My Gift

I love the holidays at granny's. I'm a military brat and the only time I get to see granny and papa is during the holidays. When I was young we lived close to them. I practically grew up on their farm. I love the big old house. Dad was the third of nine boys. He had one sister, number four in line of birth.
The only real drawback is that of all of the thirty nine current grandchildren, I am the only grandson. All of my uncles have at least three girls and my aunt has five. She does have one son but he is only four at this time. My dad was the jack leg with only one child and a son at that. I was very popular. My grandparents dote on me and my cousins think that I am the cutest guy in the world. It wouldn't be bad having ten or twelve teenage girls hanging on to me except that I am a cocksucker, confirmed and forever.
My mother was a Choctaw/Cherokee Indian girl that dad met while in college. They married and had one child and it wasn't my brother or sister, smart ass. I was pampered as an only child can be. My mother's parents were great and I loved living on the old Indian reservation with them. Dad is career Army. He finished college and took his commission from his ROTC in 1995. I was born in 1991 and I was hell on wheels as dad worked to graduate from college while supporting my mother and me and keeping his grades up.
Both of my folks love their extended families so we spend most of our time with one or the other. Granny and Papa live sixty miles from where dad's college was with nana and Pap pa twenty miles beyond that.
When I was ten mom and I went with dad on an assignment to Spain. I don't remember a whole lot about it because I was miserable. I didn't get to see pap pa or papa. I didn't get to go hunting or get to ride my horse. I complained all of the time until I realized that my mother was sick. She could not catch her breath and languished away. I hated Spain for taking my mother from me. Our traditional gathering at granny's put me back in shape as Thanksgiving day granny took me to her bedroom and sat with me in her lap and sang and rocked with me all afternoon. She explained that my mother had a lung disease that had been taking her away from us for many years and daddy wanted to be with her until the end. He could not leave his job with the Army and did not want me to be alone when she died so he had taken us with him to Spain. She died as she had wanted, with the man she loved and her only son at her side.
I stayed with dad as he returned to Spain for six more months then we moved to the Netherlands. I enjoyed myself there as I learned who I was and what life had to offer me. Dad was assigned to the American Counsel so we lived in a house in the center of a big city. We arrived at the end of the school year so I stayed home until the new session took up in the fall. What dad didn't know was that the hotel across the street from our house was a boy's whore house.
The third day in our new home I went to explore my surroundings. I met a boy a little older than myself and we became instant friends. I had just turned thirteen and had some wild changes happening in my body. My dad had explained a little of what was happening to me but I had a million questions and I could tell that he wasn't comfortable talking to me about it so I played dumb and nodded my head and let him off of the hook.
My new friend, Kurt, was ready to tell all. By the end of the first day I had learned that he belonged to the man who owned the hotel and that he gave his body for sex with men at their will. He called the hotel owner his burger. His English was not good and his accent was strong but that is what I heard. I never learned the meaning of the word. I know that a Berger Meister is like a mayor of a town so I wondered if the man was somehow his Berger or his owner or something. It was nothing that Kurt would talk about so I let it drop.
Now I had only discovered jacking off a few weeks before and had only had my first wet orgasm the day before. I didn't have much, just a drop of stuff oozed to the top of my four inch cock, but it felt so fucking good that I wanted to hurry and get home to do it again. Kurt convinced me to let him show me a better way.
I snuck Kurt into my room and we locked the door. He told me that he likes to suck cocks but his favorite is to lick ass holes. All of this was new and gross but exciting to me and I couldn't wait to try it. He told me that he would do everything with me on one condition, I had to get totally naked and let him do whatever he wanted this one time. I did not have to do it again but if I wanted to learn what it was then I had to be willing to go with it this time. I agreed and stripped naked.
I stood before him in all of my thirteen year old glory. I was now four foot nine and weighed seventy nine pounds. My skin was pale, pasty white from being inside so much for the last two years. I had three tiny little hairs above my four and a quarter inch cock that was about as thick as a quarter. At the bequest of both of my grandfathers, I was uncut.
Kurt was blonde. He was so blonde his hair looked transparent. His skin was pale and he was the same color from head to toe. His cock was almost four inches long and about as thick as the cigars my dad liked to smoke. As with most Europeans he too was uncut. His blue green eyes sparkled as he looked at me. He had the faintest of freckles on the bridge of his nose and the rosy red cheeks of youth highlighted his beautiful face.
Our first order of business was to explore the other's body. Since I was virgin in every aspect I was allowed to go first. Kurt encouraged me where I would hesitate. I looked up his nose and in his ears. I looked at his arm pits and I tickled his ribs. I examined each toe as closely as I could and eyeballed every inch of his long, skinny, thirteen year old legs.
By the time I got to his crotch my cock was harder than it had ever been. It hurt, it was so hard. I wanted to jack off but Kurt wouldn't let me. He made me look at his-he called it his peter. He made me pull back the skin and lick the head. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it as he instructed me on the various ways of fellating a phallus. I required little instruction once I had him in my mouth. I took to it at once with a relish. I had never done anything that I enjoyed as much as sucking his sweet cock.
Next he pulled his legs back and had me look in his butt. I was mesmerized as I looked into his tiny little pink hole. He told me that he wanted to be fucked so bad but that his burger wouldn't allow it. He told me that he personally inspected all of his boys and when he was satisfied that they were ready to be fucked that he did it for their first time. So far Kurt had not even been considered.
I asked him what he did with men. He told me that the men he was with liked really young boys and they would treat him like a king. They would lick his whole body and suck his peter. They loved to eat his ass as he sucked their big peters. He loved to make them cum again and again. He said that the men would let him fuck them over and over again. Since his peter was so small it did not hurt them and they really liked him up inside them. He told me that with his small hands that he was often asked to fist men. He told me how he could put his whole hand, and most of his arm up inside of their butts and fuck them. He would get hold of their nut and squeeze it while he sucked on their big peters. He said that this made the most cum and he loved to just drink and drink of their juice as he played with the inside of their butts.
I thought this sounded so sick then he told me that he would have to wash his arm for hours afterwards and that he felt so dirty but they gave him a lot of money for doing this to them. I asked him how much money he made. He told me everything went to the burger but that the burger gave him money to buy clothes and CDs and just about anything he wanted every Monday.
I was still looking at his ass hole and I put my finger to it. He moaned and told me how good it felt. He told me to get my finger wet and put it back again. I did, then he told me to push it inside him. I did it. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. He told me that it felt so good. I pulled my finger out and smelled it. I didn't smell anything so I licked it. It was clean so I got it wet and pushed in again. He liked that. I began to fuck his ass with my finger and he just pulled his legs back and pushed his butt up to me.
He told me to put in another finger. I pulled out and got two wet. This time I tasted something but I was so far gone I didn't care. As I pushed two fingers in I tasted what was in my mouth. I decided that it tasted okay and kept on finger fucking him. He told me that if I wanted to suck his peter that I should hurry. I took his skinny tool into my mouth just as he let go of a shot of his cum. He didn't shoot a whole lot but I could tell that he had shot in my mouth. I tasted it and it was good. He pushed me away and lay his legs down.
He rolled over and told me that it was his turn. He did almost the same to me as I had done to him except that he used his tongue instead of his eyes as he went over every inch of my body. I thought I would die happy as he licked my arm pits and around my stomach. He stopped to suck each of my titties, I call them nipples now but then I was just a little kid, okay?
He licked between each toe and used his teeth on the bottom of my feet. I was in a frenzy of ecstasy. He worked his way up my legs, front and back only stopping when he got to my pucker. He had me pull my legs back and place my hands at the back of my knees to hold them open for him. He dove into my ass and worked his tongue inside me. I had never thought of doing this. I had seen my papa's old dog lick his ass hole one time and thought it was sick but now I wondered if that dog felt as good as I did. Too bad I can't lick my own ass hole.
Kurt kept licking for the longest time as my cock got harder and harder. I looked at it and I swear it was bigger than it ever had been. After he had made a meal of my ass he began to suck and lick on my balls. I was over the hill by this time. I felt his finger go in my ass as he took both of my little grape sized nuggets into his mouth and rolled them about, all the while fucking his finger in and out of my butt, making me shiver with emotions that I never knew existed in my body.
Kurt pulled his finger out and sucked it clean making a big show of it for me then he put two fingers back inside of me and at once began to suck my cock into his mouth. He was moving up and down on me, sort of like jacking me off with his mouth. It felt so wonderful that I never wanted it to stop. His fingers were hitting something in my butt that made me go insane with joy as his mouth worked on my hard cock paying my ragingly sensitive cock head special attention. I started to cum so hard that it burned it's way out of my body.
Now I had only had my first wet orgasm the day before but it didn't shoot out, it just kind of oozed out. This was so fucking different and so fucking good. I shot and I shot like I never had and it made my whole body feel so good. I felt like I was cumming from my toes and from the back of my head. My heart was pounding and my chest was pumping. My whole body was trying to get out through the head of my humongous cock inside the mouth of the most wonderful person on the face to the planet. I loved this cocksucker more than anyone I had ever known. I didn't ever want to quit.
Kurt quit pumping on my dick but he kept it in his mouth. He stopped fucking his fingers in and out but he slowly rubbed against that one spot up in my butt. It felt so good and soothing. In just moments I could feel my cock go hard again as I began to fuck into his mouth. He was right with me as he began to suck me in earnest again. Slowly he moved his fingers in and out of my tortured ass hole as he kept up his ministrations on my turgid boy meat. As I began to meet his movements with my pelvic thrusts he returned to fucking my ass with his fingers, never ceasing to hit that one spot with force on each stroke. Again I had a powerful orgasm that totally wrecked my body and left me in a gasping heap on my bed.
Kurt crawled up and lay beside me with his face on my chest, his eyes locked on mine. As my breath returned he leaned in and kissed me. I had never kissed anyone but my mother or grandmothers. This was so cool. I put my arm around him and held him as we kissed. His tongue darted into my mouth and I could taste my cum. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and searched for more of my love juice. I loved the taste of it. I loved the taste of him. I loved him. Yeah, I loved this little cock sucker.
We lay together for an hour then we got into a sixty nine position and he showed me how to make love to a boy as we sucked and finger fucked each other to another mind rocking orgasm. I knew for a fact that I loved what I was doing and wanted to do it from now on. Kurt asked me to fuck him. I asked about his burger dude. He told me that my cock was still small enough that he didn't think that anyone could tell but he really wanted it. He told me that he would do anything I wanted.
My devious little mind went into gear as I told him of my desire. He agreed and I got on my knees between his legs. I got the best end of the deal. I thought that his blow job was great, the feelings in my cock as I fucked his hot, tight ass was in a whole new category. I am, now and forever, a cocksucker but I loved fucking that boy's tight little pucker. I didn't cum with the intensity that I did in his mouth but somehow I felt even more satisfied and drained. I rolled over and fell asleep.
It was almost dark out when Kurt awakened me. He had to get home and get ready to go to work. He agreed to meet me at this one door at eleven thirty. We worked out a secret knock. If he did not return my knock before opening the door I was to run like mad and hide. The door was massive and had four locks on it so I would have time to run if the wrong person were opening it.
My dad came home and we had dinner together. He saw how happy I was and talked to me about it. I told him that I had made a friend in the neighborhood. He was very happy at that. He felt like I would have a better time if I had a friend or two until school started. I would be going to the military base school but that was still two months away. We ate and talked about his day then he tucked me into bed and kissed me.
At eleven fifteen I snuck out of bed and slipped my jeans and a tee shirt on. I pulled on my sneakers with no socks and slipped out of the house after making sure that I had my door key. I went around to a side door at the rear of the alley. I knocked in our pre-arranged manner. In moments came the expected reply. I heard the locks being turned then the door opened and Kurt stood there motioning for me to hurry in. I moved through the door as he closed and locked it. He led me up a stairway to a small room. There was a bed and a wardrobe in it and he had a CD player on a chair by the bed. He had a few CDs but I couldn't make out the names as they were all in a foreign language. He had me pull the covers over me and lay still and not talk above a whisper.
Maybe ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Kurt opened the door as a deeper voice said something to him. He answered and got out of bed. As the person left he told me to follow him but to watch out. We went into this one room and he had me get under the bed. In a minute another door opened and I could see the naked legs and feet of a grown man. Kurt was talking to him and it seemed that the man was very excited. Kurt told me it was okay to come out from under the bed.
Before me stood a man of about forty or fifty. He was naked and very hairy. He had a big, hard cock and it was pointing at my chest. He was very happy and talking a mile a minute. Kurt put his fingers to his mouth and said something to the man. The man began to talk quietly as Kurt told me to get undressed. He undressed and took my hand to lead me over to the bed. The man was drooling on himself as he climbed on the bed with us. Kurt told me that he wanted to eat my ass. I got on my knees as the man began to lick and suck on my ass hole. His tongue was much longer than Kurt's and it felt so good. I was loving what was happening.
The man turned me over and sucked my cock and licked my balls then licked my ass again. He said something to Kurt who told me to get on top of the man and sixty nine him. I couldn't wait. I was going to get my first grown up cock. I started sucking as he was sucking me. He put his fat finger in my butt and it hurt it was so big. He wet his finger and put it back all the while Kurt was talking to him. I guess he was telling the man that I was a total virgin and to take it easy with me.
I made the man cum in my mouth and I loved the taste and the amount. He had Kurt get on him in a sixty nine and had me get up behind and fuck Kurt. I was ready for this one. I fucked my friend like an old pro. I lasted a long time and I made him cum twice into the man's hungry mouth. When I finished cumming the man sucked my cock clean then he began to suck my cum from Kurt's just fucked ass hole. I went down and helped Kurt suck the man's massive cock and we made him cum again. He was so happy. It was time for the man to go. He got up and took his bill fold from a plastic bag on the bedpost and pulled out a big wad of money. He gave a lot to Kurt and a lot to me. Kurt told me to get my pants on and get under the bed. He gave me some of the money he had and told me to put it in my pocket. I got under the bed and the man left.
In a moment the door opened again and I heard Kurt talking to another man. The door shut and Kurt told me to hurry. I got out from under the bed and we ran back to his room. He didn't have any money. He told me that he had to give it to his burger. I pulled out the money I had and he told me to take it home. He would meet me the next day and we could go somewhere to eat and shop. He helped me sneak out and I went home.
I counted the money when I got into my bedroom. The man had given us over three hundred Euros. I knew that this was a lot of money by any standard. I hid the money under my mattress and went to sleep. Kurt knocked on the door the following morning. Our housekeeper let him in to my room. I was still asleep as he came in and stroked my naked back and butt. I had not showered from the night before and when I moved the man's odor was overpowering on me. Kurt wrinkled his nose as I moved to go shower. I asked him to join me. He was naked in a moment and followed me to the bathroom. We took our time washing every part of each other then we had a high protein breakfast of each other's young ball juice.
We dressed and headed out. The housekeeper had breakfast ready for me but I told her I would catch something later that I had some sights to see with my new friend and guide. Kurt told me that the exchange rate for Euros at the time was about even, dollar for dollar. I told him that there was over three hundred dollars. He told me that he had given his burger a hundred which is normal. He told me that the man really liked me and wanted to do it with both of us again. I showed him a business card the man had given me with the money. Kurt and I went by the address on the card to find a very big law firm. We smiled at each other and went across the street to a sidewalk café and ordered breakfast.
