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Lost and found chapter 9

2009-07-28T20:49:00.000-07:00

When it's spring in the Midwest the thing that I'm always aware of is the fecundity of the earth. Even if you never leave the house the smell of the earth, its richness and fertility are like a humming in the background. The land is coming alive before your eyes. This morning a large part of that hum was the chirping of birds.

I was lying in bed with Michael who had had a restless night. Finally around four he fell into a deep sleep and now at six the sunlight and the birds hunting for mates were threatening to wake him up.

I slid out of bed as carefully as possible and walked to the windows and pulled the drapes closed. That helped with the sunlight but not the birds. Well, you can't control everything. I grabbed my bathrobe and quietly left the room. A nurse was sitting outside of the door reading a magazine. She looked up at me.

"Is Mr. Worthington okay?" She asked softly.

I kept my voice low. "Yes, he's fine but he didn't really get to sleep until around four so we probably should leave him alone for awhile. Is there any medication that he needs to take?"

"Is he in pain?"

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my robe. "If he is he's hiding it well. He didn't talk about pain. Would he be in pain? I mean I never thought to ask him...........but surely he would have said." God I'm stupid! Of course he's in pain! How the fuck wouldn't he be in pain, everything's broken?

I looked at the nurse in panic. "So what do you give em if he's in pain? I mean like pills, shots?"

The nurse stood up and took my arm. "If he's asleep he's not in pain. Later if we need to we'll give him something." She smiled at me. "Stop worrying we won't let anything happen to him." I gotta get a grip.

Something occurred to me as I was walking away and I stopped and turned back to the nurse. "I'll give him his sponge bath."

She opened her mouth, closed it and then smiled. I forced myself not to grin. "He's very shy!"

She went back to her magazine but muttered. "Yes, Mr. Palmer." Fuck it! The whole world thinks that I'm a perv anyway.

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I was sitting crosslegged on the bed next to Michael. He was naked under the covers and I was wearing boxers and a tee shirt. There was a tray straddling his lap with breakfast on it, scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and toast. I had basically the same thing on a tray next to me. I was watching Michael eat and kinda picking at my own food.

I smiled at him. "You're doing pretty good."

He took a bite of toast, looked down, then up and grinned. "You gonna do this every day?"

"What?"

He glanced over at the nightstand. "It's ten o'clock in the morning. You're usually at work by eight."

"Keep eating!" I ate a piece of my bacon, I guess to show him how. God I'm a fucking idiot. "Besides I gotta give you a bath."

"Jeff, you can't do this every day. You've got a company to run, Rosie needs you."

I laughed. "The only thing that Rosie needs is permission and I can give her that from here." I reached over and lightly held the side of his face in my hand. "I want to do this. I especially want to bathe you." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"You are such a perv! You know that I can't move so you wanna have your way with me."

I nodded while I chewed. "Something like that." We had kinda planned on having sex last night but ended up holding hands and falling asleep, at least I did. Michael slept a little and then fidgeted and at one point even seemed to be crying. I didn't know what to do so I just held his hand. I know, it doesn't seem like enough.

He laughed. "Cool! Sooooo like what are ya gonna do to me?"

"Nothing until you finish your breakfast. You know that it takes calories to repair all the damage that's been done to your body. So eat!"

He took a bite of eggs and spoke while he chewed. "Yes, Mom." He put his fork down and said. "Oh fuck! My parents...............I didn't tell them! Jeff, what am I gonna do? My mom will be soooo pissed!"

"Calm down, Babe! You want me to call em. Wait...........why tell them at all?"

"I gotta tell em!"

"Why? What can they do? Are you gonna heal any faster knowing that your mom is worried sick about you?"

"Jeff, you can say that but it doesn't matter. If I don't tell them she will totally freak when she does find out. My dad would probably understand but mom would go into orbit." My relationship with Michael's parents was okay bordering on good. It wasn't the life they would have picked for him but they could deal with the reality. I knew how they felt. I liked them. They were hard working straightforward people who wanted the best for their son.

"Michael, give it a week. Cause as soon as your mom hears she's gonna be up here and in a week you're gonna look lots better."

"You don't think that I should call my mom?"

"I'm just saying lets wait.........just a little while."

"What do I tell her when she finds out how long I waited?"

"Tell her that I wouldn't let you call, that I didn't want her to worry. I'll back you up. She can be mad at me."

"No........that wouldn't be fair. I mean I think that you're right about waiting but I'm not laying it off on you. She wouldn't believe it anyway."

He finished up his breakfast like a good boy and then glanced around the room.

"Did you lock the door?"

"Yep."

"Then I want my bath." He looked up at me. "You do understand that by bath I mean sex?"

"Okay but before I get you dirty I wanna get you clean."

He looked at me with some trepidation. "What are you gonna do?"

I climbed out of bed very aware of my erection tenting out the front of my boxers. "Soap and water, basic stuff, nothing to be afraid of. I promise not to hurt you." I walked around the bed wrapped him in my arms and kissed him deeply and marveled for the million time that he was mine. "I think that maybe I can make you feel really good."

As our kiss broke his mouth followed mine reluctant to separate. He called after me. "You always make me feel good."

I went into the bathroom and came back with a plastic pan about half filled with warm water. Soap towels and wash clothes were under my arm.

I looked at him and grinned. "I was figuring on starting at the top and working my way down."

"Wouldn't it be better if I stood? I mean I've got the one good leg and then everything would be more accessible." He glanced up at me and saw me smiling. "You shit head you're fucking enjoying this! I gotta stand here and let you wash my ass and you're fucking enjoying it."

I leaned over the bed and kissed him. "Okay..........I am but not for bad reasons, at least I don't think that there bad. It's just that I get to do this for you." I wasn't sure how to put this into words but I knew that I could easily fuck it up.

"It's like a gift really, not from me to you but from you to me. Michael, you don't need me to do this. The nurse could come in and do it. But your letting me do it is a gift. It's an opportunity to show you how much I love you. I don't mind washing your ass. There's nothing about you that's dirty or bad to me. I love every part of you at all times." I reached out and ran the back of my knuckles over his face. "I know that you feel uncomfortable and probably exposed and vulnerable.........I would too. I wanna show you that no matter what....that you can count on me."

He gave me a crooked grin. "You talk good."

I smiled. "I gotta. I got this lover who is sooooo difficult and such a pain in the butt and I always have to answer his lame-ass questions so that I just gotta be good at talking."

"Smartass! Help me outta bed. This'll work better with me standing."

With my help Michael slid gently from the bed and stood next to it naked. My hands were on his waist and shoulder steadying him as he leaned back against the bed. He looked at my tee shirt and boxers.

"It'd help if you were naked too. Maybe I wouldn't feel so exposed."

"You mean you wanna look at my dick?"

Michael smiled. "Yeah.........something like that."

I stripped off and tossed my underwear on the bed. My cock was pointing at the ceiling. Michael reached out tentatively and wrapped his hand around my cock.

He looked up at me and smiled. "I've really missed this guy."

"Lemme clean you up and then he's all yours, whatever you want you've got."

I soaped up one of the washcloths and starting with his face running the soapy washcloth slowly over his forehead. I said, "Close your eyes." He did and I washed his whole face and then rinsed out the washcloth and cleaned off the soap. He hated it, I would too but he stood for it. He lifted his good arm and I washed his armpit while he made a face at me. I lifted his bad arm and did the same. I washed his chest and stomach slowly and carefully and then dried them. His cock was hard but I ignored it and lifted his balls and washed them and then his cock. He told me not to spend too much time on it because he'd cum if I did so I didn't.

I got down on my knees and kissed his cock. He yelped, "Unnnnn! I'll cum!"

"Calm down. I just couldn't resist. You know it's not like I've had a string of callboys running through here while you were in the hospital. I'm horny too."

I washed his legs and then washed the part of his good foot that I could reach. I stood up and said, "Okay let's get you turned around." He grunted but we did a slow pivot thing that left him facing the bed.

Michael's back was a broad vee that tapered to a narrow waist and the prettiest butt on the planet. I soaped down the back of his neck and then washed his whole back in broad strokes and cleaned up the soap with a fresh damp washcloth.

"Oh now the good part."

Michael said, "Jeff, I can sense you laughing."

"No you can't."

"I can."

"As a patient you sure are a pain in the butt. Speaking of butts," I separated his muscular ass cheeks with the warm soapy cloth, "yours is a work of art."

He gasped, "Holy fuck that feels good!" I couldn't resist and slid my finger into his chute.

It was my turn to gasp, "Ohhhhhh damn!"

Michael is one tough guy. He'll fight with anyone about anything and nobody, including me, gets him to do anything that he doesn't want to do but when he wants to be topped he gets this aura about him and makes a soft little sound in the back of his throat that taps into my brain and floods me with emotions and need.

I can feel my hands shaking. I ask him, "Can I? You don't have to say yes, Michael. I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

"I need you, Jeff!" There's a panic in his voice.

"You've got me...........forever! You want me to do this?"

"Jeff, if you don't fucking do it I'm gonna cum before you get in me!"

I line up behind him and push my cock down so that I can line it up with where it needs to go. Moving forward I touch it to his asshole and he moans. There's so many places on his body that can't be touched but finally I move my right arm around him and hold him with the palm of my hand against his abs. My cock moves slowly forward and I penetrate him slightly and then back off. Then move forward again and move about an inch into his hot ass.

He gasps and shoots his load his asshole clenching the head of my cock like a pulsing vice. His whole body is vibrating and he cries out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

I'm still holding him tight and I whisper in his ear, "Guess you were horny." I kiss the back of his neck and move my hand down to his cock. It's still pretty hard and getting harder. "Ohhhhh you are a horny boy!"

"Put it in, Jeff."

"I haven't taken it out."

"All the way! Come on! Fuck me! Please, Jeff...........I really need this."

"So do I Mikey, so do I."

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The room had been cleaned up and we had been cleaned up and drained. Michael was tucked into bed and I was dressed and about to head out to the office. I climbed into bed with him he turned to face me and his beautiful hazel eyes had a sleepy post coital quality to them. I laid my head next to his and stared into his eyes.

I moved my head an inch and kissed him. My voice was a whisper. "Hot man."

His good hand reached out and touched my forehead. "You called me Mikey."

I stopped to think. "Oh........yeah...........I guess that I did. Sorry, I didn't think about it."

He smiled at me in almost a vulnerable little boy way. "I liked it." He turned his head and looked at the ceiling. "Dumb huh?"

I put my hand on his neck and pulled him into another kiss. "Nothing about you is dumb."

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In the driveway Paul held open the door of the limo and mumbled a good morning even though we were approaching noon. The guy riding shotgun looked like a hundred miles of bad road. The suit and tie somehow didn't work for him. I could picture him in some sort of uniform with a gun in his hand. I nodded at him and he nodded back.

As we pulled out of the driveway the telephone in the car rang, it was Fred Garagan.

"I think that I have the answers, Mr. Palmer or at least some of them."

"Tell me."

"While Mr. Parthing did indeed hit your...........friend, but he didn't kill that boy that you found."

""How do you know?"

"Mr. Parthing is...............staying with me."

"Has he been.............hurt?"

"No sir! Mr. Parthing has seen the error of his ways. I'm a little surprised that you don't recognize the name. He was your ex mother-in-laws gardener."

"Oh you're fucking kidding! Why didn't I think of that bitch? What was he after?"

"It seems that your ex-wife was concerned that with Mr. Worthington in the picture that if anything should happen to you that your children might not get all that she felt that she was entitled to."

"Was she going to make sure that something happened to me?"

"Ahh.......that has yet to be determined. It's possible but we may never know."

"Will he put this all in writing?"

"If we move him. I told him that we would be willing to move him to his sister's place in Idaho. He would need enough to buy a trailer and a few other things."

"Do you know Prendergast and Thane?"

"The trial attorneys?"

"Yes. I need you to bring him to their offices. We'll give him everything that he wants but I want a deposition with plenty of witnesses."

"When would you like him there?"

"Gimme an hour."

I hung up with Fred and called Rosie. "Sweetheart, I need you to lean on Bill Prendergast."

I could sense Rosie shifting her weight and putting a hand on her hip. "Want me to hurt em?"

I laughed. "No, Rosie, you only do that to people who aren't on our side."

Lost and found chapter 8

2009-07-28T20:25:00.000-07:00

We looked like a caravan. In front, a Suburban full of security guys followed up by Michael and I in an ambulance with nurses following behind us and behind them more security guys. Too much security? Maybe...............maybe not.

It feels like too much and yes I know that I'm probably overreacting.................and yet.......there's something out there. Anyway, whether it's out there or not it's not getting Michael.............or me!

Ralph greeted this band of interlopers with his usual aplomb, shunting the security guys into the kitchen where they could plan assignments, Michael, I and the nurses went into the downstairs bedroom suite. Hey, way to go Rosie! A new king size adjustable bed was in the downstairs bedroom

"I don't think that you should ever be allowed to leave the house again." I had kicked everyone out of our bedroom and climbed, fully dressed, into bed with Michael. I leaned on my left elbow and watched his face. Normally he would be on the other side of the bed but this allowed me to be next to him without coming into contact with the damaged bits.

"Jeff, it was just an accident! A stupid accident." Yeah? Maybe. "Besides, I gotta work."

"You got a broken arm, a broken leg, multiple contusions and an addled brain. I hope that you're not drawing up contracts for my business."

He turned his head slowly on the pillow to face me. "Will I ever be well? I mean, it takes fucking forever for all this shit to heal."

I wanted to scream that I didn't care, that as far as I was concerned it could take ten years. He was safe with me, safe here in our house and that was all that mattered.

I pushed myself up and leaned over his face. I slowly lowered mine until our lips met and then I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he drew me in and sucked on my tongue. Slowly I broke the kiss and then spoke softly to him, trying to convince. "You don't need to worry about any of that stuff. You just gotta relax and get well. Who the fuck cares how long it takes for you to heal. Hmmm? You got the tv, your computer and any fucking thing on earth that you want. All you gotta do is rest and get well." It sounded logical to me. "Okay, so you gotta put up with me too but when you get a little better we can take off for anywhere on earth that you want to go. You can heal just as well on the beaches of Key West you know or Spain, you'd fucking love Spain."

Michael was looking at me with an indulgent smile on his face. "I'm not running!"

"Running? Who the fuck said anything about running? You know...........there's nothing to run from in the first place. This isn't about running, this is about healing. This is about warm tropical breezes blowing through open windows while we make love on clean white sheets and drink gin and tonics while we play gin rummy to while away the hours."

"Two things. First of all, Bullshit! Second of all, I'm not running!"

God, this is so irritating! Why can't people just do what I want them to do? "Oh God!' I dropped my head back on the pillow in frustration. "So you're gonna work? You're not healthy enough to work."

"I can still type. I can still talk on the phone."

"Michael, how the fuck are you gonna type, you've got a broken arm!"

He pointed at his left arm. "I can prop it up! I know.........I know I can." He dropped his arm and sagged back against the pillows. "I'm just tired right now."

I spoke softly. "Michael, you can't even get up to take a dump by yourself, be realistic."

Michael rubbed his eyes with the fingers of his right hand. "I know." Then he turned his head to me. "So will you help me?"

I hadn't even thought of it before but I answered quickly. "Of course! Whenever you need me to." He looked at me strangely and I asked. "You mean now?"

Michael gave me a lopsided grin. "I didn't have to go until you started talking about it! Anyway, I just need you to help me get up and then gimme one of those crutches." He nodded towards a pair of them that someone had leaned against the wall.

I shook my head. "I don't think so! There's no way that you can support yourself on a crutch. The arm that has to be used is broken." I jumped out of bed and grabbed the wheelchair.

"This is your best shot." I walked over to the other side of the bed and gently helped Michael turn so that he was sitting up.

His left arm and leg were pretty much useless and before taking my hand he looked up at me and said. "I'm sorry. Ah...........really, you didn't bargain for this."

I held his hand tightly. "Don't be a fucking idiot! You think that I care about this, that you need a little help? Don't ever say that again!" Michael opened his mouth and then shut it.

"Okay, when I pull you up we're gonna pivot you on your right foot and sit you down in the wheelchair. Got it?"

"Okay, yeah. But take it a little easy." One smooth pull up and Michael was standing. I pivoted him with one arm while positioning the wheel chair with the other and then slowly lowered him into it.

We just made it through the door of the bathroom, thanks mainly to the fact that when the house was being designed I was thinking of the problems my dad had experienced during his final days.

I wheeled Michael into the bathroom and over to the toilet and locked the wheels. "Okay, we'll do the same pivot thing. Just brace yourself on me."

I opened his robe and peeled it off of him and then pulled him up and while he balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder I opened his hospital gown pulled it forward and let it drop away. He's so beautiful, even beat up like this he's gorgeous. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his cock.

Michael tenses up. "Oh God, be careful............you better not, I'm too fucking horny and I have to take a dump too bad."

I laughed. "Okay, when you get back to bed and things quiet down we can take care of that. What do you want me to do now?"

"Two things, help me down to the toilet and then make yourself scarce." While lowering him I decided to get someone in here later today to put in hand railings so that Michael would feel more secure and could even do this by himself if he had to. I would have hated being in his position of having to rely on someone for this.

"You got it, Babe, holler when you're ready." I ducked out of the bathroom closing the door behind me.

I called Rosie about the hand railings. She said that she'd have them up by the afternoon and asked about Michael.

"He's fine, he's..................in the john right now but he's fine." There was a soft knocking on the bedroom door and then a nurse poked her head in.

I waved at her. "Not now, I'll call you, he's in the john."

She pointed at the bathroom and whispered. "I should go help."

I put my hand on her arm. "No, leave him." I guided her toward the door while Rosie on the phone was in my other hand. "Give him time to adjust and we, he and I, need time together."

I sighed and put the phone to my ear. "He'll be okay, Rosie but, of course, he's frustrated and embarrassed. I mean, who the hell wouldn't be when you can't even take a crap by yourself?"

Rosie sounded disbelieving. "And you're helping him?"

"Of course I am. Why? You don't think that I can do this do you?"

"Welllllll, I guess it's just that I never seen it before. Boss you freaked out about that little boy who was in the office last week with a runny nose."

"Rosie, that was really disgusting! Anyway this is different! And don't ask me how the hell it's different it just is!"

She laughed and I was sure that she was shaking her head even if I couldn't see it. "If you say so, Boss." She shifted her tone of voice. "That guy called, that guy that has all those big machines and he wanted to know what you wanted him to do with the buildings on the old Halverson land. He says you told him to level it all but he figured he better make sure he heard you right. Says there's some decent buildings there."

"Down to the bare ground, Rosie. Tell him to do it just like we talked about."

"You got it, Boss."

Michael was calling me. "Gotta go, Rosie!"

He was standing, naked, holding on to the wheelchair but afraid to pivot. I ran over to him grabbing his robe on the way. I wrapped my arm around him and helped him put on the robe. Then I lowered him slowly into the wheel chair.

"Everything work out?"

He laughed. "Yeah...........it did. Actually it was all easier than I thought that it might be."

I helped him back into bed and I sat on the edge. I took his fingers in mine and held them. "You will get well you know. A week from now and most of this'll be just a bad memory."

"I won't be well in a week."

"No...........you won't but you'll be one hell of a lot better than you are now." I bent over and kissed him. I spoke softly. "Your career will still be there, people will still be suing each other, and I'll still love you! You will survive and a year from now you'll barely remember this."

It's funny how you can be having a conversation with someone and be totally into it and yet somewhere in the back of your brain there's like twenty brain cells working on another problem.

"I gotta call Rosie." I leaned over and stretching was able to grab the phone and punch in the numbers.

Seconds later. "Yes, Boss."

"Howdya know it was me?"

She answers. "You kiddin, right?"

I laugh, a bit confused. "Cash, Rosie, I want us to be thirty percent in cash by the end of the week."

"Boss, you do that and people gonna be pissed."

"Competitors, Rosie, screw em, this market is over it just doesn't know it yet."

Rosie said slowly. "Thirty percent?"

"Can you do it?"

"Sure...............just takes some doin is all. I'll start dribbling orders out in the Australian market, then a bunch in Japan and so on, yeah I can do it."

"And, Rosie, check with Fred Garagan and see what he's turned up. I haven't heard from him and with him that usually means he's on to something."

"I will boss. I'd rather talk to that man on the telephone than have to be in the same room with em."

"He won't bite, Rosie." Even I didn't believe that.

"Boss, he bites me an I give em back his teeth one at a time."

After hanging up with Rosie I turned back to Michael. "The guys are on their way to put in hand rails so that if you want to take a dump without the rest of the world waiting outside the door you can."

He turned his head on the pillow and tried to smile but it wasn't very convincing. "Thanks, Jeff."

I got on my knees on the bed and took his hand. "Baby, don't get all discouraged and nuts. I love you. This'll get better." I bent forward and kissed him. "It kills me to see you unhappy."

He smiled up at me grimly. "You're ruining the crease in the pants of my favorite suit."

My arms are braced on either side of his head and I bend down and kiss him again more slowly this time. I whisper to him. "I love you in this suit. I love the way your cock looks in this suit. But then I love you."

He looks at me with big eyes. "Jeff, I'm feeling really sorry for myself right now and if you say stuff like that I'm gonna start crying or some shit and I might not stop."

I sit back on my haunches. "Well I got some info for you that ought to straighten that mood out." I climb off of the bed and begin moving for the door. "The nurses have been chomping at the bit to get at you." I open the bedroom door. "He's all yours ladies." Three of them come pouring in and rush to Michael's bedside while he drops his head resignedly back against the pillows.

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Ralph was in the kitchen cooking and looking past him through the kitchen window I could see a small trailer that had been set up near the end of the driveway as a type of command post for the security guys.

I nodded towards the trailer and asked Ralph. "They behaving themselves?"

Ralph chuckled. "Pretty much. Anyway I'm used to em. Your daddy used to have them from time to time. You makin decision about other peoples money and somebody's always mad."

I grabbed a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter as Ralph continued.

"He was managing a bunch of money for some mob guy back in the seventies. Well, course your daddy didn't know that the guy was with the mob, not that it woulda made any difference. The thing was that all during the seventies when the market was totally in the garbage your daddy was able to earn a steady eight percent return, not only for this dude but for all his clients but it wasn't enough for the gangster and he was always threatening your dad."

I was surprised I had never heard this. "Ralph, my dad never told me about that. I don't remember anything happening."

Ralph laughed. "You was too little and besides your dad didn't want his family knowing about stuff like that but there was plenty of security. You and your momma was followed everyplace. Anyway, it only means that I'm used to it."

Ralph lifted the heavy cover of a large cast iron pot and stirred the contents. "I'm makin a beef stew for you boys. I figure with only one hand that he can use it'd be better for Mr. Worthington. Man would get tired pretty quick of havin other people feed him."

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Later that evening I made it clear to the nurses that Michael and I were going to be sleeping together and that if we needed them I would call them. They can't help it. They're programmed to be constantly checking on their patients.

But not tonight, tonight was my first night really alone with Michael since the accident and I didn't want any interruptions. Michael was lying in bed watching television as I walked around turning off all the lights except one coming from the bathroom.

After that I started taking off my clothes and I saw that Michael was watching my every move. When I was naked I climbed into bed with him and pulled back the covers while I knelt and sat on my heels looking down at his battered body.

He reached over with his one good hand, his right and gently wrapped it around my hard cock. I leaned forward and gently, holding his chin in my hand, pressed my lips to his and when they parted sucked his tongue into my mouth. He groaned and at the same time I saw tears forming in his eyes.

I whisper to him. "Don't fucking cry, Baby. It kills me to see you cry."

Michael let go of my dick and wiped the tears away. He tried to laugh. ‘It's just that it feels so good to hold your cock again and," He started to choke up again. "to have you kiss me." He reached out and touched my face with the tips of his fingers and then wiped away more tears.

"I thought...................I thought, when I was lying there in the hospital that there was no fucking way that you bargained for this, that you might just as soon be rid of me." I started to speak but he stopped me by pressing his fingers to my lips.

He spoke in a rush the words spilling out. "I know that it was stupid. I know that you'd never do that. But when I was lying there in the ICU and the fucking pain was really bad and then there were a lot of drugs that stopped the pain but really messed with my head. And all that I could think of was what would I do if you just never showed up. And the more that I thought about it the more that it seemed logical. Why would you want me? Your young, your handsome, your rich, you can have anyone. Why would you want a broken boyfriend?"

I understood what Michael was saying but I the same time it made me nuts. I straddled his one good leg and let my still hard cock bounce against it.

"You know, Michael, you're young and you're handsome and as you've pointed out before you're an attorney which is not exactly dog meat." I pushed my cock down against his leg and gently thrust my cock back and forth.

"I didn't say that there was any sense to it, Jeff. And by the way you're driving me crazy with that cock."

I leaned forward again and kissed him softly and then whispered to him. "I love you and while you were worrying about that stuff I was worrying that you were gonna die." I smiled at him. "I guess that were both jerks."

I grinned at him. "So you're probably horny?"

He laughed and it made me feel wonderful. "You have no fucking idea!"

Lost and found chapter 7

2009-05-25T23:49:00.001-07:00

Nobody likes Fred Garagan. He's way overweight with a large head and sagging pendulous jowls and a hangdog look that belies just how cruel he can be. Rosie hates him.

My dad didn't much like him either but there are times, times when you really need to know things, when you gotta use someone like Fred. I met him in the middle of my office, frankly not wanting him to sit in one of the chairs. It's like he leaves some weird sort of residue, a lingering sense of him.

He didn't try to shake hands; he seems to know that no one will want to touch him.

"You heard about the accident my boyfriend was involved in?" He didn't actually smirk, not at least that you could see, it was more something that I could feel.

"I heard."

"James Parthing...........here's his name, address, etcetera. I want everything but Fred............hurt no one!" He seemed disappointed.

He shifted his bulk from one leg to the other. "How deep you want me to go?"

"Birth!"

Fred grinned. Not a pretty sight. "Can I ask why you think that he might have done something"

I decided to lie rather than explain. "No, there's nothing to tell, at least as far as I know but if I'm missing something I want you to find it."

"And if I find something?" A sickening grin.

"If you find something bring it to me. Again...............hurt no one!" Strangely enough Fred is obedient. I've never known him to go against my dad's wishes or mine.

Fred waddled out of my office and Rosie edged in as soon as the elevator door closed on Fred. "Boss, you makin a mistake usin that man. He's some kind of a piece of work. Why you use him? I coulda gotten you all the info you need on the guy that hit Michael."

"I know, Rosie, I know that you can." But, of course, she couldn't, not all the info. I walk over to her and wrapped my arms around her and laid my head on her shoulder. "I heard something at the police station, something that was out of place. When I was talking to the Chief there was something that I heard in the background, something that one of the cops said and for the life of me I can't remember it. All that I could think of was getting back to Michael and now it's gone. But it was something about James Parthing something that didn't sound right, that was out of place."

I let go of Rosie and start cramming papers into a briefcase. "I'm going to the hospital, I'll take the limo." I was so tired, tired on to death, the thought of any kind of physical exertion seemed odious. As I was walking out of the office I turned to Rosie and lifted my hand to my forehead. "Rosie, maybe we better............."

She beat me to it. "I already done it boss! Security at the hospital and the house."

I stare at her. "Am I being nuts, is this too much?"

"The thing is, Boss..............we don't know, let's hope so." She walked over and touched my arm. "You need to spend some time with Michael. He shouldn't be alone now."

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We almost never need security. Well, maybe like once a year or so some nutjob will call us with a threat and fortunately we have a really good little security company in our area, mostly a bunch of retired cops and FBI guys. Since they're the only high-end security company in the area everyone who needs security uses them. They own their market.

There was one guy in the lobby watching people and another standing next to the door to Michael's room. The guy in front of the room was wearing a stethoscope around his neck but I recognized him from a job he did for us the year before.

I walked up to him. "Hi Tommy. You look like a doc."

"Oh hi, Mr. Palmer. That's the general idea, blend in." He didn't really blend in but then how could he, he looked like a retire cop. He would have blended in at a retired cop convention.

"Tommy, everything that we know about this says that it was an accident and that Michael is in no danger whatever." I stared into his gray eyes for a moment. "But something is nagging at me, my instincts tell me that there's more goin on here, that there's something we don't know." His stocky body shifted. "This takes priority over everything, Tommy. If you need more men call em in. I don't care if it takes a fucking army but I want Michael protected." I didn't tell him about what I couldn't remember hearing at the police station.

Tommy shoved his hands in his pockets. "You think somebody's after him, that they'd try to get him here?"

I stared at the floor for a moment and then looked up at him. "Yeah. I'm not sure..................they may be trying to get at me through him..............or who the fuck knows. I just want coverage."

"Well," Tommy said, "if you really want coverage we should have a guy outside and a guy near the main nurses station on this floor."

"Do it." I turned towards the door to Michael's room and then turned back to Tommy. "How is he?"

Tommy smiled. "Mad.............mad that it happened, mad that he feels like shit, mad that they won't let him work...............just fucking mad."

I grinned at him. "He pissed at me?"

"He's been wondering where you were at." That could mean anything.

How could I explain that I was afraid, not afraid for my safety or anything like that but afraid that I might lose him? That he might die and I wouldn't be able to stop it.

I grunted and pushed open the door to Michael's room.

Michael was sitting up in bed and turned his head towards me as I opened the door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" His left arm had a cast on it and there were some bandages on his neck. Nobody had bothered to comb his hair.

He looked so battered. I walked slowly over to the side of his bed. I reached out and touched his face with the back of my knuckles. "There was stuff, stuff about the accident that had to be taken care of." His look softened. "I shoulda called you but it's not like you were, well...............alert." I bent down and slowly pressed my mouth to his. After a moment I could feel something inside of him give way and he parted his lips and let my tongue inside. He made a little sound at that back of his throat.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Don't fucking cry! If you start I'll start and I might not fucking stop."

Michael lay back in bed, blinked and smiled up at me. "Nice to know that that sensitive exterior is backed up by a sloppy soft interior." He was holding my hand.

I held his hand but had to look away for a moment. "Oh fuck! You scared me so fucking bad."

"I didn't mean to, Jeff."

"No...........I know." I lifted up the covers and then slowly lifted the side of his gown and looked at his body. "Jesus!" I know, it was a gasp but I couldn't help it, he was one big dark ugly bruise.

Michael grabbed the edge my jacket with his broken arm and tugged at it until I sat on the bed. His voice was soft. "It's not as bad as it looks, Jeff." I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and just hold him but he was so battered that I was afraid to touch him.

"Oh no..............I'm sure you're feeling just great!" I put the heels of my hands to my eyes and rubbed them and then turned back to Michael.

"This guy that hit you...............you think that he meant to?"

"Jeff, why the hell would anyone want to smash their car into me.............or into anything?"

"No...............I don't suppose anyone would."

"Besides, Jeff, it really was the fault of the guy in front of me, he's the one that stopped short."

There was a quiet knocking on the door and I walked over and pulled the door open.

"Ralph! What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Palmer, Rosie thought that you and Mr. Worthington might enjoy having dinner together this evening and I'm certain that the food in the hospital can't be all that good."
He was walking slowly into the room carrying a large picnic basket. I wondered that they would let him in with food but then Ralph was a man of immense dignity and would only get stopped by the bravest nurse or doctor.

"Ralph how'd you get in with the food?"

He laughed quietly. "Sir, you always have to remember to factor in Rosie. Most institutions have found that it's much easier just to say yes to her." He walked over to the side of Michael's bed.

Looking down at Michael he said. "Sir, I hope that you like roast duck." There were tears forming in the corners of Michael's eyes.

Ralph reached out slowly and touched his arm. "Now, Sir, don't you worry about anything. You need to save your strength for getting well and you're gonna have a lotta folks helping you."

Dinner started with a pecan and Rocquefort salad and was followed by crispy roast duck with sweet potato's that had been mashed and mixed with caramelized onions and bacon. For something green there was also steamed and sauteed haricots verts.

Ralph said. "This, of course, should have a wine with it but I thought that I might be pushing my luck."

Michael looked at Ralph with tears still in his eyes and his mouth full. "It's wonderful, Ralph. This is the best meal I've ever eaten." He was pathetic, eating with one hand and constantly wincing.

I heard Rosie when she was probably still fifty feet away. All that I heard was, "You ain't telling me what I can do. Don't you EVEN try to go there!"

She banged through the door and made straight for Michael. "My Lord! They makin you try and eat with your one good arm?" She shot me a dirty look.

It took her less than a minute to get things organized to her liking and Michael was really eating without having to lift anything. Rosie never stopped talking.

"You scared the crap outta him you know. Not that he don't deserve it. Probably takes you for granted. Don't have to tell me, I know the name of that tune. He'd have me working twenty-four hours a day I givem the chance. Not that he don't have his good side cause he does, though sometimes yall gotta strain to see it. Anyway, he was plenty worried...........plenty."

Michael was chewing, swallowing and looking up at Rosie. Once she got her rhythm going he couldn't have talked if he had to.

I walked over and stood next to her. "Rosie, I was thinking.................."

"I already took care of it, Boss. When yall are done eating they gonna move you to a private suite upstairs. You'll be able to stay too. I already had fresh clothes put up there for you."

"What about going.........................................?"

"Tomorrow, as long as he keeps getting better. I already arranged for nurses to come to the house. But you can't be fussin with him too much tonight cause they wantin him all rested before they gonna let em go."

