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Jang had known it was coming. He just didn’t fully know what ‘it’ was. His parents, no his whole village, had been honored when, as a particularly small and well-formed and fair-of-face child, he had been selected to train for the emperor’s Cut Sleeve troupe, a very special troupe of actors who only performed for a very select group at the Imperial Court in the Forbidden City. He had been taken from his parents at the age of twelve and had trained for many years in playing the female parts in the troupe’s highly refined and specialized dramas shown only in the Forbidden City and only at the pleasure and invitation of the Emperor.

He had now learned all there was to know of the dress and of the walk and of the positioning of hands – and of the facial expressions that went with each of the traditional symbols of the traditional stage scenarios. He learned to smile demurely and look away in embarrassment, he learned to slit his eyes and wet his lips with his tongue, and he learned to open his mouth wide and lift his eyes to the heaven – and even how to swoon in this, the wu, or fifth, movement of the basic play form he was being taught. He practiced the sounds the female characters made – the sigh, and the little giggle, and the long moan. And he learned to dress. The special kimono of heavy brocade, cinched with the tight, breath-taking obi. The two-sectioned white sock slippers and the wooden platform sandals that gave the Chinese imperial female her peculiar gait. He at first had thought it strange there were no foundation garments, but he was told that the brocade was so heavy that to wear too much during a performance would cause his white pancake makeup to run.

He was taught all of the expressions and movements and sounds he was to make in the female role in Cut Sleeve productions. But he only learned these in theory and in solitary practice with his tutors. He had never practiced with any of the other actors of the troupe – indeed he never had met any of them. He himself was not privileged to watch a Cut Sleeve performance. They were so special that they were meant for the eyes of only a few.

He had begged Hsiang, the troupe master, to declare him ready to perform – he had perfected everything.

‘And have you perfected the knowledge that you represent your parents, your very ancestors, and your village in this role and that how you deport yourself, how well you stay within your role, no matter what, will determine either the reward or punishment of everyone you know down two generations?’

‘Yes, yes, Shenshen,’ Jang answered, using the revered words for master for the one man who controlled not only his destiny but that of his entire village and extended family.

‘Then I will look for a time when you can perform your first play. You must perform that well, with no deviation from role, and you must fully satisfy your audience, or you will have failed. And you understand what failure means, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Shenshen.’ He knew this was a serious point, as Master Hsiang kept returning to it. Of course he would do well; he had trained for this female role in the imperial dramas for years. ‘And what play will I be performing, Shenshen? I must practice that one especially hard.’

‘Always the first Cut Sleeve troupe play for the female role is ‘Bitten Peach.’ I presume you know that one well.’

‘Yes, yes, of course,’ Jang said. He knew the play, but it was one of the sadder ones. It was a play where two actors are playing opposite the female role on the platform outside a pavilion in the jade garden at night, while the breeze whispers through the maple trees surrounding the koi pond and singsong girls play on the lute and sing sad songs behind the diaphanous curtains of the pavilion. One man tells the female a sad story of a fallen family, shown in the images on a scroll he shows her while weaving his story. She is sitting very close to him and feels overheated by the warm night air and by the sadness of the images depicted as the chronology of the scroll unwinds. She moans her sadness and her faintness from the close air, and the two men console her.

It was a mournful tale, and the older, long-past retired female role actor who had taught the role to Jang had told it with emotion and trembling hands.

At last it was the day of the performance. Jang was primped and trimmed throughout the day – bathed thrice in highly scented baths, and all of his bodily hair except that on his head plucked away. He was told that nothing could impede the smooth rustling of the brocade on his body as he went through his highly stylized movements. Two hours before the performance he was given a potion in strong wine. This was to make him slightly faint to aid in the realism of playing out this highly important, crucially significant first performance. This too he had practiced for this play before, so it came as no surprise to him.

When he was bid to flutter out onto the stage, and to move toward the two men seated behind a low tea table on large, raised pillows, the setting was just as Jang had imagined it would be – everything was just where it was supposed to be. The table and cushions were set out on a polished-wood platform beside a koi pond and under a full moon. A slight breeze was rustling through the maple trees. Soft light filtered out to encompass the area of the tea table from a curtained pavilion. The front section of the pavilion, toward the stage, was open to the platform.

Five men, in magnificent silken kimonos, with many different-colored layers of undergarments, were artfully settled on cushions in a ring around the covered pavilion section, all facing the stage area. They each had a low table beside them on which various drinks and delicacies for the pallet were positioned, and they had cushion backs they could lean back on as they watched the play. Kneeling beside each was a young, handsome youth, none much older than Jang, who were dressed only in diaphanous billowy trousers held up with a golden waist chain. Silken panels of cloth, each of a different color, were tucked into the waist chain front and back to clothe their privates.

Somewhere in the curtained-off portion of the pavilion behind where the dignitaries were lounging were the singsong girls, playing their lutes and singing their sad songs in soft, whispery tones.

The two actors Jang minced toward, in studied, slow movements, on his precariously high wooden platform sandals, were quite different from one another. And, to Jang’s surprise they did not wear the white pancake makeup that had been carefully applied to his face in the forming of his countenance into the epitome of female beauty before the black stiff-haired wig was set on his head.

The one actor, who was holding the partially unrolled scroll out in front of him was fairly young and was robust looking. He was wearing a shiny black kimono of trim cut, and his arms were bare, showing heavily muscled biceps and forearms and the intricate lacing of black tattoos in the design of a spider web. He had the face of a seasoned warrior, and Jang would have guessed he was an acrobat and decided to think of him as such.

The other actor was elderly, with stark white hair and a long, wispy beard. He was heavier than the first man, but not exactly fat. But of the two, he was the one who commanded attention. His kimono was deep purple in color, which identified him to anyone in the land as imperial, not more than two removes from the sitting emperor. Jang gasped at being in the presence of someone like him. Could it possibly be that a member of the imperial family acted with the Cut Sleeve troupe? Perhaps that was why Jang had not been told of the other actors, he thought. Was he in the presence of something far greater than he had ever imagined? Even if he had not been wearing purple, Jang would have known this man was the most commanding figure anywhere in the vicinity. He was obviously a warrior of old, proven by a slashed cut on his face that went from ear to chin and that was only partially hidden by the wisps of his white beard. Indeed, Jang got the impression that the imperial elder didn’t want the cut to be hidden. The slash had caught the corner of an eye too, and that eye drooped a bit, certainly more than the other one.

But those eyes caught Jang’s attention. The old man was watching him intently as he minced across the platform, and a shiver ran down Jang’s spine. He didn’t know what the stare meant, but he felt like he was being eaten alive. And Jang continued to be confused that the imperial elder was there at all. This was the stage; this was a Cut Sleeve performance. Upon even the slight reflection he was permitted, Jang could not believe that this imperial elder was one of the actors. Why wasn’t the elder watching from the pavilion?

The younger, dark actor, the acrobat, motioned for Jang to sit on the cushion between him and the older actor, and, as if on cue, the music rose in volume from behind curtain at the back of the pavilion.

Looking back over at the elder actor, Jang noticed that there was yet another youth there, like the ones kneeling near the dignitaries in the pavilion. He had been hidden behind the billowing purple robes of the elder.

As woozy as Jang was from the potion he had been given, one that made him feel loose through his body, Jang fought hard to maintain his role. The acrobat was starting his melodious recitation of the story of the scroll that now was unrolling from one side and being rolled back up from the other side immediately in front of Jang’s eyes, and he immediately went into shock. The acrobat had an arm around Jang’s waist on the side from which the chronology of the scroll was appearing. This was all according to the play. Jang was playing the female role. He was supposed to be emotional and to begin to tremble and give little gasps.

That Jang didn’t really have to act this out but had had it drilled into him so deeply that he was naturally living the role he was trained to didn’t prevent him being shocked by what he was being forced to see.

It wasn’t just the story of one family’s tragedies. It wasn’t a Chinese scroll at all. It was a scroll of a Japanese art Jang had only heard about in passing, behind twittering fingers, spoken in the dark of night and only between young friends who were taking risks and practicing coming of age far earlier than custom dictated. These were Shunga images, the pillow images of the Japanese underworld. And not just any Shunga images. These were images of men in exotic sex positions with each other.

Jang felt like he might swoon. Which was very interesting, because this was exactly where he was supposed to half swoon in the play script. He was also supposed to let out a little moan, which he did on cue.

And then on cue, the younger, dark actor set the scroll down on the table and lifted Jang onto his lap. He enfolded Jang inside his arms and picked up the scroll and began to roll through the increasingly suggestive images again. The images of the sexual positions were becoming more and more explicit. Less and less clothing was in view. The sexual act was progressing further, the takers in the images becoming bolder, more insistent.

Jang groaned and looked away from the scroll, just as he was trained to do at this point. And the acrobat encasing him lifted a hand, took hold of Jang’s chin, and forced his eyes back on the scroll. The scroll had reached a point where a smaller man, completely naked, was being held to the front of a larger, heavily muscled, fully tattooed man’s middle, as the larger man paraded around in a circle. Jang could see what was transpiring, as a half-buried phallus of the larger man could be seen up the hole of the younger one.

Jang gasped, just as he was supposed to at this point. His gasp was involuntary, though, because he suddenly could feel the strength of the other actor’s manhood beneath him through the one layer of brocade he worn. This wasn’t in the script, but the partial faint that followed it was. And, as in the script, Jang came around shortly with the strong scent of a reviving potion under his nose, being held by the acrobat. The actor’s other hand, however, had entered the folds of Jang’s kimono and found and encircled his member.

Jang gasped again and moaned and groaned, just as he had been taught to do at this point in the play. He was no longer being forced to look at the scroll, because the actor’s two hands were now engaged in other activities. The one was teasing Jang’s cock to erection and the other had slipped in above the obi and as pinching at one of Jang’s nipples. Jang was also being moved around in languid circles on the actor’s lap, and the actor’s member was much more evident and much more in play between the crease that separated Jang’s slim moons.

Jang looked around wildly for escape or help. Strangely enough this action fell right into play with the script of the ‘Bitten Peach,’ and Jang was beginning to more fully understand what he had learned – and why.

The elder was still sitting there close to him, his eyes boring into Jang, drinking in each violation Jang was experiencing. But now there was a bobbing head in his lap. The young attendant who had once been behind him now had lowered his face and both of his hands into the imperial elder’s lap, the kimono spread just enough to give the attendant entrance. Jang could see the pink skin of a long phallus that was largely flaccid but that was showing some signs of hardening. The elder was breathing heavily, and he had a heavily ringed hand on the back of the young attendant’s head, but his eyes were still drinking in Jang, savoring every awakening of Jang’s senses and realization.

Jang looked wildly out to the audience of five for some sign of succor and reason, but each of the five now was already in some stage of being sucked by his personal attendant or in full-blown servicing, having easily pulled away the colorful loin cloths and gained quick entry to their attendant’s privates. The attendants were in various forms of compliance. The two attending the dignitaries in the middle had begun riding the cocks of their assigned master already, both barely started in taking in the poles they were riding, and were leaning in toward each other and kissing and running hands along hard, aroused flesh. Two others were still giving suck. The fifth was being ravished, almost as if against his will. He was crying out loudly, which could have something to do with his very small size and the very large cock that was pushing into him as he was half kneeling in the cushions and having his face pushed down by a large hand while his tormenter crouched behind him.

All but this fifth dignitary were still watching Jang, though, interested in following the first bite into that peach. And except for the one who had lost control, the impression was given that they were gauging themselves to the rise and release of the imperial elder.

About the time that Jang thought that the actor manhandling him was going to sweep the thin layers of brocade between them away and bite the peach himself, the attendant servicing the imperial elder lifted his head in triumph to reveal a long, strong cock rising out of the folds of his master’s kimono.

The attendant drew away as the actor holding Jang stood, bringing Jang with him, and took two steps toward the imperial elder and lowered Jang’s moons into his lap. The attendant held the root of the old man’s cock straight up and made sure his bulb aligned with Jang’s hole. Then the acrobat actor and the younger attendant each was holding one of Jang’s thighs out wide and had laced their other arms around Jang’s back and were pressing him down onto the imperial elder’s phallus with hands on his shoulders.

Jang was beyond the script now and wailing his pain and taking for all to hear. The music had stopped. All of the fucking stopped in the pavilion except for from the dignitary who had lost complete control of himself, and he was quickly swept out of the scene by two burly soldiers, probably never to be invited to a special Cut Sleeve performance again, possibly never even to be seen anywhere again.

For several minutes the attendant and the acrobat slowly pumped Jang up and down on the imperial elder’s member as it dug deeper inside the virginal territory. The imperial elder hummed and grunted in appreciation, and Jang, remembering at last that this was a performance being assessed against the every existence of his family and village, subsided into sobs interlaced as he was able with sighs and moans of enjoyment and admiration for the imperial elder to benefit from.

Jang had lost his wig when the acrobat had raised him off of the cushions, and now he was being stripped of his kimono as well. The imperial elder having gained purchase deep inside him, the attendant let loose of Jang and knelt in front of him and gave him suck until Jang jerked and released his seed. The other actor took possession of Jang’s lips. Both of these attendants were doing what they could to help Jang make the best impression he could on the old man. Proving that he hadn’t lost his strength, the elder was holding the diminutive Jang by the waist with two gnarled but strong hands and was now pulling the young actor up and down on his gloriously rejuvenated, if only for a short time, member.

With a cry of victory, the imperial elder came inside the virginal offering in two weak, but not-to-be-taken-for-granted flows. The four remaining dignitaries also gave a restrained cheer of approval and returned to their fucking. Now they were free to ejaculate as well. And now the attendants were groaning under the fully self-centered rutting of the aroused dignitaries.

The elder waved his hand and the young actor shed his black kimono, revealing his body to be that of the magnificent acrobat Jang had thought he might be. He was covered nearly shoulder to ankle in intricate black-ink tattoo lacing, and he had a magnificently thick and long – and fully engorged – cock.

As the elder’s attendant moved in close so that the elder could wrap an arm around his waist and undo his loin cloth and begin to suck the young man’s cock while pulling hopefully on his own now-diminished member, the acrobat picked a swooning Jang up, turned him to face the dignitaries crouched his knees slightly, and slammed the newly bitten peach down hard onto his cock. Jang flung his appendages out wide and cried to the full moon at the rough slide of the cock, much longer and thicker than the one that had taken the first bite, and he just flopped around like a rag doll, skewered solidly to the acrobat’s pelvis as the actor marched around the platform and jostled his newfound friend up and down on his virile member.

Jang recalled in horror that this was precisely the last image he had seen on the forbidden scroll. He was only reminded of this though, because in his last pass by the low table, the acrobat took up the scroll and tossed it to the dignitaries, all of whom were now finished with their first taking and ready for more entertainment from the platform.

The four dignitaries huddled over the scroll and sang out sexual taking positions they were interested in seeing, and the muscled acrobat, the real center and star of the Cut Sleeve troupe, showed that he could perform each position with the now completely limp and compliant Jang.

Later, much later, when Hsiang and the troupe’s attendants were sponging of Jang’s bruised body and the young man had come around to the smell of vinegar under his nose, he asked if he had satisfied and where his acting career went from here.

‘Yes, you were very satisfactory,’ Hsiang whispered in a lulling tone. ‘Your family and village will be richly rewarded. It is increasingly difficult to satisfy the emperor’s brother. He was well satisfied with what you drew out of him.’

‘But as for a stage career,’ he continued in a sad voice, ‘I’m afraid that was your premier and last performance with the Cut Sleeve troupe. You cannot take two bites out of that peach.’

‘But what will happen to me?’ wailed Jang.

‘Did you see those other young attendants at the performance?’ Hsiang asked. ‘Until you have seen another spring and if you remain lithe and in prime condition, you will be privileged to perform on that stage, perhaps even again with the imperial prince.’

‘And after?’ Jang asked dully.

‘With your training, you will go to similar troupes at lower levels of the imperial scale here. With luck, you can be taken individually by a man of importance. And you can hope to return to your village one day in honor and with riches above anyone else there. That’s the Cut Sleeve world. We live in hope. And we serve as called.’

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This was going to be the messy part of the day. Yea and the middle of the day in Africa is a crazy time to do roadside repairs unless you have to, which I didn’t! Well not exactly because in the last month I had mastered the art of changing gear with no clutch.

Anyway there I was going into the spares shop at the nearest Peugeot agents which were 150 miles from home. But I had found an excuse to go to the Copper Belt for a couple of days.

Going up to the sales counter I noticed this European guy sitting on a high stool just to the right. I thought perhaps he had been waiting a long time and should go before me. ‘Are you next?’ I asked him.

‘No! no such luck. Everything takes ages here! No you carry on I hope you get what you want’ His arms were folded as he sat with his feet on a cross bar of the stool. It was almost like he was posing but who does that in a spare parts shop?!

What I mean is that his legs looked really terrific. They were long firm and mildly tanned. The way he was sitting emphasised his thighs which where well exposed by his very brief shorts and somewhat inflated as they were squeezed by the edge of the seat. His towelling T shirt hugged the contours of his chest and his bare biceps bulged from below the short sleeves.

‘I think it’s a clutch master cylinder I want because mine is the hydraulic model’ I tried to explain to the African sales assistant.

‘It comes as a complete kit sir. Will you be getting someone to fit it?’ he asked.

‘No I think I can manage myself thank you’ I replied trying to sound competent.

I was about to leave with this little cardboard packet when the guy jumped down from the stool and came over. ‘Look man, I’ll give you a hand with that. I’ve had to fit any number of them. My name’s Jan by the way. Come on where’s your vehicle?’ He spoke with a strong South African accent and that air of confidence you get with guys who have lived there all their lives.

He said he would lead the way back to his place. I started off in gear in the way I had got used to and got going in pursuit of his battered pickup truck. I often seemed to get into these situations where some big guy would come my rescue. It made me feel a bit of a pansy.

‘Yea just stick her over there under the tree. I tell you what; why don’t we get this fixed right away then I reckon a couple of cold beers wouldn’t be too out of place. What do you reckon!’ It wasn’t a question and I would not have known how to refuse. And as for the ‘e’ bit, well .. the truth was that he had it all fixed in about five minutes.

‘There you are there’s plenty of pressure there now’ he said pumping the pedal. ‘She’s nice and hard!’ he slung some spanners in a box and lead the way round to a large patio overlooking a lawn and a big swimming pool..

‘Yea take a seat and I’ll, well er… actually better get a shower first’ he said looking down at his shirt which now had some oil stains on it. ‘What about yourself, it gets a bit sweaty this time of day!’ Again he strode over in a very forthright way to this open-air shower not far from the pool. He obviously expected me to follow.

‘Oh sorry’ I felt I had to apologise ‘I see you’ve got some oil on the back of your leg. It must have been when you had to go underneath. I’m afraid it’s got a few leaks as it gets quite a rough time in the bush!’ I was starting to feel annoyed with myself for wittering on. It made me feel even more of a pansy.

‘Yea, I tell you what. You can do it. Here’s a scrubbing brush.’ By this time we were naked together in this shower. It was quite a primitive sort of concrete place but with plenty of room. I was almost swooning at this guy’s naked body. He was just terrific in every way. To be honest I couldn’t help but notice he was equipped with the most impressive and manly set of genitals you could ever imagine! They were just like his tool set. Looking ready and purposeful for any job in hand.

I couldn’t bring myself to use such a hard brush on the back of his thigh so I gently rubbed in some shower gel and the stain just dissolved away. Jan acted like he didn’t notice too much but the hard state of his cock definitely gave the game away!

‘Fancy a dip right away?’ Jan suggested as we came back out in the sun. Although nothing too much had happened in the shower both our cocks were rigid as we strode over to the pool. Jan looked at mine when he turned to me as we stood by edge. ‘Ready?’ he said giving me a broad grin.

Fortunately the water was quite warm and it was the first time I had ever gone swimming with another person in the nude. Just being in the water with him and feeling it against my bare skin made me feel so sexy. I was like he was touching me all over. And Jan, being a really sporty sort of guy had big coloured balls in the pool and he soon had us playing games like throwing it up and each trying catch it. Then we got on to a silly sort of tag game where you have the touch the other person in a certain place and try to prevent them touching you at the same time. Anyway it all lead to a lot of physical contact and sometimes we found ourselves hugging each other for no other reason. And every time we made contact the hardness of our cocks was getting more obvious.

‘Hey let’s go for that beer now eh?’ Jan swam over ahead of me to some steps in the corner of the pool and going up ahead of me his bare bottom was just at my level. As soon as I started kissing his buttocks he stopped and without thinking I buried my face in his bum. His bottom was so firm, smooth and sexy. It was lightly tanned just like the rest of his naked body. I found myself licking the lower part of his buttocks where they meet and at close quarters I was loving the silky smooth hairs with dew-like water droplets clinging to them.

I was getting frantically excited to get so intimate with this fabulous man. He just stood there allowing me to pull his cheeks apart and lick ever deeper into his hairy cleft. My little cock was aching hard as the tip of my tongue touched his cherry. But suddenly he clasped his buttocks together. We both ran over to the patio, He produced two bottles of beer which were so cold they were frosted on the outside.

But all I could think of was having sex. I wanted to fuck him so much now I didn’t care about the beer any more. But Jan had other ideas; he was certainly more of a man than I was!

‘You need to get some sun cream on those white buttocks of yours or you’re going to get hellish sun burnt!’ he said going briefly into the house and coming out with two tubes of cream. I wondered innocently why he needed two. ‘OK you’re going to have to let me put this on for you’ he said as he began working the sun cream all over my bare bottom. It felt so sexy. I had never had a man do this to me before. What I liked too were his words ‘you’re going to’. I really liked the idea of it being compulsory. I thought it would nice to wrestle with him in a vane attempt to prevent him doing it and then be forced to submit to his superior strength. But his big hands were so gentle with me . He was really massaging me much more than was needed just to apply sun cream.

But then he got out the other cream. ‘This is just ordinary cream so it will be OK’ he said. All this was exciting enough but so far he hadn’t gone any where too adventurous. But now he was working it well into my slit.

‘Come over here!’ I beckoned him to lie alongside me so I could get at his erection. I wanted to suck him really badly now. It was so hugely powerful looking and masculine and I wanted to do everything I could to bring him to the brink.

I lay on my stomach but I tried to part my legs as much as I could so he could get at me. He came really near my face so I could reach his dick with my lips. I could feel the heat on my cheeks as I drew near to start sucking him. He was so big and I wanted it so badly now I was desperate. I felt like begging him to rape me but I didn’t have to wait long. His finger was inside me already. I could feel him exploring my anus and that same hand which had so efficiently dealt with my clutch cylinder was now taking control of my boy cunt. I mean I was in my early twenties and he would have been in his late twenties. But oh that feeling!! I could taste his precum in my mouth as it began to ooze from the shiny pink knob of his penis.