I had my fill of Europe's idea of breakfast and asked Kurt to translate as I ordered us each an American breakfast fit for a king, or a trip to the hospital for an overloaded system of fat and carbs. The waiter was astounded but agreed to prepare what I had asked. In a short time we were drinking the very strong European version of coffee. We had a plate with eggs and hashed brown potatoes with sausages. We had a stack of French style pancakes but since we couldn't come up with a word for maple syrup we settled on honey with lots of butter.
The eyes of the other diners were on us as we pigged out on our special breakfast and they ate their sweet rolls and miniature cups of strong coffee with orange marmalade and strawberry jam. As we were about half through with our impasse our friend from the night before came up to the café to get his Continental breakfast. He spotted us and his face went blank. We just nodded and looked away. He relaxed. He walked over to us and talked to Kurt for a moment than sat down. He asked the waiter to serve him at our table. Then he turned to me.
"My name is Eric. Thank you for our meeting last night. If I can be of service again please let me know."
I was amazed that he spoke English. He told me that he had studied international law in Boston. He had not known whether to talk to me the night before or not so just kept it quiet. I told him that that is what I wanted, to keep it quiet. I told him that I enjoyed myself and would like to get together again but not there. He told me that he had an apartment in town for business and that we could meet there when we wanted. We told him we could meet then. He laughed and told us that he would have lunch prepared for us at two. We agreed and went our separate ways.
Kurt and I shopped. I had never gone shopping by myself and it was so much fun. We bought tons of junk food and ate until our bellies were sticking out and we were sick. We bought CDs and I got a CD player. We bought lots of new clothes and then we had to decide where to hide all of it. We decided that my dad really didn't look at what I had so we slipped in past the house keeper and hid everything in my room. Kurt would come over on Monday and take some of his stuff back to his room after he finished his shopping trip. He figured that way it would look like he had just bought it.
At one thirty we headed to the address the man gave us. He was just getting out of his car as we came up. He led us up to his apartment and let us in. He had a nice place on the top of a tall building with a Jacuzzi in a window over looking the town way below. We got naked and got in the water. He rubbed our backs and we did the same for him. He loved to suck our cocks and we let him do whatever he wanted.
At three a man in a white coat announced dinner. We went naked to the table and sat on either side of the man. He had prepared a prime rib with boiled potatoes and asparagus. There was salad and pastry for desert. I ate till I was stuffed on everything but asparagus, I hate that stuff. He carried each of us into his bedroom where we had a repeat of the night before except that I really wanted Kurt to fuck me.
The two of them made me comfortable and prepared me. I lay on top of the man with his cock all the way down my throat. He licked and slurped on my ass like it was the best food in the world. He used his fingers to open me up. I was glad that Kurt was so small, I knew this was not going to hurt at all. The man pulled me down so that my cock was buried in his mouth and Kurt got up behind me. He pushed his peter in me and it didn't feel any different than the man's finger except that it went a little further.
Kurt began to fuck me and I loved every stroke he made up in me. Between the man's mouth and Kurt's peter I was in heaven. I felt like I was in my nana's rocking chair or in granny's lap in her rocker. I had never felt so loved and protected as these two sex fiends used my young body for their own satisfaction. It took me several months to figure that one out. I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't realize that I was just a sex object to them.
The man paid us well and we continued to meet him every few days. Many times I would go alone and he would lavish me with his attention. It was just before school started that Kurt and I went to see him and he had two other men there. They were rough and hurt us. As we left the building two policemen were walking in. Kurt said to me that he didn't like that fat man sticking his pee pee up his butt. He said that it hurt. The policemen heard and the man and his friends tried to go another direction. The policemen stopped them. One of the policemen took Kurt and I aside and talked to us and we told them that the man had taken us upstairs and he and his friends had sex with us.
The police took us to my house as the two men were taken away. My dad was called and I told him that I had been raped. I had been, by the man's friends and I didn't like it and I told him no, several times. There was a trial. Kurt was taken away and I never saw him again. Dad asked for a transfer and we headed back to the USA.
Dad was sent to Arizona. I stayed cool and out of trouble. I did meet a kid in my eighth grade class that liked to suck cocks and we got together a few times but we kept it very low key. Dad was training hard and working long hours. He told me that he was the commander of a very good group of guys. He started spending time with me and talking about different things. I was getting old enough to figure it out so I just hit him one night. "So when do you go to Iraq?" He looked at me as tears welled up in his eyes. He picked me up and held me in his lap with his arms around me. He whispered in my ear that he would be going in December but we still had two months together before he left. He asked me where I wanted to stay. I told him that I would like to go to granny's house. I love nana and pap pa but they are getting older and I have more to do at granny's with the farm and the chores and of course, my horse.
Dad agreed. We took a few weeks and went to see nana and pap pa. I told them that I thought that I would be better off on the farm than with them. They agreed at once. They told me that they had talked about it and were going to try to convince me that I would be better off there than with them but that they still expected to see me, often.
Pap pa was a picture of an old Indian. He looked as if he had stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting with his high cheek bones, prominent brow and square jaw. His skin was not as dark as one would think but he told me that was because during the struggles that the Indians went through--what he called the Trail of Tears--that a lot of Indian girls were raped and bore half white children. He told me that in the new Indian Territories of Oklahoma that there were few, if any, pure blood Indians alive today. His golden brown eyes twinkled as he talked to me and I love the look of his thick black hair, almost like the mane of a lion.
At the tender young age of nine pap pa told me of the Choctaw curse. He told me that all of the men of his blood line had at least a nine or ten inch cock. This was exciting to my little adolescent mind as I pictured myself the envy of the entire world. I wanted my cock to grow to its full length then. I had no desire to wait for puberty. I was a solid three foot five inches tall and weighed about fifty pounds. A ten inch cock would be a third of my body size but I could already see it.
Nana was a soft, sweet Indian princess. She was Cherokee through and through. She was what every boy seeks in a perfect wife. She could cook like none other and sing like a nightingale. Mom and I spent a lot of time with the two of them while dad was on one assignment after another. Pap pa taught me to hunt with a bow. He taught me to live off of the land. I could go out on my own with nothing but my knife and stay for a week at a time. This I did often from the time I was about eight until I was ten.
We spent every minute we could with granny and papa also, especially holidays. A family reunion occurred every Thanksgiving and Christmas. They lived in a huge house that they had built from the stones on their land. It was almost like a gentleman's estate one sees in pictures of European castles.
As the family grew the house did too. The first addition was a two story east wing. It had a huge family room downstairs and two bedrooms, with three bathrooms, One bedroom was for granny and papa with the other belonged to my aunt Hazel. Upstairs there were six bedrooms with a bathroom between every two.
The center of the house contained a country kitchen with enough room to swing a whole cow by the tail. This was the main gathering place for the family with it's long tables and plenty of seating. The center piece being a large cooking fireplace. There is twenty gallon cast iron kettle hanging on a hook that swings into the fire. Many a cold night the whole family has gathered around that fireplace and drank hot chocolate from that kettle. Granny makes a stew in the kettle that barely feeds the whole tribe who will eat four of five bowls full in a single meal.
The west wing is not as big as the east. Downstairs is the grand dinning hall. There is a table that can actually sit the entire family of seventy three, at the last count two years ago. Upstairs is the grand ball room. It is a huge, empty, unfinished room where all of us kids have a grand ball. We throw our sleeping bags on the floor and camp out for the three or four nights that we get together.
A few days before Thanksgiving dad and I arrived at Granny's. Papa had passed on while we were in Europe but granny had stayed on, keeping the old home fires burning. She was a tower of strength but when she heard that I wanted ot come and live with her she broke down in tears. The chores were getting too much for her. She had tried to get some help from friends and neighbors but everyone had their own problems. She looked at me and told me that I was truly a gift from the heavens.
Dad was happy about the way things worked out also. He had a delay in his orders to ship out and had to go to special training at a top secret location. He told me that he would be gone for about four weeks but that he would see me around Christmas time.
I fell into a routine around the farm. The big thing that needed doing was to get all of the equipment inside, out of the weather. Then I moved the stock into winter pastures and took inventory of feeds and supplements for the herd. I was sure that everything was in order. My uncles checked me out as they arrived for the holiday. I was praised over and over again for the work I was doing and the help I was giving mama, their name for my granny.
By the time Thanksgiving was over and the Christmas season loomed closer I was into a routine. I had enrolled in the local highschool. A two hour bus ride twice a day was a bit much but one of the boys told me about the farm to market licence that the state offered for farm workers over fourteen. I got granny to go with me over to the county seat and got a special drivers licence that allowed me to drive farm equipment to and from market on farm business. I drove papa's pickup truck with a bag of feed in the back end. I had to go to the feed store every morning and drink a soda. While I was there I parked the truck and attended class. After school I had to get the feed back home and off I went. All completely legal and no skirting the laws.
Some of the boys abused the privilege and .the local sheriff took them to task for their efforts. This freedom meant too much to me and I didn't want to loose it. I had to have a bonafide reason to be anywhere but in a straight line from the farm to town and the sheriff was careful to verify those reasons. It was only two weeks until school was out again and I had a lot to do to get ready for the annual stampede of relatives. Granny expected all of the kids as well as some of her's and papa's families come to say hi, maybe for the last time. That saddened me to think of losing her. She was my strength so many times in my life.
Christmas of 2004 I got the greatest present of all times and that is the crux of my story that I have sat down to tell you now. I guess I have told you more than I realized but we haven't even gotten to the good part.
Christmas eve morning I awakened late. I had purposely slept in knowing that a house full of people were on their way and I would be in the grand ball room with thirty eight girls for the next two or three nights. Not only would I get very little sleep, I would not have a chance to take care of the monster down under and he was a demanding entity. He made me exercise him at least twice a day which was very rare. He usually wanted to be stroked three or four times but I didn't really care. He had grown to be such a big boy it was a joy to be alone with him. I enjoyed his reward to me. I had developed a real taste for his love juice and I was able to bend over far enough that I could lock my lips over his thick purple crown and get every last drop. It had been a long dry spell since my friend Kurt had taught me these amazing things. The last thing that I wanted to happen is for my dad to discover that he had a cock sucker for a son. I wasn't afraid of his reaction so much as I was about someone else finding out and causing him embarrassment. I love that man so much it would kill me to cause him any pain.
I had all of my clothes moved to the back of the large closet in what had been my aunts room so many years ago. Whenever she visited she and her husband always slept in her room. I changed the bed and put the dirty sheets through a wash cycle. I had my sleeping bag and pillows along with a back pack of necessities for the holidays in a cupboard under the stairs, you know, Harry Potter's room. I love Harry Potter. I would love to ride his broom stick. Ron's a dork though.
I ambled into the kitchen about eleven o'clock to see a man that looked familiar but one that I was sure I had never seen before. Granny was hugging a penis. My knees gave way as I looked at the epitome of perfection. He was a pure blond haired, blue eyed, walking, talking penis awaiting my service. I was standing in the middle of the room, drooling on myself when the man spoke to me. "Is this Mark? Wow, you have grown up to be a real stud. Now I know what all of your cousins have been talking about." He put out his hand then pulled me in for a hug.
My dad walked in and put his hand on my shoulder. "I told you he was a killer. Look at that smile. I have to wear dark lenses to keep from going blind when he shows those pearly whites.
"Hey, son, you don't remember your uncle Mike, I guess. You were only five when he went to Africa."
"I can see the family resemblance so I kind of guessed."
"And this young man is my step son, Luke. We don't use step son to often. As far as either of us is concerned he is my son, period, but as a way of introducing him to family I will spell it out."
Hey, spell it any way you want, I still like what I see. Fuck, we're stuck in the ball room. No chance to get a dance with Luke in there. He'll have all of the girls going ga ga all night. Since he is no blood relation they will really be on his sweet ass. Man, I wish I could be. I just got a perfect view of that double bubble when he picked up a spoon my aunt dropped. Fuck, I had to get out of there or embarrass a whole bunch of us.
"Mark, you and Luke will stay in Mac's Shack. I cleaned it up this week and put clean bedding out there. Why don't you take Luke out and show him where to put his stuff and start a fire. There is no heat out there except for the fireplace. I stacked a fire for you so you only have to light it but it is going to snow tonight and you need to get the room warmed up."
Me and Luke, alone, in Mac's shack? Heaven moved to earth and I was unaware. Luke and I each grabbed our back packs and sleeping bags and I took him out to the shack. It really isn't a shack. It was a room, on the outside of the house. It adjoined the west wall where the bathroom for the dining hall was. It was one big room with a small bath, a shower and a toilet. It had been built for papa's handyman to live in. He lived there for over fifty years, until his death. I had been told that Mac and papa were old buddies from their highschool days. I know Mac was always nice to me and he taught me as much about the farm as papa did.
I opened the door and showed Luke in. He threw his shit into a corner and said let me welcome my cousin correctly. He grabbed me and gave me the hug of my life. He pushed himself tight against me and I nearly died as I felt his hard cock press against mine. He pulled me close then turned his face to me. I looked into his eyes as he leaned in and kissed me, full on the lips, with tongue. A hard dick against my own, a hot tongue down my throat. Roaming hands inside the waist band of my jeans, squeezing my buns and urging me to hump him in return to his own movements. I wasted no time as I pushed at his tight fitting jeans. It was a struggle but I pushed them half way down his ass while they were still fastened in the front.
I had naked crack surrounding my fingers as I probed and pushed at his pants, trying to get them off of his sweet body. I wasn't paying a lot of attention until I felt the cold air on my balls but he had unfastened my button front jeans and had them pooled around my ankles. The room was fucking cold. I toed off my sneakers and stepped out of my jeans as I broke away from our hot embrace. I ran to the fireplace and bent over to strike a match to the kindling granny had laid at the bottom of the fire. The kindling caught the tender and the fire began to burn. I was burning as my naked cousin walked up behind me and pushed his very hard cock into the crack of my ass and wrapped his arms around me.
I reached back and grabbed his nice six inch cock and led him over to the bed.. He took the initiative and lay down with his head toward the foot of the bed. I lay opposite with our cocks pointed straight at each other's mouths. Not a word was said as we each filled our mouths with the meaty offering before us. We were both so hot that we got a load off in record time. He filled my mouth almost at once and nursed and suckled me until I returned a load in mere seconds. We lay there nursing and let our hands walk over each other for several minutes until I pulled him up to join my head on the pillow.
He was my uncle Mike's wife's son from a previous marriage. His mother was a missionary in South Africa when Luke's dad died of weird disease. Mike was a young man on his first mission. He had a life long love of the work of God and had joined with a group young college graduates with a burden for the Gospel to reach South Africa. At twenty one he took off. He met Luke's parents before he started his work in Kenya. A few years later he ran across Luke's mom. She told him of her husband's demise. She was going to carry on his work while trying to raise a four year old son on her own. The passion she had was shared by Mike so he asked to be able to accompany her back to her church. The council agreed. With in a year the two had developed a relationship and Luke had bonded to Mike. The two were married shortly thereafter.