I smiled at Michael and winked. "Hear that, no fussin! You know how you get."

Then it dawned on me what Michael had said earlier.

Lost and found chapter 6

2009-05-25T23:40:00.000-07:00

I staggered into the bathroom with my eyes barely open and even rebelling at that modest effort. Somehow I found the toilet, lifted the lid aimed my cock and began to piss. Halfway through, Michael wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and laid his head on my shoulder.

His voice was thick with sleep and his chest warm against my back. "Want me to hold your dick?"

"Nope, you'll make me pee on my foot." There was something comforting about the sound of the heavy steam of urine hitting the water.

I turned my head slightly and kissed Michael's head. He seemed dead asleep but then mumbled. "How come we're up so early?"

I was fighting to keep my eyes open. "Dunno. "How," I yawned and shuddered, "how early is it?"

"Like five." He tightened his grip around my waist until I grunted. "What woke you up?"

I was too tired to move so we just stood there, me with my dick in my hand leaning back against Michael who was leaning forward against me. "Phone...................think that I thought I heard the phone..............I dunno..........maybe that."

Michael snuggled his chin into my neck and mumbled. "We ever movin off this spot?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and then forced them open. "Shower.........we could do that."

He kissed the side of my neck and muttered. "S'all the way over there."

My eyes were closing. "Five feet, Michael, just five feet.............I know that we can do this."

We kinda duckwalked over to the shower and I leaned forward and turned it on. The shower is automatically set to 101 degrees and then rises slowly to 103.

"Ohhhhh fuck!" Michael leaned against the shower wall and let the hot water wash over him. His hair looked almost black when wet and his hazel eyes were flashing. "That feels fucking wonderful!"

I put my hands on either side of his head and leaned in and kissed him. "You feel fucking wonderful." Michael's hands were holding my butt and then his fingers were playing with my asshole.

"Hmmmmmm, feels good but what about you being a confirmed bottom?" I leaned forward and kissed his nose as the water pounded against us.

"Well........your dick in my ass is my favorite thing but.......well........you have a really great ass."

I started kissing my way down Michael's jawline to the spot right under his right ear. "I think that I need you in me............but go slow."

He got a little boy gleam in his eyes and the next thing that I knew he was fucking me. He was gentle and slow and sensuous and it felt soooooo good. I shot up against the tile wall a few seconds after I felt Michael's contractions that pumped his semen into my ass.

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"What should I wear with this suit? Burgundy tie?" He was standing in our bedroom wearing just the pants of a charcoal gray suit. The pants were open and I could just see the top line of his dark pubic hair and then through the thin fabric the bulge of his cock.

I handed him a mug of steaming hot coffee. "Blue shirt, gold tie." I smiled and shook my head slowly. "You just do that cause ya know that I'll be thinking about it all day."

He said. "Whadya mean?" Then he smiled.

"You know exactly what I mean. Before you met me I bet you never in your whole life went to work without wearing underwear."

Michael walked over to me and laid his arms on my shoulders and snuggled my neck and whispered in my ear. "Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk I start thinking about how my cock and balls feel crushed between my leg and the fabric of this suit and then I think about how much I'd love to have you fucking me at that very moment. To feel your balls slapping my ass."

I leaned my head against his and sighed. "You're killing me, Michael."

"He turned his head and kissed the side of my neck. "Eeeeeze my job!" He laughed and then rubbed his forehead against mine. "I'm suppose to keep you horny." He pulled his head back and his eyes were glistening. He spoke softly. "I don't want you forgetting how much I love you."

I pulled on a pair of slacks and leaned over and kissed him. "Could I interest you in some breakfast?"

Michael slid his hands down the front of my pants and grabbed my cock through the material. "You could interest me in some cock."

"No, I think that you've already had your share of that, at least for this morning. But let's go downstairs and have something to eat."

I love seeing Michael all dressed in the morning, looking like a new penny with his crisp white shirts and his beautiful hair all perfectly in place. He's such a perfect male, handsome and smart and zero attitude. When I look at his hard butt as he's pouring us both coffee I'm overwhelmed once again by the thought that he's mine. I love every part of him, every mood, from the elation of completing a complicated legal brief, to the tears that fill his eyes when we're watching a sad movie. They're all part of the man that is Michael, the man who's handing me my morning coffee.

"Gonna be a bitch today! Your buddy Joe is going to be sitting in on my presentation to a client today. Like I wouldn't be nervous enough."

"That was what you were working on last night?"

"Yeah, it started out being a fairly straightforward purchase of this small company. It was gonna be for cash, which simplifies things, and it all was gonna be just...........well, tidy. But now their accountant has told them to set it up as a limited partnership with them as the general partner and while that's certainly not unusual they've never done it before so I'm gonna get like a million questions."

Minutes later I was kissing him goodbye. I kissed him and then pressed my face to his, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheek.

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I was dressed and even in my top coat and was just finishing my last cup off coffee when the long black limo pulled into my driveway. It was ours. Well, anyway, it belonged to the company. I never used it and couldn't even remember the last time that I had been in it. The driver, Paul, was an excon. Paul had gone to jail for being a bad boy with a baseball bat. Rosie said that he was a professional driver, like in getaway cars but that since he'd found Jesus he was perfect for me because of the unlikely event that someone might try to nab me. Frankly, I chalked it up to Rosie owing someone a favor and I'd learned long ago not to mess with Rosie's web.

I was about to open the front door and yell to Paul asking him what he was doing here when my cell phone rang.

It was Rosie. "Now Boss I want you to get a grip! Just try to stay calm."

I knew that tone and my body went rigid. "Tell me!"

"Michael had an accident." Her voice was so soft.

"Tell me!! Tell me all of it!!" Not Michael!!! Not that innocent man!! Take me! Take fucking me! I'm guilty of fucking everything!

"He's hurt bad, Boss but they've taken him to the hospital. I sent the limo cause you sure shouldn't be drivin. You just let Paul take care a you. Okay? Just let Paul do it."

I opened the front door while talking to Rosie and Paul stepped in and picked up my briefcase sitting by the front door. I was leaning against the wall and staring at the floor. I looked down at my hand and saw that the phone was turned off.

Oh fucking Jeff! Get it fucking together! Act! Paul touched my arm. "We should go now, Sir." I let my self be put into the back seat of the limo and then I seemed to click into gear.

"How fast can we get to the hospital?"

Paul started to answer but I dumped a handful of cash onto the front seat of the car. "Make it faster." The car leapt forward.

I grabbed the car phone and pushed the button for Rosie. "Okay, I got a grip, now tell me."

Rosie said. "He was turning onto the highway just south of Madison, the other guy just plowed into him. Broken left leg, broken left arm, broken ribs, skull fracture and something with his heart, that's the bad one. It's the bad one cause we don't know exactly what's wrong."

"Who's on it, Rosie?"

"Everybody, Boss. I got somebody at the hospital and they just told me they finished setting his arm and leg but they want him to recover a bit before they do anything with the heart."

"Find the best, Rosie. Get em here. Call whoever ya gotta call but get em.

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The sheet felt cool against my face, cool and slightly stiff with starch. I was sitting in a chair next to Michael's bed in the ICU, the fingers of his right hand were intertwined with mine. His hand was warm but unmoving, still. I didn't open my eyes but turned my head and kissed his fingers.

When I looked up I could see Rosie three panes of glass away yelling at somebody. She had a way of strutting and tossing her head as she talked. Somebody was getting a tongue lashing. Rosie liked people to do as she asked.

He looked dead. That was the problem. Not the reality but just the way he looked. Sometimes we can know a thing for sure, no doubts at all but somehow it looks different and it's the looks we believe, deep down anyway.

Broken leg, broken arm, broken ribs, the whole head thing, concussion I guess and then the heart thing. I know that it's not sane but I kept thinking. "He's only got a thirty inch waist, he's tiny! How the fuck do you expect him to deal with all that? Huh, God? Just how's he suppose to heal all that shit?" I felt a tear run down my face. It went all the way down my cheek over my jaw down my neck and into the collar of my shirt.

On the far side of the room, on the wall, was a crucifix. Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe a bribe was possible. I'd build a church! No! A cathedral! The biggest fucking cathedral that the whole fucking world had ever seen! What's the catch you say? Well, God, I just want you to deal with this little matter of healing Michael. Nothing for you! A snap of the fingers! Just point at him and say, "Rise!" Simple! You did basically the same thing in the Sistine Chapel. Okay, okay, so you got a really nice mural outtta that. I can do that! I've got money, God! Pope Gregory has nothing on me!

The coma was freaking me out. Okay, maybe it wasn't technically a coma. I don't really know what a coma is but he wasn't waking up. Well we would wake up for like seconds but then his eyes would close like it was all more than he could deal with and he'd be gone for hours. Fucking hours!

Suddenly I heard. "Water." In this rigid, filtered little voice that sounded like it was coming from somewhere else. "Water."

Suddenly the room was filled with nurses and doctors and I got pushed outta the way. I've never felt so tired as I walked over to the wall and slumped against it.

"Boss?" It was Rosie touching my arm. "I got the info, Boss."

Lost and found chapter 5

2009-02-16T18:54:00.000-08:00

Michael and I walked out of the conference room with his attorney, Brian, and my attorney, Joe Callin. We stood together in the hallway while both Joe and Brian took off for their offices.

Michael was wearing a very light gray Glenn plaid suit with a gold tie and no underwear. The finely woven light wool material had molded itself perfectly to his ass when he turned earlier to hang up his suit coat. That was something that kept going in and out of my mind all during the meeting we had just concluded.

I was standing with my hands in my pockets and kept my face as expressionless as possible because I knew that we were being watched, even if we couldn't be heard.

I smiled at Michael. "I wanna fuck you."

He grinned at me. "Now, how would you like your mother to hear you talking like that?"

"Well, it's not like she's a regular mom. More like a Cruella DeVille mom. Wouldn't surprise me a bit if she had a Dalmation coat buried in one of her closets." I leaned against the door jamb with my hands still in my pockets.

I asked him. "Does this agreement satisfy you? Can you really live with it?"

Michael was lightly kicking the carpet with the toe of his shoe. "You're not gonna, like, start buying me all kinds a things are you?"

I smiled. "You don't like German cars?"

He smiled back and then kinda ducked his head. "They're okay, maybe a little pushy." He glanced quickly down the corridor at the secretaries beyond. "It's just that the thing I really like..........really, really like, is free." He glanced up at me and his hazel eyes flashed and then he smiled. "Okay, maybe one BMW."

"I wanna kiss you." I was staring deeply into his beautiful eyes.

"They're all watching, ya know?"

"I still wanna kiss you." I held up my hands. "I know, I know, I won't. I could buy you lunch, though."

"No such luck. I'm lunching with a client and then working my fucking ass off on the acquisition that I'm trying to talk them into making."

"Well, I guess that means I have to go back to work myself." I wanted so to touch him. See ya at home later. Bye, Hun."

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Walking past Rosie's desk she handed me a stack of opened letters, most with yellow stickem notes attached.

"Geez, Rosie, you been saving these for a slow day? "

"You're just popular, Boss. How did the meeting go?"

I stopped walking and thought for a moment, reliving the bits of the meeting. "Good, Michael seemed happy, and that was the whole point of the thing. And Joe and Brian had really worked this out, really given it some thought. I was impressed. There was a lot of stuff that I had never even considered, much less put a price on. But the important thing is that what they came up with is fair, for the both of us."

"Boss, I set a list of appointments on your desk. I didn't figure you'd be back this early, so they don't start coming until two o'clock. Ya got some time to think."

I turned back and sat on the edge of Rosie's desk. "Rosie, ya think Ralph is bothered seeing two gay guys? Cause, like, ya know, we don't always wear bathrobes and stuff; lot'sa times we're walking around in our boxers and stuff. I mean, he's never said anything and, knowing him, he never would, but I was wondering if it bothered him."

Rosie smiled evilly and leaned back in her seat, resting her arms on the chair's. "He thinks you two are cute."

"Cute?"

"Not my word, Boss, his. You gotta remember that you're someone he's been worrying over for more than thirty years, from the time you was a little boy. He spent a lot a time see'n you unhappy and now he's see'n you the other way, and see'n you happy makes him happy. Plus the fact that I happen to know for sure that he likes Michael."

"He told you that?"

"Yep. Michael has always been polite to Ralph, never treat'n him like a servant; that counts for a lot. Plus the fact that Ralph sees Michael reading. May seem like a simple thing, but Ralph don't have much time for people who don't read books. Truth be told, Boss, boxer shorts or bare ass naked, I don't think you guys are gonna do much to upset Ralph. You know how he is, even better'n me, once he makes up his mind about a thing or a person, he don't change it much. He thinks you guys are cute and, anything short of your committ'n an axe murder, he's gonna keep on think'n you're cute."

"Well.............that's a relief. It's just that it's not always easy to know what people are thinking." I got up and started to walk to my office. "How are the markets doing?"

"Up and down mostly, Boss. But I'm telling ya, we gotta start buying gold. I know you don't think much of it, Boss, but just remember the basics. The commercials are short three and a half years of production. Gold keeps edge'n up and, eventually, they're gonna have to cover those short positions."

"How would you handle it, Rosie?"

"Boss, we been need'n a precious metal sector fund for a while now, and I can't think of a better time."

"Get some people on it, Rosie. Gimme a proposal." I started to turn toward my office.

I could hear the smile in Rosie's voice even without looking. "It's on your desk, Boss."

I kept walking but had to smile.

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Michael was lying on our bed on his stomach wearing only gray, knit gym shorts that were riding up his beautiful butt; his back and shoulders flaring out in a "v" from the waistband. He was reading the rough draft of a contract for a client and wearing small black-rimmed reading glasses that made him look even more adorable than usual. I was reading Rosie's proposal, there was nothing on TV, and around nine o'clock we just ended up in bed, both of us cleaning up loose ends from work.

Michael pulled his glasses off, folded them carefully and put them on his nightstand.

I looked at him. "Done working?"

"Yep. I been reading contracts from nine this morning, and the words are beginning to run together. That can't be good for our clients." He swiveled his body around and laid his head on my stomach, his right arm lying across my hips.

I reached down and gently ran my hand over his hair. "Tough day?"

"Nah, tedious. A let's-negotiate-every-fucking-word day. Wears me out, but at least that part is finished." Michael cupped my cock and balls, which at the moment were encased in boxer briefs.

I laid Rosie's proposal on the night stand and tugged at Michael's shoulders until he came up on the bed and shoved his left arm under me and laid his head on my shoulder. I lifted his chin with my left hand and looked into his eyes and then lightly kissed him.

I laughed.

"What?"

"You look like a little boy tonight."

"Now what on earth makes you say that?"

"I dunno. Sometimes you just get a kinda little boy look to you. Actually, it's sexy as hell." I scrunched down and pulled his right leg over me. "By the way, Rosie tells me that Ralph thinks we look cute and doesn't give a fuck about us walking around in our skivvies. That was something I was kinda wondering about."

Michael lowered his head, ran his tongue over my nipple and then looked up. "Actually, I knew that."

I pushed his head lightly down to my nipple again. "How did you know that?"

Michael smiled up at me. "I asked him. Subtle, huh?" I laughed and he went back to my nipple.

"What'dya mean? How did you ask him?" Michael was pushing his hand down into my briefs and playing with my cock, squeezing it and running his thumb around the head.

"I just asked him if having a couple of gay guys running around half-naked all the time weirded him out. He said he was just happy that we were comfortable with him here and that we were happy. We had a nice talk. He's a really smart guy. Kinda reminds me of my grandfather."

I shoved my hand down the back of Michael's shorts and played with his ass. "Yeah, he is a smart guy." I buried my face in his neck and kissed and nibbled. "Wanna fuck?"

Michael pulled my head back to his neck. "Yeah, but do that to my ear some more. That's fantastic. Ohh fuck, yes." His skin was so smooth and warm.

After a while he pulled away and rolled onto his back and, lifting his legs, pulled off his shorts and tossed them off the bed. He swung his right leg over my waist.

"I wanna ride it." His cock was so hard that it was practically flat against his stomach.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and handed it to Michael. "You do the honors."

He raised up while he lubed his ass and then reached back and lubed my cock. I wrapped my hand around his dick; it was so hard I had to laugh. "I'm afraid that I'm gonna break this thing. You got any blood left going to your brain?"

"Oh, yeah, I can think and fuck at the same time, well...........mostly."

He settled back down onto my cock, pausing for a moment until it broke through the anal ring, and then let it move totally into him. I was studying his face as he took my cock and watched his expression change from need to concentration, to some pain and, then, to satisfaction.

"Feel good, Babe?" Even though he was all the way down on my cock I could still feel his butt adjusting itself to my dick.

He tilted his head all the way back and then swung his head forward, dropping his chin to his chest. "How can that feel sooooo good? Am I some kind of a fucking slut that I can't get enough of your dick up my ass?"

I ran my hands slowly up his thighs to his waist. "No! You've just got a normal sex drive and a really handsome boyfriend. If you were down at the docks somewhere, trying to lure sailors off of ships, that might be something else." I began to slowly fuck upwards into him, just a few millimeters at a time and, moments later, Michael was moving counter to me and pushing his ass down on my upcoming cock and steadily making an "Ah, ah, ah" sound. I watched his face as he got lost in the fuck and moved into whatever fantasy made him feel best. I was very lightly stroking his cock, my fingers barely touching it. The precum was beginning to flow in a steady stream, and I let it run over my fingers and the back of my hand.

When he looked down at me, I brought my precum covered hand to my mouth, smiled and then licked it clean. His eyes widened and he said, "Oh, fuck!" Then I wrapped my hand back around his cock, but firmer this time, and I began to work the precum around, slicking him up.

Michael was picking up the pace, rising and falling faster and faster on my cock while his ass was clamping tight one moment and releasing the next.

I was getting close and I was pretty sure that he was, too, so I twisted my precum soaked hand around the head of his cock and then began beating him off hard.

His head was thrown back and he was whispering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," as his knees gripped my hips and his butt rotated back and forth.

He looked down at me with a look almost of panic. "Cum in me, Jeff! Shoot in my fucking ass!" Then he gasped and made almost a gurgling sound just before he started shooting. He clamped down unbelievably tight on my cock and this, along with his hips also rotating, pulled me over the edge and I did as he had asked and began shooting in his ass.

Lost and found chapter 4

2008-11-16T20:28:00.000-08:00

The only thing that I find strange about living on the ocean, or in this case the Gulf of Mexico, is the constant sound of the water, the only constant sound in Wisconsin is the wind whipped snow hitting the windows. Anyway that was the first sound that I heard as I was waking up. The first thing that I felt was Michael's chest hair under my hand and the overall warmth of his body. As the first light of the morning began to enter the room I was staring at the back of Michael's head, some strands of his hair were still in my mouth. The color of his hair is kind of a dark medium brown, a warm color, it matches his nature, he's a warm, loving guy.

My mind wanders back to last night, to fucking Michael and my cock immediately begins to harden. It was incredible! And Michael was right, it does somehow change things, it must be genetic --- you fuck someone and then you feel protective of them. At least that's how I felt toward Michael, course I felt that way before the fuck but it intensified the feeling. He was safe here, here in my arms, it's where he belongs. His hair smells so good, a combination of the shampoo that William sends me, and underlying smell that is the real smell of Michael, a smell that is almost electric and intensely masculine. My hardening cock is pressed between the hard mounds of Michael's butt.

"Kiss the back of my neck." Michael was mumbling into his arm, his voice still thick with sleep. I did as I was told and he pushed his butt back against my cock.

Michael sighed. "Ohhh, damn it feels good when you do that!" He wrapped his arm around mine and pulled it tighter to his chest. "My butt feels...............warm.........from last night."

I spoke very softly. "It was wonderful, better even then I had dreamed it would be and I've dreamt about it a lot. You sure you feel okay?"

Michael was silent for so long that I was beginning to get concerned. Then finally he spoke, obviously more awake now than before. "It's scary Jeff...........a little anyway." He half turned his head towards me and then laid it back down. "It was so great........but like I could see myself needing it. I guess it's just the whole falling in love thing.......and last night kicked it to a whole new level. Like on some level some part of my brain is screaming, "Don't get used to it, maybe he'll stop loving you!" But yet the real me, the normal me tells me that I love you and you love me and I've gotta take the chance." He kissed my arm and said. "Don't stop loving me Jeff."

Like I could! Like I would! Like that could ever be fucking possible! "No fucking chance, Michael!"

Michael reached back and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock and laughed. "So you still like me huh?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking that I do." I kissed his shoulder. "And my cock has really fallen for you too."

Michael laughed. "Well, after last night, I'm pretty much liken it too."

I climbed between his legs and slid my knees under his thighs our cocks are pressed together. I leaned forward and wrapped him in my arms my hands lightly holding his face. I spoke very softly. "Don't panic on me Michael." I ran my fingertips over his temples. "I know that commitment.........can be scary. But, well, I just don't want you to freak. Cause baby..........there's no fucking way that I'm changing my mind." I lifted my hands slightly in frustration and then start playing with Michael's hair. "You know..........the whole idea of me changing my mind implies that you've left me with free will, that I have the ability to change my mind." I turned my head slightly and then kissed the base of Michael's neck. He made a little "unn" sound. I leave my face buried in his neck and speak softly.

"How could I ever stop loving you? I can't even stop thinking about you. I don't wanna work cause when I do I'm away from you. Everything that happens in between our kiss goodbye in the morning and kiss hello at night is like a total waste to me because I'm not with you." I lifted my head and smiled at him. "You're driving me fucking nuts you know."

Michael was staring up into my eyes and didn't say anything for a few moments. Then he stretched his arm out and grabbed the tube of lube on the nightstand and handed it to me.

"I need you to fuck me." He pulled my face down to his and kissed me. "Need and want." He gave me a crooked smile and his hazel eyes flashed. "I hope you know what you've started."

I pushed his knees up and told him. "Hold these." He hooked his hands under his knees and I jumped out of bed and ran naked for my suitcase. I tore it open, grabbed what I wanted and ran back and jumped into bed. I scooted forward until I was in the exact same position that I was in before. Michael lowered his legs back down until they were draped over my thighs again.

His head was raised and he was staring at my hands. "Whadya go get?"

It suddenly dawned on me that this might freak him out too but I gone too far to stop and wait. I set the small red and gold box on his chest. He lifted it and stared at the cover.

"Cartier?"

"It's for us. Open it but please don't freak!"

Michael picked up the little box like it's nitro and I really began to worry. "Oh fuck Michael! This is probably something we should have done together. God I'm an asshole!"

Michael still hadn't opened the box but he looks up and me and laughs. "Will you fucking relax, Jeff! I was truly pissed about you making decisions for me but this is different." He shook the box. "I'm assuming this isn't a pearl necklace?"

Michael opened the box but let it continue to rest on his chest. He laid his head back down on the pillow and looked up at me. He spoke softly. "I'm not sure that we're supposed to do this while we're fucking."

"We're not fucking yet. I thought maybe...........you know..........we'd like........put on the rings...........and then...............well............fuck."

Michael lifted his head and looked in the box again. "Oh...........well.....yeah........that'd be okay." His hands were hovering over the box but he wasn't touching the rings. He gave me a little boy look. "You're sure?"

I reached forward and took one of the rings out of the box. "Gimme your right hand." He does and I slip the triple gold band over the third finger of his hand. "There! That wasn't so bad. Was it?" I picked up the other ring but Michael stopped me.

"Let me do that, Jeff." He pulled my right hand to his face and kissed the palm slowly and then slipped the ring on the third finger. He looked up at me and said. "You've lost your hardon."

I leaned over him, my face just a fraction of an inch from his, I could feel his breath on my face. "I know how to get it back but first.......this is okay? You're okay with this?"

Michael smiled up at me. "Baby, I'm so much more than okay with this that I don't even know how to tell you, at least not yet anyway." He pulled my face down while he raised his head up to meet me in a kiss. "You're getting hard again."

I kissed the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, and I know just what to do with it." I was beginning to slowly thrust forward, the tip of my cock pressing lightly against Michael's butt. I moved the head of my cock slowly around his asshole allowing my precum to get it good and wet, then applying just the very slightest pressure I began to penetrate him. He had been holding his head up trying to watch, the muscles in his neck standing out but as the head of my dick popped through Michael's head fell back against the pillow as he let out a low moan.

Then we were joined by the head of my dick in his ass and separated by the six additional inches of my cock that was between us and while the precum had been enough lube in the beginning I knew that we'd need more now. I took the small bottle and turning it over allowed a small stream of lube to drop on Michael's perineum, where it ran down onto my cock, and then ran a stream of it along the top of my cock.

I moved my cock forward and inch or so and waited. "More!" Michael said his voice sounded throaty. "I can take more, Jeff, you don't have to be so gentle."

"Okay." I leaned forward to kiss him and all the while I did my cock was moving deeply into his ass. Underneath me his body was in constant motion, his pelvis tilting up and down, his stomach contracting and releasing, his hand grasping and releasing my thighs and his head moving from side to side. I held his head steady and then kissed him deeply.

"Fuck me hard, Jeff! I wanna feel the way that I did this morning. I wanna know that your cock has been in me that you fucked the crap outta me. I wanna be able to feel it all day."

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"You gonna shave?" Michael was drying himself off after we had gotten out of the shower.

"I gotta, it drives me nuts if I don't but you don't have to if you don't want to, if we go to lunch or something you'll just look fashionable." I smiled at him in the mirror.

He picked up the shaving cream. "Well I sure as fuck don't want to look fashionable! My mom says that you should always try to look clean."

"Well, mom's probably know best about that sort of thing." I laughed. "I don't always agree with them about butt fucking but when it come to clean mom is probably dead on."

When I finished shaving I stepped behind Michael and wrapped my arms around him while he shaved. "God you feel good!" I ran my hands lightly up his chest.

"You pinch my nipples and I'll end up cutting my throat." He was shaving his upper lip.

I moved my hands to his narrow hips. "What happens if I rim you?"

He laughed. "Come on now! I'll cut myself! I'm really bad with sharp stuff anyway. Every time I pick up a chef's knife I cut myself."

"How about coffee? Can you drink coffee with anything terrible happening? I'll hide the knives."

Michael wiped his face of with the washcloth and then turned and pulled me to him. He tilted his head as I tilted mine and we kissed lightly at first and then tongues got involved.

He pulled away from me and held my face in his hands. "Thank you. This weekend, the ring..............you." My eyes were tearing up and I laid my chin on his shoulder, my arms were wrapped tight around him, his beating heart between my hands and my chest.

I mumbled into his ear. "Why don't we get that coffee before I turn into a blubbering idiot." I lifted my head off of his shoulder, took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

The coffee was ready and I pouring each of us a cup.

The phone rang.

"Michael will you get that, it's probably Rosie." Then as an afterthought. "Check the caller........................ I never got a chance to finish.

Michael had snapped up the phone. "Rosie! For once we're not naked when you're calling."

Michael's face seemed to freeze and then shatter but a moment later it was a mask. "Mr Caldwell.............Brian!" Michael lowered himself slowly onto the chair at the kitchen table while raising his left hand to his forehead. "Ye, ye, yes.......yes he's here." Then moments later. "Since the boy died. Yeah, we do get along." Michael seemed to be deflating before my eyes.

He looked over at me with deer in the headlight eyes. "Jeff, it's Brian Caldwell. He wants to talk to you about the boy."

While Brian Caldwell was telling me basically what Michael had already told me Michael had laid his head on his arms on the table and was slowly shaking it.

I said goodbye to Brian and slowly walked over to Michael and put my hands on his shoulders. "You okay?"

Michael lifted his hands and then dropped them in defeat. "I knew they had to be told. I, I just hoped that I could do it in my own time."

"Who will Brian tell?"

"Officially nobody. But he and Joe are both partners and you're Joe's biggest client. Hell, you're the firms biggest client! No way he's not telling him." He leaned all the way back in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck!"

I sat down next to Michael. "And you feel?"

Michael shook his head slowly and laughed without humor. "Oh let's see, embarrassed, ashamed, stupid, vulnerable, afraid, and a million other things"

I reached forward to take his hand and he almost pulled it away but then didn't. "Pretty fuckin scary isn't it?"

Michael nodded yes but there were tears starting to form in his eyes. "I feel like I'm letting you down."

"Baby, you're not letting me down. You're just going through something that you didn't expect and have never experienced." I squeezed his hand a little tighter. "What hasn't hit you yet is the reality of us as a couple. When you're just by yourself you're vulnerable in so many ways, both financially and emotionally. But now that you're part of an us," I reached up and lightly touched his face, "you're so much stronger............but you have to realize it...............and you haven't yet."

Michael looked at me. "Why do I feel so afraid? How can they do that to me?"

"The nature of the fucking world. Want me to fix it?"

"Whatdya mean?" He looked questioningly at me.

"You're half of an us. My half of the us can fix it, just like if I had a legal problem, your half of the us could fix it. So, ya want me to? I mean it pretty much has to be done anyway."

"Whatdya gonna do?"

"Watch, it'll be a surprise." I picked up the phone and called Joe Callin's private line."

"Hi Joe. I'm good. Calling from Florida. Yeah the weathers great. Joe, you probably already know this but Michael Worthington and I have become partners, well, actually, lovers and the thing is that neither Michael nor I want this to affect my relationship with the firm. Right Joe, Michael wants to just continue to do his thing like this relationship doesn't exist. I guess that I just want to make sure that you feel that that's possible. Great Joe, great. I'll call you when I get back. Bye Joe."

I smiled at Michael. "You're bullet proof."

"What you really mean is that they can't say anything cause their afraid of loosing your account. It's not like they really want me there."

"Michael, you're a good lawyer and for whatever reason they keep you you're going to continue to turn out the fine work that they expect. And another thing, Joe Callin is many things, including being a first rate attorney and an ornery son-of-a-bitch but also, I believe, an honorable guy. When my ex-wife outted me Joe and I were working on the divorce one night and finally went out to get some dinner. At some point during the meal I asked Joe how he felt about all of this, I mean me being gay and all. He looked at me and said." "Jeff as long as I don't have to sleep with ya I really don't give a damn."

"Michael, there's no doubt in my mind that that's how Joe feels about this. He's a businessman and his main concern is the bottom line."

Michael looked up at me. "He wants to keep you happy."

"Yeah Michael, there's some of that, maybe even a lot of that but I really think that he's one of those straight guys that just doesn't give a fuck. And, I don't think that there's any way that he's gonna let the information out to the rest of the firm."

I pulled him up into my arms. "Nothing bad is gonna happen, Michael." I wrapped my arms tight around him while he rested his chin on my shoulder. I spoke very softly. "Why don't we go out onto the patio and finish our coffee by the pool? Naked."

There was a smile in Michael's voice. "You just wanna look at my dick."

I laughed and pulled Michael's towel loose and let it drop to the floor. "Not just your dick sweetheart, that fantastic butt of yours too."

We sat side by side on a double chaise lounge that hadn't been there the last time that I had been to the house. God love her, Rosie at work! The sun was just beginning to get the patio warm and there was still a bit of mist rising off of the heated pool.

I reached down and took Michael's hand. "Warm enough babe?"

"Yeah I'm good. How warm is it supposed to get today?"

"Been hitting the high seventies but it'll be warmer here because we're protected from any breeze." I was playing with Michael's fingers.

"Michael, let's talk about money and get it the fuck out of the way." I could feel him tense. "Okay, okay! Stay calm! It's just that...........well first I totally agree with why you were mad at me for not discussing the plane with you."

He looked at me very seriously. "Do you really understand?"

I lifted his hand and kissed it. "I didn't give you a chance to make a decision. I tried to take that away from you. But let me ask you a question. Were you opposed to the idea of the plane too or just the fact that I tried to con you?"

Michael swung his left leg over my waist and sat straddling me, he reached down and interlaced his fingers through mine.

"The manipulation pissed me off. The plane...........well.........I have no point of reference for the plane, it's beyond anything I ever really considered. I guess from my point of view it seems excessive." He smiled. "But it sure is cool."

I spread my arms, which caused him to lean forward and then I raised my head and kissed him. "The thing is, if I had been making this trip by myself, I would have done it the same way. It's not like you being along increased the cost or anything." Michael's naked ass was directly on top of my cock, which was reacting with a mind of its own.

Michael tilted his head to the side and smiled at me. "Jeff, sweetheart, you're so full of shit. Why don't you just tell me where you goin with this and we'll save a lot of time."

I laughed. "I don't want you to pay me for anything and still let me shower you with gifts."

Michael was slowly beginning to move his butt very slightly back and forth. He laughed out loud. "What kinda gifts?"

I laughed. "Well, like tiara's and shit. No, just stuff, like the plane............and stuff..........it's just that you've got me afraid to do anything." An idea popped into my head.

"How about we use your fellow attorneys and let them work this out?" He started to speak but I held up my hand to silence him. "Really, think about it. You get Brian, he already knows that you're gay, and I'll use Joe and let them work out some reasonable arrangement that we both can live with." He started to speak but then stopped and I knew that I had him.

"You won't pressure them?"

"Honest to god I won't, Michael. Whatever they come up with is fine with me.

"I promise that I'll tell Joe exactly what happened and how I would like this to work out but beyond that nothing. Whatever they come up with, they come up with." Michael's ass was becoming slick with my precum as he gently moved his ass forward and back.

I grinned up at Michael. "You can't possibly be ready to get fucked again?

He bent down and kissed me. "I told ya that you were starting something."