Then Jan got up very deliberately and with a composure that really showed his strength of character. He really was a man with a job to do. So he just very deliberately lowered himself over me and I felt his hot cock now probing my bum slit. He had been applying lots of this ‘ordinary cream’ as he called it and had working well up inside me. But the pressure was enormous as his cock was huge. Jan was relentless in his determination to penetrate me now. I knew he was going to do me whatever happened and I just wanted him like hell. I felt like I wanted him to split me apart. All I wanted was this strong man and I wanted him right up inside me. I started shouting ‘Come on Jan! Fuck my ass I want you! I want you!! Oh please Jan stuff me right up!!! Fuck me up my cunt!! Please!!! ‘

Suddenly he had flipped me on to my back. For a man of his strength it was nothing. Now I lay there looking into his blue eyes as I watched the full power of his muscular body come down on me but this time he just rammed his rigid cock straight up my asshole!! Oh man! I couldn’t stop him! It was painful like hell but now Jan was right up my rectum. He was so HUGE INSIDE ME!!! He was shafting me with all his strength. I was getting fucked!!! Oh yes!! He must have been very fit to fuck me so hard and for so long. He went on pounding my boy cunt for at least half an hour. But then in the middle of the most frantic shafting with us both sweating profusely Jan suddenly let go. Oh boy what a sensation!! I just felt him flooding into me. It was like a tidal wave of fuck flowing into my bottom! He went on and on, this man was so virile he forced and spurted volumes of spunk right up me into every recess of my rectum.

He just stayed on top of me for several minutes as I felt the last few drops of his semen oozing from his fuck pole. Then I looked down as he withdrew to see this gigantic massiveness which had been inside me. Although it was starting to get a bit limp it still looked hugely fat and very slimy as it slowly emerged from my juicy ass cunt. I felt that wonderful feeling of having something really special deep inside me. I wished I could keep him there for longer.

I went with him into the shower straight after and helped him wash his dick but we had become so sweaty we started applying lots of gel to each other. I was still hard as hell. ‘Oh Jan I want to fuck you. Do you mind.?’

‘You don’t ask people questions like that, you’ve got to know what you’re doing!’ he replied. I think he was not the sort of guy to express his feelings much; when he wanted to do something he just went ahead and did it and couldn’t understand why anyone should ask. Looking back it is hard to say if he was really gay. He said something about his wife spending time in South Africa. But I have the sort of boyish body which tends to seduce even really straight guys.

I tried to start feeling him again between his buttocks but he was clasping them together really tightly. Oh man I was getting mad! My cock was aching hard and I just wanted to fuck that man cunt I had tasted by the pool. I really didn’t know what to do so I just grabbed him from behind. Being much stronger he could easily have got rid of me. But his bum slit was really soapy now and however much he tried to clasp his buttocks my hard little dick was slipping in quite easily between them.

This was it! I really went for it. I pushed as hard as I could. At first my dick just had to flex as I couldn’t locate his hole but then all of a suddenly something seemed to yield. His attempts to resist were just making it even more exciting as he squeezed my raging dick. I only managed a few strokes compared with his because I was so overwhelmed at the thought of fucking such a beautiful man. I was kissing his strong muscular neck under his locks of hair and clasping his biceps with my hands when I suddenly felt myself loosing control completely. I got this huge orgasm inside Jan.

Then I shouted out ‘Oh Jan! you’re so fucking sexy!!’ and after that I just had to shoot my spunk and all my sperm as far as I could right into his man ass. What a feeling it is when your semen spurts out of your tubes and you feel it gushing through your knob! Oh man I fucked him!! I really fucked him!!!

‘Well if it isn’t time for that beer at last!’ we both laughed and I don’t think a glass of beer ever tasted better.

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I was just messing around on the computer, checking out the male-male dating Web sites, looking for something to turn me on.

On one of the sites I had gotten a view hit of my profile from someone named Ready4Daddy. Well, at sixty, I was definitely a daddy. I also was pretty randy.

I clicked on his profile. An immediate sense of nice looking, tall, slim, in his forties, good, angular features, elongated face. Looking casual and laid back in an Adidas sweat shirt. Good smile. That smile, though. Oh my god, I thought, I knew him. He was the singer in that band at the club I sometimes went to. Nice tenor voice. I had latched into his singing, because I was a tenor too – and I’d sung in a band in my younger days. And when I sat in his club and listened to him singing, I hoped that my voice had been as good then as his was now.

I had liked the look of him in the club. And here he was, saying he was looking for a daddy. But his profile was unlike most. He wasn’t coy; he was straightforward. He liked to suck cock. And he declared he was an expert in it. But he posted that he didn’t like being fucked. Not my concept at all about daddies. When I was being a daddy, I was fucking someone who liked being fucked by older men – usually holding him in a close embrace from behind and fucking him slow and deep, while he murmured how good daddy was being to him, which helped keep my cock hard. I didn’t think of sucking cock in that way.

I felt my juices rise. I didn’t get much sex anymore, but when I did – finding a young man on the street who I fancied and who claimed he fancied me – it was usually a furtive fuck behind a park building in the bushes, me holding him close from behind and fucking him slow and deep. I had this really nice, long, thick cock – it was really the best feature I had now. And, if I had a guy to fuck, I no longer went through all the preliminaries. I just turned him and bent him over and stroked him until he whimpered that he’d had enough.

But here was a guy who was proud of his blow jobs – who declared that he would and could suck off a daddy – deep throat and tongue and teeth him – so that he would be fully satisfied. He was proud of being a singer, but he boasted that his best instruments were his lips and teeth on a daddy’s cock.

He had me dribbling precum here just in reading what he said he could and would be willing to do to me. It was all such a new and different way of looking at sex for me. And he was right here, in town, where I knew where to find him.

I didn’t believe he could do what he claimed he could. But I was willing to let him try.

My hands trembled as I tapped out a message to him on the Web site. ‘You’ve seen a photo of what I have. I know where to find you. I don’t believe you can make me warble as you claim. But if you want to try, tell me where and when.’

Without hesitation, the response came back: ‘I know who you are too. I can make you hit a high A. Here at the club, now, if convenient.’

He was still singing a set when I entered the club. The crowd was sparce, but the club wasn’t deserted. All guys. It was that sort of club. And, although the music was great, not all of the guys were paying attention. There were booths lining the two side walls, with translucent screens between them and the central room where the band was set up on a low stage at the far end of the room. Some of the sounds coming from these shadowed booths were not in keeping with an attentive band music crowd. Some of them were moans speaking of other activities going on in the shadows.

Now that I was here, I wasn’t as sure of myself as when I had impulsively sent Ready4Dad that message, and I hesitated, ready to turn and leave the club.

But he had seen me enter and he stopped singing and moved quickly to me and took my forearm in his hand. He was as tall and slim and willowy as his picture on the Web site had indicated. He certainly didn’t look strong – certainly not as strong as I was, having been a serious body-builder all of my life – but that firm grip on my forearm held me there, in place.

‘You want the blow job of your life?’ he murmured to me. ‘I know you were a singer once – a tenor – when was the last time you hit a high A?’

‘Almost never,’ I responded nervously. ‘Are you always this straightforward?’

‘Yes, it saves time,’ He answered. And then he laughed. ‘Guys either want a blow job or they don’t. Why should I beat around the bush? I love sucking cock. That’s what gets me off.’

‘I am a second tenor. A high A was a real strain, even when I was well practiced.’

‘Well, when I go down on you, we will practice and practice and practice until you do hit that high A. I’m more interested in whether I can deep throat you. I saw that photo of your cock. Impressive. I’ll cream myself if I can swallow it all.’

I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. It was surreal. Standing here at the door of the club, in the main hall, with him just having a hand on my forearm, and he was telling me in straightforward terms what he claimed he could do to me with his mouth. I could feel something else straightening out, and, looking down, he could see it too. He smiled.

‘Come with me,’ he said and he started to gently guide me with that hand on my forearm.

‘Where?’ I asked dumbly.

‘I have my own booth,’ he said. ‘My own sucking booth.’

As I meekly followed, trembling from head to toe at what was happening, he led me down the line of booths on the left side of the room, toward the back booth, which was around the corner of the band platform that extended out into the main room. Very private, very shadowy, the seat pulled back from the table farther than was the case with most of the booths.

We stopped and stood, him very close into me, beside the booth. He unbuttoned the middle button on my shirt and slid a hand in and found a nipple. Already erect. Already anticipating – but not knowing what it anticipated exactly.

I turned my face to his and he leaned down, being several inches taller than I was, and gently kissed me on the lips.

‘Have you ever been sucked dry before,’ he whispered. ‘Ever gotten a really, really masterful blow job?’

‘No,’ I squeaked. ‘It’s almost always been straight to the butt fuck,’ I answered. There, I was being straightforward too – and using language I didn’t normally use. It was all overwhelming to me.

He smiled and leaned in for another kiss, and I put my lips to his, expecting a repeat of the sweet-tasting kiss. But this time, he forced my lips open with his, and he was sucking my tongue into his mouth, far, far into his mouth. He had his teeth holding it close back near the root of my tongue and he was sucking hard on my tongue with his cheek muscles.

Flames of sensations were shooting through me – sensations I couldn’t identified, but I was breathless and wobbly at the knees and moaning. He wouldn’t release my tongue and was sucking hard on it. Applying pressure and releasing and then pressure again. I struggled with him, but he proved to be stronger than me, and held me there, in the tongue-sucking kiss, until I almost fainted from the lack of oxygen. And then he released my tongue and released the embrace he had me in with his arms and let me sink, gasping for breath onto the booth seat.

‘Anyone do that for you before?’ he asked with a little sly smile.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

‘That’s what I’m going to do to your cock. I’m going to suck everything out of it. I’m gonna leave you breathless.’

I shuddered and whimpered from the thought of it. But my cock didn’t seem to mind. It was at full staff now.

‘Strip off your pants and briefs,’ he said as he scooted into the booth across the table from where I had collapsed.

‘What? I don’t . . .’ I was trying to form the words, but my tongue had not recovered from the sucking and I was in somewhat of a daze.

‘I said remain seated and get those pants and briefs off.’

I unbuckled my pants and pulled down the zipper. He grabbed the material at about the knees and helped pull the pants off my legs as I raised my butt off the vinyl of the booth seat. Then I stripped off the briefs myself.

He gave me a grin and then his head went under the table.

He pushed my legs into a wider stance, using both of his hands and then I felt a hand fisting my cock at the root.

‘Nice, very nice,’ I heard in muffled voice from below the rim of the table. ‘The photo doesn’t do this justice. I’m going to enjoy this.’

I lurched and gave a little cry and gripped the edge of the table as I felt the other hand pulling the foreskin off my uncut cock and moist lips come down over its bulb. I gasped as teeth gently closed down over the rim below the bulb and then again as I felt the tip of his tongue flicking at my piss slit.

I alternated from going rigid and collapsing into a puddle of Jell-O as he sucked just the head of my cock, holding it steady with his teeth, and fucked my piss slit with his tongue.

I begged him to stop, to take it slow, that this was sending me over the top – but he relentlessly carried on until it did, indeed, send me over the top and I ejaculated.

Ten minutes. It was all over in ten minutes. And although I certainly had had nothing like this done to me before, I had not hit a high A.

‘Thank you. That was nice. That was . . .’ I was mumbling to him, not wanting to disappoint him. And I was reaching under the table for my briefs.

‘Hold still. This is not it,’ he said, giving instruction in a way that showed he was still in total control and that this wasn’t a less than stellar performance at all. And, indeed, he still had his fist around the root of my cock, which was still half hard.

‘I want you to move your legs onto the top of the table,’ he directed from underneath the table.

‘You want me to what . . . ?’

But he was already lifting my legs up and folding them into my belly himself, and I got the idea and moved them up to the top of the table myself and spread them out. I certainly hoped there would be no waiter coming by this table for an order anytime soon.

He was holding my cock in his fist again and licking up and down on it, and then his tongue went down to my balls and he was licking them, cleaning them real well. His tongue went down to my perineum and licked down that to my hole as I rolled my hips up to him. And then he was back at the balls and, just like that, popped them into his mouth, one in each cheek.

And he began to hum. The vibrations on my balls from his humming drove me crazy. And my cock began to harden out once again and his fist started to pump up and down on my cock, bringing it back to full erection.

I gave a little cry and jerked as a thumb went to my dick head and started to rotate across the piss slit, which immediately began to produce precum again.

‘Oh god . . . oh god . . . Oh GOD!’ I warbled. And the pitches in the tone of my voice were rising. You could tell I was a tenor now. I was yipping on an F above middle C.

My legs were uncontrollably shuddering and I was scrabbling at the vinyl booth covering with my claws, finding rents in the plastic and digging down to grab onto springs between the padding.

My balls popped out of his mouth, and his lips were coming down over the head of my cock. And slowly descending on me. He would come down a few inches and then retreat and suck the bulb hard and then down a little further and retreat and suck the bulb hard and then down . . .

My hips were going in motion, and I was singing for him – a concerto in high G. Getting there. I’m sure the guys in the band and everyone else on the floor were enjoying my tenor aria.

A thumb was entering my hole and finding my prostate and rubbing and rubbing and rubbing.

‘OH God! Oh Shit! Oh F-u-c-K!’

Faster and faster now his mouth worked on my cock, taking more in with each swallow. Still sucking the bulb hard on the exit.

A thumb rubbing my prostate, the fingers of the other hand stretching my balls away from my groin and squeezing, and the lips reaching my curly hair at the root of the cock and teeth closing on the very root of me. And me rocking up and down, eyes rolling in my head, ejaculating strongly for a second time, and . . . hitting and holding that high A.

I was collapsed in the booth, completely drained dry, and gasping when he came up from under the table. He stood up and folded his cock back into his pants – he’d obviously been jacking himself off as he sucked me dry – flashed me a ‘told you so’ smile of victory, and turned and walked away.

He left me to recover and redress. He was singing in falsetto to the tune from the band as I struggled up out from the booth. Having no trouble with those high As himself. And with a broad, satisfied grin on his face.

I paused at the edge of the platform and slipped a fifty into the jar they had sitting out on a high wooden stool.

He winked at me and said, ‘Another music lesson next Thursday at five?’

I just gave him a sloppy grin – not sure I could wait until Thursday.

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I was surprised to see Frank Zimmerman at Mario’s memorial service – not because there was anything surprising in a old-time powerful movie mogul appearing in Hollywood at services for a major motion picture producer, but because Zimmerman was as old as the Cascades and had been a recluse for a couple of decades. I would have been less surprised to hear that he had predeceased Mario by several years. And then I was more surprised when he stopped beside me on his way to being wheeled to his limousine and asked me if I would go for a drink with him, and, having been told I was actually on my way straight to the airport to fly back to New York, volunteered to give me a lift to LAX.

‘It was good to see you at Mario’s service,’ Zimmerman said when we were nestled in the backseat of his limo and on our way to the airport.

‘I almost didn’t come,’ I said. ‘But then I thought ‘what the hell.”

‘It must have been painful to have to stay in the background as you did,’ Zimmerman said. ‘You were so much a part of Mario’s life.’

So, he knew, I thought. It seemed like half of the movie industry knew that Mario and I had been lovers for fifteen years. But that was some time ago.

‘His family,’ I said tersely. And I would normally have left it like that, but Zimmerman seemed to want more and I hadn’t figured out why he was paying this special attention to me – the offer of a social meeting from such a lofty recluse and the ride to the airport. So I finished it off. ‘Family had become very important to Mario. That’s what ended us and sent me to New York.’

‘But you ended it amicably and Mario was instrumental in establishing your career, wasn’t he?’ Zimmerman said. He didn’t say it accusingly, though, and there was a sparkle in his eye when he said it.

‘Yes, yes, he did,’ I admitted.

And that was the basic truth. I probably would not have become a major Broadway producer without Mario DiLane in my life. I’d been just another hunky small-town wonder seeking fame in Hollywood when Mario picked me out of an audition dance line for an eminently forgettable musical he was filming in the years where the big band musicals were the bread and butter of the movie industry. I didn’t get cast, but I did get fucked on the casting couch and then got so much more.

I was young and naïve and blond and the typical Midwest small town hunk whose head had been turned by constant comments that ‘you should be in films.’ I was so narcissistic and taken with myself in those days that I hadn’t come in tune with my sexuality at all – my eyes were turned to the floodlights, and it was only later, thinking back on it, that I realized I had blithely passed by hundreds of offers and passes by male and female alike. They seemed to think I was holding myself aloof, which they found all the more alluring, when, in fact, I just was oblivious to the possibilities.

I didn’t wake up until Mario had me in his studio lot trailer, bright eyed at having been singled out of the dance line and invited for a private interview, and stripped down in what I thought was a normal part of the process to determine my suitability for a role in his film. Before I knew it, I was on my back on his studio couch, and he was sucking my cock to my quick, nervous ejaculation and then covered my body with his nakedness and rocked me, his hard cock rubbing up and down on my belly, while he put his lips to my ears and whispered how nice I was. All of this I was interpreting as my opening to being cast in his movie, and I wanted it so badly, that I gave no objections when he forced my thighs apart and started fingering my ass.

He had his dick inside my rim before he realized, from my reaction, that I was a virgin. After that he took it slowly and was gentle with me. But he fucked me nonetheless. I hardly remember the pain of the first breaching. What I remember is how he worshipped my body as he stripped my innocence away. Upon learning I was a virgin, he had pulled away from his half sheathing inside me and told me that my first time would be all the better for what he was going to do – that he trusted that I was clean and was declaring that he was, and that he wanted what we were doing to be based on trust.

Then he stripped the condom off his cock and reentered me and fucked me bareback. The difference was incredible. It was skin on skin now, the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock rippling across my innocent, undulating ass channel walls. I fell apart, and my hips started a rolling gyration and I was sobbing and moaning and groaning. And Mario lost control too and plunged to the depths and start pumping me in long, strong strokes.

He fucked me for hours, resting between assaults and cuddling me and rocking me back and forth until he hardened again and then whispering that he was sorry but he couldn’t help himself, he’d turn me to a new position and fuck me again. When we both were totally exhausted, he kissed me and then whispered that he loved me and never wanted to let me go. And he didn’t let me go for the next decade and a half.

I didn’t get a role in his picture, but he made me one of his assistants and taught me the skills that enabled me, once he had molded me, to stand out in the profession.

‘And he loved you, I’m sure you know that,’ Zimmerman said in a low voice.

‘I never questioned that,’ I said. ‘And I respect his choice.’

‘Well, he wanted me to make sure you realized that.’

‘You?’ I said in surprise. Why would Mario have asked Zimmerman to do this.

Zimmerman smiled again. ‘I meant it when I told you I knew how hard it was for you to stay in the shadows back there at the memorial service,’ he said. ‘And I know it was hard for you, because it was equally hard for me.’

‘For you?’

‘Yes. You see I loved Mario as well and as totally and for as long as he loved you.’

‘You and Mario were lovers?’ I was in shock. I never had suspected.

‘Yes, what Mario did for you I had already done for him.’

Zimmerman had his hand on my knee, and his eyes were glazed over with tears. ‘Could you do an old man a deep favor?’

I was silent, my head hanging, the revelation of Mario’s earlier life blowing me away.

‘Mario loved you and I loved Mario, and I need to feel close to Mario just now. Could you? . . . Would you? . . . let me make love to you just one time.’

I lifted my head, my shock deepening now. His mottled, wrinkled hand was nearly at my crotch.

‘Oh, I don’t mean fuck you,’ he said and then he gave a dry laugh. ‘I’m years beyond being able to do that now. But I still can suck.’

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath as I was. But I let it out in one long, ragged release, and I just nodded and lay back in the cushy limousine seat, as Frank Zimmerman unzipped my pants, gently extracted my cock, and gave me one of the most expert, slow, arousing, and satisfying blow jobs that I’d ever received.

The last thing Zimmerman said to me before I got out of his limo at the airport was, ‘Don’t let the cycle end.’ I had no idea at the time what he meant by that.

I was still mellow and thinking of how good a lover Mario had been while I was sitting in the departure lounge of my LAX flight back to New York.

I think I sensed his presence before I saw him. I looked up and saw him gliding across the departure area and over to the window where he flipped open a cell phone and spoke to someone on it in hushed tones. I got the impression that the phone call hadn’t ended well and had left him sad. He was achingly beautiful, and I immediately discerned in the erect way he carried himself and in the way that he seemed to glide across the room that he was a professional dancer. And from the slight swing in his hips as he moved, my impression was also that he was accessible.

It was probably because of what I’d just been through during my short visit to Los Angeles that focused me on the young man. He was slightly over six feet, giving the impression he was even taller than he was because of the majestic why he carried himself. He was a designer’s delight. His light brown hair with blond highlights was trim, and his clothes screamed of good design when most of the other passengers around him were flying sloven. He was so slim that there probably wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and although he had all of the right curves in his apparent muscle tone, he was by no means overdeveloped or even developed to a commanding presence. His presence was commanding in other, sensual ways, though – although my own impression of that might have been formed because I’d very recently been fully satisfyingly sucked dry – but it was not in the sense of male domination – more a sense of what he could give.

His trousers were a trim gray-white cotton of perfect fit and he was wearing a gray and white horizontal strip designer T-shirt with a straight-line neckline. Even his loafers were slim and stylish. None of this was overstated; he was just the perfect clothes horse. His chin and lower cheeks were covered in a two-day stubbling that looked like it had been groomed just before he made his entrance in the departure lounge.

He didn’t smile, and the aura about him spoke of a melancholy that set me to speculating what possibly could be wrong.

I lost track of him in the boarding process, but within a hour of being in the air, I couldn’t control my mind, which had fixated on the young man, and I left my first-class seat and worked myself back into the coach section until I found him. He was sitting in a three-seat section all by himself, his legs pulled up on the seat beside him, which only a flexible dancer could do – and look as well as he did in doing it – and pull it off and his head set back into the seat back and his eyes closed. He looked as sad as he had in the departure lounge.

‘I’m sorry if I’m intruding,’ I said quietly so as not to disturb the passengers around him – and there were only a smattering of them on this day; the flight was miraculously underbooked. It was midweek, with no big crowd-gathering events apparently going on in either L.A. or New York. ‘I couldn’t help but recognize another dancer.’

He opened his eyes in surprise. They were a fetching hazel in color. But the whites of his eyes had a red tinge to them, as if he’d been privately crying.

‘Yes, I’m a dancer,’ he said. ‘How could you tell?’

‘It was in the way you carry yourself,’ I said. ‘I’ve been a dancer and worked with them for years. I think I can pick one out of the crowd without a doubt. Do you mind if I sit here for a few moments.’