Mike and his wife, I never learned her name, were going into a very serious hot zone to begin a mission amongst the predominately Muslim population. It was a very dangerous mission and one where they did not want to take Luke. He had been brought here by Mike to stay with his grandmother and go to school in America.
Enough of the talk already, I wanted more sweet cream. I had to check him out and I found that Mike was five and three quarter inches long and five and a half inches around. The exact size for a perfect boy of fourteen. He was born in S. Africa of American parents and had dual citizenship. He had been home schooled by the missionaries and hoped that he could test out to be in the ninth grade, same as me. He was one day younger than I. When we worked out the time difference I was only twenty four hours and six minutes older than he was.
He had to measure my Indian cursed cock. I was then a nice seven and three quarter inches long and a pleasant five and three quarters inches around. Both of us were uncut. Luke's folks wanted to cut him but he was born in the jungle and there was no one that could do the job except for the old tribal spiritual leader, Luke said he was a witch doctor if ever there was one. He had cursed Luke's dad and Luke was sure that is why his dad died.
All I knew was that his cock needed to scratch a deep need in my throat so I swallowed it. We had a nice slow time as we finger fucked each other's butt and sucked each other without any rush or urgency. Luke had never been fucked and he wanted to try it, now. I was horny as hell. I had not fucked anybody or been fucked in almost a year, since I lost Kurt. I had two fingers in Luke's ass and loved the feel of, what I now knew, was his prostate. I loved feeling that hard little nut as I rubbed and pushed at it and his cock filled my mouth with his clear seminal fluid. I had milked him until his sperm joined the fluid for a most satisfying ejaculation of the cream of life. I decided that I would break his cherry. If he was going to live here then I wanted to get all of the cards on the table between us now so that there was no question in his mind about where I was coming, and cumming, from in the future.
I worked up to three fingers in his delicious ass as I moved myself between his legs. I was on my knees with my cock dripping like a cheap faucet onto my fingers which I pushed into his sweet ass as a lubricant. I had not taken much time to eat his ass yet and I wanted more than the cursory licks I had given him as he recovered from my fantastic blow job. I kept pulling my fingers out and licking them, supposedly to lube them but I was getting taste of him that had me so fucking hot I was about to burst. I determined to eat him after I fucked him. Right now he was open and eager to be broke and I was ready to ride this young stallion into the ground with the promise from him that I would get the same treatment in return.
My cock moved with a mind of its own and pushed past my fingers in one smooth move. Luke was so open that even with my oversized cock I slid all the way in with no obstruction whatsoever. Luke's eyes widened as I made my entry. He never expressed any pain as I watched him intently. Slowly he smiled at me, "That feels like the turd from hell. I feel like I have been constipated for a week." I pulled out to the rim of his sphincter, "DON"T pull it out. Oh please, put it back in." I moved ever so slowly in and then out, in and out. His face lit up like a sunbeam with a smile that brightened my entire world.
I began to fuck him. He shifted his body under mine and my cock was free to move and it did, with power. I power fucked Luke on his virgin breaking journey. I gave him all of the moves and actions I had witnessed the men at Kurt's hotel give their young boys. I was alternating between short hard stabs, to long slow strokes. Luke was eating it up. He was moaning and carrying on as if this were the greatest thing in his life. I guess from what I had learned from my time with Kurt that it may be. I was going to find out in just a little while as I took Luke inside of me.
Luke began to tense up. His ass muscles were gripping and releasing my cock with each stroke. I had never had this sort of feeling before. I loved fucking Kurt but my dick was so thin and I don't really remember him fucking me back as Luke was. I could feel my end coming all to soon. I changed my angle of attack and returned to the long, slow strokes once again. Luke was jumping with each plunge and his cock was standing straight up, away from his body. Clear seminal fluid was actually running down his cock as it bubbled like a fountain from his wide open pee hole. I got a big fist full of his sweet juice on my fingers and licked them clean. I fed some of the offering to Luke who's eyes were rolling back into his head as he continued to sing of his love and praise me for the feeling in his young body.
In less time than I really wanted Luke began to fountain his creamy nectar across his body. Three shots made it all the way into his open mouth. That so turned me on as I watched his tongue swirl around with his own jizz on it. The next few shots covered him from chin to navel then he was down to dribbles. Just as his dribbles began my climax began. My eyes rolled back into my head as I shoved my cock another two feet into Luke's tortured ass and left a few gallons of my boy juice for his intestines to absorb into his bodies cell structure.
I was exhausted as I kept up a maddening pace, pumping every drop of cum that I could find as far up into the tight tube of muscle surrounding my throbbing cock. I was banging against Luke's upturned ass and my balls were making a loud slapping noise as the made contact with his taught maximus gluttonous. Luke screamed, "Yessss!" as I emptied myself into him.
I was drained. I fell to my side. Luke rolled with me trying to keep my cock in his ass. I went to my back as he moved on top of me. But my cock wilted and slipped out of him of its own accord. Luke was kissing me with a fire that I had never experienced or witnessed. I was struggling for breath but trying to get as many of those kisses as I could. Luke kissed and licked my ears, around my cheeks, my forehead, even my nose. As I began to breathe easier his tongue was in my mouth. He didn't lock our lips as I was still gasping for breath, he just licked my teeth and my extended tongue. He was proclaiming his love for me.
Slowly I recovered and I told him it was dinner time. I spun around and pulled him on top of me. I spread his legs and began to feed at his fresh fucked hole. Now this boy found another pleasure. His body had experienced so much in the last half hour or less that I was sure he was going to go into mind lock so that he could process all of sensations into usable data.
Luke had my soft cock fully in his mouth as he sucked and searched for any remains of our combined efforts. He was doing a number on my naked cock head as he held my foreskin back. He let the sheath cover his tongue as he continued to nurse my tender meat. I gritted my teeth and let him go as my body spasmed with each and every movement of his eager probe raking across my sensitive nerve endings.
Finally I had all of the cum that he was going to give up and his cock was growing to a sturdy pole again. I locked my lips against his ass hole and blew all of the air in my full lungs into his butt. He squirmed on top of me as he felt the need to expel the air. I did it again. This time he could not hold it very long. He raised up to point his ass away from me. I pulled him down as he exuded a loud rush of cum moistened air from his anus. I watched in fascination as his pucker flapped in the breeze and filled the room with the sounds of a healthy boy fart. Yeah, it was gross but it was fun. For some reason I took a very perverse pleasure in the experience and vowed to convince him to do it again if we ever got together after today.
I kissed the under side of his turgid cock and told him that I needed a return favor. Luke crawled aside and looked at me with his beautiful smile and took up a position between my legs. His first order of business was to rim me, an activity in which he had no experience. He loved me doing him and he wanted to see what it was all about. Fuck yes, I'll teach him. I loved being rimmed. I looked forward to being rimmed after he fucked me but one step at a time, one step, step, step.
The finger routine was finished and now the main event was under way. I had taken his cock with only a slight discomfort. Luke's cock was almost three times the thickness of the only other cock I had ever had in my butt, and that had been nearly a year ago. I was practically a virgin myself. Luke had taken my much thicker and much, much longer cock without hesitation. I was going to do the same. As Luke bottomed out in me I felt a wave of pleasure as I had never had before. Luke made love to me as if we were the most perfect of lovers of all times. I felt his love flow as he fucked me with feelings I never knew existed. He lay on top of me and kissed me. Our tongues engaged each other in a battle seeking the best of each other.
His cock never stopped its two way journey in my love chute. I could fee my love for Luke take over my conscience body. The two of us bonded right there and we would never separate. We actually reached our climax with me being just nano seconds ahead of him. Luke was pressed hard against me squeezing my cock between our tight bodies. The friction he generated on the bottom of my cock brought me to a mind altering climax. My ass muscles tightened as I pushed my load across both of our bodies, causing him to let loose his own load into my new love tunnel.
He stayed on top of me with his cock in its new home. I was willing to let him warm his cold member any and all of the time. I just wasn't sure how he felt. Had I been a fuck or was this something that could happen again and again?
"I guess you know what this means?" he said.
"What?'
"We're going to have each other's babies. We will have to do this every day so that they can be fed properly. Since we don't have all that crap up in us that girls have the babies have no way of getting nourishment so we will raise them on cum and love. I do love you, more than anything in my life and I want to be your boyfriend. I hope that we can learn to love each other and be together forever."
His cock had softened and he was laying at my side with his head on my chest and our lips millimeters apart. He would speak and kiss me. I would listen and kiss him. I realized that he was actually as much in love with me as I was with him.
"That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I jerked up to see my dad and my uncle Mike standing at the foot of the bed looking down at us. "The two of us have been so worried for months that you two may not get along. We were both almost positive that our sons were gay, or at least leaning that way at this age. We just weren't sure if you could get it on with each other."
They had both seated themselves on the bed, Mike by me and dad by Luke. Mike picked up my legs and spread them wide. "Oh this is sweet. Remember when we had cute, tight puckers like this. I loved looking at your lovely anus after a good fucking. I have to have some of this." With that he put his head down and began to rim me and feltch Luke's cum from my ass.
I turned to look at Luke. He smiled at me as my dad ate his ass. Luke and I locked lips and let them give us pleasure. Our cocks thickened and filled out to their full length only to be grasped and stroked by each other's dad as he ate his way to the center of our small world. My cock began to throb and thicken. Mike took it into his mouth in time for me to give him the fifth load of cum from my, now sore, balls in just a little over and hour and a half.
Luke was gasping in my mouth as we breathed each other's air over and over and his cum filled my dad's eager mouth. The two brothers pulled away and looked at each other. They moved forward and kissed each other, sharing their prizes between themselves.
"Oh, this brings back so many memories. I wonder if we were that cute when we made love at the same age as they are," my dad said.
"I don't know. I know that Mac loved it the first time he caught us. Man, could that old fart suck cock. No wonder papa kept him around," Mike offered.
"How long were they together, do you know?"
"Papa told me that they met in grade school and began sucking each other at thirteen years old. Mac lived here until he died at seventy three, so I guess they were together sixty years."
"It's a wonder that any of us were ever born. Papa was a horny fucker, right down to the end." Dad said.
"And he had such a little cock. Did you ever suck him?"
"No, I never had that opportunity. In fact I never thought of it with anybody but you. To this date I have never sucked any other dick than yours. I let a kid suck me in Spain a few years ago. He was our houseboy. He was supposed to be helping me bathe. He washed my back and handed me a towel as I got out. I was drying my hair when he took my cock into his mouth. I moved over to the massage table and laid back. The lad was about thirteen or fourteen but he knew how to suck a man's cock. I lay there thinking of you and the great times we used to have. I let that kid take me twice that afternoon. He helped me to relax every day for as long as we were there."
"That was when you lost your wife wasn't it?"
:"After. When Mark and I went back to finish my assignment. I was kind of lonesome and not knowing what to do. I was worried about Mark. I got assigned to the embassy in Amsterdam and took a house across the street from a boy brothel that is world famous. Mark met a young homosexual boy and discovered his sexuality."
"You knew about Kurt and me? You knew what we were doing."
"Son, I was with the Embassy. You were watched like a hawk watches a mouse every second of the day and night. There were cameras in your room. There was a man on your tail as you went up the back stairs with Kurt. I sat in the owners office and watched you and that lawyer. You opened up and became your own man that night. I didn't like it that you met him at his apartment but the second time you were there the place had cameras and microphones everywhere. Someday you may want to watch your sexy little ass in action."
"Dad, I....I..." I broke down and began to cry. I was so mad and so hurt. My dad came to me and held me tight. "Is this room bugged, father?" I was raging mad and I let it out.
"No dear. It is not. I am not worried about anyone hurting you here. Mike and I have been talking by phone two or three times a week since he got his new assignment. I know that this is the only place that you will be happy and safe while I am on assignment to Iraq. You need someone to be friends with. Luke had some habits that made Mike think that he might be ready to experiment and discover his sexuality. We thought that if you two could become friends then it would be easier for both of you to be this far away from all of the excitement you have always known.
"It was a silent wish, on both of our parts that you might become, at least jack off buddies. We aren't ready to be grandfathers yet. Coming in here and smelling your sex stench in the air was like a dream come true for me."
"Me too," Mike chimed in. "I love Luke so very much. I couldn't love him more if he were of my blood. I will never have sex with him but he is the most desirable young man I have ever met. I am so glad that the two of you are together. Your dad and I both feel that you may discover girls the way we did as you grow older but for now you can have all of the sex you want and not have to worry about pregnancy."
"So you set us up to have sex with each other so you could get your perverted thrill!! Well, fuck you! Both!!" Luke pulled his pants and coat on and stormed out of the door. I looked at my dad. I loathed the man. I ran after Mike, still naked. I caught him right outside the door and we ran to the barn and up to the top of the hay loft. I grabbed a handful of horse blankets and tossed them up before me. I stacked the bales of hay into a fort of sorts and put the blankets down then stacked more bales to make a roof.
Luke and I crawled inside. I was fucking freezing my nuts off because I was still stark naked. We cuddled together under three or four blankets and slept till morning. When we awakened we had to piss wicked bad. We crawled out of our fort into icy cold air. On the ground in front of the fort were all of my clothes and the rest of Luke's. We ran to the side of the barn and peed in the hay. It was to far to the house and I didn't have time to dress before I would have peed myself.
Once dressed we climbed down the ladder. Under the loft lay our dads, together under a stack of horse blankets. I stood looking at them. My dad opened his eyes and looked at me, "Ahh, son..."
"Save it, dad. It's too fucking cold out here. Let's go back to Mac's shack and we'll talk there." I put my arm around Luke and he took off at a run, our dads running right behind us. Dad started to say something and I cut him off. "Look, I was out of line last night. I know that you love me. Dad, you have always done what you felt was best for me. I was shocked that you had wanted me to fall in love with Luke. I have you know." He looked at me. "I've fallen in love with him. I don't really care how we came to be together but if he'll have me I want to be with him from now on and forever."
Luke grabbed me and hugged me close and we kissed. Yech, morning breath with hints of stale cum. My man's cum, my cum, fuck it kiss me again. "Uh, dad, I'm sorry. I was out of line too. I didn't know for sure if I was gay. I had thoughts...when I saw Mark I just went...what? I don't know but I do know that I want to be with him forever more.
"It scared me that you knew more about me than I know. Does my mother know?"
"No. I don't think so. We never talk about it. She is your mother. Mother's know their kids. I know it won't matter to her unless she doesn't get a grandkid or four."
"If you can stand to be around us it is Christmas morning. We should get inside and celebrate with the family." My dad, always the logical one. Luke and I showered together and dressed. We snuck in the house and sat in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate each. Dad and Mike came in all dressed and looking fresh. Dad grabbed toast and bacon and made up some bacon sandwiches. He gave each of us one then he and Mike sat beside us as we ate and stared at each other. I saw nothing but love in both of their faces and I felt like a damn fool. I almost lost the only good thing that has come into my life in like...forever.
All of my cousins were coming in and grabbing food to stuff in their dainty little faces. The room was getting crowded. My dad's oldest brother opened the sliding doors to the dining room and announced that Santa had been there. All of the little ones made a bee line out of the kitchen to be followed by the older set then the parents. Luke and I sat together. Santa had come for us the day before.

