kissed the side of Creek’s neck softly as one hand glided down Creek’s flat stomach to cup his erection. “You want to have your ass spanked, Cree?”

    “Brad-” His voice trembled.

    Brad gave Creek’s thigh a light slap. “Answer the fucking question,” he commanded firmly.

    “B-“

    “This dick is so hard,” Brad cut him off. He closed his fingers tighter around it and Creek gasped. “Hurt?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Let’s see how this feels.” Bradley pushed his hand down into Creek’s briefs and cupped the warm flesh of his cock. He stroked his hand down the length to the head and ran a finger around the tip where it picked up a pearly drop of pre-cum.

    Creek whimpered. “Brad. No.”

    “You’ve been my sweet little lover for a year, and I’ve contented myself with having only a part of you knowing there could be more. Starting this morning, I’m going to make you my little bitch.”

    Creek swallowed tightly excitement was a drummer playing a kicky beat inside him. His hands grew damp and his ass tingled in memory of the thick length that filled him so perfectly. But this could not happen no matter how much his body craved it, agreed with it. “Take these off me,” he demanded. “Now.”

    Bradley’s response was to remove his hand from Creek’s pants before shoving Creek chest down to the counter stunning him with the force. Next Bradley reached beneath the T-shirt covering Creeks chest and yanked his briefs down unceremoniously.

    “Bradley-“

    “Shut up, little bitch,” he ordered and delivered a stinging slap to Creek’s ass.

    Creek’s first reaction was one he knew he’d hate himself for later. He gasped wanting more. And he got it. Bradley’s hand landed on his ass again and then he pushed a hand into Creeks locks and pulled his head back.

    “You’re a bad boy, Cree,” murmured. “And bad little bitches get their asses spanked from now on.” His hand slid over the curve that Creek could feel starting to redden. There was an edge of roughness, but he felt perfectly safe in spite of not having chosen a safe-word. “You have two choices Cree. Take your punishment or walk from it like a pussy.”

    Take it like a pussy or walk away?

    He’d been fantasizing about his man spank him, flog him, and paddle him. The pain was something he needed craved, ached for. And now he was going to get it.

    But Brad had cheated on him. He’d admitted to being with someone else. That someone was a man who didn’t want this. Could he allow it knowing Brad had taken another lover? How many times had he taken that man?

    He opened his mouth to decline to allow Brad to use him to get off, but it was too late. Brad’s hand landed on his ass just heavy enough to let him know his time was just about up.

    “I don’t want you to default, baby,” Brad said anger coloring his tone. “Speak up. Yes or no, Cree.”

    One time and then he’d walk away. He could never sleep with a man he didn’t trust, but that didn’t meant he couldn’t share one more moment of pleasure with the best lover he’d ever had. “Yes.”

    “Good.” Bradley’s hand landed on his ass again. This time it was firm and every nerve ending in Cree’s ass fired.

    He sighed roughly as a third tap connected with his bare flesh. It was harder, caused his skin to sting and his cock to pulse in interest. He’d only done this once with another man and since then he’d been looking for just the right Dom to take control of his passions. He’d never found a man worth trusting with this part of him until-“Fuck!” The spoon was a sharp tap that snatched him from his reverie.

    His breathing hitched as pleasure created a riot of sensation inside him. His fists clenched on the countertop and his blood pumped through him lava, setting every part of him on fire.

    Brad’s big warm hand stroked over his ass. “Things have to change, baby if we are going to be able to go on from here.”

    He opened his mouth and all that came out was a cry of pleasure as the spoon slapped against his flesh. It burned and hurt making his dick ache. He needed to touch it, pump it. Another whack on his other ass cheek and he cried out.

    Cree’s breathing came in an uneven cadence as the heady delectation rocked him, drew him into its dark world. “God!” he whispered as the spoon landed on his ass again. He wasn’t going to survive it.

    Brad’s lips brushed the side of his neck and his free hand closed around Cree’s swollen cock. He caught his breath. His dick was sensitive like it never had been. “Brad,” he cried as the thumb swiped over the head.

    “You’re enjoying my affection?” Brad asked dark arousal in his voice.

    “Yes, you bastard.” The husky words were ripped from him.

    “I had my doubts.” Brad ground his erection against Cree’s ass. “I can’t wait to fuck this tight ass hard,” he murmured.