‘No. That’s OK, I guess,’ he said. But he said it more in a tone of politeness than a welcoming of the company.

‘You seem sad,’ I said after I sat down in the aisle seat. ‘And I’m a little sad myself. I came out from New York just to attend the memorial service of an old, dear friend. I hope you haven’t had the same experience. You are much too young to start losing dear friends.’

‘It’s a loss. But of a dream, not of a friend,’ he answered.

‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,’ I responded. ‘I won’t pry further. I’ll go on back to my seat now. I think I’m just relieved that it wasn’t caused by losing someone who meant a great deal to you.’

‘Oh, no, nothing like that,’ he said, opening to me a bit now. ‘I came out to Hollywood with hopes of a career out here, and it hasn’t happened. I ran out of funds and now have to return to New York with my tail between my legs. I made the mistake of burning bridges when I came out here. Now I don’t think I can even reclaim what I had in New York.’

It must of have been the recent sex, but my first reaction to his remark was that he had a very nice tail indeed – not too bulbous and certainly not flat; nicely proportioned with fetching hollows at the hips – and held high on his body. And I further thought that I had something I’d like to insert between his legs. I hadn’t felt this sexually attracted to anyone in years.

I remained back there in coach for the remainder of the flight with no awkward pauses or silences – or further signals from the young man, whose name was Ben Brighton – that would prompt my leaving him. He slowly told me his whole life story and the shows he’d danced in in New York and all of the crappy temporary jobs he had taken in L.A. while waiting for his big break.

In turn, he asked me about my family, but strangely he didn’t ask me what I did for a living or pursue the opening I’d given him of having been a dancer and working with dancers. And I didn’t volunteer the information – or even my last name, because, if he had worked in the New York theater, he would recognize my name instantly. I think even then I knew there was a possibility of something happening between us, and I didn’t want it to be on the basis of what I could do for him professionally. Another reason I thought something was building was that when he asked about family, I told him I was gay. I certainly didn’t usually trot that out voluntarily on my first meeting with strangers, although I didn’t bother to try to hide it either.

When we got to New York, our bags came down the chute in baggage claim almost simultaneously, and I impetuously asked him if he wanted a ride anywhere. I had a car waiting for me and I could see my driver standing by it in the taxi lane outside the terminal window.

‘Yes, thanks, that would be nice,’ he answ ‘ered in a small voice.

‘Where can I take you?’ I asked.

‘Anywhere you want,’ was his quiet response.

I held him close to me in my bed, both of us naked, and him lying still. I was encircling his shoulders with one arm, him on his back and me stretched along his body on my side, one of my legs possessively covering one of his thighs, holding him down and close into me. I let my hand glide all over his beautiful, perfectly formed young body until I centered on his half-hard cock, and then I slowly stroked him to completion, as he sighed and undulated under my attentions, being held in close check by my encasing arm and leg.

Then I turned him on his belly and prepared his ass and straddled his hips and slow fucked him until his second ejaculation and my first. I told him I was clean and that he had the option and he said he was clean too and wanted to feel me, so I didn’t use a condom. I wanted this to be a matter of trust and commitment from the very beginning. And the act of sex on his sweet body dredged up the memory of my first taking by Mario DiLane, and the joy of filling this young man with my hot semen was as satisfying to me as when Mario first did that for me – and I could tell by Ben’s sighs and moans that it was fully satisfying for him as well.

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Such were my memories twelve years later as I lay in the hospital under a death threat that I dare not tell my lover of.

When Ben visited me, we discussed only the future and what he was doing as the head dance master for various Broadway musicals – a position he had attained with his talent, to be sure, but also through the mentoring I had given him over the dozen years of our life together. After he had told me that he wouldn’t leave my bed after our first fucking unless I told him to do so, I let him know who I was and of the doors I could open if his talent was worthy. I told him he could live with me regardless, but that I would make a bald assessment of what he could do professionally and would help him attain his potential – but not push him beyond his potential. I had seen too many careers and lives collapse from overextension by some well-meaning mentor.

It turned out that there were no upward limits to his talent and creativity and that, after my initial help and mentoring, he soared on his own flight. I knew that his future in the entertainment industry would far surpass what I had accomplished, and I didn’t begrudge him that. Because I loved him. I loved him with every inch of my being.

Perhaps he one day would realize just how much I had loved him, although I would not be the one who told him.

In this vein, he not only told me of what he was working on and the gossip around Broadway that we both thrived on, but he also told me of the new, young male dancer he had discovered and who he was helping getting established. He waxed enthusiastically about Peter Crofton for some moments before he seemed to realize what he was revealing to me and changed the subject.

But I already knew that he and Peter were lovers. I’d known he had turned to Peter for solace not long after my cancer had been revealed and I broke off our sexual intimacy because it was just too painful for me to endure.

I knew of all of this and of how Ben was taking Peter under his wing and mentoring him in the theater arts. I knew this because it hadn’t been Ben who had discovered Peter and his talent – it had been me. Peter was my gift to Ben, my attempt to continue the cycle of love and commitment and mentoring that I myself had been part of and had benefited from. It was the greatest parting gift I knew of that I could give not only to Ben but also to my art. I had been part of a long chain of extraordinary entertainment talent arising and nourished from the satisfaction of the sexual release and commitment of successive elements of the cycle.

It didn’t really matter to me if Ben realized it now. In time he would. And by then he would have already fulfilled his contribution to the cycle. And now I understood what Frank Zimmerman meant all those years ago when he told me to keep the cycle going.

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I was hired by a major corporation to take over their international sales department, which was centered in Rio De Janeiro. I was excited to be moving to a new country, the home of Carnaval, and so many spectacular sights, but at the same time, sad to be leaving the United States, but the idea of starting life in a new country and a new career energized me.

My personal assistant, a charming young woman named Sofia, found me a beautiful apartment near ‘Centro’, the main business district, completely furnished, and she would arrange to have my furniture and personal items moved within the week.

I arrived at Galeao International Airport on a humid Friday afternoon, and waiting for me at the terminal was Sofia and a tall, dark haired, bearded gentleman dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt and tie. Sofia ran up to me and gave me a hug.

‘Bem vindo a Rio De Janeiro! Como foi o seu voo?’ I shot her a puzzled look, not knowing a word of Portuguese. The tall man smiled and let out a broad, booming laugh.

‘She means, Welcome to Rio De Janeiro. How was your flight?’ His voice was deep, with a rich, almost cultured Portuguese accent. We all laughed together as she apologized in heavily accented English.

‘Please forgive me, sir. I forgot you do not speak Portuguese. I shall try to remember next time. This is Mauricio Allegre. He will be your guide and business partner.’ Mauricio shook my hand with a firm grip and flashed me another dazzling white smile.

‘We shall head to your apartment and get you settled in. Sofia has hired movers and also maids to put your items in place. If you wish to move things around, you’re more than welcome to. We figured it would be easier for you to settle in and get started on Monday if you didn’t have to unpack everything.’

‘That was very thoughtful of you, Sofia. Thank you.’ She excused herself, hailing a cab and leaving us in the terminal.

‘I’m excited to be here. A bit apprehensive at first about leaving America.’

‘So this is your first time in Brazil?’

‘First time anywhere across the ocean. Seems i’ve let work take up most of my life.’ Mauricio took my bags and we headed outside to his car, a burgundy Mercedes convertible. He placed everything in the back seat, and we headed towards Centro.

As we drove along, I marveled at the sights around me, from the sheer beauty of Rio, it’s majestic beauty, the clear blue ocean that seemed to engulf it’s borders, to the statue that rose above the city like a beacon, the one thing I remembered from the travelogues I sat through as a child.

‘I live just a few blocks from you. If there is anything you need or desire, i’m a phone call away.’ He kept a steady gaze on the road ahead as he shifted, but kept his arm draped across the back of my seat. I couldn’t help but notice how exquisite he was in his resplendent suit, his skin the color of mocha, dark eyes that resembled two coal black marbles, heavy lashes that accentuated his masculine features. Thick tufts of hair curled from around his hands and arms, and his fingers were covered in the same fine pelt.

‘Have you lived in Brazil all of your life?’

‘I spent quite a few years in New York City, attending Columbia on a scholarship. I received my master’s degree in business, and accepted the job back here. I thoroughly enjoyed the climate of New York. Plenty of interesting people.’

‘They can be at that.’ We pulled in front of a white and tan building which seemed to reach to the sky. Heading inside, we took the elevator the seventh floor, where we walked across the tiled hallway to my new home.

I didn’t expect the beauty of what welcomed me. Large windows opened up to a majestic view of the street below, the warm breezes wafting through the apartment. Colorful tiles were inlayed not only on the floor but on the walls as well. There was a spacious kitchen, a huge bedroom, and a massive patio set up with my wicker furniture. I stepped out and walked over to the railing. My gaze drifted along the street, towards the ocean that almost appeared as if I could dive right into it.

‘I take it you approve?’ Mauricio stood in the doorway, his arms crossed.

‘I cannot believe it. This is too beautiful. Are you sure I can afford all of this?’

‘You shall. Sofia and I picked it out for you. We thought it would be the best suit for you.’

‘I cannot thank you enough.’ I reached out my hand to shake his, but he looked at me and squeezed my shoulder.

‘Why don’t you change and we’ll go out and celebrate? I have some places i’d like to show you.’

‘Alright. Give me just a few minutes and I’ll be right there.’

‘I’ll be back for you in about a half hour, OK?’ He left and I stood in the middle of the apartment, taking in all of this grandeur. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Laughing, I went into the bedroom and began to unpack my suitcase, trying to find something suitable to wear.

I’d chosen a pair of cargo shorts, tennis shoes and a tan polo shirt. I checked myself in the mirror and made sure I looked ok. The doorbell rang and I went to open it.

Mauricio stood before me, dressed in a white tank top, a pair of black spandex workout shorts , his muscular, tanned and hirsute frame covered in a thin layer of oil. It was all I could do not to stare.

‘I-um-think i’m a bit overdressed,’ I remarked.

‘You look fine. Many men in town dress as I do. You shall learn that Brazilian men are not ashamed of their bodies. It is a badge of honor to be noticed and admired. Come, let us go.’

We ended up in a charming cafe not too far from the beach, it’s clientele a mixture of beautifully tanned women in extremely revealing bikinis, and golden boys in nothing more than either Speedos or G strings covering their equipment. We ordered drinks and relaxed as the evening began to descend.

‘So, you say that work has been your main goal in life.’ He took a drink of his mojito and leaned back in the chair, the bulge from his shorts sticking out like a sore thumb.

‘Well, after graduation, I wanted to make my parents proud by making a success of my life. So I decided to accept a job with this pharmaceutical company, and work my way to the top.’

‘You never gave women a second thought?’ he mused, looking at me over the rim of his glass.

‘Girls never thought much of me, I’m afraid. Everyone I knew wanted a ladies’ man, and unfortunately I wasn’t exactly their type’. I picked up my gin and tonic and took a sip.

‘And men?’ My hand froze in mid air. ‘What did you think of them?’ I wasn’t sure how to respond, trying not to stare at his face as an impish grin crossed his lips.

‘Well, to be honest, I never really-‘ The waiter appeared with our meal, which he called ‘frango com quiabo’, or chicken and okra. I immediately dug in, intentionally avoiding his question. He joined me and we changed the subject, talking about work, my job, how we could increase sales by working with the advertising department on new ways of promoting a new medication.

We walked around the city, it’s bright lights beckoning to us, stopping at small stands, where he encouraged me to try some of the local cuisine, such as a Mortadella sandwich, and pao de mel, a honey cake covered in chocolate, which we shared. It’s gooiness almost took me over. I relished each bite, and soon I realized i’d practically inhaled my entire piece. Mauricio noticed that i’d already devoured mine and offered me a piece of his.

‘I really shouldn’t.’

‘Please. I insist.’ I reached up to take some from him, but he reached down and held it in front of my lips.

‘Take a bite.’ His finger gently touched my bottom lip and he held it there for a moment. I bit down on the candy, and he guided the rest into my mouth. I looked up at him, and he was gazing at me, his beautiful face illuminated by the flickering lights of the neon. A strange feeling came over me, and my legs began to quiver, my entire body tingling, as if needles were being pressed into my bare flesh. It wasn’t a painful sensation by any means. I closed my eyes and tried to push the erotic thoughts that raced through my head back inside.

‘Is there anything the matter?’ I felt my breathing become a bit labored, and suddenly I felt blood rushing into my groin, my penis rising in the spirit of the moment. My nipples were erect and taut, and sweat began to drip from my forehead.

‘You look a bit flushed. Perhaps we should take you home?’ We walked back to my apartment where we stepped inside and he ordered me to lie down on the bed. He brought me a cool towel from the bathroom, which he placed on my forehead.

‘I think you’ve gotten a bit too overwhelmed by our fair city. It is a lot to take in in one day.’

‘I’m sorry. I never get this way. I don’t know what came over me.’

‘Not to worry. I will be glad to stay with you if you’d like.’

‘Mauricio, I don’t want to be a bother.’ He laid down next to me and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me.

‘Just relax. Close your eyes and just relax.’ He brought up his fingers to my eyes and gently closed them. I felt him unbutton my shirt and pull it open. His hands touched my bare chest, and began to caress me. I trembled with a combination of excitement, and sheer terror, unsure of how to act, or what to do. I wanted him, but i’d only been with one other man in my life, when I was out of college. I was 22 and he was 45, and it was a quick fling, nothing memorable.

He pressed his lips against one of my nipples and encircled his tongue around it. I gasped and reached out my hands, locating his thick hair, running my fingers through it. He came up to me and found my mouth, exposing my tongue to his as we were enveloped in a deep soul kiss. I pulled off his tank top and he removed the rest of my clothes, pressing his hard, firm frame against me, his hands exploring my flesh, touching every inch of me, his lips perusing my body, ending in places i’d never touched before. I arched my back as he slipped off his shorts, his long, tapered cock sliding up and down my stomach.

I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his back, my fingers pressing into his body, responding to his every move. The open windows brought in the warm salty breezes from the ocean, sweat dripping from our torsos.

He turned me over and laid me flat onto my stomach. He spread apart the cheeks of my ass and buried his hirsute face in between them, his tongue flicking in and out of my hole. I clutched the pillows tightly, moaning into them, becoming lost in his incredible sexual prowess. I’d never had anyone touch me as he had.

He climbed onto my back and drew close to my ear. He kissed it lightly and whispered, ‘Let me enter you. Allow me to take you.’

‘I’ve not done this for years.’

‘I shall be gentle. Just relax and let me take over.’ He slowly put the head of his penis inside my moist manhole and began to slide in. I balked at first, but he slid his hands onto my back and began to massage my shoulders. The combination made me slip further into the sheets as he began to seduce me.

With each thrust from his hips, I felt the gentle swaying of his pelvis, as if I were on a boat, the rocking of the ocean lulling me into a peaceful, dreamlike state. He pressed himself in further, and I begged for him to take me.

His response was immediate, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, fucking me with a ferocity that sent my mind into orbit. It was beyond words what Mauricio was doing to me, and I ached for him, wanting it to never end.

The wind seemed to pick up as it’s soothing breezes floated across my naked, moist frame, cooling me as he was heating me up. It was a powerful sensation, going from hot to cold, the elixir like a drug.

‘Please don’t stop, Mauricio. Please take me as far as you can.’ He turned me over onto my back and we began to kiss passionately once again as my legs balanced upon his broad shoulders, his penis entering me again, pounding me harder than the time before.

‘Oh, god! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Do it, Mauricio! Fuck me!’ His balls slammed into me and I dug my nails into his back, holding onto him for dear life. My head was hitting the headboard, which was cushioned by a pillow, and I could hear the slamming of the wood against the wall.

Pulling out of me, he began to grunt, and a stream of hot man juice shot all over my face, my body, spattering against the walls. Immediately he latched onto my hard cock and began sucking it voraciously. It took me but mere seconds for my hot load to spray into the air, all across Mauricio’s beard, face and mouth. He lapped up the semen like a cat with a bowl of milk, rubbing the shaft into his face.

We lay next to each other in the night, our sticky frames literally glued against the sheets. I was wrapped up in his massive arms, as I drifted off to sleep, my first night in Brazil literally a carnival.

We had coffee the next morning, after taking a nice hot shower, at which point he proceeded to fuck me against beneath the needles of water.

I walked him to the door, his arm around my shoulder.

‘Mauricio, I don’t know how this is going to affect our working relationship. I’ve never slept with someone I’ve worked with.’ He turned and kissed me on the lips.

‘You and I will be spending much time together, working on business. I will be teaching you the way of our company here in Brazil. I shall also be teaching you Portuguese. It will be helpful as you become more acclamated to your new home.’

‘You didn’t answer my question.’ He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply once again.

‘We will work and play together. It shall not affect our work. This shall be part of our work. And I look forward to helping you grow.’ He flashed that cocky smile and disappeared out the door. I leaned against the closed door and wrapped my arms around myself. I walked to the window and looked down at the street, where Mauricio appeared from my building, looked up and blew me a kiss. I returned one and sat on the sill, gazing out at the ocean. I was finally home, and I knew I’d never want to leave it.

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I enjoy dressing like a chick. Skirts and bikinis feel so nice against my skin, especially my cock. It feels so nice to have a hard cock in tight clothes; it just feels natural to me.

Anyway, there was this kid in my grade who I had always had a crush on. Timmy Kidrol was his name. He was skinny and not very muscular, but was very athletic. He always wore lacrosse jerseys, and underneath that was a 6-pack. He always wore gym shorts, the loose fitting kind. I always wanted to get into them. I had masturbated to what was underneath those shorts many times, cumming into my shorts, skirts, and bikini bottoms. I wanted him, but I was almost sure I wouldn’t ever have him.

The summer after my senior year, I was 18. Barely legal, I decided to take a trip down to Provincetown. Since nobody I knew would be there, it was the perfect place to dress up and enjoy the sites (by that I mean guys).

The 2nd night I was there, I went out in a denim short skirt, a girls American Eagle shirt, high heels, and both parts of a bikini, instead of wearing underwear and a bra. I also had on makeup and a blonde wig to look more feminine.

I was walking down the street when I saw Timmy on the other side of the street, walking by himself. I thought that was strange and wanted to see what he was up to. He was wearing an Abercrombie lacrosse jersey and black gym shorts. I walked up to him. ‘Timmy’, I said, ‘What are you doing here?’ Timmy looked up and saw me, and kinda laughingly said, ‘Why are you dressed like that?’ Remembering that I was dressed like a girl, I stuttered to try and get a sentence out. ‘Don’t worry, I like it’, Timmy said to me. I could see a bulge out of his shorts.

We went back to my hotel room, and as soon as the door closed, we both began to make out, our tongue being intertwined with each other, our cocks rubbing up against each other. I felt the 6-pack underneath his jersey, and it made my cock a little bit harder. I took off the lax jersey, and he took off my shirt. Our hairless chests rubbed up against each other, and our cocks rode the others, with our hands on the other’s ass.

I pulled down his shorts and his boxers, got on the ground and began to suck the 7 inch uncut cock. I felt his ball sack, which I could tell made his cock so much harder. I licked his cock and sucked it some more. As I began to suck harder, he came right in my mouth, his yummy juices going down my throat. I stood up and kissed him on the lips, and we both lied down on my bed.

I pulled down my skirt and bikini bottom and stuck my hard 6 inches into his asshole. I thrusted my cock in and out of his ass. ‘Oh yea babe, make me pregnant’, he said. He came up and we both kissed with my dick in his ass. I felt his chest and 6-pack while we kissed and it made me cum right in his ass.

After that, we both lied down and spent the night together. We kept each other warm and we both stayed together for the rest of the trip, and even came back together and still meet up every once in a while. He’s still wicked cute.

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After a long day at work I returned to my hotel room and from a pizza service I ordered a pizza to be delivered to my room.

Having ordered my meal I took a quick shower and as I just got out of the shower there was a knock on my door. I wrapped the towel around my naked body and opened the door. What I saw then took my breath away and my towel fell down and I stood completely naked in front a a gorgeous looking man with long black hair bound together to a pony tail.

He looked at me and saw my penis getting hard. He grabbed it and said: ‘What a wonderful welcome, I would love to come back and greet him again after I have finished work tonight.’ – ‘That would be great, what time can you be back?’ – ‘I finish work at ten.’ – ‘Well come back then, me and my dick are looking forward to seeing you again.’

I paid for the pizza and gave a generous tip and ate my pizza after he had left. A few minutes after he had finished his work I heard him knocking on my door and now I didn’t need the towel anymore when I opened the door.

My plan was that I wanted to be fucked by him and while he would fuck me I wanted to shave my head. I gave him a condom and explained my wish to be fucked by him but I didn’t mention what I intended to do while I was fucked.

He undressed and while he was taking his cloths off his penis was growing and finally he was as naked as I was and I helped him with the condom.

We then both stood in front of the big mirror, me in front of him and In the mirror I could see myself and his beautiful head with that beautiful pony tail. His hair reached deep down to his back and I was getting crazy to get his penis stuck into my ass. He pushed it inside me and started slowly fucking my up my ass. I then took my own penis in one hand and started to masturbate and with the other hand I opened the drawer where the clipper was in and took it out.

I saw his astonished expression in his face and I started shaving my chest and when that was done I lifted one arm and shaved the armpit clean. Then I went on to shave the other armpit and after that was clean I started to shave my balls and dick as well.

He got very exited about that and I felt his penis getting bigger and bigger inside me. Now the time had come to get my head shaved as well. I started at my forehead and shaved a line all over my head down to the skin. My new lover had his hands on my hip and fucked me as hard as he could and after a few minutes the top and sides of my head were shaved and then I felt his sperm shooting into my ass.

For the back of my head I handed the clipper over to him and he knew what to do with it. He shaved the back of my head and also made sure that the parts of my head I had not shaved completely clean got really good shaved. As he was doing that I was masturbating my penis with both hands and when he had finished I could then wash my shaved head with my own sperm which I had caught with my hands.

After that was done he said: ‘I want that to be done to me as well.’ – ‘What, you want to be fucked by me? I would love to do that!’ – ‘Yes, and I want to get my head shaved as well. As I saw you getting so erected it must be quite something and I would like to try it on myself now.’

We then changed our positions. Now I had a condom over my penis and stuck it into his ass. I started fucking him and opened his pony tail. With both hands I went through his long hair and he started to masturbate his penis. ‘Now – take the clipper and give me a new experience.’ He said. I took the clipper and shaved a line all over his head as I had done before with myself. His long hair fell down on our bodies and he masturbated his thick penis with fast movements now.