Eric

I awoke well rested, and looking forward to the new day. I had slept through the night, which rarely happened any more. I was totally relaxed, and laid on the bed for a few minutes enjoying the silence of the early morning.

I got up and did the necessary things to make myself comfortable, put on my shorts and shoes, and padded across the hallway to Eric's room. I tapped on the door, and opened it carefully. He was lying there snoring softly. I wanted to let him sleep, but he had said he wanted to get up so I walked to the bedside, turned on the small lamp on the night-stand, and shook his shoulder gently. "Eric," I said just above a whisper. "Eric. Wake up, Son."

He rolled onto his back, and opened his eyes. As he focused on my face, he started to frown, and then the fog cleared as he remembered he had said he wanted to get up early. "G'mornin' Dad."

"Good morning, Son," I said as he screwed his little fists into his eyes. "Are you sure you want to get up?"

"No," he said honestly, "but I'll try it 'cause I want to be a part of everything you do."

I smiled at him, and said, " Well then, get up and wash the sleep out of your eyes, and put something on. I'll be in the basement when you're ready."

"OK. I'll just be a minute," he said as he got out of the bed, and followed his rigid boyhood to the bathroom.

I left him to his private morning rituals, and went to the basement. I did my stretching, and started the treadmill. Adjusting the speed to a normal walk, I had just gotten on it, when Eric came in and climbed on behind me. He had watched me jog the morning before, so I was not really surprised that he did it correctly. "You should do some stretches first," I said, "to prevent stiffening up later."

He stepped to the sides of the moving belt, and dismounted. I did the same, and showed him how to stretch out his tendons and muscles. "You should do this before and after every workout," I said. "It will help reduce any soreness you may get."

I put him to walking some more while I sat down and did some work on the butterfly machine. He watched me while he walked, and said, "How long do I have to do this?"

I smiled and said, "It's not a chore. If you think that's enough, stop and do something else.

"Like what?" he asked as he stopped the treadmill.

I got up and said, "You could start building up your arms with some curls>" I showed him how to do the exercise properly, and handed him a couple of five pound weights to work with.

"These are too light," he said. "I can lift a lot more than this."

"I'm sure you can," I said, "but using a weight you can handle easily let's you do more reps - er, repetitions - and it's the reps that build the muscles. You can increase the weight when you can do a hundred reps with each arm, but for now just start with three sets of ten reps each."

"What do you mean -sets?" he asked.

"Do ten lifts with each arm, and rest a bit," I said. "That's one set."

I watched as he started flinging the weights up and down. "Slow down, Son," I said. "Take your time and make sure you do each lift properly. This isn't a race. We want to spend the time exercising, not doing it in as short a time as possible."

I worked on my abs, which I felt had suffered from the large caloric intake on Christmas, and showed Eric various exercises he could do without making him too stiff and sore. I taught him the proper way to do pushups and squats. We both finished up with a jog on the treadmill. I put Eric in front of me so he could hang onto the handle while I used the side rails for balance. We ran a moderate half mile that left us breathing deeply.. I showed him how to cool down, and we went up to my shower, which was big enough for four people to bathe in at the same time.

We soaped each other's back, then rinsed the sweat off our own bodies. Eric wanted to wash my privates, but I told him that would get us both all sweaty again. He giggled and said, "Yeah, maybe, but it would be fun too."

I said, "That kind of fun will lead us down a slippery slope, and we aren't ready to take that plunge yet."

