Author: admin

  • Lust of an Incubus

     Warning: This story contains gay, homosexual content and may depict fantasy and mythological creatures differently than how they are socially portrayed. I deeply apologize if you are offended in any way by the characters or any part of the story, really, I’m sorry T-T 


      The night was clear, stars decorated the sky like diamonds, and the full moon shone beautifully on the Earth. There, in an open space of the forest, was a band of bards. The bards were in a small group, consisting of only six members that were pros at any instrument — even their vocals were amazing — with the genders evenly distributed: 3 males and 3 females. They were gathered around a campfire to fight against the chilly night. The group, however small, was just as lively as a giant band. They were all happily playing their instruments and telling stories, however, their night of fun was about to come to an end.

      “The brave knight stood valiantly in front of the monster,” one male bard was in the midst of story telling, “he stared at the viscous eyes of the creature and shouted at him, ‘Creature of the dark, your reign of tyranny has come to an end! Now die! Die on my blade and may the souls of those departed by you live in piece!’ He charged at the monster but, as expected, the beast had fight in him! The two clashed, no side gaining the advantage, until the creature leaped out at the knight and the knight ducked, finding the weak point of the beast, and drove his sword through his heart. The beast let out a cry like, Awooooooo!”

      “Kya! What was that!?” One of the female bards jumped and looked frantically in every direction.

      “My dear, that was me imitating the cry of the beast!” The story teller chuckled.

      “No, that sounded too real to be you,” she looked frantically again.

      “Heh, that means my imitation skills are pretty amazing if they sound that realistic!” He and the other bards laughed. 

      “You all can laugh, but I know what I heard,” she gave them all a hard stare before extinguishing the fire, “Goodnight!” She said sternly.

      The rest of the bards groaned, “What a party pooper,” “She must be dillusional,” “My imitation was pretty good right?” “Very convincing!” “Anyways, since the fire’s out, might as well sleep, good night!” Everyone slept on the moist soil, sacks and satchels used as pillows.

      The male bard awoke as he felt his hands fall in something that was warm and wet. Checking it, he gasped in fear, next to him was the body of the “dillusional” female bard, lying in a pool of her own blood. He examined the body and saw her body was badly mutilated, as if something dug for her intestines. 

      “U-uh, s-sir?” A quivering voice spoke to him. He turned to see the rest of the bards huddled together, distant from him. They wore fear on their faces as their bodies trembled. 

      “What’s…wrong with you guys?” He asked softly and slowly, with a hint of fear in his voice. One of the female bards pointed at him, knowing what was causing all the terror was behind him. He slowly turned, fearing what he might see, but all he saw was a blurred image as scream mixed with the chilly air.


      His eyes swung open with a jolt, waking up from a bad dream. The incubus got up and placed his face in one hand, and another rested on a tree for support, trying hard to remove the image of the horrors in his dream. He heard a rustling sound as he looked and saw the naked knight toss around the make shift bed of clothes in his sleep. Kevin smiled, and the thought seemed to magically leave his mind. “Why is he so cute in his sleep?” 

      As if he overheard his question, Arthur’s eyes slowly opened and a cuter smile fell on his face, “Well, good morning Kevin,” he said groggily, yet still a hint of happiness.

      “Good morning to YOU,” Kevin pointed at Arthur’s morning wood, “seems you slept well!” He chuckled.

      Arthur looked down at his erections and playfully despaired, “Oh no! My member seems to be uncomfortable. Is there anyway someone can help?” He smiled at Kevin.

      Kevin took the hint and moved closer to Arthur, and his wood. “Hmm, nothing that I can’t fix!” He said playfully, as he dove down and swallowed Arthur’s dick whole. 

      “Ungh, fuck…” Arthur moaned as he propped his head up with one hand, and guided Kevin’s head up and down his cock with the other. “You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much,” he commented after seeing Kevin’s raging boner — however, Arthur learned about the permanent erections of incubi. “Hgnh!” He exhaled sharply as Kevin continued to slurp his dick and used his tounge to play with the tip of his member’s head. “Aww fuck yeah! You like that cock in your mouth, don’t ya?”

      “Mhmm,” Kevin muffled though his dick sucking. He then proceeded to finger Arthur’s wet hole.

      “Ah, shit!” Arthur groaned at the arrival of the fingers in his ass, and he spilled some precum out his member. Kevin began to lick up the salty juice oozing from Arthur and continued to engulf his dick, tounge swirling all around the meat in his mouth. “Damn, this feels great!” Arthur moaned even louder and more sexually. The action was getting Kevin so hot, he began to violated his own ass with his tail. Arthur looked at the scene, “Shit Kevin, that’s hot!” He forced Kevin to suck his dick harder and faster by pushing and pulling his head up and down his dick. 

      “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” Arthur yelled. Kevin took this chance and shoved his whole fist into Arthur’s ass, “Fuck!” Arthur forced Kevin to swallow his whole dick and kept it there as he shot his load down Kevin’s throat. “OH MY GOD! FUUUUUCK!” Arthur cried out as he came. 

      He released Kevin as he swallowed his entire load. “Damn Kevin, you incubi know how to swallow loads too!” Kevin just smiled as he took his fist out of Arthur’s hole and used both his hand to jack himself off, his tail also continued to fuck his ass harder and deeper.

      “Fuck, I’m close!” Kevin exclaimed as he positioned himself over Arthur’s dick, facing him. 

      “Aw yeah babe! Shoot your load on me!” Arthur’s words seemed to have done the trick as Kevin roared, shooting his monster load onto Arthur’s face and body. Arthur began to lick his mouth to get the cum he could reach with his tounge, and then swallowed all the cum he gathered on his face with his hands. Kevin decided to help Arthur out by slurping up all the cum that landed onto Arthur’s giant pecs and washboard abs. He gulped it down and Arthur remarked, “Shit, seeing a guy swallow his own cum is fucking hot,” They laughed as the two came in closer to share a loving kiss.


      They reached the outskirts of Astraia, a village with a bustling market place. “Okay Arthur, here’s the plan. You get in that market place and buy the biggest cloak you can find, then come back and meet me here,” Kevin instructed.

      “But why do I have to buy clothes for you? I rather travel and see you naked all the time!” Arthur complained.

      “Well, I need a disguise in order to roam the world. I can only retain a human form, not magically put on a pair of clothes!” Kevin replied, in his human form.

      “Aw, but I like your wings, and your tail, and your cute little horns,” Arthur objected, “But I guess you’re right, other people would feel uncomfortable if they saw you walking around bare skinned. Alright, I’ll get going,” Arthur headed off to the gates of the village, wearing his armor but holding his helmet close to his hips.


      He entered the busy market place as people frantically walked around, buying goods before they were gone. The smell of delicious cooking meat was in the air, and his belly rumbled. He followed the scent and found himself in front of a pub. Deciding with his stomach, he walked into the place and found lots of people chatting and eating. He made his way to the bar and called up the bartender, a bald man with a mustache and muscles that looked like his shirt would rip at any second. “Hey, can I get an order of beef please? Oh, and do you sell any large cloaks?” 

      “Yes and yes! Beef up chef!” He turned and yelled at the kitchen. “Now what’s a stud knight like you doing here?”

      “Oh, nothing much. Just happened to pass by,” the bartender bent down and pulled out a giant cloak from behind the bar, “Thanks! That’ll do just fine!” Arthur held the cloak and turned his head, something caught his attention. “Ay, what’s with him?” He nodded at a man with messy, shoulder length hair in ripped clothes that still hid his cock, but revealed an amazing sculpted body. He was spazzing and muttering to himself.

      “Ah, him? He’s just nuts! He came in here crying over the death of his friends. Said they all got killed by some creature in the forest last night. I highly doubt it will live through tomorrow though, this village is home to a very experienced knight corps, and they are going to send a patrol to kill the monster tonight,” the bartender explained, “Anyways, here’s your beef!” He laid a plate of delicious smelling beef in front of Arthur. 

      He sniffed the aroma and grabbed his utensils, “Thank you for the food!” As he stabbed the beef, he turned back at the tattered man and jumped as he came face to face with him.

      “Kill it, before it kills you,” he said in a grave voice before walking back to his table, muttering and shaking.


      After finishing his meal, Arthur went back to Kevin and brought him the cloak. “Wow! Surprised they had one my size,” Kevin commented as he wrapped the cloak over himself and hid his body behind it. 

      “Yeah…hey, in the pub, I met a weird man. He looked very unstable, but the bartender told me that he witnessed his friend being killed by a monster in the woods,” Arthur explained.

      “These woods?” Kevin looked back and his eyes shot open, “I don’t think we should sell his story short. I can definitely feel an ominous presence in these woods. We should get going!”

      “Wait!” Arthur tugged on Kevin’s cloak, “He also told me that a patrol of knights was going to confront the monster tonight. Maybe we should help, I feel that the patrol won’t be enough. Anyways, the crazy guy also told me ‘Kill it, before it kills you,’ so it must be high class monster,”

      “Hmm…you’re right. A patrol of knights won’t even stand close to this monster. Look, I think that’s them!” Kevin pointed at a group of around 10 men plated in silver armor.

      “What should we do? Should we try to stop them?” Arthur asked, troubled.

      “No, we’ll follow them. Most likely, they will lead us to the monster,” Kevin answered.


      The moon was high up in the sky. The patrol they followed was sleeping on the dirt space in the woods, while Kevin and Arthur camped on trees above them.

      “You sure the guy wasn’t crazy?” Arthur whispered.

      “I don’t think so, I felt an ominous feeling earlier so the monster may still be here,” Kevin whispered back.

      “Hmph, maybe your senses are a little off,” Arthur said to himself. Suddenly, there was a sound of twigs snapping, and the two jolted on their branches. Following that up was a loud howl that woke up a few of the soldiers. Kevin and Arthur looked on silently as the soldier cautiously got up, one by one, huddled tightly together, weapons in hand. Then, out from the shadows of the trees, a figure darted out and attacked the soldiers. It had a muscled body that was extremely attractive, pointy ears like a wolf, shirt silver hair, and relatively smooth skin, aside from its hairy forearms and legs that had sharp claws coming out of it. And it was definitely male since a pair of nice big balls dangled from his pelvis, as well as a big erect cock — about 10 1/2″ in length. The two in the tree exchanged looks of fear.

      “You’ve got to be kidding me, the monster in these woods is one of the highest rank of monsters, a werewolf!?” Arthur exclaimed over the voice of screaming men.

      The werewolf continued his assult as the men lay unmoving on the ground, aside from one lone survivor. He stood, shaking in fear as the wolf came closer and closer to him, and just as the wolf was about to strike, Kevin dashed out from his hiding spot and charged at the werewolf. A little late, since the soldier fell to the ground already. The wolf growled in anger and started to strike at Kevin, who tried to dodge, but his cloak would get ripped and torn. So he jumped back and reverted to his incubus form, his horns, wings, and tail tearing the cloak off him. “Alright big boy! Time to get serious!” He charged at him once again, this time, nails extended and lashing out. However, the werewolf kept dodging and tried to get a few hit in.

       On the side, Arthur was checking up on all the soldiers. He made sure to check if any were still alive. As he placed his fingers to check their pulse, he found something unusual. “Weird, they are all still alive, and no blood was spilled,” he checked the bodies and found their armor to be torn at the waist, revealing their dick and butts. “Hmm…wait a minute,” Arthur rushed to the fight.

       Kevin kept attacking but to no avail, he could not make contact with the swift werewolf. But what bothered him was that the wolf was drooling during the fight, as if he was enjoying something. “Kevin! The werewolf really means no harm to guys, he’s gay and just wants some sex!” Arthur shouted.

      Kevin stared at the werewolf, “Is that true?” He then looked at himself and back at the drooling face of his opponent. “That would explain a couple thing!”

      The werewolf hung his head down, “Yes,” he replied in a gruff voice, “It’s true. I just wanted to fuck some guys, and that group there looked like a good bet, but then you came along. Honestly, I think I hit the jackpot!”

      Kevin took his chance and knocked the werewolf onto the ground, staring deep into his eyes and charming him like he did to Arthur. “Now then, wolf, you will get the fucking you want!” Kevin shouted, with authority.

      “Oh boy!” The werewolf hung his drooling tounge out and breathed quickly as he wagged his fluffy tail in excitement. “No need to be gentle!”

       “Oh I don’t plan to be, now then, suck my dick,” Kevin ordered. With an eager mouth, the werewolf easily engulfed the head of his penis and made his way down the entire length of it, gagging and struggling as he tried to get the last half of it. “Mmm…fuck! You really are horny, taking in half my dick already!” Kevin moaned, “Let me help you with the rest!” He grabbed the werewolf’s head from behind and rammed his dick down the back of his throat and began to face fuck him. “Aww, fuck! You are one slutty bitch! Oh shit! Mmm…fuck yeah!” Kevin moaned loudly as he continued to fuck the werewolf deep in his throat.

      Arthur came up to the scene, stripping as he did. “I want in on this!” He was completely naked and revealed his studly body, along with his hard dick.

      “Alright then, wolfie, get on all fours and let Arthur here fuck your ass!” The werewolf complied, with only muffles from enjoying Kevin’s dick down his throat. 

      Arthur came up from behind, held the werewolf tightly from the hips, and slammed his dick into his ass. The werewolf mad a muffled yelp. But continued to take in the intense face and ass fucking at the same time. “Fuck! This bitch’s hole is so tight!” Arthur groaned as he pound the wolf’s ass aggressively. “I bet you’re enjoying this alot!”

      A muffled sound came from the werewolf, “Ugh!” Kevin moaned, “I think he’s saying yes,” Kevin grabbed onto the werewolf’s hair and fucked his throat harder and deeper. 

      The threesome continued for a while, moans and groans becoming more louder and sexual, fucking became more intense, and soon, the threesome was about to blow. 

      “Hrrrgh! Ughhhh!” Arthur’s breathing became more rapid, “Shit, I’m gonna shoot in your ass!” And he let out a series of shouts, indicating his climax. 

       “Fuck, that was awesome, Arthur!” Kevin panted. “You,” ordering the werewolf and taking out his dick from his mouth, “lie on your back so you can fuck Arthur! Don’t worry, I’ll give you back my dick too, just not in the mouth,” The werewolf was excited and happily turned over on his back. Arthur hopped on his dick and rode it up and down its whole length with his tight ass, while Kevin moved to the werewolf’s anus and shoved his dick hard in the beast’s ass. The werewolf let out a howl of pain and pleasure, while he had his cock ridden hard by a tight ass and his loosened ass took in a bigger cock that  brought him to state of full ecstasy.

      “Damn,” the werewolf huffed, “You guys are amazing! I never had a fucking this great!” 

      “Urgh!” Kevin groaned, while drilling his ass deep and hard, “We’re having a blast too, right Arthur?” 

       “Oh fuck yeah! This is the best threesome I ever had!” The three hunks continued to groan, moan, and fuck as their climaxes built up. “Ah shit! I’m gonna cum again!”

      “Me too! FUUUUCK!” The werewolf said back, while pumping his dick in and out of Arthur’s ass.

       “Same here guys! FUUUUUUUCKING SHIT! I’m gonna blow!” Kevin roared as he fucked the werewolf’s hole harder and faster.

      “Shit, here it comes!” They all yelled, and as they came together, they all let out sexual roars along with their cum. The werewolf, dumped his load into Arthur’s tight ass, Kevin pumped all his cum inside the werewolf — definitely and literally filling him with cum — and Arthur shot all over the werewolf’s smooth chest and abs. Arthur, being the cum slut he was, immediately gathered all the cum splattered on his chest and abs, and kissed the werewolf. “Mmm…” They shared the passionate kiss, and the sweet taste of Arthur down their throats. 

      Kevin took out his cum covered cock from the werewolf’s hole and brought it between the two. “Can you guys help clean me off?” The two exchanged smiles and worked their mouths and tounge down Kevin’s monster until it was cum free.


      “So what are we gonna do about them? More importantly, him?” Arthur asked Kevin, pointing to the group and the werewolf as he put on the last pieces of his armor.

       “Don’t worry, I worked up a bit if a spell on them. They won’t remember anything that happened. As for you,” Kevin spoke directly at the werewolf, “You can…just go do whatever you want!” 

      “Really!? If that’s the case, I wanna go with you guys! You’re really fun!” He wagged his tail happily.

      “Um, I’m not entirely sure th-” Kevin started.

      “That’s great! You should come join us on our adventure!” Arthur interrupted. “The more the merrier! What do you say, Kevin?” He flashed his cute smile of his.

      Kevin hesitated for a moment, but lost to Arthur’s smile. “Fine, come join us if you want,”

      “Yay!” The other two cheered.

       “But we need to know your name, unless you prefer wolfie,” Kevin stated.

      “Wolfie’s fine, but my real name Lycano” he replied.

      “Lycano…Lyca…LYCO!!!” Arthur piped up, “How about we call you Lyco, it’s shorter and easier to remember!”

      “Fine by me!” Lyco said.

      “Alright then, Lyco, glad to have you with us! Now let’s go before these guys wake up. My sleeping spell is about to break!” 


      So the group grows bigger with the addition of Lyco. What will happen next for the group as they find more action, sex, and a bunch of other stuff?

    TO BE CONTINUED!!!

    P.S. I’m extremely sorry about the length of my stories, and apologize if it bores you. I’ll try my best with the newer episodes though^^

  • A Sharp-ish Sword

    This is a prequel to the main story of A Sharp Sword. Here, we follow Liam almost a decade before he was the man he is now, before he was ever a lord at all.

    Liam the Waiter

    The sun was now just hidden behind the roof of the neighbor’s house. When that was the case, at this time of year, it meant that it was about 6 PM and that Liam’s shift at the local bar was about to begin.

    The bar was only a few minutes away and being a waiter there brought Liam more money than any other job he or his friend ever had. Actually, he was probably making more than his parents made together. When you think about it, waiter at the Dove Bar was probably one of the best jobs of the lower city. Sure Liam was cute but he was also young, too young to be taken seriously as a waiter for the drunken poor people of the lower city. But Liam’s father, an eternal drunk himself, owed a lot of money to the bar and since he was friend with owner, he arranged for his son to pay out the debt by working there. Liam did a few little jobs for old Bobd, the owner, and since he worked hard and managed to get along with the clients, Bobd allowed him to stay as a real employee after his father’s debt was paid. Bobd was an old man in his sixties. According to everyone, he was a loner but sometime years ago, he fell in love with a girl half his age. He married her and they had a kid named Bast. The woman eventually left Bobd without any goodbyes and left him with a grumpy behavior and their son.

    If Liam was only a boy, Bast was now a man. Although a young man at 20 years old. Bast was an inch taller than Liam and his hair was shorter and a darker brown. Both guys were lithe but Bast had finely developed muscles on his skinny body. You could see the curve of his small biceps even under his long sleeves and his nice pecs bulging underneath the shirt. Bast also came back one day with a tattoo on his right forearm. Nothing extravagant, only a few long feathers, meant to represent his father’s establishment: The Dove Bar. Although Bast would be considered attractive even with a bag on his head, his best feature (at least in Liam’s eyes) was his face. Deep dark blue eyes, with a striking gaze. A sharp nose, hairless cheeks on a masculine jaw and mean, kissable lips that could turn in a heart melting weapon when he smiled.

    Bast’s job at the bar was to be his charming self and thus bring in customers. He would spend his day wandering around the city, meeting, inviting people over and when the night came, he would party with them. For all of Bast’s appeal, Liam could not deny he had a little crush on him. However, he made point to tame that crush to a minimum since he couldn’t get rid of it. It is not that the two guys didn’t get along. They didn’t interact with each other often but when they did Bast was nice and they would trade jokes and banalities. The reason why Liam refrained his infatuation was that even though Bast was nice, nothing suggested he was remotely interested in the young man. Also, Liam had no proof his crush even liked boys, if anything, it was unlikely. More than once, Liam saw Bast take drunken girls upstairs, where he lives with his father. Liam could imagine them just chatting and playing innocent games if it wasn’t for the loud screams of love making each girl would make. Liam would be closing the empty bar and having to suffer the ruckus of women orgasms. Liam was a virgin, nothing surprising at his age, but he thought it was still incredible how Bast could trigger such powerful reaction from all the women he brought to his room. Sure enough, the owner’s son also brought male friends to his room, but since Liam never heard anything from them, they probably only slept there.

    That day, Liam was quite surprised when he entered the bar. The Dove Bar was packed full of people. Immediately, he was called at the bar by Bobd himself who was pouring beer in mugs.

    “Over here Liam the Late!”

    “I’m not late! But why is there so many people?”

    “Who knows but I intend to make the most out of it!”

    “Are you saying you are actually gonna work in your bar?”

    “Stop being so insolent child! …But it’s true I’m not quite familiar with where the stuff is… You give a hand to Anna at the bar and I will handle the tables.”

    Liam was glad. Anna usually never needed help at the bar and Liam would only wait on tables. But he loved the bar much more. You don’t need to smile as much there. Actually, people need to smile at you. And you also make MUCH more money.

    “Hi, Anna! I’m supposed to help you. What do you want me to do?”

    “I’m swamped here and I don’t want you in my way. How about you take care of a third of the bar and you’re in charge of restocking the bottles as we empty them. Ok sweetheart?”

    “Works for me!”

    Liam probably wouldn’t have been able to handle half of the bar on his own anyway, with this much customers. He was mixing a drink for a red haired girl when Bast appeared suddenly and jumped behind the bar, next to Liam.

    “Liam! Where can hide? Quick!”

    Liam was busy and a bit confused by the request but Bast’s eyes were very serious. Liam took Bast by the wrist and brought him to the small room where they stocked extra bottles of liquor. The room was small, about 6 feet by 6 feet, with shelves full of bottles. It was located at the end of the bar so no customer could go there without getting behind the bar.

    “What’s wrong?”

    Bast took a look outside the room and closed the door. The two guys were now alone in the small room.

    “There is a woman that came in, just now. She has long black hair and a fancy blue dress. She can’t see me here. She can’t know I have anything to do with this bar.”

    “Why?”

    “I eh… I met her here a few days ago… and I… slept with her.”

    “So… from what I usually here coming from your room, she must have been happy about that!”

    Bast seemed taken aback. He almost looked shy or embarrassed. Liam was about to say something to make him feel better but the man came back to subject.

    “You don’t understand. She’s a… a… I don’t remember it but she has a title, something li-“

    “A title! You mean she’s a lady!?”

    “Yes… I had never met one so I was intrigued. We went back to her place ’cause I wanted to see a castle…”

    “And?”

    “Well, it wasn’t a castle. It was a really big house though, and real fancy.”

    “I mean what happened!?”

    “Well, she was really into me. She kept saying stuff she wanted to do with me, making plans… and I guess I led her on, a lot…”

    “And if she’s pissed she can use her wealth and power to destroy the bar. Hell, someone with a title could probably destroy the whole lower city!”

    “Yeah… that’s why I’m hiding.”

    With a well deserved sigh of exasperation, Liam walked out of the room.

    The lady was now waiting at the bar, in Liam’s section. On a night like this, Liam would only have to stand behind the bar to receive a dozen orders but he wanted to handle this one with care so he went to her.

    “What can I get you, miss?”

    “A glass of white Karoff.”

    “I’m afraid we don’t have anything that fancy here… can I get you Marossk instead?”

    “I suppose…”

    “There you go.”

    “I have a question for you, sir”

    “Haha I’m no sir but you can ask anyway!”

    “Have you seen a young man with a tattoo of feathers on his right arm?”

    “Feathers hunh… That’s the only thing the local tattoo artist can draw decently. I’m sure you could find a dozen of them here tonight.”

    The lie was sketchy but Liam had come up with it quite fast, so he hoped it would stick.

    “Really? I haven’t seen one yet. Also, the name of the bar is The Dove Bar so I thought there might be a connection there, since I also met him here last time?”

    She asked it like a question but there was only burning accusation behind her eyes. Liam tried to change the subject while selling beers to other customers.

    “Last time? So you’re looking for a friend!”

    “I really wouldn’t say that, no.”

    “Well… there is a Raven Bar in the middle city, if you’re on quest for bird named bars.”

    “Actually I think I will stay here for the night. Unless you are trying to get rid of me?”

    “Of course not, milady. I prefer your sophistication to my regular’s rowdiness!”

    If she acted like she was on to something, Liam’s most convincing smile seemed to make her doubt it. Not enough however because she stayed seated, scanning the room. Liam kept serving others but he was also worried Bast might come out and ruin everything, so he went back to the room.

    Bast was sitting on the floor, his arms around his knees like a child, but he rose the second he saw Liam.

    “She gone?”

    “Nope. She sat at the bar and she wants to stay…”

    “Are you saying I have to stay here!? We are hours away from closing time!”

    “I know but she’s clearly mad and looking for you. Maybe I could try a distraction and you get out…”

    “Never mind. It’s not worth the risk…”

    Bast sank back to the floor with a desperate expression on his face.

    “You got her pregnant. That’s why she’s here.”

    “WHAT!?”

    The tattooed guy almost knocked over a shelf when he jumped to his feet. Liam had planned to hold the prank longer but he couldn’t help but laugh at the handsome boy’s expression.

    “I’m kidding! She has a blood ring, didn’t you notice?”

    Bast was dumbfounded.

    “A what?”

    “A blood ring. A golden ring with a red stone. Girls wear them not to fall pregnant.”

    “Oh…”

    “How can you have sex with so many women and not know that?”

    “Well… we don’t all have a smart mother who works in the upper city.”

    “How do you know my mother works in the upper city?”

    “Is it a secret? I just heard about it I guess…”

    Liam didn’t think Bast had really noticed him, so he was nicely surprised to learn that the older boy knew things about him.

    “Anyway, maybe females are just too complex for you!”

    “Ha… ha… ha…”

    “Hahaha”

    Liam took two bottles and exited the room but this time he left Bast with a smile on his pretty face. Back at the bar, the inexplicable frenzy was still going strong. Liam poured more beer in an hour than he usually does in a whole night. The angry lady was still seated and glaring at the room. However, the more drinks she ingested the more her vigilance suffered. Liam though that maybe it would be easy now to sneak Bast out of his cellar but then again, it was still a risk and Liam also liked to have the young man to himself. Missing that face a little bit, Liam went to the room for a barely necessary restock.

    “Hey!”

    “Heeeeey! My favorite waiter!”

    “Geez, are you drunk?”

    Bast proudly showed him a half empty bottle of strong liquor.

    “I see you found a way to amuse yourself.”

    “Not really… It’s no fun drinking alone. Sit with me.”

    Bast tugged on Liam’s shirt. Liam was flushed by his handsome senior’s neediness. Although, at that point, Bast would probably be glad to have even a rat to talk to.

    “I can’t. I need to go back to the bar, it’s a busy night. You should want me to go back, it will be your bar one day.”

    “Yes, yes. I am always impressed at how responsible and smart you are for someone so young.”

    “Thanks. It’s because I don’t intend to spend my life living like most habitants of the lower city. And neither should you. You have the luck to have a father with one of the rare successful businesses around here. You’re charismatic and you work harder than what you let others think. You could make something of yourself.”

    “…Thanks Liam. Marry me”

    They both exploded in laughter.

    “All right, see you later.”

    “Yes, stop slacking off!”

    And Bast slapped Liam on the ass. Liam blushed and was glad Bast couldn’t notice as he was leaving.

    Little by little, the crowd seem to dissipate. Anna kept looking at the clock. She had two young children at home and the neighbor who watched them while she was gone hated when she was late. On a usual night, the bar is closed at this hour and Liam and Anna are almost done with the closing. Today though, people were still seated at most tables and liquor was still being served. Bobd noticed Anna’s fidgeting and called the “last call”. Luckily, the angry lady finally realised she wouldn’t find her tattooed man here tonight, so she left. Liam wiped his brow with relief and headed for the room were the tattooed man was. He expected to find Bast even drunker but he wasn’t expecting this. The bottle he had been drinking was completely empty and for some reason he had removed his shirt. His bare chest made the young Liam blush scarlet. Bast was smooth all over. He had small and muscled pecs with sexy strawberry colored nipples. His abs were not super visible but his stomach was hard and lean. His biceps were timid but still boner-inducing.

    “What happened here?”

    “I was too hot…and I spilled a bit of liquor on my shirt.”

    It’s true it was hot in the room but it didn’t explain why his pants were unbuttoned too. Nothing was visible aside from more skin but when the drunk man rose to his feet, his pants were pulled down a bit, revealing short brown pubic hair. Liam nudged at the other man’s crotch.

    “Did you also found a new way to pass time?”

    “Hey! You left me alone a long time.”

    Bast fumbled at his pants and managed to close them.

    “We closed and she’s gone.”

    “Finally! Now we can leave this room!”

    Bast made a few wobbly steps and half fell on Liam, who held him up. Liam didn’t even have time to process that he was basically hugging his half-naked crush before Bast made it even more awkward.

    “Maybe the two of us can go back to my room. You were very helpful tonight, maybe you can be again, upstairs.”

    While saying that, Bast pulled at Liam’s shirt, unbuttoning a button and popping two of them. His other hand was sloppily patting Liam’s young butt and the older boy ended his proposition with a kiss. Liam turned away and shook off the hand on his behind.

    “You’re drunk.”

    “What!? Oh, c’mon! We could still-“

    “Stop it! You can barely stand. I seriously doubt you could give me anything worth it upstairs and unlike you I would still remember it tomorrow.”

    Liam’s tone was cold and as solid as his arguments so Bast allowed himself to be guided out of the room without more groping. They were halfway across the bar when Bobd saw them.

    “What in the world happened to him?”

    Bast only mumbled intelligible stuff.

    “Seriously… sometimes I wonder if he gets himself in that state just to escape closing! Give him to me lad.”

    Bobd was a large man so he was able to manoeuvre his son with much more ease.

    “I’m gonna throw him in a cold bath and give him some coffee. I’ll be back to help with cleaning, after.”

    “It’s okay. I can handle it with Anna.”

    “She left; she had to take care of her kids. I’ll be back.”

    Bobd disappeared in the stairs with his handsomely drunk son and came back a few minutes later, as promised. They washed tables and found mugs and glasses everywhere. Liam’s eyes wanted to close and he had to force himself to stay up.

    “Bobd. You should go to bed. I’ll handle the rest of the tables and I’ll come back early tomorrow to do everything else.”

    Bobd looked at the incredibly messy bar and sighed.

    “Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea. Good night.”

    “Good night.”

    With the end of his shift so close, Liam found enough energy to clean the minimum and then walked out of the Dove Bar.

    The night was dark and almost cold. He just closed the door when he was surprised by someone.

    “Liam.”

    Bast was leaning against the outside wall. Judging by his voice and ability to stand on his own, he had sobered up. He walked to Liam and his face was serious even if it was hard to see in the darkness.

    “I’m sorry I was… inappropriate. I was really drunk and you did well to put me in my place.”

    “Okay…”

    Liam was only half-glad for the apology. Some part of him still thought he should’ve taken the opportunity when it was there. Bast put his hand on Liam’s shoulder.

    “But I’m glad you were there tonight. I really think you’re a cool guy.”

    Bast leaned in and pressed his lips against Liam’s. Liam closed his eyes and felt his heart flutter.

    “Bast…”

    “I get it Liam… but I just want to have more fun with you, and I think you do too.”