    He wanted to tell him no. He’d been with another man and that made their relationship cheat and inconsequential to him. But he couldn’t. The feel Brad grinding against him, pumping his throbbing cock as it leaked left him mindless to do what he knew he’d have to do later.

    Brad took his hand away and landed another tap with the spoon, and then another. One cheek after the other, the staccato melody turned his ass to flaming muscle and his mind to a raging river of need. He couldn’t think. All he could do was feel as another tap landed on his ass. It was harder, more insistent and more painful. “Fuck yeah!” His eyes closed and his mouth fell open as the pleasure drowned him.

    “From now on, Cree, you’ll wear those sexy things for me especially at night.” He landed another tap, but this one fell on the back of Cree’s thighs. “I bought you a pair of red crotchless briefs. The slit up will give me quick and easy access to your delectable ass.” He brought the spoon down one more time before smoothing the red flesh.

    Cree shook with pleasure his mind in a haze and his body an inferno ready to combust. “Brad you should have done this before you fucked him.”

    Brad chuckled. “I should have trusted my instincts, but you didn’t give me any indication you’d be open to this, my little bitch.” He thwacked his ass again.

    Cree groaned. “Make me cum, Brad. Do it now.”

    Brad chuckled darkly. “From now on, Cree, you’re the sub who gives no orders, and I am your Dom who takes every liberty with your body that comes to my mind.”

    Cree shivered. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” he murmured out of his mind with pain and pleasure. “I need you.”

    “You’ve got me, sweetheart.”

    Too bad he didn’t really. This would have been a dream to look forward too after a long day on the job. His eyes flared wide as he felt a slick finger push past the ring of muscle of his ass. He caught his breath. “Yes.” He let the word fall roughly from his lips. He wanted more. He wanted Brad big dark dick gliding into him, filling him up. “Bradley,” he whispered almost ashamed of himself of craving a man who didn’t think enough of him not to cheat on him.

    “Hold on little bitch,” he murmured. “I’m going to give you what you really want.” His hand slapped one cheek and Cree cried out

    “Brad!”

    “I know, baby.” He breathed roughly. “My fucking cock is killing me too.” Brad pulled his fingers free and pushed two more back into the tight dark channel. “We’re going to explore every dark thing on our minds together.” He fucked into him with hard strokes, his fingers, spread, curved and worked diabolically bringing him undone.

    “Ohhh!” Cree groaned and his hips began to move, pushing his ass back into the wicked fingers that were hitting his sweet spot with unerring precision. “Oh fuck! Fuck me harder!”

    Brad drew his fingers out and slammed them back and brought his hand down hard on the side of Cree’s ass cheek and Cree let out a hard wail as his orgasm denoted through him with the force of a bomb. He struggled to catch his breath as his fingers clenched hard on the counter.

    ****

    And he thought it was over?

    Brad wanted to laugh as the orgasm began to ease allowing his little bitch’s body to relax a little. He slathered lube onto his cock. He’d meant what he said about the changes that had to be made. This-his taking Cree without a condom was meant to be proof of everything he’d said.

    He pushed the blunt purpled head into Cree’s tight and still slick anus. He groaned as the clenching channel clamped onto his cock the second he slide it past the ring of muscle. “Oh, fuck!” he whispered and gritted his teeth as he tried to maintain control. It was always like that with Cree. He was fucking tight and good, he had to fight not to slam home and fuck hard.

    “Brad, damn you,” he murmured.

    They’d both been damned the moment their eyes met in that bar that night. He’d known he’d found what he’d been looking the second Cree spoke. He’d been lost since and there was no going back no matter what.

    He claimed the last few inches of Cree’s tight ass and groaned hard. “Damn yourself, Cree because you did this to us with your eyes. Your pretty eyes struck something in my soul that made me lose my fucking mind long before that first kiss.”

    “Don’t.”

    He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in. “I won’t last too long, but hell we’ve got all day.”

    “Not this time,” Cree said softly and hiss as the crack of Brad’s hand against his ass brought him renewed pain and pleasure.

    Brad thrust into him again. He didn’t think now was the time to argue. He’d show and then tell the rest of the story. He gripped Cree’s hips as he ground into him. He took him slow, pushing deep as he go into his ass and reveled in each shudder he elicited from Cree’s hard body. He reached around to stroke his cock, his fingers pumping hard as his strokes became shallower, faster.