We got out of the shower, dried off, and Eric ran to his room to get dressed for the day. I took a little extra care with shaving, and then put on a pair of slacks and a turtle necked shirt, black socks, and a pair of loafers. By the time I got down to the kitchen, Eric had my coffee waiting. I kissed his forehead, and thanked him. "How about sausage and pancakes this morning," I said.

"Yeah, cool."

I put some link sausage on the grill and they cooked while I mixed the batter. In less than fifteen minutes we were feasting on a good breakfast. He had set the places on the island with orange juice at each place, my cup freshly filled with the last of the coffee from the carafe, and milk for himself. I enjoyed the closeness, and could no longer imagine a life without this wonderful boy.

"Do you want to watch the market with me this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Maybe for a while."

We sat in the same seats we had used the day before. I turned on the computer, and brought up the markets. It seemed to be a rather listless day, and I noticed Eric beginning to flag after a short time. I said, "Do you want to go take a nap? You really aren't used to being up this early."

He smiled at me a little guiltily and said, "Maybe for a little while."

I hugged him as he got up, and said, "Pleasant dreams."

He hugged me back, and went up to his room. I stuck it out for another hour, but finally gave up, and went into the kitchen. I used the bones from the rib roast, and some other leftovers from the freezer to start a pot of hearty beef soup. I put it on the back of the range, and let it simmer. I put a pork loin in an enameled roasting pan, and after rubbing it with salt, pepper, thyme, and rosemary, poured some red wine into the pan. I peeled some small potatoes, opened a bag of baby carrots, and threw in some roughly chopped onions and garlic. I put the cover on it, and put it in a slow oven to braise.

I went back into the computer room, and checked the IM for people I knew who were online. I chatted with a couple of them for a while, listening to them brag about their Christmases. I smiled to myself when I realized none of them had gotten anything that could compare with the gift that had been given me.

I checked the local newspaper for anything interesting, and was about to shut the machine down when a small headline attracted my attention. Teen Found Dead in Snowbank. I clicked on the link to the story, and read that an unidentified teenager had been found by a store owner while shoveling the walk in front of his business. The police estimated him to be about fifteen, but said he had no identification, and they had no clues as to where he was from. The article went on to say that no facilities were available for runaways, and that he had evidently frozen to death in the big storm on Christmas Eve. Yeah, I thought. No room for him at the Inn.

I got a printout of the story, and determined to write a letter to the paper with a view to pointing the finger at incompetent social services, callous taxpayers, and self righteous "Christians.". I was angry for the first time in years, and thought about how close Eric had come to a similar fate. Then I cried for this unknown young man whose life Society had wasted.

A little after noon I went up to wake Eric, but found him in the library reading a book. "What are you reading?" I asked.

He held the book up so I could see the title on the spine. The Book of Virtues I read. "Do you like the stories?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "They're all about how to be a good person. Have you read it?"

"A long time ago," I said. "I got a lot out of it. It helped me deal with the nasty bastard I used to be."

"No way," he said. "You were never nasty."

"Well, thank you kind sir," I said smiling at him. "I'm glad you think so, but the fact is that I used to be the same kind of queer you hated while you were on the streets. After I read that book, I didn't like myself very much, and I changed some of the things that made me that way. I still have to keep a tight rein on my thoughts, but it gets easier every day."

"Is that why you went to prison?"

"It certainly had a lot to do with it, " I said. "It took a long time for me to realize it was my fault, and not the fault of the boy I had sex with."

"Did he rat you off?"

"Yes, and I hated him for it back then," I answered. "I spent three years devising plans to get even. Then I realized I was only wasting my time instead of using it constructively. When I got out, I had to attend a therapy group, and that was one of the books they suggested I read. It made me think of all the damage I had done to others, and I decided to try to do better."

"You sure did a good job of that," he said. "You're the best guy I ever knew."

"Thank you for saying that," I said. "We can talk about it later if you want to, but it's getting on toward one o'clock. John will be here soon, and you'll want something to eat before he gets here. Go comb your hair, and make yourself presentable. You want to make a good impression, don't you?"

He put a bookmark in the page, and stood up. "I don't care what you were before. I sure love you the way you are now."

"I love you too. Now go."

I went back down to the kitchen,, and heated a can of chili. I put some lunchmeat on a plate, and poured a glass of milk. Eric ran in as I was dishing up the chili. I noticed he had changed into slacks and a dress shirt. "You look very nice," I said as he filled his mouth with chili.

He smiled at me, and continued his assault on the chili and sandwiches. When he finished, he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, and came to me and hugged me around the waist. "You can stop changing now," he said. "You're perfect just the way you are."

The intercom beeped, and Tom told me John was on his way up. I thanked him and sent Eric to greet him at the door while I stood off to the side where I could watch his face.

When Eric heard John's knock, he swung the door wide and nailed the man with his brightest smile. He stuck his hand out, and said, "Good afternoon, Mister Bishop. My name is Eric Larson, and Bob wants to adopt me."

I had known John for a little less than a year, but had never seen him at a loss for words before. He stuttered, "Er, um, ah." He finally took Eric's outstretched hand and said, "How do you do Mister Larson." Eric gently guided him into the house, and closed the door. John stood in the foyer staring at him with his mouth agape.

I walked up to him barely subduing a laugh, and said, "I see you've met Eric. Quite extraordinary, isn't he?"

Although still somewhat taken aback, John regained his bearing as Eric headed for the kitchen, and said, "He's amazing. Where did you find him?"

"Actually he found me. I believe he is Santa's gift to me because I've been such a good boy all these years." We both chuckled over that statement.

As we retired to the family room, I gave John the short version of Eric's plight and how he came to be my permanent guest.

We sat at the coffee table while Eric busied himself in the kitchen. He came in a few minutes later carefully balancing a plate of Oreo cookies, three cups and saucers, a sugar bowl, a creamer, and a carafe of coffee on a tray He put it down and asked, "Is there anything else I can get you, sir?'

John shook his head more in wonder than denial and said, "Not for me. Thank you."

After we had sipped the coffee and dispensed with small talk, the tray was pushed aside, and John opened his attache case. He pulled out a manila folder, and put it in front of me. "This is the result of that project you had me look into last February," he said.

It was my turn to lose it. I sat with my chin on my chest looking at the vellum document in front of me. Emblazoned across the top was the unmistakable single word "PARDON". I glanced at the State Seal, and the scrawled signature and said, "I don't believe it! You did it!"

"Well, I had a small part in it," said John, "but you did most of it. That shelter you funded had a lot to do with it. That gave him a good reason to consider it, and the two hundred thousand in his offshore account did the rest.

"Your record has been purged," he continued. "I had a friend run an NCIC [National Criminal Information Center] background check on you, and it came back blank. There are undoubtedly some hard copies of your transgressions laying around in old files somewhere, but the computers are clean."

"How is the shelter coming?" I asked. "I just saw a story in the local paper that said a youngster died in the storm. He was found in a snowbank."

Eric asked, "Was it a street kid?"

"They think so," I told him. "He didn't have any ID, and there is no missing persons report fitting his description."

"Was there a picture with the story?"

"Yes, but not a very good one," I said. "It's on my desk if you want to look at it."

Eric jumped up and ran out of the room. He came shuffling back a few minutes later weeping quietly. "It's Jeremy," he sobbed. "That's one of the guys I told you about who helped me."

John asked him gently, "Do you know his last name?"

"He said it was Shaw, but nobody ever gives his real last name. I'm not even sure his real name was Jeremy," Eric sobbed. "All I know is, he was a good guy. He was another one the pastor at the Angel of Mercy mission wouldn't let stay."

"WHAT?" John burst out. "Why couldn't he stay?"

"Pastor Bucholtz said there was no room in God's house for faggots," said Eric. "That's why I couldn't stay there either."

John was appalled. "How many were told that?"

"There were five of us. We kind of looked out for each other until I lost track of Jeremy and Josh." Eric was still crying, but he was holding up better than I would have under the circumstances.

John dialed his cell phone, and spoke into it. "I want to talk to Dan. This is John Bishop." He waited a minute or two, and then said, "He damned well better find the time to talk to me right now. I have some information on that dead teen" Less than a minute later he said, "Dan? I think I have some information for you. I have it on good authority that the boy that was found in the snow this morning went by the name Jeremy Shaw. He had some buddies that weren't found. Do you know if they're in your lockup?"

A couple of minutes went by, then, "Yeah." ---. "I see. Who's the PD? --- Uh-huh. ----Uh-huh.--- No.--- Well, I may take a hand in it. ----- OK, Dan. I'll talk to you soon." He laughed and then broke the connection. He turned to Eric and said, "Your other friends are being held at Juvenile Hall at the moment. They are being charged with Breaking and Entering. I'll see what I can do for them tomorrow. I have to talk to the Public Defender first. We lawyers have strict rules about stepping on each other's toes." He made a wry face.

"Can't you just get them out and bring them up here?" asked Eric. Things are so simple to solve when you're thirteen.

"There are a lot of reasons why that's not a good idea," John said to him. "For one thing, it would put you and Bob at risk. Then too, I know what Bob's rules are, and I doubt these boys could measure up. I'll see what I can do tomorrow. Till then, there isn't much we can do except pray I can convince the DA not to press charges."

"If it will help, I'll cover any damages they caused," I said.

"That might be the thing that springs them," said John, "Well, let's table that for the time being.

"To answer your question about the shelter," he continued, "the contractor is into cleanup, and the decorators are in full swing. We have the necessary permits and licenses. It should be ready for occupancy by the first."

"That's only a few days away," I said. "Is the staff lined up?"

John ticked the positions off on his fingers; "We have a pediatrician, three of the four counselors, a cook, and a housekeeper," he said. "I'm sold on Janet Hayes as the director, but I know how you feel about women in authority, so I've also got William Petty on the list."

I knew they were both highly qualified. "Why do you like Janet better than Bill?" I asked.

"Both have impeccable credentials," he said, "but I read both their doctoral theses, and Janet's covers the ground in the field we need. It's a masterful paper on the needs of homosexual youth. Besides that, she has seven years experience working for the Colorado State Hospital in just that niche." He paused, then said, "And I'm pretty sure she's gay."

"Is she available now," I asked, "or will we have to wait while she plays head games with us?"

"She wants the job. The salary offer is acceptable, but the thing she loves most is the idea of functioning without the State looking over her shoulder."

"Sign her up," I said. "Have her ready to take over on the first. Hire the others, and have them move in. I want to get the shelter open so there are no more 'Jeremy Shaw's' slipping through the cracks.

"The first is next Monday," I said. "I want to have a small ribbon cutting ceremony, and I want to be the one to cut the ribbon to open 'The Jeremy Shaw Memorial Shelter.' Invite the press. I'd like for them to hear what I have to say." I gave him an evil smile. He had his mouth open again. "Well, I paid four million dollars to build the place. Shouldn't I have the say as to what it will be called?"

Eric suddenly wrapped his arms around my neck and murmured, "You're the greatest, Dad."

John looked thoughtful. "Be careful how you word that speech," he said to me. "I feel the same way you do, but I don't think it's a good idea to tread on too many important toes before we even begin."

"Fuck them, their important toes, and the horse they rode in on!" I said angrily. "They've had a hundred years to fix the problem, and have done nothing constructive."

"If I'm following your logical train of thought," John said, "you will want me to petition the court to assign Eric's delinquent friends to the new shelter."

"Why, that's a wonderful idea, John," I said sweetly. "If the staff is ready, they could move in tomorrow after court., don't you think?

"I'd also like to cover the boy's funeral expenses." I said. "It makes me angry that the State will just throw him in a hole and cover him up to hide their mistakes."

John pulled out his cell phone, and started dialing. Within a half hour he had notified all the staff members except one of the counselors, and was assured that the shelter would be staffed sufficiently to accept the three boys when they were released. "Done, and done," he said. "The funeral home will take care of the nitty gritty, and Jeremy will be 'at rest' by tomorrow morning in viewing room 'B'.

"Now, what's this about an adoption?"

"I think Eric said it quite succinctly," I said. "What we need to discuss is a plan of action."

"Well, now that your record is no longer an issue, I don't see any reason why it can't be done," said John. "It might be a good idea to file the petition in another county, though. You are quite well known in this one, and there are pit bulls around who might try to derail your petition. Marie Perkins comes to mind." He had mentioned the assistant DA who had prosecuted my conviction. "She can't legally quote chapter and verse, but she can mention the pardon, and throw suspicion around."