    This time the older boy didn’t just bring his lips. He took Liam’s face in his hands and made their tongues meet. It was Liam’s first real kiss. He could taste coffee and a hint of spicy liquor. But above all, it was the warmth that seemed to flow from his mouth to the rest of his body. Liam wrapped his arms around Bast’s neck and in turn the other wrapped them around Liam’s waist. They made out slowly and meaningfully for a while before Bast pulled away just enough to speak.

    “Should we go to my room now?”

    “I’ve never done this before…”

    Liam didn’t know why he said it but it made him furious with himself. Perhaps some part of him was afraid he couldn’t fake experience when needed too.

    “I assumed. I’ll be careful with you.”

    “Okay”

    Bast took him by the hand and they went back in the bar. Inside they scaled the stairs two by two and snuck into the owner’s son’s room. Bast nudged Liam toward the bed and so he laid on it. When he turned on his back to look at Bast, the older boy was removing his shirt. Liam did the same and Bast joined him on the bed. As soon as they started kissing again, the tattooed guy started to slowly unbutton Liam’s pants. Liam breath grew short and he tried to relax. He did so by focusing on Bast, instead of himself. He ran his hands over his back, he shyly squeezed his butt, he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, making their bare chest touch and heave with desire. Before he knew it, Bast was removing his loose pants, making Liam completely naked. Liam didn’t even have time to be shy about it because his attention went to the other man who was now removing his own pants. His tights were firm and barely haired. His stomach formed a “V” shape that brought attention to his crotch. Short brown stubble crowned his genitals. His balls were as smooth as the rest of his body and his penis was half-hard and already long. Liam was surprised at the length of it but mostly glad it didn’t seem too thick. When Bast laid on top of Liam, the contact of their privates and the rest of their young and smooth bodies made their penises fully erect. The couple made out for several minutes. They rolled everywhere in the bed, sometimes Liam was on top, sometimes it was Bast but either way, they couldn’t let go of each other. Liam was now lying on his back with his legs spread apart and his crush between them. While kissing the young waiter, Bast touched his anus. Whether it was reflexes or stress, Liam’s hole was shut tight. The older man kept massaging with caution but chose another method to relax his partner. Bast began to kiss and lick Liam’s neck to great reaction. It was like hundreds of pleasure filled lightning bolts were shocking him. Liam couldn’t hold his moans and had to let out louder approving sounds when his tattooed man pinched an earlobe between his lips. It was like Bast was trying to maul Liam’s neck and devour his ear but the young man had never felt something so good in his entire life. Liam was out of breath and his head was spinning when the other started to make his way down. Bast took Liam’s young and large member in his mouth and sucked on it slowly. Liam was in heaven. Warmth was enveloping him, his senses dulled only to give his penis more sensations. Bast gobbled his balls and after making them slick and sucked, he went back to Liam’s penis. Liam watched his penis disappear completely in his handsome crush’s throat. Bast began to suck more vigorously and Liam had to tell him to stop or he would cum already. With a big smile on his face, Bast went even further down. He pushed on Liam’s legs to prop his ass higher and buried his face in it. Liam gasped and grasped the sheets in his fists. Bast’s tongue was rimming his hole and soon enough, was poking inside it to Liam’s indescribable pleasure. Bast could be confused with a hungry animal who found a feast and Liam was glad to be this delicious but it was starting to be almost frustrating. His hole was hungry too and he had dreamed about it for too long.

    “Fuck me, Bast. Fuck me.”

    Grinning, Bast stood on his knees and pulled Liam’s ass closer in a quick motion. He grabbed his long shaft, pressed the head against the anus and waited for it to open up. When he was a few inches in, he repositioned himself and carefully drove to rest of it inside. Liam was surprise he wasn’t in pain. The sensation was definitely weird and perhaps uncomfortable, but not painful. Completely in and satisfied with his position, Bast leaned on his elbow and brought back their chest and mouth together. The tattooed guy cautiously fucked his partner and the feeling was so new that Liam had a hard time deciding if he liked it or not. He felt his insides get used to the motions and Bast must have felt it too because he picked up the intensity of his fucking. If Bast’s dick was sliding in and out at the same pace, his kissing slowed down. He took Liam’s wrists and brought them far above his head. The submissive position made Liam feel vulnerable and the penis sliding inside him felt better. Bast caressed and kissed Liam’s arm as he went back to his elbows. Then, he started to molest the young man’s vulnerable neck and ears with his tongue. If it was more than enough to bring pleasure back to Liam, he also changed the motions of his love-making. The pace of his dick was now completely irregular but above all he continuously changed the angles of his penetration. It was like a hot and nimble snake was caressing his rectum. The constant surges of unexpected bliss were chipping away at Liam’s sanity, leaving only pleasure and desire. Liam couldn’t find enough skin to caress. He wove his fingers through Bast hair, fondled the muscles of his arms and ran his hands over his back all the way to his ass. Liam was now firmly holding on to his lovers behind. Bast’s buttocks were contracting and releasing under his hands has he shoved into Liam. They heaved up and down and danced around as the tattooed partner made sure to hit every angle of his partner’s insides. Without warning Liam felt the lust rise inside him like a geyser. He held on even tighter to his lover’s ass and as his toes curled up under the overwhelming feeling, Liam came in loud groan. His moaning of satisfaction was soon joined by Bast’s rising loudness. The older boy was pounding harder and faster into Liam’s clamping anus. Liam felt the warm cream inside him before he heard his partner screaming in relief. As soon as he finished ejaculating, Bast wrapped Liam in a bone crushing embrace and they exchanged wet and amorous kisses. Liam remembers the kisses slowing down but also that they never let go of each other and finally they must have fell asleep because the next morning he woke up in Bast’s arms without really knowing when they decided to sleep. Exhaustion from the night’s work must have caught up with them as soon as their tumbling was done.

    The next morning, Liam got out of bed without waking up Bast. He snuck downstairs and began to finish the cleaning of the bar. He was still sleepy and worked slowly until he heard footsteps from upstairs. Suddenly he realised he wasn’t ready to see Bast again. What did it mean for them now? They did not really have a relationship to begin with and Bast was clear when he said he was seeking fun? Still, unsure of how he was supposed to act, Liam cleaned the most obvious messes and left the bar at lightning speed. When he finally got home, he took a towel, fresh water and quickly washed himself. Then, he crashed into his bed and couldn’t help falling asleep with a raging hard on as he remembered his first time.

    Moring and afternoon came and went and Liam only slept through them. He woke just in time to jump in clean clothes and run to the bar for his other shift. When he got there, he was glad to find the place in a much more manageable calm. He didn’t want to, but he immediately scanned the room for his handsome first lover. He found him in a corner of the bar, with a bunch of other people. Some trashy girl across his lap. The scene was far from unusual but less than a day after he was the one with have Bast to himself, it bothered him. He went over to their tables and took their orders. The feather tattoo guy gave him a common smile, with no sign of complicity, as he ordered the same liquor he had drank yesterday. Liam took more orders across the bar and brought them to Anna. As the barmaid prepared the drinks, Liam had some time to think. If they were going to act like nothing happened, he would be fine with it. There was nothing shameful about it and it didn’t mean they wouldn’t do it again someday. If anything it would make it easier to do it again someday. Now comfortable with the situation, Liam brought the gang their orders. He exchanged the cups and mugs against coins and coppers. Most of Bast’s friend under tipped him or not at all. People who “hanged out” with the owner’s son usually had that attitude but without suprises, it stinged a little bit that day. Trying to tell himself there was nothing to be mad about, Liam headed for the little cellar to refill the bar and vent in private. As soon as he opened the door he was shoved unceremoniously inside. He was about to give whoever it was a piece of his mind but when he turned around, Bast’s mischievous smile melted his anger.

    “I like how we’re acting like strangers.”

    “Is it any different than what we usually do?”

    “Hmpf, I guess you’re right. Nothing has changed.”

    Grinning, Bast dropped to his knees and dropped Liam’s pants to the ground. Liam barely had time to compute what was happening before the owner’s son took his soft dick in his mouth. In a record time, Liam got rock hard and Bast was happily deapthroating him. The older boy was giving joyful moans that made the younger boy’s dick vibrate. Elation and confusion were mixing in Liam’s brain but he chose to simply enjoy the servicing. Bast eventually stopped for air and as he did he grabbed Liam’s hips and turned him around. His face pressed against rows of bottles, Liam felt Bast burry his face between his buttocks. He re-felt how good a tongue felt when pressed against his anus. He grabbed his own dick dripping with Bast’s saliva and jerked himself, while having his ass eaten. After a while, Bast gave Liam’s right cheek a playful bite, rose to his feet and lowered his own pants. Liam was ready to go down on him and return the favor. However, the tattooed boy grabbed his head and started to kiss him. Then, he brought their dicks together and began to stroke them together. The feeling of both their dicks pressed against one another in a pleasuring grip was bringing Liam as much fun as the feeling of their balls gently slapping against each other. Bast was being the perfect tease. He escaped or pulled away at most of Liam kisses and would then counter with very passionate ones. He would only brush his lips against his neck but it got really good when he unexpectedly nibbled on Liam’s thick lower lip. The surprise and playful little pain made Liam’s inside stir and he came. White and hot goo covered their penises and puddle on Bast stroking hand. Bast let go of both their dick. Then, he grabbed his own with his other hand and began to jerk himself more vigorously while he licked Liam’s cum off his hand. Liam almost came again right then and there because he didn’t think he ever saw something sexier than Bast licking cum, while stroking his long dick.

    “Move, Liam”

    Liam had barely time to step aside before Bast’s dick started to ejaculate ropes of white across the room. A few squirts later, Liam was impressed because his own ejaculation was a lot less spectacular than that eruption. Bast had his eyes closed and his chest was heaving under his loud breathing. Liam dropped to his knees and swallowed Bast’s cum covered shaft. He sucked as best he could and tasted the salty/sweet flavor, while Bast’s body jerked and spasmed with pleasure. The two boys pulled up their pants and wiped their mouths. Bast explained that Bobd had seen Liam sneak out of his son’s room this morning and he wasn’t happy about it. He liked Liam as an employee and was afraid his beloved son would cost him that employee.

    “So…”

    “Well, he isn’t FURIOUS but I think we should try to be discreet around him… and maybe not go to my room.”

    “Okay, I guess we’ll see how it goes.”

    Liam still wasn’t sure what was going on between them but he just enjoyed the perks of it. The rest of the week was more of the same. They traded blowjobs in the cellar almost every day. Liam went on his knees to pleasure his older friend and the next day Bast would do the same. If the night was slow, they would each go down on the other, maybe more than once. One night, Bast offered to help Liam with the closing since Anna had to leave. The tattooed guy barely washed a single table before he was behind the bar pounding into Liam’s welcoming butt. Eventually, Liam worked the courage to invite his lover to his home for better comfort.

    “About time you asked me! I brought you to my home the first night!”

    “I know… But we’ll still have to be cautious; we wouldn’t want my father babbling about it to yours.”

    “It’s okay. I’ll only make you scream a little!”

    They laughed and almost ran to Liam’s room. He had had plenty of fun at the bar but the younger boy was more than happy to get back to good old horizontal sex. Bast used his long shaft and vast experience to make Liam cum all over his stomach. The older boy licked it all up before dumping his own load in his young partner’s mouth. Then they cuddled and kissed and laughed.

    “Why are you looking at me like this, Liam?”

    “I’m not looking at you weird… I mean it’s nothing…”

    “What?!”

    “I just never thought you liked boys.”

    “Hahaha. Why not?”

    “I knew you liked girls because I heard them. I saw you go up with boys but I didn’t hear them.”

    “I see. The reason why you didn’t hear anything was just because the sex wasn’t comparable.”

    “I’m confused. I know I don’t have much experience but you almost always make me scream.”

    Bast moved in a more comfortable postion. He was lying squarely on his stomach with his arms crossed under his head. The sheets covering him up to his chest. He looked at Liam with sharp and teasing eyes.

    “The reason why the sex wasn’t as good is because I wasn’t the one in charge.”

    Bast used his tattooed arm to slowly pull down the covers up to just below his plump, smooth ass.

    “Usually when I have sex with guys, I like them to give it to me.”

    Bast caressed his own side, slowly went up his right buttock and made his finger disappear between his cute cheeks. He gave a sexy whimpering noise and Liam’s dick went rock hard again. Liam was speechless. His long time crush wanted him. He wanted him like he had wanted all those girls and now he wanted him like a man. He wanted his manhood like he had just taken his ass. With new found confidence, Liam threw the sheets out of the bed and jumped over the older guy. He spit on his fingers and replaced Bast’s own digits inside his anus. A few seconds of massage and Liam straddled Bast’s behind. He slipped his big penis between the older guy’s smooth cheeks and happily watched it disappear inside. Liam felt more resistance and heard Bast gasped a little. He took it a bit slower and waited for Bast to adapt. The man was truly more experienced because he was welcoming the whole length of it in seconds. With soft and firm little buttocks pressing against him when he penetrated deep, Liam fucked him with everything he had. Bast was moaning and grunting but Liam wished he was talented enough to make him scream like he did. Wanting to change things up he pulled out and propped Bast on his knees, in a semi-sitting position. He slipped inside again and was glad to find his lovers ass pressed even tighter against him. He picked up the speed and when Bast grew louder, he fucked ever quicker and harder. Liam was using every muscle in his body to pound Bast like he deserved.

    “Oh Liam… Fuck… Ohnn… You’re so big… fuck yes, fuck me.”

    Liam was glad but he wished he would shut up because it made him so excited he felt the ejaculation and came. Channeling the orgasm, Liam caught Bast’s hands and pressed them against his ass. He made his tattooed partner feel how hard his ass contracted when he shoved his dick deep inside him. He gave hard, quick and powerful thrust that shook Bast’s whole body. His dick was now lubricated by his own cum. Bast’s breathing grew labored and he tried to free his hand his hands but Liam wouldn’t let go.

    “Ohh… Li…am…let …me…fuck…just…ohh…Li…OHHH….OHNNN…FUUUCK.”

    Liam felt Bast’s inside tighten and held him as his dick emptied itself without any help from his hands. Bast slouched against him and they just stayed still, taking it all in.

    “Congrats, you made me scream!”

    “I heard, yes. I’m happy I was able to return what you always give me.”

    “Don’t say it like that. It’s not because I don’t scream that I don’t enjoy fucking you. But I have to say that that was intense.”

    “I’m glad you like it because I sure did! I will want your ass again for sure.”

    “Anytime, Liam. Anytime!”


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  • Lost in New England

    I hung up the phone and looked over at Brian, still lying naked on the bed.

    He had heard my half of the conversation and was propped on both elbows looking at me expectantly. He seemed like he was understanding my side of the conversation, but he couldn’t be certain.

    Despite my focus on Danny, I couldn’t help but notice that Brian’s triceps looked as if a sculptor had carved them, a really, really good sculptor.

    “Max found him!” I screamed. I’m not sure I could even believe the words that came out of my mouth. I was so fucking excited that I could have fallen in love with Brian and moved to New Haven. Screw BU, I could have a career as Brian’s permanent sex slave.

    Actually maybe I could do both.

    I was almost too breathless to talk. When I hung up the phone with Max, I was on Cloud Nine! Danny was alive! And, despite everything that he had just gone through, he was going to be reunited with all of us really soon!

    Somehow I couldn’t remember any of the details of what Max had just told me. But I did remember that Max said that he and Danny would meet us at the police station. Max said that Danny was showering and that he would bring Danny over as soon as he was cleaned up.

    Obviously, Brian was happy Danny had been found. He gave me a huge hug, during which time I was in direct contact with his penis.

    No time for that now.

    He let me go a little more quickly than I liked, but Brian had a few questions. In fact, he was being a little bit of a buzz kill. Everything he asked me, I couldn’t answer.

    “I’m sorry, I don’t think he said that.”

    “Nope, he didn’t mention.”

    “Nope, nothing on that either.”

    “Sorry, I forgot to ask.”

    “I know, I know, I should have, but…”

    David. I had to call David. Oh Jesus!

    Brian kept firing questions away at me as my fingers stumbled over the little buttons on my phone trying to dial Danny’s brother David: the evidence, the forensics, the fact that we needed to get Danny examined by a doctor right away.

    Apparently I would make a lousy detective.

    Brian was still peppering away at me when I was saved by David’s voice answering the phone.

    “We’ve got him,” I said, my voice cracking.

    “What?”

    “Danny,” I explained. “He’s been found. He’s okay.”

    David went absolutely ape-shit nuts! I repeated what little bit I knew from the call with Max.

    Just like with Brian, David had a lot of questions too. And, just like with Brian, I couldn’t answer those either.

    While I was busy sobbing on the phone along with David, Brian had already sprung into action. He gave my dick a squeeze as he loped past me and into the bathroom. He heard a very determined police-like look on his face.

    I heard the shower water turn on.

    David agreed to meet us at the police station and I hung up quickly. Danny or no Danny, there was no way that I was going to miss out on a chance to shower with a cop! My cop!

    Brian had shampoo on his hair when I hopped inside. His eyes were closed and he startled when I brushed his butt with my hand.

    “What?” he said, his voice low, his mood all business, already in police mode.

    I hugged him from behind. His very, very, very firm ass cheeks kept me from snuggling in as close as I might have liked. The warm water from the shower splashed off the top of his head and the soap got into my eyes. I loved that I could hug him like this.

    I was just so excited that we were getting Danny back!

    It didn’t seem like the right moment to have sex, so despite the fact that my dick had its own ideas, I kept my hands an inch or so away from Brian’s man-parts, which was not easy to do considering how ginormous these particular man-parts were.

    “TJ, we don’t have time. We really need to hurry, give me a little space here please. I don’t have a uniform here, and I should really be properly dressed when we get to the station. This is my case,” he said.

    “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” I said. I backed away.

    It stung a little bit to have to be asked to step back.

    “It’s fine,” Brian “It’s just that… Well, you know, it would look funny, if I showed up at the station, with wet hair and in civvies, along side of the guy I just sucked off. Whose hair just happens to also be wet.”

    Despite myself, I smiled. I liked the fact that Brian was saying out loud what he had just done to me. He sucked me off. I liked the sound of that.

    “Right,” I said.

    He nodded his head for emphasis.

    “I can see how that might look. Everybody would put two and two together immediately, ” I joked.

    Brian finished washing the shampoo out of his hair. He rubbed his eyes and turned around in the shower to face me. I was standing there, a little cold, with my arms crossed in front of my chest, my hard-on dangling at that halfway angle, somewhere between ‘super excited’ and ‘what exactly have we got here?’

    I tried not to look ridiculous, but very likely, I was probably failing.

    He grinned.

    “You’re pretty cute when you’re pouting, you know,” Brian said.

    “I’m not pouting,” I pouted.

    Then I rolled my eyes. “Thanks. That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” I said.

    “Sure, anytime.”

    He took hold of both my shoulders and drew me in. His mouth wrapped around mine and he kissed me. After about ten seconds, my hard-on went back to being ‘super excited.’

    We both looked down at it.

    “Didn’t I just take care of that?” Brian asked.

    I smirked and shrugged at the same time.

    “It wants more, I guess.”

    “Well, maybe tomorrow, after we get Danny back to his own life,” Brian said.

    I pursed my lips into another pout.

    Tomorrow I had to go back to school. I had a mid-term later this week. God knows I hadn’t been able to get much studying done the past few days.

    “Yeah,” I said, not feeling like explaining the truth this very second.

    Brian washed my hair for me. And then he washed my butt. Both needed a pretty good scrub, and he seemed happy to oblige.

    I smiled as Brian’s fingers flicked up and down at my butthole.

    The guy either has way more experience at this than he was letting on, or he is a super quick learner!

    My dick was hard, with all the attention my ass was getting of course, and it got in the way a few times. But, since we were supposed to be thinking about Danny, we both managed to keep focused and not have sex. It wasn’t easy though.

    Once we were clean and Brian turned off the water, he started with the questions again. And I had no answers to any of his questions again.

    I just looked at him with an empty stare.

    He popped out of the shower and dried himself off with like three swipes of the towel. I took a little longer since my dick was still doing its super excited thing, and I tried not to bat it around too much.

    Brian noticed how I was trying to avoid my boner and he shot me a smile.

    Five minutes later my dick had finally calmed down.

    Now with nothing more to get in my way I could get dressed. Seconds later, we were both dressed and we headed down to Brian’s car.

    Danny’s twin brother David was standing in the lobby bouncing back on forth on his feet when we arrived. He had tears rolling down his face but he was smiling as big as I’d ever seen him before.

    He hugged both of us at the same time.

    “Okay, come on, let’s go then,” David said. He bounced some more. Then I started to bounce too, it was contagious. We should really get going.

    The three of us jogged out of the hotel and over to where Brian’s car was parked.

    **

    Brian drove us into the New Haven Police Department parking lot and parked quickly. David and I leaped from the car before even Brian turned it off. We raced to the front of the building.

    We hadn’t agreed on exactly where we should meet Max and Danny. I thought of like a million things I wanted to say to Danny and another million questions I wanted to ask.

    Once David and I rounded the corner, my heart practically stopped.

    There they were.

    Max was standing with one foot on the side of the brick building. Danny was seated with his knees up, leaning back. He looked like he was just enjoying the sunshine.

    “Danny!” David and I screamed at the same time.

    The two of us ignored Max and piled onto Danny, each of us over one leg. Between us, we totally knocked him down to the ground.

    It just felt so fucking good to have him back! I don’t think any of us spoke for a while. Between the tears and the laughing and the hugging and Danny ouching about something on the side of his head, I have no idea how long we were down there.

    David and me never saw Brian walk up.

    “Hi, you must be Max,” Brian said, his voice in that husky low tone.

    Max nodded.

    For the first time in a while, at least since before last night when Brian was ravaging my butt, my brain registered that Brian really was a cop. Even out of uniform, you could tell he was police from head to toe. I was proud of him.

    David and I lifted Danny up by his arms so we could give him a proper hug.

    “Man, I’m so happy to see you amigos,” Danny said. It was the first thing that came out of his mouth. His voice was cracking.

    “Me too,” I sputtered.

    David was crying too much to talk.

    I looked over at Max. He was just standing there, staring at the three of us and grinning. Brian was beside him watching the whole scene. I could tell he was happy we had found Danny, but his lips were tightened. It seemed like he wanted us to all move inside.

    I broke away from the group hug and stood back so that the Leeman twins could be together.

    “I’m Officer Brian Ruggazione,” Brian said to Max as he placed his hand on Max’s upper arm.

    Max had sort of a worried look on his face.

    “I’m going to take Max inside. I need to ask him a few questions,” Brian said. “Please bring Danny in as well. We will need to get him examined by a doctor over at the hospital.”

    I don’t remember very much about the next few hours other than the smell of Band-Aids inside of Yale-New Haven Hospital.

    A different police officer accompanied us and never left Danny’s side. And that turned out to be a good thing, because at least we knew Danny was safe. Plus he kept us updated with a continuous stream of talking on what exactly they were doing with Danny.

    David thought the guy was cute, but I hardly noticed. He might have been cute, but my sore butt was a constant reminder that I’d had enough cops for one weekend.

    Apparently, Danny had a little cut on the side of his head that needed stitches. And because of the head injury, the hospital felt obligated to give him all sorts of scans of his head and like twelve doctors examined him.

    David and I waited in the lobby, and then in the little curtained-off cubicle they stuck him in, then outside Radiology, and then back in the cubicle.

    We decided that we were starving to death. Seems I hadn’t eaten since dinner Saturday night. All the exercise with Brian overnight had really burned some calories too. Desperate for anything, David and I finally grabbed some food out of the vending machine in the Emergency Department. I had a blueberry yogurt and Fritos while David opted for jalapeno cheeseburger and Fritos too. I stuck my tongue out when I realized what David had chosen; a vending machine cheeseburger, with jalapenos? OMG! David ignored the faces I was making and ate it cold in like five bites; my stomach did flips as I watched.

    After we were back among the living, we went back to Danny. We watched as one of the nurses gave Danny a shot with an enormous needle. Ever the brave little soldier, Danny took it like a man, with a nod to the length of the needle, the meaning of which was not lost on either his brother or me.

    About then, Danny’s parents showed up from New York and the hugging and crying started up again. I felt a little bit like a third wheel, but I stuck around all the same.

    Eventually, the hospital people said that we were free to take off if we’d like because Brian and some other detectives from the police station wanted to interview Danny some more about what had happened to him.

    Since David and I were not allowed inside the room while the detectives were talking to him, and we were tired of loitering in hallways, we needed to find a spot to hang out. Fortunately, the hospital seemed to have all sorts of little rooms for us to use in privacy; it allowed us to talk and make phone calls, away from the noisy din of the hospital.

    The Leeman parents went off to make some phone calls outside.

    After a bit, Brian came out of Danny’s interview room to talk. It was very nice of him to keep us updated. It was likely, he explained, that Danny would get out of the hospital in a day or so. Danny couldn’t leave the city however; they wanted him to stay in New Haven for a couple days so that the police could get everything they needed. Obviously, everyone still wanted to catch the guy or guys that took Danny. They had some decent ideas, but there wasn’t anybody in custody yet.

    Brian’s face was funny when he said this; it seemed to me that Brian was holding something back however. Even though I’d only known the guy for a week, I felt certain he was hiding something. He left to go back to questioning Danny. David and I shot each other a look.

    A few minutes later, when David excused himself to go use the bathroom (most likely a direct result of the vending machine cheeseburger from the ER waiting room), I heard a light knock at the door.

    I opened it to find Max standing there. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked haggard.

    “Hi TJ,” he said.

    Max looked a mess. There were bags underneath his red eyes, his hair was pretty messed up, and he smelled suspiciously like onion kulcha. Only a mother could love him!

    I let him in and closed the door.

    I hugged him tightly. Just seeing him, and knowing how important he had been in bringing Danny back to us brought tears to my eyes. As I hung my head against his neck, I wept onto his back.

    “Thank you so much Max,” I said. “You’re amazing! I’m so glad you were there to help find Danny! This means so much to me!”

    “This is not a large problem,” Max said. “I was just very lucky to be in the right time at the right place.”

    I stopped crying and raised my face to look directly at Max. He could be so cute when he butchered the language.

    “Still, Max, what incredible luck! Who would have thought that you’d belt the guy who did this to Danny?” I squealed. “You’re a freaking hero Max!”

    Max averted his eyes, a rare moment of humility.

    “Really Max,” I insisted. “You fucking saved Danny’s life. Who know what would have happened to him if you hadn’t intervened and whacked that dude that had him!”

    “It wasn’t nothing,” Max said lightly. “Nothing.”

    I smiled. The poor kid would never learn our language. I was so proud of my friend. Bringing him to New Haven had been complicated of course, but obviously it turned out to be a really lucky decision.

    “Max, come on! You found Danny! You brought him back to us!”

    Finally, he nodded.

    I drew Max’s head toward mine and kissed him squarely on the lips. Not something I had planned, but… Caught up in the moment, I guess!

    “I love…” I began, not really knowing how I was going to finish the sentence. But some part of me had no idea what came next, so I couldn’t go on.

    Max turned red and moved in closer. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed our mouths together again. I was taken by surprise and tried to resist. For his part, Max wasn’t interested in a friendly kiss of happiness from me. Max spread his lips apart, forced mine open with his tongue and dove inside of me.

    I tried to pull away but Max prevented it. Max was kissing me passionately.

    “Oh TJ,” he moaned, “I have waited so long to hear you say that.”

    I put both my hands on his shoulders and pushed Max away from me.

    “What are you talking about? I wasn’t going to say ‘I love you’ Max! I was going to say that I love that you came to New Haven with me. I love that you were there to help find Danny. I love that you brought him back to us!”

    His face sank.

    “You mean, you don’t love me?” Max asked sheepishly.

    This was so exasperating!

    “No Max, I don’t love you,” I said. “Not like that anyway. We’re close friends Max. Really close. And I love that we are!”

    “But…”

    “But nothing. It’s just not that kind of love Max.”

    Max turned away; he couldn’t look me in the eye.

    “Max?” I reached out and timidly placed a hand on top of his head. Max didn’t like me touching him right now; he shook his head, and my hand fell off.

    Oh my god! This guy was such a little softie. It probably hurt him a lot to finally hear those words from my mouth.

    He turned back and looked at me. All of a sudden, he seemed very serious. He took a deep breath.

    “Can we just have sex TJ? It would be all right since you love our friendship, yes?” Max begged.

    “Max! What? Why? What are you talking about? I just told you that I’m not in love with you. Yes I love our friendship. But that’s it! It’s a friendship, only that. We’re not fuck buddies. Our relationship is not like that!”

    “But!”

    “It never will be like that Max! You are my friend!” I was practically shouting now.

    Both of us looked toward the door. I hoped that nobody outside the room could hear us.

    “I just thought,” Max slumped down in a chair and blew air out of his cheeks.

    “What? You just thought what Max?”

    “I just thought that if I found Danny, then you would…”

    “What are you talking about? If you found Danny? What do you mean?”

    “I said it wrong,” Max said, looking directly at me again. “I said it wrong. I mean, that since I found Danny, then maybe…”

    “You’re kidding me?! You think that since you found Danny and beat that other guy up that I would have sex with you?”

    Max nodded.

    “That’s fucking nuts!” I shouted.

    “So there is no reward? For all the work that I did to find Danny?” Max asked me.

    “No Max, there is no reward like that. Not sex with me! Not sex with anybody! It’s not like you planned on finding Danny or anything and it just happened to work out like that!”

    There was silence as Max slowly realized that what I was saying was true. During that silence, I started to make my own connections.

    When I first told Max about Danny being missing up in Boston, he seemed to know more about the situation than I would have thought. He was awfully eager to come down here and help me find Danny. And then yesterday, when David and I spent the day with Brian, tooling around New Haven looking for clues, where the fuck was Max then? All day, where the fuck was Max? And then Max just happens to be in the parking lot of a condo complex and sees Danny being hauled out with his head covered? And little Max beats the shit out of some big bad guy and rescues Danny?

    And for doing so, Max wants a reward? The reward of having sex with me?

    Oh my god, nobody could dream up such a ridiculous scheme!

    Or could somebody?

    The door opened again and David walked back inside. He looked significantly less green than the last time he’d been in here with me.

    “They’re letting Danny out soon!” David announced.

    “Yay!” I yelled.

    “Hi Max,” David said.

    “Hi David!”

    “Thank you so much for rescuing my brother!” David added, pulling Max into a bear hug.

    While I watched the two of them embracing, Max caught my eye. Inside my head, the wheels were turning.

    **

    Carey M and Jeremy M stood nervously at the reception desk of the New Haven Police Department. In a backpack, Carey M had secured away the memory stick containing the videotape from Stop ‘N Shop. He and his brother Jeremy had agreed that they would insist on seeing a supervisor. They were not about to just hand it over to the first person at the station that they came across, like the receptionist standing right in front of them.

    “This stick has some critical evidence that I am sure will help you to find that kid who was kidnapped last weekend,” Carey M insisted.

    The receptionist was named Bernice. She was an African American woman in her mid-forties, with a Carmen Miranda-like nest of curly blond hair on her head, arched an eyebrow and looked doubtfully at the two young men across the desk from her.