    His hips moved fast, jack-hammering into Cree. His balls slapped against the damp flesh of his ass. Pleasure raced through him by-passing the scenic route. His mind was in a haze, as fire burned him from the inside out. He pumped Cree’s dick harder loving the feel of the prick in his hand.

    God he wasn’t going to make. Cree first. Cree first. The song played in his head. “Cree, baby you feel so good around me.” He thrust hard into him and gave his cock one last pull and felt Cree stiffen beneath, heard his cry and then he released his cock and gripped his narrow hips with both hands and fucked into him mercilessly.

    His head rolled back on his shoulders as bliss sailed through him. One more thrust, and he growled his released like a wolf howling at the full moon.

    ****

    Cree collapsed onto the counter. His body still flamed with the fading heat of arousal, but he was cooling inside as reality rushed back to him. This should have been a moment where they laughed and hurried upstairs for round too or collapsed on the couch and basked in the afterglow. But he had to clean up and get his shit and hit the door.

    He had no place to go since he’d given up his apartment to move in here with Brad. But he couldn’t stay here and allow himself to be Brad’s sex slave. He loved him, yet he loved him too much to be victimized by an unfaithful lover.

    “Brad, get off me,” he said. “I have go.”

    “Cree-“

    “I’ve heard everything you had to say,” he said quietly. “Now, please, show me the respect of letting me go without further humiliation.”

    “Being with me is humiliation?” Brad asked as he unlocked the cuffs. “Then, I guess you’re right. Damn me.”

    Creek turned to face with a heavy heart. “I love you, but I can’t be the guy in your bed when you go running off to another one.”

    Bradley shook his head as he tucked his cock into his pants. “You really didn’t hear me.”

    “I heard you say you fucked someone else,” he screamed. “Damn you.” He punched him before he knew. “Oh, my God. Brad, baby.”

    Brad rubbed his jaw and smiled tightly. “Passion, Cree, that’s what that was, and that is what I was looking for.”

    “And you found it without another man.” He pushed him back against the counter. “You bastard.” He turned to leave tears swelling in his eyes again.

    “I found it with you, boy,” he said softly.

    “But it faded.”

    “No, it just never reached its peak because you held back from me,” Bradley answered. “You kept all sweet heat from me. You your hot little panties. Damn when I saw you last night laying there, all I could think was you should be wearing crotchless briefs and I should be between your legs watching my dick disappear up your ass.”

    “I wanted you.” He said at the door hand on the doorframe. “But it’s too late.” He strode from the room and all but ran up the stairs to the room he shared with Bradley. Tears poured down his cheeks, and he sobbed now as he closed the door behind him.

    Creek went to closet blind by tears, salty and moist dampening his skin and leaving it splotchy. He yanked his suitcase from the back and carried it to the bed and tossed it down. He prayed Brad didn’t come up here. It would be even harder for him to do what he had to do. He unzipped the case and lifted the top. He went still as he saw the small jeweler’s box lying in there along with a note. Frowning, he grabbed the envelope and held. He stared at Bradley’s bold scrawl and started to throw it onto the floor, but emotion tugged at his heart.

    He opened and found a micro SD card inside with a note stuck to it. He peeled the tiny sheet away and read the small words. Please watch. He shook his head but what the hell. He may as well get all done and over with because once he left, there was no going back.

    Cree crossed the thickly carpeted floor that Bradley kept so meticulously clean-as possible anyway. He grabbed his phone from the dresser and removed the card already there and pushed the new one in. He turned on his phone and went to the file.

    “Cree, by now, you’re thinking you could care less what’s on here, but I’m glad you’re the man I knew you were. I agonized over how to get my point across, and I knew if I did the way I was going to, it would hurt you. And you’d run away before you heard the end.

    “Go to the next file.”

    He did with an eye roll. The file was a video with music and pictures of their year together. At the end was a ring and the caption read, that man I fell soul-deep in love with was you.”

    His jaw dropped. “Bradley.”

    “You know what I’ve been doing at night?”

    He whipped around. He shook his head. “Hurting me by not coming to me.”

    “You said you wanted to get married and have kids. I’ve been researching, and planning.”

    “What?”