"Where would you suggest," I asked. "I'm a legal resident here, and I really don't like the idea of moving." I laughed. "It's pretty hard to move a place this big."

"How about Lincoln County," he said, ignoring my attempt at humor. "It's not that far away, and all you would have to do is buy a vacation cottage - a beach front cabin on the coast, maybe. After the adoption is final, you can sell it, or rent it out. Consider it an investment."

"Sounds like a plan," I said. "If I rented it out during the summer, I could also make it available to friends and employees. I'm sure Tom and Carl would enjoy a week or two on the beach, although I don't know what we'd do around here without them."

"Well, we'll call that a 'yes'. You can get hold of your realtor in the morning, and let me know as soon as you've completed the purchase." He continued, "Meanwhile, I'll get the paperwork started. Anything else?"

"Yes," I said. "Eric needs his basic records, and I thought you might be able to talk to his father about them. He will need his school records, birth certificate, Social Security Card, and anything else you think he might need in the future."

John thought a moment. "I think it's a good idea to talk to his father anyway. We might be able to make a shortcut in the adoption process if we can get him on our side."

"Good luck," snorted Eric. "He threw me out of his house. He said I must be the milkman's kid because none of his family was queer."

"That's even better," said John. "I'll bet he has a favorite tavern where he drinks."

Eric nodded.

John said, "I wonder how he would like it if it became common knowledge there that his son is gay." He put on an evil smile. "This is all ammunition for our side. We might even get lucky, and get him to sign a 'Termination of Parental Rights' affidavit."

"He stole my bank account too," Eric said. "I had over a thousand dollars in it that my mother gave me before she died."

"Oh Eric," John said, "I'm going to love doing this for you. I don't suppose you know the account number."

"No. The passbook was in the family strongbox," he said. "Does that make a difference?"

"It would make it easier," said John, "but I'll see what my investigator can find. For now, just write down your father's name and address. Put down your mother's name too. I'll take it from there."

Eric took the proffered paper and pen, and wrote the names and his old address on it. John took it and put it in his attache case. "Anything else while I'm here?"

Eric and I looked at each other, and I said, "I guess that's all. You're welcome to stay for dinner if you want to."

"Thanks, but no," he said. "Billy will be waiting for me, and he'll be cooking tonight. I can't miss that - much as I'd like to." He laughed at his own joke, and we all stood up. He extended his hand to Eric, and said, "I'm very happy to have met such an extraordinary young man. I hope to see you again soon." He turned to me and said, "It's always a pleasure, Bob. I'll keep you posted on everything, and I'll call you tomorrow about those three in Juvie."

"I appreciate it, John. I'll be waiting for your call."

Eric and I saw him to the door, and said our farewells. He smiled and waved as he got into his Mercedes, and drove off down the hill.

Eric pushed his head up into my armpit, and put his arm around my waist. I led him back into the family room, and sat him next to me on the sofa in front of the fire, which he had rebuilt earlier. He grabbed me with both arms and sobbed, "He didn't deserve to die," he moaned. "Why did God make him die? He wasn't really bad."

My eyes were full of tears too, but not so much because of Jeremy's misfortune. My love for Eric made me hurt because he was hurting, and I had no answers for him. Platitudes would not assuage his grief, so I cradled him in my arms, and rocked him until he fell asleep from emotional exhaustion. I loved him the more because even in the flush of his new-found largess, he had not forgotten the realities plaguing those he had shared the hard times with.

I gently woke him after an hour, and said, "Supper time, Little One." He opened his eyes, and his eyes filled up again. I said quietly, "Maybe Jeremy died so that your other friends could live a better life. There are people in town who are really pissed off that a young boy died because there was no place for him on Christmas Eve."

I heard the phone ringing, but let the machine answer it. What I had in my arms was much more important than anything else. I said to Eric, "It's time for dinner."

He answered, "I'm not really hungry."

"OK," .I said, "but you'll have let me go turn off the oven or we'll be smoked out." He released me, and I went to the kitchen. I turned off the oven, and took the roast out to cool. Eric came in a few minutes later, and said, "I guess I should eat something. You went to all the trouble of fixing it."

"Don't worry about that," I said. "I'd throw it out and start over if it would make you happy again. I felt the way you do when my mother died. I was in prison, and they wouldn't even let me go to the funeral. They just told me she was dead, and sent me back to my cell."

The phone rang again, and I picked it up. "Llewellyn here." I said.

John's excited voice said, "I got him! I got the son of a bitch. He's going to be defrocked and sent to burn in the Sahara if I have my way."

"John?" I said. "What are you talking about?"

"I called the head honcho at the Angel of Mercy Synod, and read him his beads, from 'a' for asshole to 'z' for zero - including, but not limited to 'f' for faggot and 'q' for queer. I told him his fucking pastor here was responsible for Jeremy's death. I told him the donation you made last year would not be renewed, and that I was going to try to bring charges that would take away their tax exempt status."

John," I said, "are you drunk?

"You bet your bippy. And I'm mad too."

"Is Billy there?

"Yep, and he's mad too," he said.

I had never known John to be this upset over anything before. "Let me talk to Billy," I said.

Billy came on the line, and said meekly, "hello?"

"This is Bob Llewellyn, Billy. I want you to find your dad's keys, and hide them. He's apt to go looking for that pastor, and do him real harm. That will only get John in trouble, and won't do anything for Jeremy or anyone else."

"OK, Mr Llewellyn. I'll do it. I've never seem him so spaced out. He really scares me."

"There's no need for you to be scared, Billy. John couldn't hurt you, but he might kill the son of a bitch who turned Jeremy out into that storm."

"Thanks for telling me what to do."

"Just hold him tight," I said. "He needs your love now more than ever. I'm always here if you need me. Just call."

"I will. Thanks again." He hung up.

I put the dinner on the island, and Eric picked at it, but did get some of it down. I ate sparingly too, and there was a lot left over. I put everything away, and carried Eric upstairs. I put him to bed, and laid next to him until he fell asleep. He slept fitfully, so I stayed with him all through the night. He woke as dawn broke gray and cloudy. "Dad?" he said. He looked at me mournfully and asked, "Why, Dad?"

I looked at him sadly, and said, "I don't know, Son. Some things have no explanation. I wish I could give you a reason, but I can't."

He snuggled himself into my arms, and asked, "Do you suppose he suffered?"

"I don't know that either," I said, "but I've heard that it's an easy way to go. I read that you get warm and go to sleep before you actually die of the cold, but I don't know. I guess nobody knows."

"I hope he's happier now," he said. "He always said that all he wanted was to be safe and warm ."

"I'm sure he has his wish. He's probably looking down on us, and wondering why we're so sad when he's so happy."

"I hope so," he said, and closed his eyes again.

New Experiences

Enrico was now alone in the room he had shared with Samuele. Therefore for some months he had no more sex. Samuele was happy with his new life as a married man and told Enrico that he had enjoyed having sex with him, but that he clearly preferred a woman.

Possibly, also to compensate a little for his separation from Samuele, Enrico started to mix with his study mates more than before. One of them invited him to attend a group of "historical studies". Enrico found it interesting. Soon he noticed that in that group were circulating new
ideas. Especially a young doctor, whose name was Carlo Poma, fascinated him. Not only and not so much physically, but for his personality and character. Carlo Poma was clearly oriented towards women, therefore Enrico, after a first moment of expectation, set aside his hope. But the
fascination of the young physician's personality was so strong that he tried, all the same, to become at least his friend.

Carlo defined himself as a patriot. But to him the concept of fatherland was deeply different than, for instance, that of Enrico's father and of the majority of people. To Carlo the fatherland, the "land of the fathers", was not Venetian land, and even less the Austro-Hungarian Empire. To Carlo the Fatherland (with a capital "F") was Europe. A single culture, the Greek-roman one, a common racial stock, an unic religion, the christianism, united Europe in a sole entity whose peoples were so mixed up to constitute, at his eyes, an homogeneous and indistinguishable whole, especially if compared with cultures such as the Arab-Asiatic or the Russian-Slavic.

But in this whole, artfully divided in nations, according to Carlo, one nation didn't still have the dignity of existing as a homogeneous entity - the Italian nation.

"From the Alps to the Jonian Sea, we speak one only language, Italian, we have one only religion, Catholicism, one only cultural tradition. Dante is not only a Florentine, a Tuscan, he is the poet of us all, and he is Italian. The same for Michelangelo, Cellini, Leonardo, Raffaello, Pier Capponi, Masaniello... they all are Italian, and yet it doesn't still exist as a recognized entity having the same dignity of the other states, that we can call Italy! Italy has been divided, enslaved, humiliated..."

Enrico listened carefully to these speeches - in the group were circulating in great secrecy the writings of one Giuseppe Mazzini, who championed the republican ideal; they talked about the writings of one Gioberti, who wished an united Italy under the rule of the Pope; they whispered about one Giuseppe Garibaldi, who was recruiting volunteers ready to give their life for an united Italy...

These were dangerous, subversive speeches, and yet very fascinating and Enrico felt more and more involved in them, as he felt they were right and sound.

Enrico was twenty one years old when he met his third man, a theatrical actor.

This was a twenty nine year old youth, his name was Otello Atzeni. With his troupe they were playing ShakespeareÕs tragedies and Otello was splendid in Hamlet's role. Enrico went to see it with his university mates. After the play one of them, who was really rich and full of money, invited the entire troupe to dinner. Enrico found himself sitting near Otello Atzeni.

The actor was a likeable and handsome companion, so that Enrico felt attracted to him. Otello was sitting between Enrico and another university student, but this last was engaged in a conversation with the actress sitting at his right, so that Enrico and Otello talked all the
time together.

When Enrico told him he would have liked to see the other tragedies played by the troupe, Otello said, "I will send you a carnet of complimentary tickets, so that you can come and see us any time you like."

"That's very kind of you, and I am really grateful. What can I do to repay your courtesy?"

"Two things - advertise our plays and, when you come to see us, after the performance come to greet me in my dressing room..."

"More than willingly." Enrico said gladly.

The following day he received at home the carnet with a card jot down by Otello, saying, "I hope to see you soon at the theater. Your company yesterday night during the dinner has been extremely pleasing. See you soon, Atzeni O."

Thus, once a week, Enrico started to go to theatre and after the performance he gave his name to go to Otello's dressing room.

The actor, though always surrounded by his admirers, found the way to talk with him, and one evening told him, "My friend, you see how I am besieged!"

"Aren't you pleased? It is the evidence of your fame."

"Yes, certainly it is... but I would like having more time to spend with you. Why don't you wait for me? I'll change my clothes, and then we can go to have a drink together..."

"With real pleasure. Where can I wait for you?"

"In front of the theatre there is a cafe open till late. Wait for me inside there. I will try not to be late."

In the eyes of the young man Enrico noticed a special light and asked himself if by chance also the actor was a lover of his own sex. And he wished so - he liked the actor very much. He went to wait for him at the cafe and ordered a hot chocolate.

Otello came and sat, smiling, at his table, "Here I am at last, all for you! I hope you don't have to go back too soon..."

"I have the key, I don't have a fixed time to go back home."

"Very good, but here they will close in a short while. Why don't you drop in to my place? I have a room at Damiani's Hotel, a small room but all for myself. And so I can show you the newspapers cuttings talking about me..."

"Willingly, if this doesn't bother you."

"On the contrary! Are you coming, then?"

They went to the hotel and up to Otello's room. There reigned an agreeable disorder, the one you can expect to find in an artist's room. Otello tried to tidy up summarily and freed two chairs and a part of the small desk.

"Have a seat, please. Here is the album of the cuttings talking about me..." he said and, opening in front of him the album, instead of sitting on the other chair, he stood at the back of Enrico, to point out the various articles and to comment on them. Enrico could feel his proximity and became aroused.

While Otello, leaning above him, was explaining, Enrico raised a little his head and their faces brushed slightly. Their eyes met.

"Do you know that you have wonderful eyes?" Otello said to him and passed his hand through EnricoÕs hair.

Enrico raised some more his head and whispered, "And you... you have sensual and sweet lips..."

"Do you think?" Otello asked in a breath and his lips went down to meet Enrico's lips.