    The reception desk at the New Haven Police Department was her personal fiefdom, and nobody passed through unless Bernice said so. Turning away drunks, petty criminals, housewives complaining about their spouse, and even the lonely souls who were just looking to talk with somebody for a little while, Bernice considered those tasks to be her calling. It was a job that needed doing, a vital service to the busy public servants behind the steel doors behind her, and it was a job Bernice did well.

    Claiming to have evidence in a crime was a common way that the public used to gain access through those steel doors. Bernice called those doors her own ‘pearly gates,’ and she treated them with reverence. Sometimes, when the circumstances were just right, Bernice did allow people to walk through those doors, but usually she did not. Those Bernice turned away would have to skedaddle, and quick!

    The two young men before her looked a little suspect. Both were young and pretty good looking, as college kids go nowadays anyway. The taller one, with the backpack that allegedly contained the evidence they were talking about, the evidence in a so-called ongoing investigation, that one was dressed in a collared white shirt that had definitely seen better days; that one had hair all messed up; that one looked to Bernice as if he’d been up all night. On the other hand, the shorter one, the one with short-cut red hair and an earnest but smiling face, was not so messy; Bernice considered him the better looking one of the two, someone she would be happy to have grace her doorstep should one of her daughters have been so inclined to date a white boy; he was a catch.

    Bernice hadn’t completely figured the two of them out, but she believed that they were probably brothers.

    Clearly neither one had showered in a while. As the mother of two girls and four boys, Bernice knew all too well the stench of male sex hormones and the two brothers across her desk were reeking of it.

    “So are you guys homeless? Do you have families? Do you have showers?” Bernice asked, arching an eyebrow.

    Jeremy M and Carey M blushed. They probably were not their best right now.

    “Sorry,” Jeremy M managed. “We’re not homeless, we’re just…not clean. We just thought this was important, no time to clean up.”

    Bernice looked over the top of here glasses and made a sour face. She sighed heavily and looked down again at her fingernails.

    “Well, can you at least tell me why this is so important? Why should I believe you about this memory stick? That it contains evidence of a crime?” Bernice asked, her voice sounding doubtful.

    “I can’t tell you anything about what’s on the stick. I am under strict instructions from my manager to hand this over to a supervisor,” Carey M said.

    Bernice glared at Carey M as he spoke. Her face gave nothing away.

    “I must speak to somebody who is at least the rank of Captain. Or maybe a General.”

    Bernice peered over the top of her reading glasses, doing her best to suppress a smile. A general? What did this kid think they were running here? This was a police station, not a field operation in Afghanistan.

    Jeremy M whacked his brother on the side of his head.

    “They don’t have generals here bro,” Jeremy M said. “Don’t you ever watch NCIS? The highest ranking officer is probably like the Chief or something.”

    Bernice nodded once.

    “Right Bernice?”

    “Okay, the Chief then,” Carey M said, rubbing above his ear where Jeremy had smacked him. “I want to see the Chief of the Department!”

    Now Bernice finally chuckled.

    “The Chief? Well, why didn’t you say that in the first place? It’s Sunday morning, and I am sure he is just sitting at his desk with his feet up, waiting for the two of you goofballs to drop in. Let me just ring him right up.”

    Carey M smiled and folded his hands on the desk. Now they were getting somewhere.

    Jeremy M watched his brother and was about to whack him again but Bernice reached up with her heavily over-manicured and bejeweled hand and did it for him. Right on the side of Carey M’s head.

    “Yow! What’d you do that for? I thought you were gonna call your Chief for us.”

    Bernice smiled and leaned forward so that her nose was practically touching Carey M’s face. A wayward blond curl, from the swirling nest atop her head fell limply onto Carey’s forehead. He could smell the baby powder that she had doused herself with earlier that morning.

    “Let me tell you something Pumpkin,” Bernice whispered sweetly, before backing away and resuming her sour face.

    “It will be a very cold day in Hell before I let either one of you two dumb shits through those steel doors behind me and into the sacred confines of the New Haven Police Department to see Chief Castellucio.”

    Carey M started to protest, but Bernice immediately shushed him with by holding up just one thick gold-tipped finger.

    “So hand over this so-called memory stick that contains the so-called evidence that you claim is on there. I will see that it gets delivered to one of our detectives. Otherwise, I suggest that the two of you young virile dumb shits step back from my Reception desk and head right back outside to
    whatever white bread blue blood testosterone-fest that you came from. And for mercy’s sake, take a SHOWER!”

    Bernice then leaned back in her chair and gave them both an affirmatory nod to underline that she meant exactly what she said.

    Carey M’s widened and his face turned pale. He opened his mouth to say something, but then decided against it.

    “Let’s just give her the stick,” Jeremy M said to his brother.

    He backed away from the desk. Clearly the two of them were not going to get what they wanted from the dragon lady. Jeremy M shuddered. Ordinarily he did everything possible to avoid being so close to women. Especially big women like Bernice. The multi-colored rhinestones in her fingernails were creeping him out!

    Carey M smirked and took a deep breath. Mr. Patel had clearly instructed him to pass the evidence only to a supervisor. If Officer Tommy McKeon was already involved with the kidnapping, there was no telling how many more cops were too. Carey M considered his options carefully.

    Bernice smiled broadly at the two boys standing across from her. Jeremy M was poised to turn and run out the door. Carey M was fidgeting back and forth on his heels, obviously thinking over what he should do.

    “Let me help you out with your decision,” Bernice suggested, her voice oozing syrupy sarcasm.

    Carey M and Jeremy M held their breath.

    “Either hand me the stick in the next fifteen seconds, or I’ll have one of the fine police officers that I work for come out here and arrest you both for loitering. I’ve had just about enough of you smelly boys wasting my precious time this fine morning. And stinking up my Reception area. Do it now, or get out!”

    “You can’t do that,” Jeremy M protested. “We’re here trying to help in a criminal investigation!”

    Bernice was unfazed. She shrugged her shoulders.

    “So then help. Turn over what you have right now or I will tell the detectives that you have material evidence in a crime that you refused to surrender. That carries a prison term of up to five years!”

    Both brothers turned white.

    The idea of any time behind bars, when they were actually at the station trying to do the right thing was hard to believe. Of course, Jeremy M had plenty of prison cell fantasies that he could conjure up. The vision of him wearing a pair of orange coveralls with a Velcro patch over his ass, for example. Maybe a bit of jail time was exactly what he needed! Slowly, the color began to return to his face.

    “I don’t get why you’re being such a bitch!” Carey M said dolefully. He began to rummage through his back pack.

    Bernice grinned. Of course, she knew she had no right to threaten these nice boys with jail time, but she enjoyed seeing their faces too much; it was irresistible. And she’d just deny it if either of them ever complained.

    Finally Carey M produced the memory stick. He placed it gingerly on the Reception Desk half way between his hand and Bernice’s.

    All three of them stared at it, as if it would jump up and dance around on its own. Bernice looked over her glasses at Carey M again.

    “I can’t reach it all the way over there, pumpkin,” she said, her voice infused with syrupy sarcasm.

    Slowly, reluctantly, Carey M slid the stick eight more inches over to where Bernice’s fingers were drumming lightly on the counter. In a flash, Bernice snatched up the stick and was completely through the steel doors before the boys ever realized what was happening.

    They stood at the desk dumbstruck. This had not gone off as they had planned.

    **

    The wait for all this police stuff was beginning to wear on David and I. After the silliness with Max, I needed some fresh air. David and I walked outside the hospital to try and clear our heads. We walked two full laps around the complex.

    “I can’t wait anymore,” David announced.

    “Me neither, let’s go back in,” I said.

    One of the cops at Danny’s door said that they were still conducting the interview and that we couldn’t come in yet. Danny was fine, he said, awaiting the results of an MRI of his brain. But, apparently still good enough to continue helping out with the investigation apparently.

    Shit.

    The same cop let me know that Brian had gone back to the station. I dialed his cell phone.

    “Ruggazione,” Brian said when he picked up my call.

    “TJ,” I said with a giggle.

    All morning, I had been fighting the urge to tell somebody about what had happened between Brian and me last night, but who could I tell?

    Danny. That’s who.

    Only Danny would love hearing the story of the little sexual tryst between me and Brian as much as I loved doing it. My mind couldn’t get the image of Brian’s lips encircling the entire girth of my hard dick. It was a very nice image, and I was going to remember it for a very long time! Somebody else should be able to enjoy it too!

    “How’s Danny?” He asked immediately.

    I paused and took a breath.

    “Okay, I guess,” I said. “They still won’t let us in there to see him. The docs are still checking him out, running some scans of his head I think.”

    “Good to hear. Let me know how it comes out,” Brian said. “Considering what he’s been through this past week, I’d say he looks surprisingly good.”

    My heart swelled. Not only is my police officer a stud and a half, he really cares about Danny too.

    “Um, TJ, there’s been a little break in the case this morning. That’s why I had to go back to the station.” Brian said quietly.

    “What do you mean, a break? We just got Danny back, what else could…?”

    “We have a suspect. We have just taken him into custody.”

    “Really! That’s great!” I shouted.

    Several people in the waiting room of the ER turned to look at me when I raised my voice. I mouthed sorry to the crowd and turned my face away.

    “There’s a strange twist though,” Brian said.

    “What do you mean ‘a strange twist’?”

    There was silence on the other end of the line.

    “Brian? You still there?”

    “Yeah TJ, I’m here.”

    His voice sounded strange, like he was getting emotional or something.

    “Brian, what is it? What’s the strange twist?”

    “It looks like it was one of us,” Brian said, his voice cracking for certain now.

    “What are you saying?” I asked.

    “It was a cop.”

    Holy crap!

    “Whoa,” I said.

    I could tell that Brian was finding it really hard to talk.

    “I can’t say more right now. But I should be able to share more with all of you about who we think it is a little bit later today,” Brian said. He was keeping his voice as calm as he could.

    “Um okay, but how do you know? I mean, what kind of evidence do you have?”

    “It’s a videotape,” Brian answered. “From the Stop ‘N Shop. We just saw it this morning.”

    “But I thought you guys already…?”

    This was getting pretty strange. Why the heck would a cop abduct Danny?

    “We did see tape from the store already. This is a new one, from a different vantage point. It’s pretty clear.”

    “So you saw the guy take Danny? I mean, the tape shows it?”

    “Not exactly, well I’m not really supposed to be talking about this with you,” Brian said haltingly.

    If he wasn’t supposed to be telling me anything, why was he? My brain was doing gymnastics trying to sort all of this out.

    “Uh, okay.” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to ask more questions or not.

    “We had a store employee bring us some additional information along with the new tape just this morning,” Brian explained.

    “Wow! Brian, I can’t believe all of this is happening at the same time. We get Danny back and within a couple of hours we figure out who did it too!? Pretty crazy, right?”

    Brian hesitated before answering me. He was getting his regular voice back, the emotion gone.

    “TJ, I don’t think any of this is a coincidence,” he said.

    Now I was really confused. What the heck was he talking about?

    “What’s that supposed to mean? Not a coincidence. I don’t get it,” I replied.

    Another pause.

    “I’m afraid I can’t answer that right now,” Brian replied.

    “Oh.”

    “TJ, what can you tell me about your friend? The one who accompanied you on the train from Boston? The one who says he found Danny?”

    “Max? My friend Max? Why do you want to know about Max? He’s probably wandering the streets of New Haven right now, reveling in his new status as a hero.”

    “Um hmm,” Brian said.

    “If I know Max, I know he’s probably out there right now torturing some poor young guy from Yale, trying to get him to sleep with him,” I laughed.

    “TJ, do you know where Max is right now?”

    “Well no, actually. I thought you guys were done asking him about last night. Last I saw him was here at the ER a little while ago. He seemed normal,” I lied.

    I was remembering the uncomfortable few minutes we’d spent together. What he’d said had gotten me to thinking a lot. But I hadn’t been able to pull the puzzle pieces together.

    “He’s not there with you? And he’s not here at the station either,” Brian said. It was more of a question than a statement.

    Well, of course he’s not there. He’s out trying to get laid.

    “Did you call him? I mean…he’ll come right back if you need him too. Max has always had a thing for guys in uniforms,” I explained.

    Unless of course he already had some poor Yalie pinned naked against the wall of his dorm room.

    “Yes, I’ve tried his cell. Several times. He’s not answering. My calls went straight to voice mail.” Brian was sounding very official and detective-like now.

    “I could try him for you,” I offered.

    “Great. Thank you. Let him know that we have a couple more questions to ask him. Shouldn’t take much time at all. Then he can get back to whatever it is he was doing.”

    “Okay,” I said.

    Brian had me a little worried right now. Was he lying to me?

    “And TJ…”

    “Yes?”

    “Please don’t tell Max that we have a suspect in custody.”

    “Uh…okay.”

    Brian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

    “It’s important, TJ, really! Not a word to him about any of the details that I mentioned to you a few minutes ago. Okay?”

    “Um, yes…of course. I won’t say anything about it.”

    I felt myself perspiring. What the fuck was going on?

    “Okay then, see you soon TJ. And please text me or let me know once you hear anything from your friend Max.”

    “Okay, I will.”

    I hung up. I felt a chill run all through me.

    I turned to look again at the other people still sitting around in the waiting room. Before I tried Max’s cell, I wanted to go and find David. I wanted to tell David the good news. The police had a suspect.

    That was a good thing. So why was my whole body shaking?

    David had his head in his hands. He looked exhausted, exactly how I felt too.

    When I told David that Brian said they had a guy in custody, I could see him visibly lighten. All the same, the best he could manage was a little smile and a fist bump with me.

    Maybe there would be a chance for him to be more excited later. Once we were absolutely sure that Danny was out of the woods.

    I went back outside to try calling Max.

    After one ring, I got voice mail too.

    “Max, this is TJ. Hey buddy, Danny’s doing great! Just a couple more tests that they want to run, but things look very good so far. I’m still over at the hospital right now, but I’m heading back to the police station in a few minutes.”

    I paused, thinking carefully about what I was going to say next.

    “Why don’t you meet me there? No hard feelings about earlier today, all right buddy? I know that it was just you being you.”

    In fact, if Max had not tried to have sex with me at the station, only that would have been a surprise.

    “I mean, we can go and grab a bit to eat together. I haven’t really seen you too much this weekend. Uh…I feel like I haven’t paid as much attention to you as I should have. So when you get this, ring me back and let me know where you are.”

    If I went on much longer, Max would know for sure that something was up. I was usually the master of the short voice mail message.

    “All right then, that’s it. Just call me back, okay buddy? Oh, and it’s TJ by the way, in case I didn’t say that.”

    I clicked the off button.

    I’m such an idiot.

    With nothing more to do at the hospital, I thought I’d go and check in on the investigation. Catch a little time with Brian. But I needed a ride. Maybe one of the cops could take me.

    One did. Twenty minutes later, I was back at the New Haven Police Station. It was only late afternoon now, but I felt like I’d been up for days. I was totally wiped.

    The officer who drove me back from the hospital buzzed us both in to the private entrance. As soon as he opened the door, I was assaulted by the noise. How did they ever get anything done here?

    Brian met me in the hallway. He tried to shake my hand, it had been all of a few hours since I seen him. I insisted on a hug. Brian’s face looked nervous but his body gave in to mine willingly. It lasted for a few seconds longer than he was comfortable with. But it was still not long enough for me.

    “How’s Danny?” He asked me again.

    “Same. No change. Nothing back on the brain scan yet. Is that normal?” I answered.

    Brian shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He didn’t know either.

    “Well, at least he’s able to keep talking,” Brian offered.

    God. If they only knew Danny. The boy could probably be in a coma and keep up a good conversation.

    Brian placed a hand in the small of my back and guided me further down the hallway. Perfectly professional, but it felt nice to me.

    “Where are we going?” I asked.

    “There’s some one here who you know,” Brian answered.

    My ears perked up. Who could it be? Max? Had they found him?

    Brian gently pushed me ahead. He apparently wasn’t going to tell me who it was. We made a left turn and stopped before a door. I recognized it as the same private room that I had been inside of earlier that day.

    Brian knocked twice and opened the door. Seated at the table were two men. I didn’t recognize the one facing us, but he smiled and stood up as we entered. But there was something oddly familiar about the backside of the guy facing away from the door. He didn’t stand up quite so quickly as the one I could see. Probably because he didn’t realize we had entered the room.

    “TJ, I think you know one of these guys. From up in Boston,” Brian said, a wry smile on his face.

    The guy facing away turned slowly to face us. He was shorter than the other guy and had distinctive and well kept red hair. And a great smile.

    As I realized who it was, I smiled too. From every corner of my body, electricity pulsed into my dick.

    It was my English T.A. from BU! Jeremy M.

    “Hi, Jeremy, what the heck are you doing here?” I asked.

    Jeremy M introduced me to his brother Carey M. With my elevator eyes, I scanned Jeremy M’s brother from head to toe. I didn’t see the resemblance. He reached out to shake my hand. The two of them smelled like sex to me. I wonder what that was all about.

    Brian left us alone and I sat down at the table for a chat.

    Ninety minutes later, we were done chatting. What they told me chilled me to the bone! And I really had a phone call to make.

    I had to call David Leeman and tell him, that in a completely ridiculous way, I was partly responsible for what had happened to Danny. I was about as completely overwhelmed by the stress as I’d ever been in my life. It was absolutely unbelievable to me that Max had been the mastermind behind everything.

    After Jeremy M and his brother Carey had gotten through a few pleasantries, Brian came back. That’s when the real information about what had really happened with Danny began to become clear.

    Max was the final missing piece of the puzzle, and he was still not answering his cell phone.

    Was he the ringmaster of this whole circus?

    Max was a smart dude, that much was certain. You don’t get into some rocket science program at MIT if you don’t have it going on. But I’m not too sure about Max’s common sense, and I was definitely not sure about Max’s ability to control his libido. But could he really have been this stupid?

    I had no idea where Max was. But given what I’d just heard from Jeremy M and his brother Carey, Max was probably long gone, trying to get as far away from New Haven as he could get.

    The police would find him of course. Max was no hardened criminal. He would be completely clueless when it came to evading the dragnet that was being set up to locate him. It was only a matter of time.

    My eyes were bleary. The news from the supermarket had come as a shock. Jeremy M held my hand.

    Carey M looked across the table at me with sad eyes. Or were they just tired eyes? He was the real hero. He was the one who brought the new videotape into the police. He was the one who told the cops all about the officer who had visited him at the Stop ‘N Shop last night. He was the one who identified the same cop in a lineup just before I returned to the station. And he was the one who kept his cool while I fell apart as the story had come together and we all figured out how Max was involved.

    “So, what do we all do now?” Jeremy M asked.

    I shrugged my shoulders. “Beats me,” I said.

    “I need to sleep,” Carey M announced.

    “Sounds good,” I said.

    “Not a bad idea,” Jeremy M agreed.

    “I’d invite you over to my place, but it’s pretty small. I don’t even have a bed, just a fold out couch,” Max said.

    “Gee, that’s really nice, but I could probably go back to the hotel that I was…”

    “Nothing doing,” Jeremy M interrupted. “My friend Paolo has got a really big house. That’s where I stayed last night and…”

    Carey M started to laugh.

    “What?” Jeremy M asked, looking at his younger brother.

    Carey M said nothing. He just giggled some more.

    “I swear, we slept. Really!” Jeremy M insisted.

    Carey M lifted his eyebrows. There was no way the two of them had just slept, he claimed. My gay-dar went into hyper drive.

    Jeremy M smacked the table with his palm. The guy had such a little hand that it didn’t make much of a sound. It was meaty all the same. I smiled.

    “Well, we did sleep. A little bit at least.”

    Carey M smirked. “I don’t know how you managed to sleep at all. That Paolo is a fucking hottie. If it woulda’ been me, I don’t think I coulda’ kept my hands off of him.”

    I smiled. This was an interesting development. Jeremy M blushed beet red. His brother had officially outed the both of them.

    Jeremy M put his head in his hands. Strong, muscular hands. But they barely covered his face.

    “Come on Carey!” Jeremy M pleaded. “TJ is in my English class. I’m his T.A. I grade his papers. A little professional courtesy here would be nice. The poor guy doesn’t need to hear about my sex life, it’s probably the last thing he wants.”

    I raised a hand to object to that.

    Carey M burst out laughing.

    “Who doesn’t know about your sex life already? Bro? I mean, TJ lives in the same city as you! Is it possible that he’s the only boy in Boston who hasn’t fucked you? Yet?”

    Jeremy M kept his face covered and shook his head.

    “I’m going to have to kill you now, you know,” Jeremy M said, peeking through thick fingers at his incorrigible brother.

    Carey M just laughed some more. “You know I speak the truth, Jeremy,” he said.

    Jeremy M uncovered his face and lay both his arms onto the table, palms up. The carvings of the muscles in his forearms alone could give me a hard-on.

    “Give me a break Carey,” Jeremy M said. “You’ve been fucked in the ass a few times yourself, right? I know that’s the truth!”

    Carey M looked like he’d been punched in the gut.

    “What? There I said it. Now we’re both outed.”

    I said nothing.

    Carey M smirked and held up a peace sign.

    “Twice!” Carey M said. “I’ve been fucked exactly twice.”

    “Well then…there you have it!” Jeremy M said, clearly feeling vindicated.

    “In my whole life. Twice. In my whole life! Once back in high school! Some kid in my 11th grade gym class. And once right here in New Haven. About a month ago. I’m afraid I didn’t catch his name.”

    Jeremy M and I chuckled.

    “See?” Jeremy M looked directly at me and pointed a thumb at his brother. “He’s been fucked twice! So I’m not such a bottom pig now, am I?”

    I opened my mouth to say something but decided not to.

    “Please. You were probably fucked twice just yesterday. Before lunch!” Carey M teased.

    Jeremy M pursed his lips and looked toward the ceiling. He pretended to count on his fingers. When he ran out on one hand, he looked at his brother.

    “Well, you’d be about half right, I didn’t actually have lunch.” Jeremy M said.

    I laughed hard at that.

    “Slut!” Carey M said with a huge grin.

    “Well, little bro, Paolo counts for more than one. Trust me. You’d let him fuck you twice in one day also!”

    Carey M slapped his thigh. “Fuck! I knew he had a big dick!”

    Jeremy M held his hands about a foot apart and then inched them a little bit farther.

    “Yeah, you wish,” Carey M taunted.

    “I shit you not.” Jeremy M said matter of factly. “It’s really a girth thing anyway.”

    Jeremy M held his hands up as if he was holding a grapefruit.

    “Wow!” Carey M and I whispered aloud at the same time.

    The fabric of my jeans suddenly felt tight around my crotch. This Paolo, and his wiener with the girth of a grapefruit, I had to see!

    “So, who’s with me?” Jeremy M asked. “Sleepover at Paolo’s house? It’s been a really long day, am I right?”

    Both Carey M and I raised our hands involuntarily.

    “I’m in, but first I’ve got a phone call to make.” I said.

    “Cool. I might get in a run this afternoon before it gets dark, but just give me a call when you are headed over,” Jeremy M said.

    A run? Hmm.

    Carey M and Jeremy M left the room and I was left alone.

    I dialed the phone. After David answered, I made sure he was sitting down. Then I unloaded everything.

    As reluctant as I was to make the call to David, it had gone better than I expected.

    “What’s up with Danny? Can he see us yet?” I asked.

    Danny was finished with all of his X-Rays now, and had been given a clean bill of health. But he had a few scrapes, and a mild concussion from whoever bashed him in the parking lot last night. They wanted to keep Danny overnight at the hospital just to make sure he was okay. If everything went smoothly, he would be out tomorrow and free to return him a day or two after that. David was thrilled that his twin brother had come out of everything so well. And his parents were there too. The four of them were having a very happy reunion.

    Nothing I had to say about the cops being involved, or Max masterminding some stupid plot, was going to spoil their moods. They had their Danny back, and everything would sort itself out in due course.

    As soon as I hung up, Brian entered the room. I smiled, it was really good to see him. He looked haggard and relieved all at the same time.

    “We’ve got him,” Brian reported. His face was stern, and he was suppressing a smile.

    “Yay!” I said, assuming that we were talking about Max. “Where was he?”

    “At Reception, he just walked in on his own and announced who he was to Bernice. She had him through the entry doors and in a set of handcuffs in less than a minute.”

    “Bernice?” I asked.

    Brian pointed his gorgeous eyes directly into mine.

    “Our receptionist. Rather large-ish African American woman. Enormous pile of curly blond hair all over the place. Really, you couldn’t possibly have missed her.”

    I shook my head. “No, sorry. I think I came in the back door.” I said.

    Brian laughed. Clearly he was thinking about last night in the hotel. Oh yeah, how could I forget?

    “Not really, no. That would’ve been me,” Brian teased.

    I giggled at his joke. How could I forget the manhandling he gave me last night? Seemed like a lifetime ago at this point on Sunday.

    “Sorry. Couldn’t resist,” Brian said, glancing at my crotch.

    Whenever anybody looked directly at my dick, and I knew that they were doing it, I inevitably got hard.

    Brian’s glance had the expected effect. I shoved a hand into a pocket to hide the evidence. Brian smiled.

    “Man, you’re easy,” Brian said.

    I exhaled. “You have no idea,” I replied. “It’s a curse.”

    “It’s okay by me,” he said.

    “Thanks, that’s very nice of you,” I said. “To feel sympathy toward the ridiculous college boy who gets hard-ons when the wind blows.”

    “Well, I’ve got to get back. They are processing your friend Max now. I’m needed to help with some of the paperwork.”

    My eyes teared up. “He’s not my friend anymore. Maybe he never was.”

    “No. I guess not,” Brian agreed.

    Brian gave me a brief hug. I didn’t even bother to keep my pelvis from contacting his. Not after what we’d done last night anyway. Brian grinned when he felt my dick through my pants. The evidence was clear: he really had given me a woody.

    Reluctantly, he turned to go.

    “Oh Brian, will you give Max a message for me?”

    “Uh, yeah, I guess, what is it?”

    “Tell him that I hope they serve onion kulcha in prison. He’ll know what I’m talking about.”

    “Onion kulcha?”

    “It’s Indian food. Max loves it, like these fried onion things. I’ve seen him make a whole lunch of them.”

    “Okay.”

    “I think I might go for a run over at the Yale Bowl. Then I’m going to hang out with Jeremy in a little bit, you know, my T.A. in English.”

    “Okay,” Brian said again.

    “The Leemans are still at the hospital and I thought I’d give them their space. You know, as a family.”

    “You know, you’re part of that family, TJ.” Brian said sweetly.

    I nodded slowly.

    “Danny and David. All the Leemans. They really think of you that way. They love you.”

    Brian’s comment got the tears started again. I’m not sure it was true, that the Leeman twins thought of me that way, but it was really nice of him to say.

    I rubbed my eyes vigorously, trying to make them stop watering.

    This whole crying thing was ridiculous enough, but then to have a boner at the same time just because Brian had shot a quick glance at my crotch! How much more of a basket case could I be?

    Brian placed his hand just above my hip and left it there for a moment. I could tell that this case had taken a lot out of him. Apart from the tears, he was probably nearly as much of a wreck as I was.

    “Have fun with Jeremy,” Brian said as he opened the door to leave. “He seems like a pretty nice guy. Did you know he’s a triathlete too?”

    “Oh really?” I lied. “I hardly noticed, he didn’t mention it.”

    “You’re a terrible liar TJ. The guys pretty fucking cut.”

    I nodded and Brian began to close the door. I had an idea.

    “Join us. I don’t know exactly what we’re gonna do, but I’m sure you’re welcome. You know, over at Yale Bowl. Or whatever.”

    “I just may. I could use some exercise. Maybe a little down time,” Brian said.

    He closed the door after him. I was left standing there alone, my eyes moist and my dick hard. Again.

    I called David one last time.

    David sounded surprisingly contented when I reached him.

    He reported that all of the Leemans were safely tucked in over at the hospital. Danny had a private room upstairs, and was getting in a little snooze. Several members of the New Haven police force were hovering about. They felt a lot better. Danny was going to be all right.

    In a few days, Danny would be released and I could get to spend some time with him.

    I’d decided to stay in New Haven for a few days, maybe help however I could. Before he and his brother split, Jeremy M agreed to help me out. He took care of things with my English class. I made a few more phone calls to my instructors and left messages for a couple. The ones I reached listened to my story and were surprisingly understanding. I could make up the work as soon as I got back. Apparently they had already been contacted by one of the security officers at school and had a rough idea of what was going on.

    My life as a college student could get back on track in just a few short days. All neat and tidy and wrapped up in a bow. Soon I’d be back in the grind, ready to wrap up the school year.

    Max. Poor misguided Max. What on earth was he thinking hatching this plot? Brian told me that Max had never intended for Danny to be hurt badly. And he never intended on Danny being abducted. Just roughed up a bit. And then Max had planned that he would be there, right there by my side, when I needed him. Brian said that was the key to his plan. That his emotional depth and compassion was supposed to get me to fall in love with him. Or at least to finally agree to have sex with him. Such a simple need Max had. Sex with me, that’s all he wanted. It all boiled down to that.

    But what a stupid fucking idea it was!

    None of us would ever be the same. Not Danny of course. Not me or David.

    And not Max, or even the cop that he gave money to make sure things didn’t get too far out of hand. At least the cop had the good sense to go and help Danny out after this thugs he was hanging out with beat the shit out of him.

    In time, I was certain that I could put all of this behind me.

    And maybe meeting Brian would turn out to be a good thing in my life. Or maybe I’d just be fuck buddies with my English T.A. Jeremy M.

    It appeared that for the first time in my life, I had choices. And pretty good ones at that.

    **

    After I’d finished talking with David Leeman on the phone, I decided to go for a run. But I needed my stuff if I was gonna go out for a long one. Jeremy M and Paolo could wait a bit.

    In my street clothes, I jogged quickly over to the hotel.

    I changed in the lobby bathroom, stuffed my clothes into a bag and gave the bellman another five bucks.

    There was a cool breeze blowing that I could feel against the fine layer of sweat I’d just worked up. Since I didn’t know my way around, I kept to city streets where there people about.

    Dancing between pedestrians and baby strollers is not exactly my favorite way to burn some miles, but it felt exhilarating to be running. To be back into life again. As I ran, there were people waiting on the sidewalk for the light to turn green, people absorbed in conversation or people texting away on their phones. There were Yale students streaming in and out of the bars on Chapel Street, and there were students laughing or talking way too loudly; Sunday Fun Day I guess. I crossed some streets. Cars were honking. There were kids with their ice cream cones. My stomach growled.

    Running made me feel alive. And today, that’s exactly what I needed.

    I turned right onto the Yale campus and started looking for the Bowl. The Yale Bowl where the track meet had been held last weekend. Practically a lifetime ago. Somebody mentioned that it was a mile or so off campus. They gave me directions and I ran toward it.

    There was no football or soccer game on the field, but the track was lit.

    A few students and few locals jogged around. I found a lane and fell into a natural rhythm. I kept up my pace.

    It felt good, my legs stretching in front of me, my heels pushing against the soft bouncy surface. This was what I was meant to do. To run. I would never be an Olympic athlete. I’d probably never even make an NCAA finals. And, unless a miracle happened or I somehow got a heckuva lot faster, I would probably never even get an invitation to any more of the big college meets. Last weekend, right here at the Bowl was a one-off and I knew it.

    But, despite that, I knew then, as I know now. I am a runner. That’s what I do. That’s what I’m good at. I do my best at school. At meeting guys. At being a good son for my parents, a good brother. But, all of that is still an open question for me. The jury is still out.