    “I want to give everything, Cree, didn’t you hear me downstairs. I would sell my soul to make you happy. Anywhere that gay marriage is legal is where I’m moving us. I’ve sold some of my stock and looked at houses, and I’m ready to buy you a house, where ever you want to go. The real estate agent thinks she we can get a good price for this house. It’ll be the down payment on your dream house.”

    Confusion shook me hard. “What?”

    Brad walked over to him. “I met a man in a bar three weeks ago. I was upset about not getting all of you. He said to tell you how felt before it was too late.”

    “I-“

    “I wasn’t there to pick anyone up,” he cut in gently. “I was there thinking. Hell, I didn’t even drink a half a beer. I was there last night trying to talk myself out of being so damned dramatic because I knew the message could get lost.”

    “You never-you haven’t fucked anyone else?”

    “Why would I?’ he exclaimed. “I said you were holding back, I didn’t say you didn’t satisfy me. There is no reason to get substandard ass when I had premium at home.”

    More tears gathered in his eyes. “Brad.”

    “Trust is what our relationship is built on, baby. You know if I say I haven’t been with anyone it isn’t a lie. I need only you.” He held up the ring. “Will you marry me, Creek? Will you allow me the privilege of making you happy the rest of your life? Will you allow me to love, to honor and cherish you, forever?”

    Tears rolled down his cheeks. That video had said more than words ever could. He’d seen the love in Brad’s eyes in those pictures. He nodded and leaped into Brad’s arms. “I love you so much but if you ever pull another stunt like that we really will both be damned. Because I promise I will kill you.”

    Brad laughed. “I love you, Creek. You are my heart and my soul.” His lips claimed Creek’s. Softly their lips moved against each other as Creeks tears rolled onto Brad’s jaw.

    The End


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  • Capturing Greg

    Despite all that’s been said and done, I would like to think that I am not as bad as the others. Sure I’ve done some admittedly fucked up things. But nothing to deserve being treated like an animal. Bred to fuck, work out, and pass out. Bitches used to beg to fuck me and now…now I’m the cum dump.

    Spring semester, junior year was my time to fuck shit up. I was the president of my fraternity and refused by no woman. By all accounts I was a stud. Tan skin from long days as a life guard, 5’10 frame with professionally whitened teeth and a body that most women would kill to wake up next to. And for the women that didn’t well… Let’s just say that there wasn’t any that I couldn’t…persuade. If a girl came out to one of our parties and didn’t wanna put out we called her a level 1. We’d separate her from her friends, drop a mickey in her drink and do what needed to be done. In hind sight that’s how I got fucked too.

    Last weekend before summer vacation we threw a huge party. A girl…don’t really remember her name all I knew was that she was a stuck up prude who’d iced me the whole night. I slipped something special in her drink when she wasn’t looking. Like so many nights before I was going to get what I felt entitled to except that didn’t happen. She took a drink of her beer and got all woozy after a bit like they often do. As I took her to my room upstairs my boys looked away best way to plead the fifth if shit ever went down. We trotted up the stairs me half carrying her and I slung her on the bed. All of a sudden a swift knock to the head from behind got me off kilter. I turned stunned but with my arms up and ready to fight when another pair of strong arms wrapped around my neck. I clawed desperately as the girl and looked over to the girl who only moments ago was passed out on my bed, yet now was upright and blowing me a kiss. “Night night,” she said winking as I lost consciousness.

    I felt a tugging at my waistband as I stirred from unconsciousness. As the world became clearer once again I noticed two things. One: The man in front of me was tying my feet together haphazardly while the other weakly held me from behind. Two: We were in a van yet it wasn’t in motion. I assumed that we were a stop of some kind. “Shit, I can’t get this knot man!” The man trying to tie my feet together cursed in harsh tones. “Hurry the hell up! Marcos will be pissed if we aren’t back soon. We’re on a deadline.” Suddenly a burst of energy hit me in my weakened state. I knew that if I was moved from wherever the hell I was now that that would be it. I’d be fucked. Fortunately, after years of being a kicker for the football team I had the leg strength of a small pony. With a weak but stern kick to the face the first man fell backwards against the van’s walls. “The hell?” The other said surprised before I head butted him with all the strength I could muster. While the two were both momentarily confused I grabbed the handle to the van. Although whatever had been given to me had been potent enough to knock me out, I still managed to dazedly stumble out of the van with a rope hanging off of my ankle. The crunch of gravel on my bare feet pained me as I looked around searching for help. We were at a rather empty gas station from what I could tell, and It was late at night. Suddenly, the sounds of the men rushing from the back of the van interrupted my thoughts. Just as suddenly a man with a blank expression emerged from what seemed like nowhere.