They kissed. Enrico stood up turning; they embraced, hugged kissing again, and felt that the other too was aroused.

"Oh, Enrico! Come..." Otello said driving him towards his bed. They undressed each other with feverish hands, climbed on the bed and enlaced to each other, full of desire. Otello knew where to touch him to stir up his pleasure, and Enrico was more and more aroused - he loved those long preliminaries.

"Enrico..." moaned the young man lying on his back and pulling Enrico upon him.

"Yes?"

Otello spread his legs raising them at the sides of the other, "Take me, and push it all inside me, please!"

Enrico looked at him in surprise, but Otello had his eyes shut and was pulling him to himself. So Enrico directed with the hand his member, pushed, started to sink in him, smooth like a hand entering in its glove, and felt strong warmth enveloping him.

He emitted a low moan, "Ooooh, Otello... I like it!"

"Yes, push, harder!"

"Yes, oh yes!" Enrico cried out, feeling prey of an intense pleasure and, when he was fully immersed, he placed his knees and elbows on the mattress and started to heatedly piston inside the young man.

"Yes so, yes so..." Otello spurred him tossing under him.

When finally Enrico lay motionless on him, panting, emptied, Otello caressed him for a long while.

"Now it's you turn to take me." Enrico said thinking that his companion could desire to take him.

"No, I only like being fucked. You are a real young bull, Enrico. I'm glad I offered myself to you."

"And I to have taken you! Did you know that it is my first time?"

"To make love or to have sex with a man?"

"Neither of them, it's the first time I am on top."

"I would say you liked it, luckily. Will you come again to visit me?"

"For sure, and with a real pleasure." Enrico answered and Otello kissed him.

They became lovers. The met two or three times per week. No more in the late evening but in day time, when Enrico ended his lessons. They dated one time for the other. Enrico loved the merry welcome of the other - they talked about theater, about this and that, they made love, they talked again.

Enrico grew fond of Otello, or rather, little by little he fell in love. Thus, a day, he told him so.

"It's now seven months we have known each other... and I, Otello, have become aware I am in love with you..."

"Thank you." the actor answered with a short smile.

"But... do you love me?" Enrico asked, slightly strained.

"Yes, yes, I love you. I adore this beautiful member of yours that you push inside me with such vigor. You make me feel I am all yours, when you take me."

Enrico was happy.

Otello seemed... hungry for him. When he went upstairs in his room, he embraced him impetuously and said to him, with urgency, "At last here you are! Come, let me feel your good pole, take me, make me yours!" and undressed him, filled with irrepressible lust, took him to the bed, made Enrico lie down on him and offered himself spurring him, "Your are a real male, Enrico... Oooh, yes... harder, stronger.... Oh, Enrico, what a bull you are! Fuck me, make me die!"

"Did you miss me, Otello?"

"Yes... your good pole, Enrico... Harder!"

"Did you think of me, in these days?"

"Yes, and each time I throbbed with excitement waiting to meet you, to give myself to you! Oh, yes, Enrico, soooo... make me feel all of it!" the man moaned tossing under him.

Enrico felt on fire, he put his heart into it, got into him with enthusiasm, and when finally he abandoned himself on top of him, exhausted, sated, Otello hugged him almost violently and whispered, "You like banging me, don't you?"

"I love you, Otello." the youth answered, panting. But then, much to his regret, he had to leave.

The actor cleaned him, then himself and gave him the date for the following meeting, "I'm sorry you have to leave... I would be ready to start again, even now."

"But unhappily you have to rehearse your play and I have to go to study..." said Enrico, glad for the inexhaustible desire that the actor showed him.

Inexhaustible desire, for real.

Several months later, one morning Enrico went to the university just to be informed that, for a sudden illness of his anatomy teacher, the lesson was not held. His friends invited him to a political meeting, but Enrico on the contrary thought he could do a surprise to his Otello and be for a longer time with him, therefore he excused himself and went, in a fast pace, to his man's hotel. He went up to his room and knocked at the door. He had to knock several times, but finally Otello came, wrapped in his gown of damask, his eyes drowsy.

"Otello! Did I wake you up?"

"Yes, but... why are you here?"

"There is no lesson, this morning, so I thought..." the young man said entering the room of his man.

"But it is not your turn, this morning..." the man said hesitantly,looking the watch he had on the table.

"My turn? What do you mean?" Enrico asked slightly puzzled. Then, noticing he was looking at his watch, he asked, "Are you waiting for somebody?"

"Our wardrobe designer... for some fitting..."

"Will that take you a long time? When does he come?"

"In fifteen minutes..."

"Well... I can wait in the other room; I have all the morning free."

"No... The fitting will take me much time, I'm afraid. I'm sorry, but I was waiting for you tomorrow afternoon..."

"What did you mean, before, when you said it was not my turn?"

"Nothing... I'm just a little drowsy, I talked haphazardly."

The wardrobe designer, Enrico thought. A twenty eight years old man; he caught a glimpse of him several times... He was going for the fittings there, in his room... Weird! Why not in the dressing room in the theater? Enrico felt a pang of jealousy - a handsome young man, there...

"But you... what fittings are you talking about? And why here, in your room?" Enrico hesitantly asked.
"I was waiting for you tomorrow..." the man repeated, ill at ease.

"You and that young man, then..." Enrico said looking him in his eyes, anxiously.

"Enrico, try to understand..."

"Understand? What do I have to understand, that you make him bang you too? And who else? How many more?"

"But what? Do you believe that it could be enough for me doing it with you just two or three times each week? I like you very much, yes, but... of course I have others, as long as my body is young and desirable... Beauty and youth elapse even too fast, don't you know? I have to profit, as long as I'm still pleasing. How many more? The most I have the best it is, Enrico. The wardrobe designer, one of the waiters of this hotel, the son of my impresario... and at evening, after our performance, some of my admirers, not less than two each day, Enrico."

"And you said you loved me!" the young man accused him, bitterly.

"And I love you, but you are not always here for me."

"But what does it mean to you, then, to love?"

"I like how you mount me, how you bang me! You are a young bull."

"Yes, and you... you are a cow in heat!" retorted with rage and scorn Enrico, feeling on the brim of tears.

Otello smiled, "Yes, why not, a cow in heat surrounded by bulls in heat. Nunzio, the waiter, is married, he has two sons. He says he likes best banging me than his wife. I like being banged and you know how to bang, you are skilled. But it's not only you who exist. You have a very good
cock and you use it in the right way, but yours is not the only one, luckily."

"And you said you loved me..." Enrico repeated feeling emptied.

"Come on, Enrico! You really couldn't believe you only existed, could you? I like you, I really like you a lot or else I would not have continued having sex with you for almost two years..."

"You rather like my member!"

"Yes, sure, I like it. I like sucking it, I like the feeling of it sinking inside me, and how it hammers into me. What more? Didn't I always give you pleasure?"

"You told me you were mine!"

"And I am yours... while you bang me. I'm yours!"

"You are ready to be banged by the first passerby who wants to amuse himself inside you!"

"Why, didn't you amuse yourself inside me?"

"But I loved you. I was in love with you..." Enrico sadly said, shaking his head.

In that moment someone knocked at the door.

"I must be going, then!" the youth said.

"Will I see you tomorrow afternoon?"

"I don't think so."

They knocked again.

"Go and open the door." Enrico said.

The wardrobe designer entered.

When he saw Enrico, he stopped, disconcerted, but then opened in a wide smile, "You didn't tell me it was a threesome, today, Otello! Mmmhh, no bad at all, the boy, I should say! He too takes it up his ass?"

"No... He is going away..." the actor said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes, I take it also up my ass, but not by you. You should content yourself to mount him, I regret." Enrico dryly answered.

The wardrobe designer took his arm looking at him with a smile and with his other hand groped Enrico's crotch, "You seem well endowed. I like both ways, why don't you mount me while I mount Otello? It would be amusing." he proposed with a lusty look.

Enrico wriggled away, "No, look for somebody else for your threesomes." he said and went out of the room, going hurriedly home.

On the way back, he met Samuele.

"Enrico! What a pleasure meeting you! It is almost ten days we don't see each other. But... what face you have! What happened?"

"Oh, Samuele... Nothing, it is nothing."

"Come on! You have such a look... as if you were about crying."

"That's so..."

"Some problems? Besides being cousins, we are friends, aren't we? If you would tell me..."

"Do you have time? Take me somewhere... where we can talk in tranquility..."

Samuele took him in a cafe and asked for a reserved room. Here Enrico told him the burning delusion he received from Otello.

Samuele listened to him then said, "My poor Enrico. I can understand you. But what could you expect from an actor? With theatre people one goes just to amuse himself, one should never fall in love."

"It seems that I always fall in love with the wrong people..."

"You are still young, come on! And then, for people loving his own gender, everything is more difficult. But you are a dear boy, and sooner or later you will find somebody able to give you true love. I too loved you, in a way. It's not worth feeling so bad, for that actor."

"I fooled myself..."

"That's right."

"Because... I need love."

"And who doesn't need it, my friend?"

"You, at least, found it."

"Do you believe so? No. I found a woman, a good wife, a worthy mother for my children the day we will have some, a nice companion. But love... There was more love between you and me, believe me. Between me and my wife there is affection, and this is better than nothing. She doesn't cheat on me, I don't cheat on her. But love... I believe that one human being in a hundred has the privilege to know real love and to keep it for all his life. And possibly even less than one in a hundred..."

"Therefore, how can I expect to be that one in a hundred?" Enrico commented with a bitter accent.

"And finding the other one in a hundred, this is the problem. For a true, deep love, you have to be in two and so the probabilities became one in ten thousand..."

"Samuele the mathematician..." Enrico smiled.

"Oh, good, at least mathematics had the power to make you smile! Come on, Enrico try not to be too much upset. Life goes on, doesn't it? Just think that the actor... didn't deserve you. And this is true."

"Thank you Samuele, it made me feel good talking with you. The biggest problem for us who love our same sex possibly is to have somebody with whom we can talk about what we feel, face, and experience. Talking is a healing thing..."

"You know that you always can talk with me, don't you?"

"Yes, and I am grateful. And I am also grateful because you don't repudiate what was between us for some years."

"Repudiate it? How could I? I too wanted it, I too enjoyed it? It would be not honest nor towards you and neither towards myself. Come on, Enrico, never lose your beautiful smile. Learn from this event not to fool yourself, but continue in your search for love with faith..."

"Also if I have a possibility of one in ten thousand?"

"Also, sure!"

That dialog made Enrico feel good, and even more than the words, the affection that Samuele showed him.

He immersed himself in his studies and in attending the political group and his friendship with Carlo Poma grew stronger.

Uncle Phil's Ranch

by: Derrick

Hi, my name is Derrick. I am eighteen and beginning my freshman year at a Texas university, the same one my father attended. I want to tell you the story of this past summer where I had my "awakening" and learned about love.

My life really took a turn the summer after my fourteenth birthday. My parents decided to take a three- week European vacation and planned on dragging me along to see all the museums and cathedrals. That definitely was not my idea of a fun summer. I thought I was old enough to stay on my own for that short of a time.

They thought differently. We finally agreed that I could spend the time with dad's much older brother, Uncle Phil, at his ranch in Texas. It was my opinion that "cow country" was only a little better than Europe. I finally agreed when it became clear I wasn't going to get to stay by myself.

I hated my first week in the raw country. I mean, like I came from a very small city in Indiana, but Uncle Phil's ranch was in the middle of fucking nowhere. No one my age around for miles.

Things soon changed as I realized my Uncle was a lot more fun than my "strictly business" dad. He taught me how to fish, hunt rabbits at night from the truck and best of all he taught me how to drive the truck, letting me take it all over the ranch. He even gave me one of his horses and bought me a saddle that would always be mine. At the end of my short three weeks, I didn't want to go home and my Uncle helped me talk my parents into letting me remain the whole summer. I had a blast.

When I did arrive home in time for school, my parents thought I had matured. My friends were impressed with my Texas tan, my boots and Stetson. In fact I had put on a few pounds while down there. Uncle Phil and Aunt Martha had retired early from the banking and oil business and
didn't do much of any work anymore. They had built quarters behind the garage and hired an old Mexican couple as cook and handy man. Boy could Maria cook. I had never even heard of BBQ goat before, but I loved it. I loved everything she cooked and it made her happy to see me devouring everything I could get my hands on.The next summer my parents let me return to the ranch. And the next, and the next.