I continued fucking and shaving him and soon all his hair covered our bodies. I made sure that no hair was left on his head and then I covered his shaved head with my hands and massaged his skin while I fucked him harder and harder. We had our orgasms nearly at the same time and he did the same with his sperm as I had done before with mine. Then we stood face to face and massaged each others head with our hands.

Finally we went into the shower and I gave him the razor and the shaving cream and kneed down in front of him. I took his hard penis in my mouth and sucked it while he started applying the shaving cream and then shaved my head with the razor.

We then changed positions again and this time my big penis was in his mouth while I shaved his head clean.It was well after midnight when we had finished our business and he stayed the whole night with me in my bed. We fell asleep touching and caressing each others shaved heads and masturbating our dicks again.

The next morning I saw him in the bath shaving his head again and masturbating at the same time. That was exactly what I am always doing when I shave my head. So we both stood in front of the bathroom mirror shaving our heads and serving our best part of the body.

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Everybody has those turning points in their lives. The spot where, depending on your choices, you can do one thing or another and either way you go your life will never be the same from that point on. It’s all part of growing up, I suppose.

Mine came right before my eigteenth birthday. I was not a ‘good’ kid. I was a two bit burglar and a petty thief. I’m not proud of what I did. And I can’t explain why I did the things I did. But I haven’t done anything like that since, so I guess I learned my lesson. I can justify it in my mind to being a confused teenager, but… never mind.

I got caught stealing something and hauled into court. The judge was very stern and lectured me for what seemed like hours on the error of my ways. I tried to listen to what he was saying but the rebellious teen in my brain kept sighing and rolling my eyes. Then he gave me a choice. That got my attention. Either I spent three months in the county jail or six months at a conservation camp. In the jail I would get food and a place to sleep and nothing else. In the camp I would learn a trade and get my GED. In the jail I would be in a cell all of the time. At the camp I would be free and living in a dormitory. My choice.

Fortunately for me, I chose the camp.

The place wasn’t too bad, apart from being a bazillion miles from anywhere in northern Idaho. I got enrolled in welding classes for half a day and was taking tutoring for my GED the other half. We were fed well three times a day and we got evenings and weekends to do whatever we wanted. The nearest town was almost fifty miles away but they ran a bus there and back every weekend. I went to town once and that was enough. There was one bowling alley and one movie theater and that was pretty much it for town. The land the camp was on was ‘rented’ from the local indian tribe, most of whom lived in town. They didn’t seem to like us much and they made it clear. I stayed away from town after that and decided to make my own amusement back at camp.

Aside from a few female staff, the camp was completely stag. And with that many young men kept away from women for that long there was bound to be some ‘alternative’ sexual activity going on. It was inevitable. But it was frowned on and whenever someone was caught, they were quickly transferred out to another camp before there could be any trouble. Personally, I didn’t care either way. I wasn’t really interested in other guys and I was more than happy to take care of my own needs myself for the interim.

For my own entertainment, I learned to play the guitar and took to hiking in the woods. I had a favorite place about five miles away where there was an an old firewatch tower since abandoned by the state with a smalll cabin beneath it. Most of the other guys rarely ventured more than a mile or two outside of the camp so I was assured of privacy. The cabin had no electricity and when I found it the roof leaked like a seive, but it did have an old cast iron woostove for heat and cooking and a usable well with a hand pump inside. I had ‘borrowed’ a few tools and some grease and managed to get the place cleaned up and patched up and the pump working for my own use.

Several of the guys had asked me where I went every weekend when I disappeared into the woods with my guitar and I gave them some bunk about ‘communing with nature and writing songs’. That pretty much discouraged them. Once in a great while someone would insist on joining me for the weekend. I had found an alternate place several miles in the other direction. I was jealously territorial about ‘my’ cabin and didn’t want to share it with anyone. One guy was pretty sure I had a girl stashed out there somewhere and he tried to follow me on one of my hikes. I caught a glimpse of him about a mile out and instead of going ahead towards the cabin I led him on a hard trail that led up and down and around and around for about two hours. By the time I stopped he was thouroughly lost and I had to ‘rescue’ him and lead him back to the camp. It pretty much ruined my weekend hike, but it also kept anyone else from following me out after that.

After I had been there for nine months, I got my welding certificate and had also gotten my GED. They were making noises about me moving on and going out to get a job, but I knew as I was only eighteen that nobody was going to hire me as a welder. Besides, I was enjoying myself. I got fed three times a day, I had a comfy warm place to sleep and entertainment whenever I wanted it. I saw no reason to go anywhere else unless I absolutely had to. I talked to my couselor about getting into another training program to ‘expand my horizons and employment opportunities.’ He suggested that the heavy equipment program would be a good adjunct to my welding experience so I had him sign me up. A week later I was driving a bulldozer and learning that it was rather fun cruising around in all of that big equipment. I looked forward to another nine months of taking it easy and having fun. Since I had gotten my GED, they put me in the operators class full time. Running the heavy equipment was taxing physically, but even though I was tired when I got off every evening, it was a good tired. I didn’t mind.

People rotated in and out of the camp every two weeks. Those who finished and were moving on left and they sent in replacements on the big grey bus. As some of the older guys had left, they made me a Dorm Leader. It didn’t really mean very much, other than the fact that I ended up with a room to myself. That was cool. Much better than the eight man bay that I had been bunking in. They gave me a little bitty room, not much bigger than a walk in closet with a set of bunkbeds and two small closets for my clothes and gear. The other bunk and closet were in case we got temporarily overcrowded and they needed to stash somebody in there. For the time being, it was all mine.

Not long after that (about a month, I think) Richie came into my life. I had seen the bus coming in as I was walking back in from being out in the field. We were building a new playground for a school in town. We were almost done and I had spent the day doing finish work with the grader. In the morning a crew would come in and plant grass and our part would be over. It felt good to be doing something nice for someone else while I was learning my trade.

Don, one of the couselors, called me as I was walking back to the dorm. Standing next to him was a scared young looking kid holding a battered suitcase. ‘Rex,’ he said (that’s me, by the way, Rex Rogers) ‘This is Richie Drummond. He’s new. We have a shortage of space so we are going to have to bunk him in with you for a few days until we can find some room for him.’ I snorted at this because I knew his ‘few days’ was going to be at least two weeks until the next bus left. The kid looked a little apprehensive at the idea of having to room with me. My boots were caked with red clay and I was spattered all over with mud and grease from the equipment. The only place even remotely clean on me was the top of my head where my hard hat had covered some of my hair. I tried to smile but I was too tired to put much effort into it. ‘Sure thing, Don. Come on kid. Grab your gear.’ We made our way into the dorm.

I led Richie into my/our room and showed him where to put his stuff and told him the top bunk was his. I gave him directions to the bathroom and the chow hall and wandered off to get a shower and change. By the time I had sluiced off all the mud and felt fairly human again, Richie was gone . I assumed he went to dinner. I intended to give him the ten cent tour of the place just to be neighborly when he got back and I settled onto my bunk to wait for his return. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I fell asleep and didn’t see him until my alarm went off then next morning. I was still laying on top of my covers with all of my clothes on. When I got up the kid was still snoring into his pillow, sound asleep. One of the things I was going to have to teach him was how to get up with an alarm clock!

The first week living with Richie wasn’t as bad as I had feared. He was older than he looked. He was actually only a month or so younger than I was, not the fifteen or sixteen he looked at first glance. He was small for his age and had a baby face that he was trying hard to grow out of. As Richie said once when I remarked on it ‘All of my people are small. It’s just how we are.’ I’m sure if there had been girls here, they would all have been after him, calling him ‘cute’. Richie never talked much about his home life or what he did to get sent to the camp. From the bits and pieces I did pick up it seemed like he had led a pretty sheltered life until he got into trouble. It seemed to be a sore subject so I never pursued it much. He was in the GED classes in the mornings and learning to be a painter in the afternoons. I knew the guy who ran the painting program, a pretty good cat, and I asked him to keep an eye on Richie and let me know if he was having any problems. I also talked to Ms. Anita who taught the GED classes and asked her for input on what he needed the most help on. I figured the best way to get my peace and quiet back was to get this kid through the course as fast as I could.

So during the day, I went out to ‘work’ on the big equipment and Richie went off to school. We developed a pretty strong relationship right from the start. As I was the ‘older and wiser’ one he referred to me as ‘Old man’ and to me he was ‘Young man’. When we were together we goofed around alot. Just guy stuff, mostly. In the evenings after chow we would sit down at the desk in our room and I would tutor him on the subjects he was having trouble with, or just drill him on the stuff for the upcoming quizzes. Afterwards he usually went out into the dayroom to watch teevee or out to play basketball with the other guys and I stayed in to read or play my guitar. Occasionally he would stay in the room and listen to me play. I’m not really all that good at it, but I try.

The second weekend after Richie arrived I packed my rucksack full of food and a few books, slung my guitar over my shoulder and took off for the cabin, intending to spend the entire weekend by myself. On saturday morning I woke up missing seeing his face snoring into his pillow. By saturday afternoon I realized I actually missed having the little snot around and decided to head back in. I shook my head at myself. So much for the rugged individualist! I thought that maybe if I thought he could take the walk, I’d invite him out the following weekend. That was the first time I ever even considered sharing my secret place and the idea kind of startled me. I hoped he knew how to keep his mouth shut.

I never was one of those ‘touchy-feely’ people. Especially not with other guys. Not that I think anything about that, it just wasn’t my way. I know plenty of guys that will hug an old friend they haven’t seen in awhile . The most I would usually do is a handshake or a friendly punch in the shoulder now and then. But Richie seemed to thrive on that sort of contact. He would reach out and touch my arm when asking me a question. The first time we got through a particularly difficult set of math problems successfully he threw his arms around my neck and hugged me. I could tell it was a reassurance thing with him so I made sure that when he needed to be rewarded for doing good work, I would throw in a hug or a pat on the back along with the praise. When I put an arm across his shoulders and told him ‘Good work, Rich!’ he would wiggle like a puppy.

Two weeks after Richie arrived Don came and told me they were still having some space problems but he could move Richie out into a dorm room with some of the younger kids and I would probably get one of the older guys to bunk with me. I told him not to worry about it. ‘He’s kind of excitable’ I said, ‘But he’s not a bad kid. And he keeps his part of the room clean. I’m kind of attached to him. If you don’t care, I’ll just keep him there for now.’ Don didn’t have any trouble with that and it removed the headache of having to shuffle people around for him.

I got my first clue about what was going to happen between us the following weekend. On thursday we had gotten rained out on a jobsite by a big storm that rolled through but we ended up spending ten hours out in the rain trying to get our equipment pulled out of the mud. When I came in soaking wet and covered with mud Richie jumped up and guided me into the chair by the desk. He pulled off my boots, socks, jacket and shirt and tossed them in a pile in the corner where I usually put my dirty clothes. Then he opened my locker and got me my sweats and a clean t-shirt and towel and my little bag of soap and shampoo and stuff I carried to the showers every day. He handed me my stuff and told me to go get cleaned up. When I returned I found that he had rinsed off my boots and stuffed them full of old newspapers to dry and had rinsed the worst of the mud out my clothes and threw them in the washing machine. He had even snuck into the showers and taken my dirty clothes from there to wash! I barely even noticed as I came back into the room and fell into bed and was asleep within seconds.

The following morning I woke up with a serious cold. Body aches, fever and chills, the works. Called the boss and told him I was sick. Went to see the camp nurse and she told me to go to bed and drink plenty of fluids. Like I didn’t know that. I went back to bed. Richie, bless his heart, raced back to the dorm at every break to check on me. Most of the times I was asleep, but when I was awake he would ask if I needed anything and if I did, he would run off to get whatever I needed. I told him he didn’t need to keep running over here and he laid a hand on my arm and said ‘Rex, you been so good to me since I got here, I will do whatever it takes to pay you back. Don’t worry, old man, I’ll take care of you!’ And he raced off again to get to his next class.

By supper time that evening I felt like eating something, but was too weak to go and get it myself. Little Richie went to the chow hall and got in an argument with the head cook (a great big, fierce Indian woman who secretly liked most of us) and got permission to bring me a tray in the dorm room. The kid had guts! I was impressed. The cooks name was Gloria Whitekiller. She was a huge mountain of a woman whose face almost always wore a frown. But that was just the way her face was shaped. I had discovered months ago that if you sweet talked her, you could get almost anything you wanted food-wise. She was never fooled by my slick words and always threatened to kick my ass if she caught me in her kitchen mooching food. But I always got just enough of what I needed just the same. Between her expression and that ominous name, most of the guys were too scared to even talk to her. I suspect she was lonely.

After I had eaten a bit, I set the tray to the side and looked over at my roommate. He was sitting by the side of my bed watching me eat and telling me what he had done during the day. When I set the tray down he said ‘Did you get enough? Do you want more? I’ll go get you more if you want!’ I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek. ‘Richie, you are going to make somebody a fine wife someday.’ I said, jokingly. He leaned his head gently into my palm and almost, but not quite, brushed his lips against my hand. It was a small gesture and I almost missed it. But I did see and it made me wonder. Was the kid just starved for affection? Was it a byproduct of his need for physical touch? Or was it something more? I decided I would just wait and see what happened. I wasn’t thinking clearly anyway and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to wait and see.

I spent the entire weekend in bed except for brief trips back and forth to the bathroom. Every time I got out of bed Richie was there putting my arm around his shoulder to help me walk and make sure I didn’t fall. I was fairly certain I could have made it there and back by myself but on the other hand I was pretty weak and didn’t want to end up face down on the bathroom tile, either. Some of the guys in the dayroom started giving Richie a hard time whever we would stumble through. One of them, a real card by the name of Archie ‘Ace’ Wiggins started referring to Richie as my ‘little nursemaid’. He and his cronies would always laugh heartily after he made that remark. After the third time I heard him say that, I made an abrupt turn coming back from the bathroom and staggered into the dayroom where Ace and his buddies were hanging out. I walked right up to Ace, with Richie under one arm and said ‘Since you seem to enjoy it so much, Ace, I decided I would share with you. Maybe you can get a nurse of you own.’ And with that I held up my free hand, licked my palm and held it out to him. ‘Here, pal. Shake and share.’ Ace came up out of the seat and over the back of the chair so quick you would have thought I had offered him a live rattlesnake. ‘No way man!’ he cried ‘You keep you germs to yourself! I don’t want none of that!’ The other guys were laughing at him now as he kept backing away. I just smiled. ‘Behave yourself there, Ace. Or I’ll sneak in and borrow your toothbrush.’ On the way back in to the room Richie squeezed me with his arm and whispered ‘That was awesome!’ I just smiled.

By monday morning I was feeling better but not yet 100% and the boss told me to take another day off just in case. The jobsite was still too muddy to work and the crews were just sitting around doing routine maintenance. ‘Don’t want you dying on me, Rex.’ he said ‘You are going to be my next crew chief!’ So I sat around in the room and napped and waited for Richie to get off of work in the afternoon.

He had a big exam coming up the following morning so after chow we closed ourselves up in the room and I quizzed him for several hours. It was all geopgraphy and history and easy stuff but I wanted him to do good so I quizzed him hard until I was sure he knew the material. When I was satisfied and we were done I stood up and put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a big hug. ‘You are doing great, tiger! You got this!’ He turned into my hug and wrapped his arms around me tight and buried his head in my chest. ‘Thank you, Rex.’ he said against my chest ‘I don’t know how I would have done this without you.’ His right hand had slipped down to my hip and now it slid down to my upper thigh, just below my crotch. ‘I’d like to repay you’ he said, looking up into my eyes ‘Any way that I can.’ With that his hand slipped around and gently cupped my crotch in his palm. I looked down at him and I could feel my dick starting to get hard through my jeans. The heat from his hand started to spread through my lower torso. ‘Do you realize what you are doing?’ I asked. He gazed into my eyes and nodded. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

My mind said ‘Yes! No! Maybe!’ I wasn’t really sure what I wanted. Like I said before, I didn’t think much about it either way and the situation had never come up before so I didn’t know exactly how I felt about it. But I did like feeling him softly squeezing my cock and I was pretty sure I would enjoy it if we took it a few steps further. His hand was now slowly sliding up and down the length of my now fully erect cock hanging down my pantleg. I decided to put the ball back in his court again but with conditions. ‘Just so you know exactly what you are getting into here, young man.’ I said in the same voice I used while tutoring him in math. ‘If you keep doing that then very soon you are going to end up on your knees with my cock in your mouth.’ His lips parted to speak and I pressed a finger over them to quiet him. ‘And if you take my cock in your mouth you are going to suck me until I come inside of your mouth and you are going to swallow all of my come. Do you understand that?’ He nodded and I continued. ‘And that may satisfy us for a while, but not long after that you are going to end up face down on a pillow and I am going to see if that prick of mine will fit up inside of your ass and I will fuck you long and hard and fill your tight little ass with my come too. Is that what you want?’ His hand squeezed me hard and he started to slide down to his knees. ‘Yes Rex! That is what I want!’ He went to his knees in front of me, with both hands now holding my cock and stroking me. ‘I want to suck you until you come. I want you to fuck me. I want to make you happy. I… I love you, Rex.’

I reached down and took both of Richies hands in mine and pulled him to his feet. As he stood his lips brushed against mine quickly but I pulled away. I turned him and sat him in the desk chair and I perched on the desk next to him. ‘First of all’ I said ‘We will do nothing here. Nothing at all.’ He started to speak again and I waved a hand for quiet. ‘If we are careless here then we will get transferred to different camps. That would ruin everything. But if we are smart then we can be together as much as we want every weekend. There’s a place we can go and have privacy. It’s quite a hike getting there, but I think it will be worth it. But you have to promise me..’ I took his chin in my hand and looked him in the eyes. ‘That you won’t tell anybody about this. Nobody at all. It’s just between you and me. And nothing happens between us either in this room or anywhere else on this camp. Promise?’ He nodded and his lips brushed my hand again. I slapped him gently on the cheek. ‘No more of that. Not here. Not while we are on this camp. Now go watch teevee or something for an hour or so. This old man has got things to think about.’

He got up and scampered out of the room with a big smile on his face. I heard one of the other guys ask him what he was so happy about. ‘Rex is tutoring me and I am going to ace that test tomorrow!’ Smart kid.

In the meantime, I had things to think about. Was this really what I wanted? To have my first homosexual experience with this kid? He made it pretty obvious what he wanted. It was the first time he had ever sounded so certain about anything. For my part, I had a raging hardon that needed some attention. I guessed that that pretty much answered my question as far as my part went. I was definitely turned on by the idea of fucking him. After checking to make sure the door was locked, I lay back on the bunk, put a towel across my hips and opened my jeans to free my cock. With the image of Richie on his knees in front of me begging me to fuck him, I started stroking my cock. I didn’t take me long at all to come….

‘Business as usual’ became our watch phrase for the week that followed. To say that there was a tension between us was an understatement. Richie seemed to want to turn every single touch into a sexual encounter and it was driving me crazy. I had to be firm with him several times and remind him of the consequences if anyone suspected. I would hold his hands down to his sides and recite the mantra ‘Business as usual’. It was hard for him. Hell, it was hard for me! I was hard for him. On many levels. Once I even heard him say it to one of the other guys. A buddy of his passed us in the hall and asked ‘How’s it going, Rich?’ To which he replied ‘Oh, you know. Business as usual!’ He turned and gave me a sly wink. You just couldn’t help but like the kid.

When guys transferred out or went back to the world to go home or get jobs, they often put their excess gear up for sale. Radios, camping gear and the like. Randy, the guy who ran the gym and library, had a small slush fund and he would pick up good stuff when he could and hang onto it in case somebody new needed some gear. He would sell it to us for what he paid for it. He didn’t make any money that way, but he didn’t care. He liked his job and got paid enough by the state. And he knew that most of us were stone broke most of the time anyway. I picked up a smallish backpack that I thought Richie would be able to carry if it wasn’t too heavily loaded and a used sleeping bag that was still in good condition. Those and a few other small items used up all of my available cash, but what the hell? It’s not like I had anywhere else to spend it out here. Randy said ‘The new kid got the hiking bug like you?’ I smiled wryly and shook my head. ‘He’s been bugging me to take him camping. You know how these city kids are. Probably be scared half to death the first night and want to go home. But I figure if I’m going to be stuck with him I might as well make him help carry some of the food. He’s got to be good for something, but I’ll be damned if I know what.’ Randy laughed and threw in a couple of flashlights for free. He knew I had been tutoring Richie and thought it was just a humanitarian thing. Well, it was at first, anyway.

As usual, the boss let us go early on friday and when I got back to the room I realized I had a raging hardon in anticipation. I draped clean clothes in front of my crotch and headed for the showers. Making sure nobody could see, I jerked off quickly under the hot water to calm myself down. No way I wanted to hike five miles with a stiff dick. It would have rubbed me raw! When I got back Richie was there and in the same state I had been. I could see the front of his pants pushing out stiffly so I gave him the same prescription I had given myself. Sent him off to the shower and told him not to come back until he had come at least once.

We had packed our gear up the night before but I went through the packs again checking for things we might have forgotten. Everything seemed to be ready. I had gone up to the nurses office a few days earlier for a ‘checkup’ after my cold. While she was out of the room I frisked the cabinets until I found several tubes of that ‘surgical lubricant’ they always have in doctors offices. I snagged two of them and stuck them in my coat pockets before she returned. They were now wrapped in spare socks in the bottom of my pack. I almost got hard again just thinking about using that stuff on Richies tight asshole but I managed, with difficulty, to calm myself down and put my mind on the hike.

Richie came back from the showers much calmer but still excited. ‘Save your energy for the hike’ I warned. ‘It’s no stroll in the park and we have to get there before dark falls.’ I made sure he had good thick socks on and that his boots were laced up tight enough. We each put on a light sweatshirt, since it was already fairly cool outside. I eased the window to our room open and scoped outside. There was nobody looking and I dropped our packs and my guitar on the ground outside and we climbed out the window and closed it after us. It was my usual way. I often came and went through the window. That way they never knew when I left and never knew when I returned. I guess I just enjoyed being mysterious.

I won’t say too much about that first hike. Richie wasn’t used to such strenuous exercise, being a city kid, and he wasn’t anywhere near as tall as I was (a mere 5’3′ as opposed to my 6’1′) so I had to shorten my usual long-legged lanky stride so he could keep up. He was getting pretty worn out by the time we neared the cabin but he soldiered on with dogged determination. He was working hard for his reward and when we made it there I planned on rewarding him for his efforts all night long. A few miles outside of the camp I slid an arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. He took a deep breath and leaned into my side. ‘Doing okay?’ I asked. He nodded and said ‘Just a little out of breath. I can’t wait to get there.’ I squeezed his shoulder and touseled his hair. ‘We’ll get there soon. And you are going to need all of your breath when we do.’ With that I reached down quickly and squeezed one of his asscheeks then stepped away. It was all I could do to keep him from running all the way there. Nothing like working towards a goal!