    But I do run, and I do it well.

    Rejuvenated by the wind against my face, I accelerated.

    I easily passed by the casual joggers hugging the inside lane.

    I don’t know how many laps I ran. It was completely dark when I decided to stop. I can’t remember when I had ever run so fast. If I’d been racing last Sunday on this very track, in the finals of the Yale Invitational, I felt very sure that I could have given those other college boys quite a race. Maybe I’d have placed.

    With my hands on my hips, I decided to walk a lap as a cool down. I was catching my breath when I caught a glance of another runner entering the track. He was fast too. He was in at least a sub five minute mile pace. Crazy! Could it be a Yale student? A left over from last week’s meet?

    As the runner for closer, I could make out only a few details in the dim light. On the short side. Red hair, closely cropped. I knew exactly who it was.

    Jeremy M?

    He ran past me once without stopping. How could he not have seen me?

    I watched circle the track in a blaze of speed, his shorter legs pumping stride after stride. As he rounded the turn behind me, I stopped. I turned to face him.

    We both knew in an instant. It took him a few paces to pull up, and he came up awkwardly about fifteen feet past.

    He reached out a hand. I walked up and took it in mine.

    Nice.

    We ran together for a few more laps, Jeremy M’s blistering stride a little too much for me but I managed to keep up. When he judged that I was having trouble, Jeremy M slowed and allowed me to come along beside him. He smiled at me, and I managed a half grin, half call for help in return.

    Then my phone rang. We both stopped as I answered it.

    It was Brian. He had his running gear on and wanted to know if he could still meet me at Yale Bowl for a run.

    “It’s dark, you know,” I said.

    “Good,” Brian said. “I’ll be right there.”

    I reported the conversation to Jeremy M and he grinned.

    “Sounds fun,” he said. “Let’s get in a few more.”

    And off we went.


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  • Doctor, Doctor!

    FINALLY!

    Written By: Bill Hudley

    (Edited and revised)

    My flight from London had just landed at Atlanta International Airport and was on my way to the luggage area when my cell phone started vibrating. I took the call from my Mom who was almost frantic. My Dad was in Oregon on a business trip and my Grandparents in Florida had been in an auto accident, Gran was admitted to Sarasota Memorial and Dad couldn’t get away to go to them.

    I got my luggage and rushed to the ticket counter and booked myself on the next flight to St. Pete. I was bone tired, the flight from London was tiring enough, now I was flying out again without even going to my apartment in Atlanta. Mom didn’t have any details, just that Gran had some sort of head injury and Granddad was beside himself with worry about her.

    I’m Tatum Thibodeaux Thursam (can you believe that name!), 24 years old, 132 pounds strung out over a 5’7″ frame, with brown hair and green eyes. Despite the names chosen for me by my parents, I managed to survive Elementary and High School with only three or four fights a year. All of them because of my unfortunate name. I was called ‘Tater’ most all of my school days until I started college.

    I’ve always been smaller than the other guys in school and therefore always the last to be chosen for team sports during P.E. I learned to fight and by my third year in High School I had earned a reputation as a tough little guy who could hold his own even with the bigger guys. being able to defend myself physically stopped the taunting and teasing from the bullies, but I emained pretty much a loner through high school. The bright side of my ostracism was that I studied a lot, made great grades, and was easily accepted at Georgia Tech. The only school sport I got the chance to participate in was at College as a Diver on the Swim Team. Im diving, my small stature was an asset. I became good at diving and won some important events and still hold two state records and a one NCAA record..

    My Grand Parents gave me the London trip, plus a months expenses while exploring in London, as a present for my graduating with honors and earning my Masters in Electrical Engineering at Georgia Tech. I finished my Masters Degree requirements in mid August and I flew off to London on the first of day of September. I arrived back in Atlanta today, September 30th, collected my luggage and went directly to the ticket counter and bought a ticket to St. Petersburg, Florida. The connecting flight to Sarasota was a four hour wait so I rented a car and took off for Sarasota. The rental car had a GPS so I found the Hospital quickly and when I walked into the ER waiting room my Gramps burst into tears as he came rushing to me. He told me that there had been a fender bender accident, just minor damage to the cars but that Gran had bumped her head hard.

    We were still in the lobby area when Gran’s Doctor came to give Gramps an update. When Gramps introduced me a big smile lit up his handsome face.

    “Ahh, so you’re the fair-haired Grandson I’ve heard so many good things about. I’d like to chat with you later when you’ve had time to visit with your Grandmother.”

    Dr. Cooper assured us that Gran just had a bad bump to her head and he was fairly certain that nothing much should come of it. However, she is 76 years old and he wanted her to stay overnight for further observation.

    Wow! I wasn’t too tired to see that Gran’s Doctor is a hunk, tall, thin and beautiful. When talking to me he looked directly into my eyes. I know I didn’t hear all of what he was saying about Gran, I was mesmerized by his eyes, so green it was startling seeing them for the first time. Dr. Gorgeous made me feel weak in the knees, maybe it just because I’m so jet-lagged right now, or the fact that it’s been almost three months since I’ve had sex.

    I should add here that I have been gay as long as I have been aware of the pleasures this marvelous organ between my legs can give me. I was at college, first semester of my freshman year when, I had my first sexual experience with a man. I had jacked off with friends in high school, but never anything more than masturbation. At Tech, it was an upper classman and a Fraternity Brother that introduced me to pleasures of Man to Man Sex. If there had ever been any doubt about my sexual preference, it ended that night. I’m gay!

    If the good doctor still looks this good the next time I see him I might try to talk him into making a house call. He gave me a packet of papers for Gran, some instructions for exercise, some mumbo jumbo disclaimers and side effects advisories about the medications and the last page simply said…Campbell Cooper – 985-2519. Under the name was his cell number 227-1984 scribbled in ink. As I turned to leave I tripped and almost did a header into the wall, the Good Doctor stepped over quickly, steadying me and kept me upright. Damn, he smells so good!

    It was almost 6:00pm and I talked Gramps into going to the cafeteria for something to eat. He hasn’t eaten since breakfast. He surprised me by loading his tray with a lot more food than I ever thought he would eat, but to his credit, he ate almost every bite. All during our meal he kept thanking me for coming so quickly and how glad he was that it was me here instead of my Dad.

    “Don’t get me wrong Tatum, I love your Dad dearly, he’s my only Son, but he gets a bit bossy when he comes to visit with us. He treats us like we were his children instead of the other way around. With you, I can talk about any of our problems and you listen to us, treat us with respect and we love you for it. There are thousands of other reasons we love you to, but I know, we know, you’ll try your best to do what we want done. Your father wants everything done his way.”

    I laughed at the contempt he put into that last sentence.

    “Dad is a bit headstrong sometimes Gramps, I’ve often wondered how he manages his business dealings with his stubborn streak. I’m glad he didn’t pass that trait along to me. Mom says I’m like you, even tempered, never too high or too low and I calmly rationalize things out.”

    He smiled at me.

    “Your Mother is a very smart lady, we’ve often wondered how your Dad ever talked her into marrying him. Your a good boy Tatum, you being here has calmed me down. We need to finish up here and go see your Gran. She’s going to get a big surprise when you walk into her room.”

    “Gramps I want to thank you and Gran again for that wonderful trip to London. It is such a wonderful city, so alive and bustling. I’ve never enjoyed any place more.”

    Gran was sitting up looking out the window when I walked in with Gramps . He had me hide behind him and asked her if she was ready for a special gift. She laughed and said “great, are we going home?”

    He stepped aside and Gran squealed with elation.

    “TATUM! Oh! My sweet boy!”

    She wrapped me in her thin, fragile arms as I let her hug me to her. She’s so tiny I’m afraid to hug her too hard. Gran always smells of Lavender perfume, I think of her every time I smell it.

    “Seeing you here makes all this folderol worth the trouble. Let me look at you, Ahh I see, you take after your grandfather over there, you get more handsome every time I see you. You’re the best medicine I’ve had yet, when we get home you have to tell us all about your trip.”

    I managed to get Gramps home to their place at about 8:00pm, he went to sleep in his recliner and I went to sleep on the sofa. I woke at 2:00am, roused him up and to his bedroom and I headed for the guest room, we slept until 9:30. I got up, made coffee and oatmeal with buttered toast and we headed out to the hospital when we finished our breakfast.

    Near noon I went to the cafeteria for coffee and a piece of pie, and to give Gran and Gramps a break, some alone time. I had my tray and I turned to find a seat, I noticed a man waving, It was Dr. HUNK! Gran’s Doctor was sitting a few tables away waving me over to sit with him.

    I was surprised even a bit alarmed, hoping it wasn’t bad news about Gran, plus I was more than a little curious about this hunky young doctor. At first I first feared he would tell me some bad news about my Gram’s condition.

    As I approached he rose and held out his hand, I sat my tray down and we shook hands, I was a bit intimidated by his looks. Dr. Campbell Cooper is an extremely handsome man, at least in my eyes. I guessed him to be about 28, he’s tall, six feet or more, but thin, too thin I thought. I imagined him working straight through two shifts, regularly, and not eating nor sleeping as often as he should, as most young Medical Professionals are known to do.

    While I am a bit vertically challenged at 5’7″, I much prefer tall men, and I found plenty of them at college. Most times I was the pursued and most of those trying to seduce me, found me ready and willing to be seduced. All but two of my sex partners were in the School of Engineering at Georgia Tech. Through four plus years of College I had sex with ten guys, eight of them were fraternity brothers and two were guys I had met out clubbing.

    Back to Dr. Cooper, he has decided that Gran should stay one more night to be on the safe side, the way he smiled at me made me think that maybe he wanted me to hang around a bit longer, too. My Gaydar is nearly always spot on accurate, usually within a fetish or two. I’m certain that I’m getting signals that gorgeous Dr. Campbell Cooper is gay, and for some reason, interested in me, or I should say he likesthe way I look, he hasn’t had time to know anything about me with only one brief meeting before now.

    “Your Gran tells me you’ve just returned from a month in London. I’m so jealous, that is a dream trip I want to make someday.”

    “Yes, it’s the highlight of my life so far. I’ve always had an affinity for all things British, I could go and live there tomorrow.” I said.

    “Do you live here or are you just visiting your Grandparents?” Dr. Cooper asked.

    “I live in Atlanta, or I did. After finishing my Masters degree, I took off for London and haven’t been back there except to change planes and come here.” I said.

    “Well, Sarasota could certainly use some new blood and I’ll vote for you to stay here awhile.”

    I felt myself blushing.

    “Gee, I hope I wasn’t too forward, uh…may I call you Tatum?”

    “Please, just call me Tate, only my Grandparents call me Tatum, it’s my Gran’s maiden name, and no, you were not too forward. I’m beginning to feel that I might need the care of Doctor Cooper at any moment now.’

    He laughed loudly. Then leaned toward me and whispered.

    “I can assure you Tate, I will make a house call to care for you. I would like to take you to dinner one evening if you’re agreeable.”

    “That would be very nice Doctor, very nice indeed. I may begin my search for employment here instead of back in Atlanta.”

    Being nearer my Gran and Gramps has been in the back of my mind for a while now, sometimes they make me feel that I’m the most important person in their lives. I’m much more comfortable with Gran and Gramps than I am with my parents. At home with three kids, my folks had little time for anything but supporting and feeding a house full. The three of us are spaced two years apart, I’m 24, and the youngest. This is the perfect time to get a job near them so that I can see them regularly. They haven’t many good years left to them and I just want to share this time with them.

    “I wasn’t very excited about being in Sarasota at first, however it seems that my opinion of the City is changing favorably by the minute.”

    “Great! I have Monday and Tuesday off. Which night would you prefer for our dinner date.”

    “Monday of course, that way if things go well, we can do it again on Tuesday.” I said.

    “Hmm, I like the way you think Tate, and please call me Cam or Cameron.”

    He picked up a napkin and wrote his cell number down and gave it to me, I followed, giving him mine. We chatted a bit more. I learned that he is 28, earned his Medical degree at Duke and did his residency in Charlotte, NC. The Sarasota ER is his first job with a Doctor sized paycheck. He particularly likes working with the elderly patients he found here.

    “There has been an endless parade of Granddaughters who’ve ‘popped in’ to visit Grandmother or

    while her Doctor was consulting with her. But your delightful Grandparents had the good grace to present their very own and very handsome, young Grandson for my approval.”

    He told me that he really liked my grandparents, my Gran was inviting him to Dinner frequently since they met back when Gramps blew out his knee playing with a neighbor’s dog a year or so ago.

    “You’re Gran let me know that she was very sure that her Grandson and I would hit it off well. To her credit, she nailed me spot on. Physically you’re very near my ‘ideal mate’, looks wise, I’ll be a bit insecure at first. You are way too good looking to be interested in my skinny body. But you sure have caught my eye.”

    I laughed and said.

    “Catching your eye is one thing Cameron, keeping it is quite another. I should tell you straight away that I don’t do hook up sex and I don’t sleep around. Ideally I would like to date and see where our interests take us. My ultimate goal is finding a mate, my life partner; it’s quite obvious that a mutual attraction has already been achieved between us.”

    “Your Gran and Gramps know you’re gay? She told me that you would be the perfect young man for me to make friends with.”

    “Oh gosh, I’ve asked her time and time again to not do that. She and Gramps know I’m gay of course, and she has matchmaking in her DNA I think. I hope she didn’t embarrass you.”

    “Quite the contrary Tate. The more you and I talk, the more I think she has the gift. I certainly like what I’ve seen so far. My family knows about me too and they are so anxious that I settle down with someone and at least give them Granddogs.”

    I laughed at that. I really liked this Campbell Cooper, MD. He’s handsome, charming and with a clever wit. Aside from his obvious good looks there is a cuteness quality about him that drew me in like a magnet, I had this feeling that I wanted to kiss him, right here. I knew better, but I still wanted too.

    We finished our food and Cam had to get back to his patients. On our way he poked his head into a Doctors lounge and quickly pulled me inside. It was empty and he pressed his back to the wall pulled me up into a kiss that completely wrecked me.

    “Sorry for the surprise factor but that had to be done or I would have been useless the rest of this day.” Cam said.

    I know I stood there slack jawed, looking stupid, but I was shaking in my shoes. The Doctor knows how to kiss! I already wanted another.

    “How did you know…I was just thinking as we sat at the table that I wanted to kiss you…you can do it again if you want. I…”

    His mouth covered mine again and our tongues battled to get into the others mouth. I felt his hardness pressed against me and mine throbbed against him. We broke away, both a bit stunned by the intensity of the passion ignited by our kiss.

    “Come, we need to get out of here before someone comes in on us. Besides, we need to cool our jets a bit. I never expected a kiss to be that revealing. If this is any indication of things to come, I’ll need to send your Gran a bouquet of roses. Wow!”

    “That was intense! We had better get out of here like you said. But thanks and you are right. WOW!” I said.

    He stopped at the Nurses station and I went on to Gran’s room. When I entered her room she knew immediately that something was up with me. Probably, it was the stupid grin spread across my face that gave me away. Quietly so Gramps wouldn’t hear she asked.

    “Is it Dr. Cooper?”

    I had to laugh, but I looked at her and nodded my head yes as she broke into a mile wide grin and settled back into her pillows. She reached out for my hand and I took hers and she just looked at me smiling.

    “Now it’s all up to you Tatum, make something happen. You’re almost 25 years old. I had two children before I was your age. He is a good man Tatum, and almost as smart and as handsome as you are, you’ll be hard pressed to ever find a better man. Just remember that.”

    “Yes Ma’am I know, but we’ve only just met. We are going to dinner Monday night though.” I told her.

    She just gave me that smile again and said.

    “Just don’t mess it up Tatum, you are your father’s son and that worries me a bit. He would always mess up with the good ones. How he convinced you’re sweet Mother to marry him is beyond me.”

    Gramps roused from watching the Television and said.

    “Uh oh…what are you two cooking up over there, whispering and laughing can only mean she’s matchmaking again. She can’t help it, bless her heart. Her Momma was the same way. Watch out Tatum, she’ll be matching you up with her Doctor before you know it.”

    Gran looked at me and rolled her eyes.

    “He’s mine and I love him, but heaven knows, he is slow to pick up on things sometimes.”

    About an hour later I went outside to the courtyard to get some fresh air and to give Gran and Gramps some time alone. I also had hoped to get a glimpse of Dr. Hot Lips while I was out but no luck in that. I went back to her room and there he was, Dr. Hot Lips in the flesh. He was facing away from me while taking her pulse. He had turned to make a note on her chart when he saw me. He smiled a snarky little smile like he knew something no one else knew, then wrote on her chart. Once he was through he turned to me and gave me that snarky smile again. He thanked them again for suggesting we meet. He told Gran that she should start a matchmaking business.

    Gramps spoke up.

    “Don’t encourage her Doctor. She’s bad enough as it is.”

    Dr. Cooper told them that after re-evaluating her condition she could be discharged and go home this afternoon. He asked me to come with him and he’d give me the necessary paperwork for Gramps to sign. After getting the paperwork done he took my elbow and walked me down the hall to another lounge. We met two nurses coming out as he led me in. He stood with his back to the door and pulled me into another of those mind blowing kisses of his. I was helpless, he could have done anything he wanted with me right then.

    After we parted he looked at me for a second or two before speaking. It was like he was searching my mind, looking into my soul or something. It gave my stomach a flip flop, like a gut punch.

    “This is crazy! I should never be stealing kisses from you in the Doctors Lounge. You make me do crazy things Tate! It’s only Friday, but would you be willing to meet me for dinner here tomorrow, we’re still on for Monday but I don’t want to wait until Monday to see you again. zWe’ll just talk and eat, no sneaking into the lounge for kissing.”

    “In that case could you come out to my car for a bit. We could find a secluded spot and sneak a kiss or two there.” I said.

    “So it isn’t just me, you like it too?” he asked.

    “Yes, since the first one, it’s always on my mind. You are a very good kisser Dr. Hot Lips. I think I may always want to kiss you.”

    He called my cell three times on Saturday, twice just to chat for a few minutes and on the third to tell me it was time for his dinner break. I took him a large mocha latte from Starbucks and we sat in the cafeteria, both of us giddy with the feelings of our new adventure. I was starry eyed when I left him. He called again at midnight like he had promised he would, just to wish me sweet dreams and say good night.

    He certainly knew all the right things to do to make me fall for him. I had the nervous, excited, anxious anticipation feeling that we get when we begin to really like someone and think about them constantly, hoping that by some miracle that they will like you like you like them.

    Cam stayed at the hospital all night and called me at ten on Sunday Morning. He would be off duty from six o’clock Sunday evening until midnight Tuesday. He wanted me to go home with him after his long shift but I finally convinced him that we would both have a much better time on our dinner date if he stayed awake, he got the message and slept. He called me at 2pm, ready to start our dinner date.

    We talked and decided that we would meet at the Mall. It’s about halfway between Cam’s Apartment and my Grandparents home. I knew better than to go to his place, we would never get out the door and would wind up in his bed. I told Gran and Gramps that I would be late getting in tonight and to call me if they needed me.

    We met at the Mall and I parked Gramps 1967 El Dorado. It’s restored and modernized to fit in with today’s cars with 4-wheel disc brakes, engine modifications to accommodate todays fuel, this car is absolutely a knockout, done in black on black. Crowds gather at traffic stops to see the car. It has been washed and vacuumed every week, and polished and waxed every month since Gramps bought it new. The fender bender happened when Gran was driving her car, a two year old Honda sedan.

    I jumped into Cam’s one year old Mustang Convertible, dark metallic grey with saddle tan top and saddle tan leather interior. It was a super nice car, I had no idea that it would be so nice inside.

    Cam drove to Washington Blvd. and pulled into the parking lot at Bellagio, a well known local Italian Restaurant, the best in the city, I was told. The food was wonderful and the Sangria made fresh at our table was out of this world. We talked and laughed and found that we had a lot more in common other than this huge, raw, sexual attraction we each feel for the other. We like the same books, the same types of movies, horseback riding, pets, the beach, traveling, Parasailing and College Football.

    Everything is easy when I’m around Cameron. No nerves, just friends having a good time. After dinner we drove to Lido Beach and walked in the edge of the surf with pant legs rolled up and shoes and socks back at the car.

    Cameron told me all about his family; how he loves working with the elderly here, he told me he had been thinking of buying a home here, a Condo really, but he said he was putting that on hold while we get to know each other.

    “Why would you wait about that just because you met me?” I asked.

    “If this thing between us goes along like I hope it will, you’ll have to like the new place too. If we get that far, I think we will want a house, not a condo. How’s that for looking down the road, Tate?”

    “Jeez, Cam, really?

    “Yeah, there’s no rush for a new place; I really do like you Tate . I mean I really, really like you. You’re the first guy I’ve met here that has given me any hope of finding my one guy.”

    I turned to look at his handsome profile, he looked at me quickly, winked and put an arm across my shoulders. In another few minutes we stopped walking and started to turn around and head back. He looked around and saw that we were in the dark, out of range of the street lamps in the parking area. He turned me, bent his head down and pulled me into a kiss. This one lasted for a couple of hours it seemed, I put my arms around his neck and just held on. His kisses turn my legs to jelly, I held on tight to keep from falling.

    Afterwards we walked back toward the car, arms around each other, his over my shoulder, mine around his waist with my fingers tucked inside the waistband of his slacks. Being together like this felt so natural, like we were together and had been this way for a long time, when in reality we had only known each other for four days. I’ve never felt like this before.

    When he pulled up beside Gramps Eldorado, I didn’t want to this night to end, I didn’t want to leave him. He kissed me goodnight and I reluctantly got into the Caddy and watched Cam drive out of sight. Just as I was pulling into the drive at my Grandparents house my cell vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out and it was Cam telling me what a wonderful night he had and how he wanted to spend part of the day with me. He would be off duty until one P.M. and asked it I wanted to grab lunch.

    “Yes I’d love to have lunch with you Cameron, but how about a Quick Picnic at the beach? I’ll bring a surprise lunch for you. I’ll pick you up.at Ten o’clock, we’ll drive to the beach, soak up some sun then have a picnic lunch before you have to go to the hospital. See you then!”

    “Nine O’clock, not Ten.” Cam shouted at the phone. Please, 9am.

    “You need the sleep Cam.”

    “What I need Tate Thursam, is every single minute I can get with you. I’ll be ready at 9 am.”

    “Okay, okay, I give. Nine AM it is. You need to know up front that I’m the caregiver type, I got a double dose of those genes from both of my Grandmothers. You get a good nights sleep, Sweet dreams Cam.”

    Jeez, he was insisting that we have another hour together! Hmmm. I was up early searching the Internet and found a 24 hour Whole Foods Market over on First street and picked up the makings for a Caesar Salad. From the prepared food section I selected Sliced Asian Chicken Breast, Sautéed and topped with a Sesame Wasabi sauce, A bottle of Moscato d’Asti and a Mango-Passion fruit dessert. I rushed over to the World Market and picked out a nice basket, dishes and wine glasses and then back to the house by 7:30am to get things ready.

    The salad was in different containers ready for assembly when we sat down at the concrete table at the beach. I laid out the a table cloth and food, then put the Caesar Salad together. Cameron’s eyes were wide and his mouth open. When I poured the wine he regained his speech.

    “Wow, what a spread! Did you do this or have it done.”

    “I just put it all together Cam, you can do wonders with a idea and a debit card at the Whole Foods Market.”

    From the time I was a little kid, Mom and Dad took me with them to the Summer Concerts at Chastain Park in Atlanta, we went there at least once a year, more often most years, until I went to college. There we some great shows I remember.

    My folks dated and married in the disco era and loved the big, full orchestral arrangements, even as a kid I couldn’t be still listening to their music. We took picnics to the Concerts and over the years our tables improved until we were on the fifth row of tables. Some folks saw it as a competition, trying to one up the others with their elaborate table settings and gourmet food.

    But really, Great Grandmothers 12 taper Sterling Silver Candelabra on a concrete picnic table? Puh-leeze! Granted, Grannies finest china, crystal and silver were also set out. The saddest part though was that we could see 5 or 6 silver candelabras in sight, without turning around. Lucky for us Mom was more into good food than the trappings. Anyway, I can do a picnic fast and fabulous”

    “You are always surprising me Tate. This food is absolutely wonderful!”

    “I’m so glad you like it Cam, I wasn’t sure what you liked but I figured that anything that wasn’t from the Hospital Cafeteria would go over well. I’m learning to cook too, I still have a lot to learn but it is fun experimenting with new dishes.”

    We laughed and talked while we ate, beneath the table our legs and feet were touching the entire time we were there. Long before we were ready for it, Cam had to get back to work. Back at the Hospital he ordered me to the back row of the parking lot. As soon as I put the car in park Cam was pulling me into another of his mind altering kisses. I never resisted him, the instant his lips and tongue touch mine, he has complete power over me, my only thought is please, please don’t stop!

    Gasping for breath, I drove us to the ER entrance and Cam winked and squeezed my hand. as he got out of the car.

    “Thank you for the wonderful surprise lunch Tate. I don’t want to rush us but all I can think of now is you and I making love. Think about it, when you are ready so am I. By the way, I’ve sent two dozen yellow roses to your Gran along with a note of thanks. See you after work I hope. You’re driving me to distraction, you know, I think about you constantly and crave your presence.”

    “Yeah, I know Cam, it’s the same with me. Get to work Hotlips, I’ll see you after your shift.”

    He turned and jogged into the ER and I watched his body move, uh…really I just watched his cute little butt as he ran inside. This man has me gaga for him in less than a week. I can’t keep the smile off my face these days.

    Back at the house with Gram and Gramps, I was almost giddy. When I got there they were out on the Lanai having their afternoon cocktail, I took a quick glance at my watch and smiled when I saw that it was 1:08pm. On the coffee table in front of them sat the largest arrangement of yellow roses I have ever seen. When I walked in they both laughed.

    “Okay Tatum, sit down and tell us about him. You have a silly grin on your face, you look very much like a young man in love. Tell us about him.” Gran said pointing to the roses.

    I blushed, embarrassed that they read my thoughts so easily. Driving to their place I had been thinking that I was falling fast for Cameron. He is all I can think about these days.

    I have always been able to talk with Gran and Gramps about my personal life, things I wouldn’t even think of telling my parents about it. They’ve never judged me, they’ve always encouraged me to follow my dreams and my heart in work, in love and at play. Their secret to a happy, productive life.

    I told them all I knew about Cameron, what a good person he is, how I really liked him, how he says he really likes me and that I was thinking of staying here for a while, looking for a job here. I explained that I had started thinking about living closer to them while I was still in London. I was thinking of settling in Tampa or St. Pete at that time.

    I knew that I really wanted to get out of Atlanta for a while. I’ve lived there all my life and I want to experience other places, Sarasota made the list only because of Gran and Gramps at first, but now with Cameron a real possibility in my life, Sarasota is where I have to be. I already know that if he askes me…I would live with him, love him and we would work at building a future together. I laughed and thought. ‘Hows that for looking down the road Cam? I’ll see your house and raise you our future together!’

    Gran and Gramps got very excited at the prospect of having me in town. I know that having family close is a comfort for them as they age, but they were so happy that it would be me there with them. My sister has her own family in Virginia and my brother has his in Atlanta but neither of them are as close to our Dad’s parents as I am.

    We have fun together, playing cards, going for a drive, out for dinner, I play Golf with Gramps, I take Gran shopping and to the Symphony when Gramps begs off. She drags me after her into all the shops she frequents just to show off her Grandson, a graduate of Georgia Tech and a hell of an Electrical Engineer!

    Gran and Gramps are fun people. I remembered them playing records and dancing in the dining room when I was a kid. I like them as people and have a good time with them. The fact that they are family is just a bonus. Of course they both approved of Cameron, doesn’t every Grandparent want their Grandchild to marry a Doctor!

    It is Monday and Cam’s shift ends at nine tonight night and he doesn’t return to work until one o’clock Thursday afternoon. When he called at five he was grabbing a bite at the cafeteria.

    “So Tate, what would you like to do this evening, the beach, a movie, you name it, I’m yours until Thursday, 1 pm.

    “In that case, we’ll eat at the beach, and walk off into the dark places for kissing for a few hours.”

    I did another picnic, dinner this time, I just want it to be him and me there, no crowds, just Cam and me. Damn, he makes me feel so good. When I hang around his neck as he kisses me, I feel his hardness against me, I’m sure he feels mine. Each hour that passes makes it harder to keep from dragging him to the bed and having my way with him.

    When we broke the kiss, he leaned his head forward and rested his forehead against mine and he hugged me to him, his eyes were closed, I felt his hardness pressing into me just above my own, he groaned as he ground against me. I pushed him back and looked up to him.

    “Let’s go to your apartment, There’s only one thing I want Cameron. I want us to be in your bed making love tonight. It’s what we both want, you and I making love. That’s the next step for us. I’m ready for this…we’re ready for this.”

    “You know I’m crazy mad for you already, Babe. LET”S GO!”

    We ran back to get our gear at the picnic table, threw it all into the trunk and we sped off to the hospital parking lot. I followed Cam from the hospital to his apartment. Once in the door he had me in his arms and our lips and tongues working overtime, like we would never have this chance again.

    When the initial frenzy had died down a bit we just stood there, his forehead bent forward to touch mine and he just held me close. Nothing was said, at last he straightened and pressed my head to his chest and let out a long drawn out sigh.

    “This is your chance to change your mind Tate. I’ll wait if you want to.”

    “I want you Cameron, you want me. I can’t imagine that either of us will be so awful in bed that the other will be turned off completely. I really do picture it quite the opposite.”

    “Me too! We’ve been sizzling hot from the start. I don’t see that slowing down for a while either.”

    “Cam, right now we are at the point where we have to make love so we can think rationally again. We’re both at the boiling point and sex will either take this edge off or we’re gonna fuck until Thursday. Either way we’ll be able to think clearer after tonight or by Thursday morning.”

    “Do you really mean that Tate. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you into this.”

    “This is all so different for me Cam, nothing like you has ever happened to me, it’s like we started in the middle of the book of Cam and Tate, instead on on page one. That’s why I’m willing for us to go to bed now. That’s funny, ‘willing’ is completely the wrong adjective. I may drag you there if we wait much longer.”

    Reaching for me, Cam pulled me into our most intense kiss yet. We were both moaning into the other’s mouth, our bodies writhing and grinding against each other. Breaking apart for air, our chests heaved and we were covered in a sheen of sweat. I struggled to speak.

    “Come to bed Cam, come make love with me.”

    He managed to move his feet and we moved to his bedroom. I pulled at his scrub top and tee shirt and he held his arms up for me to pull them off. When I saw his chest covered in long silky brown hair I made a whimpering sound somewhere deep inside me and lay my cheek against his chest and sighed. My eyes were closed as I hugged to him.

    “I love your hairy body, you feel so good against me and you smell so good!”

    He bent to kiss me again and I turned to accept his lips. While we were kissing something in me snapped, I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his scrub pants and boxer shorts to the floor. His long cock slapped hard against his stomach and came to rest pointing at my chin. I buried my face in his crotch, inhaling his scent, nuzzling against his scrotum. I took his long, hard cock in my hand, looked up to his eyes as I took him into my mouth.