Lost and found chapter 3

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The phone was ringing. I knew this to be true but was unable to move to answer it because I was really still asleep but it just wouldn't stop.

Finally I felt Michael sit up and reach over me to the nightstand. He picked up the phone and said. "Callin & Callin, can I help you?" Then. "Oh fuck! Oh shit, what am I saying?" He fumbled around and finally turned on the light. "I'm so sorry! I was asleep. This isn't Callin & Callin." Then plaintively. "Can I help you?"

"Oh hi Rosie. Jeff is right here. Well of course he is, this is his house. Hang on Rosie."

I was approaching consciousness due mainly to Michael shaking me and calling my name.

"Jeff! Jeff! It's Rosie! On the phone! God she must think I'm a moron!" Michael handed me the phone and then fell back against the pillow with his hands over his face.

I sat up, shielding my eyes from the light on the nightstand and took the phone.

"You ever sleep Rosie?"

"Hardly ever boss. You fellas sure are smooth, first thing in the morning."

"I thought I was doing great, although I don't think that Michael's a morning person."

Michael had rolled over onto his stomach and covered his head with the pillow. His voice was muffled. "Tell her I'm not usually this dumb!"

"Michael says to tell you that he's not usually this dumb."

Rosie was laughing. "Boss, when you look like Michael, it just don't matter. Actually with his looks he could get away with bein a whole lot dumber."

I laughed. "Rosie, I hope you didn't call at 5:30 in the morning to flirt with my boyfriend."

"Nope boss. I got a call a couple of hours ago from that dude that I always talk to in Australia. Well anyway, he tells me he's seein big buy orders comin through from the big houses. So I wanted to see if it was gonna continue, you know like when they started trading in Europe and it did at first and then it stopped but now it's started again and I'm thinking you might wanna cover you short positions before this hits New York."

She had my total attention now. "How big Rosie?"

"Huge Boss, this ain't speculators, this is the big houses. Futures are up almost twenty points on Globex."

"You got the buy orders ready Rosie?"

"Boss, I just gotta push the button."

"No sense in being greedy, do it Rosie."

"Orders are in Boss. Want me to call you with the fill prices?"

"No, I'll be in later. We can go over it all then. I'm thinking of going short Crude, think about and we'll talk later."

She laughed. "You think they jiven us about this war?"

I yawned and ran my right hand over Michael's shoulders. "I'm thinking maybe. Ask Henry to put together a strategy." I lifted the covers and peaked at Michael's butt. He pulled the covers back around him and mumbled. "Pervert!"

There was an aggravated tone to Rosie's voice. "If he ever gets his lazy butt in here."

"Now, now, Rosie. Not everyone is an insomniac." Then quickly. "No, no, don't even say it! You can leave as soon as New York closes. Hell, earlier if you want. Aaaaannnnddd a bonus!"

"Now you're talkin my language Boss!"

"So then it's okay if I go back to playing with my boyfriend?"

Rosie was laughing. "Boss honey, you give that boy a big kiss for me."

"Well, if you insist Rosie, I may just do that very thing."

After hanging up I slid down and pulled Michael to me. He rolled over and laid his head on my right shoulder and his arm over my chest. "She's gonna tell everybody in your office that you're married to an idiot."

I laughed. "She thinks you're cute, real cute actually." I kissed his forehead. "I do too." Michael moved his right leg over mine, his upper thigh lightly pressing against my cock.

Michael whispered into my chest. "I don't want to go to work. I don't ever want to leave this room."

I put my hand on the side of Michael's head and lightly ran my fingers through his hair. I kissed him again. "I feel like you're safe in my arms, that we're safe together, warm and safe. Well, maybe warm, safe and horny."

Michael giggled into my chest and then sighed. "Is it fucking snowing out?"

"Can't tell but probably."

An idea began to form but I decided to take it slowly. "What? You don't like the snow? You're supposed to love it, you live in Wisconsin."

"God Jeff, I hate it when it's like this, cold, dreary."

I rubbed Michael's back. "Think you could get tomorrow off?"

"I don't know. Why? You know, come to think of it, I've never asked for a day off."

"It'd be a long weekend. We could go someplace warm, someplace we could lie naked in the sun."

Michael lifted his head off of my chest. "Where? You know we'd never get tickets. This time of year you can't just call and expect to leave the next day, besides, the drive to Milwaukee, it's all just so far."

"Well, first things first. You think there's a chance of getting the day off, then we could leave tonight when you get off work?"

Michael was obviously getting into the idea of taking off for someplace warm. He sat up and then swung his leg over so that he was straddling my lap. "You know, I just might be able to. If I can get off I'll have my secretary start calling around for tickets."

I held my hand up for a second and then lightly touched Michael's arm. "No babe, let Rosie take care of it. You're right, it'll be hard to get tickets and Rosie wrote the book on this sorta stuff." The ice was getting very thin.

Michael's knees were squeezing me in excitement. "Okay, so where are we goin?"

"I've got a house in Florida...Naples. My dad bought the property back in the sixties and built the house just before he died. Janet tried getting it in the divorce but my dad had set it up in a trust that she couldn't break. He never did like her."

"What about your mom? Won't she be there?"

I laughed. "Oh god! Leave Palm Beach? No fucking way! Anyway, I'm sure she's convinced that when I'm there it's just one big gay orgy after another. She'd never come near the place." I smiled up at Michael. "You're excited."

Michael looked like a little boy. "You bet I am. It's just that this endless winter drags me down and................well the whole thing about the boy, Scott. Not exactly designed to chase away the winter blues." He smiled down at me and then laid his head next to mine and stretched his legs out so that he was lying on top of me. "I wanna be naked with you. Someplace where it's warm enough to be naked. Just you and me, together, in the sun. God I hope Rosie can find tickets!"

I kissed Michael's forehead. "Count on it. Rosie never fails." Then covering my ass. "I'll tell her to do whatever she's gotta do." I was lying to my boyfriend and at some point in the next eight hours I was gonna have to undo it. I........I just didn't want to freak him out. He's sensitive about the difference in our financial situations and I don't blame him, I would be too if our positions were reversed.

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I rammed the car through the snow bank that had built up at the entrance to the private part of the airport, the wheels spinning uselessly for a second and then catching. In the distance it looked like the huge yellow snowplows were just finishing up the job of clearing the runways, their overhead lights flashing and casting a strange, pulsing glow across the piles of snow around the runway.

Michael was yelling. "I should be fucking mad at you! I don't mow fucking lawns for a living! I'm a fucking attorney!" Michael turned his head quickly and glared at me. "I can pay my own way!"

"I know! I know you can." As we were approaching the guardhouse I slowed down and glanced at Michael. "Look! I fucked up!" Then softly. "I love you. Don't be mad."

The guard looked hard at my car and then, recognizing me, waved me through. I speeded up and swung a bit to the right and headed to the hangar.

Michael turned slightly in his seat. "This doesn't have anything to do with my love for you." He turned back so that he was facing forward and spoke softly. "I love you too.......and that isn't going to change. But Jeff, you should have told me. Maybe I wouldn't have wanted to go but maybe I would. The fact is that you didn't want me to make that decision."

"Baby, I fucked up. You're right. You should have had the chance to say no. And you're right that I thought you might say no, so I tried to take that decision away from you." I reached for Michael's hand and he didn't pull it away. His fingers were warm and dry. "I'll never do it again! I promise that I won't make your decisions for you. I do respect you. You know that don't you?" The plane was directly in front of us, its lights rotating and flashing rhythmically, the captain, Jim Walderson standing by the stairs with a younger man in a parka. "We don't have to go now. Just say the word and we can go back home or drive to Milwaukee and catch a commercial flight."

Michael looked at me seriously. "I'm paying for half of this. And you're taking the check. No bullshit!"

I was totally guilty of everything that Michael had accused me of. A person can get used to making the decisions............for everyone. But I never should have done that with Michael. He was right, I treated him like I didn't trust him to make the right decision and now I was terrified that I had damaged a relationship that was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Does that mean that you forgive me?" I tried the slightest of smiles.

Michael gave me a despairing look. "Of course I forgive you! I fucking love you!" He reached over and took my face in his hands and spoke softly. "Love you." Then even more softly. "I didn't fall in love with you for the day, or the weekend and I didn't do it thoughtlessly, and it isn't going to change. The only thing that I ask, is that you respect me, as much as I respect you."

"I promise Michael. Really, I promise." Then a long second later. I looked down and then back up at him. "I need you to kiss me."

And then his lips were on mine, his arms around my neck, a little sound coming from the back of his throat. His breath was warm and clean tasting as I inhaled it and I could feel a faint stubble on his face. As we were breaking the kiss I could see Walderson over by the plane, staring at his feet.

"Hun, we better get on board. If that's what you really want. But," I nodded towards the plane, "we're keeping the crew waiting."

Michael smiled. "Florida! Let's go!"

I waved at the captain and he immediately sent the younger man over to help us with our luggage and he then took my car and pulled it into the hangar. Michael and I walked towards the plane. I held my hand out to the captain.

"Jim, this is my partner Michael Worthington." Jim Walderson is probably the calmest, most unflappable, man that I've ever known, a great quality in a pilot.

Jim and Michael extended their hands simultaneously. "Nice to meet you Mr. Worthington."

Michael smiled. "Just Michael, Jim." He laughed. "Too cold for formality."

Jim started to steer us towards the plane. "Well fellas, I can help you with the cold part. Hop on board and I'll have you in seventy degree weather in a few hours." Then pointing at the doorway. "Bill is in there. He'll fix you boys up with a couple of drinks and a nice dinner.

We climbed into the plane and Bill, the steward, came over and helped us off with our coats, which he then hung up. Terry, the co-pilot wave to us from the cockpit as we walked past it.

Bill had a tendency to fill every empty second with conversation and while that's a trait that normally aggravates me with Bill it just seems funny.

Bill said. "God, when you think about it, this is just like White Christmas in reverse. Instead of going north for the snow we're going south for the sun. Well, if you guys are Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye, I quess that means that I must be either Rosemary Clooney or Vera Ellen." Bill had just gotten us seated on either side of a table facing each other and as he turned to walk towards the front of the plane. "Great chow tonight Mr. Palmer. I raided Lufthansa."

The planes engines revved high and then settled down and we began to roll slowly towards the main runway, the wing tips of the plane flapping gently. The phone on the table buzzed and Jim asked me if we were ready to go. "The sooner the better, Jim."

Michael was looking around and slowly shaking his head. He looked at me and laughed.

"Holy shit!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then looked at me again. "I see that you're not exactly a new customer."

I reached out and took his hand in mine, not sexually or even romantically but just a contact. "It's not really any different than a sky box at a football stadium. We deal with people who handle huge amounts of money, sometimes you need things like this. We used to have our own but now we just use Jim's company. They've got four of these Falcon 900's and they can take you about anywhere."

"The last couple of years before my dad died he used them a lot, private planes that is, not this company. He was so sick at times that he just couldn't deal with a commercial flight and also I think that when he was in Florida he felt he could be however he wanted to be. He didn't have to put up a brave front if he didn't feel like it. Nobody knew him there."

The phone buzzed again just as we were making the turn onto the main runway. It was Bill. "Mr. Palmer, I figure you want you usual martini but I was wondering what Mr. Worthington would like."

I looked up at Michael. "Martini?" He nodded yes.

"Make it two, Bill."

"Just as soon as we're airborne Mr. Palmer. Just another couple of minutes."

The plane completed its swing and the engines revved up to what seemed almost impossible power and then we were hurtling down the runway. A few seconds later and the nose came up and we were away.

The relatively few lights of the mostly dormant airport were quickly disappearing beneath us and then we were climbing above farmhouses in the countryside with porch lights casting yellow circles on the snow. The plane began to level off around thirty thousand feet and Bill came aft with a pitcher of Martini's.

"Gentlemen, if you would like to have these drinks back in the lounge I'll set the table for dinner while you're relaxing." We got up and followed Bill back to an area with a sofa and cocktail table.

I pulled Michael down next to me. He sprawled on the sofa, leaning against me, our heads touching. Bill headed off to the galley area and I put my arm around Michael's neck and untied his necktie and then pulled it off.

"You've forgiven me." It was a statement.

He turned his head slightly and looked into my eyes. "Of course." He smiled and then touched his forehead to mine. "If I didn't forgive you I wouldn't get to make love to you. And..........if I didn't get to make love to you," he waved his hand, "what would be the point of.............anything?" My arm was stilled draped over Michael's shoulder and I pulled him in for a kiss.

I snuggled my head next to Michael's. "Tell me about your day."

Michael swung his legs up on the sofa and was lying with his back against me and his head resting on the side of my chest. My arm was lying across his chest. He rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Frantic, like always. We're working on a big acquisition for a client and there's like a zillion details to deal with. Oh, by the way, Caldwell said that he was sending you a preliminary report on the boy, Scott. But don't look for too much just yet. It's just gonna be stating what's already known, what we need to find out and how he's gonna go about it. Like a plan."

I suddenly remembered again something that had occurred to me earlier. "Shit! Michael I remembered something today that I never even told the cops. Remind me to email them when we get to the house."

He twisted around in my arms and looked at me. "What?"

"When I was pulling in to that rest area there was an old van pulling out. It was quite a ways away from me but I think it was white or some light color." I sighed. "Doesn't add much does it?"

Michael rolled back around. "No way to know. If we start turning up possibles it could mean a lot. How old you figure it was?"

"Geez, I'm really bad at guessing the age of cars. Five, ten years old. Hell, it coulda been twenty. I'm clueless when it comes to stuff like cars. But if they went in to the john they musta seen the kid and maybe even dropped him there."

Bill suddenly appeared on my left. He hunkered down next to us and spoke quietly, almost conspiratorially. "Fellas, I put your salads on the table and whenever you feel like eating them is fine. We've got plenty of time. When you guys start on them I'll start the other stuff." I knew that Bill was gay and rumor had it that he and the copilot, Terry, were an item. It felt good that he was gay too, like we had someone with us who understood.

As Bill was walking away Michael twisted in my arms so that he was lying with his cock pressed against my leg. God, his butt looked perfect! He looked up at me with those hazel eyes and the softest looking, longest looking eyelashes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said. "I want you to fuck me this weekend. I wanna feel what it's like." My cock was instantly hard.

I ran my fingers through Michael's hair. "I wanna fuck you bad! But are you sure you're ready?"

"Only one way to find out." He reached down and grabbed my very obvious hardon. "This from the thought of fucking me?"

"Yep."

Michael just smiled and said. "Oh my."

I bent my head down and kissed the top of his. His hair was touching my face. "Whatdya say we eat some dinner?"

Michael pushed himself up off of the sofa and then pulled me up. He had come right from work and was still wearing a white dress shirt that we had managed to wrinkle a bit and dark gray dress pants that were tenting out with his hardon.

We sat down and started eating our salads. Michael glanced up at me and then said. "So, is it gonna hurt?"

I smiled at him. "The salad? I don't think so but eat it slowly."

Michael made a grinning face at me. "Smart ass! You know what I mean. Just how painful is giving you my virginity gonna be?"

From the way he said it I had to laugh. I rested my chin on my hand and tried to look thoughtful. "I'm not sure that technically it's your virginity. Well.........maybe it is. Anyway," I reached forward and ran the back of my knuckles over the back of his hand, "if we're careful and take our time, it doesn't have to be painful and once you get used to it, it's fucking fantastic."

Michael smiled with a mouthful of salad, then after swallowing he said. "How much screaming am I gonna be doing before the fucking fantastic part?"

I laughed. "Not much, anyway, the gag stops most of it."

Michael laughed and then his face turned serious. He reached out with his index finger and touched my hand. "I've been thinking about you inside of me. Sometimes at work it just kinda pops into my head. It's almost like......well.....like a need." He blushed slightly and waved his hand as if to wave the idea away. "I sound like an idiot."

"Michael, in a way it is a need. At least I think that I know what you mean. I don't have a lot more experience than you but I had been fucked before and while it was okay it wasn't like it is with you." I was looking into his eyes and then looked away. "With you it's something more..........it's the love I guess. Anyway, it's way better than before."

We were just finishing our salads and Bill showed up with chicken breasts that had been roasted with slices of truffles under the skin, oven roasted potato's and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. "Were the salads okay guys?"

We both nodded enthusiastically. "They were great Bill."

Michael looked at me and slowly shook his head. "I'm gonna gain a hundred pounds living with you. You always eat like this?"

I tapped the edge of his plate with my fork. "Eat! You're gonna need your strength. You burn a lot of calories moaning."

I took a bite of chicken and then stared over at Michael. "You really do have a gorgeous butt." I laughed, partly because it was embarrassing. "When you put on one of my suits in the morning and you're walking around tying your tie and stuff I watch the way that your butt moves in my pants, the way that the material contours itself to you butt cheeks."

Michael took a sip of wine and said. "How come you never told me you were lusting after my ass?"

"I didn't wanna freak ya out. I was just thrilled that you were fucking me. You're getting pretty good at that you know."

Michael reached over and interlaced his fingers through mine. "I like my work."

Then Michael's face got a bit darker. Any surprises waiting for me in Florida, like a twenty thousand square foot mansion or anything?

I chewed down on one of the tiny roasted potato's. "Nope! I'll give you the whole story. Sometime during the late fifties or sixties my dad started going to Naples instead of Palm Beach. He owned a house in Palm Beach, actually the one my mom lives in now but for some reason he wanted to explore Naples. Anyway, he falls in love with it and buys something like sixty acres on the gulf but for years he didn't do anything with it. Now I know that sixty acres on the water seems like a big deal now, but back then it wasn't. I can remember when I was a little boy and my dad would mention that land, it was like it wasn't a big deal. He figured he got it cheap and finally in the early nineties he built a house on about ten of the acres and sold off the rest."

Michael gave me a wide eyed look. "Still, ten acres on the gulf! How big is the house?

I felt guilty. I always feel guilty about what I have, what's been given to me. "It's about thirty seven hundred square feet and..........it's pretty nice. Two years ago I had it remodeled to kinda bring it up to date."

I touched Michael's arm to get his attention. "Michael, it's really important to me that you understand, because most people don't. All that I was ever taught from the time that I was a little kid was the responsibility that I had, responsibility to employees and responsibility to our investors. I know that there are rich kids who just spend their lives fucking off but I wasn't raised that way. When I wake up in the morning the first thing that hits me is the fear that maybe, somehow, I fucked up, that somehow I did something that might put in jeopardy the future of our investors or employees." I cocked my head and looked at Michael. "You're the only truly happy thing that's happened to me since before my kids decided they hated me."

Michael had been staring at me while I spoke, then he reached out and pulled my head forward and kissed me, then slowly released me and sat back down. He held my eyes for a moment and then ducked his head. I could still feel his lips where they had been pressed to mine. "I do understand, or rather I'm beginning to. I guess at first I didn't understand." He smiled at me. "Some lawyer huh? I make English sound like it's not my first language."

I reached across the table and touched the side of Michael's forehead with the back of my fingers. "It's okay. I understand what you're saying.......and thanks."

Michael smiled at me and laid his head on his hand. "So I guess this means we won't have to sleep in a tent on the beach?"

I got up and pulled Michael back over to the sofa and pulled him down onto my lap. His left arm was around my neck and my arms were around his waist. I could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt. He made me feel so good, just his being there, just his being him.

"No babe, you won't have to sleep in a tent."

Michael turned slightly and laid his head on my shoulder, his mouth was next to my ear and he whispered softly. "I want you in me Jeff. I wanna feel your cock shooting in me, for us to be totally together. I mean, I know we have but for me this'll be different."

I kissed Michael's neck just under his chin. "I wonder if there's anyway we can get em to fly this plane faster?"

Michael slid backward off of my lap onto the sofa. "Doesn't matter, I'll still be hard. I've been hard since we met. My dick must think that I've started making porn movies."

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We came in over the Gulf of Mexico and settled slowly to the runway of the Naples Municipal Airport, the engines reversed thrust and soon we were moving to the private part of the airport.

Bill came up to us with our coats that seemed so inappropriate now. "Mr. Palmer, it's been wonderful to see you again and Mr. Worthington wonderful to meet you for the first time."

"Been great to see you again too Bill. You gonna be on the return flight on Sunday?"

Bill was standing with his hands clasped in front of his body. "Yes sir. We're picking a couple of businessmen up in about an hour, dropping them in Chicago and then on to Madison. But will be here Sunday evening to pick you up. Oh, and Mr. Walderson had your car brought over like usual. The keys are under the mat."

After the twenty degree weather that we had just experienced in Wisconsin, the seventy degree, warm, humid air hit as shock. The car that I keep in Florida was sitting about fifty feet from where the plane stopped. Michael stepped off the bottom steps of the stairs and held his arms up in the air.

"Thank fucking all!" He spun around twice and then hugged me hard. "God Jeff, I fucking love it!"

I couldn't stop smiling. Seeing Michael this happy, not in love happy but just joyous, little boy happy, gave me a tremendous thrill. I wanted more than anything to shower him with things he had never experienced, things he had never owned or ever dreamed existed but of course, I couldn't, not yet anyway. I knew that for at least a while there was no way the Michael would ever tolerate that.

I put my hands on his hips and said, "So this means you kinda like this?"

He rested his arms on my shoulders. "Babe, I fucking love it!"

We loaded our little bit of luggage into my dad's old BMW and headed for the house. My house has about three hundred feet of ocean or rather gulf frontage, almost every room faces the water. The master bedroom complex is the southern most room, followed to the north by a small media room, the kitchen, dining room and living room. Then on the east side of the house is a library/office and various utility rooms also the stairway that leads to the second floor, which has another three bedrooms. My dad loved the house and shortly before his death had a pool and patio put in just in front of the living room and dining room. At some point during my dad's trips to the area, somebody had gotten bit by a shark in the gulf and he decided that he wasn't taking any chances.

I use a service that keeps the house clean and when I'm coming down or going back home they go in and either stock up on food and clean the place or pitch the food and clean the place. Yes, it's indulgent and yes I feel guilty about it but I'm working on that. Actually Rosie has been a big help in adjusting my attitude towards these things and since she knows how nutty I get about it, whenever I'm headed down there she'll usually call and make all the arrangements.

Twenty minutes later we were pulling into the driveway. I pulled into the garage and we grabbed our stuff and went through the hallway that led to the kitchen. I was flipping on lights as we went. A dark house that hasn't been lived in feels so dead.

I pulled Michael through a dimly lit living room over to the French doors that led to the patio and pool. I flipped a switch and the pool glowed sapphire blue with tropical fish and turtles done in mosaics of bright yellows and greens, swimming through mosaic seaweed, around the sides of the pool.

Michael looked at me. "Can we go out there?"

"Babe you can do anything you want."

Michael turned to me and laid his chin on my shoulder and put his arms around my waist. "I wanna brush my teeth, take a shower with you and then have sex, also with you."

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Michael hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down and then off. I watched as the elastic waistband was stretched over his gorgeous butt and then reformed itself against his thighs as he removed the shorts. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his narrow waist, pulling him back against me. I kissed the back of his neck and then the side of his jaw as he twisted his head. The energy of life was so intense in him, like a sleek racehorse with quivering muscles.

He giggled and then reached behind himself and grabbed my hard cock. "Ya like me, huh?"

I ran my left hand slowly down the front of his body, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, and then wrapped my hand around his cock. "Yep, I'm thinking that I do."

He turned his head slightly again. "You do understand that if you keep slowly jerking me off and poking me in the butt with your dick that I'm probably gonna shoot?"

I smiled and took Michael's hand. "In that case we better get you under running water." I pulled him into the shower. There were eight spray heads shooting warm water at us.

"Wow, great shower!"

We came together in a kiss with the warm water hitting us from all sides, rocking back and forth as we explored each others tongues. I sucking on his and then he on mine and then licking the side of his jaw while he twisted his head back and groaned from the pleasure of it.

I grabbed the shower gel and a sponge and started doing Michael's back. He flexed his shoulders as I rubbed the lather in, my stiff dick swinging and slapping his butt. I reached down and ran a soapy hand between his ass cheeks.

"I'm gonna shove a soapy finger up your butt. Can you handle that?"

Michael turned around and poked me with his dick. "We gotta do something with these or we're gonna put an eye out." I said.

My hand was on Michael hip as he turned. "You're gonna go slow, right?" I moved my hand from his hip to gently cup his balls.

"Real slow, well, as slow as you need." I rested my arms on Michael's shoulders our cocks mashed together. "The point of this is pleasure and I would never hurt you."

Michael's eyes flashed. "Go for it." Then. "Do you want me bent over or anything?"

I turned him toward the wall of the shower, then pulled him away from it about three feet. "Okay, just lean forward with your hands on the wall." I chuckled. "Pretend I'm a cop, it helped me."

I knelt on the floor of the shower with the most beautiful ass that I've ever seen in front of me. I reached forward and soaped Michael's ass thoroughly and then gently began moving just the tip of my little finger into his ass.

"You okay?"

"Feels great, you can do more." With my other hand I reached between Michael's legs and tried to pull his cock backwards between his leg but there was no way that I could even pull it down to horizontal.

"I'm gonna use a bigger finger." I started massaging his butt hole with my middle finger, moving slowly towards the center and then finally pushing it gently into him.

When my finger made it in to the second knuckle Michael said. "Ohhhh!"

"What oh? Good oh or bad oh?"

"More like, oh my fucking god, oh. How far are you in?"

"Second knuckle. Clamp down on my finger as hard as you can."

Michael clamped down. Damn he was tight. I laughed. "Damn you're tight."

"That's good right?"

"Sure is babe. Now I'm gonna lightly massage your prostate with my finger." I moved my finger further into his smooth butt and then started to lightly rub his prostate. He immediately pushed his butt back towards me.

"Oh fuck Jeff!"

I laughed. "You like that?"

"Do it again Jeff........and try two fingers"

My own cock was practically squirting precum and looking between Michael's spread legs I could see a long string of precum running from the head of his dick to the floor of the shower. Periodically his dick would pulse and another glob of it would run down the strand. I reached forward and let some accumulate in my hand and then rubbed it around the head of Michael's cock. His legs immediately tensed up and he began to double over.

"Fuck no Jeff! Man, I am so fucking close to shooting!" I let go of his cock at once.

"Okay babe, just relax. I'm goin in with two." I pushed in the first half inch of my middle finger and then joined it with my index finger. When they first went in together Michael made a little noise, more of surprise than pain.

"All right Michael, now I'm just holding my hand steady and I want you to push back against it. If it hurts, stop." After a few minutes I was able to move freely and more or less painlessly in and out of Michael's butt.

Michael turned his head and looked down at me. "I want......I need you in me Jeff. Now." I reached over and turned the shower off and turned the steam on low.

"Okay, come on down on you hands and knees." Michael got down on the floor of the shower and before facing the wall he kissed me and sucked on my tongue.

Michael smiled. "Okay, I'm ready." Then. "Go slow."

As I touched the head of my dick to Michael's asshole the problem for me was to keep from cumming as soon as I started to enter him. I was concentrating on the memory of seeing my grandmother naked and then before I knew it Michael had pushed halfway back onto my dick. I looked down at his gorgeous butt with my cock sticking halfway into it and further up his body the broad spread of his shoulders. His head was thrown back and he was making an "ennnn, ennnn, ennnn," sound. I pulled my cock back a little and then began the slowest possible fucking motion. His head was turned slightly to the side and the hard line of his jaw was visible with a faint shadow of stubble and his mouth partly open.

When I pull my cock almost all the way out of Michael's ass and his muscles clamp down just behind the head of my dick the sensation is almost overwhelming.

"Oh fuck I love you!" That just came out, outta nowhere, I meant it but it was like my conscious mind wasn't saying it, like it was coming from somewhere deep. "I'm gonna go a little faster. Can you take it?"

"Yeah. I think anyway. Try it. Ahhhh! Are you all the way in?"

I had been slowly pushing forward and now my balls were lying against Michael's. "Yep, I am now. You okay?"

"Fuck Jeff, it's.........it's fucking unreal. By the way, I love you too. Kiss me." Michael rose up with my cock buried to the hilt in him and twisted his head and torso so that we could complete some sort of kiss, my arms were wrapped around his chest.

"Michael let's try this on our sides. Just drop slowly forward and then turn on your side."
My cock fell out on the way down but once I was positioned behind Michael on the floor of the shower I lifted his right leg and crossed my right leg over his left and entered him again. In this position it was easier to kiss and also easier to fuck.

"Oh yeah," Michael said, "this is way easier! Fuck me harder Jeff." Then quickly. "Not real hard but a little bit." He reached back with his right hand and placed it on my hip.

"Guide me with your hand Michael. If you want harder pull and if you want me to slow down just hold me back." My cock was moving smoothly in and out of his ass. Michael was incredibly tight but it was obvious that he was loving this big time and had even begun pushing back against me on my forward stroke.

My left arm was under Michael's head and my right hand was under his right knee, holding his leg up out of the way as I fucked him. I was moving fully into him now, slowly but strongly. Michael was gasping quietly and regularly on each thrust into him. I knew where he was at. It's that point where you're balanced between pain and pleasure, where you don't really think you can stand much more of it but at the same time the sheer physical pleasure is almost overwhelming.

"Oh God, Jeff! Oh fuck, I don't know!" His head was rolling back and forth on my arm.

"You okay babe? Want me to stop?"

"No! Not yet anyway." I let go of his leg and wrapped my hand around his cock, which after going soft right after I entered him, was now rock hard and plastered up against his stomach. I was at the point where I could cum any time that I wanted to and I didn't want this fuck to get to the point where it might turn into a negative thing.

"Feel my hand on your dick?"

"Oh fucking yes!"

I put my mouth right by his ear. "I'm gonna shoot my cum in your ass Michael. A big load of hot creamy white cum just for you babe." As soon as I said the words I could feel Michael's body react, his stomach muscles tightened, his back began to arch and his leg muscles began to tense. He half turned his head to me.

"I'm cumming. Oh fuck I'm cumming" I was just holding his dick when he began to spray his semen up over his upper chest and left shoulder, at the same time I was shooting in his ass. I thought for a moment that I was going to pass out from the steam and the intensity of my orgasm but I laid back on the floor of the shower my dick still draining itself into Michael's ass and tried to catch my breath.

I pulled Michael over so that he was half on top of me, his back to the side of my chest. I looked at him gasping for breath and when I reached over and started to spread his cum over his chest his head just rolled toward me while his stomach muscles went into spasm.

His eyes were half closed but when I started to smear his cum around they flashed open and he said," Oh fuck! "then closed them.

We laid there for a while just listening to our hearts beat and our lungs catch up. I could feel my cock begin to drop out of Michael's butt. He just said. "Oh!"

I laced my fingers through his. "So? Was it what you thought?"

He didn't answer right away but sat up and then turned over so that he was lying with his face on my shoulder and his left leg over my mine. He kissed the side of my jaw. He spoke very softly into the side of my neck.

"I............it was so intense. I could feel you shoot in me." He touched the other side of my face lightly with his fingertips. "Why is that so different? I mean.........when you were fucking me and especially when you came in me...........it changed things."

I kissed the side of his head. "Good change or bad change?"

He answered quickly. "Good change! But..........it's kinda weird...........cause I was totally in love with you before the fuck but I'm even more in love with you now and in kinda a different way."

I was stroking Michael's wet hair. "Different how?"

"I'm not really sure............I guess that I have to think about it but it's a sense of rightness...............maybe a feeling of belonging."

I was beginning to become aware of just how hard a marble floor can be. "Michael, we do have a bed ya know."

We got up at the same time and turned the shower back on. Michael smiled at me. "My ass feels................used." He wrapped his arms around me. "I like it."

A few minutes later we were climbing into our bed. I started to lie on my left side so that Michael could spoon me from behind but he stopped me. "Do that to me...........okay?"
He rolled onto his right side and I molded the front of my body to the back of his, my soft cock pressed against his butt. "Yeah, like that, just like that." He pulled my left arm against his chest.

Lost and found chapter 2

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I wasn't cold like I usually am. Michael's left arm was under my neck, the front of his body pressed to my back his right arm over my chest and his right arm holding my shoulder. I could feel his lungs rising and falling and his breath warm on the back of my neck. He wasn't snoring but he was making a small sound, much softer than a snore but similar. It was comforting.

I could hear the wind hitting the windows and even though the heat was on it was obvious that it had gotten even colder outside. God I hate November! It used to be tolerable because of Thanksgiving but with the kids feeling the way they did even that had been ruined. Now it was just a cold, dreary month without even the charm of snow.

I gently pulled Michael's hand off of my shoulder and slid out of bed to go take a piss. I stopped at the thermostat and kicked it up a bit and closed the bathroom door so that the light wouldn't wake Michael. Geez, standing there peeing I realized that I missed him! He was twenty feet away and I missed him! It was a great fuck. When did getting fucked start feeling good? Part of it was that look that he got on his face. That, "is it okay, am I doing what you like" look. And he is a great kisser. Wonder where he learned that or if he's just a natural.

Oh God the boy! He won't be waking up in a warm house this morning. He's dead. No! Don't think about the boy! Later, you'll move heaven and earth but later! But not now, now you need to be with Michael. This guy could be the one and he needs you too.