We got to the cabin just a little before dark. I knew that night fell quick in the mountains and I wanted us prepared to stay inside all night. The last quarter of a mile we ranged side to side off the trail and picked up deadwod to carry along. There was usually a good stash of firewood already up there but I didn’t plan on spending my usual half a day cutting wood to replace what got used. There were other things on my mind! We dropped our wood in the firebox outside the front door and went inside just as the last glimmer of daylight disappeared under the horizon. I took new candles out of my pack and set one in the holder on the table and lit it then set about building a fire in the little stove. I directed Richie to fill up the metal bucket with water from the pump and set it on the stove to heat. He didn’t have a clue how to work a hand pump and I had to tell him what to do.

He put the bucket on the stove just as I got the fire going good. I closed the grate and stood up to hold my hands out towards the heat. Richie came up behind me and snuggled into the my back. His hands came around my waist across my stomach and started to slide down towards my crotch. I caught his hands in mine and turned around so I was facing him and put his arms around my waist. He held me tight for a few seconds then turned his face up to mine. I cupped his chin in my hand and leaned down and kissed him deeply. He moaned against my mouth as I kissed him and his arms went so tight around me it was almost hard to breathe. I reached down and cupped both of his asscheeks in my hands and he moaned louder and bucked his hips against my legs. After a few seconds I broke the kiss and pushed him gently back. ‘I think it’s about time, don’t you?’ Richie was nearly panting and gasped ‘Yes Rex! Please! I want you! I need you!’ I swooped down and gave him a quick kiss and opened my pack.

The only bed in the cabin when I got there was an old steel framed twin cot with an ancient foam mattress. I had tried the cot a few times but it was so old it squeaked loudly every time I moved around in my sleep. The second weekend the cot moved out to the back porch and I had just made me a pallet on the floor, using the mattress as a pad. One of the items I had managed to scrounge from Randy was a self-inflating air mattress that was almost as thick as the old foam pad. All I had to do was open the valve and the foam inside expanded and then close the valve again. I set this next to the foam pad and had Richie hand me his sleeping bag. This I opened up fully and spread it over the two pads. Then I opened my sleeping bag up and laid it over the top. My extra blanket went over the top of this and I got out the two empty pillowcases. Into these went our sweatshirts and made us each a small but comfortable pillow. A vision flashed into my mind of Richie clutching that pillow to his face and me fucking him hard in the ass. It made me flush warm with desire.

I rose and went to the one wooden chair in the cabin and sat down to unlace my boots and slip them off. I placed my hands on my thighs and looked at him. I thought about what to do next for a second and then said in a low voice ‘Let me see you.’ Almost as if he were in a trance, Richie started peeling off his clothes until he stood before me naked. He had a smooth firm body, with a small patch of furry pubic hair framing a beautiful 5-1/2′ cock that stood out firmly in front of him. I enjoyed the sight and my mouth almost watered as he turned slowly in a circle in front of me. He had small firm asscheeks which I had already held in my hands once and I hungered to part them and sample the delights of his ass. His nipples were hard as rocks and I could see his nuts were shriveled up tight beneath his cock. I wasn’t sure if it was from desire of the fact that the room was still a bit chilly or both. I stepped up and picked him up in my arms and carried him to our bed on the floor. I laid him down on the bed and covered him up with the blanket and stood up and slowly began peeling off my clothes. My 6-1/2′ cock sprang out to attention as my pants came down my thighs and there was a little gasp from the bed. The room was still cold and I slipped quickly beneath the covers and took him into my arms. I slid my arm behind his head and rolled him so he was looking up at me. My cock was pressing into his thigh and it felt like his skin was on fire. He writhed against me as I kissed him and my right hand slid down his chest to the patch of pubic hair. His hips jerked and I slipped my hand down to softly cup his balls in my palm. Richie parted his thighs for me and moaned onto my mouth as my fingers slowly caressed his balls. His hands were clutching at my back and as I wrapped my hand around his cock they tightened and I felt his nails digging into my skin.

Richies cock was a little over 5′ long but over 5′ around and hard as a rock. He had been circumcised, but there was enough excess skin that my hand slid slowly up and down with very little effort. I wondered idly what his cock would feel like in my mouth… or in my ass. I decided I would find out soon enough. There was always time. For now I just wanted to make my beautiful boy happy. ‘Beautiful boy’… That phrase echoed in my mind. Even though he was only a little younger than I and we were both very nearly adults, he seemed so young and innocent, in a weird way and the phrase fit him perfectly. My hand gripped him tighter and stroked him faster and faster as I felt him moving against me. Richie was jerking his hips upward wildly and suddenly he gave a squeal and started shooting come all over my hand and his belly. I held him tight and stroked him as he came. I flipped back the covers as the last jets subsided and surveyed the mess we had made. His hips were still churning and he was gasping for breath. I brought my hand to my mouth and for the first time in my life I tasted another mans sperm as I licked a little off of my fingers. It was salty, as I had heard, but it also tasted sweet because I had given him so much pleasure so easily. Maybe now that he had come he would last a little longer the next time.

Richie was still gasping softly and when I looked at his face I realized he was close to tears. ‘What’s wrong?’ He wrapped his arms around my neck and sobbed ‘Rex, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… it… it just felt so good with you touching me. I couldn’t help myself!’ I shushed him and held him close. ‘It’s okay, my beautiful boy. It’s okay…… I wanted to make you come. I wanted to see it and feel it and taste it. I wanted you to come for me hard and fast and you did it wonderfully. My beautiful boy.. you came just for me…’

He sighed into my neck and murmured ‘It was my first time.’

‘With another man?’

‘With anybody.’

I jerked back a little bit and looked down at him nestled into the crook of my arm. A virgin? I could see it. He was a pretty shy kid. But I figured as pretty as he was there would have been at least one girl who had gotten into his pants before me. I’d had my share of girls and had even managed to knock off a piece from a local girl in the back of a tool shed on one of our jobsites in town a couple of times. A virgin and all for me? I felt like a kid in a candy store. But, come to think about it, technically when it came to doing what we were doing I was a virgin too. Ah, well.

Slipping my arm from under his head, I rose from our pallet and got a washcloth and a small towel from my pack. I dipped the washcloth in the bucket of warm water on the stove and cleaned off the rest of his sticky jism from my hands and then knelt down and wiped his belly clean and dried us both off with the towel. I hung the towel and washcloth on the chair beside the stove to dry and returned to bed. Richie had turned on his side facing away from me and I snuggled up close behind him, covering us both with the sleeping bag. I draped an arm around his waist and he snuggled back into my belly. My hardon had subsided a bit but the warm touch of his buttocks against me was enough to start waking me up again. It only took a few moments for me to realize that Richie had fallen blissfully asleep in my arms.

Well…. hell! I hadn’t planned that. After the day of work and the long hike and the shattering orgasm the poor lad was tuckered out. My cock was till semi-erect and I felt that familiar ache in my balls from having an unspent hardon. I could feel the heat from his soft asscheeks pressing into my crotch and I briefly toyed with the idea of just going ahead and fucking him while he slept. I’m sure he would wake up when my cock went into his ass! But, no. I wanted him awake and aware during the whole process. I wanted us both to enjoy every second of the hard fucking I was going to give him. I sighed and settled down behind him to close my eyes. Richie took my hand in his and pressed it against his chest and murmured something sleepily before he drifted back off. Not long after that I was asleep as well.

I woke up the next morning alone on our bed. I blinked and stared at the wall and wondered for a few moments if the whole thing had been a dream. Then I heard a small noise behind me and turned over. Richie, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, was kneeling with his back to me poking more wood into the stove. He had a merry fire going and the room was fairly warm already. I couldn’t see his face and I desperately wanted to. What would I see there? Regret? Revulsion? Shame? I hoped not. Since I had committed myself to this course I want it to continue. I wanted to make him happy and for my own very selfish reasons I wanted to continue. I wanted very badly to fuck him hard and long.

He turned and saw that I was awake and came over and knelt by the bed. ‘Are you mad at me?’ he asked.

‘Whatever would I be mad at you for?’

‘Falling asleep on you last night. I’m so sorry, Rex!’

I hooked my hand on the back of his neck, pulled his face down to mine and kissed him hard and fast. ‘Don’t worry about it, silly boy. We both had quite a day. And we have all day and all night to make up for lost time. Don’t you worry.’ I slid out of the bed and stood up. My cock was hard and standing straight out from my crotch. Richie started to reach for me and I batted his hands away. ‘Not just yet, greedy guts. I have to pee before I burst. There’s some instant coffee in my pack and some cups. Why don’t you make us both some? I’ll be right back.’ I stepped out the back door and the cool morning air made me gasp a little. I had to stand by the railing and force myself to relax before I could pee.

I came back in feeling much better and my hardon had subsided and I hung limp. Richie handed me a tin cup of instant coffee and kissed me. I patted his cheek and went over to sit on the bed. He sat down beside me and leaned his head against my bare shoulder.

‘Any regrets? I asked.

‘Only one.’

‘What is that?’ I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.

‘That I fell asleep. I wanted you to fuck me.’

That matter of fact statement caught me a little by surprise and I laughed. ‘Don’t you worry about that, my beautiful boy. It’s going to happen sooner than you think. Don’t you worry about that at all.’

I rearranged the top sleeping bag so that it was bunched up behind me and I leaned back against the wall and drew the blanket up to my hips. Richie snuggled up under my arm with his head on my chest. I kissed the top of his head and we sat and sipped our coffee for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his warm body pressed up against me. I sighed happily and wondered what the day would hold for us.

I felt my little lover move and opened one eye and saw him set his empty coffee cup down on the floor. He leaned back into my chest and I could feel first his hand and then his warm lips on my bare chest. He was kissing and licking me, up and down my chest and down towards my stomach. I sighed again and set my cup down next to his. My hand went to the top of his head and I stroked his hair as he worked his way lower and slowly lower. His hand slid beneath the blanket and brushed against my semi-hard cock. It jumped at his touch and immediately began to get harder and rise up under the covers. I slid the blanket off as his fingers closed around my prick. ‘Oh my god.’ he said ‘I didn’t realize it was that big! My hand can’t reach all the way around it!’ I couldn’t think of a suitable reply to that statement, so I said nothing. I just stroked his hair and back as he held me in his warm hand. Richie had slid lower and I could feel his hot breath on the tender skin of my prick. When he spoke I could feel his words on my cock. ‘Do you think it will fit in my ass?’

The question made my cock jerk and finish getting hard as he began to slowly pull back my foreskin, exposing the puple head of my prick.

‘I think we will have to work up to it, but I’m sure it will fit in your ass.’

‘Do you think it will fit in my mouth?’

‘Oh yes.’

‘Lets find out.’ He said as I felt his warm lips touch the head of my cock. His tongue darted out and I could feel him spreading warm saliva all over the head. He turned his head slightly and I felt his warm lips close around my prick. Oh god! It felt wonderful! His small hand was working up and down the shaft as he sucked my cock in and out of his hot mouth. He couldn’t take very much of my length into his mouth but I didn’t mind. I had been deep throated by a couple of girls before and it wasn’t that big of a deal. Most of the sensation was in the head and Richie was doing a fine job there between his lips and his tongue. I debated with myself on whether he had had lessons somewhere or if it was a natural talent when I gave up and just enjoyed the sensation. Every now and then he would sigh in the back of his throat and the extra vibration would send a thrill down my spinal column. I could feel my orgasm building after he had been blowing me for a couple of minutes.

‘Richie.’

‘Mmmmm?’ My cock never left his mouth as he sucked me.

‘I told you what would happen if you took my cock in your mouth.’

‘Mmmmm hmmmm…’

‘I told you I would come in your mouth and you would swallow all of my come.’

‘Mmmm hmmm!’

‘Do you want me to come in your mouth? Are you going to swallow all of my hot come?’

‘Mmm hmmm! Mmm hmm!’ He nodded enthusiastically with his head bobbing in my lap.

My hand closed on the back of his neck as my hips began to buck upwards into his mouth. He held his head still and let me fuck his hot mouth with my cock. I gripped him as tightly with my hands as he did me with his lips and I groaned and bucked upward one last time and came into his mouth. I could feel and hear him swallowing all of my sperm as it jetted down his throat. I bucked and shivered and came again and again and spurted what felt like gallons of jism into his waiting mouth. And he swallowed it all.

Richie held my cock between his lips until my orgasm had ebbed and I was breathing normally again. The with one last kiss on the tip he released me from his hot mouth and kissed his way back up my chest to my lips. He looked me in the eyes and said ‘Was that okay?’ I laughed aloud for the second time that morning.

After I had regained my breath a bit I got up, slipped into my sweats and a t-shirt and made us some breakfast. I had ‘appropriated’ a bit of food from the chow hall the day before to bring with us. I had pre-scrambled half a dozen eggs and put them in a plastic peanut butter jar that sealed tight. In another container I had some small ham cubes and shredded cheese that had been out with the salad from dinner. A plastic baggie had some butter patties. I sat the metal pan from my army surplus mess kit on the stove and dropped in the butter patties. When they melted I shook up the jar full of scrambled eggs and poured them into the pan. I stirred them around with the metal fork from my mess kit until they were about half done and then dumped in the ham and cheese. Richie watched all of this with awe. I’m guessing he never had to cook for himself before. He made me feel like I was some sort of genius. Even if I hadn’t just had the best blowjob of my life I would have enjoyed having him with me.

We sat on the bunk and ate our breakfast and chatted and joked and talked about life at the camp. And afterwards he helped me wash up the pans and set some more water on the stove to heat. We both made trips out to the primitive outhouse out back. Richie was horrified at first but when I told him the alternative was squatting over a hole in the ground he worked up his nerve and went. What are they teaching kids nowadays?

While he was out I made us some more coffee and was sipping a cup when he returned. Richie seemed happer than I had ever seen him before. He was coming out of his shell right here in the woods with me. As I was sitting in the only chair (I was going to have to do something about that. How was I going to haul another chair all the way up here?) he sat in my lap and I held him close.

The day was getting warm out and I could tell that I needed to get cleaned up. I take a shower every day back at the camp and make do with a sponge bath when I am here. That gave me a fun idea. One of the items I was constantly bring up to the cabin was empty metal coffee cans with plastic lids of various sizes. They were easy to get and good for keeping things bug free and excellent for heating water in when I wanted to use for other things besides making coffee and instant soup. I got four of them out and seperated the remaining hot water into them and sent Richie to refill the bucket. When he brought it back I poured a little cold water into each of them to cool them down a bit and dumped a little liquid soap into the first one. Then I got out two washcloths and stuck one down in the soapy water. Richie watched quizzically as I began to strip down. I wrung out the soapy washcloth and began to scrub myself all over. In a flash, Richie was naked and taking the cloth from my hand. He began methodically scrubbing me all over, humming to himself and occasionally planting light kisses on my skin. He went to his knees behind me and washed my ass and down the back of my legs and even the bottom of my feet, then dipped the cloth in the water again and wrung it out and got on his knees in front of me. As if the mere sight of this naked boy on his knees in front of me wasn’t enough, he began slowly washing my cock and balls with the washcloth and his warm hands. My eyes closed and I felt myself getting hard as he pulled back my foreskin and gently washed my cock. I felt him plant a small kiss on the tip and I opened my eyes and said ‘Stop that. It won’t taste good with soap on it.’ When he stopped and looked up at me I said ‘I always want my cock to taste good to you.’

I took the soapy washcloth from his hands and tossed it back in the can of water. Then I got the other cloth and dipped it in the can of clean water. ‘Now’ I said ‘We rinse the soap off. Then it’s your turn.’ Richie went to work with abanodon rinsing the soap off of my skin. But he couldn’t resist planting a small kiss on every part of me he rinsed clean. He saved my cock and balls for last and just as he finished wiping me off he leaned forward and sucked the head of my cock in his mouth and slowly pulled it out until it released with a small ‘pop!’ He grinned up at me and said ‘It tastes great to me!’ I was beginning to think I had created a monster! A hot, sexy, horny little monster, but a monster nonetheless.

When he was done I dumped out the used water and got the two other cans to use. I put soap in the first one and plunged the rag in to work up some bubbles. While my back was turned to him, I dropped one of the tubes of lubricant down in the can of clean water to get it warmed up. Never without a plan, me.

I had Richie close his eyes and I started by washing his face. ‘Just keep them closed unless you get dizzy. You’ll enjoy the feeling alot more that way.’ I scrubbed him gently all around his hairline and up behind his ears and down his neck and shoulders and scrubbed my way down each arm and even between his fingers. I made sure I got more soapy water for his armpits and worked my way down his chest and stomach. His cock was already stiff and proud by the time I was working my way up and down his legs. I think I surprised him when I didn’t stop to wash his pretty little cock but instead stepped behing him and started washing his back. I scrubbed my way down his back and knelt and started washing his asscheeks. I had washed the outside of his tight little mounds and I stopped to rinse out the cloth again. Then I parted his asscheeks and ran the cloth from the rear of his balls all the way up to the top of the crack. I did it a second time and paused at the opening of his ass and pressed gently, just so he could feel some pressure there. I could feel him tighten up and then relax and tighten up again. We were going to have to work on some relaxation techiniques, I imagined.

I tossed the rag aside and plunged my hands into the soapy water and worked up a good lather. Richies hardon had gone down a little but when I began washing his cock with my bare hands it quickly sprang back to life. I washed and stroked him until his cheeks were flushed and he was breathing a little hard and then I stopped.

He opened his eyes. ‘You’re teasing me.’ he said accusingly.

‘I sure am.’ I laughed. ‘Close your eyes.’

I got the clean cloth and started rinsing off the soap in the same order I had applied it, saving his ass and prick for last. Just before I rinsed off his cock I put the back of the chair behind him and guided his hands to the top of it. ‘Just hang on to that so you don’t get dizzy and fall. And keep your eyes closed.’

The lubricant was nice and warm when I took it out of the water and placed it on the floor where I could reach. Once again I put my bare hands in the clean water and started rinsing off his beautiful hard cock. I kept one hand gently gripping his balls while I one-handed the tube open and squirted a generous dollop of the warm lubricant onto two of my fingers. I ran my hand between his thighs and pressed my slippery fingers up between his buttocks and pressed my index finger firmly against his asshole. Richie gasped and clenched up, the outer ring of his sphincter grasping the tip of my finger. I whispered ‘Relax… relax… relax…’ over and over agin as I pressed my finger against his ring. Richie panted and said ‘Oh….. oh….. oh….’ and then ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhh!’ as my finger slid smoothly up inside of him. He kept gasping ‘Oh my god… oh my god…’ over and over as I began working my finger in and out of his ass. His sphincter was squeezing my finger and his asscheeks were clenched on my hand tightly. Richies face was flushed and he began to buck his hips back and forth with the movement of my digit buried in his bottom. His hard cock was bobbing inches away from my face and I knew if I didn’t do something real soon, I was going to need another bath. So I did the only thing I could do, which was lean forward and take his hard cock in my mouth.

‘Another first for me.’ I thought to myself. It was an odd but not unpleasant sensation. It felt bigger in my mouth than it looked and I made sure to hold my teeth apart so as not to scratch him. His cock was soft and hard at the same time as he thrust in and out of my mouth and I gave him a little suction and hummed in the back of my throat for the vibration. Richie was gasping and I felt him grab the back of my head with one of his hands. Like he did for me, I held my head and hand still and let him buck his hips back and forth between my mouth on his cock and my finger up his ass.

It didn’t take long between my mouth and my finger working in and out of his ass before I felt him start to tense up. His knees were getting a bit wobbly and I moved my free hand around to the small of his back in case he fell. Just as I felt him begin to come, I ran my finger in as far as it would go and tightened my lips around his pistoning cock. His rectal ring clamped down on my finger so hard I thought I might lose it and his asscheeks tightened on my hand like a baseball glove. Richie squealed and cried out and came in my mouth in long shuddering spurts which I swallowed down just as fast as I could. The kid sure could come alot! I felt him start to lean over forward suddenly and his cock popped out of my mouth, the last few spurts of his come dribbling on the floor. I shifted so he came down over my shoulder and he laid himself over my back, gasping and panting. I slowly eased my finger out of his ass and he moaned and twitched and a few more spurts of come hit the floor between my feet.

Not wanting to stay crouched down and uncomfortable like that, I simply stood up with Richie over my shoulder and carried him over to our bed. I laid him down gently on his side and went over and rinsed off my hands in the soapy water. Then I got the washcloth and rewet it and went back over to the bed. He was still laying there softly murmuring ‘Oh my god’ over and over. I softly wiped the lubricant off of his asscheeks and when I parted them and wiped the slippery goo off of his asshole he jumped and squeaked. I tossed the washcloth aside and lay down beside him, spooning him into my chest. I slipped an arm under his head and put my other one around his waist. Richie grabbed both of my hands in his and held them to his chest. I could feel his heart still beating hard and he shivered like he had a chill. I held him close and whispered ‘Are you dead?’ He actually snorted and laughed a little. ‘Tell them back at camp I died happy.’ Then he suddenly turned and looked at me over his shoulder. ‘Was that just your finger?’ I nodded. He laid his head back down, clutched my hands tight and said ‘Oh my god!’

We lay together for awhile murmuring back and forth until Richie fell asleep. I gently unwrapped myself and covered him up with the blanket. He grumbled in his sleep some but was soon snoring again. So much for the boundless energy of youth! I figured I would wear myself out riding herd on him and here I’d knocked him out twice! I grinned to myself and set about cleaning up the cabin and drawing fresh water to heat. When everything was ship-shape again, I made myself another cup of coffee and pulled out a battered paperback book and one of the four cigarettes I had allotted myself for this weekend. I moved the chair into a patch of sunlight and read and smoked and relaxed. It had been a good day so far. Maybe, I thought, it would get even better!

Richie came awake with a start about an hour later. We wandered sleepily over to where I sat and wrapped his arms around my neck from behind and laid his head on my shoulder. ‘I’m sorry I fell asleep on you again. What time is it?’ I patted his head gently and looked at my watch. ‘It’s nearly noon, sleepy head. You’ve slept half the day away!’ He groaned and went over to pull his pants and shoes on and wandered out to the outhouse. While he was gone I made us each a cup of coffee and lit another cigarette. When he came in Richie went over to the sink and pumped a little cold water on his hands and splashed it into his face and dried off with a towel. He came over to me a took the cigarette out of my fingers and took a drag. From the way his face looked and the way he coughed I could tell he didn’t do that very often. He coughed and shook his head and said ‘Nasty’ and set the cigarette in the ashtray. He took my book and laid it on the table and crawled up into my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck again. I held him tight and patted his back. I felt that he wanted to say something so I just waited for it to come out. This had been a learning experience for both of us and I had enjoyed myself up to this point and didn’t want anything to queer the deal. So to speak.