    Cam whimpered as I suckled on his magnificent cock, it was about three inches longer than what my fist covered. There was also a wide gap between my fingers encircling his shaft. Mmm…Dr. HotLips has a big one! He is so beautiful lying there that I involuntarily let a moan escape my chest.

    Cam is too thin I think,but he says he’s always been like this. No matter what he eats he never gains weight, he is thin, er..maybe Lean is the better word for him, lean, wiry and well muscled, there is no fat on him, even his perfect little round butt is rock hard.

    JEEZ! That butt, that big cock, standing tall and hard, throbbing, leaking his pre cum in anticipation, all just there waiting for me. I stood, tore my clothes from my body in seconds and leaped in between Cam’s hairy, muscled thighs. Roughly I took his cock again and pushed until his cockhead was down my throat. Cam had fistfuls of bedding in each hand as he tossed his head back and forth calling out my name.

    I was possessed, I couldn’t stop, I had to have his semen in me, I had to taste him. I heard his voice but his words didn’t register, I felt his hand pulling at my shoulders but I wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. Not now!

    I heard him cry out in surprise, then he shouted my name as he filled me with his semen. I nursed at his limp cock until he became too sensitive to my touch. Moving up, he pulled me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my neck, his body trembling. He pulled back and looked me in the eye.

    “You’re never leaving here. Consider yourself under house arrest, I don’t want to chance you going out and meeting someone else. No chance Bub.”

    Hugging him to me I stretched out, tightly pressed against him, we both moaned as we held our naked bodies together for the first time. Kissing me, Cam rolled us over until I was on my back, him hovering over me. He pulled away to look at me.

    “Oh migod…Tate…what a perfect body you have, so ripped and toned. Your muscles are freaking unbelievable. Your body reminds me of a wet dream I had in my teens about my perfect man. I sure hope you’re not disappointed with me. I’m tall, too skinny and hairy. My one saving grace is that I have the hots for you big time Tate Thursam. Jeez…you are so beautiful.”

    Cam lay back beside me, his chin resting atop my head as I clung to him. Cam pushed his hand between us and grasped my aching cock.

    “YIKES! That better be you arm! HOLY SHIT!!! Tate! You little guys sure do pack big surprises. I knew it was big after feeling it up against me last night but seeing it up close, WOW! Your cock is huge!”

    Holding our cocks together I said…

    “Look, we’re both nearly the same size, there’s not much difference, my body is just smaller than yours, making it seem bigger, Ummm, let’s stop talking , holding you like this, ah…it’s the most wonderful feeling.”

    Cam kissed my closed eyes, then down to my neck, nibbling, kissing, he opened his mouth and sucked on my chin, making me squirm about on the bed. He tongued my Adam’s Apple and licked my skin down into the little valley made by my collar bone. He could hear my breathing getting raspy and ragged. With both hands he played an rubbed my pecs. When his fingers found my hard nipples he rolled them between his thumb and forefingers causing me to arch my back and push my chest up higher. I groaned loudly and arched up as he took my right nip into his mouth and sucked and bit at it, making me yell out a loud groan.

    Cam moved and crouched on my hips, his knees at my sides. He leaned close and kissed me, moving down he lightly nipped at a nipple, further down he licked and kissed my my skin. He felt my cock bobbing and bumping against his butt. With my tongue licking and kissing him, Cam reached back and placed my cock against his anus and pushed back against me. Cam moaned louder then moved and rolled onto his side facing me. Raising up on his elbow he leaned in and kissed me, soft and gentle. He stared intently into my eyes for a bit.

    “Tate, we need to slow down, I want to explore your body too. It’s so perfect I want to kiss and lick every inch of you.”

    “Sure thing Cam, but first I gotta go pee.”

    When I stood to go into the bath Cam groaned aloud again. I looked back over my shoulder.

    “You okay Cam?”

    “NO! You’re killing me here Tate. Ohmigod, you are so beautiful. That face, your perfect body and now that perfect bubble butt. How on earth can someone like you be interested in me?”

    I turned and went back to him, I sat on the bed and pulled him up and kissed him. This time it was me making him weak with my kiss. When we broke apart his chest was heaving again and he had a surprised look on his face.

    “You’re a very handsome man.” I said. “The moment we met I went into a cold sweat. You were and still are the sexiest man I ever known. That’s how I can be interested you, uh…we passed being interested in each other on day two if I remember correctly. It’s the way you make me feel Cam, get it through that head of yours. I’m crazy for you and there a very good chance that I’ll wake up tomorrow even more crazy about you. Now I really have to pee. Don’t move.”

    I returned at a run and leaped into bed beside him, he laughed and said…

    “My very own Angel dropped from Heaven. “

    I stretched my naked body atop him, loving all the hair on his sexy, hot body. I knew I was past infatuation, already lost and under his spell. I was sure Cam was sincere and that he was just as taken with me as I am with him. It’s all so new to me . I know I’m falling in love bit by bit. If he is too then it is the greatest thing I’ve ever been a part of.

    “Tate? Hello Tate…you in there? TATE!

    “Oh, I’m sorry Babe, I was just thinking how crazy, mad I am for you. There’s this big monumental thing happening here with us and it’s all so new to me.”

    “I know Tate, it’s all new to me too. But right now I have the most perfect body I’ve ever seen in my arms and I want to explore every inch of it with my tongue. Um, just lie there and let me worship you.”

    Cameron’s tongue and fingers trailed fire over my body everywhere he licked, kissed and touched me. His lips, tongue and teeth all kissing, licking and biting at my nipples had me near ejaculation before he moved down my trembling body, now covered in goose flesh as his lips, hands and that hairy body all rubbing against me, keeping me near the edge of orgasm.

    Just like the old cartoons on Saturday morning TV when we were kids, when we kissed, bells rang, whistles blew, sirens wailed, carrillions chimed, fireworks filled the air. Large Starbursts, exploding, then cascading down and into smaller starbursts, Steam came from my ears and my hat spun on my head! I felt like all those old cartoon gags were really happening that first time we kissed, naked, laying together in bed.

    I was surprised that Cam when asked me to top him. I can’t blame him, I do love to bottom for my top anytime. He’ll have to give it up too, not often, but sometimes I’ll top him just need to teach him a little humility by nailing his butt to the mattress.

    Now it my turn, Cam lies on his back and I can see in his eyes that he’s giving himself over to me.. He trusts me and from the look I see on his handsome face, he loves me too. I think he’ll be abe so see that it’s mutual.

    Crawling up between his legs I kissed and licked my way up to his lips. We joined in a tender loving kiss, that told me how much he already cares. Raising up to my knees, I took the lube he had placed by the pillow and began to lube him up. When my fingers entered him he whimpered as I stroked the inside of his rectum. With the addition of eachj finger he became more vocal, finally, with four fingers and more than half my hand inside him, Cam began pleading for me to fuck him. With a twist of my wrist, I turne my hand inside him and stroked his prostate several times. He howeled as each spurt of semen accumulated on his stomach with each stroke against his magic button.

    “Oh god Tate, put that big cock of your where it belongs. Fuck me Tate, take me, I want you in me. Fuck me Babe, ride me hard. I want you so much, I need you Tate. Do me.”

    One last glob of lube coated my cock and I knee walked up against his but, he held his legs wide and two pillows were uinder his perfect little but. Cam moaned when he felt the spongy head of my cock bumpng agains’t he anus. I steadied my cock with one hand and he pulled at the backs of my thigns with his hands. He pulled me into him in one long rush, a loud ungh came from him when I ground hard against him. He had all of me in him as he held me tightly against him and circled his hips loving the feeling of my hard spike deep inside him. Suddenly,m his eyes opened and his hips moved in a blur as he fucked mu cock. He was in a frenzy, and suddenly, he turned us and it was me on my back as Cameron rode my cock. Now his hips could move at a blinding speed and he rode my hard cock to our magical orgasm.

    His cum covered him and the bed. I fell atop his body, his arms went around me to hold me there while my body did a reboot, and like a 24 year old computer, the reboot was slow. When we could finally move I slid off him to one side and he turned at stared at me with a look of disbelief. There just aren’t any words that haven’t been used before. Nothing in all my experience, could have ever described the feelings coursing through my body as my orgasm coated his rectum with my semen. I was near tears at the end, I know now that he loves me, I could see it on his face.

    I’ve never made love to someone I love before. This is unbelievable!

    Later as I lay there beside him, watching him sleep and counting the breaths he took, I knew I am completely and helplessly captivated by him. It is possible he could wake and tell me to leave. But I saw it in his eyes, he feels it too. When he wakes I truly believe he will be as shaken to his core as I am by our act of love. I lay my head onto his hairy chest and put an arm across him and closed my eyes as he slept, lost in the wonder of him, thinking, hoping that just maybe this is it, it sure feels like he’s The One I’ve wanted most of my adult life.

    Sometime just before dawn, I woke to him kissing my body as he moved down to love on me again. He looked up and I was watching him as he kissed, licked and fondled various places on my body. Seeing that I was awake he smiled and said.

    “Good morning you beautiful man. I hope you like it here because I may never let you leave. What we did last night was amazing. We’ve jumped months ahead in just one night. There is no way that I could ever tire of what we experienced last night.

    I need you to talk to me Tate. Let me know what you feel. As for me, I want you right here. There are nights now that I stay at the hospital but I can change that, If you are here, I’ll be here to be with you. Just talk to me, let me know what you want.”

    “I want us to spend more time together, everyday living, every night loving, that’s what I want Cam. I’ll begin my job search here right away. Being with you is all that matters now.”

    Cam crawled up to lay beside me and he hugged me to him and I felt his body trembling.

    “Cam are you okay, you’re trembling.?”

    “Its just the build up and culmination of these fantastic few days. WOW! That’s great we agree. I’m The One Tate. I’m the one who’ll love you forever, we’re onto something special here. I know how crazy it sounds but I know us already. We’ll go to movies, eat out, or I’ll cook in. Maybe go up to St. Pete to go dancing, or the beach at night. There will be an endless list of things we want to do together.”

    “Yeah, I agree. Sure thing, Tate, but first we need a little more of this.”

    He pulled me up into a kiss again, my arms around his neck and my body stretched out on top of his hairy body, he held me in his embrace as his lips and tongue fried my brain. I rubbed my body all over him, the feel of him against my skin is addictive, the more I get of him the more I have to have.

    Kissing has always been a big favorite with me but I’ve never had anyone kiss me like Cameron does. His kisses make me limp, his tongue, those lips, the way he likes to nibble on my neck and earlobes too, both hot spots that get me breathing heavy and ready for more.

    When his hand went down my back and he cupped my butt cheek in his hand, I moaned again. When his finger grazed over my opening, I lost control and ejaculated over both our stomachs as he kissed me and pushed at my anus.”

    “Oh man, me too Tate. When I touched your opening, I couldn’t hold it back, I climaxed too. We both were lost in in that kiss. Now we really need to shower. But kissing you is so freaking good I don’t ever want to stop.”

    We made it to the shower, lips still locked together until we realized that we had to break apart to get into the shower stall. Inside, he pulled me against his chest as the warm water flowed over us.

    “Oh Can, you feel so good, I love your hairy body, plus this long, fat cock of yours has me itching to have it inside me. Ooo, it’s gonna be a tight fit no matter where we try to put it, for the first few times, anyway. I want you inside me Cameron, make love with me, please.

    Cam held me against him, I love rubbing against that hairy chest, searching for his nipples with my tongue while he soaped and washed my back. When he ran both hands down to cup my butt I shivered again, and when he soaped the crack of my butt I moaned out loud like a slut. He spent a lot of time making me moan, just one finger easing in a bit then out again.

    With one finger circling, probing, and making room for more fingers, he had me wiggling like a worm on a fishhook. I straightened and turned facing the front shower wall, bracing myself, I arched my back and raised my butt ready for his entry. Cam ate at my butt a bit to get me good and slick, then added lube, squirting the tube into me for my added comfort.

    Cam slowly inched his way inside me. Slowly, steadily at first until we ground hard against each other, I made a loud grunt when his cock slammed hard, filling my rectum to near bursting, I feared. There was a bit of pain, I tried hard to master it, then as the pain subsided, I felt the pure unadulterated lust as his long, fat cock filled me. The lust won out and the pain disappeared as he settled into a gentle rocking motion. I clinched my rectum and effectively milked his hard cock deep inside me. This time all the tender, loving, touching feelings were left behind. This was lust, pure and simple. Cam became a wild man riding my ass, his deep thrust accompanied by his tongue in my ear sent me to that place, every good bottom knows how to find, that zone, that place that’s centered around the cockinside me, pumping hard, filling me.

    “Aww jeez baby, that’s it! Fuck me Cam, Fuck your Tate. Fuck me!”

    There is absolutely no feeling on earth like busting a nut with a hard cock lodged deep in my butt. We both had to sit down on the floor of the shower, our legs too weak to keep us upright after that orgasm. When we finally stood, he stood behind and turned me so that my back was against his chest and his cock, still hard, pressing just above my buttocks. Cam was fascinated with my body and my hard cock, he soaped and washed and jacked it until I had to ask him to stop before I ejaculated again.

    I took my turn soaping and rubbing his long and lean body, after his front side was rinsed I went to my knees and took his fat cock into my mouth but I could only get about a third of it in. I rose to move behind him and soaped up and washed him thoroughly and turned him to rinse. Again I went to my knees and surprised him by spreading his cheeks and stabbing his hole with my tongue. He yelled first then settled into moans and groans.

    He leaned over, hands on the front shower wall and stuck his butt out, I made a feast of Cameron’s ass. He begged me to stop as he neared climax. We both were about to blow so we backed off and got out of the shower. We dried each other with towels, there was lots of kissing while we rubbed each other dry, then finally, Cam took my hand and led me to his bed.

    Pressing myself against his tall, thin, lanky body, covered with soft brown hair was ecstasy for me. I threw a leg over him and glued myself to him. I surrendered right then. I have no will where Cameron is concerned. I’ll do anything he wants just to stay here holding him to me tightly, the wet softness of his mouth on mine, his hairy body on me. I’ll never want to leave his bed. Without me realizing what he was doing, suddenly he was on his back and I was on top of him. He opened his legs wide and looked into my eyes.

    “Love me Tate, fill me with your love. I need you in me, give me all of your fat cock…Please.”

    Cam handed me the lube and I worked my fingers inside him. In a matter of moments he was writhing and moaning. I lubed my cock and placed it at his opening and gently pushed, Cameron pushed down and suddenly I was inside him. His eyes went wide then shut in a grimace of pain. I lay still then, whispering to him how wonderful he is, how much I wanted to please and pleasure him, how good we are together, how I felt when we made love, how I know he cares for me, I see it in his face. In a few moments Cam pulled gently on my thighs, signaling me to go deeper. I started my slow, deliberate, delicious slide into the heat of his bowels.

    When all of me was inside him he thrust hard against my cock, then circled his hips, grinding against me, he settled into moving his hips in a furious back and forth action, fucking my hard cock deep inside him. Slowing his hips, Cam moaned loudly. I pulled back quickly and plunged deep again. Soon I had my rhythm, in and out fast, hard, deep, grind. We settled into rhythm of the fuck, The absolute joy and ecstasy of two souls joined in the most primal of Natures forces, we fucked!

    There was a moment just prior to his climax that Cameron’s face glowed in rapture, he was lost to everything but my cock churning in his guts. Fuck out, fuck in, fuck out, fuck in. His breathing came in gasps, his arm went around my neck and pulled me into a kiss, our tongues battling while my cock plunged in and out his butt. His thrashing about on the bed and the look on his face made me know he was at the brink. I plunged down and ground my pelvis hard against him, Cam screamed out my name as his semen flew over his head, my orgasm followed closely after his, as I filled his velvet tunnel. I collapsed atop his cum covered torso gasping in great gulps of air. Lying here, my body draped on his, my head on his chest, an arm across him, felt so natural and comfortable. I am safe here, I am with the man I love.

    We woke glued together with his semen; I peeled myself away from him to lay on my side and he began to breathe easier. There was a wonderful ache deep in my testicles and I knew from last night that Cam would be feeling that wonderful ache in his rectum also. What we had just done was even more stupendous than last night. I never knew that the emotional mind fuck could be so much more satisfying, or more complete than the physical orgasm. I felt him move and hug me to him with his arm around me. I looked up to his face and he was was looking at me, wide eyed and questioning.

    “What The Fuck was that! I’ve never felt anything so intensely, I’m so completely fucked. That was beyond belief. Who are you? What are you doing to me.?

    “I’m your guy Cameron. I’m The One”

    He pulled me closer with his arm, kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes.

    “Yes you are. You are the one for me. I give!, I surrender, I’m lost to your spell Tate. You are The One.!”

    I woke just before noon, made my way to the bathroom, then to the kitchen and started our coffee. I was sitting at the island sipping my coffee and grinning like the Cheshire Cat when a sleepy and veru mussed Cam came in, still groggy, he kissed me lightly and filled his cup. He sat beside me and lay his head over onto my shoulder, putting his arms around me.

    “Hmm…you know you have to come live with me now, I want you here, I need you with me. Please, say yes.”

    I put my hand up to his cheek.

    “Yes!”

    He straightened and looked at me. He wasn’t smiling but had a serious look as he stared at me.

    “Tate, if you stay, there’s no turning back. We’ll start our journey together as partners.”

    I kissed him lightly, we parted slowly, I held his beautiful face in my hands and looked into those emerald green eyes.

    “I’m staying Cameron.”

    We were both standing now, Cam’s arms holding us together tightly, my face against his chest. Being seven inches shorter than Cam made me a perfect fit against his furry body. There was a moment then, when we were just holding each other; I knew I was heels over head in love and in that moment, I knew for certain that I’ve found the love of my life! Tears streamed down my cheeks. I never knew anyone could be so happy as I am now.

    We finally had to leave his place Monday morning for coffee and some breakfast, both of us were too tired to cook. I checked in with Gran last night and told her Cam and I were learning to just be together. She was a bit smug telling me that she told me so.

    The fire was still raging inside me for him. This burning lust he’s created in me made me feel a little crazy, the feelings he stirs in my mind and body are so wonderful. Laying here with him, getting to make love with him, just thinking about it brings a lump to my throat.

    “Tate, there’s a diner a couple of blocks over that serves breakfast 24/7, I need to eat something beside you! We need food.”

    After we ordered we sat side by side in the booth, making sure we weren’t seen, I took his hand and placed it on my erect cock in my jeans.

    “See what you do to me Dr. Cooper. It’s always like this when we’re together.”

    He held it firmly, squeezed it a couple of times and smiled and said…

    “There…now we both have boners.”

    He gave a little jerk as I moved my hand to his hard cock. I felt a chill run over me when I put my hand in his lap. I gently caressed and kneaded his hard cock, making him squirm in his seat. I love his long, fat cock, nothing has ever made me feel the emotions and raw lust like his cock inside me does. Luckily, we saw the server coming with our food and I withdrew my hand.

    We both ate a huge breakfast, with our legs pressed against each other we maintained body contact the entire time we were eating. On our way back to his place we stopped for grocery shopping, getting food for our dinner tonight. At home we put away the food and Cam asked if I would run with him today.

    I got my gym bag from the car and changed into shorts and running shoes, and off we went. While we were running I let Cam get a few steps ahead so I could watch his body move. Watching him run, I began to understand his body, he’s built like a Track and Field Athlete. His lean, hard body seems to work every muscle as he runs. I admit that most of the time I was watching him, my eyes were on his cute little butt. I remembered our frenzied fuck, when he sat astride my hips and rode my cock deep inside him.

    It’s a beautiful day, mid 70’s with white billowy clouds. I was surprised when Cam told me we were going out to Lido Key and run through the park there. He told me how the Parklands were left as natural as possible.

    We’d been running for about thirty minutes when he veered off the trail onto a little used footpath. I followed, everything here was new to me. I was looking at everything, the trees, the birds, often I caught a glimpse of the Gulf through the flora and fauna. I must have slowed my pace as I looked about, and I lost sight of Cam. Speeding up I quickly caught up as he stood still facing me as I ran to him.

    I slowed, seeing the look on his face I knew that we were about to make love here in Lido Park. We found a clearing that was surrounded by chest high grasses. The perfect place. Runners or Hiker’s could come within a few feet and never know two guys were sucking cock right beside their path.

    I had expected that when I found my partner that I would mostly be the one to bottom when we were making love. Having a preference for tall, virile men, that usually meant that I was gonna get fucked and I’ve never complained. I love it! Cameron surprised me our first time when he asked me to top him. Since that first time, I’ve topped him more than I’ve bottomed. I’ve even learned to really like the role, seeing the look on his face when he hits the zone is enough to keep me pounding his cute little butt for the rest of our days. Besides, I get plenty of attention from him.

    We were quite a sight I’m sure with this handsome, 6’2″ lean machine and the 5’7″ 132 pound little shrimp of a guy running down the street together. I tried to remember the last time I’d gon for a run and decided that it was the day before I left London to come home.

    My too long of a layoff from running showed, I was barely able to make five miles, usually I didn’t struggle until near the nine mile mark. Cam could have easily run five more miles today. I told him that I’d get better, just out of practice.

    “Hey, I’ve had other things on my mind lately” I said. Cam laughed.

    “Yeah we have been sort of preoccupied since we met.”

    Back at the apartment we showered together, it was a long sensuous session of making love to each other. After we were clean and dry I started grilling chicken breasts for a Grilled Chicken Caesar Salad. We ate out on the patio. I was amazed at how settled in we were. We’re content to just be at home together, no dashing off to find someting to do. The sex is the best I’ve ever known. We’re still in the beginning, making love two sometimes three times a day. This first rush of new love keeps me hard and ready for him, a hug or a kiss sets us off and we have to make love.

    Those few times when we aren’t thinking about sex, we act and react like we’ve been together for years. The happiness I feel with being in love is a surprise, I’ve always thought I was happy with my life. I guess it is true that ignorance is bliss. With Cameron, I now know what real happiness is.

    The Friday after Cam had returned to the hospital, I finally received a call from one of the companies I had sent my Resume, Eaton Aerospace in Sarasota is in need ot Test Engineers to plan and test projects intended for space flight. I scheduled an interview and was very pleased when I left. I knew I had ‘interviewed’ well. My class at Tech that taught the art of the interview had paid off.

    The day after my Interview at Eaton Aerospace, the City of Sarasota Personnel office called about an opening for an Electrical Engineer. In four days I had six job interviews, Eaton called me back for a second interview and the City of Sarasota did as well. After waiting another week, I figured that I didn’t get the position at Eaton which was the one I wanted.

    I was on the phone with my Mom in Atlanta telling them about my progress in the job hunt. We chatted for a bit then I talked to my Dad, he was concerned about Gramps and Gran. I did my best to reassure him that they were very healthy for their age. I told him that I know their doctor quite well, he would tell me if there’s anything amiss.

    Without telling me, Cam had requested and received a week off from the Hospital. He came home one Tuesday night and told me that on Friday at 6:00pm we have 10 days and nights all to ourselves.

    I asked where he wanted to go and he said that he was overdue to visit his folks, when I asked how long it has been since he had visited his parents and he told me it was last Christmas, nine months ago.

    “Cam, will your folks mind me coming with you?” I asked tentatively.

    Cam broke out into a huge smile.

    “Mom has already asked when they’re going to get to meet you, so that’s a big yes about you being welcomed there. We can go and spend a couple of days with them, then a couple more days at some little seaside cottage along the way.”

    “Really, I sure hope they like me.”

    “My Dad is impressed that you’ve got your Master’s degree and that you did it so quickly. He puts up a tough front but he’s really the sweetest man you’ll ever meet.”

    “Then is that where you want to go Cam? I’ll be happy just being with you wherever we go. I don’t want to force you into going to see them but you know you should.”

    “Great, it’s decided then, Tate we’re heading to Gulf Shores. I’ll call Mom and Dad tonight.”

    Cam was at the kitchen island talking with his folks, both of them were on the line with him. When he told them we were coming this weekend, I smiled when I heard his Mom squeal into the phone from where I sat on the sofa in the living room. He ended the call and came to sit with me. We started out sitting but soon we were spooned, his arm holding me close to him.

    Spooning like this just may be my very favorite thing ever. We both still have the need for physical contact with each other, I thought it would gradually ease off, but I feel it constantly. If we’re apart, I’m anxious to get to him. To hold him, to know how he cares for me.

    Of course I had to do some shopping for clothes to wear to meet Cam’s parents. I asked him about the meals, did we need jackets for the dinner table, what his Mom’s favorite flowers were. I wanted to take her a lush bouquet of her favorites, and a bottle of Hennessy for his Dad. My Gran approved of the gifts and especially the trip to meet his parents.

    “Bless your sweet mother, she taught you children the right things to do.”

    “Gran how would you and Gramps like to go to dinner tomorrow evening. Is there any place special you might like to go?”

    “Yes! We both want to go to the King Family Farm. It’s over at Bradenton but what’s a little drive for great food! We can eat outside amid the orange blossoms and underneath a starlit sky. The revue in the Sunday paper said they were redefining Dining with all local, farm-fresh ingredients only. The entire place is a showcase for the beauty of both the local produce and the farm’s pastoral and completely organic environment.”

    I picked up the phone and made got a reservation for four at 7:30 pm. Gran and Gramps eat early and we do have to drive to Bradenton and back, it’s only 7 miles but the traffic is heavy. I told Cam that we needed to spruce up a bit as Gran called it. Nice slacks and sport coat, ties were not required but I talked him into one as I knew that Gran and Gramps would be dressed to the nines.

    Cam fussed over what to wear so long that I went to his closet and picked out tan linen slacks, a powder blue button down shirt, a navy tie with red, blue and yellow stripes, a navy blazer, cordovan slippers and belt. He started to protest saying that the slacks were too tight on him. I had him put them on and they looked perfect on on him.

    “Babe, there is nothing wrong with these pants. You wear scrubs all day at work, then come home and get into even more comfortable attire. You’ve got ‘handsome as can be’ down pat but you’re just out of practice at dressing for a nice evening out. You clean up very nicely, I have the best looking man in the world.”

    When we arrived to pick them up, Gramps suggested that we go in his ’67 Eldorado. He backed it out of the garage, turned around on the parking pad and stopped to load us. The car is beautiful, black on black and polished to perfection. Gran is radiant in a lavender crepe dress, her hair was done this morning and she wore her good jewelry, with Gramps in a suit and tie. Gramps put the car in park and jumped out to escort Gran to the passenger side. I asked them to stand by the El Dorado and Cam and I took their picture with our phones. Gramps drove up to Bradenton and out to the farm with help from the map I had printed at home.

    At the restaurant Gramps gave the parking valet a briefing and tipped him nicely to keep the car up front under the lights so nothing would happen to it. As the valet slowly moved his car across the parking lot Gramps crowed.

    “Now that is style, boys!”

    Cam is a jewel, he likes my Grandparents like I do. He knew just the right things to engage them and keep them talking. Our food came and it was superb. We talked and laughed all through our meal The four of us went through a large bottle of Moscato and back at the car, Gramps suggested I drive so he could smooch with his girl in the back seat.

    We settled in and started back to their place. I heard Gran giggle in the backseat and I looked to Cam and winked, he smiled back at me and turned the radio to an easy listening station and upped the volume just a tad so we wouldn’t hear them kissing. I reached over and took his hand and held it while we drove to their house. Seeing my grandparents acting like kids on a date warmed my heart. I hope and pray that Cam and I can be as spry and as much in love as them at their age.

    I was waiting in the ER parking lot for Cam on Friday afternoon at six. The car was loaded and we were off to Gulf shores and Cameron’s parents. We planned to spend the night in Tallahassee, then get into Gulf Shores around noon or earlier if possible.

    The drive was uneventful other than being new places to see. Cam introduced me to his folks as his partner. I must have been blushing for I felt heat in my face. His father is Alexander Stanford Cooper, His Mother, Elizabeth Kennedy Cooper. They were so great, welcoming me, making me know that they were happy their son and I found each other. I filled them in on my family and the adventure with Gran and Gramps that brought Cameron and I together.

    During our conversation Mrs. Cooper asked about my Mom’s family. I told them her name was Amanda Alderson and her family lived in Oxford Mississippi.”

    I saw Mrs. Cooper’s eyes go wide and her brow furrowed up.

    “This can’t be! You’re Mother is Amanda Alderson from Oxford, Mississippi?

    “Yes Ma’am, her family’s been there forever.”

    Mrs. cooper really did look confused.

    “Tate, Amanda Alderson from Oxford Mississippi was one of my best friends from eighth grade through the twelfth and four years at at the University in Oxford. I’ve known your Mom forever! We don’t talk as much as we used to. More and more we just add notes to Christmas and Birthday Cards. Please leave me your Mother’s phone number, I’ll call her in a few days, give you time to prepare her for the shock.

    After a couple of hours getting to know his folks and them me, Cam asked if I’d like to see the beach. We headed out and he drove all the way down to the end of Ft. Morgan Road. We walked there a bit, not really talking but we seemed to be tuned in to the other. Loving looks, acting goofy, laughing hysterically only to end up locked in a stare, communicating with our eyes and minds.

    I got Cam’s message loud and clear. From the way he was looking at me, I thought he was about ready to drag me off behind an Oleander and have his way with me. Right at that moment, I would have let him too. As yet, I haven’t been able to say no to him. I may never be able to at this rate.

    On the way back Cam pulled into a scenic overlook, a quick look around and we knew we were there alone. With a sexy leer on his handsome face, Cameron pulled me into a deep, sensual kiss. I was hungry for him. Our last kiss had been as we left the motel this morning.

    I cling to him at every opportunity. He grounds me. Makes me want to be a better person for him. It’s all still so new, but MAN! Do I feel good. I’m on the ‘high’ of my life. Dr. Cameron Carrington Cooper, MD, loves me!

    Cam’s Mom and Dad were so great, they welcomed me with open arms. Both of them happy that Cam and I were together. On our last evening with them I invited them them to dinner, my treat, Mr. Cooper called their Club and made reservations.

    I fell for my ‘in-laws’ almost as much as I did for Cameron. They are terrific people. I have a bit of trouble calling them Liz and Alex as they asked me to do. I decided to call my folks right then and when got on the phone I told her that I had met a friend of hers from college and she wanted to say hello.

    When Mrs. Cooper said “Mandy! it’s Lizbeth.”

    I heard my Mom’s shrieks. Mr. cooper just rolled his eyes and poured a new round of wine. Mom and Mrs Cooper talked for ages, thrilled that they would get together again soon since their sons are now partnered to each other. I made a mental note to send a card and flowers to thank the Cooper’s for their hospitality.

    On our way back to Sarasota, we spent three days in a beach cottage in Gulf Breeze, near Pensacola. Our second night there we were out having a great steak dinner when Cam asked if I liked to dance.

    “I do like to dance, I’d love to dance with you. They say you can tell what a man is like in bed by watching him dance, but we may have the horse before the cart since I already know how wonderful you are in bed.”

    When our waiter brought the check Cam asked him where there’s a good gay dance club. He bent slightly at the waist and leaned closer to us and quietly told us that “Emerald City” is the place to go. He added.

    “I hope to see you guys there. I’m meeting my partner there after work. So how long have you guys been together?”

    “We’re only into our third week, he took me home to meet the folks and we’re making our way back to Sarasota where we live.”

    “Congratulations and good luck.” the waiter said.