Michael had rolled over onto his back. I lifted the covers and slid in next to him on my right side. I propped my head on my hand and looked down at him. He looked so peaceful and vulnerable. His brown hair was totally messed up and he was making little movements with his mouth. When my leg touched his he responded immediately and rolled toward me, kinda burying his face in my chest and wrapping his right arm over my hip. I bent my head and kissed his forehead, it was warm and dry. His hair smelled of shampoo. I wondered if he was a good lawyer. Probably was. Callin & Callin only hired the best.

Michael mumbled into my right nipple. "Whatsa time?"

I kissed him again. "It's okay Michael, it's only about five. When do you need to be at work?"

"Mmmmm, they'd like me to sleep at my desk." He held me tighter. "Wonderful last night."

I put my hand on his shoulder and bent to kiss his ear. "For me too." I smoothed his hair with my hand.

"You feel nice and warm." He said as he slid his right leg between my legs. "How did I go twenty-nine years without ever fucking anyone?" He raised his head and looked at me. "How fucking sick is that? How nuts do ya have to be to be afraid to make that total connection with someone?"

I bent down and kissed Michael again. "You're not sick. And for your first time out ya did a really great job."

Michael pulled my head down for another kiss. "We could get in a little more practice before work." He gently cupped my balls and then slowly moved his middle finger back towards my asshole.

Realizing that he was fully awake I laughed and pushed him over on his back. "Let's try a different way." I straddled his waist and bent down and kissed him again. "You'll like this and I got a feeling that I will too." Putting my hands behind my back I rolled a condom down Michael's cock and then lubed my butt. "Okay but remember don't get too carried away until I've had a chance to stretch. I positioned his cock at my asshole and slowly sank down on it while Michael was holding my balls and gently stroking my cock. The feeling was indescribable, even better than last night. As I sank down and his cock filled me and then passed over my prostate I almost shot my load. I put my hand over his to stop him from stroking my cock.

I took a deep breath. "Damn I wish I could explain how good it feels to have you in me."

"Feels pretty good for me too. It's like all hot, wet, tight and............total."

Michael was fucking slowly, steadily. I leaned down to kiss him and nuzzle his neck I kissed him lightly and then more deeply drawing the breath from his lungs. His cock felt like it was made of solid steel in my ass, he was totally, completely hard and his eyes were partially closed as he concentrated on fucking. He was slowly stroking my back as he fucked me, occasionally pulling me down for another kiss. All of the feelings that I was feeling were slowly beginning to concentrate on my cock and I knew that I could shoot at any time. Michael speed was increasing and I lifted myself up so that I was squatting over him rather than sitting on him, which allowed me to meet his upward thrusts. The first time I did it his eyes shot open and he made a little gasping sound.

I bent down so that my mouth was next to his ear. "Michael I want your cum in my ass. I want you to shoot your load inside of me. My ass is yours babe. Fuck it."

Michael gasped out a laugh. "You sure fuckin know what to say. Oh god I'm cumming! Oh fuck!" He was slamming his cock up into me and I started jerking off so that we'd cum about the same time.

"Man I'm shooting on your fucking chest!"

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Michael is left handed and when he shaves he bends over and supports his body on his right hand while he shaves with his left. I'm standing watching him shave, he looks so skinny and so hot, with his cute little butt sticking out and his more than ample cock swinging free.

He turns and looks at me. "What? What?"

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him back against me and kiss the side of his neck. "Looking at you standing there shaving, well, I just thought how right that looked and god, how fucking right you feel." Michael squirmed in my arms twisting his head to the side.

"Jeff, you realize you've got a naked lawyer in your arms? Your other lawyers are gonna be jealous."

I slapped him on the butt. "You finish shaving. I'll be right back." I went into my closet and brought back a suit. "Okay, try these pants." I was holding the pants down and in front of me so that he could step into them.

"You're really determined that I wear your clothes aren't you."

"Well this way you won't have to go home and I get to spend more time with you. Besides, all that shit is just going to waste." Michael gave me a look. "Okay! It's also kinda hot, the thought that you're wearing my clothes."

"I don't have underwear on."

I smiled. "That's even better."

Michael stepped in the pants and I gently scooped up his cock and balls and lowered them into the slacks. "Michael, they look fucking great! Shit they look better on you than they do on me. I'll get a shirt and tie. Oh and shoes too."

He looked fantastic. It was a Brioni suit in a soft Glen Plaid with a white shirt and deep green almost black tie. "Fuck you're handsome." I was still in my bathrobe and leaning against the wall.

Michael came over to me and holding my face in his hands, gently kissed me. "You think that I'm handsome?" He slowly shook his head and then pressed the side of his face to mine. "They see this suit the people at the office will think I've been embezzeling."

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"Michael, I still want you to represent the boy. I want you to make sure the cops don't just forget about this and if you have to I want private detectives."

He turned and looked at me. "You sure?" I gave him a look. "Okay, okay. Let me play devil's advocate. First of all if you want a lawyer to represent the boy, it probably should be a criminal attorney. Don't look at me like that. Wanna do a merger or an acquisition, I'm your guy but the only thing that I know about stuff like this is text book stuff." Michael took a bite of toast. "Then there's the whole idea about whether you want to get involved in this at all. Look Jeff, Callin & Callin are your attorneys. A big part of that is taking the broad view of things and keeping you out of potential trouble."

"So I should just forget about this?" I knew that my voice was getting too loud and Michael got a weird look on his face. I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him. "I know, I know, devil's advocate." I kissed his forehead.

Michael's voice was very quiet, his chin was on my shoulder. "I probably shouldn't even be talking about this yet............. but what about us? What I mean is, that if, and I know you don't wanna make that commitment yet but if, we were to become, you know like boyfriends, I think we ought to keep our work lives as separate as possible."

Michael pulled his head back and looked at me with a look that was heart wrenching. "Jeff, you're this wealthy guy. I can't come even close to matching what you got and if I'm gonna keep any sense of self-worth I need to keep my job separate."

I knew that he was right. Not that I was going to abandon the boy, but if Michael and I did become boyfriends I could understand how he'd need the independence he spoke of.

I pulled Michael in for a deep kiss. "You're right. I still want the firm to represent the boy but I'll leave the choice of the lawyer up to you. As far as the boyfriend stuff goes, well, you're right about that too. But Michael, I'm like the most boring guy on earth. My idea of a good time is to stay home and have a nice meal, a little wine and cuddle with a handsome young attorney." Michael was smiling broadly. "We don't have to do anything that you feel uncomfortable with." I stroked the side of his face. "I won't push you Michael and I'll never put you into the position of feeling like a poor relation. Cause Michael, that just isn't how I think, so we can take this as slow as you want." I let go of him and poured myself another cup of coffee. "The other thing is how I interact with your firm now. You think I should tell Joe?" I was referring to Joe Callin the senior partner in the firm and the guy I always talked to. "You think we should tell him?"

Michael frowned in concentration. "Not yet, let's be sure ourselves of how we feel. Once we're sure of that then if we decide we want to be together then definitely yes we should tell him, and probably do it together."

He got a totally weird look on his face and then dropped his chin to his chest. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck I forgot!" He looked up at me.

"His name is Scott, or was." Michael pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes. "How could I forget that?" He looked up at me. "It was the only thing he said at the hospital before he died. The nurse kept asking him his name and he finally said Scott."

It was like somehow the body of the dead boy was being touched with a wand, a magical wand that imparted this missing bit of humanity, his name. I pictured it spreading across and through him, restoring, in some way, his status as a member of the human race.

I wrapped my arms around Michael and held him by his belt while I rested my face next to his. I said the name, "Scott......... Scott," as if testing it for authenticity. It felt right.

"Pick a good attorney.......someone who never quits...... a real bulldog."

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Rosie brought me a cup of coffee. If I had asked her to bring me a cup she would have given me a fifteen minute lecture on how she wasn't a waitress, or a servant but my assistant and that she shouldn't be expected to wait on me and actually I agreed with her.
She brought me coffee when she wanted information, information best gathered in a heart to heart talk.

"So boss, whatcha think of Michael? You guys gonna see each other again? Ralph says he's skinny. He skinnier than you?"

I laughed. "Rosie, he's not skinny! Actually we're the same size. He wore one of my suits to work today." I glanced up at her quickly and she was rolling her eyes. She sat her ample butt back in the chair and smiled. I smiled too. "So he didn't have to go home and then to work. We could have more time together."

"He was a straight A student at University of Chicago, the boys smart. Course if he wears your suit to work he's got to return it, doesn't he?"

"You've been digging Rosie. Whatcha find out?"

"Well boss, I started to dig and then I figured that if Michael turns out to be the right guy for you that then maybe I shouldn't be invading his privacy. Ya understand? Like he might not be so cool with that. Anyway I figured you'd be doin plenty of diggin on your own if you understand my meaning."

I rested my chin on my hand. "You're right. Let's make him off limits. Besides he's been pretty open with me." I was thinking, as I had been all morning, of Michael's cock flopping back and forth in my suit pants.

"Okay Rosie, the real estate guy. What's happening?"

Rosie shifted her weight in the chair. "He wants $23,500 an acre and I told him we'd give em nineteen grand."

"You think he'll split the difference?"

"Boss, I ain't splittin no damn difference! Besides he's got nobody else gives a damn about that land."

"Rosie, how the hell do you know that?"

Rosie laughed uproariously her whole body shaking with it. She rubbed the tears out of her eyes. "Boss I gotta have some secrets." When she settled down. "Why you want that land so bad anyway? What you gonna do with it?"

I put my feet up on the corner of my desk. "I'm not sure. Maybe nothing. When my grandfather was alive, before I was born, they lived in Chicago and on the weekends he and my grandmother would drive out into the country. Well in those days if you drove fifty miles from the city you were in the middle of nowhere. So grandpa would drive till he found what he consider to be a good intersection, now in those days that would be two twolane highways crossing in the middle of farm land, and he'd buy all four corners if he could. Course it was the depression and just about everything was for sale. Well, you had to be patient but if you were willing to wait twenty years you had a tremendous return." I took my feet off of the desk and took a sip of coffee. "All that land we've got in Illinois we got just that way."

I thought of the way that Michael felt when I kissed him goodbye this morning, the muscles in his back as I wrapped my arms around him, how warm and sweet his breath was, the feeling of his cock pressing against my leg.

Rosie was holding a rolled up magazine to her mouth and speaking into it. "Earth to Mr. Palmer. Earth to Mr. Palmer." She was laughing. "You was thinking about him. Don't tell me you weren't! Oh boss, you might just as well roll over and play dead, cause that boy has got you." She was right.

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All of a sudden I was flooded with doubts. Maybe yesterday was just, well just an accident, two people coming together under totally weird circumstances, who just happened to connect. Maybe I was just a one night stand and he was already trying to think of the best way out of it. Maybe he was just too freaked by the differences in our financial situations and didn't want to bother with it.

At three o'clock I called his cell phone.

"Yeah?"

"Michael!"

"Oh god, Jeff! Wow it's been a fucking day!"

"Michael, are ya coming over tonight?"

"Yeah Jeff but I can't have dinner there. I've got a dinner meeting with Brian Caldwell. He's the guy I got ya to represent the boy, Scott." He hesitated a moment. "But afterwards, I thought that I would, I mean if you want me to, I thought I'd come over, about eight. Would that be okay?"

"Yeah Michael, that'd be great. Michael, pull your car over by the garage, the third door, it's empty. I mean it's really cold out you might as well pull in. Michael? You there?"

"Fuck I missed you today Jeff! Even as nuts as it's been around here today I keep thinking of what it was like waking up with you this morning. How warm you felt." Michael was silent for a moment. "Fuck Jeff, I gotta go! I'll see ya later baby."

"Bye babe."

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I pulled open the back door and Michael was standing there, the collar of his tan overcoat turned up against the cold, his breath visible.

"Come in, come in, Michael." I stepped aside and then took his overcoat when he took it off.

"Damn it's getting cold out there." We were kinda just looking at each other, both feeling uncertain.

Michael was looking a little shy and while I was feeling a bit the same way, I found my hand reaching out and taking the back of his neck and pulling him to me. It was almost in slow motion the way that his head tilted to the left and mine to the right and then our lips came together and then our hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, unzipping and then we were on the floor of the kitchen tearing our clothes off and never breaking the kiss, never wanting to separate for even an instant and then pulling everything out of a cabinet looking for cooking oil and then the sudden pain of penetration and finally he was inside of me, taking me again and still the kiss, still the feel of his tongue in my mouth and the sound of his balls as they slapped against my ass and then cum was everywhere, my chest, his chest, my ass, his face, and the Canola oil was spilt and we were laughing, laughing and exhausted. Two naked men lying on the kitchen floor in each others arms, clothes thrown into a pile in the corner by the refrigerator, laughing and telling each other that they loved each other. I did a quick cleanup of the kitchen floor and then took Michael by the hand and we walked naked to the bathroom.

In the shower I took Michael's face in my hands and held it inches from mine. "This day was perfect shit! All that I could fucking think of all day was you and did you feel about me like I feel about you and what the hell was I gonna do if you didn't. I want us to be a couple. I'll understand if you're nervous about moving in right away and if you need to keep parts of our work lives separate, but we need to be a us. Okay?"

The water from the shower was pouring down over both of us and running in sheets off of Michael's head. I started to laugh and pulled him out from under the shower. "I really don't wanna drown ya." He blinked several times and the green flecks in his eyes flashed.

Michael raised his arms and wrapped them around my back. He held me tightly and lightly rested his chin on my shoulder and then rubbed his face against mine.

When he spoke his voice was soft with an almost faraway quality to it. "I love you. I guess that in a way, I have for a long time." He continued rubbing his face against mine and then pulled his head back and kissed me, his eyes were closed and his head tilted to one side.
Finally he broke the kiss and put his chin on my shoulder again. Our bodies were pressed together, our cocks next to each other. He sighed and laid his head on my shoulder while he stroked my back slowly. "I'm afraid. It's a big step." He lifted his head and looked at me. "But I'm more afraid when I'm not with you. You're right, we need to be a us."

We turned off the shower and dried each other off. Then I grabbed a blanket from the closet and Michael and I laid down on the sofa in the living room, the fire was blazing in the fireplace, supplying the only light in the room. We laid together on the sofa wrapped in the blanket, talking softly and watching the flames.

My left leg was over Michael's left leg and I was half lying on top of him my face next to his. "You're happy with this Caldwell guy?" My mouth was inches from his and I kissed him lightly. Michael's left arm was around me and he was rubbing my back.

His hand came up and pulled my head down to his shoulder. "He's the best." Michael laughed. "Ya know, I don't think that I've ever seen him smile. That's a good sign in a criminal lawyer." He turned his head slightly and kissed my forehead. "He's also a stud!"

I lifted my head up and gave him a look. He pulled it back down and turned his head toward mine, when he spoke it was a whisper. "Don't worry, I'm a married man and sooooooo much in love."

I kissed his ear and then stuck my tongue in it. Michael twisted his head first away and then back towards me. "Holy fuck that feels good!"

"Nobody ever stuck their tongue in your ear?"

"Nope, never." Michael ran his fingers through my hair. "I never let em get that close." He pulled my face to his and kissed me hard and deep, exploring my mouth with his tongue. "But I want you to get close. I want you to be a part of me. I want us to start wondering where one of us ends and the other begins." He raised his head and turned to me. "Ya know what turned me on, what really turned me on? Yesterday when you woke up, well I guess you went to pee but later back in bed you ran your hand up my leg and squeezed my butt and then while you were talking to me you just kinda held my balls." He laid his head back down and kinda grinned at me. "I felt so yours, so much like we were, like you said, an us. I want us to be that way, to be able to touch each other, for us both to be a part of that, us." He turned and looked at me again. "Cause Jeff, I really need you to touch me when you want to, cause I don't want there to be any restraints, I want us to belong to each other totally."

The flickering light coming from the fireplace danced around the walls of the room, casting and dissolving shadows. My fathers portrait on the mantle was in shadows and I wondered briefly what he'd think to see his son in the arms of a man. I guess that when I really thought about it, I knew that he wouldn't care. He had been a kind of an outcast his whole life, at least in the sense of the business he chose to start and the way he lived. I don't ever recall him seeming to give a damn what people thought.

I laid my head on Michael's upper chest feeling the solidity of it. It felt so good to finally have someone to share the burden and Michael was strong. It wasn't a burden of work or poverty but a burden of the spirit and it had weighed so heavily on me for so long. I hadn't realized how hard it had been just being gay but now that I had someone to share that with I was beginning to understand what I had been going through.

I stuck my tongue out and licked Michael's nipple. "Oh fuck that feels good!" He put his hand behind my head and gently pressed it towards his nipple. "Oh god Jeff! Do it again."

I looked up at him. "You've got big nipples. Those are usually sensitive."

Michael covered his nipples with his hands. "Whadya mean they're big?

I smiled at him. "Not like a woman's nipples but, well, more pronounced than big. I love nipples like this." I pushed his fingers away and took another lick. Michael moaned. I held his left nipple between my lips and gently flicked the tip of it with my tongue. He began to twist and raise his chest as if the pleasure were almost too great to bear.

"Oh fuck Jeff, damn that feels good!"

I reached down and circled his balls and cock with my hand, he was rock hard. Michael looked up at me and smiled. "Any chance you'd like to get fucked again?"

I ran my left hand from Michael's cock up his abdomen, to his firm stomach and hard, hairy chest. I smiled down at him. "Ya know I'm gonna become addicted to this?" I swung my left leg over Michael's waist and positioned his cock at my ass. I lubed my butt with spit and then slowly moved down on his dick. My hands were on his shoulders and I was concentrating on dealing with the initial pain as I was being stretched.

Michael had a concerned look on his face. "Jeff, go slow, don't hurt yourself."

"I'm okay babe. I just need a second." The feeling of his cock entering me and then slowly moving up into me was beyond description. It wasn't only a physical feeling but a very emotional experience too, a feeling of possession that was both extraordinarily erotic but also very comforting.

Just as Michael's cock was hitting bottom he reached up and pulled my rock hard cock down and let it slap back up and hit my stomach. "Oh fuck Michael! I'm so close, so fucking close!" The top of his cock was exerting a lot of pressure against my prostate.

As soon as the moment passed I bent forward and kissed him. "Okay let's try this now."
I started rubbing and gently pulling Michael's nipples. The reaction was immediate, his head went flying back, his chest went up and his hips thrust forward. It felt like his dick was gonna come out of my mouth.

"Ohhh Jeff! Holy crap!" Then when he saw the look of pain on my face he rested his hands on my thighs and asked. "Babe, you okay? Those are hotwired directly to my cock. I probably shoulda warned ya."

"Guess I need to treat those a little more gently." Michael was still gently fucking me with very short strokes, almost as if his body was doing it by itself.

"Oh yeah Michael! Just like that, that's so fucking good!" My knees and legs were straddling his hips while I moved gently counter to his thrusts. I started raising myself up higher and moving down on his cock harder while I balanced myself with one hand on the back of the sofa. Each thrust was bringing us closer to cumming and I start to very slowly jerk my cock.

Michael reached forward and circled my balls with his right hand and gently played with them. "Oh fuck Michael. Ya got me so fucking close man! Yeah, play with those balls!" His thrusts were coming much faster and harder now, he was slamming up into me.

"Jeff, I'm gonna fucking cum! Fuck you got a sweet ass! Oh fucking yes, yes!" I could feel Michael shooting in my ass and it triggered my own orgasm.

My first shot almost hit Michael on the chin, the rest shot onto his chest.

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We were standing at the foot of our bed. I guess I really did now consider it our bed. Michael was kissing the side of my neck. His words were spoken softly, tenderly. "Jeff, you make me so happy. And no, it's not just the sex, you're bringing out feeling in me I didn't know I was capable of."

I pulled Michael slowly into bed and wrapped him around me his cock pressed against my ass, his right arm around my chest.

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I rolled on my side and shoved my hands between my knees. I thought that I heard a sound but scrunched more deeply into the warmth of the blankets. Again the sound........ maybe the phone...........yeah, the phone. I reached out and snatched it, pulling it back into the warmth of the covers with me.

It felt cold next to my face. "Yeah?"

"You awake boss?"

"Oh fuck! Yeah Rosie. What's up?" I reached out with my other hand and turned on the light, the harsh glare making me close my eyes.

"Things are down big time in Europe and you've got a nice profit. You thinking of sitting on that or you want me to cash it in?"

I sat up in bed, finally waking up. "No. I wanna keep all of those short postions. I think we're gonna see a few weeks of this." I leaned my head back against the headboard of the bed and closed my eyes. "I think they wanna scare the crap out of everybody so I'm just gonna ride with it." I looked down at my dick sticking up, I pushed it down with my finger and then let it slap back up. Reaching down to the end of the bed I grabbed my bathrobe pulling it up and over my shoulders.

"Okay. You comin in?"

"Yeah Rosie, couple of hours, maybe less."

"See ya then boss."

"Later Rosie." I pushed the off button on the phone and laid it on the nightstand.

I wrapped my terrycloth bathrobe around me tight. The room felt cold and looking outside the day looked like it was going to be a typical November day, cold, overcast and depressing. Dried leafs were being blown across the barely visible yard. In the bathroom I peed and then stared at myself in the mirror.

"Asshole!" I thought. "Janet thinks you're an asshole, your kids think you're an asshole, not only an asshole but a pervert. Well, don't be unfair to Janet, she thinks you're a pervert too."

Looking at myself in the mirror I said out loud. "They're young. They'll come to feel differently."

I stepped on the scale then got off it and started to get into the shower when I realized that I hadn't even looked at my weight. I got outta the shower and weighed myself again. The same 180 pounds that it always is. I stepped back in front of the mirror and made a muscle. "Not bad, not bad at all."

In the shower I jerked off like I always did, wondering how many gallons of cum I had rinsed down this drain over the years. What if the markets in Europe rallied? You'll get creamed. They won't rally. They'll keep falling.

I shaved and walked naked back into my bedroom and then into my closet. I dug out a pair of boxers, slipped them on and then stepped into a pair of soft flannel slacks in a delicate gray, then a deep maroon shirt of very soft wool with long sleeves and a few inches of zipper at the throat. It occurred to me that I had never seen these clothes before. William in San Francisco just sent them. Every season he sends me clothes. I was suppose to send them back if I didn't like them but I never did because I'd feel stupid doing that and from time to time he'd call to see if I liked them and I always said yes and thanked him even though most of the time I didn't know what he'd sent. I had a lot of clothes.

The leather seats in the car were cold and I could see my breath. I pushed the button in the visor and the garage door went up and I pulled out into the cold morning. I looked at my house in the rearview mirror. It looked dead or sleeping or some shit like that, depressing. I knew that Ralph would be coming soon and then the house would come alive. Ralph had a way of doing that. When I got back, the house would be a home, bright with lights and a fire in the fireplace, Ella on the stereo and the smell of food cooking. Janet let me keep Ralph. Well the truth is that she didn't have a choice. He didn't like her, she had always been a bitch to him.

I drove down the blacktop road that led from my house to the main road, the cold of the road coming through in the sound of the tires on it. Things were pretty quiet, it was still early. Looking left and right I could see a few sets of headlights and taillights heading north and south. I turned the car south and brought it quickly up to highway speed. I love this car. I don't usually dwell much on material things but I love this car. I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror. "Bond, James Bond" I laughed out loud.

As I approached the Wisconsin Illinois border I saw the rest area and realized that I had to pee. I slowed the car and looked for cops. I needed to cut across the center strip of the highway to get easily to the rest area and that was illegal. The coast was clear and I swung into the area normally used only by the cops and headed north to the entrance to the rest stop. Well actually it was more than that. In warmer weather it served as a greeting center for people visiting the state and during warm weather the place would be crammed with tourists. They gave away maps and brochures and could really be pretty helpful but now that part of it was closed down and just the toilets were open, the main part of the building closed and shuttered. An old van was pulling out as I was pulling in.

I got out of the car and walked quickly under the bright floodlights to the john, the wind was cold and I was anxious to get back to the warm car. I pulled open the steel door and started walking to the urinals my footsteps echoing against the concrete block walls. I had never even thought to look at the stalls but now I could hear a sound coming from them. It was a gurgling sound and almost a whimper. I finished peeing and flipped my dick back in my boxers and cautiously looked over toward the stalls, I couldn't see anything at first but when I stepped back I saw something that looked like a bundle of fabric in the last stall. I tried to look in the stall without getting too close and then the whimpering sound again. I moved slowly to the door of the stall.

It was a man, or more accurately a boy. He was in dark, torn clothing and his black hair was matted with blood, his legs were splayed out at an odd angle. His right arm was on top of the toilet seat and his head layed against the gray concrete block wall. There was blood pumping out of his nose and draining out of his mouth. His face was badly bruised and beginning to swell. I must have said "Oh fuck!" out loud because he opened his eyes and looked at me with a look of complete horror. He held up his left arm as if to ward off a blow.

I held up my palms to indicate that I didn't intend to hurt him. "It's okay buddy, it's okay. I'm gonna help ya." I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. As I was explaining what I had found he was trying to stop me but since he couldn't move it consisted of plaintively waiving his left hand. Once I had closed the phone I looked at him and he dropped his hand in total defeat. Then looking right at me with tears in his eyes he said. "Hurts." His eyes were a bright blue and were electrifying even under these circumstances. I reached out slowly and lightly touched the top of his hand.

"You're gonna be okay." I gestured toward the door. "They're coming, you'll be okay."

He rolled his head slowly and looked up at me. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. "Doesn't...........matter." There was another pulse of blood from his nose.

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The flashing lights of the ambulance were pulling away when the officer came over to me, the leather of his jacket creaking. "Mr. Palmer can we get your phone number? I don't suspect we'll need it but ya never know."

"Sure. I'm going to the office." I pulled out my wallet. "Here's my card. You can always get me through there." I turned to walk to my car but stopped and turned back.

"What's gonna happen to the kid officer?"

He was writing in a notebook and looked up. "They'll take him to the county hospital. I'll probably interview him there once they clean him up and stabilize him. It's hard to know if there's something seriously wrong with him. I don't think so, just a bad beating but we won't know till the doc's get a look at him." He looked directly at me. "You get used to it. I mean, I know that it's shocking, the violence, blood." His voice trailed off.

"What's the kids name officer?"

"No idea. No wallet, no ID of any kind and he wouldn't give us his name. He's terrified. When something like this happens, especially to someone young, it more than scary it takes a big emotional toll. They probably told him that they'd come back and get him. Some shit like that and they also probably rolled him."

Somehow I didn't think that that was it. There had been more than physical pain on the boy's face, a kind of agony of the spirit that seemed to go deeper.

A minute later I was back on the road on my way to the office but that face was before me. "Doesn't matter." Why would he say that unless there was so little to his life that it really didn't matter, that it really didn't matter whether he lived or died. Five more miles down the road I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and sat, thinking. Finally I tapped the accelerator and the car sprang forward. I turned hard left and drove through the center of the highway again and headed back. I picked up the car phone and called Rosie.

"Sweetheart, I need you to do some stuff." Rosie is my secretary, well, more my assistant. She's a black lady who's about 5'4" and about two hundred and fifty pounds. She's also got a brain that I'd put up against IBM's best.

"First of all, as we speak there's an ambulance headed for the county hospital. In it is a guy with black hair and blue eyes, maybe twenty years old, who's been beaten up. Call the hospital and see to it that he's taken care of. I'm on my way there but I want their best effort."

"Next call my doctor and have him recommend someone on the hospital staff to treat the kid, somebody good. And don't let him give ya that shit that they're all good. Next call Callin & Callin and have them send an attorney over there to represent the kid. The cops'll be talking to him and..............I just want him......... not to be alone." I took a breath.
"Any questions Rosie?"

She was clicking with her tongue at the thought of the violence involved. "Not about this but you got a second?"

"Sure Rosie."

"Well that dumbass real estate agent has been calling about that land. You want it?"

"Yeah but I don't wanna pay what they want."

"Boss," she said indulgently, "that's a given."

"Well.........get it for me Rosie, but cheap."

"But Rosie, this other stuff first. It's important."

"Boss, you can't see it but I'm already dialin."

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The wonderful thing about Rosie is that you don't have to spell things out for her. In a way it's a little scary, like she's reading my mind but the upside is worth it. As I was pulling up to the hospital so was the attorney from Callin & Callin. God only knew what Rosie had said to get a lawyer over here that quickly but it was the sort of thing she pulled off every day.

The guy saw me and was buttoning up his overcoat as he walked over holding out his hand. "You must be Mr. Palmer." We shook hands. "Your secretary said to look for a blond guy in a BMW. I'm Michael Worthington."

"You made good time." He was a nice looking guy, dark brown hair cut fairly short and warm brown eyes or maybe hazel.

"I was already up," he smiled, "ready to leave for the office anyway."

We started walking to the emergency room entrance. "Somebody beat this kid, beat em pretty bad. The kid is scared, won't even give his name. I have no reason to believe that he did anything or is guilty of anything but I want you there to protect him."

"Can I ask what the connection is? I mean between you and the kid?"

I looked at him for a second, wondering. "No connection." I thought of those blue eyes. "I just found him."

I stopped just as we were approaching the nurses stand in the emergency room. Michael kept walking for a second before he realized that I had stopped then he walked back to me. "Problem?"

"You go. Do the lawyer thing and then come and tell me. I'll," I looked around, "I'll be in the coffee shop."

I followed the signs to the coffee shop and was working on my second cup when Michael slid in to the other side of the booth. He had an odd look on his face and he raised his hand almost like he wanted to stop the very words coming out of his mouth.

"Mr. Palmer, I'm so sorry but...........the boy is dead." He hurried on. ‘They don't know why yet.......... His words just trailed off.

The words made me feel like I had walked into a fog, an ice blue, acid fog. "Oh. Oh god." I dropped my eyes to the table. "I should have stayed with him. He said it didn't matter and I should have known." I looked up into Michael's eyes. "If I had stayed with him I could have made him hang on...........I. You see? I coulda stopped him. He said that it didn't matter what happened to him but I coulda made him understand that people cared." I closed my eyes and all that I could see was the boys face with those blue eyes staring at me, burning into my brain, asking why I didn't stay with him. I wasn't really aware of the fact that I was dropping my forehead to the table but then I could feel my head resting on my hands. I felt certain that I could hear someone crying in the distance, like maybe down the hall, sobbing uncontrollably. Then Michael was pulling me out of the booth.

I felt more devastated then when my Dad died, worse than the divorce or even when my kids told me they hated me. How did that boy become so important to me? What had I invested in his existence that I didn't realize that I had?

I felt Michael's hands on my arms and then he was gently pulling me out of the passenger side of his car, supporting me and walking me to his townhouse. It was so quick he must live only a minute or two from the hospital. I could still hear the crying and it was getting louder. I felt Michael sit me down on a sofa and then he wasn't there and then he was back and gave me a damp towel but it was like I didn't know what to do with it it was just lying in my hands and the Michael took it and wiped my face. I was beginning to feel like I was coming back together and I knew that I was the one crying but it was beginning to stop. I could feel Michael gently put his arm on my back and then he pulled me to him, I was actually half lying against him, his left arm was around me and I think that I had finally stopped crying although every minute or so I would be slammed with another wave of emotion and it would start again but only for a few seconds.

"Fuck Michael, I'm so sorry! You couldn't have figured on me going nuts. I sure didn't."

Michael spoke tentatively. "I thought maybe you..........and the boy were like boyfriends..........or something."

I looked at him blankly. "How did you know that I was gay?"

"Your divorce. The whole state knows that you're gay."

"Shit." I rubbed my eyes with my hands. "I keep forgetting. Your question, attitude, this mean that you're gay too?"

"Yep, queen city."

"Michael, I'm so sorry this, happened? I don't ever collapse like this!"

"It's okay, I liked holding you. I liked that you cared enough about a stranger to react like this."

I twisted around so that I could look at Michael, there was a slight smile on his face. "That a come on?"

"Well, kinda. The firm frowns on fraternizing with clients so I'm kinda taking a chance. I'm hoping that if you don't go for me at least you won't rat on me."

"Michael, convince me that I'm not to blame for that kids death."

"You already know that you're not."

"Why do I feel so fucking horrible?"

"Well, it is horrible but it isn't a horror that you caused or could have changed. You were just a witness, not really a participant."

"I won't rat on you Michael. I mean regardless, I wouldn't rat on you but would you come to my house tonight for dinner? I need to be with another gay guy for a while. Does that make any sense? I can't be emotional with straight people like I can a gay guy." I didn't know how to explain, without feeling like a fool, that after the emotional breakdown that he had just helped me through, that I felt a closeness to him that I couldn't remember having felt for anyone else.

Michael wrapped his arm just a bit more tightly around my chest. "Is this like a date dinner or more like client and lawyer dinner?"

"Date dinner, slash, getting to know you better dinner. But look just because I'm a client...........I mean, don't attach any significance to that. Don't feel like it's something ya gotta do because that's not the case. "

"Well, in that case, what time should I be there?"

"Early. Whenever you can get there or wanna be there." I put my hand over Michael's. "And dress casual, not GQ coverboy casual but comfortable like you'd wanna be at home."

Michael smiled at me. "You don't like coverboys?"

"I guess they're okay when they're on covers but I wanna know the real Michael. I need to be with a real person right now." Michael bent his head and buried his nose in my hair.

"Why does your hair smell so good?"

I kinda laughed. "I dunno. It could be that stuff they send me. I think that's what I've been putting on it."