After a few moments he sighed into my neck.

‘Rex?’

‘Yes, love?’

He hugged my neck and said ‘You called me ‘Love”

‘I meant it, too.’

He was quiet for another moment and finally said ‘Are you going to fuck me in my ass?’

A fair enough question. ‘I had planned on giving it the old college try, anyway.’

‘Face down in a pillow?’

‘That’s the picture I have in my head, anyway. Maybe in another position, I don’t know.’

‘I’m not sure it’s going to work. You’re pretty big and I’m scared.’

I patted his back in what I hoped was a reassuring way and said ‘If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. No big deal. If it scares you then we won’t even try.’

He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. ‘I want to try it. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for ever! I want you to fuck me!’

I smiled and kissed him. ‘Then we will try it, beautiful boy. We will go slow and easy and get you nice and relaxed and we will see what happens. And like I said, if it doesn’t work then it doesn’t work. But we will try. What’s say we get some lunch first and go from there?’ He kissed me back and said ‘I’m starving!’ One true thing you could say about teenagers (him and me both) is that we are always hungry.

One of the good things about being on the camp and eating in the chow hall was that there was always plenty of food put out for meals and it was easy to gather up a little ‘extra’ for later. I had scrounged up enough food for about five meals for the both of us and managed to bring it along, mostly in my pack as I hadn’t wanted to overload Richie on his first big hike. Now that I knew how much energy he had and how quickly he recovered, the next time he was getting a bigger part of the load. And I meant that in every possible sense of the word. I grinned to myself as I made us a couple of turkey and cheese sandwiches with only slightly wilted lettuce and partially squished bread. Packing food in a backpack was a talent that I had not yet quite mastered. I suggested we sit out on the front porch and eat and I went and pulled out one more of my holdout surprises. I had carried along one can of beer that I had gotten from one of the guys who looked old enough to buy it in town. I had left it outside overnight underneath the porch and when I pulled it out it was still frosty cold from the chill mountain air. I’m not really much of a ‘drinker’ but I do enjoy a cold one now and then. I limit myself to one at a time and I thought that just one between us might help take the edge off just enough. I popped the top and took a swig and handed it to Richie. He sniffed it first, took a drink and handed it back, making a face. He said ‘Bleagh! How can you drink that?’ I just laughed. ‘It’s a taste that grows on you. Have another bite of your sandwich and try it again. Goes down better with food.’ He seemed to like the second drink a little better and was sat and ate our sandwiches and drained the beer between us.

When we finished we went inside and cleaned up the dishes and I dug out my final holdout for the weekend. A small plastic botttle of baby oil that I had dropped down in one of the cans of hot water with the tube of lubricant right before we started to eat. I set the can down by the head of the bed and pulled my big beach towel out of my pack and spread it out on top of our bed. I stood up and kicked off my shoes, peeled my shirt up over my head and dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. Richies face was slightly flushed and I stepped up to him and pulled his shirt up. He held up his arms as I pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor. I knelt in front of him and pulled his shoes off and as I reached for the waistband of his pants I could see he was already hard and standing out proudly. I tugged at the elastic of his waistband and pulled his pants down slowly. His cock popped out right in front of me and I gave it a small kiss right on the tip. Richie gasped at the touch and shivered just a little. The boy was just a bundle of nerve ends all over! It’s not so surprising that it was so fun and so easy to make him come.

I lifted him in my arms and carried him to the bed and laid him down on his back right in the middle of the towel. I knelt down next to him and planted a long hot kiss on his lips. When I broke away I whispered in his ear softy ‘Turn over.’ I could see he was trembling and he clutched the pillow up under his face hard. I whispered ‘Relax…. relax…. slow and easy. We have all of the time in the world. And any time you want to stop, just say the word. I love you and I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax.’ He took a deep breath and when he let it back out I could see him relax a little. I could see that his asscheeks were still clenched tightly together in anticipation of getting fucked. Well, we would just have to work on that.

Taking the bottle of oil out of the water, I could tell that it was warm but not too hot. Just perfect! I popped the top and poured some of it onto my hands and began spreading the warm oil all over his back and shoulders. I spent long minutes concentrating on his shoulders and upper back, massaging the tension out of his muscles until I could feel him loosening up under my fingers. Richie sighed contentedly as I worked on him and I could even see he was smiling a little. Excellent. I slowly began working my way down his spine and back up, taking my time and loosening him up the best I could. When I got down to his hips I switched and started working my way back up from his feet, digging my fingers deep into the taut muscles of his calves and thighs. By now he was sighing and saying ‘That feels so good!’ When I had worked over both legs pretty good I straddled his calves and poured more oil on my hands and began slowly digging my fingers into his smooth butt cheeks and giving them the same treatment I had given the rest of him. I made sure to go all the way up to his neck and then back down to his ass a few times. Kind of a distraction technique. The next time I got more oil I let some of it dribble straight from the bottle down the crack of his ass. I reached down and cupped his balls with my warm oily hands and massaged them for a moment before returning to his back. He rolled his hips at my touch and sighed happily again.

I said ‘Better?’

‘Oh yes’ he breathed.

‘More relaxed?’

‘Oh yes, Rex. You can do anything you want with me.’ He lifted his hips a little and said ‘Please fuck me, Rex.’

I patted his bottom and said ‘In time, boy. In time. Work up to it slowly.’

I worked up and down from his neck down to his asscheeks a few times and tipped a little more oil down the crack of his ass. I spread the cheeks just a little to make sure it got all the way down. I began slowly working my thumbs around the cleft of his ass and working my way inwards, massaging as I went. I worked all around his crinkled little rosebud asshole but never got quite to it. I wanted him used to the feeling of something back there without making him too tense. When I felt he was as about as relaxed as he was going to get (I didn’t want him falling asleep on me again!) I grabbed the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous portion of it onto my first two fingers. I applied it all around his asshole working my way in just passing over it lightly before getting a little more. I worked my way in again and stopped this time with the tip of my index finger resting on his opening. I could feel him tighten up just a little and then relax. Good.

I just pressed my finger there until his asshole stopped spasming and told him ‘Now push a little, just gently, like you are trying to poop. Don’t try too hard, tho.’ I felt his sphincter open to me and my finger slid easily inside. He said ‘Ooooooooo’ and then ‘Ahhhhhh….’ as I slid it all the way in. He started to move his hips and I put my other hand on the small of his back to hold him still. ‘Just let me do all of the work.’ I said. ‘Just push a little as it goes in and tighten up as it goes out. Just concentrate on that. In and out…… in and out….. in and out……’

After a few minutes of getting him used to that, I added some more lube (you just can’t have too much it seems) and slowly worked a second finger in next to the first. He said ‘Oh! oh! oh!’ as it went in and his hands clenched and released on the blankets. I worked those two fingers around inside his ass, turning them this way and that to open him up.

As I worked the third finger in a few seconds later he took a deep breath and hissed through his teeth. I held still for a moment until I could feel him stretching and relaxing open.

‘You okay, love?’ I asked.

He blew out a big breath and said ‘Feels like your whole leg is in there! Oh my god!’

‘Feels okay?’

‘Feels wonderful! Please don’t stop!’

I grinned. ‘I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon. Are you ready for something just a little bigger?’

He hesitated only for a second and nodded. I said ‘Okay, I’m going to take my fingers out for a second and have you turn over on your back. I want to see your face.’

I slowly eased my fingers out one at a time and wiped my hand off on the beach towel. As Richie turned over I spread his legs and moved between them, lifting his legs and placing his ankles on my shoulders. I grabbed the lube and shot more of it on my cock and as a precaution shot a little more of it into his asshole, which was still gaped open slightly. I leaned forward on his legs, which brought his bottom up off of the bed a bit and aimed my cock at the opening of his ass and just placed it there. Richie just lay there with his eyes screwed tightly shut.

‘Richard Drummond.’ His eyes popped open and he looked at me.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

He nodded. ‘Yes, Rex. Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me in my ass, Rex. Please fuck me now!’ With that I began to slowly ease forward, pressing the head of my cock into the ring of his asshole. It began sliding inside of him just a little at a time. Richie whined a little and said ‘Oh! Ow….. Oh! Oh my god… Oh… it hurts a little but I can take it. Please give me your cock Rex! Please fuck me in my ass!!’

Now who can resist an offer like that? I know I sure couldn’t. I pressed forward until I felt the head of my cock pop past the tight muscle ring. Richie gasped and panted and I saw his toes were tightly curled up.

I said ‘The hardest part is over. It just gets better from here on.’ Richie just moaned and said ‘Oh my god!’ I gave him a moment to get used to the feeling and then pressed my cock further up inside of him. He looked up at me and said ‘I don’t think I can do this.’ I reached down and took his hand and placed it between his legs where he could feel my cock planted in his asshole. ‘You already are doing this. I’m over half way in!’ He felt around with his fingers at my cock planted in his ass and just said ‘Oh my god!’

I grinned and said ‘Congratulations. You are now being officially fucked. You are no longer a virgin.’ I started moving again, in and out a little at a time, getting a bit deeper on each stroke, working slowly until I was buried completely up his butt. Richie started moving his hips in time to my strokes and he went from ‘oh my god’ to ‘Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!’ I took this as a good sign and started stroking into him faster. I had been concentrating on not hurting him so much that I had been trying hard not to notice how wonderful it felt fucking him in the ass. It was tight and hot and slippery and just so incredibly tight! Sweat was beginning to pour down my face and back and chest as I fucked into him harder and faster. I looked down and actually watched my cock disappering into his ass and it was the greatest hottest sexiest thing I had ever seen. I reached down and grabbed both of his asscheeks in my hands and held onto them as i fucked him hard. I could see his cock was hard too and I took one hand off his butt and reached over his thigh and took his cock in my hand.

That was either the wrong or the right thing to do at that moment. Wrong if I wanted it to last longer, but right if I wanted to drive him over the edge. As soon as my hand gripped his hard cock tightly Richie squealed and howled and bucked against me and started shooting come all over his stomach and chest. His sphincter clamped down hard on my cock in waves and that sent me over the edge and I groaned deep and started spewing gobbets of come deep up inside of his body…… We locked together frozen for what seemed to be an eternity as my cock spewed come into his rectum and his spit and spurted come onto his belly and we writhed together in ecstasy. My vision was blurry and my arms and legs were trembling so hard I thought I might fall over. But with the death grip his ass had on my cock I was afraid one of might get seriously maimed if I moved suddenly. I held on and braced myself until the spasms had died down and I felt my softening cock start slowly sliding out of his butt. As the head finally popped out, Richie twitched and moaned again. I lowered his legs and lay down beside him and took him in my arms. He rolled into me and clutched at me tightly and we were both immediately glued together with his sticky come that was all over him. A part of my mind told me that this relationship would be greatly enhanced by a place with running hot water.

Richies face was flushed and we were both still breathing hard. I stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head as he trembled against me. I waited until the trembling had passed and cupped a hand under his chin and turned his face up to mine. I kissed him softly and asked ‘Was that okay?’ He smiled and kissed me back and stretched like a cat and said ‘All I can say is ‘Oh my god!’ ‘ I took that as a good sign.

After a few minutes i felt that I would be able to stand without falling, so I disengaged myself and staggered to the stove for some hot water. By now the can was too hot so I carried it with the washcloth to the sink and added a bit of cold from the pump. My body already felt scalded, I didn’t want to make it a reality. I wiped myself down using lots and lots of warm water and cleaned my cock thouroughly. I planned on spending as much time as humanly possible with my cock buried up his ass and i didn’t want either one of us getting sick. I got another clean cloth (note to self: bring more washcloths!), dipped it in the water and rinsed myself off one more time, even running it through my short brush of hair to wipe off some of the sweat.

When I was as clean as could be expected, I dumped the water and got another can and cooled it down and dipped the cloth in it. Richie was laying on his side all curled up. I gently rolled him onto his back and started washing the sticky jism off of his chest, working my way down his belly. The boy was just covered in it! I chuckled and said ‘Good lawd, boy. Youse a mess!’ He smiled weakly and said ‘It feels like you pushed all of my guts right out of my mouth. That big prick of yours is bigger on the outside than I am on the inside!’ I shook my head and told him not to exaggerate. But the compliment did make me feel good. When I rewet the washcloth yet again and started washing his cock and balls, Richie squeaked and twitched and almost pushed my hands away. He was still just a bundle of nerve endings. One of the reasons he was so much fun to play with.

I had cleaned the front of him off the best I could but still needed to tackle the back. I took him by his hands and pulled him reluctantly to his feet. He pouted and whined and didn’t want to get up, but I made him do it anyway. I put his hands on the back of the chair so he could lean on it and started cleaning him up, beginning with running through his thick brown hair which was matted with sweat all over his head. We both needed a place with a shower, bad! I wiped him down all the way down to the small of his back then started wiping from his feet upwards to his cheeks. His buttocks were just covered with lubricant and my sticky come which had leaked out of his ass. Each time I wiped across his asscheeks he sighed and rolled his hips but the first time I ran it up the crack of his ass he squeaked and went right up onto his tiptoes. When he came back down his knees were trembling and he said ‘Oh my god! What have you done to me? I’m ruined back there!’ I dipped the cloth again and ran it between his cheeks a little more gently this time and said ‘I hope you aren’t ruined completely. I very much plan on doing that again and again. Just as soon and as often as possible.’ He gasped and placed both hands across his ass and turned away from me. ‘Not right now, okay? Just let me rest a bit. I don’t think I could take it!’ He started to sit down in the chair but right as his butt started to come in contact with the hard wood of the chair seat he squeaked and stood back up. ‘I think I need to lie down for awhile’ he said. I went over to the bed and pulled the messy beach towel off and tossed it aside. Richie moaned and groaned like an old man and crawled onto our bed and lay face down with the pillow clutched tightly under his head.

I tidied up a bit and got clean water in the cans and set them on the stove to heat. I found my watch and saw that it was only a little past two in the afternoon. It felt like we had fucked for hours! Plenty of the day left. I smiled and whistled to myself and made another cup of coffee. I pumped out a cup of cold water for Richie and set it down by him. He lifted his head, pulled the cup to his lips and drained it right down. I took it and filled it up again then rummaged around and lit my third cigarette. I reclined next to Richie on the bed and patted his back softly as i sipped my coffee and smoked.

‘Any regrets?’ I asked.

He sighed into the pillow. ‘Mmmmmm-mmmmm’

‘Happy?’

‘Mmmmmm hmmmm….’ he sighed. Then he lifted his head and looked at me. ‘Why didn’t we do this sooner?’

I smiled and touseled his hair. ‘Didn’t know you wanted it for sure. Didn’t know I wanted it for sure. Had to figure it out as we went, ya know? This is all new to me.’

‘Do you know now?’

I leaned over and kissed the top of his head. ‘Oh yes, my beautiful boy. I know now. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want my cock in your hands and in your mouth and in your ass every chance I get.’

Richie moaned and hip hips writhed and he husked ‘I think your come is still leaking out of my ass. It’s going to be coming out of me for days!’ He put one hand on his asscheeks and clenched them together. ‘I think if I went and tried to shit right now all of my guts would fall out.’

I laughed and patted his back. ‘You’ll be okay, I promise.’

A few moments later Richie turned on his side facing me and propped his head up on his arm. ‘Do you want me to fuck you, Rex?’

I mulled it around in my mind and couldn’t come up with a good decision. I said ‘Hmmm….. I’m not sure. I guess so, if you want to. I’m not against the idea, and I’m sure we should try it just to see. But….. truth be told, the thought of you fucking me doesn’t turn me on half as much as the thought of me fucking you does.’ I looked down at him and said ‘Does that make me greedy and terrible and selfish?’ Richie shook his head, leaned over and kissed my arm. ‘I think…’ he said ‘I think I feel the same way. I’d like to feel what it’s like to fuck you and I hope it makes you feel as good as it did to me. But the thought of your big beautiful cock fucking me in my ass again……’ His hips churned and one hand went back to his ass cheeks and I saw his cock twitch and start getting hard again. ‘That thought just makes me hot as hell!’ He looked up at me again and asked ‘Does that make me greedy and terrible and selfish?’ I smiled and leaned down and kissed him thouroughly. ‘I think it just makes us right for each other. It suggests for me that we have established our roles in this relationship.’ I shrugged. ‘I don’t know too much about it, but I have read some of the stories in the magazines and stuff. I guess I would be classified as a ‘Top’ and you would be classified as a ‘Bottom’ to use their phrasing.’ I shrugged again and then grinned. ‘I don’t know much about terminology, but I know what I like!’

We spent the rest of the afternoon taking it easy, laying on the bed and chatting. At one point I picked up my guitar for the first time that weekend and tried to compose a song about ‘My Beautiful Boy’. It didn’t work out to well but it did give Richie a case of the giggles. I stuck to playing the simple tunes I knew after that.

Spending a whole day relaxing and lying around naked with someone i was sleeping with was a new experience for me. To be able to kiss and caress and pat an asscheek or squeeze a nipple without the need for sexual urgency and the immediate need to stick my dick in something was kind of startling. I still wanted to fuck him bad and every time I watched his butt wiggle as he walked across the room or bend over to put more wood in the stove made my prick twitch and start to get hard. And I knew all I had to do was say the word and he would have been at my feet before the sentence was finished with his warm hands and soft mouth and even offering up his poor sore ass again if I wanted it. I knew I could and would have him again any way I wanted and it was enough for the time being just to able to enjoy that feeling. We could relax together and enjoy our time without the need to be fucking 24/7. It felt nice and made me feel so mature.

I boiled a package of hot dogs for our supper and we ate the whole pack between us. Of course, we couldn’t resist making the expected juvenile remarks about their size and consistency and just the right look as one or the other of us was trying to stick a hotdog in our mouth was enough to make us fall over with laughter. Teenagers are such dorks. But we had fun. So much for maturity!

Darkness fell and the night turned quickly cool. I lit a candle and stoked more wood onto the fire to keep us warm. I felt a twinge of regret knowing this was our last evening together and sometime tomorrow we would be back in the dorms and the policy would return to hands off and ‘business as usual’. Waiting the five days in between the weekends was going to be sheer torture for both of us. I sighed heavily and stood up. I looked over at the bed and saw Richie laying there watching me. He lay on his side with his head propped up on one hand and he was slowly stroking his cock as he looked at me. We grinned at each other as my prick started to rise. I ran to the bed and practically dove on him, catching him by surprise as I pushed him over onto his back. One of my legs went between his and I leaned over him and crushed my lips to his, kissing him hard and deep, my tongue chasing around in his mouth. My hard prick was pressed into his thigh and I could feel his like a hot little branding iron against my hip. Richie moaned and churned his pelvis against me as I kissed him. I broke the kiss and buried my face in his neck and began kissing and nibbling on his soft neck, biting just a little but not enough to leave any marks. No way I wanted to try and explain that back at the dorms! He gasped and sighed and clutched at my back. I kissed my way down to his chest and nibbled and sucked at his nipples, making him gasp and squirm beneath me. Richie turned and reached his arm across and tried to reach for my cock which was pressing so insistantly at his thigh and leaking a little bit of pre-come on his skin. I caught his hand in mine and brought it to my face and kissed the palm of his hand and ran my tongue in a little circle around his palm. Then I sucked his thumb into my mouth with my lips tight around it and slowly pulled it back out, kissing the tip as it left my lips. I repeated the process with each finger in turn and as his pinkie left my mouth with a kiss I placed his palm against my cheek and looked down at him. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth was slightly open and his eyes glittered with desire.

‘Love you, Richie.’

‘Oh Rex’ he sighed. ‘I love you too!’ I lowered my head back to his belly and started kissing and licking my way down his belly towards his writhing hips. Richie grabbed a handful of my hair and tried gently to pull me back up to him. I took his wrist and pinned his arm back down to the bed and used my superior weight to my advantage as I held him down. I planted a kiss right atop his pubic bone and he gasped ‘Rex…. wait!’ I ignored him and wrapped my other hand around his sack and caressed his balls. He said ‘No…. Rex… wait…. I …’ I didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence. I parted my lips and took his erection deep into my mouth and sucked him hard. Richie moaned and stuttered. ‘N-no…. b-ut, b-but I…… oh my god…’ I sucked his cock in and out of my lips and gently squeezed and tugged on his sack, rolling his balls around in my palm. Whatever he was trying to say dissolved in a series of inarticulate grunts and moans as I sucked his hard beautiful cock. His hips were rolling and thrusting in time to my head moving up and down over his crotch. His movements got faster and shorter and began to get a little erratic and I knew his orgasm was building fast. When I knew he was going to explode at any second, I slipped my index finger down between his asscheeks and pressed it firmly into the rose of his asshole, putting firm pressure on it. Richie howled and bucked so hard he almost threw me off and began spurting into my mouth. Even though it was the reaction I was hoping for, the ferocity of his orgasm caught me a little by surprise. I had to swallow quickly to keep up with the copious flow of his spurting come in my mouth. I held him in my mouth and sucked and swallowed as he shivered and twitched beneath me. Finally, after several long minutes, he began to relax his death grip on me and I could feel his cock begin to soften in my lips and his flow of come had finally ceased. I leaned forward and sucked him all the way into my mouth until my chin rested against his pubic bone which made him say ‘Ohhhhhhhhhh…….. my god’ and I slowly sucked my way back up to the tip and let him fall out of my mouth. I took my hand from between his asscheeks and lay down beside him and took him into my arms and held him close. Richie made a fist and punched me weakly in the shoulder. ‘Oh my god, you bastard’ he panted ‘That wasn’t fair.’ I just laughed and hugged him tighter. ‘It was what I wanted.’ I said. ‘You seemed to enjoy it just a little so I don’t think you really minded it all that much, did you?’ He halfheartedly beat at my shoulder with his fist again. ‘It was horrible’ he pouted. ‘ I hated every second of it.’ I laughed again.

We lay there quetly for a moment or two and I said ‘So… what was it you were trying to say again? I’m sorry I so rudely interruped you. What was it?’ Richies face was buried against my chest and when he spoke I felt his voice inside my chest cavity.

‘Face down in the pillow.’

I looked down at him and said ‘What?’

‘I wanted you to fuck me face down in the pillow. You put that picture in my head and now it’s all I can think about. I wanted you to fuck me face down in the pillow.’