    We went back to our little beach cottage and relaxed, it was only 10:00 pm and the bar wouldn’t start jumping til 1:00 am anyway. We sat together in a lounge chair sipping our drinks, snuggling, kissing and falling deeper in love every second. Cam pulled me from the chair and we started dressing for the dance club.

    I wore a pair of jeans that I’ve had since I was 18, they fit me like a second skin. The only place that they weren’t tight on my body was below the knees. Cam even took a picture with his phone of my backside in the jeans. I wore a tee shirt printed like the Union Jack, Britain’s flag..

    Cam wore faded 501’s too, with a green scrub shirt from the hospital, underneath the scrub top he wore an olive drab Wife Beater tank top. Before we left, he pulled me to him and gently kissed me, I started to moan softly when he cupped my butt in his hands and pulled me against him. I was ready right then to drag him to bed.

    Cam led me to the sofa and he sat on the edge. He crooked a finger and hooked my belt loop and pulled me close. He pulled up my tee and lay his cheek on my skin. With one arm around my butt he unfastened the top button of my jeans and with a bit of effort, peeled them down to my thighs.

    His face on my abdomen and one hand cradling my testicles he moved and looked up to me.

    “I want you inside me before we go to that club.”

    Looking to my eyes he pulled my cock down and slowly slid all of it into his throat. My knees buckled and I fell to the sofa, Cam deftly turned and laid me on my back as he knelt on his knees and sucked my cock mercilessly.

    I shouted his name as my semen filled his mouth faster than he could swallow, some leaked from the corners of his mouth. I pulled his face to me with both hands and licked him clean. I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t finished. He was on a mission. Cam stood, pulled me up and we hobbled to the bedroom with pants around our knees and ankles.

    In a matter of moments we were both naked and on the bed. I lay back to watch his body move. When we first met I thought he was too thin. Now I can’t imagine him any other way . All I want is him wrapped around me for the rest of our days. When he got onto the bed he laughed.

    “You’re ready for me I can see.”

    I lay there watching him and of course my cock was hard and throbbing. Cam surprised me again when he straddled my hips, took the lube from the bedside table and slathered my cock and his butt. Rising up on his knees, he positioned my cock at his opening and slowly my cock inched its way inside him. The fantastic heat inside him body always surprises me,

    I’ve topped him often but this is only the second time he’s rode my cock. When he was as far in as he could go he put his hands behind him and pulled his butt cheeks further apart. Getting my cock two millimeters deeper inside him. Already I was arching my back pushing more cock into him.

    Cam moved his hips and soon they were just a blur as he fucked my cock. Damn’ he’s good at this. I’m already trying to hold back and not get off too quickly, He loves for my cock to make him cum, without him touching his own. About ten minutes in, I rolled us, putting Cam on his back and I bridged my body, feet and hands only on the mattress and my cock lodged as deep as it can go in Cameron’s perfect little butt.

    “Oh Jeezus! Tate…fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard. I love your fat cock in me. Ohhh…ummm…I love you baby…make me cum…I love it when your big fat cock makes me cum. Oh…OH…OH TATE…TATE! “UNGHH!” He wasn’t satisfied and wanted more of my cock in him. He spread his legs wide and I began long dicking his ass, I felt the tingle deep inside my testicles. I tucked my knees up against him as he kept his legs spread wide. He closed his eyes and moaned, his fists full of the bed covers. I fell into my rhythm, pulling back until he tensed and clamped his sphincter hard to kept my cock head inside him. then plunging deep and hard, grinding against him, just the way he likes it.

    I felt goose-flesh covering my body, his hands found my nips and he tweaked and pinched them making me groan aloud while I kept pumping deep inside him. Just when I thought I was about to go over the edge, Cameron’s body tensed and he let a loud groan escape from deep down inside him.

    “OHMIGOD! TATE! KISS ME BABE, we’re cumming. OHMIGOD you feel so good. I love you Tate, I love you so much…I truly do.”

    I watched his handsome features twist and stretch into contorted faces as he was lost to our onrushing orgasm. When Cam tensed, his anal muscles clamped down hard, milking my cock, flooding his butt with my semen. We collapsed, gasping for air, when the burning sensation in our lungs eased, we slept.

    Nirvana, bliss, stupendous…and any other adjective that may come close to conveying the happiness I’ve found with Cameron. I know we’re still in the absolute awe stage of our budding romance, but damn this feels so good. I wear this goofy grin on my face constantly. We never made it to Emerald City that night.

    Back at home in Sarasota, we enjoyed the last two days of his vacation going the beach for moonlit strolls, puttering about the apartment, cleaning and straightening things up. I did remember to call my folks and have them go to my apartment there and pack up my clothes and send them to me, i needed some clothes for work. I told Cam that I would need to go up to Atlanta soon and close the place out. What few personal belongings I had there could be stashed away in Mom and Dad’s garage until we buy our home. The day that Cam went back to work I was visiting with Gran and Gramps, filling them in on our vacation and trip to see his parents.

    I asked them if they needed me to do anything to help them get ready for my Mom and Dad to come and visit. I promised them that I would talk with Dad and try to get him to ease up on them and not to boss you around but treat you with the respect his parents deserved. I’ve already talked to him about the being bossy bit. I don’t expect any miracles there, believe me. I helped Gran to put fresh linens on the Guest Room bed and in the bath. We planned the menu and shopping list.

    For their first night, Mom, Dad, Gran and Gramps visited together. The next night would be dinner with Cameron and me at our place. We decided to eat on the screened in Lanai, Filet Mignon with Shrimp Brochette and Main Lobster Tails. Our Garden Salad had orange segments and diced mango with three types of lettuce, spinach, Feta cheese, raisins, peach slices, crumbled bacon, tomato, fennel and avocado all tossed in a white wine Vinaigrette, with hot brown bread slathered with Honey butter. A three fruit sorbet and Almond Thins were our dessert.

    Mom cornered Cam fairly quickly after dinner to talk about his Mom and what great friends they were. They both had gone Boarding School in Dallas at The Hockaday School for Girls, from the eighth grade through Graduation from High School. They were both presented at the Debutante Ball in Jackson after their 17th birthdays, and both enrolled at the University of Mississippi their freshman year.

    I think my Mom likes Cameron better than me, her son. She is positively giddy that her Son has paired with a Doctor. The fact that Cameron is the son of her childhood friend completely fascinated her. It was nearing 5pm when I felt my phone vibrating in my pants. Normally I’d let it do seven or eight rings just to feel the buzzing near my cock. That wasn’t much of a thrill these days when one good look at Dr. Cooper could provide more excitement in my pants than I could handle without seeking relief right away.

    I went around to the front of the house to take the call, when I heard the callers say he was from EATON AEROSPACE! My heart rate went wild when he offered me their job. I rushed back into the house and signaled Cam to follow me and we went to our bedroom. He closed the door and when he looked at me with a huge grin spread across my face he asked.

    “Is it Eaton or the City of Sarasota? I’m betting you just got a job from the look on your face.”

    “It’s Eaton! I start Monday. In a few months we can get our house babe! Cam swept me up in his arms, hugging tightly and nuzzling against my neck. I felt a shudder run through him.?

    “Babe, you okay!” I asked

    He pulled me tighter to him.

    “Oh yes! This is the most okay I’ve ever been Tate, I can hardly believe how quickly we’ve happened. I love you Tate Thursam!”

    I wanted to say I love him too but I couldn’t speak. That bubble or lump is in my throat, I’m choked with emotion, literally. I finally squeaked out a ‘love you too…oh so much’… close to his ear.

    Cam pulled back just a bit and leaned down to kiss me. Jeez! It was just like the first time. Fireworks, bells, and whistles.

    “Come on! We’ve..uh you’ve got some great news to tell your folks.”

    I pulled him back by his arm, tapping about on my phone and showed him the email offer letter. It was all fairly standard and he seemed to be disinterested until he saw my starting salary of $89,000 per year. I was a bit overwhelmed. When I showed the offer to Dad he looked up at me when the saw the salary, I saw the grin slowly spreading across his face.

    He took a step toward me and wrapped me in a father’s bear hug, I loved it every time he did this. I’m so lucky, all they both want is my happiness and that I live a productive and useful life. I smiled to myself, I already had the happiness part down pat. Now to work on the ‘productive and useful’ parts.

    “Tate, I’m so very proud of you Son.” I know how hard you worked to get that Masters Degree completed. The numbers on your first paycheck should tell you that your getting your Master’s was money well spent. Just don’t forget who you are and more importantly who your partner is. Work hard Son, but work harder on your relationship with Cameron. Y ou guys seem perfect together, don’t let anything or anyone interfere with the two of you. Your Mom and I love you so much and we are so proud of you. We’re proud of Cameron too, and we will love anyone that makes you as happy as he obviously does.”

    After Dinner the doorbell rang and when Cam opened the door and there stood Gran and Gramps. Cam had called them and suggested that they come for cocktails after dinner which suited Gran to a tee. Now that I’ve been around her so much lately I see where some of my own vices come from.

    I watched, rapt, as Cam made three Gin on the Rocks with a twist of Lemon. Shaken, not stirred; we Thursam’s do like our Gin. When Gramps headed for another drink I pulled him aside into Cam’s office and showed him the Eaton offer letter. Seeing the salary his eyes flew up.

    “You’ve said yes I hope!”

    I laughed and told him that I did say yes to their offer. In the other room Cam was the center of everyone’s attention. They all politely asked their questions and nodded their agreement with whatever he was saying. My stock rose considerably with my parents after they met Cameron. He was in like Flynn with my Mom. How could she not adore Lizbeth’s boy.

    Someone turned on the old Stereo Turntable and FM radio. The next thing I knew, Cam and I stood slack jawed watching my Mom and Dad and my Grandparents dance. The party didn’t break up until midnight.

    As we were saying goodbye Dad said quietly, what’s with your Gran and Gramps, they can dance circles around your Mom and I. You were right Son, they are a lot of fun when we let them be themselves. We’ll have to have them up to attend some Holiday Parties with us this season. For just a moment Dad stood there looking at me, one hand on my shoulder. I knew for sure in that brief moment that my Dad was proud of me and without a doubt I knew he loved me. Breaking the spell he hugged me to him and whispered at my ear.

    “You,ve always been the good kid growing up, somehow without me noticing, you’ve become a man, and a damned fine one at that. I love you Son”

    I hugged him back, I held him tightly to me and when I could speak I said.

    “With you as my Dad, how could I not turn out okay. You’re the greatest Dad. I love you!”

    Dad stood back, cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, then he said that he had to get Gran and Gramps into their car. He quickly leaned over and kissed my forehead and his hand squeezed my shoulder lovingly.

    I was almost in tears as he left, then I felt Cameron’ arm slide around my waist and pull me closer to him. At that moment I knew that I’m the luckiest man on earth.

    Cam and I stood waving goodbye as they all drove away, back inside he had me in a lip lock before I knew what he was up to. Jeez what this man does to me. When I felt his hands go inside my shorts and cup my butt cheeks in each hand, my legs wrapped around his waist and I locked my ankles. I surrendered to him there on the floor by our front door, we made sweet, tender love. How can it get better each time? There has to be a plateau, a leveling off, surely our sexual appetites would wane eventually.

    On the night before my parents were to leave Cam and I decided to take Mom, Dad, Gran, and Gramps to dinner at Ophelia’s on the Bay, down near the South end of Siesta Key. Cam pulled some strings with his Doctor Cronies and found someone that could get us immediate reservations.

    The restaurant offered waterfront dining but we opted for a window table with the glass between us and the flying critters gathered near this calm bay. We walked about a bit, waiting for our table. The grounds were stunning, like some exotic tropical plant nursery.

    Gran spread her arms and declared…

    “This is Florida the way it should be, without the glitz, just a grand view of an unfettered sweep of water, mangroves, seabirds, and an occasional boat or Dolphin gliding by. This place is so beautiful.”

    Our food was perfection, between the six of us there were four different entrees at our table, each person raved about how wonderful their dinner was. The service impeccable and the Wine List impressive. We had a wonderful night.

    On our way out to have our cars brought up, Gran explained to Cam and I that they were taking my folks to the VFW club for some Drinking and a lot of dancing.

    While we waited for the cars Gran looked over to me.

    “I don’t know how you did it Tatum, but you’ve given our Son back to us. He is a changed man now, back to the Son we always loved and were so proud of. His attitude toward us is 180 degrees from his last visit. What did you say to him?

    “Gran, all I said was that he should just sit back and let you two be yourselves and he would find out what fun you two are to be with. I’m really glad, he needs to be with you guys now.”

    “Oh, My sweetest boy! Thank you Tatum, thank you!” Gran said as she hugged me to her.”

    Mom and Dad gave Cam and I hugs and climbed into the backseat of Gramp’s shining, Jet Black El Dorado, we heard them all laughing as they roared away.

    “Cam, now’s your chance, you’ve met my family, well Mom and Dad, I’ve a brother and a sister, plus two nieces and a nephew for you to meet at another time. Run now or I won’t be able to let you go later.”

    “There’s nothing you can do to get rid of me Mr. Thursam. We’re together now. We’ll have our problems I guess, most people do, but problems are for solving. We’ll always find a way.”

    We drove back to the apartment with the top down in Cam’s car, even in mid September the night air was warm and inviting. I’ve been thinking since getting the news about the job that I would need to buy a car. I think I’ll get a used one, we want to save for our house so I really don’t want to go in deep into debt for a car.

    “Hey Babe, I need to get a vehicle, you have any ideas? At first I wanted a Miata M5 but if we get a house we’ll probably need a truck for the first year or so”

    I’ve never dreamed I would ever drive a truck, but for now, Cam agreed that it would be the sensible solution, a good used mid sized pick-up.

    Later in the week Cam dropped by Gran and Granddad’s to just check up on Gran, he checked both of them for blood Pressure, pulse rates and he listened to their lungs and hearts and pronounced them both in fine fettle. While Cam was taking readings from Granddad, Gran poured him a fresh Iced Tea with lemon and a sprig of mint, both grown in their back yard .

    They invited him to sit a bit and have his tea. Gran asked him it he had any ideas about Tatum’s coming birthday. Later Gran would tell me that Cameron paled when she asked about my birthday. He didn’t even know when it was. Cam told them that he hadn’t heard me wish for anything. The only thing he needs is a car for work or maybe a truck would be better when we get our house.

    Granddad perked up. “I’ve an idea, Cameron; let me talk with Tatum’s Dad, first and I’ll get back to you. I know a friend with a truck sitting in his garage that he seldom ever uses. While I’m thinking about it write down your birthday too. Tatum’s in the 27th of November, twelve days from now. Cameron please, don’t let Tatum buy a vehicle until I talk with his Dad. Okay?”

    “Yes Sir, I’ll stall him.”

    Turning to Gran, Cam thanked her for mentioning Tate’s birthday, I would have never known if you hadn’t asked about him and I would have been mortified to have missed it.”

    After more tea and more conversation, Cam rose to leave. Gran hugged him and kissed his cheek.

    “We’re so happy you’re family now Cameron. We love you.” she whispered near his ear.”

    Caught off guard, he was choked up by her words, quickly he bent and kissed her cheek and said…I love you guys too, Gran. Cameron’s Paternal Grandparents died when he was young, before he started school. His Maternal Grandparents died before his Mom and Dad were married. He regained his composure and beamed a smile at Gran and Granddad.

    “I’m officially adopting you two as my Grandparents. I hardly remember mine. I was only four or five when they died. Now I’ve got you two. Thank you, for so many wonderful things.”

    Now it was Gran’s turn to get choked up and weepy, Granddad inched closer to her and with his hand on her waist he hugged her to him a bit.

    “Your a fine young man Cameron, my fondest wish is that you and Tatum be as happy as we have been.” Grandad said as they shook hands and hugged each other.

    On his way home Cam was lost in thoughts about Tate’s coming birthday.

    Without a warning, a sudden South Florida rain shower dumped almost an inch of rain in 15 minutes. It was raining too hard to drive safely, plus the noise of the hard rain on the convertible top was deafening. He pulled over under an overpass and stopped, his emergency flashers blinking furiously.

    He opened his phone and dialed Tate to let him know he was stopped waiting on the rain to ease up. While he was talking with Tate, a car slowed to pull over under the overpass just ahead of him. There was a loud crash as another car slammed into the rear of the car turning off the road. The rear ended car shot up the ramp under the road above and tumbled down coming to rest, upside down. Tate shouted into the phone.

    “That noise! What happened? CAM! CAMERON! CAMERON!”

    Cam was out of his car sprinting to the upside down vehicle. He knew he had to break the windows to get these people out before something worse happens. He was kicking at the glass when another man ran up with a tire tool and started breaking the windows . It worked! We pulled a mother and two children from the wrecked car. The guy who broke the windows took them to his SUV and we waited. Cam backed his car as far as he could from the wrecked car, fearing that it could burst into a fireball at any moment. He ran back to the SUV with his bag to take care of any cuts or broken bones.

    Luckily, there were no serious injuries, other than being banged around and bruises from the airbags and glass from the tailgate window. Suddenly he remembered the other car and asked the guy who broke the windows if he had checked with the other driver. He shook his head no. Cam jumped out again and ran to the other car. He saw only the driver, and she was dead. No pulse, no heartbeat. Her car was quite old, without air bags and only lap style seat belts, the steering column was pushed back into her chest. He was confident that she died on impact.

    The police arrived and he was able to go back to his car and called home.

    “OH Thank God! Cam are you okay…I heard a horrible crash and then you didn’t answer the phone. I’ve been so scared.”

    “Relax babe, I’m okay…not a scratch on me or my car. I’m sorry I dropped the phone but in an instant I had to be ‘Doctor’ Cooper. The car that got rear ended turned upside down, another man stopped and helped. He broke out the windows so we could pull a woman and her two children from the wreckage. The woman that rear ended the upside down car didn’t make it. She died on impact. Calm down Babe. I’m okay and I’ll be home a.s.a.p. I’ll have to make a statement for the police. You know I love you babe.”

    “Yes I know, that’s why I was so terrified that you had been taken from me.” Tate sobbed.

    “Tate…the police want my statement now…I’ll call back when I’m through.”

    Cameron gave his statement, explaining how hard it was raining when he stopped under the overpass. He explained what the man in the SUV and he had done to get those folks out of their car, and that when he got to the other car, the driver was dead. He judged that the driver died on impact when the steering column crushed her chest.

    Thirty minutes later he phoned Tate again.

    “Hey babe, I’m on my way home to you right now.”

    “Really…jeez Cameron…I was so scared…BE SAFE! Have you eaten, I can fix us a pizza.

    “Mmm that sounds good. You’ll be my dessert.” Cam said.

    When I heard his car pull into the car port, I ran out to hug him as soon as he was out of his car. Once inside my arms were around his neck and he lifted me off the floor as we kissed passionately. After the kiss I lay my head on Cam’s chest. Cam felt a shudder run through me as as he held me close.

    “I was so scared when I heard that crash…I know you couldn’t do anything but what you did. It was the not knowing that made me so crazy…you’re in my head and in my heart, I love you Cameron.”

    I raised my head and claimed another kiss from Cam’s lips. Since my feet were off the floor I wrapped my legs around Cam’s hips and locked my ankles. Cam started to our bedroom with me still wrapped around him.

    We lay on the bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, fully clothed and promptly went to sleep. Maybe it was the stress from earlier, I don’t know, but somehow, our brains just shut us down for a bit. It was after midnight when I woke and heard Cam opening and closing cabinets, the pantry and even the fridge. I straightened my clothes and brushed my hair and went to investigate what Cam is up to. I walked in yawning and stretching, and went directly to Cam. I put my arms around him and he kissed my forehead.

    “Hey sleepyhead…you hungry babe?”

    “Just hungry for you Dr. Cooper”

    “Sit Tate, I’ll fix us some breakfast.”

    Cam took some Oranges and ran them through the juicer and set a glass of fresh juice in front of me, and returned to the stove. In a matter of a few minutes Cam placed two perfect, spicy Chipotle tomato omelets on the island and sat down beside me. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

    “Thanks baby, you take such good care of me. It’s no wonder I love you so.”

    After that night, we became much closer. I suppose that we both realized how fragile life is. We can be gone from this earth in an instant. From that night on, there wasn’t a day that passed that we didn’t tell each other how much we love and care for each other. Our Families too! I even began calling my brother and sister a couple of time a month just to say hello and ask about their lives and children.

    We had Thanksgiving with Gran and Gramps at their place, and had the usual good time with both of them. We decided to have Christmas here in Florida. Both my Brother and Sister were going to their in-laws this year so we invited Cam’s parents and My Mom and Dad. The Coopers’ would stay with us and Mom and Dad with Gran and Gramps, Christmas Dinner along with exchanging gifts, would be at our house.

    Cam and I had agreed that we would only give each other one small gift since we were saving our cash for the down payment on a home we planned to buy before spring.

    When Cam opened his gift from his Mom and Dad, I heard him gasp and he looked up to his folks, hardly believing what he held in his hand. I looked over and saw that he was holding a check in the amount of $100,000!

    His Dad quickly explained that the money was from a Trust Fund his Grandfather Kennedy had started when he was born. Grandfather Kennedy specified a large cash amount go to this fund in his will. Since his Grand parents death when he was only four years old, his Mom and Dad had been adding money to the fund every month for twenty three years. Afterwards Cam’s Dad pulled him aside and told him that the amount left in the fund was more than the check they gave him.

    The big surprize for me came when I opened a small gift box from Mom and Dad and Gran and Gramps. I saw the GM imprint on the keys and I knew immediately it was a car. I jumped up and ran to look in the carport and sitting beside Cam’s car was a two toned, silver and black, 2006 Chevrolet SSR Sport Truck with a retractable roof. A convertible pickup! Exactly what I wanted and what we needed all rolled into one vehicle.

    We all had to take rides in the truck, top down of course. The rest of the day we spent laughing and talking, not to mention eating! By the time evening came I could hardly move. Of course our Mom’s started making plans for next year while we were all together.

    The next year we would all go to my Mom and Dad’s in Atlanta, since my Brother, Sister and their families would all be there. Cam’s parents, Gran and Gramps all would go with us. The year after next would be Christmas in Gulf Shores with the Coopers.

    On New Years eve Gran and Gramps went out dancing with their friends to the VFW club while Cam and I snuggled on the couch together and slept through the ball dropping on TV. We woke after 2am and stumbled to our bed, Cameron spooned against my back, his arm holding me tight to him. I snuggled against him, thinking how perfect the Holidays were and I said a little prayer of thanks for all the blessings I’ve been given.

    New Years day was on Sunday this year giving me another day to prepare myself for my first day at work. Cam was watching a Bowl Game on TV. When Stanford was ahead by 33 points Cam came to our room and and pulled me off the bed where I was reading about the Eaton Corporation.

    “C’mon Tate, let go for a ride in that awesome truck of yours.”

    I grinned and jumped up from the bed

    “I’m ready, lets go.” I said.

    Cam had some last minute things that needed his attention (he had to take a leak!). I just stood in the carport admiring the truck. Gramps told me at dinner yesterday that he knew the previous owner and it sat in his Garage most of the time. I knew that it was true with only 9100 miles on the odometer. Cam came rushing out and I tossed him the keys. We settled in, seat belts fastened, and he lowered the steel convertible roof and we roared off down our street.

    We wound up at the beach, parked and started walking . We stopped and sat in the kids swings, just enjoying each others company, not needing to talk much. When we looked back to the truck, there were probably ten kids around it. We could just barely hear their voices over the surf but it was apparent that they really liked the truck.

    Cam looked over to me, not saying anything, just looking at me. I saw his brim up glistening with tears about to fall.

    “Cam…Babe, what is it, what’s wrong?” I asked.

    “Nothing’s wrong Tate, everything since I met you has been perfect. I’m just so happy. Happy that we found each other, happy that we’re in love, so thankful that our families approve of our love and lives together. I’m sure that at this very minute, I’m the luckiest man on earth. My love for you has no boundaries, it grows every day.”

    I stopped the swing and went to him and bent over and kissed him there on the beach, in the kiddie swing. I couldn’t talk yet, my love for him swelled inside me and I couldn’t speak just yet. I pulled him to his feet and hugged him to me. Finally I found my voice.

    “I know Babe, I know. Loving you has made my life complete . Let’s go home, there’s things I want you to do to me that we can’t do here. Last one to the truck has to be the top!” I shouted and we took off running.

    The End?


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  • The House of Birch Ridge

    The light was blinding.

    Charlie blinked to get his eyes adjusted to the sudden switching on of the lights and he turned his head down toward the floor to stop the light from hitting him in the eyes. He had been flat on his back with his arms stretched out and up bound by the rope as he was when he fell asleep. He blinked his eyes till they watered and he wiped them on his arm feeling the slickness from the oil still on his skin. He sat up and looked toward the sound of someone coming, waiting to see if it was Dennis or James.

    He saw the white of their clothes first, almost glowing the way they reflected the dim light in the shadows of the basement. Then appearing almost as if a waif or a ghost Mikhail moved into the circle of light where he lay. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hung loosely on his lean body and a pair of white tennis shorts, the legs so short Charlie wondered how he stayed in them.

    “You should bathe” Mikhail said as he went over to a column and lowered Charlie’s arms all the way down. It took only a minute for Mikhail to free Charlie and he led him over to one side of the basement, cutting through three rows of support columns till they were at a back wall. Mikhail switched on a light and Charlie saw there was a toilet in a small room, more of a closet really, through an open door and to the side an open shower. Further down was a vanity with a lavatory running along the wall. It looked so out of place, the neatly constructed watercloset, the vanity and shower along the rough stone basement wall. Even the floor was tiled in the area set up as a bath.

    “There’s soap and shampoo on that shelf” Mikhail said pointing to a recessed shelf in the tiled wall area of the shower. Mikhail moved to the controls for the shower on the other wall and turned on the water. He slipped his hand under the spray and when he was satisfied it was warm he turned to Charlie nodding his head. He stepped back to the side almost out of the light and waited. Charlie moved hesitantly at first but he knew he needed a shower and he still felt slightly chilled by being on the concrete floor so he knew the warm water would take away that chill.

    The warm spray of water felt so good Charlie let it run over his body for several minutes, turning to face it then turning his back to the spray. He kept his eyes closed savoring the feel of the warm water hitting his skin, the way it was like a massage. He couldn’t know how Mikhail watched him, eyes moving up and down his body, looking at his lean form, his flat chest with small dime size nipples, down over his flat stomach, down to the sparse pubic hair that fanned out over his cock and down his legs where the only visible hair was on the very last half of his lower legs and it was sparse, the dark hairs lying flat on his dark skin. Charlie turned to face the spray again letting it hit him in the face as he ran his hands over his head pushing his hair back and Mikhail looked at his lean arms raised up and the sparse underarm hair moving in the swirl of water cascading down his body. Mikhail couldn’t help but focus on the tattoo on Charlie’s bicep, and he stared trying to see what the image was that Charlie had permanently inked into his skin. He’d seen tattoos before, tattoos of all kind of images. The sailors on the ship had them on their arms, chests and backs. Some had them on their legs and Mikhail found out time and time again some had them elsewhere as well.

    Mikhail went over to the shelf and picked up the soap. He moved to Charlie, still fully dressed and put his hands under the spray as he worked the bar of soap around building up a thick lather. Charlie turned under the spray and opened his eyes sensing Mikhail’s presence and he watched him work the soap in his hands, the lather dripping and cascading down his arms. Charlie looked at Mikhail, the way his light toned skin looked so smooth, even around his chin where there was no sign of a beard trying to come in. He looked at his light blonde hair, how the long top fell over his forehead partially concealing his eyes, eyes that seemed to give nothing away as to what Mikhail was thinking.

    Charlie let his eye move over the Mikhail’s body, the lean torso so similar to his own and he realized Mikhail wasn’t much taller than he was and he sensed more, something about him that defied his stoic appearance and he remembered what Dennis had said about Mikhail. The spray of the shower hit Mikhail enough to slowly wet the front of his clothes and Charlie watched as his chest, then his stomach came into view through the transparency of the wet fabric. Charlie couldn’t stop his eyes from moving down, wanting, no, needing to see, and he looked at the white shorts as they grew wet revealing Mikhail’s cock pressed against the front, then a portion of his sac nestled behind it.

    Charlie looked up and saw Mikhail smiling at him, the first time he had seen him smile. Mikhail moved closer and the spray of water hit his body harder soaking his clothes but Charlie was staring into his eyes, looking for something in them familiar.

    “You’ll let me bathe you?” Mikhail asked and Charlie nodded his head as he watched Mikhail’s soapy hands move to his chest.

    Mikhail bathed Charlie with his hands, moving slowly over every part of him, not shy in any of his ministrations and when he took Charlie’s cock and moved his soapy hand along its length, stroking it to full hardness Charlie moaned and pushed forward with his hips.

    This was different, this intimacy with Mikhail, for with the guy in New Orleans he had been drunk, using the alcohol to give him the courage to do it and with Dennis and James there was the problem he had tried to conceal this part of himself, tried to remain stoic and live up to the image he had of himself. But with Mikhail he wanted it, wanted this to go further than a mere shower, and he reached out and took Mikhail’s t-shirt by the waist and tugged on it, pulled it upward till the tail pulled free of the shorts. Mikhail raised his arms and let him pull the wet shirt off and he tossed the it to the floor. He saw Mikhail’s naked upper body, the same skin tone, the smooth stomach and chest with a few moles scattered randomly over his skin and he reached out and ran the back of his fingers over Mikhail’s chest feeling the hard nub of one nipple as he raked his fingers over it.

    Mikhail undid his shorts, slipping the button through its hole and sliding the zipper downward letting the spray of water weigh each side enough to cause them to fall open revealing the dirty blonde pubic hair and the base of his cock. He pushed down on the shorts just a few inches and they fell freely to the floor where he stepped out of them. Charlie reached out and took Mikhail’s cock, felt the shaft, thicker than his own, fill his hand as it expanded in his grip.

    Charlie felt Mikhail’s hands touch him on the waist, one move to his cock and begin to stroke it, the fingers manipulating it, twirling around the sensitive head till he grew fully erect. Mikhail pulled Charlie from under the shower and was soon on his knees in front of him. He wiped his face with Charlie’s cock, rubbing the spongy head over his lips, over his nose and across this cheeks and forehead and then he ran it back and forth across his lips again making Charlie moan. Charlie moaned again when he felt his cock sink into Mikhail’s mouth

    Charlie was so hard so quick, his desire to get off so built up by the teasing and manipulation by Dennis and James he was soon pumping his cock into Mikhail’s mouth and he watched his shaft slide through Mikhail’s lips, pushing in till he felt Mikhail’s nose press into his abdomen and then he pulled back and watched the wet slick shaft pull back through those lips. Over and over he worked his cock in Mikhail’s mouth till he felt the urge to come build up and he wondered if Mikhail would take his load, let him pump his cum into him and get him to swallow it and the idea of Mikhail taking his load made him pump his cock a little harder but Mikhail quickly stopped him, putting his hands on Charlie’s hips holding him still as he slipped off of his cock.

    Mikhail looked up at Charlie, his eyes pleading in their stare.

    “Fuck me…fuck me Charlie” Mikhail begged and he turned and moved down on his hands and his knees. He spread his legs and looked back at Charlie, waiting, wanting him to move down to his ass and take him. “Come on Charlie, put your dick in me” Mikhail pleaded.