Michael rolled his eyes. His eyes were hazel and kind and he spoke with exquisite softness and also a gently huskiness to his voice. "You know, I think it's like a law that gay guys gotta know what they use on their hair. How can you not know that?" He slightly raised an eyebrow and there was a sexy crinkling at the corner of his eye.

"Well see I got this guy in San Francisco. He works at that big men's store there. I can never think of the name, it's right by Union Square. Well anyway, years ago I got this guy to do like my shopping for me, like for clothes and stuff and even toiletries. God I hate shopping. Anyway in the spring and the fall William, that's his name, sends me clothes for whatever season is coming up and also this shaving stuff and hair stuff. He said to send back whatever I don't like but I usually just keep it. I know Ralph clips off the tags and hangs the stuff up."

"Ralph?" Michael said a little loudly.

"He worked for my Dad, he's kinda old. After dad died Ralph just came to work for me. He's great! He takes care of the house and cooks and stuff." I felt it coming and lowered my head. "Oh!"

Michael reacted instantly. "What? You okay?"

"The boy! Oh god!" Michael pulled me against his chest and kissed my forehead.

"Hang on. It'll pass. Remember, you were only a witness. You are not to blame."

"Keep telling me. I wanna believe it."

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"He's dead Rosie. The boy died." At this point I sure was no judge of how my voice was sounding but probably not good. "I let the ambulance take him but I shoulda stayed with him."

"Boss, I just talked to the hospital and that boy died of internal injuries. That's what the doctor told me and I questioned him plenty about it too. There ain't nothing you coulda done and you did a damn site more than most people woulda done."

"Rosie I want you to hire detectives. I want to know why. I want to know who did that to the boy."

Rosie was silent for a few seconds. "I'll do it right away boss but..............talk to Michael about it.............for me."

"Rosie, how the hell do you know about Michael?"

"Boss you ask me to send an attorney for ya you gotta know that I'm gonna know somethin about him."

"You know he was gay?"

"Hmmmm. Well, I didn't know, not exactly."

"What do ya know about him?"

‘Well let's see. He's twenty-nine, never married, brown hair, hazel eyes, bout six feet tall, looks to be about your weight, went to law school at the University of Chicago and he specializes in mergers and acquisitions. I was a little disappointed in that but I couldn't find a criminal lawyer and such short notice."

"I don't suppose you know what he likes to eat, he's comin to dinner tonight?"

"Boss that's a set up for cheapass joke so I'm just sayin he'll be happy with whatever Ralph fixes you guys."

I laughed for the first time in hours. "Rosie I'm goin home. I gonna take a nice hot bath and relax."

"Whatever you need to do but if it was me I'd wait and take that bath with Michael."

"Oh lord, good bye Rosie!"

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"Ralph, there'll be another person for dinner." I dropped my car keyes in the bowl in the kitchen.

"Yes sir. Rosie already called me." Ralph's voice, as always, was calm and modulated. "I thought a nice stuffed roasted chicken with oven roasted potato's, asparagus and a tossed salad with sautéed pecans and feta cheese. And I have a few baguets of French bed from that new bakery."

"God that sounds wonderful Ralph!" My muscles felt sore from the tension of the day. "I'm gonna have a martini and a hot bath."

"Sir you go ahead and I'll bring you in the martini."

"Thanks Ralph." I took a few steps and then turned back to him. "Ralph how the hell does that woman keep all this stuff in her head?"

Ralph laughed. "Sir, she been like that since she was a little girl. She started working for your dad when she was sixteen and when he saw what he had there he made her go to school.' He laughed again and shook his head slowly. "She sure is somethin."

I had just slid into the hot soapy water when the intercom buzzed. "Sir, Michael Worthington is here for you."

"Ask him what he likes to drink Ralph and send him up."

Moments later Michael stood at the doorway looking at me. "I had hoped to get you pretty much into this position but I thought it was gonna take longer."

I laughed. "Okay, strip down and get in." Michael was wearing jeans a green sweatshirt and loafers.

"You are kidding?"

"Nope. Okay, I do promise not to look until you get into the water and the tub is big enough for four."

"What about Ralph?" Michael had kicked off his shoes and was stripping off his socks.

"Ralph won't bat an eye. Besides it's his problem." Michael had pulled his sweatshirt off over his head. Nice chest, a little hairy.

He unzipped his jeans and I could see the white of his underwear. "Okay, you promised that you wouldn't look. I feel dumb enough already."

I laughed. "Okay, okay, I'm covering my eyes." I put my hands over my eyes and could first hear Michael pulling off his jeans and then felt him getting in the tub.

After he was settled across from me I dropped my hands and looked at him. "Boy did I wanna cheat!"

Michael laughed and looked down for a second.

There was a discreet knock on the door and then Ralph came in with two glasses and a small pitcher of martini's. Ralph's face was a study in nonchalance. "Sir dinner should be ready in less than an hour." Then added delicately. "I'll buzz you on the intercom."

"Thanks Ralph."

Michael looked up rather sheepishly and also said. "Yes, thanks Ralph."

I reached over and poured us each a drink. Handing Michael his I said. "Don't talk, don't even think until you've had this."

Michael laughed, took his drink and leaned back in the tub. My bathtub is huge, you could easily fit four people in it. I took a strong swallow of my drink and laid my head back against the tub closing my eyes. In a little while I felt movement in the water and when I opened my eyes Michael was sitting next to me rather than across from me.

He gave me a lopsided grin. "I got lonely over there."

Reaching down into the water with his right hand he laced his fingers through mine. I thought for a second that I might start to cry again but it passed.

I looked at Michael. "Thanks for being there today. I couldn't have gotten through it without you."

"I was glad to help. I've seen you from time to time when you've come into the office." He turned his head shyly back toward the water. "I always wanted to meet you but well, it just never happened." Then he seemed to think of something and said. "I don't mean that I wanted to meet you for business. It's just that when I moved here from the Chicago area I didn't know anyone and working where I work it's not like I can go running around to the bars." He looked at me with his brow furrowed and a vulnerable look on his face. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm lonely."

I looked at Michael and then quickly looked away, when I looked back I said. "I don't think that you're gonna have that problem anymore."

He never took his eyes from mine but asked. "Jeff, since we're sitting here together naked would you mind if I kissed you?"

I spoke softly. "I'd like that. Actually I think that I really need that."

Michael slid his right hand slowly behind my back and then reached over me with his left hand and pulled my face towards him while he moved toward me. As his lips were touching mine I could feel his left leg slide between my legs and our cocks press together. His arms around me were strong and the kiss was deep and confident. In a minute or so he pulled his head back and stared into my eyes.

He spoke quietly, his mouth a fraction of an inch from mine. "You know, you can let go if you want. If you need to cry or scream or anything in between, it's okay. Or if you just want me to hold you." He smiled. "It's not like I don't want to anyway."

I swung my right leg over Michael so that I was straddling him, we both had hardon's and we both ignored them. I laid my chin on Michael's shoulder while sitting in his lap facing him.

"It's just that he had his whole life ahead of him and the more that I think of it he knew that he was dying and he said that it didn't matter." I lifted my head and looked at Michael. "Didn't matter! I wanna hire detectives to find out what happened but Rosie said that I should talk to you first."

Michael looked puzzled. "Rosie?"

"She's the lady that talked to you this morning."

"Oh god! My interview for a job with the firm was easier. What does she do for you?"

"Geez, Rosie does everything. I mean we've got about twenty people with the company but Rosie.......well, first she's my assistant but that doesn't do her justice. I don't know what she said to you this morning but I can imagine. But look at it this way, isn't that what you'd want done for you?" I smiled at him. "Besides, she likes you."

"You're fucking kidding? She likes me? But she doesn't even know me and she sure didn't sound like she liked me this morning."

I laughed and told him the statistics that Rosie had on him. "But she didn't know you were gay. And she doesn't know how good a kisser you are, although she's probably already made and educated guess at that. When I told her I was going home and take a hot bath she suggested that I wait and take it with you." I laid my head back and turned it toward Michael. "Also she and Ralph form a network. It may sound weird but it's kinda comforting. By the time I got home Ralph already knew that some deep shit had happened and he was planning a comfort food dinner. And like sometimes I'll have to meet with investors in a more formal way and then Ralph will have laid out whatever I need to wear. They communicate."

The intercom buzzed and I reached over Michael to press the button. "Sir, the dinner is ready and I've just placed it in the warming oven. Sir, if you don't mind serving yourselves I'll be headed home."

"Thanks Ralph, hi to Harriet."

"Good night sir."

After I clicked off the intercom Michael wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head down for another kiss, his head tilted and his tongue deep in my mouth.

I pulled my head back. "God you taste good." I stood up and taking Michael by the hand pulled him gently out of the tub. "Time to eat." When I looked at the wall where my bathrobe usually hangs I had to laugh. There were now two bathrobes hanging there. I showed Michael. "See, they network."

On our way to the kitchen I gave Michael a tour of the house. "This area where my bedroom is also contains my office and a workout room." We walked further down the hallway until we were next to the front door. I pointed left. "All the way down is the living room, over here to the right is the rec room. You can also get to the kitchen that way. Pointing at the stairs just to our left. "These take you up to a few spare bedrooms. Of course when I had the kids here they used two of them." As we walked on past the front door, "dining room to our right and right ahead of us is the way that you came in. To the right leads to the side door, laundry room and garage and to the left the kitchen."

Michael was shaking his head slowly. "Holy shit this place is big!" There was an odd tone to his voice.

"Michael, my dad started The Palmer Company a long time ago. It was a successful business when I was a little kid and then after I got outta college he brought me into the company and taught me." I took Michael's hand while I was talking. "Not counting today, I work really hard. There are a lotta people who depend on me, employees and investors and I take it seriously. But I guess the point that I'm making is that the hard part was done for me. So don't be too impressed."

Michael turned to me and smiled, then he slowly opened my bathrobe and wrapped his arms around my naked body and pulled me to him. "Ya know, for a rich kid, you're a pretty nice guy."

"Awe shucks, you're just tryin to get into my pants."

Michael dropped his hands lower until they were on my butt. "But your not wearin any pants."

"Then you're tryin to get into my.......................maybe we better eat."

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The kitchen table looked like a chicken had exploded on it and Michael and I were leaning back in our chairs. "I can see why you like Ralph. Everything he cook this good?"

"Pretty much."

"What was that sauce?"

"Ahhhh, I think he just adds wine to the pan and boils it all down and then adds heavy cream."

Michael grabbed his waist. "Cream! Heavy cream! I must have had a cup of that!"

I tilted my head to the side and smiled. "Michael, you have a, what, thirty-four inch waist and sixpack abs. I think you can handle the cream." I got up and walked over to Michael and straddled his lap facing him, we still had on our bathrobes but had long since quit worrying about whether or not they were closed. "How about some coffee in the living room?"

Michael reached down and while gently cupping my balls looked up into my eyes. "How about some cock in the living room?"

"Nope I'm saving the cock for later, now it's coffee time." I got up and pulled him up. We poured a couple of mugs of coffee and walked into the living room. The fireplace was lit and I turned on some quiet music. The logs in the fireplace had burned down since Ralph had started them and Michael and I threw a couple more on, poking them until they lit.

We were cuddled together on the sofa with the only light coming from the fireplace and a small lamp in the corner of the room. Michael pointed at the piano and asked. "You play?"

"No, my mom does. I took lessons for years but don't remember a thing."

"Where's your mom live?"

"She's got a house in town but she goes to Florida in October and doesn't come back until May." I smiled at him. "Don't worry, she won't walk in. Since the whole gay thing became common knowledge she gives me a lotta space. She's gotten very close to my ex-wife, which of course gives her access to the kids."

Michael sat up a bit. "That's right, I forgot about the kids."

"They're trying to do the same with me."

Michael was leaning his head on his hand and put the other one on my chest. "How you dealin with that?" His eyes were echoing the flames in the fireplace.

I covered his hand with mine. "Not much I can do about it right now. It seems like everything that I try to do only makes things worse. So I'm just kinda laying back. I call them a couple of times a week and am mostly met with silence but I'm hoping that eventually they'll realize that I'm doing it because I do care. Anyway, right now I'm the asshole pervert that ruined their lives."

Michael put his hand on the side of my face and turned it to him. "That's not the guy I saw today. The guy I met today is a kind, smart, loving guy, not an asshole and sure as hell not a pervert." He smiled. "Okay, so maybe a little bit of a pervert." I gave him a dirty look. "Hey ya knew me for a half a day and you're taken a bath with me!"

"Well you shit!" I pushed Michael backwards so that he was lying on his back on the sofa. I climbed on top of him and pushed his arms back against the cushions. "Ya know it's not like you fought too hard to keep your clothes on!"

Michael was laughing. "You do realize that you're sitting with your naked butt on top of a dick that has been hard for the last three hours?"

I bent forward laying my chest on top of Michael's and my face next to his buried in his neck. "You saved me today............and I don't just mean because of the death of the boy. You brought something into my life that's never really been there. I thought that it was there with Janet but I know now that that was just something I hoped was there, it was never real." I pushed myself up so that I could look Michael in the eye. "But..............don't let me push you into something you don't want. I can do that sometimes. If you want to be just friends that's okay but I'm hoping it'll be more than that."

Michael pulled my face back down to his and kissed me and then rolled me off to the side so that we were lying face to face. He was rubbing the back of his knuckles over my chest.

He spoke very softly but firmly. "When I was a sophmore in college I was walking down the hall in the dorm one evening and it suddenly hit me that all those feelings that I had been having for men my whole life meant that I was a faggot. Not gay, because I didn't think in those terms then but a faggot. I went to bed and stayed there for two days.

I was afraid to be around other guys because maybe they'd know, so as soon as I could, I got an apartment off campus. During the day I went to school and was just a normal college guy and at night I would come home, eat and then take the gun that I bought outta my dresser, cock it and sit on the sofa watching TV with it in my lap, hoping to get up the guts to pull the trigger. I can remember that the mornings were the worst, when you're almost awake but not quite and you can't really feel anything yet and I'd think that maybe I had dreamt it and that I was really straight and then it would all come back to me in a wave, a sickening wave. Well, that went on for almost a year and then one day something just changed. I made the decision to live."

"Not that everything got better, because it didn't. I was still a self-imposed loner, because I didn't know if I could trust myself or anyone else. But somehow I made it through college and became a lawyer and then things got a bit easier. I was living in Chicago and working for the law firm that I had interned at and I even got the occasional blowjob. And when I say blowjob that's just what I mean, I didn't kiss because, I realize now that that would have been proof that I was gay and I sure as hell didn't reciprocate."

"Anyway, fast forward. Joel Callin, who I went to school with calls me outta the blue and asks me to come to Madison for an interview. Long story short, I get the job. So now I'm an attorney and I find that I've got a flair for M&A and Callin & Callin treat me pretty good but I'm still lonely as fuck. Then comes your divorce, biggest, messiest, divorce the state has ever seen and then one day I see you walking in to Mr. Callin's office and I think, damn that's a cute guy and he looks normal, nobody would know that guy was gay except for this shit. From then on I made it my business to find out when you might be coming into the office because every time I saw you it was like there was hope." Michael's eyes were glistening but his voice was firm. "Then comes today, Rosie calls the office and the call gets forwarded to me at home. She gives me the third degree for about five minutes and tells me to get my butt over to the hospital.........and well, the rest you know."

"So Jeff, this isn't something you're pushing me into," he touched my face with his finger tips, "this is my dream." Michael looked at me with a worried look. "God, don't tell me that all this shit has freaked you out!"

I kissed Michael quickly on the lips. "You're not freaking me out! What about your parents? You know about mine."

"I really didn't freak ya?"

"Nope. Okay, come on, parents, give!"

"Well, mom and dad are both alive and living in Chicago. They deal with my being gay by never, and I do mean never, ever, mentioning it. It's like it doesn't exist. As far as their concerned I'm a straight guy who's taking a break from sex, just waiting for the right girl to come along."

I rolled forward and kissed Michael lightly again. "Are you sure that we can rule that one out?"

Jeff pulled my head to his, laying his cheek against mine. "Michael, I've never had a sexual thought about a woman but I've had a hardon for at least half the time that I've spent with you this evening."

I gave Jeff a look and then slowly got up taking him with me. Never letting go of his hand, I flipped off the living room lights and pulled him with me to the bedroom. "You are staying tonight aren't you?"

"Well I.............you gotta promise me that you'll get me up early. I mean I can't go to work in jeans."

"You could probably wear my stuff. We're about the same size." Michael got a panicky look on his face. "Don't fucking worry! I'll get ya up."

I took off my bathrobe and dropped it on the end of the bed as I was walking to the other side. When I turned to get into bed Michael was staring at me with an odd look on his face. "What?"

"God you've got a beautiful butt."

I laughed. "Yours isn't bad either and I wouldn't mind you getting to know mine a lot better." Michael and I slid under the covers at the same time and met in the middle of the bed. We kinda slid into each other, entwining our legs and wrapping our arms around each other. Michaels head was resting on my right upper arm, we were kissing and moving our bodies against one another. I ran my left hand slowly down until it was on his lower back, I moved on to his butt and marveled at the smoothness.

Michael's mouth was working on my neck and he was having an incredible affect. The kisses, the small bites and long licks on my neck just below my ear were driving me crazy, my body twisting, seemingly of it's own accord in response to his mouth and tongue.

Michael worked his way in between my legs with his and I just naturally wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue was down my throat and the tip of his cock kinda just naturally positioned itself at my asshole.

Michael had worked around to my ear and whispered. "I've never done this but I think that I really need to fuck you. I know, I know........maybe it's too soon but god I wanna be in you." His right hand was caressing my shoulder and neck while his mouth work on the other side.

I was almost gasping for breath. "Condoms, lube, in the nightstand." I took Michael's face in both of my hands. "Go slow! I've done this before but it's been a long time."

Michael kissed me hard. "I promise babe! Honest to god I won't hurt ya!"

He was kneeling between my legs with his cock sticking practically straight up and a happy puppy look on his face. I took the condom out of his hand and tore the foil open with my teeth. I looked up at him. "Never done this?"

Michael was practically quivering with excitement and the precum was really beginning to flow. "No, guys would ask me to but I guess I thought that it was too much of a commitment. And anyway I didn't think things could get much better than a blow job."

I scooped up some of his precum and rubbed it up and down his cock along with a little lube. "But now you want to?"

A shiver ran through his body as I rolled the condom down onto his cock. "God yes! I want you!"

"Michael, I want you to put your hands under my knees and push them back against my chest and I'll guide you in. But remember, slow!" He was slowly pushing my knees up and I guided his cock to my butt. I pushed out while he was pressing in and it hurt like hell for the first few seconds but once the head of his cock was in it got better quick.

My hands were on Michaels knees and he was responding well to my controlling him that way. As his cock began move into me and once I got past the pain I looked up at Michael and his eyes were closed and for just a split second I could see the little boy that he would have been years before, a look of perfect bliss on his face.

"A little deeper Michael. That's it." His balls were beginning to slap against my ass. "Oh fuck that's good! Harder!"

His eyes snapped open and he looked down at me. "It's okay? You're sure?"

"Oh fuck yes!" I raised my head and pulled him down so that we could kiss. "Oh man! Fuck my ass!"

Michael was becoming more aggressive as he gained confidence and now his dick was slamming into me, creating an unbelievable sensation. I reached down and started beating myself off. He reached down and cupping my face in his hands buried his tongue down my throat. "I'm getting close!"

"Cum inside me! I wanna know that you're shooting your load in me!

Michael made a little whimpering sound and then said. "Jeff, I'm fucking cumming! Oh fuck!" He straightened up, holding just my ankles and his body went rigid, his head flew backward and then forward, his chin on his chest.

I was whipping my cock and knowing that he was filling the condom in my ass with his cum brought me off just seconds after Michael came. Michael watched me shoot and then, tentatively at first, he reached out and started to spread my cum around my chest with his hands.

Finally Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass and sat back on his heels. He had a dazed, exhausted look on his face. My cum was on his hands and he stared at them and then rubbed the cum onto his chest. I reached into the nightstand for a towel and pulled the full condom off of his cock and wiped his dick and then his chest. He gently took the towel from me and lying next to me, wiped the cum off of my chest.

I rolled on my side to face him and I felt like we were really seeing each other for the first time. Michael looked different, relaxed, happy and something more.

He leaned forward a bit and put his right hand behind my neck and then bent and kissed me. "Thank you."

I smiled at him. "You're welcome."

His fingertips were moving over my face. "That's like the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Wanna do it again?"

He laughed. "I take it that you liked it?"

"Yeah I did. The last time that I got fucked it hurt like you wouldn't fuckin believe and the guy that was doing didn't give a damn about me. But this time............it was sooo different. Maybe just knowing that it was you." I kissed him. "This time it felt...........fucking incredible!"

Michael laid his head on my chest. "You're fucking incredible!"

I reached over and turned the light off. "We probably should take a shower but fuck it." I turned on my left side pulling Michael with me so that he was spooning me. My head was on his upper arm and his right arm held me to him. I covered it with my own.

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I love to climb. People always ask me why I climb mountains and of course, I give them the standard answer. “Because it’s there.” I like it most because of the strength and agility it takes to climb these magnificent pieces of earth. When I get to the top of them, I feel like I could conquer the world. The view is spectacular and the colors are just amazing. You can see forever.

I’ve been climbing mountains for ten years. I have not made it up Mt. Everest or K2 yet, but I plan on making it to the summit of Mt. Everest next year. Until then, I climb other mountains for practice and training. Last weekend, I packed up and started to climb again. It was unsure if I would be able to go or not. They were predicting a storm but then it was said that it passed over, so I began to climb the mountain with my best friend, Zack.

Zack isn’t quite as into climbing as I am, but he likes the challenge of making it up to the top with me. He doesn’t go with me all the time but once in awhile, he does make it “Come on. You can make it,” I yelled to Zack after a few hours of climbing. It wasn’t a terribly tall mountain, but it was a good challenge for us.

“I’m coming,” he said.

“Look at the clouds. I think they were wrong about the weather. We have to make it to the shelter before it hits,” I told him. Now I wished that I wouldn’t have come on the trip. Those stupid meteorologists were wrong all the time. I should have gone with my own instincts.

“I know that. I’m hurrying,” Zack said. We were both exhausted, and Zack more than I, but if we wanted to make it, we had to hurry. It could very well be a matter of life and death. Because of the cold, it was getting harder to climb all the time.

“I see it!” I yelled. It wasn’t far now. We were nearly there. The snow was starting to come down now, and it was very cold. The closer we got, the harder the snow fell but our adrenaline was rushing through us to get us there. “We made it. Hurry inside,” I said. There was already snow on the mountain. A couple of feet of it, I think. So anymore snow would be detrimental to our survival if we didn’t get inside.

“I’m so glad we are here. We should have listened to the weather people,” he said.

“Yes, we should have but since we didn’t, we might as make the best of it now.

“Let me help you,” he said.

“Help me with what?” I asked, and grinned.

“Anything you want,” Zack said. He started to help me off with my pack, gear, and coat.

“Keep going,” I said. Zack seemed only too happy to oblige. He slowly took off my clothing and even though it was cold, I let him. There was a small heater inside the shelter that kept it from being as cold as it could have been. I still wanted Zack and the cold wasn’t going to stop us.

He took my cock into his hands and began to stroke just the way I liked it. He seemed to know just what to do and gave me the indication that this wasn’t his first time. He licked my balls for me, brushing my inner thighs with the backs of his hands now and then. Tingles ran through my body.

"That feels good. Stroke my cock more," I said, in a forward tone.

He stroked me slow, then ran his fingertips over my lower body. Again and again, he stroked me. With each time, it became faster. Then he would run his fingertips ticklishly over my lower body.

"You are driving me nuts," I said.

"Good," Zack said.

He lowered his head to my hard shaft. His tongue seemed to beg to taste me. I ached for him. He took my cock in and out of his mouth. I could feel him circle the head, then slide wetly down to the base. I gasped for air. I couldn't stop what I was feeling. Wondering about other hikers vanished from my mind. There was only pleasure now. Sucking madly and touching my balls and inner thighs was all I could handle. I moaned as my cock lurched forward, cumming into his mouth.

"Yes, suck my cock," I said. He sucked harder and faster, touching my body all over. My cum dripped down his throat. He swallowed twice taking all of the cream from my body. It was such an awesome feeling.

I took his clothes off and crawled onto a bunk with him. I touched his body lightly: his balls, inner thighs, then up over his cock. He moaned, so I knew it felt good to him.

"Put your mouth around me," he said. I did just as he asked. His cock slid down my throat. I got horny all over again and reached down to stroke my cock. I knew that I would cum with him. Tickling his balls and up over his hips made him squirm while he thrust into my mouth deeply. I could barely concentrate on one hand touching him, one touching me, my mouth sucking him, but I did, and with pleasure.

"I’m going to cum. Swallow me," he moaned.

I was cumming, too, all over his leg. It felt so damn good. He burst into my mouth so I could swallow all of his pleasure.

He grabbed onto my head so I couldn’t get up until every ounce of his cum had been swallowed.

"I didn’t know really that you like men, too,” He asked, when he could talk again.

"I’m gay." I told him honestly. I had a feeling he was, too, all this time but was never sure.

"Me, too." He got under a sleeping bag to keep warm, and he took me into his arms and held me until we could both breathe again. Once we were ready and horny, we began to fuck all over again. It was a night I will never forget and in the morning, the weather was better, so we climbed back down so we could be together at his place.

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William Becker's Compicated Life

2008-06-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

My name is William Becker. Well actually it's not Becker but that's close enough. At the time this took place or at least at the beginning of it I was 16, born May 1st 1982 in a fairly small town in the middle of Wisconsin. I am or was at the time 5'8" and 140 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Yeah I was pretty small but my body was toned and I had a great ass. Well at least so I was told. Actually at that time I guess I never really thought of myself as being good looking, I was just me. I was an only child and have a wonderful mom and dad. My dad is an engineer and works in a larger town about 15 miles away and my mom is a nurse and works for a local doctor. None of the problems that I ran into were the fault of them, they really loved me and have always been supportive. I know a lot of guys don't get along with their mom or dad but mine are great. My mom, well, is a mom and my dad is a loving guy without a mean bone in his body. Maybe that's why I still feel so bad about what happened, they loved me and trusted me and I lied to them. My dad used to say, "Just tell the truth, if you tell me the truth I'll never be mad." Well, I didn't do that, I really didn't think I could.

I also have to tell you about my best friend Bob. Bob was born in the same hospital that I was born in and on the same day. That's kinda how we ended up knowing his family because we probably wouldn't have otherwise. They had a lot more money than we did and Bob's parents and mine didn't really move in the same group. But when we were little they thought it would be cute for us to have our birthdays together and since they only lived a few miles away we ended up being friends. Bob was the first person I ever remember meeting and knowing as a real little kid. I've known him forever and we spent as much time at each others houses as we did at our own. I don't have a brother but it was almost like that's what Bob was. He knew all of my secrets or at least the little ones. Bob grew to be a lot bigger that me. When I was 5'8" Bob was 6'1" and 175 pounds. Where I really sucked as an athlete Bob was great, really a winner at whatever he did. He was and is a big handsome guy who always seems to win but I found out that there was more to him than that. I guess everyone has their secrets.

The other person that really played a major role at that time was Dave. Dave was a deputy sheriff and when I first met him he was 33. Dave is a really big guy, about 6'4" and built with huge powerful shoulders, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and mustache. I don't know what he weighed but he was a big muscular guy. Dave lived in the same small town we did and he was married with 3 kids.

I suppose the lying began when I was about 13 and it dawned on me that maybe the reason that I liked looking at naked guys was because I was gay. Well who the hell do you tell that to? For sure not your dad and for damn sure not your jock best friend. So I buried it deep and tried to act as straight as I could. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it too and by the time I was sixteen I was certain that nobody knew that I was gay. I was wrong of course.

I had a job working at the local lumber yard home center after school and that was where I first met Dave. At the time I didn't realize he was a cop or I would have been more careful but he wasn't in uniform just jeans and it looked like he had a football in his pants. Geez I would have had to be dead not to look and like I said I didn't know who he was. Honestly I never even had a chance to really consider what I was doing but when he came down the aisle that I was working in I actually did a double take at that crotch of his. Well he caught that. He didn't say anything just smiled and I figured what the hell some guy catches a 16 year old kid looking at his crotch, big deal. I mean after all at that age it's like kids and adults live on different planets. What I didn't realize is that Dave saw it as an opportunity but he didn't say anything just kept walking. The planets were about to collide.

Before I tell you what happened with Dave I have to impress on you how close Bob and I were. I'm sure that you've had a friend like that in your life, someone who you share everything with, someone you see every single day. I guess, well hell I know, that I took Bob for granted. He was always just there like wallpaper or the tv. My mom and dad were crazy about him and I think he preferred my parents to his own. Even when we got in high school and he became this big jock guy we were still best buds and when he made more friends at school he drew me into that group and made sure that I was accepted.

Then came 1997 and I got my drivers license. My dad helped me buy an old beater and I was in heaven. I had wheels. This next part is the part that's really hard for me to talk about. I mean I know that I'm just writing words on paper but it was the start of a very stupid and exciting time for me but one that I'm pretty ashamed of on a couple of levels. Oh shit I guess I'll just write it as it happened.

Our little town rests in the middle of what at one time were great forests. Those have mostly been logged out now but the town is still pretty surrounded by dense woods, old logging roads crisscross these woods. On an autumn evening in 1997 I was driving back from a nearby town. I had the music blasting and really wasn't thinking of anything just kinda getting off on the tunes. Dave didn't turn his overhead flashers on until he had been behind me for a while I guess and it truly scared the crap outta me. Of course I checked the speedometer right away and I was going faster than I should have but I didn't really know what the limit was where I was. So anyway I pull over right away and wait for the cop. Looking in my rearview mirror I see this huge hunk of a cop walking toward me. Even in his cop outfit the bulge was huge. Anyway while I did notice the bulge my main thought was on how I was gonna explain the ticket I was gonna get to my dad. I had only had the car for two weeks or so and I figured that I was gonna be walking for at least a month. So anyway Dave saunters up to the car and when he sees me he rests his arms on the windowsill and kinda leans into the car his face just a few inches away and his hands even closer. I could smell him, a real male smell and I remember the hair on the backs of those hands.

So he asks me if I'm Billy from the Home Center and I tell him yeah and tells me to pull
the car off the highway on to this old logging road so that we don't get hit by a passing car or anything. Now you've got to understand that growing up in this little hick town I had been taught to obey the police like they were gods. It would never have occurred to me not to do what Dave was telling me. If I had thought about it I would have been aware of the fact that there were no cars on the highway we were in the middle of nowhere.

So after I pull off the road Dave comes over and rests his forearms on the windowsill and just starts talking about stuff like how do I like my new car and what working at the Center is like and stuff like that. Then he moves his hand towards my cheek and starts stroking it with the back of his knuckle. Well when he starts that I just like freeze. It's just like I have no ability to move. I'm staring straight ahead and saying nothing and meantime he's running his hands all over me and telling me what a fine looking kid I am and how proud my dad must be of me and how he wouldn't want to have to give me a ticket. Then he tells me to get out of the car and says he gonna help me out by not giving me a ticket but that I gotta help him out because his wife is having her period and he hasn't been getting any sex and shit like that. Then he tells me that he's seen me looking at his crotch and he's seen me around town and that he knows that I'm a homo. Now in my mind I'm totally freaking out that he knows my secret and I start getting this picture of my dad finding out about me and maybe losing my job at the center and inside I'm goin nuts but still not saying anything because like I can't.

The next thing I know is he's got my hand and is rubbing it around his crotch and I can feel this enormous boner in there and pretty soon his pants are open and he's pushing me down on it. Now I can't tell you that this didn't in one way turn me on and was like the greatest thing ever to happen to me but at the same time I was scared shitless. For one thing Dave had a pretty big cock and I had never sucked one before not even a little one, so just having this huge thing being rammed down my throat was painful. Anyway after a couple of minutes he shoots this huge load into my mouth and it's running down my chin and the front of my shirt and god I feel like puking. Then the prick actually wipes his dick on my face, says "thanks Billy" gets in his car and drives off. At that moment kneeling in the forest with his cum on me and my jaw and throat aching I kinda felt like I had been raped. This is the point in this story where those people who have heard it tell me that I was raped but somehow I felt responsible for what had happened, like my wanting gay sex had made this happen. I mean I knew that Dave was a shit but I felt that my looking at his crotch in the store had triggered this whole thing and I guess in a way it did.

When you're a teenager and you've screwed up like I just did it's kinda scary going home. I mean my shirt was cum stained and I guess that I smelled of sex and even the knees of my pants where dirty from the forest floor. Well I cleaned myself up as much as possible, letting the cum dry and brushing off my knees, and I head for home.

When I get home I try to slip in quietly but of course both my mom and dad are home and I run into them both. My mom gives me a kiss and dad rubs my head (he does that sort of thing) and miraculously they don't seem to notice anything. Here I'm feeling like SLUT is painted on my forehead but everyone seems unaware of it. The thing is that all night long I'm tasting Dave's cum in my mouth and in my mind and while I was too scared to get a hardon when I was with him I'm getting hornier as the night goes on and I'm watching tv with my dad but really I'm reliving the experience with Dave. Well finally I kiss my dad good nite( I know, I know but that's the way he is.) and go to bed. Well needless to say my dick is in my hand as soon as I hit the sheets and after about 30 seconds of stroking I blow the biggest load of my life.