I reached down and grabbed his ass with my hand and parted his butt cheeks with my fingers. I put two fingers firmly against his asshole and pressed. Richie gasped and jumped and said ‘Ow! Oh! Ow….. oh my god… wait..’ I released the pressure and removed my hand. ‘That’s what I thought.’ I said. ‘After your first time I think you are too sore to try that again. As much as I would love to fuck your tight hot little ass again, and I do, believe me! I think it would hurt you too much and neither one of us would enjoy it as much as we should. I’m afraid we are going to have to wait for that one. Maybe next weekend, if we can get away.’ Richie pouted again, sticking his lower lip out. ‘It’s not fair.’ he said ‘I wanted you to fuck me again.’ He reached down and wrapped his hand around my soft prick which immediately sprang up and said ‘I wanted you to come inside me again. I want to make you happy. I love you Rex.’

I placed the tip of my finger against his lips and said ‘I’m planning on coming inside of you again, my beautiful boy. I just can’t come in your ass again so soon.’ He parted his lips and I slipped the tip of my finger into his mouth and he sucked on it. ‘But lucky me,’ I said ‘You can make me happy from either end. Your hot sexy little mouth makes me just as happy as your hot sexy little ass does. So why not be happy with what we can do and not worry about what we can’t?’ I patted his cheek and smiled at him as his hand was slowly stroking my rapidly hardening prick. I asked ‘Will you make me happy with your mouth? You do it so well anyway. Better than anybody I have ever met. Will you make that sacrifice for me?’ I could tell he was enjoying the flattery, even if he was trying hard not to show it. And, truth be told, he was better at sucking cock with almost no experience than any girl I had ever slept with who bragged about her expertise. A natural talent, I guess.

I parted my legs and patted the space in between them. ‘Come down here’ I said. ‘I want to watch. I want to see my cock going in your mouth. That is just as hot as seeing it going in your ass.’ Richie crouched down between my thighs, my cock still gripped in his hand. He licked his lips and started running his lips and tongue all up and down my shaft from my balls all the way up to the head. He gently pulled back my foreskin all the way and looked up at me watching him. As he saw me watching his cheeks reddened, from desire or emabarassment or a combination of both, I’m not sure. I wasn’t in the mood to analyze the situation right at the moment. Having this beautiful young man kneeling between my thighs stroking my cock and busily spreading his saliva all over my purple knob with his tongue drove all ideas of being clinical right out of my head. My pulse was pounding in my temples and my whole body had turned into a giant nerve ending centering on my cock. Richie kept his eyes on my face as he parted his lips and slid them slowly down over the head of my cock, taking me deep into his hot sucking mouth. My toes curled and I groaned. I put my hands on either side of his head and stroked him gently as he sucked my cock. ‘Oh, god.’ I groaned. ‘My beautiful boy. That feels so good. And I love watching my cock sliding inside of you. That is so hot.’ Both of Richies hands were wrapped around my shaft as he bobbed his head up and down in my lap, stroking me up and down in time with his head. The last time he went down on me, all I could really see was the back of his head. This time being able to see everything doubled the sensations.

Richie hummed in the back of his throat and make slurping noises as he sucked my cock. I groaned again as I could feel the tension start to build rapidly. ‘Oh yes, my beautful boy….. suck my cock. Make me come in your hot wet little mouth. I want to watch you swallow my come. I’m going to fill your belly with my come…’ My words of encouragement made him squeeze me tighter with his lips and he started moving even faster up and down on my shaft with his hands and mouth.

My hips started to buck upwards of their own accord and my hands went from his head down to the fabric of the blanket and I held on tight like I was afraid I would fly off the bed. Just a split second before I shot off, Richie looked me in the eyes and just opened his mouth wide while his hands stroked me. I watched the first spurt of my come shoot into his mouth and hit the back of his throat before he closed his lips tightly around my meat and started sucking and swallowing my come. My head slapped back into the pillow and my eyes squinched tightly shut as I groaned and bucked and shivered and came into his hot sucking mouth.

Richie kept sucking on me even after I had stopped spurting and every time he moved it sent an electric shock that traveled up and down my whole body. I couldn’t uncurl my toes and finally I had to pull him bodily away from my prick. I couldn’t stand it any longer! I pulled him on top of me and wrapped my arms around him and just lay there trying to catch my breath. My heart was beating so hard I could see it moving his head up and down as it lay on my chest. Richie reached up and ran a finger through my hair (which sent another electric shiver down my spine) and said ‘Was that okay?’ I snorted and laughed weakly and reached down and patted his bottom. I kissed the top of his head and said ‘Oh my god. I thought you were going to give me a heart attack! Holy shit!’ I held him and patted him until my breathing started to slow down a little and i didn’t feel like I was going to pass out.

After I could breathe again, I tipped his head up to look at me and said ‘Not to sound creepy or anything, but you know there is no way I am going to let you get away from me. Even if I didn’t love you, and I do!, the sex is too good to let you get away. I’m afraid you are going to be stuck with me for a long time to come.’ He smiled and moved up to my face and kissed me long and deep. When he broke away he said ‘I love you too, Rex. Now and forever.’

We fell asleep still curled up together, with Richie laying half on my chest. I remember waking up cold and wrapping the blanket around us and drifting off again…

I awoke Sunday morning alone in the bed once again. I smelled coffee. I rolled over and looked blearily at my love stirring a cup of instant coffee and asked ‘Why is it that you are always up before me here, but back in the dorms I have to shake you out of bed every morning?’ He smiled and handed me the cup and gave me a warm kiss. The leaned in and whispered in my ear ‘Out here I have something wonderful to look forward to.’ and he went back to the stove to stir up another cup for himself. I just shook my head and grinned.

Richie was dressed in his usual sweats and t-shirt and sneakers. He fixed his coffee and came over to the bed and sat down. Still mostly under the covers, I curled my body around his lower back and he leaned into me. I heard a flick and I saw him light my last cigarette. He blew the smoke out quickly and put the cigarette between my lips. ‘Nasty’ was his only comment. I guessed I was going to have to quit.

‘Our last morning.’ I observed. ‘We have to head out sometime this afternoon.’

Richie just nodded.

I sipped my coffee and smoked some more. Richie tipped his cup up and set it empty on the floor. When he looked at me he had a serious expression on his face. He said ‘You better go out and pee so we can get busy.’ I wondered what he meant by that. The expression on his face made me worry just a little. He looked at me and frowned just a little and said ‘I’m not going back until you fuck me again.’

‘Are you sure you are ready for this?’ I asked. Richie was in the position that loomed large in both of our fantasies, face down with the pillow clutched under his head, his ass up in the air and pushing back against the well-lubed fingers I had buried deep in his backside. He grunted and moaned and said ‘It still hurts a little, but I can take it. It’s not too bad. I want you to fuck me, Rex! I want you to fuck me now! Please….. please fuck me, Rex!’ I was on my knees behind him and had just squirted a liberal gob of lube on my stiff prick. I said ‘Okay, here we go, then.’ I pulled my fingers out of his ass and swiftly pressed the knob of my cock to his opening before it could tighten up again. As the head of my dick pressed against his asshole, Richie took a deep breath and pressed back into me, making the head pop quickly past the tight ring of muscle. He stopped and tensed and said ‘Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god’ and all of the air went out of his lungs in a couple of short breaths.

I held still until he started breathing again and he loosened up some. Richie took another deep breath and pushed back as I pushed forward and my cock slid into his ass all the way to the root. I grabbed him around the hips and just held him there, the feeling of my cock buried all the way up his ass and his warm buttocks pressing into my crotch was almost too much for me. I looked down at his smooth muscled back and watched his ribs moving beneath the skin as he tried to catch his breath. I pulled slowly out almost all the way and then slid back up inside of him in one long stroke. I waited a second and then started another. Richie was squeezing my cock on the outstroke and pushing on the in, just as I had suggested. It felt wonderful. It felt better than wonderful. And just the act of taking him this way… the way that I had pictured in my mind so many times… was like a dream come true.

On the next stroke in I slid my hand up his back (making him break out in goosebumps) and gripped his shoulder while my other hand held onto his opposite hip.

‘You doing okay?’

Richie squrimed his hips and pushed back into me with his butt. ‘It’s just like I thought it would be. Better. Come on and fuck me! Fuck me hard!’

Hey, I can do that. I returned my hand to his hips and grabbed him tight and began to fuck him harder and harder. I thrust into his ass as hard and as fast as I could. The sound of the rhythmic slap slap slap of my belly against his asscheeks was like intoicating music to my ears. I could feel that I wasn’t going to last too long in this position, it felt so good. Richie had the pillow clutched tight in his hands and I could see his knuckles were white with the tightness of his grip as I fucked his ass hard. He was bucking his hips up into my crotch just as hard as i was slamming into him. I could feel my orgasm building fast and I hoped Richie was getting close too because it was coming up on me. Right before I started to come, Richies knees went out from underneath him and he started to slide forward. I went down on top of him and when we hit the bed it drove my cock all the way up in him. His asscheeks tightened into two fists of muscle and he was squealing and bucking beneath me as I pumped deep into his ass and started flooding his ass with my come. I could feel his legs kicking beneath me and he ground his hips in between me and the sleeping bag. He gasped and cried out and bucked against me over and over again and my cock still twitched and spit more come inside him. I collapsed across his back and lay panting on top of him. I tried to take as much of my weight as i could on my elbows, but i didn’t have alot of strength left at that point.

We lay like that until my softening cock slipped back out of his ass. I moved to the side and lay down next to him, my slippery cock leaving a trail across the back of his thigh. I panted and wiped the sweat out of my eyes. Richie just lay there, breathing hard. I patted his back and asked ‘You okay?’ He just nodded into the pillow then turned his face toward me. I could see the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. He opened his eyes and said ‘Oh my god!’ he turned a little to his side and I could see he was laying in a puddle of sticky come. And not all of it was mine!

We cleaned up the best we could with the washcloths and soapy water. I racked my brains for a way to build us a shower, even a crude one that would put out hot water. Never having been in this position before, it had never come up, but I was determined to find a solution! We stowed our gear back in our packs and, after making sure the place was clean and the fire was safely out, we sadly said goodbye to our cabin and began the long hike back to the camp. We walked slowly, taking our time. Not wanting the weekend to end, but still going forward. We talked about the things we would bring out next weekend and what we could scrounge up for our comfort. Entertainment was certainly no problem!

As we neared the rusty broken down fenceline that marked the outer perimeter of the camp, I stopped and slid my heavy pack to the ground. Richie did likewise and looked at me questioningly. We were only about a half mile from the dorms and he was wondering why we had stopped. I stepped up to him and took him in my arms and kissed him long and hard with my hand on the back of his head. Then I broke away and picked up my pack and slipped it back on. ‘That is going to have to last me for five days.’ I said. ‘I wanted to make it a good one.’

We slipped back into our room through the window and started unpacking our gear. Both of us were pretty whiff and needed a shower pretty bad. We got out clean clothes and soap and shampoo and stuffed all of our dirty clothes into laundry bags and added both sleeping bags to the pile. As we left the room to hit the showers and the washing machines, we ran into Don, who was wandering around the halls to see if everything was quiet. ‘Hey, our two campers are back!’ he said. He looked at Richie and said ‘How was your first camping trip, big guy?’ Richie grinned, shook his head and pointed his thumb at me. ‘He thinks he’s so tough. Just because I’m a city kid he doesn’t think I can take all of this outdoors stuff. But I showed him I can take anything he can dish out!’ And with that Richie went off to get clean. Don smiled and looked at me. I just shook my head. ‘I think he’ll be alright. He’s a tough kid and pretty good in a clinch. Might just be worth keeping after all.’

We spent the entire summer there, going up to the cabin every weekend we could. Some of the guys wanted in on some of our ‘camping’ trips so occasionally we would actually have to spend the weekend out actually camping in the woods. Of course, we never took them anywhere near our cabin, so nobody found out about that. Every now and then someone would make a snide remark about me and him taking off together every weekend. They found out that it’s hard to make wisecracks with a bloody nose. There were a few setbacks, but all in all, it was a pretty good summer. I worried a bit about the onset of winter and how it might make going to the cabin difficult if not impossible. I despaired of not being able to spend ‘quality time’ with my beautiful boy.

One day well into fall, my boss called me into his office after we had got back from a jobsite. As I had become crew chief, this wasn’t unusual, but I sensed something in his manner.

‘Rex’ he said ‘You are about the best guy I got on the equipment right now and the best crew chief I have had in a long time.’ I nodded, waiting to see where this was going, not sure yet if I was going to like it or not.

‘I talked to Robert over at the painting shop and he says that pal Richie of yours is a sharp painter and a good drywall man.’

I nodded again.

‘My brother in law lives over in Coeur d’ Alene and he has this notion he is going to get rich building apartment buildings and department stores there. Got a contract to put in a new chain store or two and wants to put up five apartment complexes before the end of next summer. He needs some good help and I thought of you two fellers. You guys interested in the job?’

I spread my hands and started to say ‘Well….’ and he interrupted me. ‘Hang on just a second, Rex. I know my brother in law and he’s pretty tight with a dollar. But I vouched for you guys and told him what the deal would be. I said he could get by with paying you ten percent below union scale as long as he gave you guys one of his apartments rent free for as long as his contracts and projects held out. After that, if he wanted to charge you rent, he would have to pay you scale. He grumbled about giving up one of his apartments, but I said he was getting two for the price of one. I guess you and Richie wouldn’t mind sharing a two bedroom apartment, would you?’

I just shook my head, slightly dumbfounded. A vision popped into my mind- A king sized bed to roll around and fuck in and a private shower we could both get into at the same time! Running water and heat and privacy! Paradise!

The boss leaned back in his chair and waved me away, saying ‘Go talk to your partner there and see if he’s interested. Let me know what he says.’

I walked back to the dorms like I was in a dream.

That was thirty years ago. Richie and I haven’t been back to that little ramshackle cabin in the woods since then. But we relive the best parts of the experience almost every night.

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On the very edge of my senses I could feel a little of it, in the direction that lies away from the sun. I turned us and we began flying in that direction. We flew until I was sure that my wings would fall off and then I began to descend. Tewlien landed next to me and smiled, ‘I am surprised that you flew as far as you did. It can take a lot of energy to fly, and apparently you have some to spare.’ I reached inside for my gift of sand manipulation, I lifted the sand and I compressed it into a hut of sorts. When I was finished we had some where to sleep. I spun a hammock from the same cloth I was wearing, and it looked comfortable.

Tewlien said, ‘I will hunt for your dinner my love, I will return quickly.’ I smiled and lay in the hammock. I woke to the gentle pressure of his lips to my forehead. I said, ‘Welcome back my love, was your hunt successful?’ he smile and said, ‘Yes my darling one, I have brought you your dinner.’ He held up a large slab of meat I hadn’t noticed. It was cooked and it smelled wonderful, I called up my gift and I created myself a plate for it. He laid the slab of meat on the plate in my hand, and I laid that on my stomach. I began to pull pieces off and eat them, the flavor of the meat was very unique and it reminded me of something.

I asked, ‘Tewlien what kind of meat is this?’ he replied, ‘The animal was hunting some other animals, she fought well. I believe she was a descendant of a cougar.’ I said, ‘Can you describe it to me?’ he did, and while he was doing so I felt the blood drain from my face. He asked, ‘What’s the matter my love? Are you sick?’ I said, ‘No but we need to leave now!’ he asked, ‘Why Nyna? Do you feel the evil near?’ I said, ‘No but that was an Armoulini, if you kill one the pact will track you and hunt you until your life has been taken as payment.’ He said, ‘They are animals, in the wild their predators hunt them.’ I laughed and said, ‘My love they have no predators, we don’t hunt them because we know exactly how powerful they are.’

Even thought I knew that eating this meat was a bad thing, I couldn’t stop. It was very delicious, and I didn’t want to hurt Tewlien’s feelings. When the meat was gone, I said, ‘Did you say this beast had a blood mark on her back leg on the right side?’ he nodded and said, ‘Yes but why does that matter?’ I smiled and said, ‘Then we need not worry, the blood mark means one of two things. It can mean that the Armoulini was exiled from the pack, or the Armoulini was a queen too old to govern her pack befittingly. Either way she was in exile, and we don’t need to worry about the others hunting us.’ He smiled and said, ‘I was shocked by how well she fought, I mean she had recently given birth.’

I sat up and I said, ‘Did you say she had given birth recently?’ he nodded and I said, ‘We can’t leave the cub out there to die.’ he must have heard the conviction in my voice because he didn’t argue with me. I called to the magick within me and I sent it out in search of the cub. I found her not very far from here she was huddled in a cave waiting for her mother. I knew that this cub was no more than four days old, I said, ‘Tewlien go get her, I can not let her die. I will guide you from the air.’ He nodded and was gone; while he flew I gave him the directions. It took him only minutes to find her and bring her back. She was rather big, bigger than she should be for a cub her age. That made me wonder just how big her mother had been. I cradled her to my chest and lay back on the hammock letting my magick go.

She snuggled close to me, enjoying my body heat. I knew that she would need milk soon as she was nuzzling me now looking for a nipple. I giggled and called up my power, I thought of the result I wanted and I willed it to be. The front of my garment swelled as if it was a real tit, and a nipple formed. I guided her mouth to it and I let her drink her fill. I knew that this addition to my garment would last as long as she took to grow to her weaning age. I smiled when she pulled away from the tit and just curled up on me. I smiled again and let her rest, Tewlien looked to me and said, ‘Is that what it would look like if you fed our children?’ I nodded and he slid into the hammock next to me. The cub snuggled up to him as well, enjoying our little nest of warmth.

As we slipped into sleep I said, ‘Good night Tewlien my love, good night sweet Lini.’ Tewlien chuckled and then I was sleeping. When I woke the next morning, Lini slept beside me, Tewlien was no where to be seen. I rolled to my side and Lini moved too, she nuzzled my body until she found the tit, and she began feeding. When Lini finished her meal I scooped her up and stood. She was rather heavy, and I laid her on the ground. It was not very many days until her eyes opened; I smiled as she began to toddle around the inside of the hut. I stepped to the door and looked outside for Tewlien. I saw him standing next to a fire; he was cooking the remaining meet from my meal last night. He had already disposed of the bones and the flesh.

I said, ‘How are we going fly with Lini? I mean she’s still an infant and she can’t even really walk yet.’ He said, ‘Worry not my love, we are far from your village we can stay here. If we are here when the evil comes it will not bother your village.’ I nodded and said, ‘Tewlien I am glad that I have you, because without you I don’t know that I would be able to face this evil that’s hunting me.’ He said, ‘My love, I am sure that even without me you would still be able to survive this evil. You are strong of soul and will, and I love that about you. You are the very thing I need in my life, the very thing that keeps me from darkness.’ I wrapped my arms around his neck, his lips came down to mine in another kiss that left my knees weak.

I begged him with my body to consummate our bonding. I begged him with all that I had. Yet he still held himself from me, only allowing me to sample the sweet virtue that was his lips. He broke the kiss and laid his forehead on mine, he whispered, ‘Careful my love you are on a mission to undo my careful control. You are not yet ready to handle the full power of my love for you.’ His words stung me and angered me at the same time. I stepped back and I said, ‘Then Tewlien I will take my leave, I am going to search for this evil alone.’ I leapt into the sky using my power to fuel my speed. I closed my mind off from any thoughts that might come to me. I wanted to just hide from his stinging words and the fear that he didn’t wish to be with me in the ways of bond mates.

I flew until my whole body hurt but when I landed my body began to hurt even more. I writhed in pain on the ground hoping that by some miracle that I would at least get to see Tewlien before this pain took me to my death. The sound of wings forced my eyes open, and I looked to the sky. His voice filled my mind, ‘What’s wrong my love? Did something attack you?’ the pain wracked my body again forcing a scream of pure agony from my throat. The ancient voice that had taught me my magick filled my head, ‘My darling child, come into my light and let me heal you. You have pulled far deeper on the magick than you should have. Come to me while your body changes, I must teach you the new depths of your power.’

I retreated into the light and I said, ‘Does this power always have to hurt?’ and I fell into the rhythm of the training. When I woke I was laid in the hammock, I opened my eyes and I looked around. Tewlien was knelt beside me my hand in his, his head resting on my arm. He said, ‘Why did I push you? You are so delicate and yet I pushed you beyond your limits. I don’t deserve you, you are so much more loving that I deserve.’ I said, ‘You speak lies my love, come closer so I can silence your evil lips with a kiss.’ His head which had shot up at my voice leaned over and kissed me.

My body exploded into sensation, his hand caressed my cheek and yet I felt his caress all over my body. Our kiss was interrupted by a troubled mewling sound, I looked down and there on the floor was an Armoulini it was quite big. I said, ‘Tewlien where’s Lini? And where did that Armoulini come from?’ he laughed and said, ‘That is Lini my love. She has grown quite a bit in the two weeks you were sleeping.’ I said, ‘T-two weeks? I was gone that long?’ he said, ‘Yes my love your body writhed in pain almost the whole time. Your wings are gone as well, the tattoo on your back vanished at the end of the first week.’ I said,

‘Ok I will accept that but how the hell did Lini get so big?’ he said, ‘That clothing of yours still filled to feed her so I let her feed. She doesn’t need it any more; she has begun eating meat now. Her teeth grew in quickly, and her body had matured to that of an Armoulini of about six months I would guess.’ She looked at me and I felt her mind reaching out to me. I touched her mind and she sent me images of me writhing, then her trying to comfort me. She considered me her mother and I couldn’t help but smile. I swung out of the hammock forcing Tewlien back. I stood and my legs took my weight with no problem. I went to Lini and I embraced her neck.

She purred softly as I petted her back. I said, ‘Its ok Lini, I still love you and thank you for being near me at this time.’ I stood and said, ‘Tewlien my love I am hungry, I am going to go find some food.’ He said, ‘No need my love I have food waiting outside.’ I went out with him and I saw the fire, I smiled as I saw the meat roasting over the fire. I went near the fire and looked for somewhere to sit, I was about to just sit on the ground when the earth rose up to provide me with a seat. The sand rose and then solidified into stone, my jaw fell open and I said, ‘Ok that’s new, I can only imagine what else is going to start happening.’

I sat and waited for the food to be finished cooking. When it was Tewlien cut some meat off for me and brought it to me. I said, ‘Tewlien my love do you have my plate?’ about that time it appeared before me. Tewlien said, ‘Well I was going to say that while you sleeping it dissolved but I guess it’s back.’ I shrugged and held it out; he laid the meat on the plate. He said, ‘I was hoping to try some of those vegetables you created. Some of them looked absolutely enticing.’ I said, ‘I guess I could create us a garden out here, but I don’t want any of these pesky desert rodents to get into it.’ He said, ‘With your new power I’m sure that the earth is going to appease you. I mean look at this, the very earth provided you with a seat even when you hadn’t asked for one.’