    “Hlp me sir.” I slurred incoherently. “Tey tk me! Pls hlp teir gonna kll me.” I fell at the man’s feet and tugged at his pants. The man helped me to my feet and cooed “shhhhh”. As the men approached me once more, the man spoke for the first time, “How’d a doped up frat boy overtake the both of you?” He spoke with such furious indignation chills ran down my spine. “Grab his legs. Quickly before someone sees us!”

    “Noooo,” I screamed in my head which probably sounded like a garbled mess. The man applied the same dirty rag to my mouth as I kicked at the approaching men. “He’s feisty,” said one with one forefinger in my waistband. ‘Won’t make the mistake of underestimating him again.” Before I passed out I could feel the man’s breath on my neck and the two guards gruffly pick me up by my ankles. “You’re gonna be our good boy”, he said. “Don’t struggle. Shhhhhhh!” With that I blacked out once more.

    I woke up blind and confused. I felt the familiar feel of rope on every inch of my body in what I would come to recognize as being hog-tied. “HELP!” I screamed! The sound of a moving vehicle on dirt road filled my ears. I shifted around the vehicle and noticed that my clothes had been removed. The cool metal of the car felt frozen on my skin. For several minutes I screamed, anxious for someone to respond when all of a sudden an open-handed slap met my mouth. It was so painful my head hit the back of the metal van, and a metallic taste entered my mouth. A gruff voice said, “Shut up bitch you’re getting what you deserve.” I sat motionless and terrified as I realized I was not alone in the van. “I can give you anything you want,” I sniffled. “My parents have money. They can-“Another open handed slap jarred me and more blood gushed from my lip. “We’re already going to make more than enough from your pretty little ass already.” The gruff voice seemed nearer as it slapped my ass. Tears sprung to my eyes. The slap had stung and I felt my ass turn a bright shade of red. After what seemed like hours the van stopped.

    Shortly after a pair of rough hands grabbed me by my bonds and dragged me out of the van. I made out several pairs of feet slapping gravel until we entered a building. I noticed because the temperature was exponentially more air conditioned than that of the van. I was thrown on a cold tile floor in a room full of bright lights that I could see even throughout the blindfold. I whimpered softly and attempted to speak again, “Please! What am I doing here? Someone will find me. Just let me go!” Several hushed voices made incoherent sounds all around me when one booming voice silenced them all. “You are here because no gives a shit about you, and you will not be missed.” The voice said matter-of-factly.

    “That’s not true,” I croaked. I could hear the man chuckle silently. “We have men who have been here for years. No one has cared. No news reports, no posters, not shit. You are a dreg of society. A rapist and a coward, and a bitch. You will be punished as a bitch.” He spat harshly. A sharp slap to my ass made me curse aloud. “Yes his ass is perfect,” said one voice. “Fuck tank?” said another. Fuck tank? I thought. Another sharp crack to my ass was applied and two cold hands spread my cheeks apart as if I were cattle. “DON’T TOUCH ME FAGGOTS!” I screamed. Suddenly I felt my blind fold move and the same pair of rough hands in the van grab me by my wrists as well. “Homophobic too, huh? You are a piece of shit.” For the first time I could see how huge the man who seemed to be running everything was. A 6’6 black man met my squinted gaze. His arms and chest seemed to be carved out of marble and his grin told me that I was his new favorite chisel. “Look at that. Green eyes, brown hair, great body too. You stand to make us a lot of money kid. We can charge a pretty penny for him. They’ll love him.” The black man spoke to another in dark clothes with a clipboard.

    “What’s your name boy?” The man gripped my shoulder firmly. “Gr-Greg…I’m Greg,” I stammered. The man smiled momentarily before slapping me with the back side of his hand. My name is Marcos but you will refer to me as master. You will find that we have little use for names here outside of my own. From here on out you will be referred to as frat bitch. “Ju-just let me go. I’ll do whatever-” My plea was interrupted my a sharp jab to my stomach knocking the wind out of me.

    “Take him to his new home.” He said. And with that two men grabbed me like a pig on a spit, while I gasped for the breath I could not find.


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