You have to understand that I wasn't living in Los Angeles or New York, I didn't have internet access and as far as I was concerned there was one faggot living in our town and that was me. Well sure there were the usual fag jokes at school but those were just things guys said and even when they said they thought someone was gay I thought it was just bullshit. It never occurred to me that maybe Dave was gay and actually I think what he did and then went on to do had more to do with a power and control thing than with sexual orientation but none of that occurred to me until after it was over. During all of my sessions with Dave he never reciprocated in any way, never a kiss, nothing.

Well as I've already implied Dave continued to have me service him. The next couple of weeks I blew him 5 or 6 times and then he started fucking me. The first time he fucked me I thought I was going to die. The pain was unbelievable and his cum was leaking out of me all the way home but again after I cleaned myself up and showered it didn't seem so bad and all the next day at school I could still feel his cock in me. I could still feel his sperm hitting the inside of my ass. Looking back on it I guess even in the beginning I was kinda getting off on this power that I had over Dave. I mean this was a huge risk he was taking although that wasn't something that I was really aware of at the time. That he wanted me as bad as he did was I guess an ego thing for me.

The next couple of years were strange and strained. Dave and I would get together generally about twice a week and usually around eight at night. This required a whole lot of lying to my mom, dad and to Bob. Thinking back on that time I wouldn't do it again for anything. Watching my mom and especially my dad losing faith in me was terrible. When I was nine years old I got very sick and while I was able to stay at home everyone was very afraid that I would get worse and I could have ended up the hospital or even I suppose dead. I don't have a lot of memories about that time because I had a bad fever for a long time but I remember practically everyday waking up and having my dad in bed with me. At the time he just said that he got up early and looked in on me but I found out later from my mom that he wasn't able to sleep while I was that sick and he slept with me because he wanted to be there in case I got worse. This was the guy that I was lying to when all he really wanted was the truth, but the real truth was the one thing I couldn't give him. Everything suffered, my grades my relationship with my parents and my friendship with Bob. All of these things were priceless to me but I guess I was willing to trade them all for cock.

Anyone who likes to get fucked will know that while the first few times might be painful it gets better real fast and once I started buying lube that really helped. A month after I started getting fucked by Dave it was feeling pretty good and in three months I loved it, six months later and I couldn't do without it. I thought about that cock 24/7, I was a bitch in heat. Well aside from all the emotional damage I was doing to everyone, most of which I was oblivious to, things went along pretty well. Well as time went by and my need for Dave's dick increased so did my feelings for him. I was a total blind idiot because he didn't give a shit about me but I convinced myself that I was in love with him and that he would fall in love with me or rather that he should fall in love with me. Now had I been thinking objectively I would have realized that after 3 years Dave was looking for the cleanest way out of this "relationship". I didn't take any of the hints he dropped about ending things and when he just stopped calling me I called him constantly. I was probably becoming quite an embarrassment. Eventually he got things down to about one fuck every two to three weeks and he bitched and moaned about that. Needless to say I was going out of my fucking mind. I thought that I was losing my lover and I was totally addicted to his dick.

Late in 1999 something happened that was to have a profound affect on my life. My dad brought home a computer and we got internet access. My dad said that I could go on the internet but I knew that I had to be careful and tried to confine my online time to those times when mom and dad were in bed. That pretty much meant going online early in the morning and late at night but oh what a change it made. I couldn't believe the first time I went on a gay chat line it was amazing. I felt like I had finally found a place were I was understood. During these chats I eventually told some guys my story and began to get some feedback on what I had been going through. A few months later during the spring of 2000 something else happened that would turn my world totally upside down.

You have to consider that prior to Dave I was with Bob virtually every day of my life. Either he was hangin at my house or me at his or he was dragging me to some football shit or some jock party and of course this being the country we normally spent a lot of time fishing or hunting. This almost totally ended a few months after Dave came into the picture. For one thing every time I did see Bob he had lots of question about what I was doing and why I was being so secretive. I thought I handled these questions well but let's face it I wasn't thinking very clearly. Finally one Saturday in April he cornered me to go fishing with him and there just wasn't any way that I could get out of it without making a big deal out of it. So off we went bumping across old logging roads in his SUV headed towards a familiar fishing spot deep in the woods.

Well a half hour later and we were fly fishing in a wide shallow stream and making kinda idle chat about cars and shit. Then after a while an odd thing happened. Bob walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and kinda kneaded them, then he rested his chin on my shoulder and kinda quietly asked if I wanted to eat lunch now.
It was an intimate thing to do and something he had never ever done before. I mean I could feel his breath on my ear and the whole thing sent shivers thru me but I just kinda put it outta my head and after fishing a bit more we headed for home. Now I totally thought that Bob was straight, I mean you just don't get studlier than Bob. So when he did this it kinda threw me. Yeah we had had a couple of camping trip beatoff sessions years before but there was no way this guy could be gay. Bob was also very tight with my Dad. Dad had given up trying to get me to watch football with him and it wasn't unusual for Bob to come over on the weekend at watch with him. Bob's parents were pretty old or at least seemed that way to me. He had a brother Mark who was ten years older and worked in his dad's office and an older sister who had married some dude and moved away. Bob's mom and dad loved him I guess but they really never seemed to be there. If they weren't at the country club they would be traveling or some shit. This was kinda the one negative thing in Bob's life and now that I think about it he really treated his older brother like a dad. When Bob needed something like money or shit he would just call Mark and somehow it got done. Mark was a cool guy too, married but stud city.

Well that night I get a chance to go online and chat and some guy that I had talked to before asks me what's new with my life. Well this guy knew about the cop and all and I mentioned what had happened with Bob that morning. Well then this dude and a couple of others all started telling me that Bob had to be gay and was coming on to me and of course I said no fucking way but it did make me wonder about it. I mean Bob had stuck to me like glue even during the heaviest time with Dave when I was really treating him like shit and it wasn't like he didn't have other places he could have gone. He knew everybody on the planet and there were babes who would have killed just to have him say hello. The other thing that had been kinda working in the back of my brain were the looks that my dad and Bob were exchanging lately. Not big obvious looks but just quick glances this had been going on for a few weeks but I felt like they were planning something but my birthday was coming up along with Bob's and I guess to the extent that I thought about it I attributed it to that. Like I said my ass is my best feature not my brain. Well OK my dick is alright too, not huge but pretty. In defense of my stupidity I was so fucking in need of a cock up my ass I was about out of my mind. The bottoms out there will understand.

Well the following Monday Bob corners me at school and says how much he enjoyed the fishing and that it was cool us hangin out like we used to and could we do it again Friday morning cause there was no school that day and of course I say yes. Well it turns out this turns into the week from hell because I'm calling Dave three and four times a day because if I don't get a cock up my ass I'm gonna go crazy. Dave of course by now is treating me totally like shit and tells me his wife is pregnant again and how he's gonna spend more time at home. The prick! I'm being a total asshole to everyone I run into and I can see my dad has this weird look on his face all week and I figure if he's still sane he's ready to have me committed to some fucking nuthouse.

Well I somehow manage to make it to Friday morning but my emotions are really kinda raw and Bob seems to pick up on this and is treating me like I could explode at any minute, which is pretty much, the truth. So anyway we go back to our same favorite fishing spot and we're just doing that and it's a really pretty morning. The sun is filtering threw the new leafs on the trees and there's a lot of new green all over the woods and there's this great smell of the earth, the way the ground itself smells in spring. Anyway I'm half talking to Bob but mostly thinking about what a sonofabitch Dave is when I realize that Bob is standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder and I kinda jump because it surprised me. I said, "What, what?" and he says "Dude I've been talking to you for five minutes and your like not here" and I just feel myself blush because I'm such a dufuss and I say that I'm sorry and like what were you saying.

Then he takes my fishing rod and his and lays them on the ground. Then he turns me around to face him and looks me right in the eyes. And we're standing there and his hands are on my shoulders and his face is just a few inches from mine and he says,
" Billy I know. I know about you and the cop."

Well I can feel these explosions going off in my brain and I'm seeing white flashes of light inside my head and I'm trying to pull away from him but he won't let me go and I feel like my body is crumbling, like my whole body is just falling apart piece by piece but Bob is still holding my shoulders and I'm pushing his chest to get away from him but like nothing happens cause he just hangs on and I know that I'm crying and where the fuck did that come from and then he pulls me in and just holds me tight to his chest while I cry. Geez I don't ever remember crying before except maybe when I was a little kid cause I'm not a crier but a fighter but my life has been such shit lately and I guess you can only take so much and now I'm like this crying machine and it just seems to go on and on but Bob just holds me really tight and then I feel him kissing my neck and rubbing my back and he says, "Why did you let that asshole touch you, why didn't you come to me."
Well this is a news flash! Were the fuck is that coming from? But I know a good thing when I feel it and just stay were I'm at cause he's so fucking strong and it feels so good to be in his arms.

Finally I get somewhere near getting my emotions under control and I pull back a little and say, "Why? What could you have done?" Remember, great ass no brains.
And he just looks at me for a few seconds then says, "Dumbass little fucker".
Bob always knew the right thing to say. Then he kissed me and I felt like that lady in that old movie who kinda lifts up one leg behind her when the dude is kissing her. Anyway this kiss goes on and on and his tongue is like six inches down my throat and it's now beginning to dawn on me that maybe Bob is gay.

Bob is saying, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about me but Billy you gotta believe I love you and babe I won't ever let anything happen to you. Just say we'll be together and I'll take care of everything else." Those beautiful green eyes are searching mine and I know somehow deep inside that this is how my life is suppose to be so I kiss him again and bury my face in his chest and I can smell him and it's comforting and sexy and I've never felt so safe in my life. So I nod my head yes and then say, "What do we do now?", and he says he's got a busy day planned for us but the most important part is right now and he grabs our fishing rods and takes my hand and we walk back to the truck. Bob pulls out a blanket and a bunch of food and shit and we head off for a little clearing on top of a nearby hill. Well I'm feeling a little like a virgin on her wedding night but as we're trudging up that hill his hand is on my ass most of the time and he asks me if it bothers me and I tell him it belongs to him and he can touch it whenever he wants and he just grins.

Public Toilet Fairy

2008-05-17T03:11:00.000-07:00

I looked through the hole in the door through the dim light at the heavy
set man at the urinal, pants down, half erect cock in hand, looking around.
I came out of my cubicle and tip toed, naked over to him and knelt at his
feet and leant over and licked the urinal wall just in front of his cock.
I felt my anus relax and my cock quiver rock hard.

I have been drawn to public toilets all my life. There was something about
them that from an early age galvanized me. Maybe it was the smell, maybe
that there were only men in there often with their pants down. The funny
thing is that I knew that I would find sex in public toilets even though no
one told me. I just turned up one day and it happened and I never looked
back and have never stopped. I am 52 now and still cruise new toilets all
the time. I especially like the toilets that are in isolated places in
parks.

I could go to saunas and back rooms, and I do sometimes, but I have a deep
urge to meet men and have dirty sex in public toilets.  In the eighties I
would often take speed and extasy and spend whole nights or even weekends
in public toilets. I would always wear a cock ring, and take a butt plug
and some porn with me and sit in a cubicle rocking back and forth waiting
for other toilets faggots to arrive. Sometimes I would come home without
having met anyone. Other times I would arrive home with my clothes and body
covered with dried piss and cum. The mixture of cum and piss is the taste
and smell I live for. I often drink from toilets and urinals after guys
have had a piss and rub the piss all over my body. Sometimes I walk around
shopping centers with the piss of many men on my body and clothes but no
one ever notices.

The heavy set man looked down at me and smiled. He understood completely.
He pointed his cock at my face and let out a full stream of piss over me,
on my face, my body and my butt and cock and balls. I felt deeply in
love. When he finished I put my face to the floor to lick up the pools of
piss on the floor, showing him my plug filled hole. He ripped the plug out,
pushed my head down into the urinal and fucked me deep and hard. When he
pulled out he made me lick my own shit off his shaft and then went back to
fucking me. This is what I had waited for all those days and nights. Sure I
had had plenty of wild sex, but this guy was perfect -- big chunky
buttocks, heavy balls, long thick cock, big chest and every bit as sleazy
as me. We did everything dedicated toilets fairies desire that night.

But I do not expect perfection every time. Just yesterday a man in his
seventies came into the toilet I was waiting in and we jut gently touched
each other's cocks for awhile. Two toilet fairies still at it after a
lifetime breathing the smell of stale piss, listening to dripping taps and
waiting for footsteps.

Friends in the Hockey Locker Room

2008-05-17T03:02:00.000-07:00

It's around 7:00.  The hockey team crowds into the overheated, steamy
locker room overrun with the stench of unwashed hockey gear.  The room is
designed so the big communal shower was on one side and the single bathroom
stall and dual urinals are next to each other.  There are 6 of them in all,
Nick is nearest to the stalls on the opposite wall and Jacob is next to the
showers on the same bench as Nick.  Between them sits Henry.  Nick is still
in his goalie gear at this time, and is beginning to peel off his sticky
undershirt.  Nick is around 5'7", with shaggy dark hair and a serious face.
He has a skinny body and hairy strong powerful legs leading up to his
crotch.  Henry is faster, and his shirt has just came off, revealing a
white chest and surprisingly cute nipples, covered in sweat. Henry is about
an inch taller than Nick, with shorter hair and a similar skin tone..
Although his boxers were still fairly high up, you could see the beginnings
of a happy trail.  Jacob is lagging and talking to Henry a little bit, and
has just taken off his shoulder pads, but his arm muscles are visible;
smooth and toned.  His shaggy brown hair is wet with sweat and water from
the practice, and he is visibly exhausted.  The boys are just chatting, not
really looking at each other's bodies, yet.
 On the other side of the room, Brian, Spencer, and Josh are sitting
and far ahead of the other boys.  Brian is opposite Nick, and he is a
complete stunner.  Taller than the rest of the boys, around 5'11", he has
shaggy black hair and a strong, built body.  His skin is really white, but
his arms are bulging with muscles and just a bit of hair.  His pads are
almost off, and he is starting to rub his abs under his white t-shirt which
he then removes.  At this point, he is just wearing a pair of boxer briefs
which do a bad job containing his very impressive bulge.  Nick continues to
stare at Brian's thighs but doesn't say anything.  Next to Brian is
Spencer, who is softly airing out his loose boxers and wearing nothing
else.  Spencer is the tannest boy in the room and his shortly cropped hair
is drizzled with water that also runs down his chest.  Spencer is almost
5'10", and is desperately trying to escape his inferiority complex which
stems from him being very short at one time, and consequently
much...smaller....down there.  However, now he has filled out, and the
other boys realize that he has probably grown significantly since last
season.  Finally, Josh sits on the far end of the bench opposite Jacob.  He
is still wearing his under-armor and tight pants, although very little is
noticeable down by where a bulge should be.  Josh is a bit shy and is
eyeing Jacob from across the room as Jacob lowers his boxers a little to
rub his thighs.  Josh is tan and the cutest boy in the room, although he is
self-conscious.  He has size 12 shoes but doesn't want his friends to see
his penis because he has no idea if its big or not, and Nick likes to make
fun of him for it anyway.
 Henry and Spencer, both in overly loose boxers so that nothing can
really be seen, start discussing girls.  "No way Spencer, I totally got the
best head from Sara last night!"  Spencer adjusts his penis over his
boxers.  "Well Henry, you've never experienced a hot senior girl like
Nicole running her tongue over your dick now have you?"  Brian steps in and
says, "But Spencer, you've never seen a girl like Nicole suck a dick this
big."  He laughs and puts his hand over his obviously massive penis.  Nick
laughs, "calm down Brian, we don't need to see that thing dude we all get
enough pussy in here, except for Josh of course!"  Josh blushes all over
and Spencer turns to him and slaps his butt, "there Josh! Now you got some
baby!" All the boys laugh and Josh giggles along with them.  Jacob has a
great idea, "come on Spence, I need some ass too man!" Spencer the runs
across the tiny locker room to Jacob and pushes him against the wall and
pretends to rape him as all the guys crack up.  Spencer slaps Jacob's butt
and pulls down his boxers and keeps spanking it till its a little bit red.
All the boys are laughing and Jacob turns around with his boxers around his
ankles.  Everyone looks at Jacob's penis and Spencer says "Nice one Jacob,
too bad its not big or anything!"  Jacob replies "Oh be quiet man, its
average sized, like 6 inches or so, yours is probably half that!"  Jacob
pulls down Spencer's boxers revealing a 7 inch soft penis.  Jacob recoils,
"well it looks like you're a bit bigger than me Spencer."
 The boys are all starting to get turned on by the two exposed
dicks.  Spencer spins around and shows off his soft penis to his friends
and Henry comments on how Spencer's butt is super white while the rest of
his body is so tan.  Spencer laughs and asks if Henry's butt is as white as
his body.  Henry smiles at Spencer and pulls down his boxers for everyone
to see.  "Yupp guys, i'm white" Henry and Jacob are exactly the same size,
except Henry starts to get a boner and starts to rub it in front of his
friends.  Spencer laughs and reaches out to grab Henry's hard dick to
everyone's shock.  Brian asks "Spencer that's really hot but I think its
gay man."  Spencer says "Brian shut up, yours is too big for anyone to
handle!"  Spencer looks at Henry for approval; Henry winks and blushes and
Spencer continues to play around with the tip of Henry's throbbing cock.
At the same time, Nick walks over to the urinal on the right and begins to
stroke his cock while pulling down his boxers.  Brian notices this and
walks over to the left urinal and takes out his thick penis and rubs it.
The two boys smile at each other and Brian moves his big hand over onto
Nick's hard cock and starts jerking it for him.  Nick does the same to
Brian and moans a little as Brian's massive dick moves back and forth in
his hand.  Brian smiles at Nick and jerks his big dick for him, playing
with his balls from time to time.  Spencer and Henry have paired off and
start to kiss each other and while caressing each other's dicks.  Spencer
hard nipples are rubbing against Henry's chest and Spencer starts to kiss
Henry's neck.  Henry moans out "oh Spencer, dude, you turn me on so much, I
want to bust all over you man" Meanwhile, Josh and Jacob give each other
dirty looks.  Jacob, already with his boxers down, shuffles over to Josh
and asks if he is big.  Josh stutters but and tells Jacob he can find out
if he wants.  Jacob smirks and starts kissing down Josh's chest, past his
nipples and abs until he gets to his boxer line.  Then Jacob pulls down
Josh's boxers in one swoop and takes his dick in his mouth while going to
his knees.  Jacob looks up at Josh and says "yes Josh, you have a very cute
small penis."  Brian hears this from the urinals and laughs "I knew he
did!"  Nick tells Brian to cut Josh some slack, after all Josh is a total
cutie.  Nick walks over to Josh and Jacob, totally naked, and Josh goes
down on his knees and starts licking Nick's balls and penis head with his
wet tongue.  Jacob goes over to Brian and they make out right next to Nick
and Josh.  Spencer sits down on the bench and Henry starts to blow him as
Nick licks Henry's penis.  The boys form a blowjob line.  Nick, Brian, and
Spencer, the three big boys, are standing, while Josh, Jacob, and Henry are
on their knees in front of them blowing them, respectively.  They hold
hands as they get blown, and Nick starts to rub Brian's leg and comes
closer and closer to cumming.  Spencer is the first one to give in.  He
moans as loud as he can, making the other boys even harder, Henry keeps
sucking on Spencer's rock hard cock and gets prepared for a huge load of
cum to burst out.  Spencer cums in Henry's mouth and he smiles as Spencer
busts all over his face.  Henry runs to the shower to wash the cum off his
face and Spencer follows.  They hold each other in the shower and start
rubbing each other's dicks again, jerking as fast as they can.  Spencer's
glistening body gets wet in the shower and Henry runs his hands down his
chest to his hips and rubs his thighs before taking Spencer's hardening
cock in his hands again.  Spencer's smooth 7 incher is loving every touch
of Henry's powerful hands.  All the boys can hear Spencer moan "Ohhhh, mmm
Henry don't stop doing that, rub it faster, it's so hard, mmm Henry oh baby
rub my dick, get on your knees and lick it."  Meanwhile, Josh asks Nick if
he can give him some great head.  Nick nods his head and Josh runs his
smooth arms across Nick's chest before placing his hands on Nick's sides
and starting to kiss down his chest, to his abs and eventually to the tip
of his 7 and half inch dick.  His tongue slinks down Nick's dick, licking
the sides and shaft as Nick moans.  Josh puts Nick's cock in his mouth and
begins to suck it.  Then he deep throats it and places his soft hands on
Nick's upper thighs.
 Brian is the youngest boy, and he walks up to Nick and Josh and
starts rubbing Nick's bare chest with his smooth but big hands as Nick's
fingers run down Brian's chest to his hard penis.  Nick nudges Josh off his
cock and starts to caress Brian rubbing his butt cheeks and muscular but
bare thighs while Brian's warm hand strokes Nick's hard cock for him.
Brian is great at it, and Nick moans a little bit and he starts to jerk
Brian at the same time, pausing to rub his balls for him too.  Nick runs
his hands up Brian's chest to his neck and shoulders, and pushes him down
to his knees and he whispers in his ear "suck me Brian."  He obeys and
begins to lick Nick's shaft at first while caressing his thighs.  Then he
speeds up and begins sucking it, taking it in his mouth and running it on
his soft, warm tongue.  Nick's feet shake and Brian takes more of his cock
into his mouth, sucking faster now and letting Nick rub his hair too.
Nick's legs tighten up and he pumps his cock forward, ready to cum.  Brian
gets ready for it and engulfs his mouth on Nick's cock and doesn't let it
out until all of Nick's cum has been shot into his mouth.  Then Brian
swallows it and gives Nick's cock one last lick.

Caught Behind

2008-05-13T22:20:00.000-07:00

The woman in my life had been away for a fortnight and would still be away for another two weeks. We normally enjoyed an active sex life and I was frustrated as all hell.

We were both bisexual and I was allowed to ‘play’ as long as it was only with men if she wasn’t also involved. She knew I was a passive slut when engaged with men and this only turned her on more than her usual aroused state. She loved to hear the ‘dirty details’ of any encounters I had the more depraved the better she liked it.

Now I needed some relief after a long week at work I’d decided to get some relief on a fine sultry Friday night. I prepared myself, shaved my balls and arse, clipped on my cock-ring and ball spreader and poured myself into a torn pair of jeans. Boots and a loose shirt completed the outfit and I hit the road to travel the short drive to the park where I knew I’d get used.

The park is only a small affair near the port of a small town but it does have a deliciously isolated toilet block that allows you to hear anyone approaching as they crunch along the gravel pathway that leads between the dense spiky bushes from the car park. The toilet block only has two cubicles and a urinal along one wall, but it is usually frequented by men after dark with very few of the kids etc that frequent the area during daylight hours. Being a tourist town there are lots of chances for assignations with total strangers and this was what I was looking for. The graphics on the walls left no doubt as the use of the block even thought the council regularly painted over the scrawled bragging and begging it was soon replaced and business went on as usual.

The cubicles had a large hole between them as did the one furthest from the entrance where someone could stand out of sight in a dark corner and enjoy the activities of the room. I’d often watched or joined up to six men either in the cubicles or at the urinals late at night wanking, sucking and fucking. My preferred place was in the cubicle with two holes getting two holes filled!

The car park had quite a few cars in it but I knew most of the occupants would have strolled down to the pier away from the secluded toilets and only those who wanted some fun would venture near the locally notorious block after nightfall.

I made my way to the block as unobtrusively as possible, it was still early and I expected few to be there. I moved inside, allowing my eyes to adjust to the gloom, the lights were out and only natural illumination filtered through the door and the screened gap between the top of the walls and the roof.

Of course anyone there would have heard the tread of my boots on the path and I wasn’t to surprised not to see or hear the two men present until I’d unbuttoned and made as if having a piss. A slight moan gave them away.

I turned, leaving my hard cock out to peer into the dark corner behind me. No one was there so I stepped into this darkest corner of the block and looked into the cubicle. A man was on his knees his face against the hole in the opposite wall. From this distance it was obvious he was servicing a needy cock pushed through from the first cubicle.

I watched for a while quietly calling encouragement to the cock sucker. He seemed to enjoy the dirty talk and doubled and redoubled his efforts to suck the cock dry. The owner of the cock began to grunt and moan then I saw the sucker pull free and wank a huge cock across his face and catch thick splashes of cum on his tongue as the far man let out his loudest groan so far. He quickly withdrew his cock and I heard him zip up and leave.

The sucker turned towards me, staying on his knees, mouth open and cum splashed. He was idly pulling on a good sized cock. I pushed my cock through the hole and he swallowed me immediately. I have about 7” of uncut cock but he had it down to the balls in a flash, a slobbery sucking, licking cock hound. He sucked and slobbered around my excited cock better than any woman could ever imagine doing. I thought he’d suck my balls through the eye of my cock and couldn’t help squealing as I shot the biggest load of my life into his throat.

I sagged against the wall leaving my cack through the wall and he slowly pulled back allowing my slowly shrinking cock flapping in the cool night air. He’d occasionally lick the head and I began to revive, I can usually get it up a few times in pretty quick succession.

“My balls are blue and aching.” I heard him say. “Would you empty them for me?” he asked.

‘Would I.’ I thought and quickly turned around while dropping my trousers around my ankles. “Fill her up big boy.” I joked and before I’d even thought of how exposed I was standing in the open part of the toilets I was being entered.

His cock was a good size, a big head that pulled at my sphincter and long enough to ensure I knew he was up me. I pressed both hands against the wall in front of me and pushed my hole against the hole as hard as I could to let him get up me as far as his throbbing cock could reach.

I was fucking randy and careless and was soon urging him on louder than I realised. The combined sounds of his grunts and panting with my urging and pleading and the slopping of a loosening hole around a mushroom head was an aphrodisiac to both of us and soon we did it. We came at the same, noisy, wet time.

I don’t usually cum without some cock action but being as randy as I was and being plumbed by such an ideal cock had done it.

He pulled out and quickly left the toilet. I slowly pulled my trousers up and staggered outside. I slipped around the back of the toilets and stripped. I don’t know, to this day what came over me but I stripped off and waited for the next occupants.

I slowly stroked my cock just stopping short of cumming until I heard action in the toilets, two men had entered only minutes before and I could hear moaning and rhythmic bumping of the cubicle walls. I pushed my right fist up my arse and fucked in time to the rhythm of the action I could hear. My imagination and the danger of being caught made it all the more illicit and exciting. I punched my hole as hard as I could, grunts and slurping sounds announcing each entry I achieved. I stroked my cock and made myself last until I heard the toilet fuckers satisfying their lust and then joined then letting my semen squirt onto the outside wall, gleaming in the moonlight and tried to reach my tonsils, the hard way.

I was still there when the two men left and I watched them walk away before pulling my fist out of my arse and thrilling to the obscene sound of my arsehole slurping, the warm splash of mucus on my thighs and the ache of a used fuck hole. I leant against the wall while my heart stopped pounding and I caught my breath before licking my hand clean and pulling on my clothes.

One last task was left. I re-entered the toilet and licked around each glory hole to get the full taste of the cocks that had been through them. The taste of cock, semen and saliva had me hard again and I resolved that a night on the dildo was required. But that’s another story…

Massage

2008-04-09T14:32:00.000-07:00

I rang a masseur I had heard of and asked if he could come over tonight, as I was feeling rather tense. He said he would be over in a couple of hours. I thought, great I will have time to shower and shave. I spent ages shaving my legs, pubes, underarms and my bum. I put on plenty of moisturizer all over my body and sat down to enjoy a wine and put a DVD about shemales on.
He arrived right on time and knocked on the door, I slipped on a short red satin robe. I opened the door and showed him in to where the massage table was. He excused himself to go and wash his hands and I stripped off and lay face down on the table with my semi erect cock pointing down between my legs.

He stood at my head and poured oil on my back and started to rub down my back and my arms. This was relaxing. He then moved down to the other end of the table and poured the oil over my freshly shaven legs. He commented on the DVD that was showing and he seemed to like it. He started with a hand on each ankle and started to slide upwards and then back down again. Each time he moved his hands up my legs they would go a little further. I spread my legs and his hands ran up my inner thighs lightly touching my cock and balls. At first I thought he didn’t feel me but as he moved his hands up again they lingered around my cock. By this time I was rock hard and my cock was still bent down under me with precum oozing out.

My legs by this stage were spread so far apart that he could see everything. He poured oil over my bum and started to massage my cheeks and I could feel the oil running down to my hole. It wasn’t long before his fingers were tickling my hole and every time he touched it my bum raised up to meet his fingers.

He stopped and came around to the head of the table again and started on my shoulders and head. It was then that I felt his hard cock against my head; I didn’t even know when he took his clothes off. As he kept rubbing me the feeling of his cock against my head was too much. I had hidden a condom under the towel on the table and quickly put it on his delicious cock and engulfed him until my nose was touching his stomach. It was too much for him as he moved around to the side of the table as I shifted onto my back and lifted one leg and he entered me. It wasn’t long before we both came with me pulling myself so hard I ended up with come all over my tits and face.

I didn’t know, although I had hoped, that this would happen and I am sure it will happen again, except next time I will be all dressed up in stockings, panties, bra, wig and make up, it should prove to be an interesting evening.

Private compartment

2008-03-16T21:14:00.000-07:00

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sands," the conductor explained, "I know you have a reservation for a private berth, but due to over booking all we have left is a compartment for two!!!" "Your berth mate is a nice young man, so we hope you can see your way clear to accept these alternate accommodations at no cost to you of course!!!" The train was about to leave the station and Vic Sands was just finding out that his reservation on the Overland Chief from Chicago to Seattle was not being honored because of some stupid bureaucratic bungling! He had hoped to spend his travel time alone in his room reading and sleeping, but now that would be quite impossible, so with an obvious look of disgust on his face, Vic grudgingly accepted the conductor's offer and stowed his luggage in his berth and headed off to the observation car for a drink. After several high balls, Vic began to relax and tried to put the incident with the conductor behind him. It wouldn't do any good to mope about it, and he was saving a bundle of cash on the deal so why not make the best of a bad situation!!! The drinks had not only calmed him down, but they also had made him quite drowsy, so after rising to his feet on slightly unsteady legs, he made her way back to his berth for an afternoon nap. Sliding open the compartment door, Vic was surprised to find his traveling partner in their room unpacking his suitcase. The conductor had been right, he appeared to be a very nice young man, whom Vic guessed to be about twenty four or five years old. After stepping into the room, he extended his hand and said, "I'm Vic Sands, I guess we'll be sharing a compartment together!" The younger man accepted Vic's hand and replied, "My name is Seth Kilmer, I took the upper berth if that's okay with you, I had the upper bunk back home and I'm used to sleeping up in the air!" "No problem," replied Vic, "since I have about twenty years on you, I just as soon not have to climb all the way up there!!!"

Seth laughed at Vic's little joke and then returned to the task of unpacking his clothes. When he was finished he asked, "Do you mind if I take a quick shower, I feel pretty grimy after carrying that heavy suitcase in this heat?" "No, go right ahead," answered Vic, "I'm just going to lie down and take a nap until dinner!" Vic slid into his bunk and was about to turn his back to the room when out of the corner of his eye she saw Seth stripping out of his things right in the middle of the compartment!!! Trying to act as natural as possible, Vic watched the young man until he was standing there totally nude! Seth Kilmer had an incredible body, long and lean, with not a hint of fat, and a long thick cock hanging between his taut thighs. A very unaware Seth looked at Vic and said, "I'll just be a few minutes, and then you can have it!" Vic, trying to act nonchalant replied, "Take your time, I won't need one until bedtime!" While listening to the water gushing from the shower head in the bathroom, Vic couldn't help thinking about the naked form of his room mate and how it was making his pecker turn into a woody!!!

Vic had just dozed off when the bathroom door burst open and out pranced a dripping wet Seth drying his short curley hair. "It's all yours," Seth offered, his naked body still dripping wet from his shower! Vic was now staring openly at Seth's body, but for some reason he didn't care whether Seth saw him or not! Seth noticed the look on Vic's face and said, "What's the matter, am I offending you!?!" "Not at all," Vic almost too quickly responded, "I was just admiring your excellent physical condition!" Seth took that as a real compliment and did a fast pirouette, giving Vic a better look at his whole body and then replying, "You look in pretty good shape yourself, I'll bet even better than me!!!" "Oh, not a chance," retorted Vic, "I have a few sags here and there, but I'm not as young as I used to be!!!" "Oh come on," rejoined Seth, "just look at you, you're perfect!!!" Before Vic could answer, Seth had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet and as he was taking off Vic's shirt said, "The only way to be sure is to compare ourselves side by side!" Vic stood slightly stunned while the young man proceeded to removed all of his clothing until he was totally naked and then said, "See, I told you so you're perfect!" Vic's pecker immediately stood at attention while Seth checked out his body. "My, my, don't we have a large penis," commented Seth, and then calmly reaching out, he cupped Vic's balls gently in his hands!!! A low moan gurgled in Vic's throat, which brought a light chuckle from Seth and the comment, "Like that do you, well how do you like this," as he grabbed Vic's hardon and began jerking it in a firm but gentle fashion?!? Vic gasped when his spike convulsed slightly, and then in a shaky voice he begged, P-please, suck me!!!" "God, you're a good cocksucker," he gasped as the young man took him into his mouth, "oh my god, you're sucking me off!!!" The combination of mouth on pecker and finger in ass was too much for Vic to bear, and as his legs quaked unsteadily, a numbing climax ripped through his groin while he filled Seth's mouth with a load of life giving cum!!!