I nodded and said, ‘I don’t know what this is but my teacher told me that strange things might happen in the beginning.’ I nibbled the meat and I smiled at the memories the flavor brought back. I remembered mother cooking and my sister twittering on about her friends. I hadn’t been gone from them for very long but I missed them terribly. I remembered waking up on Nornan Day to the scent of roasted melkin and brittle berries simmering for the tubbers. Most of my childhood flashed before my eyes in the short time it took me to eat the meat. And I couldn’t help the few tears I shed and the blossom of hope that filled my heart that we could get this over with soon.

When I was done eating, I said, ‘Tewlien how am I going to follow you I cannot fly as you can.’ He was about to say something when a woman’s voice floated to my ears from no where. She said, ‘Silly child, you think that I would take my favor from you so easily? You have not angel’s wings but your wings are still with you. Will them into existence like with your angel’s wings let them appear and you will see.’ I stood and sat my plate aside. I willed my wings to appear and Tewlien said, ‘What are you doing my love?’ I closed him out; I closed out everything as I willed the wings from inside me.

I felt something give inside me and then I felt a gentle weight on my back. I looked behind me and I saw them, delicate and beautiful. These wings looked like the pictures of stained glass in the ancient texts. I touched them and the colors changed. I laughed and they changed again. Tewlien said, ‘This is wondrous my love you have been gifted with the wings of the fey. I never thought to see those ancient wings again.’ I laughed and flexed them, with one simple flex they launched me up into the air. I hovered there over the earth, ten feet up laughing at the beauty of flight. I slowly descended to the earth and I said, ‘Oh Tewlien my love, this is wonderful.’ He smiled and embraced me. His kiss was full of beauty and love for me, I basked in it and I let myself fall into his love.

He wasn’t holding back from me any longer. He put his entirety into his kiss and then he broke it and said, ‘My love I fear that I can not hold myself in check any further. Are you strong enough to consummate this bonding?’ I said, ‘Tewlien, my darling one. I have been strong enough since the first day. It was you that was afraid to complete this bonding, not I.’ he said, ‘I was afraid that I would hurt you.’ I laughed and pressed myself closer to him letting him know that my body was his temple, and that he was free to worship at any time he wanted. I said, ‘My love you could no more hurt me than I could let you die, it is just not possible.’ He was quiet for a moment, then he said, ‘You speak wisdom far beyond your years my love. Come let us perform our dance of love, and let the world know that we are one in all ways.’ He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the hut.

My clothes fell away as he laid me in the hammock. His clothes vanished quickly and he laid himself down beside me. He said, ‘I know not the extent of my virility but I beg that you not be angry with me.’ I said, ‘Tewlien my love, come to me now I will sooth away your worries I promise.’ I pulled his lips to mine, claiming his kiss as my own. His kiss was like fire that filled my veins, a burning hunger that drove me beyond my sanity. He slid between my thighs, his heated body pressing into me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and enjoyed his weight pressing into me as our lips were locked in our fiery kiss.

I felt his thick length pressing against me, showing me his needs. I couldn’t stop the small sounds of pleasure that were escaping my throat. I wanted him to be inside me, I let him know this by wrapping my legs around him. His tongue delved into my mouth and lit me a flame in a new way. My body burned for him in ways that had me crying out with pleasure. He kissed my neck and then his lips found my right nipple. My spine arched and I could swear I died a little from the pleasure of his tongues caress. My fingernails dug trenches in his back and I cried out again when he found my other nipple. I rolled him under me using care not to tip us out of the hammock.

I kissed him and then I kissed my way down his body. When I came to his manhood I marveled at its size for a moment and then I took it in my mouth. It was like velvet covered stone, so smooth and yet rock hard. I swirled my tongue around the head and basked in joy as he moaned and writhed in pleasure beneath me. I hadn’t had him in my mouth for long before he pulled me up and rolled me under him. He lifted my legs I felt his finger invading me, he said, ‘My love, are you sure that you want this? You are very tight here, I don’t wish to hurt you.’ I grabbed his head and pulled into a kiss.

Before I knew it he was pressing against my opening, slowly guiding himself inside me. There was a moment when I was scared that it wouldn’t be able to penetrate, and then something gave and he slid in. The initial pain of his entry was washed away quickly by the beauty of the pleasures that came after that. My body was riding an edge of pain and pleasure. I thought that my mind would explode with all the sensation filling me, driving me to an edge I didn’t know was there and throwing me over. With every thrust I was dancing on the edge of sanity and my every step brought me a new sensation.

I was dazzled by the pleasures that Tewlien was bringing me throwing me into the abyss that was pleasure. My need for him was insatiable; I wanted more and with every thrust that hunger grew more potent. I screamed my pleasure for him, I moaned and begged and pleaded with him not to stop. I was driven mad with pleasure and I didn’t care I let it take me to the depths of insanity and bring me screaming back. I let go of all of my inhibitions and I let my power explode from my skin. I shared my power with him and everything around me, I was so absorbed by the pleasure we were sharing I didn’t notice the world around us warping and changing. Eventually sanity danced back into range and I came to it riding on waves of pleasure. Each wave was stronger than the next but none of them had the flavor of madness.

I locked my lips to Tewlien’s and shared all my pleasure with him. I raked my nails down Tewlien’s back and felt his flesh give under my nails. His grunt of pleasure let me know that he liked that and I reached further to dig my nails into his buttocks. This apparently was rather pleasurable because he moaned and thrust into me harder. His thrusts began to fill me in deeper places as he began to speed up, the pleasure of his making driving me to that edge again. The pleasure had a new sensation, and it was a unique and curious one at that. It felt like I was being tickled with feathers and kissed all over by a million pairs of lips. The pleasure was so intense it was like I was wrapped in a cocoon of it.

I was nearing the edge when he began to groan and he gasped out, ‘I’m… oh gods I’m cl… close my love.’ I cried out, ‘Finish me Tewlien; oh gods above I need you to finish me.’ He drove deeper, hitting a spot inside me that drove me over the edge. It was like the cocoon broke open and I was thrust into a whole new level of pleasure. I felt him pulsing inside me spilling his seed in a place none had ever been. Our bodies covered in sweat were a sure sign of our coupling. I laughed and reveled in the afterglow of what we’d just done. Tewlien whispered, ‘Did I hurt you?’ I laughed again and said, ‘If that was pain then please do it again my love, I never thought that it could feel like that. It was far beyond anything that my mother said it would be.’ he said, ‘You truly feel that way? I was afraid that I would hurt you with my need.’ I laughed again and said, ‘No my love, I am not hurt but I am more than a little famished.’

He grinned and said, ‘Shall I bring you some food while you rest my love?’ I said, ‘Yes my wondrous lover, that would be much appreciated.’ He kissed me gently and I could almost taste his love for me love on his lips. He had just stood to leave when I said, ‘Tewlien, can I give you a gift?’ he smiled and said, ‘You have given me the greatest gift any man can have my darling. Anything else would be overkill.’ I laughed and said, ‘Then can I give you a gift for my benefit?’ he said, ‘This sounds a bit intriguing, pray tell what would you give me?’ I stood and placed my hand on his chest over his heart. I called on the power the lived inside me and I asked for a mark, something that best showed the image of my soul.

What I got was amazing, a raised silver reptile coiled around itself. I smiled and he said, ‘A silver serpent, similar to that which caused the fall of Adam and Eve.’ I said, ‘I don’t know these people, but if this symbol is a bad one then I will get rid of it.’ He said, ‘Worry not my love this animal was under the spell of the most ancient evil of them all. He fell victim to the voice of Lucifer and yet he did not retain the evil of that fallen one.’ I kissed the mark and the serpent uncoiled and wrapped around his body. I said, ‘If in need call my name and this serpent will strike your foe. I have given it the most potent venom in the world; it is venom that will affect anything even if it is supposed to be immune to venom.’

He leaned down and kissed me, when his kiss ended he said, ‘This I cherish above all, both because it is a gift from you and because it is a work of beauty and skill.’ I smiled and said, ‘I’m still famished my love.’ He chuckled and said, ‘Lay back my darling I will go and fetch your food.’ I laid myself back on the hammock and I basked in the beauty of what had just transpired between my bond mate and me. Tewlien had been gone no more than three minutes when I began to wonder about what things were like before the world was as it is now. I pondered on all the many things and I wondered if there was a way to glimpse these things.

I was still pondering these things when I began to feel something at the edge of my consciousness. I reached out and I felt it there, an evil that was coming this way. I leapt out of the hammock and I called my power to me. I knew that this evil would be here in a couple weeks but I also knew that it wasn’t the evil that was after me. Well this evil was curious about me but that evil was far worse than anything that this lesser evil was capable of and I wasn’t sure if it was something Tewlien was ready for.As an angel he had fought in the wars with gods, but this evil was something beyond anything he had ever fought. I laid back and I began to recite the most powerful spells the ancient had taught me. I wove those spells around my new little home; I built up protections on it that hadn’t been used since the most ancient of times.

Once I was finished I began to create that garden, I made it a place of pure bliss. I called up trees and flowers, fruits and vegetables. I made this garden something that would please the eye of any man. When it was finished I sealed my little garden away from the world, nothing that would harm it could enter. Once I was done I got up and I went outside, and I looked at my garden. This garden wasn’t as big as the one at my home but it was just as beautiful.

I fell in love with the scent of the flowers, I walked to them and I said, ‘Tewlien these flowers here, what would you call them?’ I turned to look at him and saw that he was looking at the flowers with a bit of confusion. He walked over and said, ‘These would be roses my love. But how on earth you created them I’ll never know. It’s almost as if your subconscious is remembering things that it can’t possibly know, and for the life of me I’ve never seen a rose with this coloring.’ I turned back to the flower and I cupped the blossom. It was quite big, and it was a pale blue, but the tips of each petal were a dark blue. I said, ‘These are beautiful roses, I am going to weep when I have to leave them behind.’ The woman’s voice came to my ears again and she said, ‘Then share them with the world.’ I said, ‘I don’t understand how am I to go about doing that?’

She chuckled and said, ‘Your power has grown my child, your smallest whim affects the world. If you will it to be then the world around you will comply. I nodded and closed my eyes letting my power fill me to the point where it spilled over. I thought of the world as a beautiful and lush garden. I wished for it and I wanted it very badly, I wanted the world to have lush vegetation, and forests like in the ancient texts. I wanted the world to be a natural beauty like it was in the ancient years. Most of all I wanted the world to be livable. I didn’t realize that the earth was reacting to my wants; I couldn’t see the lush vegetation that was filling the world around me.

But Tewlien could and his gasp made my eyes open and look around. The green grasses that covered the ground were tall, and there were trees every where. He looked at me and said, ‘My love your power has seriously grown if you can do this.’ I said, ‘She told me to, she said that the world would do anything I wanted and I wanted the world to look like it had in the olden days.’ He said, ‘Well my love you have done it. The world looks like it did in days of old, it is a refreshing sight.’ I went to him and he pulled me into his embrace. I kissed him gently and said, ‘Tewlien my love, I can feel it now an evil that lurks ever present in my future.’

He tensed up and said, ‘Where? Is it near?’ I said, ‘No it will not be here for another two weeks, but I can not let you get hurt in this battle. I don’t want you to fight with me; I need to do this alone.’ He said, ‘No I will not allow you to go into battle alone! Allowing you to fight alone would be an insult to our bond.’ I said, ‘My love there is truly nothing you can do if I decide to go while you sleep. If you tell me no and try to keep me here then it will spoil our bonding. Please don’t make me regret seeing you that first time.’

He said, ‘You really mean that don’t you?’ I nodded and said, ‘Yes I do, I can not even think of you getting hurt in this battle. If you got hurt I wouldn’t be able to live with myself and I would wish the death of this world with mine.’ He said, ‘Then I will do as you ask and I will stay here to protect our little home.’ I said, ‘Thank you for hearing me on this my love. Come now, I am still quite famished.’ He chuckled and we walked to the fire. My chair rose from the earth before I needed it, and I sat. After I had eaten the rest of the meat was fed to Lini, she nibbled on the morsels as if they were delicacies.

I just smiled and I lounged on my chair, I sent my power out and I searched for the evil. I found it in the same spot when I had found it the first time, I probed it and it’s conscious touched mine. Its mind was like the sand viper’s kiss, deadly and tricky. I fought hard to keep myself from falling deep into the madness within it. I knew that this creature was evil I could almost taste its darkness on my tongue, and the flavor was strangely alluring. I said, ‘Why are you coming after me? What do you want with me?’ the laugh was like the softest feather’s caress on my skin.

‘You foolish child, I am coming for you because you are the only one in this world who can touch my darkness and not come away driven insane.’ I was confused, I said, ‘And what reason does that provide for you to kill me?’ his voice was gentle and filled with genuine shock and confusion, ‘Kill you? I would never kill the one my heart yearns for.’ Shock slammed through me, I said, ‘You think I’m your bond mate?’ he said, ‘I don’t think it, I know it. I know your every curve and crevice. I watched you grow and I have been there always. I know about your angel, I know that you are soul bonded with him just as I will be bound to you.’ I said, ‘No one has two bond mates.’

He said, ‘This is true, but your angel won’t survive this battle we will have.’ I said, ‘And how do you know that I will ever love you like I do him?’ he said, ‘I have seen it, I have seen that you will love me far more greatly than you do him.’ I said, ‘So evil has reached its putrid fingers into the future to taint it.’ He chuckled and said, ‘So high are your values, I am shocked about this.’ I said, ‘I have never and will never take a life like I know you will.’ He said, ‘Where you are concerned I will take many lives yes. I yearn to protect you, and I will do anything to make you happy and keep you safe.’

I felt a hand touch my cheek gently, he whispered, ‘You are the most beautiful creature on this earth. These roses that you have created are a beautiful representation of your soul.’ I said, ‘I’m surprised your touch hasn’t sucked the life from them.’ He chuckled again and said, ‘I would never harm you or anything that you’ve created, unless that creation had intentions of harming you.’ I said, ‘Oh how very noble of you, I’m sorry but I’m less than enthusiastic about your thinking that you are my bond mate.’

He replied, ‘You don’t believe me now, but you will in time. I will withdraw for now, I will return to my home in the mountains to the North. You will find reason eventually and come to me, and from there our battle will ensue. I will not harm you, you may harm me but it will matter not, my body heals quite easily.’ I said, ‘What would you do if I killed myself right now?’ he was quiet for a long moment then his voice came back to me like bed rock, ‘You will not harm yourself, if you try I will be upon you in the moment you begin to do more than think about it.’ I just laughed and said, ‘You think yourself more powerful than me?’ he was quiet until he said softly, ‘No I know that your power far exceeds mine now, when you first began yes I was more powerful and I loved you primarily because you were fragile. Now I love you because you’re powerful and strong. You far exceed me in all of your light and beauty, I don’t deserve you in any way but my heart has spoken and my soul will follow.’

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This was wrong. It felt so good, having the old man’s cock inside me, but it was so, morally, wrong.

I guess I shouldn’t start so late into the story like that. My name is Mike, I’m just over 35. I’m well built (at least, I think so.) I’m 5’8′, with a 7.5′ manhood, when erect. It’s nothing to cough at, but nothing to choke over either. I’ve got mousy brown hair and have quite a few hairs on my chest.

I’ve been a dedicated Catholic since I was three. I think, yes, I could have been brainwashed. But that’s another matter. What’s important here is, I’m gay. I’m not going to get over that, it’s how God made me. Us. And I don’t believe in the ‘Gays are abominations’ shit that heavy conservative types throw to keep gays under their thumb. If gays were truly abominations, it would’ve never occurred to a man that another man was attractive in the first place. God would’ve steered him away from that path, if it were true. God loves everyone, and it’s time Christians showed it.

Now, when I was thirteen or so, a new priest came to our church. He was in his early fifties at the time, I’d wager. And ever since the day I started to play with myself, he turned me on.

He’d glance at me, and I’d get an ever so slight bulge. I couldn’t tell if he was a pedophile and I attracted him too. The priestly robe didn’t hug his body like I hoped it would, someday, so I could see what he looked like without any clothing on.

He was the first man I was attracted to.

Fast forward 22 years.

I was visiting my mom for a few weeks. It was her birthday, and my dad had passed away from a heart attack only the year before. She invited me to that old church off of Kirkpatrick and Main, and I went. And who would I find to be the priest, but lovely old Fr. John. I saw him before he changed from his suit into the priestly robes. Striking up a conversation, I noticed him glance at me like he had over 20 years ago. And then I noticed something in his pants stirring. His eyes twinkled. ‘Listen, Mike, I’ve got to change into my robes. Let’s talk after Mass.’

That service dragged on forever. At the end, I honestly forgot why I was so anxious for it to end, and left. Only when we were halfway back to my mother’s house did I realize I had probably left him waiting. When we were home, and I was alone (my mother had started a nap), I jacked off, to John’s bulge. I tried to imagine what he’d be like shirtless, and ultimately, naked. I knew the moment would never come. Priests were supposed to be celibate. But we could always talk. After I cleaned up, I checked the weekly bulletin for office hours. He would probably be in his office, and I could talk to him there.

I dialed his office, and he picked up.

‘Hello, this is Father John, can I help you?’

‘Yes, this is Michael Beavers. I was talking to you before church this morning, and I completely forgot to stay after. Is there any time tomorrow I could drop by?’

‘Oh, let me check tomorrow’s work…hmm, can you come at 12:45? Everyone but the music minister and I take their lunch break right about then, and no one would be around. Unless you want to talk to the music minister again as well.’

I grimaced. If the music minister was the same, as he had implied, I would hate it. The music man was the most untactful guy I had ever known. ‘No, I really just want to catch up with you.’

‘All right. I’ll see you tomorrow, 12:45.’

As soon as I hung up, I jerked off again. The prospect of seeing, and exciting, him away from the constraints of having the service in the middle of a conversation was turning me on. On the surface of my mind, I was hoping we weren’t going to break his priestly vows. But further inside, I wanted to see him naked. I wondered if he was hairy on his chest, or if he was smooth like an 18-year-old boy.

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As I d my coffee that morning, my mom remarked on how alive I was looking. I blushed and shrugged. ‘Have you met a girl? I’ve been waiting 15 years for a daughter-in-law. I had 4 boys, none of which talked to me about girly things. You know how much…’ she continued on, but I ignored her.

I couldn’t wait for the talk, and I couldn’t figure out why. I desperately did not want to ruin his vows, and I knew getting too excited would make me say some things left in my mind, and not out in the air. He was almost old enough to be my grandfather, for Pete’s sake.

At 12:30, I finally got up and left. The drive flew by, and before I knew it, I was in the church parking lot, trying to come up with things to say. I got out of the car, and walked into the office. I quickly found Father John’s office, and knocked.

A voice yelled ‘Come in,’ and I found the music minister, Kurt, and Father John sitting across from each other. ‘Well, I think I’ll leave for lunch now, my wife ran out of lunch meat, so I’m having to go somewhere. I’ll be back around 1:30,’ Kurt said, and walked out.’

Father John smiled. ‘Well, if it isn’t Michael. How ya doing today?’ I noticed he didn’t stand up, and then I saw the reason why. While he was wearing what I think were loose fitting boxers, I could not see any good pants. ‘Noticing I have no pants on? Well, it gets quite hot in here, and the a/c gets too expensive to leave on. I would sweat too much and they’d stink! The other reason is, well, my penis wanted some air.’

I was appalled that he actually said penis, instead of a more appropriate euphemism, or nothing at all.

Noticing my facial expression, he laughed. ‘All these new euphemisms are too hard to keep up with; it changes from decade to decade. I just call it penis, and people know what I mean. Now, do you want a soda, I’ve got a mini-fridge right behind me. Don’t worry about me stealing money from the congregation, this investment was purely personal.’

‘Umm, I’ll have a Dr. Pepper if you have one.’ Apparently, in his old age, he forgot he took his cock out of the fly, because he stood up to get the sodas. Even at his 70s, his penis was at least 4 or 5 inches, soft. A bulge stirred in my pants, and I just stared at him while he turned around.

He was cut, which was fairly odd because, if I remembered right, the late 30’s and early 40’s was not a time when boys were circumcised. Then again, he came from Poland. Perhaps he was born a Jew, and converted later in life?

He sat down again and turned his chair to face me. ‘Oops, I forgot. I guess I’m going senile, eh? So, how’s life? Where do you work, what do you do for a living?’ These were questions we had not gotten around to yesterday, and I was dreading answering them.

‘I…work for a gay pornography company. I produce, of course, I don’t actually participate. It’s crude, but it pays the bills.’

Out of the corner of my eye, I think I saw the tip of his white mushroom head. The bulge grew more, and I noticed my legs were sweating. ‘Do you mind if I also take off my pants? I’m getting a little hot over here as well.’

‘Oh, of course, I don’t mind. Remember, Adam and Eve were created naked. So you work in the porno industry, huh? So you got it made in Hollywood, then?’ He laughed, and stared at my now-visible boxers. My cock was 6 inches now, not fully hard, but thick and rubbery, fighting to get out of the fly. I denied it the chance, and I definitely saw his cock rising up now. Well, at least he doesn’t need Viagra.

‘No, I live in a less glamorous part of California. I’ve been sent to Hollywood more than once though. It’s quite amazing, if I say so myself.’ My cock won the fight, I couldn’t deny it anymore. It stuck out, and Father licked his lips. His cock rose even more, and might even have started oozing pre-cum.

‘Michael, you’ll have to excuse me, I’m getting really hot. I’m going to get naked, so I can cool down. Do you mind?’ I shook my head, and he turned around and started unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn’t wearing any tank top underneath. He shed the garment. Then he stuffed his cock back inside the fly and shed it too. John’s ass was perfectly round, and would probably be tight too.

Although I worked in the porn business, and I had been persuaded and almost gone through with having sex with a few of the stars I’ve worked with, I’ve managed to break away to save myself for when gay marriage was legal, so I would have the purity of most going through with heterosexual marriages. My ass is very tight. I’ve prodded myself with an onset dildo once or twice, and I have never had my dick in a man’s mouth either.

John turned around. Grey hairs covered his chest, which was quite well built. His nipples were pink, and the points were similar to pencil erasers. The kind I loved best. ‘I attend the gym twice a week, in case you’re wondering.’ His six pack was eminent, and my cock was dying to be let of its prison, and be without even boxers. ‘I see your penis wants to be let out too,’ John remarked. ‘Go ahead, get naked, I already am.’

Just then, the receptionist called out.’Father John, are you in there?’

‘Shit.’ Our cocks grew soft, and I stuffed it back into my boxers, and put my pants on. He dressed as fast as he could, going commando and leaving his boxers under his desk and a few buttons near the bottom undone. ‘Here, go to this address tonight at 7. It’s my house, and if we want to get naked and be uninterrupted, we can. I’m a priest, so I live alone. It’s obvious. I’ll see you later, Mike.’

He dismissed me out the door, and I left. At least we’d be doing it in a bed, I thought. I left, and prepared for the night.

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