    Charlie moved down between Mikhail’s legs and pushed his cock into the cleft of Mikhail’s ass rubbing it up and down. He felt Mikhail push back against him. When he pressed against the entrance to his body Mikhail pushed back harder impaling his body on Charlie’s cock taking inch after inch till he had all of it buried in his hole.

    “Goddamn” Charlie uttered at the ease at which Mikhail took his cock. He watched Mikhail move back and forth and he couldn’t take his eyes off of his cock disappearing into Mikhail’s ass and then sliding out glistening slickly. Mikhail moved with a nice slow rhythm, working his ass on Charlie’s cock till he couldn’t take it anymore and he grabbed Mikhail by the waist and began to fuck, to drive his cock with urgency. They were noisy, their grunting and moaning, Mikhail’s constant begging for Charlie to fuck him harder that neither heard Dennis and James ease down into the basement and stand in the shadows watching the two of them fuck.

    Charlie felt every inch of his cock as it sank into Mikhail over and over, felt the way Mikhail’s hole milked his cock as he pushed inward. His heart was racing and he felt hot with his exertions. When he held still a moment shifting position on his knees Mikhail pulled off his cock and rolled over on his back.

    “Shove it back in…come on Charlie fuck my ass” Mikhail begged as he spread his legs pulling them back turning his ass upward and opening up to Charlie. Charlie wasted no time in moving in place shoving his cock into Mikhail. He leaned over Mikhail’s body until he felt the backs of his legs rest against his own chest and he drove inward, hard, all the way and began to fuck. He felt the heat of Mikhail’s body beneath him and his own, the way his skin became heated up till perspiration beaded up on his skin. Mikhail’s arms wrapped around his torso and Charlie felt hands slide slickly down his back as he pumped his hips up and down with such an urgency their bodies smacked together loudly when he thrust inward.

    He was desperate to cum, felt the need rise up dramatically in his body, every muscle tensed up tight and his cock so sensitive to every touch he pushed himself harder, drove at a faster rhythm until he couldn’t sense anything but his own cock, sense its hardness, the sensitive head pushing into Mikhail’s depths and he shoved in all the way and came. He pumped his hips with each ejaculation, pushing his load deep into Mikhail and he kept it up till he was spent, his body exhausted with its exertions and he fell down on top of Mikhail.

    Charlie laid still for a minute, his breathing slowly returning to normal and he felt Mikhail’s hard cock pushing into his stomach, felt it flex between them and he rolled over to Mikhail’s side and let his eyes roam down the lean figure lying next to him. He reached out and took Mikhail in hand and held it his erection feeling it fill his hand, and he ran a thumb over the head smearing the slickness over it. Mikhail inhaled deeply and pushed upward with his hips.

    Charlie had never done it before, take a man in his mouth, feel a cock slide over his tongue but he looked at Mikhail and then down at his cock and he wanted it nearly as bad as he wanted to cum moments before. Leaning over he slid his hand down the base of Mikhail’s cock bringing his mouth to the head and he didn’t hesitate to let it slip between his lips and into his mouth.

    Mikhail pumped upward with his hips as Charlie moved his mouth up and down his cock and it didn’t take long for he was so close, his cock so hard that he came quickly and as he pumped his cum into Charlie’s mouth feeling the swallowing action of Charlie’s mouth, felt the way Charlie drew his cum out and sucked it down his throat till he too was spent.

    Charlie rose up and released Mikhail’s cock and he eased down next to him on the floor. Suddenly there was clapping and Dennis yelling out ‘bravo’ over and over. Charlie and Mikhail sat up and watched the two men come out of the shadows toward them.

    “That was beautiful” James said when they had stopped at the edge of the circle of light.


    There was a ringing noise, insistent, unrelenting and Charlie finally opened his eyes as he reached for the alarm clock on the nightstand. He could not get use to the early morning hour when everyone got up. He rolled back onto his back and looked over at Mikhail who was looking at him with amusement.

    “There for a minute I thought you were going to smash it instead of just turning it off” Mikhail said.

    Charlie leaned over to Mikhail and kissed him gently on the lips.

    “Good morning” Charlie whispered then he lay back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. “Do we have to get up so early every day?”

    “We don’t have to get up early on Saturdays and Sundays” Mikhail replied as he slipped his hand over to Charlie’s stomach and moved downward letting his fingers wrap around Charlie’s morning erection.

    “But today is Wednesday” Charlie whispered as he felt his cock respond to Mikhail’s manipulations.

    “I guess we’ll get a late start today” Mikhail replied as he moved over on top of Charlie.

    Within a few minutes Mikhail was riding Charlie’s cock, pulling his body up and easing back down. Charlie watched him move rhythmically on his cock, felt the way his hole slipped slickly along its length. It was strange, these last two months, living with another man. It was so alien, so out of the norm, but here deep in the mountains in this out of the way place it seemed perfectly normal. Dennis had told him how Mikhail had been so reserved with the other guys, only willing to have sex with James and him that is, until he arrived, and something changed in Mikhail. His stoic nature relaxed and it had shocked Dennis and James to find them having sex that first time down in the basement, but a pleasant kind of shock.

    Normally all the guys lived in the bunk house, all except Mikhail, and now it was Charlie and Mikhail, sharing a room in the back of the house behind the kitchen.

    Charlie didn’t know how long this could last, tried not to consider it and in moments such as this, Mikhail and he fucking, he gave it no thought whatsoever.

    Mikhail increased his pace, rocking on Charlie’s cock harder, rougher, till the springs of the bed squeaked noisily. Charlie put his hands on Mikhail’s thighs feeling the flex of muscle with the movement of their fuck.

    “Mikhail…Mikhail…” Charlie uttered through clinched teeth as he shoved upward thrusting his cock deep into Mikhail’s hole as he pumped out his load. When he was spent Mikhail rolled off of him slapping him on the thigh.

    “Come on, time to get up” Mikhail said as he headed to the small bath connected to their room. We have a luncheon to get ready. You know Caleb is coming up. That whore will fuck half the bunk house before he leaves.”

    “What about you?” Charlie asked.

    “I told you he hasn’t fucked me” Mikhail replied laughing.

    “NO, not that. What about you…you know…don’t you want to get off?”

    “Oh yes, but I can wait till this afternoon when we can take our time.”

    Charlie rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom where Mikhail was in the small shower. He pulled the curtain to the side, eased in next to him and closed the curtain behind him. Sniggering and laughter came from within the shower then Mikhail crying out for Charlie to stop. But Charlie couldn’t wait till the afternoon.


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  • Death in the Rockies

    “So, when did you figure out that Jason Jenks himself was the serial killer?”

    I gave Hank a steady look. We were across the table from each other in an interview room down at Denver police headquarters. But neither one of us was being interviewed–we’d both just needed a more private place to say our good-byes. I was about to leave the building and find a hotel near the airport. In the morning I’d ship out for New York, a job done if not exactly the job I’d been sent to do. I guess I was lucky. A cop didn’t often get congratulated for killing the man he’d been sent out to protect.

    “About fifteen seconds before I shot him dead–and I wasn’t positive then until I saw that he had that rope around your wrists and your neck.”

    “You didn’t suspect anything before that?”

    “No. But I sure should have; he’d had me in almost the same position twice already, and I didn’t get it. We were so sure Giacomo Arcardi was our man and that Jenks was our key witness. We all look pretty stupid now in hindsight. Of course Jenks could write up the killings in such detail–he was there. He was the killer. He really played us for chumps. He seemed so brave, if foolhardy, for remaining so public through it all; he’d set it up for the Rapinos and Arcardis to go at each other over this. He probably counted on getting another book out of it. But he was locked into his fetish; he just couldn’t give it up. And then there was Chuck–him taking advantage of me thinking he was my contact. It helped him get closer to Arcardi.”

    “You didn’t shoot him, did you?” Hank asked in a low voice. “Chuck. You weren’t the one who shot him, were you?”

    “No. That was the Rapino crew. I saw them driving off as I came on to Chuck’s body. They’d gotten to him before I did. He’d carried out his hit on Arcardi for them–them thinking it was Giacomo who had killed Lorenzo, Jenks’s book having misdirected them as much as it did us–and he was then just a loose end for them.”

    “You know that will come out as soon as the ballistics results come back.”

    “Yeah, I know. But by then I’ll be back in New York City. I’ll tell my lieutenant the full story. It’s still a hot issue for us back in New York. It still feeds a vendetta between two major crime families there. You can close the books here in Denver, but we still have some political shit to wade through on this back in New York.”

    “You really want to go back to New York? To that sort of shit? I’m sure they’d be happy to have you on the force here.”

    “New York’s my town,” I said. If he was telling me something, I didn’t really want to hold on to the hope. If he wasn’t, I knew I’d be miserable in Denver. With my luck, he was probably married and had a passel of children.

    “Pity no one took a closer look at Giacomo’s preferences,” he continued. If he’d had any idea what I was thinking, he didn’t let on. I took it as a vote for “married, with children.” “They’d have seen he didn’t fit the killer’s style.”

    “Yep. That’s on us back in New York. I could have played his angle before he even came out here, and I could have told them he was a watcher, not a snuffer. Although he did like his violence.”

    “Don’t take this on yourself, Clint. You pulled the wagon on this one. Mostly by yourself. I’m sure glad you showed up when you did. I didn’t have a clue why he was asking me to check something out with him at the back of the barn–and then after he hit me on the head with the shovel, I was out of it until Doc revived me. I don’t know what hurt me worse–my head, my throat, or my ass. I’d never been ridden before.”

    We sat there, looking at each other, for a long couple of minutes. I really, really didn’t know what–or if–he was signaling. I wanted to get back to New York, but Hank was a hard man to leave.

    “Well, I guess I need to be shoving off and checking out the hotels near the airport,” I said reluctantly. I held my hand out across the table to shake his. He did so, but he didn’t let go, and I didn’t want him to. His hand moved up over my wrist, though, and held on there. A chill went through my body, remembering his touch the last time we’d made love–a touch that turned me on like no one had done since Brad. The signaling was beginning to look more like signaling.

    “Yeah, I guess so,” he said in a tone that sounded every much as reluctant as mine. “It was good, though, wasn’t it?”

    “It was the best. The very best.” I was being too passive. If there was signaling going on, I needed to fall in with the game. But I didn’t get the chance.

    “So, there you are.” The voice was big, booming. I expected it to break the spell, that Hank would let loose of my wrist. But he didn’t.

    “Hi, Ron,” I said, recognizing the appearance of Ron Price, the guy who’d watched out for me from a distance. “I was just saying good-bye to Hank here.”

    “I hear you’re going back to New York in the morning.”

    “Yep. I think I’m done here.”

    That had done it. It wasn’t what I wanted, but if it wasn’t going to go over the edge, it was just as well for this dance to end. I didn’t get to this point often with a guy; it wasn’t one of my favorite journeys. I felt Hank’s hand fall away from my wrist. I looked up into his eyes, and I saw the hurt there–but I also saw a flash return to his eyes as he must have caught whatever my eyes were involuntarily revealing to him.

    “I’m on my way back to Chicago in a couple of days too. But you’ve got another night here then. Remember we talked about leather and such. You don’t need a hotel tonight, unless that’s what you want. I can take care of you tonight and get you to the plane tomorrow.”

    I tore my eyes away from Hank and looked at Ron. He was looking real good to me, and if I had to rebound, I wanted to land on my feet. Tight pants, big bulge at the crotch and bulging biceps–the whole package I looked for when I was running away from myself. I couldn’t help it; I was sinking fast into blind habit. I wanted to try out what he’d indicated he had for me.

    I looked back at Hank, torn now. I wanted him too. I just couldn’t control myself. That’s what I’d had with Brad that I needed. He had me on a loose leash–and he knew I couldn’t help myself–but he had control of me; he’d reign me in when I needed it. And he knew when I needed it.

    “He can’t tonight, Ron. Sorry. He’s staying at my place tonight.”

    Hank had taken my wrist again and I was trembling. The shock thundered through my body–that Hank knew when I needed to be brought back. But did he know what delicate ground we were on here? Only Brad had known.

    “Suit yourself. Have a good trip back to New York, Clint,” Ron said good-naturedly. “Maybe we’ll meet up there someday If you’re ever in Chicago, look me up. We could have a good time together, you and me.”

    “Yeah, you have a good one too,” I said to him as he turned and moved out the door. “And thanks for having my back in Chicago and up at the ranch.”

    Hank and I were back to where we’d been before Ron came in–he was holding my wrist from across the table again.

    “You want him, don’t you? Your body wants to try him out, doesn’t it?”

    “Yeah, I do want him, Hank. But I want you too. I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself.”

    “If I let him drive you home, to my place–after you two are done–will you still stay the night with me?”

    “Are you serious, man?”

    “If it’s what I have to do not to lose you entirely, it’s what I’ll do.”

    Just like Brad. He’d handled it just like Brad would have. That’s why it had worked with Brad. He knew my limits.

    Ron fucked me in the back of his smoked-window SUV, all tricked out for sport, in a dark-corner space in the basement garage of Hank’s apartment building. He had leads and restraints set so that I was bound and spread-eagled on the back floor of the vehicle from which all of the seats except the front ones had been stripped. I was in heaven.

    Before fucking me hard, he played in my ass channel with a string of graduated-sized balls, and while they were all in, he hunched over me and face fucked me. He was using serious balls, and he didn’t just take his time inserting them and slowly pull them out; he’d jerk the last, biggest one out to feel me tense and arch my back and cry out and then he’d push it back in. He had his cock harnessed in something electrified that made me gasp and give a shout whenever he pressed a bulb attached to it while he was fucking me.

    “Gawd, you are some talented bottom. Class A.” he muttered after I’d gone into a frenzy and tightened my channel and made him come when he was trying his best to avoid it. “I can see why they sent you all the way out from New York City for this gig. We gotta see more of you out West here.”

    He said he enjoyed it so much that he was sure now that he’d be paying a visit to New York City before the year was out. I’m almost sorry to say that I enjoyed it too and gave him my address and phone number in the city–and said I’d let him know when I moved. I already had decided that my apartment was too small and dingy to go back to.

    Hank took me slow and tenderly that night until I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him deep inside me and begged him to punish me–telling him that I was so sorry that I was who I was, wanting what I wanted. And then he was pile driving me hard and deep until long after I’d come and pleaded that I was beyond exhaustion.

    As we lay, still panting, but with enough breath now to speak in low tones, he whispered in my ear, “I’ve been thinking of transferring. I’ve a hankering for a larger city. Think they’d have me in the NYPD?”

    “In a flash,” I said.

    “And would you–?”

    “In a quicker flash. I’d already been thinking of getting a larger apartment without knowing why.”

    “Well, then.”

    “But . . . but, I’m not sure you’d want to. Hank, I can’t change. I like cock too much–and variety–and the edge. I love it on the edge.”

    “I’m not asking for more than you can give.”

    “Well, then.” And I settled down with a smile on my face and a purr in the back of my throat as once more, masterfully, he began to move inside me–reminding me so much of Brad that it almost scared me.

    [The follow-on Clint Folsom promiscuous GM bottom NYPD detective novel is “Death in Hollywood,” which will begin posting here soon.]


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  • Deep Forbidden Desires

    Deep Forbidden Desires #2

    BY A.Williams

        Alex and Mike sat finishing their beers staring at each other, each had small content smile. As Alex stood and headed for the kitchen he said, “Mike let me get busy cooking that dinner I promised you.” Mike followed, “What can I do to help?” Alex tosses him raw veggies from the frig, “Slice these up for me. Hope you like stir fry.” “Sound great.” Mike replied, as he began working. Alex turn on some tunes and they worked together to get dinner ready humming and dancing around some.

        “Would you like some wine Mike? I have a chilled light white that would go good with dinner.” Alex asked. “Wonderful, I’ll get it, keep cooking, it smells really good already.” Mike grabbed the wine and glass, popping the cork he asked, “Are you home alone tonight Alex?” He poured and handed a glass to Alex while sipping his own, waiting for an answer. “All weekend actually, my parents are out of town until Monday night. Yes… Yes sweet freedom.” Mike laughed.

        Soon they were at the table eating steaming plates of steak stir fry with pasta in a light brown sauce. “Damn Alex this is amazing. Do you cook often?” Mike asked. “The older I got the more my parents went out to do “their thing” and left me to my own devices. I soon got tired of pizza and fast-food, so I found some old cookbooks and I taught myself.” Alex clarified. Mike chuckled, “Impressive Man, very impressive.” He stated.

        Clean up was quick and easy, so they returned to the living room with the wine. They talked and drank getting to know each other. They found out they had a lot in common, they were both only children, no siblings. Both sets of parents liked to travel. Both had applied and been accepted to Clemson University in the fall. Mike on an academic scholarship, major in architectural design. Alex on a football scholarship, major in business management. They both liked classic rock music, the beach, boating, fishing, Black and White movies and the list went on and on. They were both surprised that they liked a lot of the same things.

        Mike noticed the time, “Alex it’s Midnight!! I can’t believe how long we’ve been talking and drinking. Shit we put away two bottles Man.” They laughed, feeling quite buzzed. “I should be getting home.” Mike said and stood on unstable legs. “Man I’m not driving anywhere in my condition and your cars at school. So, looks like your stuck here BOY!” Alex said.

        Mikes dick jumped hearing that word “BOY”. He immediately sat back down, “Yes Sir” he said head down. Alexs dick jumped hearing that word “Sir”. They both went into full man lust in two seconds. “Mike you can look at me.” Mike raised his head and their eyes locked. “Go to the phone Boy and call your house. Don’t… and I mean don’t hang up until your clear it to stay all weekend. You hear my Boy?” Alex commanded. Mike stood, “Yes Sir I hear you Sir.” He went to make his call. Alex could hear him talking and soon Mike returned. He knelt in front of Alex, head down hands behind his back and waited.

        Alexs cock was rock hard and leaking seeing Mike before him, he was so obedient. “Good Boy Mikey, did you get the all clear?” Mike stayed in position and said, “Yes sir, I did Sir.” Damn… damn I hope I don’t blow… this is hot, thought Alex. “Mikey we are going to my bedroom, you will not speak unless I ask you a question. You will do what you are told when you are told how you are told with no reservations, do you understand Boy?” “Yes sir, Yes sir.” Mike answered. “Come with me now Boy” Alex said as he stood and walked upstairs. Mike was on his heels.

        When they entered the bedroom Alex pulled Mike in his arms and kissed him lovingly. He knew he was supposed to be tough but Mike could melt his heart at times. They kissed deeply, standing close, touching, grinding. “Slowly undress me Boy.” Alex demanded. Mike did as he was told and that handsome tight muscle body along with that big fat long dick came into view. Alex moved to the bed and lay down on his back, hands behind his head and said, “Strip Boy.”

        Mike knew this would be the first time Alex had seen him naked, so he took his time and made a show of it. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he pushed it off his shoulders allowing Alex to see his hairy chest and treasure trial. Mike heard Alex moan and saw him reach to rub his hard cock as Mikes torso was displayed.

        He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them, along with his boxers they were at his feet. He turned around and bent over to remove them. He heard Alex let out a loud growl as his ass spread open, his pink hole twitching. He turned back to Alex his cock engorged and dripping precum.

        “Come lay on top of me Mikey,” Alex said, his voice full of lust. Mike approached the bed slowly and gently laid on Alexs warm hard body. Forehead to feet they felt the heat of each other, the power of skin rubbing skin. Alex placed a small sweet kiss on Mikes full lips but soon his hand was on his neck pushing hard, their mouths locked trying to choke each other with their tongues.

        Alex flipped Mike on his back and looking deep into his eyes, suddenly his intention to basically rape Mike changed completely. He saw the trust in Mikes eyes, he could see into his sweet soul, see the desire to loved and cherish him. Alex stopped on a dime, raised up off of Mike and sat on the edge of the bed in silence. Face in his hands, he realized he was crying. Alex never cried he was hard. He played hard, work hard and fucked even harder, Alex never let his feelings show. It was his time to be confused.

        Mike sat up and softly rubbed up and down Alexs back. “Why did you stop Babe? Are you okay?” He asked. Alex pulled himself together, wiped his tear soaked face and said, “Mike I have had handfuls of hook-ups with guys, more with women but that’s all they were, HOOK-UPS.

        With you I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before, seeing things in your beautiful brown eyes that are confusing me. I want to stop now, I want to hold you, cuddle you and fall asleep with you tight to me in my arms all night. Is that ok Mike?” Alex asked. “Yes babe… I would love that.” They settled into bed and in seconds they were fast asleep holding each other tightly.

        Mike woke with the warm sun on his face alone in the bed. He rolled and felt Alexs side of the bed still warm, he pulled his pillow to his face and breathed deep. Mike loved Alexs manly scent it made his dick chub up and tingle. Slowly he left the bed, put on his boxers and went in search of Alex. He found him in the kitchen, coffee in hand deep in thought propped against the back door jam in only a jockstrap. Mike grabbed a cup and sat at the table.

        Mike could not help but to admire Alex, he studied him closely as he looked out the back door still unaware of his presence. His blonde hair shining in the morning sun still in disarray from sleep. His face so perfect and smooth with that square manly jaw line. His pouty lips so soft and moist. Mike watched his muscles ungulate under his skin as Alex raised his cup for a drink. He thought all that training had Alex ripped and sculpted with just enough bulk to be extremely sexy.

        Mike continued gazing at him, his eight pack abs, his huge tasty package, his large smooth tight ass. Lower still, his almost hairless thick strong thighs and developed calves even his feet were sexy. Yes… Yes he was perfect, Mike thought.

        Alex noticed Mike sitting there ogling his body, it brought a smile to his face. He cleared his throat, “Morning Mikey, sleep well?” he asked in a sultry voice. Mike broke out of his trance, “Yes Babe… uumm… Alex I did sleep very well.” Alex laughed, “That’s ok Mikey, I like you would name me Babe, claim me as your own. Do you feel I’m yours Mikey?” Mike did not respond.

        Alex walked to Mike, got behind him and nuzzled into his neck, he breathed in his wonderful smell and placed kisses and love bites on his sweet skin. “Tell me Mikey, am I yours… do you want me all to yourself?” Alex whispered in Mikes ear. Mikes body was getting hot, his breathing faster as his dick got stiffer. He stood quickly and grabbed Alex in his arms.

        Mike held Alex tight in his grip, he pressed his lips to his hard pulling back he said, “Stop playing with me Alex, you know I want you, all of you. Goddamn it stop fucking with me and FUCK ME ALREADY!!!” Alex loved this asserted side of Mike. Alex said softly, “Mike I don’t want to fuck you Darling, I want to make love to you. My sweet, sweet Mikey, please I want this first time for us to be loving and tender.” Mike melted in his arms.

        “Darling come with me.” Alex grabbed Mikes hand and pulled him to the bedroom. Alex pushed Mike on the bed and gently pulled off his boxers. “Mikey I want some of your sweet cum first.” Alex said. He slowly licked Mikes dick from balls to leaking tip. He worshipped his cock as Mike had done to him. Alex loved his smell, the taste of his cock but most of all he loved the taste of his sweet precum.

        Finally Alex engulfed Mikes thick rod and went all out to get his prize. “Yes Babe…. Eat me Alex… Fuck… Fuck that’s good.” Mike moaned out. “Faster Babe… yes… hell yes… so good Babe.” Alex liked the moans and groans coming from Mike, they made him push on. Alex truly wanted to please Mike and get his prize. Soon Mike was getting close, “Damn Alex…. Unn.. unnn…your sssooo gggooooddd… I so close babe… YYYEEESSSS… FFFUUUCCCCKKK IIIMMMM CCCUUUMMMIIINNGGG.” Mikes body tensed and his dick swelled in Alexs throat. Suddenly hot spurts of cum hit Alex, he drank down every sweet drop.

        Alex stood up licking his lips, as he looked down at Mike he said, “Darling your cum is so sweet I’m beginning to crave it.” He laughed at himself. Alex pulled off his jockstrap and laid on top of Mike feeling the heat of his body. “Darling Mike I want you so much… I promise to get you ready to take me and if at any time Darling you want to stop tell me and we are done.” Alex whispered lovingly to Mike. “Please Babe make love to me now, I want you so, show me about man love.” Mike said.

        Alex pushed Mikes legs back to his chest and looked at his glorious ass and quivering pink hole. Alex looked in Mikes brown trusting eyes and said, “So beautiful Darling, so mouthwatering.” He dove in to Mikes ass with full force. Mike had never felt anything this good, Alex was nibbling, sucking and slurping his asshole. Pushing his long tongue inside him and it felt amazing. Mike wanted more, “Please Babe I want you now… please your wonderful cock in me now… please Alex… please.” Mike begged.

        Alex grabbed the lube and slipped one finger into Mike. He gasp and Alex pressed two in and found Mikes prostate, he began to stroke in slowly and Mike began to moan, “Yes Babe… hot damn that feels so good.” Alex worked in another finger and Mike began to push back wanting more. “Please Babe, my perfect man, please make love to me.”

        Alex lined up and pushed into Mikes hole but he tensed up, “Darling push out so I can come inside, relax my sweet Mikey.” Alex said softly. With a pop Alex was inside but he held still waiting for Mike to give the go. “Fuck your big, go slow ok Alex?” Mike pleaded. Alex started to push slowly, he talked to Mike sweetly in his ear… “Mikey you feel so hot, so tight, thank you Darling for allowing me to have your virgin ass, are you ok Mikey?” As Alex continued slowly to bury his cock, “Yes babe you feel amazing, don’t stop, come deep inside me Babe.” Mike said gasping for air.

        Alex leaned down and kissed Mike softly, groaning in the best pleasure he had ever felt. Alex licked and sucked on Mikes sweet lips as his cock bottomed out. They held still kissing passionately and deeply. Alex felt Mike relax and he stared his slow withdraw. His cockhead so sensitive, he didn’t know if he could last. “You feel so amazing Darling… Yes sweet Mikey we are finally one.” Alex yelled out in deep pleasure as he pushed back in to Mikes ass, he found his stride and Mike was loving it.

        “Babe yessss… babe faster… that’s it ooooo fffuuuccck… yyyeeesss pound me babe…. Yes… perfect bbbaaabbbeee… come .. on give it to mmmmeeeee… yes fuuuuccck yes,” Sweat poured off Alexs body and he was trying so hard to hold off his orgasm. Alex wanted for Mike to cum while he fucked him. He shifted his body and Mike screamed.

        “Fuck yyyeeesss… right there …fuck yyyyyeeessss … fassssstttteeerrr hhhaaarrrddderrr …. Yyyyeeesss Babe fuck I’m cccuuummmiiinnng!! Alex felt Mike ass clamp down and pulse and he shot tons of cum into Mikes ass. Alex was frozen in place, over and over he shot. He blacked out and fell on Mikes cum soaked body. Alex woke a few minutes later to Mike stroking his damp hair.

        “Babe are you mine now… all mine nobody else’s? Do you think I can satisfy you Babe? Are you ready to be a one man man?” Mike asked. Alex did not hesitate, “Yes Darling…. My sweet Darling Mikey, for the rest of my life.!!!


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  • Tenth Reunion

    “Jack? Jack Lane?” It was the third tentative search for confirmation he’d received since he had entered the bar at Melbourne, Florida’s, Radisson Suite Oceanfront Hotel. Because of the swirl of the crowd, he’d only made it about fifteen feet into the room. The open bar was another good twenty-five feet away, and his primary mission now was to reach that bar for a beer.

    He could have reacted to the repeated question with irritation. The badge hanging on a string around his neck clearly gave his name in bold red letters that could be read from six feet away–which, of course, was the idea: Jack Lane, 2005. The 2005 graduating class from the nearby Foreign Institute of Technology. The tag bore his college senior class photo as well.

    But he didn’t react with irritation. He was quite pleased. He now looked nothing like he had then, and that’s the whole reason he had come to his tenth college reunion. Some came to such reunions to connect with old friends; some came to trumpet the success they’d become since college graduation; and some came in revenge in “hey, look at me now and suffer” mode.

    Jack wasn’t here to connect with old college friends. He hadn’t had any, really. He’d been that pimply fat guy at the edge of the crowd, the butt of the jokes, the one who would do almost anything for a pat on the head and a bit of a smile. Some of why he’d come was his success since college in business, but most of why he came was for “just look at me now” revenge.

    This, of course, was also a function of his business. He owned a string of gyms in Atlanta now and was a national spokesman for a before/after weight-loss program his gyms used. He himself was the poster child for the before/after makeover of that program.

    He’d let out all stops in appearing at the first ice-breaker of the reunion. He was wearing a white silk shirt that closely followed the contours of his sculpted chest, including the pop-out of his nubs, and tight trousers tailored to highlight the bulge at the crotch. He’d always been very well endowed–nothing in the weight loss and body sculpting program had changed that–but he’d been such a blubber puss in college that few had found out how hung he was.

    He also wore open-toed sandals, without socks. A lover had once told Jack that it took nothing more than looking at his bare feet in sandals to make the man hard, and having found that it seemed to have the effect on others more often than not, Jack was going with the look. And for the previous week, he had spent a great deal of time in the spa at his Atlanta flagship gym, being totally groomed. He was ready to take on the world now, and from the looks he was getting as he moved farther into the room, the world was his.

    He’d been so conflicted in college on sexual preferences that he’d done what he could to try both teams–with little success. The school punch had let him fuck her–but then everyone fucked her. Her name was Linda. Jack couldn’t remember her last name, but the one that had been given to her by the school crowd was Lays–Linda Lays–and that’s the name that stuck in his mind. The forgiving grace was that Linda had been a bombshell. Not too bright, but a great face and figure–she had, hands down, the nicest rack in the college class.

    And there had been Sara Fairchild, in much the same boat that he was weight wise, who had actually seduced him. They’d gone a few rounds for a couple of months. He didn’t remember why they’d stopped, but neither one of them had gotten past the awkward stage of coupling. And then there were a couple of members of the football team, like the captain of the Panthers that year, Nathan Crosby, who had let Jack suck him off, but who had then made fun of him by gathering other guys on the team around for more of the same. What Jack had really wanted then was to experience being fucked. But it didn’t happen.

    When Jack had gotten into shape, though, he found he didn’t want to be fucked; he wanted to be doing the fucking. And by that time, he had his pick of the young men coming to his gyms.

    Jack had come to his tenth reunion to get some of his back with Nathan Crosby, who he had kept track of these past years. After blowing his knee out in tryouts with the Miami Dolphins, Nathan had sunk like a stone. He supposedly had majored in aeronautical engineering at the college, the college being a feeder school for the staff at the nearby Cape Kennedy NASA installations, but he hadn’t bothered to go to many classes and never actually got a degree. His life at FIT had revolved around trying to keep the Panthers from having a losing football season. He’d never left Melbourne and now worked as an auto mechanic, not an irrelevant job for what he’d learned from the few aeronautical engineering classes he’d attended.

    But Jack had also come because there was someone he really did miss–the one who had established in Jack’s mind that he preferred men. Cameron had been younger than the rest of the class–by nearly three years. He was a child prodigy, sent to FIT because he was a momma’s boy who his mother wouldn’t let out of her sight. He could have gone to Harvard or Yale in mathematics and performed brilliantly there. Instead he stayed in Melbourne, where his mother lived, and started off in mathematics but, being practical minded, switched to computer science.