Vic was almost stunned at the incredible turn of events, so when Seth stood calmly in front of him with that terrific erection bobbing gently up and down, he did the thing any red blooded man would do, and sucked the hot pecker deep into his hungry mouth!!! "Oh my," the young man sighed as Vic licked and sucked the big hammer for all he was worth, "I-I can tell you've done this before!!!" "Vic chuckled at that comment and replied, "Well, maybe once or twice anyway," before returning to suck Seth's hardon with a vengeance!!! With years of cocksucking experience to guide him, Vic quickly brought the young stud to a brutally vicious climax that caused his legs to buckle as his sperm rocketed into the older man's hot wet mouth!!!

Seth collapsed back onto the lower bunk, totally spent from the experience, while his new friend offered softly, "And that, is the way to start a trip!!!

Rodeo Rough Riders

2008-02-28T01:52:00.000-08:00

Hank climbed on the big black bull that was snorting in the pen. He placed his left hand securely under the rope and held on before giving a thumb up with his right hand. The gate opened and the big black bull leaped out of the pen to the cheering of the crowd. Hank focused on staying glued to the raging animal’s back as he rode it around the arena.

The seconds seemed to creep by slowly as the tall and limber rodeo rough rider hung on to back of the big black bull. His body jerked back and forth as the raging animal tried to throw him. When he finally heard the bell that told him that his eight seconds was over, he slipped his left hand out from under the rope and jumped off.

Hank landed hard but he managed not to break anything but his hat went flying off. He quickly got to his feet and starting running towards the nearest fence. The raging animal wasted no time in setting his sights on the rodeo rough rider. Hank pulled himself up and over the fence seconds before the big black bull took a swipe at him.

“That was a great ride,” he heard a familiar voice say.

He smiled at the sight of his best friend and lover, Paul, who was also a rodeo rough rider. His hat was returned by a rodeo clown and he gave his thanks.

“Your ride is going to be tough to beat,” Hank said as the pair waited for the scoring announcement.

They both hugged each other when they heard that his ride put him in second place behind Paul. They wanted the hug to last longer and end with a kiss but they were out in public so they settled for a pat on the back followed by a handshake. They watched the next three rodeo rough riders but none of them stayed on for the entire eight seconds that it took to score.

The pair went on their way to the winner’s circle and accepted the prizes. Hank won five thousand dollars while Paul received ten thousand and a trophy. They pretended to enjoy the scantily clad women that posed with them for the public relations pictures. Only a handful of people knew that the rough riders were gay lovers.

After the festivities of winning wrapped up, the pair went back to their hotel room and helped each other strip off their dusty clothes. Both men were in their early thirties and seen several years of riding the rodeo circuit. Hank had a scar from were a bull’s horn ripped open the skin under his left rib cage. Luckily for him, the horn did not puncture anything and the rip only needed a dozen stitches.

The rough riders were both tall and limber but Paul had a lighter shade of brown eyes and hair. Hank’s skin was also much tanner than that of his best friend and lover. Each of the rough riders kept their hair short and their pubic mounds shaved. Neither of them had very much body hair. The men stepped into the shower and Hank turned on the water. They soaped each other up while checking for bruises.

After rinsing the soap off, they embraced and kissed each other in the shower. Both of the cowboys were well hung and their members began to stiffen. The water was turned off and they stepped carefully out of the shower stall. They toweled each other off and walked to the bed.

Hank pulled the bedspread, blanket and top sheet off the bed. He then sat down on the bed’s edge and looked up into the other man’s light brown eyes.

“Congratulations on your win today,” the rough rider said.

Paul smiled and stepped close to his best friend and gay lover. His smile grew larger as he felt Hank’s lips wrap themselves around his swelling member. He let out a sigh of satisfaction as he received another great blowjob. Today’s win made his fourth one in a row.

Hank managed to take all the rough rider’s eight inch cock into his mouth. As he sucked, his fingers massaged the hairless balls. His throat muscles squeezed the purple glan and made the cock swell ever bigger.

After several moments of sucking Paul’s member, he slid his moist mouth off and climbed on the bed. He got on all fours and wiggled his butt.

“Time for another great ride,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“And this is the better of the two,” Paul said as he climbed on the bed.

He positioned himself behind Hank and spread his buttocks wide. He pressed his spit-covered glan against the quivering anus and gently pushed his way inside. Both of the rodeo rough riders let out a moan of pleasure.

Paul inched his eight inch cock deeper into his gay lover’s ass. He then proceeded to slowly fuck Hank’s asshole slowly. His hard cock went in and out of the anal cavity easily.

Hank’s member, swung freely between his legs. He moaned a few times as the hard cock went in and out of his asshole. He was used to the feeling since he had been on the receiving end for the last fourth wins. His luck would change soon and he would win first place.

Paul felt his pre-cum escape his cock and he increased the speed of his thrusting. He soon exploded deep inside his gay lover’s asshole. His hairless balls drained themselves of the precious fluid.

Hank felt the semen fill his anal cavity moments before his gay lover’s spent cock slipped out. The pair hugged and kissed before he found his hard cock inside his gay lover’s moist mouth.

Paul deep throated the seven inch cock until he felt the pre-cum slip down his throat. He pulled his mouth away just in time for the rough rider to explode on his face. He used his fingers to scoop it all into his mouth.

“Now let’s get a steak,” Hank said.

The rough riders dressed in their best clothes and went to the nearest steak house. They would have to be on the road tomorrow to head to the next rodeo and start the process all over again.

Camping out with Craig and Chris in Amstedam

2008-02-17T05:35:00.000-08:00

Craig and Chris came back for a week! To visit a few friends so we decided to go camping out in the woods to be alone and to have fun! This would be the 3rd time that we have done anything sexually: We all slept completed naked! And they made the same joke about my poo pants, which I started to laugh as well! Craig told me that his penis as grown really big since the last time I saw him. Chris's had grown to the same size and mine which was still pretty big but Craig's was at least 3 inches bigger than mine and around 2 inches bigger thank any other dicks I had to this date!

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Craig would not let me suck him off until he had shoved it up my rear end but he did let his brother suck him off! I let them both suck me off before sucking Chris erected penis!

He told me to bend over and shoved it right up my arse! I yelled, since I never had a penis like his before, Craig asked me if I had a poo before I left! I said last one I had was day before yesterday! Knowing this was part of the reason! But he continued really fast after he produced! He took it out and the pain slowly went! Chris went next and filled my arse full of cum! And told me next time I should have a poo before having a penis up my shit hole! After he let his load go they watched me have a shit! After I watched Craig does Chris up the arse before letting me do Chris, which was brilliant? I then did Craig before watching Chris do his brother from behind! We went to sleep naked and near each other!

When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for a walk naked in the woods! We decided to only wear shoes so we would not stand on anything! We had to hide a few times due to other people walking like families and we thought we couldn’t let them see us! Craig spotted a place to rest for a few minutes then Craig asked if he could do me right here! I said yep ok! I enjoyed it especially being in the open. Without me knowing when I was having a poo, Craig had one has well! Had when I got back I asked if I could do him! He told me he just had a poo! So he would end up being really messy, I said it will not be that messy so he said make sure when you get back to the tent to clean your penis then! And I did him and he was correct my penis ended up being a right mess! We walked back and I cleaned my penis on some toilet paper we had and I allowed Chris to clean my bomb, which he did, before rimming me! For well over 5 minutes! Chris and Craig’s parent we coming but I knew they would not be there for at least 5 minutes so we had a 3sum I did Chris and Craig did me!

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The three musketeers

2008-01-30T01:03:00.000-08:00

Brock, Chris, and Cory had all been friends since elementary school. They were always close, nicknamed the 3 Musketeers by many of their peers. They each knew which girls the others liked, and they talked about everything. The three of these guys grew up in a small but nice town—one of those towns where the high school football team is the most popular thing around. Brock, Chris, and Cory just happened to be the stars of the team. All three of them had that real all-American, Abercrombie & Fitch look. Dusty blonde hair, tan skin, tall with athletic physiques. Of course, all the girls loved them.

One night it was beautiful weather and the football team had a big game. It was the championships, and it seemed like the whole town turned out to support. The bleachers were filled, and the team ran out on to the field running and screaming, their adrenaline rushing. The game was intense, and in the end, the home team won. Brock was named MVP, and Cory and Chris also received a lot of praise.

After being congratulated, the team headed back to the locker room. Like any typical bunch of guys, the locker room was a place to joke around, have fun, whip each other with towels, and talk about anything-especially sex. The kinds of things people said were “Dude, I went to the Bahamas with Courtney on spring break, and I totally got some hot ass everyday!” or “I was watching this porno, and man, this chick was fucking amazing. I came so hard watching her.” There were also all the guys who always had to brag about how big their dicks were and how small everybody else was.

The showers were definitely the place which all the guys loved most. It wasn’t that the team was gay, but they all knew each other so well they didn’t mind being naked around each other. They would smack each others asses and just do stupid shit like that. That night of the big game, everybody was pretty wiped out and wanted to just head home and sleep. Cory, Brock, and Chris all lived nearby one another, and they carpooled home. Brock’s parents called him though and told him that they were coming home from the city and they were stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. They would not get there for over an hour. This was O.K. though—the three guys could just hang out and talk. Plus, this meant that they got extra shower time.

After showering, they wrapped towels around themselves and all took a seat. There were two benches right across from each other, and on one Chris and Brock sat, and on the other sat Cory, so they were all facing each other. The locker room was still filled with steam and it swirled around the guys. The three guys had their towels so that their faint, blonde treasure trails were running down and you could almost see the top of the pubic hair. They began talking, mostly about sports and stuff. Then they started talking about Brock’s girlfriend, and how often they have sex and is it good. They were all getting excited, and could see the tents in the towels start to rise.

Brock was telling them about his girlfriend’s tits and how round they were and the way she rubs them on his dick when she gives him head. “That’s it, I’m so horny” said Chris. Cory agreed. “Man, we still have over an hour to wait…I gotta get home and rub one off!” the other two laughed and nodded and said that what they were going to do too.

Then Brock said, “Hey…don’t get the wrong idea, but we could just jerk it here. I mean, we’ve all seen each others junk before” Cory and Chris both laughed, but then said “Hey, why not?!” They all stood up and took off their towels. Their hard dicks popped up and beads of water rolled down their firm chests, then down their muscular things and round, toned, smooth asses. They then sat again and simply started jerking off. The locker room was filled with moans and groans of pleasure. They started looking at each other, their hands all stroking their cocks up and down. It was getting them all even hotter. After several minute of this, Chris said, “what the hell…” and he got up and walked over to Brock. Brock smirked and took Chris’s cock in his hand. Cory watched, amazed, as Brock jerked off Chris. Then Cory, feeling left out, went over and took Brock’s big dick. “Just don’t tell anybody, and this will be great” said Brock.

They went on like this for a few minutes when finally Brock grabbed Chris’s ass and pulled him forward, shoving his cock into his mouth. Chris threw his head back in pleasure, only to meet Cory’s cock in his face. He replied by taking it in his mouth as well. The three of them remained like that, sucking each other off. Brock loved the feeling of having his mouth filled with a hard, pulsing cock. He felt the pre cum trickle into his mouth and down his throat. Then, overcome by excitement, her pulled Chris’s cock out of his mouth, stood up, and walked behind Chris, who was still blowing Cory. Cory watched as Brock circled behind Chris, his ass flexing when he stepped. With one hand, Brock grabbed Chris’s hip, and with the other he pushed down on Chris’s back, forcing him to bend over. Then he took his hand and spit on it and rubbed his cock with it. he started jerking off and kneeled down so his face was close to Chris’s ass. He spread his cheeks apart and dove his tongue into his asshole. The view of seeing Brocks face digging inside Chris’s hairless, smooth ass drove Cory crazy. Cory all of a sudden blew a load right into Chris’s mouth. Chris swallowed some of it, and the rest dribbled down his chin, neck, and chest.

Brock was still at work on his ass, but then stood up and aligned his dick with Chris’s asshole. He gently pushed forward so his dick head was just pressing into his ass. The, with one swift motion, Brock shoved his whole cock into Chris. Chris moaned…it felt amazing. Them Cory went underneath Chris and started sucking him off. Now Chris was being sucked and fucked. Brock was pounding Chris hard, pulling Chris’s shoulders as he thrust his cock in the tight hole. Then Cory saw Brocks face twist and tighten, and knew he was gonna come. He pushed Brock out of Chris and said, “Hey, not so fast.” Cory led Brock to a bench where Brock layed down on his back, his cock up in the air. Cory straddled Brock and slowly lowered his body until he was sitting on Brocks manhood. Cory bounced up and down with Brock inside him, and Chris straddled Brock’s head so that Brock was tea bagging him. Brock licked Chris’s balls and fucked Cory for a long time. He let his tongue swirl around each of Chris’s nuts and licked the line that runs up the middle of the ball sac. Chris couldn’t take it anymore and exploded cum all over Brock’s face, chest, and Cory’s back.

Once again, Brock’s big hard cock and the feeling of jizz running down his back sent Cory over the edge. He blew a second load onto Brock’s legs and the bench. Then Brock, who had been holding in a huge orgasm, finally screamed and let loose in Cory’s ass. His warm cum filled his ass and when he pulled Cory off him, cum was dripping out of him.

The 3 Musketeers all stood up and looked at each other, each one dripping with sweat and cum. They laughed when they heard Brock’s cell phone ring. “Yeah, we’ll be out in a minute” said Brock into the phone.

“I hope we make it to the championships again next season,” said Cory. They all laughed, got dressed, and walked out of the locker room.

First time fuck toy

2008-01-27T03:33:00.000-08:00

I was 18. I have always had fantasy"s about being picked up by a well endowed, dominant older man and used for sex. His name was Steve, I placed an ad on one of those phone - sex date lines With my stats - White, 18 years old, 6 foot tall, 140 lbs, thin build, 28 inch waist, 36 inch hips, medium length dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, no body hair, 6” cut cock, long thin legs, plump round “bubble” butt, virgin, bottom, love to please, seeking a tall, older, large framed, hung top man for my first time.

He responded ( along with about 20 others ). I picked him because he took charge telling me what he wanted when and how and was very specific (I hate 1 word responses, they demonstrate a lack of enthusiasm to me), was tall (6"6") and well hung (9“). I gave him my # and he called me 2 minutes later (enthusiasm is +++) I had always had fantasy"s about men with big dicks but had never even so much as touched another mans cock.

My fantasy"s mostly included being picked up, teasing the guy, being eyed like a piece of meat, and generally feeling like a slut, having him manhandle and me, hard as a rock, force me down to suck and worship his massive throbbing cock and then variously fuck me 6 ways from Sunday. Sometimes loaning me out as a gift to his big dicked friends and or neighbors for blow jobs or a whole weekend of fucking and sucking, often introducing me as his virginal nephew or stepson, sometimes in groups or taking rotating turns fucking me in the back of a van while the other (s) drive or tied to a bed like some kind of communal fuck toy.

I have always had a fantasy (unfulfilled) about being fucked in a moving vehicle. We arranged to meet at a local train station near my house at around 8pm, he told me to wear a small skirt, no underwear and the smallest tightest white t shirt I could find. I expressed hesitation about wearing a skirt as I had never been interested in cross dressing, but he assured me it was not cross dressing, just role playing. He said he didn’t like cross dressers, he liked boys in short skirts for the “access“, how their ass looked, and the venerability it made them feel and display and besides, I WAS going to do it, so into my sisters closet I went, retrieving her old plaid skirt from a school uniform several years ago and a white t shirt. I was very skinny when I was 18. At 6" and around 140lb with a 28-30” waist. My hips stuck out from my profile, my ass was round as a peach and with my shoulder length blond hair in a ponytail high on the back of my head I probably looked very feminine from behind. The fact that my sisters skirt was from her 5th grade year didn’t help, it was tight on me and way, way too short, so it rode high in the back, draping over my plump little ass in a futile attempt to cover the billowing flesh beneath .

The bottom of my little round cheeks conspicuously poking out below the thin fabric, bouncing ever so slightly as I moved . I stood under a street light near the curb, shivering nervously under my black leather jacket ( Not what he told me to wear, but it was cold ) skin goose bumped. After about a 1/2 hour a very tall, large framed man with a slight belly, big pecks, thick arms and a strong build walked past I could feel him staring at my ass as he approached and he gave me an "I‘d Like to fuck you senseless" look as he passed. I was wondering if he thought I was a girl, other guys had been eyeing me as they walked out of the station and I could feel their gaze on my over exposed cheeks.

My nipples were hard from the cold and the butterflies in my stomach were getting stronger. Exited, but nervous I tried to look sexy, arching my back and crossing my legs slightly as I leaned against a bus stop pole to make my ass stick out. I watched the stranger walk across the lot. He got into a car and drove around to the curb where I was shivering and rolled down the window. Annoyed that I was being stood up, I didn"t realize that this could be my “date” until he called out my name. I nervously walked to the passenger window of his large, dark colored sedan, praying that a security camera wouldn’t see me as my marginally concealed ass became totally exposed when I bent down to the window. “Hi” I said, as flirtatiously as I could, are you Steve? “You must be Matt” he said in a voice deep enough to make my knees wobble.

Eyeing me up and down like a dog eyes a T-bone he said “Why don’t you get in and warm up”. My heart jumped with nervous excitement as I quickly opened the door and stepped forward, eyeing the prominent bulge in his jeans. “Take off the jacket and turn around once so I can get a look at you” he said firmly. I obediently complied, dropping my jacked to the ground and spinning slowly, hoping desperately that he liked what he saw. “Bend down and show me that firm little round ass of yours” he ordered. I gasped slightly and quickly obeyed, the thought of being caught wiped from my mind by arousal, “oh, yeah!” he rumbled, staring at my tiny pink virgin hole. “Get that tight young ass in here”. I picked up my jacket, tugging down on the skirt in a futile attempt to avoid exposing my bare cheeks and giving him a flirtatious look I turned around to sit down in his car and was immediately greeted by a hand, palming my left cheek and staying as I sat down, his hand would squeeze and caressed my ass the whole way to his house.

On the ride to his place it started with him grabbing my hand and placing it on his thigh, I proceeded to rub and caress his inner thigh while resting my head on the seat back next to his shoulder, turned towards him, sideways on the seat with my right leg crossed over and my foot rubbing the inside of his calf. My ass stuck out into the air slightly, only half covered by thin pleated fabric. It drove him crazy. I lightly ran my fingers up his inner thigh and began to tenderly massage and rub the ever-increasing bulge in his pants while at the same time delicately tonguing and blowing in his ear. He almost drove off the road when he took his hand off the wheel to hurriedly undo his jeans, but I happily relieved him of that duty, pouncing on his crotch. I scooted over on the seat and leaned down toward his bulging groin, sliding my soft cheek across his chest as I tugged at the buttons to unwrap what I had been yearning for.

The hand that had been firmly grasping my ass let go now, as my ass was now sticking up in the air, totally uncovered as I half kneeled, half lay on the seat, one leg in the floorboards. If anyone was next to us in the lane they got a great view of my taut rosy ass, trembling in all its unspoiled glory. The hand came back, firmly slapping, then squeezing my bare ass and sliding down my back to my head and grabbing my cheek length, multi colored hair near the back of my head. I had no Idea what I was doing, but I knew that what I sought was behind those jeans. I fumbled with his belt, finally getting it out of the way, buttons undone, I expected it to pop out on its own and when it didn’t I went in after it. Thrusting my hands into his jeans I located the root of his cock and hastily pulled, causing him some discomfort. More gently on the second try I ran my hand down the shaft to the end and gently slid it up out of the jeans. I gasped sharply, exclaiming “Oh my god!”, in that moment his cock was the biggest thing I had ever seen, Eiffel tower eat you heart out !

My eyes were as big as plates, my chest heaved and my breathing turned heavy, drool poured from my lips as I sat awestruck, staring at this monster. He didn’t wait long for me to figure out what to do. Grabbing the back of my head as we swerved between lanes he shoved my mouth onto his cock. “It’s too big, it wont even fit in my mouth” I thought, but undeterred he stretched my little mouth around his throbbing member and thrust it into my throat. I tried not to gag but the reflex was too strong, as he continued to thrust deeper my body went limp. He let up for a second and pushing against his arm I pulled his cock out of my mouth. “You are SOOO big” I said, “I cant take it all at once, let me get used to it a little“.

He objected at first but eventually agreed to stop forcing it in… for now. After wiping my mouth and taking a breath or two I headed back down. It took both of my hands to wrap all the way around his throbbing shaft and I began to gently lick, kiss and suck my way from the tip, down the shaft to his balls, then back up again, squeezing the base with both hands, I liked my lips and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around the head.

He was thick, my lips stretched so tightly around his shaft that they stung and my jaw started getting sore almost immediately but sucking on his big, hard cock made me so hot, and getting hotter by the minute that I wasn’t going to stop. My own cute little 6” cock was rock hard, throbbing and turning blue pressed against my stomach and rubbing against the corner of the velvety seat when we pulled into his driveway. If he had lived another 15 minutes away I think I would have cum just sucking his cock, I was so hot, I was practically delirious. He pulled my head out of his lap by my hair and forcefully kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and pulling me onto his lap with his free arm. I inhaled sharply and let out a load gasp as I straddled him, ass pressed against the steering wheel, our cocks grinding together under the hiked up skirt.

We kissed and fondled each other in the drivers seat of his car, door half open, middle of the driveway. The thought that the some tall, older, horse hung neighbor of his might be watching as I moaned and writhed on his lap with his tongue down my throat drove me over the edge and I came, followed shortly by him. He pushed me off his lap and as I stood up in his driveway I tried to readjust the skirt, but I was a little premature. He stood up, closed the door to the car, pants still unbuttoned and cock still hard, bouncing as he stood up. He turned towards me, placing his hand on the top of my head, Pushing me down to my knees. He was so strong, and so big, I was a rag doll. He told me to clean his cock with my mouth and don’t miss a drop.

There I was, kneeling in a strangers driveway with my ass hanging out of a stolen skirt, gleaming in the moonlight. He pulled my head closer to his dripping cock, I wondered what his cum would taste like as I moved closer for my first taste. My female friends had told me it was salty which is a taste I like in foods, “like a salt bagel with avocado”. I eagerly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and … almost gagged. It didn’t taste anything like I thought but I knew by the way Steve carried himself that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I suppressed the urge to vomit and started lapping up his musky seed. I tried to act like I enjoyed it but he knew, and made me take my time because of it. Once I had thoroughly licked him clean he quickly buttoned up his pants, said “come on” and started walking up the driveway toward the front door of the house. I followed, trying to adjust the skirt to cover both my ass and my half hard cock, which proved impossible.

The thing barely came down past my balls and as I walked my cock would lift up the front so I gave up and walked through the doorway hoping that no one else was home to see me prancing around in a mini skirt too small to cover my ass and a skin tight white T shirt that only came down to the bottom of my ribs. Thankfully, we were alone. Steve walked into the kitchen and offered me a drink which I accepted, not realizing he meant alcohol but I was so nervous that I quickly drank it down anyway, which seemed to please him. He walked toward the large wraparound couch in the living room carrying his drink and said “come over here and have a seat, make yourself comfortable”. I walked toward the couch and as he sat down he hungrily looked me up and down, fixating on my ass, spilling out from under the skirt. He patted his thigh and said “come sit right here”.

I walked over trying to be cute and sexy, sticking my ass out and wiggling it a little as I walked, which he seemed to like despite the fact that I had no Idea what I was doing. I started to sit next to him on the couch but he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me across his lap sideways. I liked it. He ran his hands up my smooth leg, fingers on my inner thigh, up to my hairless groin and squeezed my thigh. With one hand still fondling my thigh he rubbed my ass with the other which by now was popping from under the skirt and asked me if I wanted to smoke a Joint. I blushed and meekly nodded in agreement. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and holding me on his lap, leaned forward and took a joint and lighter from a box on the coffee table. Leaning back again he lit it, took a deep hit and passed it to me. I inhaled deeply, taking a large hit in an attempt to quash the jitters and coughed, allot. He chuckled and told me to take it easy, we had some time to kill while the hot tub warmed up. He handed me his drink which I gulped down quickly.

We passed the joint back and forth slowly for a while during which Steve continued to fondle my ass and thigh and the bulge beneath my lap continued to grow larger still. I don’t know if it was the rum or the joint or both but within a few minutes I had lost any inhibitions I had. The skirt started to feel strangely arousing, making me feel sexy, almost delicate as his strong hands slid underneath to grasp and squeeze my ass. He told me to stand up and turn around, he wanted me to dance for him and shake my ass in his face. As I spread my legs and stuck out my ass, waving it at him he slapped it hard and I gasped with pleasure. He told me to bend over, calling me a slut and started to kiss and grope my ass. The skirt was good, I felt like a slut, an object, a toy, a piece of ass and I liked it. He turned me around, stuffed my head in his crotch reached over and slapped my ass while I gasped with pleasure and kissed, licked and sucked his cock. I started kissing him all over his neck and fondling his pecks. My shirt was gone, I don’t know how. I was straddling him again with one hand on his cock and the other on the back of his neck, tongue down his throat, grinding against his lap. His hands left my waist and grabbed my ass, pulling me close.

He put his hands under my ass and picked me up. I was so surprised, I let go of his cock and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. He lowered me, sliding down his chest with my groin until I felt the thick tip of his huge cock press against my tight pink asshole. He tried to push it in, but with no lube, a big dick and a very tight hole, it was hopeless. He tried to use spit, to no avail and gravity, tossing me onto the couch with my legs in the air and pressing down with his weight but it wouldn’t go in, so he walked around to the other side, dragged my head over the edge of the couch and fucked my mouth until his cum was running down my chin. Either the rum or the pot had dulled my sense of taste so this time his cum wasn’t bad. I lovingly lapped up every drop until I had licked his cock totally clean, as ordered. He laid down across the couch and took off his shirt, when I crawled on top of him and started to kiss his chest, he pushed my head down to his crotch. We laid like that for a while, I brought him a drink and laid down with my head in his groin and kissed, licked and brushed his cock, balls and stomach while he sipped his drink and watched T.V.

After an hour or so, he got up, went to the bathroom and seeing me sprawled out on the couch with my ass in the air, came over to rub it and started to get noticeably hard. I dutifully rose off the couch and kneeled in front of him, grasping his hardening shaft around the base with both hands. As I started to tongue the head of his cock inside my mouth my jaw started to hurt and I stopped. He suggested we shower and then get into the hot tub to “loosen up my tight muscles”. I had forgotten in my delirium that he wanted to fuck my ass also and didn’t catch the reference. He warmed up the shower and told me to get in while he went to get some towels. I started lathering myself in the hot shower and was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I felt something warm, and hard press against my back and hands on my shoulders.

Steve pressed himself against my lathered back and rubbed his substantial cock against my ass spreading my cheeks with its girth. I was so turned on my knees got weak, but Steve had other plans. I had noticed the silver “ vibrator” shaped nozzle attached to a hose in his shower but was to naive to discern its true purpose. I was concentrating on Steve and his big dick and didn’t notice him picking it up or turning it on. He moved me over facing the shower wall and pushed me against it and down. I was only too happy to comply and bend forward, arching my back to stick my ass out and up. I thought he was going to rub me with his cock some more when he started rubbing the soap on my asshole. I felt a hard object pressing against my ass and looking back saw his hand. “Relax” he said, I started to turn around to protest but he grabbed my shoulder firmly and held me as if to say “ this isn’t optional, bitch, put your face on the wall”. “Relax” he said again.

Strangely, I was not scared but rather blindly obeyed and relaxed as he grabbed my ass with one hand and slowly penetrated me his finger. It hurt, at first. As he slowly massaged my tight little ass from within I started to get hard, and it started to feel good. “You like that don’t you?” he said in a low growl. I nodded a feverish yes. “You want it big and deep don’t you ?” he said as I writhed against the tile. “Uh Huh” I cooed as I nodded blindly. I gasped as he pulled out his finger and inserted the long slender chrome nozzle inside me and worked it around. In and out, left and right stretching my hole. I bit my lip when he turned on the water. I had never felt that sensation before - being inflated, filled by something, It strained my ass. He took it out and let me drain out when I complained. Then in and full again, and on like this until he was satisfied that I was clean enough inside to accommodate the hefty bulk of his tool. He tried to fuck me right there but he wasn’t fully hard and it just piled up against my ass so he returned to rubbing it between my cheeks.

I was worked, I asked him if we could soak in the hot tub before he fucked me because I was sore, and I was but I really just needed to relax. He agreed, possibly sensing that my first penetration had left me needing a break but more likely as a diversion to get me high so I would lose my “no”. It worked, he brought a joint as thick as my thumb to the tub and after seating me on his lap with my legs over his arms told me to smoke it which I happily did between kissing and tonguing his ear until I could feel that he was rock hard again. We stayed in the hot tub for what seemed like hours making out and grinding against each other while he force fed me what he later admitted was a “laced” joint. He never told me what with but hinted strongly at some kind of ecstasy. Whatever it was it worked. I was delirious, kissing, moaning, grinding against him. When he became concerned that my moans and squeals would wake the neighbors he led me upstairs to the bedroom. Leading me over to the bed he pulled me in front of him and pushed me onto the bed, slapping my ass as he did.

I giggled and crawled onto the bed laying my upper body on a pillow and sticking my ass up in the air. “MMM” he grumbled “ as he took up position behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass and pushing me into position. He lubed me up and rubbed some on his cock, kneeling behind me. I wanted it, bad and told him. He pressed the head of his swollen cock against my hole and pressed, failure. He told me too relax my ass, and when I told him I was he said “damn! Your tight”. More lube and another try, this time pressing even harder when I start to yell “ahh!, it hurts !” and he slowly forced it in, stretching my tiny asshole around his thick shaft. It hurt, I thought it couldn’t hurt any worse until he started thrusting into me. Not gently or progressively, all at once, hard. He looked down and realized he was hurting me and slowed down, a little. “Oh yeah!, Oh god!, you’re so tight!, Oh god your ass feels so good!” he yelled as he fucked me, hard and fast. I couldn’t speak, whimpering and panting was about it. He fucked me for maybe 2 minutes before Cumming.

When he pulled it out I collapsed and passed out. I woke up laying next to him, ass aching, still high. I got up and went straight to the shower. When I returned he was asleep and although I really just wanted to go home I knew he wasn’t going to hop out of bed and drive me so I curled up against him and laid my head on his chest, waiting for him to wake up. I must have dozed of because I woke up about 3 am and he wasn’t in the bed. The sound of a running shower filled the room and as I looked up I could see him through the bathroom door. He saw me looking and firmly told me to come join him which I did, partly because I love showers but mostly because I needed a ride home, my ass was way too sore to walk anywhere. He must have seen me walking funny because he was strangely tender when I got in, rubbing my shoulders and giving up the spot under the water. He said “you are so hot” to which I blushed and said “thanks” meekly. He lovingly washed my back, turned me around started washing my chest when I reached up and kissed him.

I don’t know what I was thinking, I just did it, and it felt good, I felt my cock stir as our soapy bodies rubbed together, caressing each other. He didn’t go for my ass at all, which was sweet considering how torn up it was from that monster of a cock. We had stopped kissing and were just rubbing each other tenderly enjoying the heat and steam. I felt his cock, it was hanging down but had begun to get hard and was trying to rise, pressing its head on my thigh. His hands were wandering around my back and shoulders and I grabbed one and put it on my ass, where it wanted to be. “mmm” he said and kissed me. I don’t know what came over me, my cock was rock hard, my breathing was heavy, loosing my anal virginity had been the most painful experience of my life and here I was, making him horny again. He released my waist and I turned around, pressing my ass against his cock and looking up at him over my shoulder. I thought for sure he was going to shove it in me again, but he didn’t. He reached his hand down and brushed a finger across my stretched out ass.

I inhaled sharply in pain and seeing this he said don’t worry I’ll be gentle. He soaped up his fingers and lightly rubbed my anus. It stung at first, but stopped soon enough as he started to slowly massage my beleaguered little ass. Slowly, gently he massaged me until it didn’t hurt anymore then slowly started to finger me. One finger slowly at first then as my comfort level rose another and then a third until the discomfort was almost gone. I was panting slightly and as the pain subsided, desire replaced it. I was fully hard, pressing myself against the shower wall panting while he fingered my hole, legs spread, ass out, I reached for his cock. It was rock hard, I soaped it up. I pulled it toward my ass and he asked me “are you sure?”. Yes, I was, I think. He was a totally different animal this time, tender, patient. He placed his cock against my soapy hole and let me slowly push my ass onto it.

Once the tip was in, I slowly worked it in and out a little at a time, each time taking a little more of his shaft as the pain dissipated. My ass was stretched around his thick shaft like a banjo string and as I neared the halfway point he was grunting with pleasure every time I pushed it in. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore because it started to hurt inside my ass before it hit its deepest point but he must have noticed because he grabbed my hips and wiggled his cock around a little inside me while pushing in. It hurt, but then I felt a pop and it slid in another 2 inches, I moaned but no more pain inside. I looked back at him to see if that pop was bad but he gave me an all is well look. I pushed his cock into me again moaning as I went, “oh god… you’re soooo big!” My ass was burning from the soap and the stretching as I pushed back on to him panting and moaning but the feeling of taking him inside me was amazing so I had no illusions about stopping. After about 30 minutes of slowly pushing and stretching I finally reached the base of his shaft and felt his balls rubbing against my ass.

I moaned and yelled “I love your big cock sooo much!”. With that he couldn’t take it any more, he grabbed my hips and started to thrust. Not as fast this time, thank god. He slowly worked up steam thrusting faster and harder till I told him enough and then stayed at that pace. The feeling of him thrusting in and out of me was incredibly intense, I felt a straining, burning feeling inside me building until I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to moan and grunt loudly and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth like a panting dog yelling “yeeeeees!, oooooh goooood!, yes!, oh my god!” as he stuffed me full of cock over and over again. “Oh yeah!, you like it big, don’t you?!” he yelled as he plunged it in deeper. “yes!, yes!” I said, “I love your big cock SO MUCH!!”. My ass started to spasm, squeezing down on his cock and he yelled “oh god that feels good!, oh my god your gonna make cum!” I let go of the wall and grabbed my cock, jerking at it wildly, Cumming over and over 5 or 6 times. “Ughh!” I heard him say as he thrust all the way in Cumming and held it there, throbbing inside me. We were fixed there for a few seconds, frozen in time. Impaled on his generous cock I leaned quivering against the shower wall, cooing euphorically.

He pulled out slowly after a few seconds leaving me feeling empty and sore. We showered absentmindedly and fell into his bed exhausted. He pulled me close to him and kissed me gently as we cuddled. Feeling secure I asked him when he could take me home. Monday he replied, I was going to stay there, he was going to spend the weekend stuffing my mouth and ass with his fat cock. I tried to argue but it was no use, He had spoken. It was going to be a long weekend for me, I could tell. My jaw was already so sore it hurt to speak and as good as it had felt the last time he fucked me, my ass hurt so bad I was sure it couldn"t take any more, but he was definitely not giving me a choice. Anxiously resigned to my fate I passed into unconsciousness draped across his sizeable frame. I woke up face down on the bed with a pillow propping up my hips, ass on fire.

He was fucking me again, hard. I guess I was out so soundly that I hadn’t woken up when he started, he had been at it for a while, I started to cum. The next 2 days and nights are mostly a blur of moaning, howling, choking, and cum as he relentlessly pounded my mouth and ass again and again. He never seemed to run out of steam. He didn’t allow me to put on clothes the entire weekend. Nude, overwhelmed and compliant, I was informed that I would promptly and dutifully satisfy any needs or desires he had for the rest of the weekend, In other words, I was his sex slave. I became a playground for his abundant manhood, I was either on my knees, lips stretched around his thick shaft, mouth bursting with swollen, hard flesh as he crammed my mouth, or moaning and groaning in delirium as he filled me to the limit with cock, fucking me in every room of the house. I softly complied, having totally surrendered my body to this large, strong and very dominant man, he moved me from room to room, fucking me on every surface in the house.

He laid me across furniture, held me in mid air impaling me or against a wall, anywhere, everywhere. When I gave him a massage, we both got covered in baby oil making our body’s slip and slide against each other, he loved it and told me he was going to keep me oiled up for the rest of the weekend, so he could slide me up and down on his cock more easily. Even when I was on top, he was so strong that I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to, tossing me around like a rag doll, stretching my ass around his cock until I was bursting at the seams with his meat, he pounded me until I passed out, stuffing my tight little ass with his huge tool day and night until I started cumming with every thrust, he even stopped caring if the neighbors knew. I wasn’t counting but he must have fucked me 15 or 20 times by Monday morning and I must have had 2 gallons of his cum in my stomach and ass.

I was so sore I could barely walk by Sunday and after he fucked my mouth and ass for an hour or so on the back lawn in full view of anyone in the neighborhood who wanted to look, I passed out laying in the soft grass, cum dripping out of my mouth and gaping, stretched open ass, I lay there for an hour or two for the whole world to see while he made dinner. I shoveled it down fast, he took his time. I found out why when I was done, under the table I went. While he ate his vegetables, I drank cum from his throbbing cock. He practically had to carry me to the car by the time it was over. I hadn"t showered in 24 hours and was covered in cum, lube and baby oil from head to toe.

Ass still stretched wide open, rubbed raw, red and gaping, torn skirt half covering my bruise covered ass, ripped T shirt hanging off me I looked, and felt, like I had been gang raped by an entire army. As I walked the few blocks home in broad daylight, people gawked, staring at the raw, gaping hole between my bruised red cheeks as I painfully tiptoed home, punch drunk, with my well fucked ass hanging in the breeze . I avoided my house till after my parents were gone. I hid in the bushes nearby to avoid being stared at by everyone who passed. I showered and fell asleep, my ass was never the same again. I didn"t even think about sex for at least 2 weeks... until Steve called me again.

Dark Side of The Moon part 7

2008-01-16T10:04:00.000-08:00

I went downstairs with Jimmy and Chase so that I could have a normal dinner with people and actually sitting at a table. My mom and Karen were treating me like they did before it happened and Connor was kinda sullenly ignoring me. But I’ll take that over yelling and shit.

I really miss Connor. That must sound weird cause of all the shit he’s dumpin on me but it’s true. He’s a little strange but mostly it’s been a good strange, at least from my point of view. I mean he’s somebody that everybody’s always saying, “Well, that’s just Connor,” or “Well, you know how he is.” It’s like Connor’s gonna live his life with an asterisk next to his name. Like see below for the things you gotta take into consideration when dealing with Connor.

He is kinda hard work but every once in a while he’ll do something that so totally nice that it’ll like floor ya and you’ll think that maybe you never really did understand him.

And for another thing he’s probably the best looking person in the family although when he’s being mean that’s like a kinda sick joke. It’s like you can’t believe that shit came outta somebody so hot looking. In a way it surprises me that he’s having so much trouble with the whole gay thing. I mean I know sound strange but if I had to pick someone other than myself who might have understood it’d a been Connor. Not that he’s ever said anything pro-gay but unlike most guys I never heard him say anything bad about gay guys. But then Connor’s like that, he’s always a surprise.

Connor was also the one who understood a lotta the things that nobody else seemed to, like when I couldn’t throw out a dead plant because I thought it’d feel bad. He was the one who sided with me and made me not feel quite so stupid. Or like when our dog Ralph died and Connor came into my room that night and told me that he knew how much I liked to talk to Ralph and that I could always come and tell him whatever I woulda told Ralph. It was like he was sayin that he knew I told Ralph secret shit and it’d be okay with him if I wanted to tell him that stuff, that he’d keep my secrets. Shit, I wonder what happened with that? Maybe Chase is right. Maybe Connor is pissed that I didn’t go and tell him all this stuff. Now I wish I had, it couldn’t be worse.

Finally I got tired of watching TV and went slowly up to my room to call my friend Carl. I was pretty sure that I knew how this conversation was gonna go but I knew that if I didn’t call I was always gonna wonder what woulda happened if I had called.

I was lucky that he answered before his mom cause at least I didn’t have go thru the third degree from her. She was kinda a gossip.

“Robbie?” Carl had caller ID.

“Hi, Carl.”

“Holy shit, Man! What happened to you?”

I snorted. “Guess I had a little problem.”

“Little problem? Fucking, Dude! That’s not a little problem!” He was silent for a couple of seconds and then said quietly, “Ah..Rob…did they do what everybody says they did?”

I didn’t want to tell him but I didn’t really see that I had a choice and besides if Carl didn’t understand then who in the hell would. “I dunno what everybody says, Carl but they did………..well, kinda rape me and beat me up.”

“Holy fuck! Did it hurt bad? Shit, Rob….shit! I can’t fuckin imagine………holy fuckin shit!”

“The thing is Carl, that I’m wonderin if….well….is anybody gonna gimme a hard time at school about this?”

“Fuck, Rob, I never thought about that! I guess I can’t imagine that anybody could be mad at you about it.” He was quiet a moment then, “I dunno, ya know how sick people can be. Maybe you’ll hear some jokes and shit.”

This next bit was risky. “Ya think people’ll still talk to me?”

He laughed. “Shit they gotta, Rob! They’re all gonna wanna know what happened.”

I groaned. “Carl, I don’t wanna have to tell anyone what happened.” Then I got a brainstorm that might even be true. “The cops told me that I can’t tell anyone what happened. So that means that you can’t tell anybody either. I know that everybody figures they know but maybe they’ll forget.”

“Rob, if you don’t want me to tell anyone then I won’t but I don’t think that they’re gonna forget, at least not for a long time.”

I sighed. I was so fucked. “I know, Carl. But just please don’t tell anyone, okay? Man I dunno how I’m gonna live thru the next four years.”

Carl didn’t say anything for awhile and then said quietly, “Maybe it won’t be as bad as ya think.” And I realized that I had really messed up, that I shoulda just kept my mouth shut about the whole thing. I shoulda gone home after they raped me and pretended that nothing happened. Like that guy said, never complain and never explain.

I felt so lost. I hadn’t really thought all that much about school, hadn’t really wanted to think about school. It’s weird cause I know that in the back of my head I knew that this is what was gonna happen but somehow my brain was able to hold off on dealing with that for quite a while. Kinda like without even talking to me about it it made this decision to not let me deal with something that it knew I couldn’t handle. But that meant that it figured that I could handle it now. I really hoped it was right but I just couldn’t see it.

I lay down on the bed and pulled my pillows over my head. They were soft and fluffy and the pillowcase was white and cool. I breathed deeply. I couldn’t think of a way out, well except one but I wasn’t gonna go there.

I don’t know how long I was laying there just like veggin out but the next thing I knew somebody was shaking my foot. I pulled a pillow off my face and Chase was kneeling next to the bed looking at me. There was just the suggestion of a smile on his face.

When he spoke his voice was almost a whisper but still deep like Chase’s voice is, “Waz up, Robbie?”

I really hate it that I’m the whiny, needy little fucking kid who can’t seem to get his shit together and who always needs someone else to bail his ass outta trouble. I tried to keep my voice steady and not let on how fucked up I felt.

“Just thinking about what’s gonna happen at school on Monday.”

Chase started to get up and said, “Shove over.”

I scooted to the side and Chase got in bed with me, his left side pushed up against my right. He felt really warm, almost hot. I could feel the hard rounded shape of his muscles thru his shirt.

He reached over and picked up my hand in his and just held it down by our legs. He didn’t say anything for awhile but then like he had given it a lotta thought he said, “There’ll be some shit for sure. I don’t think though that you’ll get too much crap from guys in your own class, the freshman. If you pick up any shit it’ll be from dudes in Jeff’s an my class, the Juniors. Jimmy an me’ll put out the fires that we know about….but I dunno what’ll get past us. It’d be a huge help if Connor got his head outta his ass.”

I laughed at that and it felt so good to do that. It also felt so good to be laying here with Chase holding my hand and being on my side. It’s really the shits when you can count everybody who’s on your side on one hand.

I stared up at the ceiling and said, “Chase, how’m I gonna get thru four years of this?”

“Robbie, the hardest part is gonna be this year but news gets to be old fast. You’re gonna make it thru this year because your brother’s are gonna help you and by next year nobody’s gonna care about this shit cause there’ll be new shit to get stirred up about. I’m not tryin to tell you that it’ll be easy caused it won’t but it’ll be something that you can do.”

I turned my head to look at him, there was something that I had to know, something that was haunting me. “Chase…..how come….how come you went from being mad at me to liking me again?”

Chase rolled slowly over onto his side facing me. He laid his right hand on my chest lightly and he took a while to answer. When he finally spoke it was very slowly.

“I…I was never mad at you, Robbie. I was confused though. When we came home from school that day and found you all beat up,” He sighed heavily, “when I saw you…all bloody…it’s like my brain exploded.” He started rubbing my chest. “But it was this weird moment cause just as that was registering you started to go…well, you started to get upset. I couldn’t get my head around it but Jimmy explained that what we did to that Ryan kid…that you were getting that mixed up in your head, thinking that’s what happened to you. Then later that night at the hospital, I wanted so bad to see you, to explain, but by then you were scared of all of us.

Chase was shaking his head slowly and smiling. “Dad ripped us a new asshole. Oh fuck, did he tear into us.” He groaned deep in his throat. “We had to apology to the kid. God I felt like an asshole. The kid was so scared and I was so fucking ashamed. I kept thinking about him going home that night….maybe trying to explain to his mom what happened. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But then I started to get pissed. Like I didn’t really feel like I had done anything, not really done anything. But here everybody was still pissed at me…at us. But as pissed as I was it was nothing to what Connor was….he was fucking insane. Finally he told me that he was certain that you were gay…well, he didn’t use that word but you can imagine.

Chase buried his face in my neck and shook his head. “This is weirdly embarrassing. Connor has always had this ability to get me to go along with him. I really don’t understand why because I know what a dick he can be….but anyway, he can. He totally comes in under my radar and before I know what the fuck’s happening he’s got me doin this bizarre shit.”

“So anyway, he knows that I’m confused and pissed and really trying to find some excuse to justify the crap we did. I know, I know, that’s totally lame but it was how I felt. And here comes Connor with this gay shit and how this was probably all your fault and cause you were gay you probably brought this all on yourself.” He was shaking his head again. “Don’t even say it, Robbie. I get it now. But at the time it sounded like it somehow bailed us out and before I knew what was happening Connor is giving his little speech to Dad.”

“Fuck, I wish I had a video of that! But anyway even before Dad springs the joke on Connor I realized how fucked up what we were doing was and then when Dad sprung it I thought, “Why the fuck did you listen to him?” “So Connor storms out and he tries to drag me with him but I just couldn’t. Dad is goin on about how the most important thing is that we’re all a family and how you really need us now and Jimmy is sittin there looking like he’s expecting me to do the stupid thing. It just hit me how right Dad was.” Chase rubbed my stomach. “I realized too that there was no fucking way that you’d be to blame for those guys doin that shit. I also realized that I didn’t give a flyin fuck if you were gay or not. I mean how did it affect me? Like not at all, that’s how.”

“Robbie, I wish there was some fucking way that I could make myself look like I was something other than a total asshole but there isn’t. This wasn’t not the coolest week of my life but I get it now and I fucking swear that from now on I’ll never not be on your side about this.”

Peter the Dremer

2008-01-05T23:40:00.000-08:00

Peter was new on campus; he’d been forced to go to school outside of the big city because of scholarships he’d won as an athlete. He’d grown up in urban America, and this was his first experience living in a rural area. It was hard enough being a gay jock in the city; he wasn’t sure how it’d go over here, so he kept a low profile. Pre-season soccer practices were double sessions, taking up four to five hours of his day, but it kept his mind off of his problems, so he went through every session determined to make the starting squad. Peter was a natural, he had no problem making the first team and it seemed he had no problem attracting the girls. Great, Peter thought, how would I survive this? By mid-season, Peter’s teammates noticed he wasn’t dating any of the girls who threw themselves at him. Peter started to get nervous. "You a fag?" one teammate bluntly asked. Peter didn’t answer; he just laughed and hit the showers. Trying to think fast, Peter searched for a way out. Then he felt something close around his dick. He looked down to find his teammate, the one who asked if he were a fag, sucking his dick. Peter jumped back, and his teammate jumped to his feet. "Wait, you’re not?" he asked nervously. Peter stammered, staring his mate in the face. "Are you?" "Well, no, I guess, but I like guys to fuck me." Peter laughed, a nervous laugh, a laugh of relief and told his new friend that he was indeed "a fag." "You think it’s safe in here?" Peter asked. "It’s safe if you dig gang bangs," announced the junior, "and I’d say it’s time for your initiation." Peter looked puzzled as the elder teammate left the showers, but shrugged and continued to clean up. In the distance he heard low chatter and the sounds of doors locking. As the chatter slowly came near, Peter turned to see 7 of his teammates entering the shower area. "You may have open gays in the city," one boy chuckled, "but we closet types have a lot more fun." With that, Peter was told to get on his knees, and Peter did so. Apparently, it was custom for freshmen to pass the oral test before they could move on to the next stage. While Peter sucked each teammate hard, he felt the hands of other teammates rubbing his back, grabbing and spreading his ass, cupping his balls and stroking his dick. Still blowing his friends, Peter was mounted from behind. He felt the thick meat of someone’s cock push inside. Rod deep inside Peter’s asshole, he could feel his ass cheeks being massaged feverishly, pulling, stretching, spreading him wider. He felt another dick poking his outer rim, then forcefully ramming inside. Peter felt as if he’d split in two, and grimaced at first, still trying to suck off the few guys he had left to do. He’d never had two dicks up his ass before, so it took a few minutes to get used to, but then Peter relaxed and found it was painfully enjoyable. Especially when they started to fuck him. It seemed as if there were a hundred dicks to suck and like a hundred dicks fucking him, each taking their turn. Peter wanted to impress his buddies, so he took everything they threw at him in stride….besides, he liked it! He’d always fantasized about the guys in high school, but the ones who probably were gay, hadn’t even realized it yet, so Peter never approached any of them. But now his fantasy had come to life. Peter remained on all fours as the 7 others mounted and dismounted, mounted and dismounted. He never been fucked so much at one time and wasn’t nearly ready for it to stop. The other guys raised his ass up to almost hip level, pushing his upper body close to his thighs. They took turns fucking him in short spurts, until one guy took charge and fucked Peter non-stop until he came. Peter reveled in the warm juices teeming in his ass and squirmed with delight as they took turns coming in his ass. After a while, it started seeping out and down the backs of his legs, but his mates didn’t stop. They fucked him until the last guy spooed, and Peter took it like a sport. When the last guy mounted Peter, another slipped down and sucked him off, swallowing each drop of Peter’s load until the ramming finally ceased. When all was done, the men showered together, congratulated Peter and "officially" welcomed him to the "team." Peter looked forward to the next shower.
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First Time Experiences

2007-12-30T04:15:00.000-08:00

I was about 16 or 17, a guy which I was attracted to knocked at my
door. He had a disagreement at home and needed a place to spend the
night.

I was on my own by that time, and we were the only ones in the
apartment. I did not know he was gay and I don't think he knew I was
but I never asked. He was going to take the other bed in my room the
only bedroom in the apartment. He stripped to his jockey shorts and
as he stepped quickly across the room to his bed it was obvious that
he was well endowed and excited. The bulge was enormous, it stood
out so much that I remarked about the size of it. We pulled back
the covers and climbed into bed and the conversation turned to sex.
Soon he had the covers back and was massaging it gently. Can't
remember the exact way it all came about after that be we were soon
engaged in mutual oral sex. After that he would stop by from time to
time to spend the night. I always enjoyed his visits and I never knew
he was coming until he knocked at the door.  I wonder where he is now.




My first experience is rather similar.  I was living in West Texas,
panhandle to those that know the area, and I had a very close friend
that I ran around with starting when we were about 8 years old.  As
we grew older and grew to our teens, 12 or 13, we were naturally
curious about sex and masturbated together often.  The fun thing was
the different places that we find to do it, once on the roof of our
Junior High School well after midnight.  Those times did not involve
touching each other as I think the personal excitement was the only
thing on our minds.

As we became older, I guess around 16 to 17, the idea of further
sexual action, i.e. oral, anal, and kissing, started to arise.  I
can remember the first time we tried anal sex.  We were out on a
camping trip, just the two of us and we had just pitched a tent at
a lake some miles from town.  We had air mattresses and were getting
comfortable in the sleeping bags when he made the statement that
it seemed that we could enjoy having anal intercourse if we could
figure out how to do it.  Seem rather funny now but at 16 years
old I can remember we really had no idea how to work the positions.
Needless to say we accomplished it and he really enjoyed being
on the receiving end but I found it to hurt too much so after that
I was always the one on top.

A couple of years later, after I had moved back to Dallas from West
Texas, I was visiting him and his mother found a gay porno book in
my suitcase and started putting peaces together from the previous
suspicions she had.  She call me into their house and call me a
sick little homosexual and said that I could be a bad influence
on her "Non-Homosexual" son.  <>.
Anyway I was banished from the house and had to have my mother pick
me up from the friends she was staying at.  She asked me what had
happened and I explained.  She just asked me if I was and I said
I didn't know.  In 1979 it was hard for me to know.   I've only
seen him once since Mothers do get paranoid don't they...they
just don't understand that either you are or your not and that
people don't really get converted. If you are not gay or bi you
are just not interested. How long ago was it that you saw him, and
did you discuss what happened.

one night with Toby

2007-12-25T18:53:00.000-08:00

My Night With Toby

I was on summer vacation in California, staying with my dad in San Juan Capistrano. I had just finished my junior year of college and was looking forward to some much needed relaxation. The last five months had kept me locked in the library for hours on end. I only stepped out to maintain my exercise regime. Running thirty miles a week in the Arizona sun had tanned my 6'2" frame a nice bronze and had kept me at a thirty inch waist. My hours of swimming kept the rest of my body toned and my weight at 180lbs. I don't want to sound narcissistic, but I looked pretty hot.

Now, as I said, I was locked in study, so I hadn't been with anyone in five long months. I was aching to get fucked by a nice, hung top. I went to my usual website to track down someone in SoCal who could give me what I needed. After an hour of searching, I came across TToby22 .
According to his profile, he lived in San Juan. He listed his height at 6'6" and his weight as 190 lbs. He was not quite as muscular as I normally like, but his height and lean, toned body helped make up for that shortcoming. Searching for the most important thing, I saw what I was looking for: an eleven inch cock. That settled it for me. I sent off an email and hoped for a quick response.

Around seven that night, I saw that TToby22 had responded. He wanted me to meet him down by the pier at nine o'clock. I took a quick shower and threw on something simple but sexy; running shorts to emphasize my tanned and toned legs and a sleeveless shirt to show off my muscular arms. I looked my self over and I must admit, I looked a little like a hustler.

I drove down to the pier early and decided to kill time with a little walk. I always loved strolling along the pier and listening to the waves roll in. I found my self a nice spot near the middle and stared off into the distance, thinking about how much I wanted to fuck this guy.

I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning, I saw a silhouette of someone who was exceptionally tall. As he walked over, I tried to think of something clever to say, but lust had shut down that part of my brain. Right now, it would take some concentration not to throw myself on his crotch before he opened his mouth.

"Hi," he said, extending his right hand, "I'm Toby. Are you Jon?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I reached for his hand and we shook, his hand engulfing mine. "Do you wanna take a walk to the end of the pier?" he asked. I nodded again.

We started a slow walk to the end of the pier, heading for the small snack shack. Since it was after nine on a weekday, the pier was practically deserted. We passed a couple of fisherman who were packing up for the night. While we made small talk, Toby admitted something that surprised me.

"I've only been with one other guy," he said. "We were on the volleyball team together. I wanted to fuck him, but the first time we tried it, he said it hurt too much. So I haven't really been with anyone else since."

My mind raced at the thought of having such an untouched guy at my disposal. I changed the direction of our walk so that we'd end up behind the snack shack. "Don't worry, Toby," I said, "You'll get the chance to use that big cock of yours tonight." At that moment, we reached the back edge of the shack and I quickly pushed him behind it.

"What the fuck?!" he cried.

"I need to do this," I said, grabbing his cock through his shorts. His eyes went wide and his jaw hung slack. I started to rub his cock, feeling it stiffen in my hand. "Relax, Toby. I just want to make sure you enjoy tonight."

I kneeled down in front of him and unzipped his shorts. I reached in and pulled his stiffening cock out. Semi-hard, his cock was already at eight inches. I leaned in and took the head of his cock in my mouth. As my tongue ran along his glands, Toby let out a low moan of pleasure. I began to work his cock in and out of my mouth, taking a little more down my throat each time. I could taste the precum that was almost pouring out of his cock. "Jesus," I thought, "This guy needs to get off bad." While I was sucking his cock, I could hear Toby moaning in pleasure. He
would whisper things I couldn't hear because of the surf. I felt his hand tentatively touch my head. He slowly ran his hands through my hair, unsure of what to do. I had about nine inches of his cock down my throat when he put his hands on the back of my head. As I kept sucking, I could feel him exert a little pressure, trying to force more of his cock down my throat. I decided to go "balls to the wall" and pushed my self to take his whole cock. As I swallowed all eleven inches, I could hear him moaning, begging me not to stop.

Now that my throat was accustomed to his massive tool, I really started to work his manhood. I loved feeling his cock slide down my throat. I also loved taking his large head and sucking it, coaxing him to cum. Toby began to get a little more forceful with his grip, pulling my head on to his cock, his hips thrusting to force it down my throat.

Once he established a good rhythm, I let him take control, fucking my face for all he was worth. Since it had been so long since his last time, it wasn't long before he said, "I'm cumming."

He started to withdraw his cock from my throat. Not wanting to miss out on his spunk, I stopped him when his head was on my tongue. Suckling on his cock like a newborn on a teat, I pushed him over the edge. He flooded my mouth with his tasty cum, shooting at least seve ntimes. I eagerly swallowed his load, cleaning his cock when he was done. I gave his cock a
little kiss and put it back into his shorts.

Standing up, Toby looked at me with half closed eyes. "That was amazing. No one's ever swallowed my stuff before."

I smiled at him, loving his inexperience. "I'm glad you liked it but the best is still to come. Why don't you take me to your place and let me take care of you," I said, my hand gently rubbing his crotch.

He swallowed hard. "Um, sure. That'd be great." We walked back to the parking lot and got into our cars. I followed him to a little bungalow on the beach, isolated from the other houses by a quarter mile of sand in either direction. "It's my parents' place," he said shyly, "I just stay here during the summer."

"Very nice," I said, trying to keep the jealousy out of my voice. "Is this a private beach?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's nice because nobody ever comes out here."

"Really," I said, my mind racing with possibilities. "Toby, why don't we sit on the beach for a little while and enjoy the surf?"

A look of confusion crossed his face. "I thought you wanted to go inside."

"I do," I said, chuckling a little at his naiveté, "But let's just rest on the beach for a few minutes. Bring those towels with you." I then turned and started to head down to the sand.

I heard Toby's disappointed mumblings as he followed me down. I chose a spot about fifteen feet from the water line and asked Toby to lay out the towels. Toby sat down, his legs stretched in front of him, his arms behind him to prop himself up. I sat next him, my legs crossed. I rested my head on Toby's shoulder and decided to wait to see if his confidence had beenbolstered enough to make a move. After a couple of minutes, I knew that I would be in charge of this evening's activities.

"Toby," I whispered, to get his attention. When he turned to look at me, I moved in for a nice deep kiss. I forced his mouth open and let my tongue go exploring. Not wanting my mouth to have all the fun, I reached for his tented crotch. Unzipping his fly, I put my hand inside and started to slowly jack his rock hard cock. Feeling it throb as I ran my hand along its length was getting me hornier by the second.
I wanted this go farther; being out in the open was really turning me on. I took his cock out through his fly and gave it a couple of strokes to smear the precum along the shaft. Thankfully, I'd had some practice in getting my shorts off while making out. Not breaking our kiss, I shucked the shorts and climbed in to his lap. I could feel his cock pressing against mine, hishead rubbing against my tight stomach.

I could tell that Toby was starting to feel more confident. As I pulled my tongue back, he pushed his into my mouth. My hands stayed busy, unbuttoning his shorts and exposing his entire crotch. My right hand went back to stroking his cock while my left moved to his nipples. I gently squeezed the right one and gave it a little twist.

That action seemed to electrify Toby. He gave a long moan into my mouth; his hips thrusting his cock through my hand. Now that I knew how to push him over the edge, I decided to move on. Pulling my self away from our kiss, I looked him in the eyes. "You just relax, baby. I'm going to make you feel real good."

Toby gave a slight nod as I moved down. His breathing deepened as nibbled and sucked the flesh along his neck and shoulder. I moved my hands under his shirt, massaging his toned stomach and chest. I let my hands brush his hard nipples and enjoyed the soft mewling sound he made from the contact.

I leaned back and pushed the bottom of his shirt over and behind his head. Now that his chest was exposed, I licked my way down and latched on to his right nip. Toby took a sharp intake of breath as I took his nipple between my teeth; rubbing my tongue across the top.

"Oh man, that feels so good," he whispered, "Please don't stop."

I could feel the precum that was pouring out of his cock coat my stomach. I continued to suck on his right nipple for a couple of minutes before moving over to the left one. Giving it the same treatment, I knew that Toby was on the edge. I could feel him thrusting his hips up, pushing his cock into my stomach.

I broke off from his nipple and ran my tongue down his stomach. I continued down further, pulling his shorts down as well. I stopped to lap up the small amount of precum that had pooled at the base of his cock. I then gently started to lick the edge of his groin.

I moved slowly towards his nuts. I loved the feeling of the small amount of hair that covered them as I pulled one into my mouth and rolled it along my tongue. Toby's quiet moaning excited me but I forced myself to go slow. Once I had thoroughly coated the left, I moved to the right side of his sack and began to lick and suck. I moved my hands along his thighs and hips, rubbing very gently.

After giving his sack the proper amount of attention, I moved towards my ultimate goal. Starting at the base, I licked my way up his cock, my tongue taking in all the precum that had coated it. I thought of it as a nice, big Popsicle. I made sure to clean every inch of his shaft as I moved towards the head; taking a little longer than necessary because I just loved the taste of his cock.

Once I reached the back of the head, I gently massaged the ridge with my tongue, coaxing more precum to flow. This also increased the flow of moaning and quiet begging from Toby.

"Oh please, suck my cock. I wanna cum so bad. Please suck it, suck it hard please."

I teased the head of his cock a little while, enjoying the sound of his pleas. But I wanted to suck his cock as much as he wanted me to suck it, so I wrapped my tongue around the under side of his ridge and took the head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, swallowing the tasty precum as it came from the slit. I began to bob my head, taking three or four inches into my mouth. Within a couple of minutes, I started to deep throat all eleven inches, setting a slow steady pace. When his shaft was buried, I would massage it with my throat muscles. It took a lot of practice to learn to do that, but it drives every man wild. Toby was no exception as a loud cry of pleasure escaped from his mouth. I was glad that I blew him at the pier because I knew that he would have shot just then.

Letting Toby enjoy the pleasures my talented throat had to offer for a few minutes, I reached a point where I could no longer suppress my own lust. Moving slowly off his long cock, I made sure to leave a nice amount of spit behind to thoroughly coat the head. I rose up on my knees and started kissing his mouth. Toby opened up and I enjoyed the tenderness of a nice deep kiss.

Taking his cock in my right hand, I put my left hand on his chest to steady myself. Putting the head of his cock at my entrance, I began to pushdown. Toby's eyes flew open at the realization of what was happening. I broke the kiss and whispered softly to him, "It's okay, baby. I want you
inside me. I can take it."

The anxious look on his face disappeared the moment the head of his cock penetrated my ass. The look of pure ecstasy on his face is something I'll never forget. I slowly lowered my hips down, taking his cock in inch by glorious inch. I love the feeling of a big, fat cock filling my ass. When my ass was resting on his pelvis, I took a moment to enjoy having eleven inches of cock in me. I began slowly riding his dick, pulling four or five inches out before pressing them back in.

My breathing got harder as the head of his cock kept rubbing my insides. I could feel my nuts churning as my cock leaked precum. I flexed the muscles of my ass to increase both our pleasure. Toby started thrusting his cock into my ass, his cock hitting me harder and harder.

"Oh Toby," I moaned, "I love how your big cock fills me up. It feels so good stretching me out. Fuck me, fuck me harder."

Toby responded, slamming his hips up to meet my ass. I was no longer riding his cock; I was riding a bucking bronco. The feeling of his cock slamming up my ass, his nuts slapping my cheeks, was sending me over the edge. I did everything I could to hold back long enough to make Toby cum. I squeezed my ass tighter and started pushing down harder. I knew he was close as his breathing became labored and the speed of his thrusts increased.

"I'm close," he panted, "I'm going to cum. Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!"

The first throb of his cock sent me over the edge with him. My ass flexed around his cock as I shot my load over his chest and stomach. I could feel him filling me with his seed; my orgasm helping to milk every last drop from his cock.

When he finished shooting, Toby collapsed backwards onto the sand. "That," he panted, "That was amazing."

I smiled down at him. "I'm glad to hear that but we're not done yet."

He looked up at me, astride his hips, his cock still buried in my ass. "What do you mean?"

"Toby, it's not even midnight. We've got all night. Trust me, you'll never forget this." I leaned down to give him a kiss. While we made out, I gently played with his nipples. I knew he was enjoying it as I felt his cock harden in my ass. The feeling of it expanding in my hole got me hard again too. "Let's get inside," I said, rising off his cock. I missed having that monster in me, but I knew I would have it again soon.

I stripped off my shirt and grabbed my shorts off the ground. I sauntered back towards the bungalow, putting a little shimmy in my ass. I turned to see Toby quickly gathering everything up and walking hurriedly back to the door. In his anxiousness, he forgot a towel on the beach.

With the door open, I could see that the place was setup like a hotel suite. I quickly scanned the area and spotted the door to the bedroom. I stepped inside and turned around when I heard Toby close the front door. I reached up and pulled him down into another kiss. He dropped the towels and put his arms around me. One hand rubbed my back while the other massaged my
ass.

We made out at the front door for several minutes. I extricated myself from his grasp and reached for his cock. With his cock in my right hand, I turned and gently pulled him towards the bedroom. Stepping inside, I was greeted by a four poster king sized bed. I smiled as my mind filled with ideas of how to take advantage of my hung stallion.

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