    He had been small and nerdy but was a strikingly good looking blond, with a twinky, but pleasingly muscled torso and a face that was more beautiful than handsome behind those owlish glasses that seemed to accentuate the intense, yet “deer-in-the-headlights” look he had. He dressed half Goth and half beach bum, but neither of those elements in the college accepted him. They were afraid of his brilliance and his propensity to zip any conversation up into the stratosphere where none of those students would have an inkling what the hell he was saying.

    Jack had known what he was saying, though. Their friendship had started slowly, building from being the two guys at the edge of the crowd who everyone else was ignoring. And their relationship had almost “gotten there.” By graduation they had gotten beyond kissing and into mutual masturbation. But Cameron had made the mistake of inviting Jack home the night of graduation for supper, and the first thing Jack knew, Cameron’s mother had gotten her son into Cal Tech for graduate school and whisked him off to California. Jack, after a lot of effort, had found an address for the mother’s home on the West Coast, and he wrote a couple of letters. But if they got to the right address, the mother intercepted and pitched them, because Jack never received a letter in turn.

    When Jack saw Cameron’s name on the “coming to reunion” list, he signed up as well. Jack had never forgotten the man he had thought of as his first love.

    “Jack? Is it Jack Lane?” the trim middle-aged man said as the two came face to face while Jack was trying to reach the bar.

    “Yes. Hello, Professor Hollings,” Jack answered. He was standing nearly nose to nose with the college’s drama teacher who had been head of the Communications Studies Department when Jack had attended the college, majoring in marketing. Cliff Hollings had been the one person at the school other than Cameron who had paid any attention to Jack. And he’d paid considerable attention to him. Jack had only been brave and forward enough to start down the road with Cameron and give those blow jobs to the football team because Cliff Hollings had taught him how to beat off and suck off another man.

    “My god, Jack, you are gorgeous now,” Hollings prissed. “You have transformed yourself. Why, I think I might come in my pants just looking at you.”

    “Yes, life has been good to me, professor,” Jack answered in a low-key voice. He was so past the likes of Cliff Hollings in his sexual development. But, yet, he didn’t want to embarrass the man. College had taught Jack a hard lesson in rejection, and Hollings hadn’t rejected him in college. He was owed some regard, if not a great deal of respect. Jack had been so vulnerable in those years, and the drama professor had been predatory. There was no doubt in that.

    “Are you staying at the hotel? Perhaps later we could get together for a chat.”

    “Yes, I’d like that,” Jack answered, carefully not mentioning that he was staying–alone–at the hotel. “We’ll have to chat later. Right now I’d kill for a glass of beer, though.”

    Jack was helped by the appearance of the class starlet, Lisa Enders, at Hollings’ elbow, intent on dredging up memories of the senior class play. Jack took Hollings’ momentarily redirected attention as the chance he needed to nudge closer to the open bar–and farther away from Hollings.

    He was running up against a barrier, but a very nice barrier. The woman, turned away from him, was wearing a cocktail dress with little or no back to it. Her auburn hair shone, the golden strands running in it picking up and reflecting the recessed lighting in the room. Her figure was perfect from the back. Linda Lay had been a blonde in college, but that was Jack’s guess who this was. He wasn’t all that excited to talk with Linda at the moment, but he had to get past her somehow to get to the Holy Grail of the bar and the beer he needed.

    He wouldn’t be ashamed to talk to Linda. She had been half decent to him in college. Half, he thought, because she’d given him the runaround when he wanted to take her for a ride for the experience–because she was training half the male students of the college. But she’d walked into the male locker room of the gym one day, looking for Nathan Crosby–which was why Jack had been in the locker room that day too, naked. And when she’d seen what Jack was packing, she suddenly became quite friendly. They had only fucked twice, but she had come for him both times, which was more than he could say for some of his efforts later with Sara. And she had given him a short course on what to do to please a woman. Those two half-hour sessions had been more valuable information than he had gathered from half of a semester of courses at the college.

    But no doubt Linda was here for the same reason he was–for revenge for how cavalierly she had been treated in college. She no doubt would be tracking down all of the men who had fucked her who brought wives and would tease them until the wife had apoplexy. Jack wished her good hunting, but he had his own fish to fry.

    “Jack? Jack Lane? Is that really you?” The woman had turned to him as he was trying to nudge past her. She was as much a knockout from the front as she had been from the rear. But she sent Jack into shock.

    “Sara?”

    “Yes, it’s me,” Jack’s brief female lover from college said. She laughed, a lilting little laugh. “Well, look at the two of us. Who would have known?”

    She obviously was referring to how beautiful they both were now. Jack warmed to her straightforward honesty. And something inside him made him want to do a little victory dance for them both.

    “Umm, sorry. From the back, I thought maybe you were Linda. Linda Whatshername.”

    “Linda Lays? Is that how you guys took her in college? From the back?” She laughed again. “I’ll take that as a compliment as long as you haven’t seen the new Linda.”

    Jack gave her a quizzical look.

    “She’s over there. In the gray pant suit. My guess is she’s hiding varicose veins from all the lifting of kids.”

    “Kids?” Jack asked, looking across the room, scanning where Sara was pointing several times because he couldn’t believe that the weary-looking woman with mousey brown hair was Linda Whatshername. But that was the only woman in a gray pants suit. If it was Linda, she’d put on a whole hell of a lot of weight. Jack had the fleeting image of the weight he’d lost–having been transferred to her. “She have a load of kids now?” he asked.

    “Not her own. She runs a day-care center now. I think it’s driving her to an early grave.”

    “And you, Sara,” Jack said, refocusing on the gorgeous woman beside him. “What sent you in an opposite direction, and what do you do now?”

    “I run sort of a specialty B&B in Athens, Georgia, and–“

    “Sara’s?” Jack said, and then laughed.

    “Yes,” Sara answered. But she looked at Jack pointedly.

    He knew that establishment in Athens. It was a high-class brothel. One of his gyms was in Athens and he’d heard it referred to as an expensive place but with first-class service. Sara was looking embarrassed, though, and he didn’t want to anger her, so he rushed on.

    “Well, you are looking terrific.”

    “And so are you. I got in shape at a marvelous gym in Athens–specializes in a special diet combined with exercise and . . . hey, wait. Jack Lane. It’s Jack Lane’s gym. You aren’t–?”

    “Yes, I’m afraid I am,” Jack said, and then they both laughed. “It’s how I got in shape too. Say, Sara–“

    “Are you staying at the hotel? I guess I should ask if you’re married now.”

    “Yes and no.”

    “You have a room number?”

    “Yes, 2218.” He’d said it without taking time to consider the ramifications of the question.

    “Well, I just might come up and see you sometime.” She mimicked Mae West’s voice when she delivered the classic line, so Jack didn’t take her too seriously. He was at a loss for words to answer that with, though, but was saved by a classmate whose nametag raised no memories with Jack putting herself in front of Sara’s face and started to gush about how great Sara looked–which was a whole lot better than the classmate looked like.

    Jack turned, only to have a glass of beer pushed into his sternum.

    “I managed to get to the bar,” Cliff Hollings said. “Here’s your beer. Consider me your savior.”

    “Thanks, savoir,” Jack answered, gratefully accepting the beer.

    “There must be a reward for that,” Hollings said, giving Jack a meaningful smile. “Like, say, your room number here at the hotel.”

    “Uh, of course,” Jack said, his mind racing. “Not sure I remember. I think it’s 1973, though.”

    “Ah, that was a very good year for me,” Hollings said, giving Jack a leer that had Jack assuming that Hollings had memorable sexual experiences that year. That, of course, was before Jack was born, though.

    Mercifully, another former college drama student latched onto Hollings, and Jack turned, looking for one of two men. Either Nathan Crosby or Cameron Rawlings would do at the moment.

    It was Cameron Rawlings, though, who Jack saw. He was sitting at a table across the room, one with two chairs. He was still looking good, the way Jack had often seen him–without those big owl glasses. But he wasn’t alone at the table. The other chair was being overwhelmed by a big bruiser of a black man. Cameron was wearing a reunion badge. The black man wasn’t. As Jack watched, the black man picked up the empty glasses that had been on the table in front of them, waded his way to the bar, with the sea of people parting before him in acknowledgment of his bulk and slightly mean demeanor, and returned to the table with refills.

    So, Cameron hadn’t come to the reunion alone, Jack thought. Quite a disappointment. Enough of a disappointment that Jack had had his fill of the reunion just then. He suddenly was tired from the trip down from Atlanta and wanted to go to his room and nap. As he was leaving the bar, though, he caught a glimpse of Nathan Crosby holding court across the room. Auto mechanics had been good to him. He was looking in good trim. Nathan was part of why Jack had come to the reunion. He didn’t feel like making a move on him just now, however. Some beach time was on the schedule tomorrow. Nathan had always been an exhibitionist and his body looked good enough now that he’d surely be out on the beach tomorrow. Given the passage of ten years, most of the class wouldn’t. But Jack would be too.

    * * * *

    “Do I know you?”

    “Does it matter for what you want?”

    Jack had staked himself out on the beach on an oversized towel. He was propped up on his elbows, facing the beach, legs a bit spread, wearing only a black silky Speedo that clung to every crevice and curve and reflective sunglasses that kept his eyes a secret to himself. Nathan Crosby had passed twice between him and the waterline before pausing the third time at Jack’s feet. He was wearing trunks, but they didn’t hide his arousal.

    “What might I want?” Nathan said in an amused voice. He crouched down nearly between Jack’s feet to continue the conversation, which revealed that he indeed wanted something.

    “Maybe to go a round or two more privately?” Jack asked. “Would you have marched past me three times and taken a good look if you didn’t have a specific itch to scratch?”

    “Maybe,” Nathan answered. One of his hands moved to take hold of Jack’s ankle. Jack didn’t flinch. Nathan looked up and down the beach to see if anyone was watching. Jack carefully raised and bent his legs, still leaving them spread, moving slowly enough that Nathan’s hand remained on his ankle. Nathan goose-stepped in his crouch closer in to Jack’s body. He looked up and down the beach again–the afternoon was moving toward long shadows and most other bathers had moved inside for happy hour. Seeing no one watching, Nathan moved in with his other hand to feel Jack’s crotch.

    “I wonder which one of us is harder,” Jack said, painting an amused smile on his face. “You got a room in the hotel we can move this to?”

    Jack already knew that Nathan had a room at the Radisson. He also knew, though, that there was a Mrs. Crosby booked in that room as well. He just wanted to rattle Nathan a bit, to remind him how two-faced he was about this.

    “Afraid not,” Nathan answered smoothly, not knowing that Jack knew quite a bit about him already–and not yet having recognized who Jack was.

    They struggled a bit for ascendance on the bed in Jack’s room after each had sucked the other to shuddering arousal. Nathan obviously was accustomed to being the top. That was far from the plan that Jack had for him. And, finally, Nathan gave up when he’d been turned on his belly and Jack was covering his back and, in surrender, raised his pelvis to give Jack a good entry angle.

    His eyes flew open and his mouth gaped in a cavernous response of surprise and shock as Jack started riding him furiously–hard, deep, and fast–brutally–to a prolonged ejaculation. It all happened so unexpectedly and fast that Nathan didn’t have time to build up to his own release before it, painfully for him, was over.

    Finished, Jack rose quickly from the bed, scooped up Nathan’s swimsuit, threw it at him, and growled, “You asked me if you knew me. I can tell you now that you once did. I’m Jack Lane. Remember? Tubby Jack Lane from back at FIT. We’re at our tenth reunion. Remember? Remember how you made fun of me? How I begged for a fuck and you just turned me over to your friends to provide blow jobs all around? Well, look who’s fucked now.”

    “Jack?” Nathan said in a weak, confused voice. He never had been very quick on the uptake. But then it hit him, and he turned red in the face.

    “I’ll give you thirty seconds to pull your suit on and get out of my room,” Jack said. “If you’re still naked then, you go out in the hall that way and I go looking for your wife.”

    Nathan made it out of the room in twenty seconds.

    * * * *

    After Nathan left, Jack felt drained, and, although satisfied that after ten years he’d put Nathan in his place, somehow the victory didn’t seem rich enough to Jack. He had come down to Melbourne, signing up for a silly reunion of a Podunk college, just for those few moments of watching Nathan Crosby’s face turn red?

    Well, no, he had come to try to hook up with Cameron Rawlings too. But that had gone bust.

    Tired and out of sorts, Jack decided that he had no interest in going to the reunion banquet that had already started down in the hotel ballroom. He had thought that he would enjoy sitting somewhere near Nathan and his wife so that he could gloat a bit and make Nathan more uncomfortable. But now he realized how petty that was.

    “Fuck Nathan,” he said out loud. Then he laughed, recovering his humor a bit. That’s exactly what he’d done. He’d fucked Nathan. And it had been obvious that Nathan wasn’t a bottom. He wanted the new Jack so much, though, that he was willing to bottom for him.

    “Fuck him,” Jack said, and then he went off to take a shower, pulled on a set of sleeping shorts, and crawled under the sheets of the bed, his nose sniffing in the musky smell of the sex of the two men. “Fuck him,” he muttered again, rolled over in the bed, and went to sleep earlier than he’d done since he was a child.

    The knock on the door woke him. The room was dark, but he reached over and flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. It was barely 10:00 p.m. Whoever had knocked had every reason to believe he’d still be up. If it was someone from the reunion, they might even wonder if he was well, as he hadn’t shown up for the banquet.

    But who would care or know where to find him? He froze then at the realization that he’d given the correct room number to Sara. He began to sweat. He hadn’t been with a woman since the last fumbling sessions with Sara ten years previously.

    Could he fuck her if that’s what she was here for? Could he pretend to want her? She was the madam of a brothel now. Wouldn’t she be able to tell he wasn’t interested? And would she have a grudge against him from college that would cause her to spread his preferences all over the class of 2005? That wouldn’t be good for his business. He’d been very careful to keep his coupling with men under wraps.

    The knocking continued. But now it was being accompanied by a voice. A man’s voice. Not Sara’s. “Oh, shit,” he thought. Had Cliff Hollings ferreted out his real room number? But then it didn’t sound like Cliff’s voice.

    He stumbled over to the door and opened it.

    “Oh! Did I catch you sleeping?”

    “Cameron,” Jack said, the surprise evident in his voice. Instinctively, he popped his head beyond the door frame and looked up and down for evidence of the black brute he’d seen Cameron with.

    “I’m alone. I . . . I wanted to see you again,” Cameron stuttered out. “You’ve been on my mind ever since stuff started coming out on the reunion. I only came because I hoped you’d be here.”

    “The black man. The man you were with in the bar yesterday,” Jack said.

    “Michael?” Cameron laughed. “He’s my bodyguard. I think of him more as my minder. The corporation saddled me with him because of all of the company secrets rattling around in my head. The price one pays for being a tech corporation CEO in Silicon Valley. I gave him the slip to come up here, though. I saw you in the bar yesterday and couldn’t wait to hook up again. That is if you haven’t lost interest after all these years.”

    Jack reached out into the corridor and pulled Cameron into his room. Slamming the door with one hand, he pressed Cameron up against the wall beside the door with the other hand and with his naked torso.

    Cameron emitted a little moan, as Jack’s mouth found his. There was no reluctance there. Cameron opened his lips to Jack’s pressing tongue and moved his arms around Jack’s waist, his hands pushing under the waistband of Jack’s sleeping shorts and gripping his buttocks.

    Exhilarated, Jack’s mind screamed that it had been a great tenth reunion after all as he led Cameron over to his bed.


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  • Team spirit

    The whole match had been disappointing. Everybody in the team knew it. They had to win the clásico but, in the end, they hadn’t been able to endure so much pressure. All their fans, all the socios were expecting them to defeat FC Barcelona, to clean their opponents’ clock, to lick them. Real Madrid had had a bad season. Oh, of course, they were in the top three of the Liga; they even were the second best team so far. Nobody, though, could be satisfied with it in the capital. They had to win the league this year. Every single TV channel, every single newspaper and every single website had emphasized it at the beginning of the new season: Real Madrid had to reassure its fans all around the world after three tough years. Since 2012, they hadn’t won any Liga and they unsuccessfully struggled to qualify for the semi-final in the UEFA Champions League one year ago. They had won one measly Copa del Rey in 2014 but it wasn’t enough. Meanwhile, the Catalan club had won three leagues and even the most biased and determined fans of Madrid had to admit that their team wasn’t good enough. Sometimes, they played well, especially when they had to meet a weak club like Éibar; nevertheless, they always ended up losing when it came to the most difficult matches. Their coach, Carlo Ancelotti, hadn’t been able to put things right, despite his countless tactical reshuffle and his well-known skills as a born leader.

    That night, he even didn’t bother to shout the players’ head off. He just looked at them in the locker room, shook his head and went away. The ambiance in the team had become more than unpleasant. Each defeat in a crucial match seemed to worsen the situation and even the best scorers got unsure in front of the opposing goal. They were due to be better than that but they simply couldn’t, as if the magic had faded away. Everybody tried to maintain the “team spirit”, as everybody called it, particularly the “historic” players, the ones who knew everything about Real Madrid, the ones who respected this team, the ones who understood its history, its meaning for millions of people throughout the world. Iker Casillas, the captain, acted this way and so did Sergio Ramos. He was the most charismatic player of the team and one of the most humble. He had won many Ligas, one World Cup and two European Championships. He was considered one of the greatest defenders on Earth, he had been a magazine cover feature so many times, he was admired by all the socios but, most of all, he knew that he was just a member of a great history, of a magic club that was the dream of countless children all around the world. Even the men had to admit he was very handsome – no, he was not handsome, he was hot. Many women were envious of his ex girlfriends, especially of Pilar Rubio, a famous anchorwoman who had given him a child. He knew how to stay close to the people; he always had time to give them some autographs, to speak with them a little. That’s why everybody loved him and, above all, held him in high esteem. He was a like a model for Spanish citizens, who wanted to find good examples to follow in these tough times. His teammates also respected him since he always had the whole team in mind; he wasn’t the least selfish, he cared about them, about their problems, about their health.

    He and Cristiano Ronaldo were at opposite poles. Of course, everyone had to admit that Cristiano was a damn good player and an incredible scorer. But he didn’t believe in that special “team spirit” everybody was talking about. To him, that was just bullshit. He thought that there were only gifted or useless people, gifted or useless players. There was no “magic”, no history to respect. Of course, he believed he was the best one in this team, the one everybody had to admire, to compliment, to flatter (and he loved being flattered). He had an incredible and unbearable individualistic behaviour on the soccer field. He wanted to shine, to be the only one in the spotlight. Above all, he wanted everybody to accept that he was the only true soccer god; not only the socios, not only his fans but his teammates too. Since Florentino Pérez, the club president, bought him, he had satisfied the public. Nonetheless, over the three past years, his talent had seemed to vanish. He had scored less and less goals and they were less and less extraordinary. But there was another major problem: he was ruining the ambiance. No other player could stand him. He was always unpleasant, rude and self-absorbed. He didn’t pay attention to his teammates’ criticisms and observations. To him, they were jealous of his uncommon gifts; they couldn’t admit he was better than them. They envied his beauty, his success amongst women, his unbelievable sense of style, his sex appeal, his lavish lifestyle. He was always bragging about his new girlfriend, an American model he had just met a few months ago. He really thought that all the other players wanted to fuck her and got angry because they couldn’t.

    At the beginning, his teammates tried to make him change his attitude, to make him become more humble. They were appalled at his behaviour; how could anybody act like such a spoiled brat? Afterwards, they strove to ignore him. He would simmer down, he would understand that he was just a member of the team, a part of the club. He would finally behave like a grown man, he would respect the venerable institution he worked for. He didn’t, though. He was unable to face his problems, to face the problems of the team. He thought that the other players were responsible for the defeats. How could he have been? He was the best, he couldn’t be blamed for those failures. He played well, the problems came from the others. Since he was the best-paid player in the team, since he made the club earn a lot of money (you know, soccer shirts, sponsorship and stuff like that), the president didn’t want to criticize him, didn’t want him to feel bad or edged out. Even the coach thought he was a sucker, a moron, but Florentino Pérez didn’t let him be too harsh with him. And it made his teammates even madder. They considered him a shallow person; he was just interested in his own personal glory, in his cars, in his precious clothes. Many players wanted to strike him, to beat the shit out of him, just to teach him how to behave. But nobody dared. He wasn’t daunting, despite his brawny body. They all were strong and some of them seemed “wilder”, more powerful, more intimidating, like Sergio Ramos, who was a true macho in spite of his kindness. But they just didn’t want the situation to get worse. They strove to ignore him, not to speak to him, not to answer his ridiculous criticisms. They hoped he would be soon leaving the club but they knew it wasn’t the case.

    That night, after that shameful defeat against Barcelona, they were silent in the locker room. They all took a shower in their private cubicle and quickly got dressed. Nobody said a word. There wasn’t anything to say. They had played poorly during the match, especially Cristiano Ronaldo, who had been constantly blaming them for his own mistakes. They had coped in silence. Sergio Ramos glanced at him as he pulled on his ludicrous polo shirt and his hideous jacket. Everybody in the team thought Cristiano had no sense of style, but he was convinced they were wrong, that they criticized him because they were jealous. To Sergio, who really looked buff and manly (particularly with his beard and his tattoos), Cristiano was a kind of sissy. There was no such “metrosexual”; at least, he was positive that Cristiano wasn’t a metrosexual. He considered him as a true sissy. He didn’t pay heed to the umpteenth preposterous and unfair criticism he made. Neither did the other players. They wanted to make him shut up, but they kept silent. He finally left without saying goodbye.

    When he had finished lacing up his sneakers, Sergio told everybody goodbye and went to his car, in the car park. He was thinking about Cristiano. This situation couldn’t continue. There were many problems in the team and Cristiano wasn’t responsible for everything that went wrong but he made the situation worsen. He had to pay for what he had done, for his childish behaviour, for his selfishness. Sergio wanted to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.

    When he finally reached his house, in a well-to-do neighbourhood of Madrid, Sergio smiled. He had found. Cristiano would pay. And he would pay for a long, long time…

  • My Navy GUY

    My brother Tom and his navy buddy Shane were home from the navy. Shane lived a few blocks away. I have lusted after him for as long as I can remember. After 2 years in the navy he has well-developed muscles and is physically fit and strong. My heart beats faster every time he walks past me. I could smell him and taste him. Just being in his company sexually arouses and excites me.

    Shane is 22 years old 6′ tall (183cm). 195lbs (88kg) muscular athletic body.

    I’m Kris 18 years old 5′ 8″ (173cm). 120lbs (54kg) skinny swimmers body.

    I watched them cautiously as they fooled around the pool diving and wrestling one another in the water and playing pool ball. Shane’s trunks hugged a firm well-defined ass; the material disappeared up the crack between his round cheeks defining their shape. They never quite covered the tops of his black wiry pubic hairs. Now and then he would have to pull them up as they slipped down revealing more of his ass crack. I could make out a pair of large balls and the curve of his thick dick as it lay to one side, the shape of the head was clearly visible.

    My brother decided he would go up north the following day and call on a buddy. My parents were away on vacation, which would mean I was home alone when Tom left. Shane said he had nothing to do tomorrow afternoon so he would call round and use the pool if that was ok, Tom said yeah feel free.

    The following morning I was still in bed at 10-30 am when Tom called up to say he was off, I heard him drive off. I couldn’t get back to sleep; I was too horny, thinking of Shane and his well-toned chiseled body. I had gone the last 3 days without jacking off, at eighteen my hormones were telling me I needed to cum. The need to shoot my load was occupying my mind from the moment I woke up. My dick was stiff, my balls were aching for relief, and my nipples were firm and sensitive.

    I cleaned myself and lubricated my ass and got my 8″ vibrating dildo. I lay naked on my back imagining that Shane was atop of me and he was stroking my naked chest and running his hands down over my thighs and licking and sucking my nipples as I moaned in ecstasy.

    It took a little gentle persuading to get my sphincter to eventually relax so I could slide the 8″ dildo all the way up my hole. I could feel the rubber balls rubbing up against my stretched ass. Sighing and inhaling rapidly as I imagined it was Shane’s big hard dick penetrating me. The vibrator massaged my prostate. I was drifting away into my imaginary fantasy as I stroked my stiff dick. My legs were trembling as the whole length of my 8″ vibrator stretched my gut. It was ecstasy. My dick was bursting. My whole body went into spasmodic shuddering as threads of pearly cum juice squirted out my dick slit. Hitting me on my nose and mouth. One, two, three four and five strong squirts of cum juice covered my face and chest. Cum juice spilled out my dick slit covering my hand and dick shaft.

    I ran my tongue round my lips licking the tasty sperm laden juice and fantasying that Shane was feeding me. An inner feeling of deep pleasure and satisfaction shot through my body. I lay there in a dreamy world of tranquility.

    The doorbell rang startling me out of my sexual dream. Fuck who can that be? I quickly pulled on my boxers, looking in the mirror I wiped cum juice off my face and chest.

    Whoever it was at the door was very persistent and continually ringing the bell. When I opened the door my eyes nearly popped out it was Shane he was literally only wearing a very small pair of tight fitting shorts. His dick looked massive. I looked at his bulge then into his face he smiled and looked down; I followed his eyes down to his bulge.

    “Your, your early,” I stuttered. “No, it’s gone 12 noon,” he said. I looked at my watch yeah he was right I had been playing with myself for over 2 hours. How fast time flies when you’re having fun!

    He stepped in and closed the door behind him. “You alone?” He asked. “Yeah Tom left earlier,” I replied. “I’ve been looking forward to a swim all morning,” he said as he looked at me and smiled. “You going to join me?” he asked. Standing there looking at his glistening muscular body was too overwhelming for me to give an immediate answer, he knew I was a good swimmer. “WELL? He asked in a demanding voice, as he looked me up and down. He knew what effect he was having on me.

    “Yeah, yeah,” I said nervously. “Good he said,” as he ran his fingers inside the waistband of his shorts. He stared at me with wide- open eyes. “What’s this,” he said as he ran his finger along my shoulder, then held his finger up to my face. It was cum juice. “You been jacking off,” he asked. He licked his finger “mmmmmm! You taste good,” he said. Then with no hesitation he unbuttons the top button of his shorts, unzipped his zipper and let his shorts fall to the ground, his hard dick sprang up at an angle.

    He looked down at his hard dick that was springing up and down. “Sometimes I just don’t have any control of it,” he said grinning. Fuck, the blood was surging into my dick giving me a boner; it was tenting in my boxers. I could not hide it. “You have the same problem,” he said, as he moved over towards me and ran his fingers inside my waistband and pulled my boxers down to my thighs exposing my rock hard dick. I inhaled deeply. “That’s a nice looking dick,” he said as he played with it, “Fuck the pool,” he said.

    “How about I take care of that for you and you take care of my dick,” he said. I was trembling and shaking so much all I could do was nod my head up and down to indicate I would.

    “Let’s get comfortable,” he said as he pulled my boxers off. He lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder and carried me up to my bedroom. He lifted me off his shoulder and lowered me down onto my bed. I was as light as a feather to him. My dildo rolled from under my pillow, he picked it up sniffed at it, looked at me and said as he held his hard dick in his hand, “you have my hard dick, you don’t need this anymore.” He threw it across the room. “Lay on your back,” he said. He got into 69 position and straddled my face, then snaked his hard dick into my mouth, penetrating gently as deep down my throat as he could before I gagged. My whole body, legs and arms were still trembling violently out of control, which excited him to think he had such an effect on me. I reached up and stroked his firm ass, moving my hands over the parts of his muscular back that I could reach.

    Then I experienced an extreme sensation as he took my dick in his mouth and moved his lips up and down the shaft of my hard dick. He squeezed my balls and stroked my thighs sending ripples of delight through my body as he slid his lips more and more vigorously up and down my hard shaft. I could not hold it in any longer my dick exploded in his mouth. He squeezed my dick in his mouth to partly control my squirts of cum juice. He lifted my legs up and spread my legs apart exposing my hole. Any surplus cum he could not swallow or hold in his mouth he spat onto and into my man pussy.

    Then he concentrated on finishing fucking my face. He gradually thrusts his dick deeper. I produced copious amounts of saliva, which lubricated his dick. He continued thrusting deeper until he had the whole length of his hard dick down my throat to the hilt, making me gasp for air; I was kissing his pubic hairs. He withdrew all the way out then thrust all the way back in. I gulped for air each time he withdrew. I felt his body stiffen and his dick swell and throb in my mouth and throat. He gave out a loud deep guttural moan as he squirted warm thick sperm laden juice into my mouth and down my throat. He squirted lots, which spilled out my mouth running down my chin and over my face.

    I swallowed as much as I could. He pulled all the way out and squirted strands of pearly white cum over my face. He then reinserted his hard cock into my mouth. I could sense his body was relaxing. His dick slowly softened in my mouth making it easier for me to breathe. I continued to suck on his semi-hard cock until he pulled out.

    Then I felt an extreme intensity as he ran his finger round the rim of my anus, To have someone to do that was a more powerful effect on me than if I did it to myself. I just lay there limp and totally under his control. The sensation became more intense as he penetrated me with 2, 3 and then 4 fingers stretching my anus and working my juices deeper into my hole. Giving me an erotic sensation.

    He positioned himself so he was laying on me and looking into my face. He looked very pleased with himself. He licked his spilt cum juices off my face and neck. Then he leaned in and snaked his tongue into my mouth licking the back of my throat and playing with my tongue, tasting his juices in my mouth.

    Was this really happening or is it a dream I was thinking. He ran his fingers through my hair and looked into my eyes as he continued to kiss me. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I could feel his hand sliding down the crack of my ass searching for my man pussy. I felt his fingers penetrate my hole stretching it open as he pressed the head of his hard dick against my anus. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he looked into my eyes and said “Time for you to feel my hard cock inside you and for me to fuck you boy!” Hearing him say that sent my body into uncontrollable spasms.

    Then I felt his wet warm lips gently kiss my face as he leaned in and with one firm thrust the head of his hard cock slipped in making me yelp and throw my head back. The effect was far more intense than my dildo. I was staring up at him as I stroked the muscles on his back and ran my hands over his firm butt. I could feel his dick sliding deeper into me; now and then he would thrust harder as my inside resisted his penetration. I lowered my legs and wrapped them round his slim waist. He used the full force of his hips to force his dick all the way into me. I had fantasized hundreds of times when jacking off thinking of him fucking me, this was more intense than anything I had imagined. His chest was sliding over my chest, lubricated by our sweat. We were both inhaling and exhaling rapidly. He raised himself up then thrust deep into me. He started fucking me gently at first; I could feel his dick on all sides of my gut as it slid up and down inside me.

    He glared at me showing the whites of his eyes as the urge to fuck me more vigorously took hold of him. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and back as the intensity of the pleasure shot through my body. I could feel his dick swelling and throbbing as his sperm laden cum shot down the tube of his dick. He squirted his warm juice into my gut. He was shuddering and moaning. He held me tight and thrust deep. His juice was over flowing and squirting out my ass. This was a surreal moment for me. After awhile he relaxed and lay on me as he tried to regain a controlled rhythm of breathing.

    His dick slipped out of my man pussy. He rolled off me and lay alongside me on his back. After awhile he said, “Now lets go for a swim.” Tom was not due back until late tomorrow. Shane didn’t leave until early the next day. We made the most of the time alone. I still have a very intense feeling for him, I hope it’s mutual.


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