I began to grow into a very handsome young man, but I had never given any thought to my sexuality.

When I first hit puberty, I had played around with a fewof my friends but nothing more than jacking each other off. Gradually, we all started to take interest in girls. Maybe, I should say the girls were taking an interest in me. My body had developed quite a few muscles from all my summers of hard work at the ranch. I had my chores just like I was his son and had started to
like working with the hired hands hauling hay and mending fences. Even had to help with some of the animal birthing including sticking my arm up a mare to check the colt. Gross!

I never dated any girl for really a long period of time because others were always chasing me. Another reason was, I didn't seem to be crazy about making it with girls as most of my friends were. I mean, it was okay to fuck, it felt good and all that, but I was just not as consumed about it as they were.

In fact, I spent more time thinking about my summers at the ranch than I did about chicks. Eating pussy was really gross to me although I did like for them to give me head. This one particular girl really enjoyed sucking my cock more than fucking. She always creamed in her
panties at the same time my cum flooded her mouth. She usually wanted to kiss right afterwards but I couldn't - It was just too gross with the remains of my cum in her mouth. But she did teach me another trick.

When it would take me a long time to shoot off, she would slowly insert her finger in my asshole. The first time it hurt like hell but it made me blow my nuts immediately. It got to where I needed her finger in there to get off. It wasn't long before I was ramming my own finger up my ass when I jacked-off.

I never considered putting anything else up there though. Strangely, I never thought about girls or boys when I beat my meat - just how good it felt for my hand to be jacking it.

By the time of graduation, I guess I was one of the best looking guys in school. I knew I was but I tried to keep things in perspective and not let it go to my head. I'm six foot tall, 175 pounds (all solid muscle), with black hair and bright green eyes (some people accuse me of
wearing high color contacts).

For graduation, my parents had given me a new Jeep. It took a lot of persuasion on my part since they didn't think it was safe. They finally gave in when I pointed out that people in Texas drive trucks more than cars. Besides, the Jeep would be great for back roading around
the ranch.

I cram-packed all my belongings into it and headed for Texas for another summer at the ranch before I started college about a 100 miles away from Uncle Phil's. I looked like a red Gypsy wagon going down the road.

When I arrived at Uncle's, I was disappointed to learn that Maria's husband had taken very sick and they had returned to Mexico. They had hired another Mexican family to replace them but they came with a son the same age as I.

Uncle Phil explained they had not finished adding a room to the quarters for the boy, so if I wouldn't mind, we would have to share the same room in the house for a couple of weeks. I didn't mind since the room was furnished with bunk beds. The only problem would be me finding the privacy for jacking-off.

When I first met the son, Alex, I was a little surprised. He looked more like 14 instead of 18. Maybe 5'4,"125#'s with really black hair and big dark brown eyes. His heavy eyebrows almost met in the middle. His nose was small and upturned. His face reminded me of some angelic altar boy. There was a sadness in his eyes even though he readily smiled. He could speak enough English to get by but sometimes you had to rephrase things or repeat them several times for him to understand.

We got along okay but he was extremely shy and introverted.. It was more like having a younger brother than a friend my own age. I really didn't mind too much, because as an only child, I had always wanted a younger brother to look after.

We didn't have very much in common but at least he was someone my age to hang with. He was so shy he wouldn't even strip to his briefs for bed until the lights were out. When they were, it was zip and he was up the ladder and under the covers before my eyes could adjust.

I realized my body probably made him a little self-conscience about his smaller statue. I had caught him on more than one occasion, sneaking looks at my crotch when I would be in my snug BVD's. I tried to reassure him that I really did like him by putting my arm around his shoulders whenever the opportunity presented itself. That seemed to relax him some but he was still too shy to undress in front of me. It became my goal to make him feel comfortable enough to do it.

The third week I was there, I suggested that we should go fishing and camping for the weekend at the lake that was about a mile and half away thru the woods. Uncle Phil and his parents agreed. His mom made sure we had plenty of food packed in case we didn't catch any fish.

We loaded down the Jeep with camping gear and headed out. The lake was small and private as it was totally on my uncle's land. I had this favorite spot with a great clearing near the shore. I had skinny dipped there many times.

Alex was suitably impressed with the site. In an hour we had the tent and our campsite set up. A little later we settled in for some serious fishing from the shore. After about an hour of no fish, we became bored. I suggested we go for a swim and he agreed.

I stood up, dropped my shorts and briefs. He had already jumped in the lake still wearing his cut-offs. We swam, splashed, played and dunked each other, just as boys are supposed to do. When we were finally decided to get out, my dick was pretty shriveled and my balls were pulled
tight.

"Okay, Alex, time to get out those wet shorts.... we can hang them over there to dry."

"No, I'm okay," he replied.

He still wasn't going to do it.

I lunged at him and had him in my powerful grip before he knew what was happening. My free hand was hastily removing his cut-offs as he pleaded, "No, pleeeaze, don't." I wouldn't take no for an answer and proceeded to pull them to the ground.

With my foot I managed to remove them completely from his ankles. I let him go, he stood there in front of me in briefs that were at least a size too big (they had trouble staying on his hips) with both hands covering his crotch. I thought, what the hell, I can't stop now. He read my mind and tried to run. He didn't make it 10 feet. Off came the shorts. He was screaming "No, No, No," as I pulled his hands away from his crotch.

When I looked down at his groin, I was shocked. His dick was extremely small... so small that it was almost hidden by his thick pubes. I didn't see any balls either. Heck, Alex was smaller than I was when I was 14. I looked into his eyes and saw the tears starting to form. I felt really bad that I had embarrassed him so. If I had known then what I learned later, I would never have done such a thing.

Alex had a triple cross to bear. First, he had been circumcised when he was 6 for medical reasons, which made him very different from other Mexican boys. Second, as he got older he was shorter and skinnier than other boys his age. Third, his cock and balls were really small. He was considered a freak by some boys and had been teased by others that he would never satisfy a
woman with his "boy dick." He was still a virgin.

I felt so bad for what I had done that I reached out and hugged his nakedness to mine. He responded by throwing his arms around me tightly. I wanted to hold and protect him from further harm. We stood in our embrace for long moments. He shifted slightly and I felt his cock
starting to grow hard against my leg. I felt my groin start to stir.

I was surprised by my growing erection as well as his. I couldn't let go of him no matter what happened. I picked him up and moved to where our blankets had been spread on the ground. I forced him down until we were laying side by side in our embrace.

Slowly, he slid his hand down my back and around to the front. He pulled his head back, gazing directly into my eyes as his small hand slipped between out hot bodies. His fingers found their goal and wrapped around my hard meat. I couldn't hurt him more by moving his hand or not
touching him, so I quickly reached and took his extremely hard four-incher in my hand. His eyes closed as he started to suck his lower lip. We both gently started to massage each other's manhood. It felt wonderful.

Slowly, Alex started to slide down my body causing my hand to lose contact with his dick. He curled up beside me with his head laying on my stomach. He was still slow stoking my cock and slowly lowered it to his face. Gracefully he moved his face forward and without hesitation sucked the head into his eager mouth. He sucked lightly. Shifting slightly, he moved further down
taking as much of my throbbing cock as he could, deeper until it hit the back of his mouth. He was so lightly sucking, I had never felt anything like it before.

There was something different in his manner. Worship and love is the only way to describe what his hot sucking mouth was doing to me. I placed my hand on his shoulder and whispered for him to stop as I was about to cum. He nodded slightly as he increased the wet suction. I could
wait no longer and forcibly erupted massive shots of cum into him as he gagged and gagged. His body was trying to throw up but he wouldn't come off my dick. Some of my cum that he was trying to swallow was ejected through this nose as he convulsed. I felt his hot cum drops spraying my legs as he wildly jerked himself.

I lay, with Alex still clinging to my side, in magnificent ecstasy, realizing that I had never felt so
complete in my life. I wanted to return the feeling and rolled him to his back. Without ceremony, I went straight for his softening cock, sucking it totally into my mouth in one motion. I heard his gasp as I greedily worked his dick with my mouth.

I had no experience sucking cock but found his four inches easy to take completely in my hot mouth. I just held it there and sucked like I was trying to get a thick milkshake thru a straw. I wanted him to feel as good as I did. He started to buck and push against my face. My nose was buried deep in his pubes as I had no problem keeping his whole length in me. I wanted his cum.

I could taste the remnants of his spent load and wanted more. Surprisingly, I got my wish very quickly and he humped another volume of his sperm. Most of it went straight into my throat but I managed to back off and captured the last squirts on my tongue. As I let him slip from my mouth, I moved up and hugged his heaving body to mine.

After we had rested for some time, we took another swim to clean our bodies. This time he made no attempt to cover his nakedness. His eyes had gained a sparkle and he smiled continuously. We then devoured some the food his mom had made.

Alex just sat there looking at me with those big brown eyes. I could feel the love and admiration that radiated from him. I thought to myself, if this continues when we get back, someone is going to suspect something.

We spent the afternoon fishing, catching nothing big enough to keep, and exploring the surrounding area. That evening, even though it was still quite warm, we built a nice fire. We sat naked, like we had been all day, roasting wieners and toasting marshmallows. I had brought along a portable radio and was playing some of the country music I had become to like so much.

Some of my friends back in Indiana thought I had become a real nerd about the music. Alex seemed to like it a lot. He had moved closer to me to enjoy the moment to the fullest. As the fire started to die-down, we had laid-back to enjoy the stars on this clear June night. My arm was under Alex's neck as he rested his head against my shoulder. Amazingly enough, neither of us had an erection. We just lay there enjoying the beauty of the world around us.

As we enjoyed the beauty of nature, Alex divulged all his darkest secrets about his size, genitals and all the teasing he had been subjected to. I asked him if he was gay. He shrugged he didn't know but would really like to be like me in every way. Then no one would ever tease him and his dick would be big enough for fucking. I tried to assure him he was big enough for that, but he wasn't buying it. He asked me if I liked guys. I tried to be honest, telling him I had never really considered it but that I had really liked what we had done earlier. He said he did also.

As the fire started to flicker its life away, the bugs of the night began to become bothersome. We decided to retire to the tent for protection.

When we setup camp earlier, we had put our bedrolls on opposite sides with a path between. Alex surveyed the situation and looked at me with pleading eyes, not saying a word. He didn't need to, I understood. I moved my roll closer to the center. He smiled as he quickly moved his next to mine.

Since it was still warm, we lay on top of our rolls. The stars were bright enough to give a faint glow through the tent. I was sure Alex's cock had started to harden but couldn't be sure because of his really big bush. Now, I was a little envious of him, he must have three times the crotch hair as myself, although he was hairless elsewhere except under his arms where he matched me hair for hair. My cock was definitely rock- hard as I thought of having sex with him.

Alex rolled to his side and placed his hand on my chest. I didn't object as my heart started to beat faster. I am sure he felt it pounding and moved his face to one of my nipples. He was using his tongue and mouth to lick and suck at the same time. He slid his body atop me with such ease and grace. The heat of his body was blending into my being. I took his head in my hands, urging him upward. For the first time in my life, I really wanted to kiss someone long and hard. I had kissed a lot of girls but never had the passion been this great.

He moved quickly, smashing his lips against mine with force. He began to suck my tongue with abandon as it entered his hot wet cavity. I retreated and sucked his into mine. Our salvia mixed into a wonderful nectar. We kissed long and hard for what seemed like forever. His hot meat pressed against my hard stomach as my throbbing tool glided between his thighs.

I knew if we didn't stop that I was going to cum and I wanted it to last much longer. I rolled us to our sides and broke the passionate kissing, but giving him a few more pecks on the lips to let him know everything was still alright. My hand began to explore his trim torso as his did mine. We ended at each other's cock with loving squeezes.

It felt that his was a little larger than earlier. He must be as turned on as I am. Alex shifted into a 69 and began his slow sucking, pulling as much of my meat into his mouth as he could and still suck. His hard member was poking at my lips. As I readily accepted him fully into mouth, a no-brainer hit me - I knew how to make this guy's day the most pleasurable he had ever known.
His hard little cock wasn't that much bigger than my finger and I knew where I wanted him to put it.

I broke our 69 and went for the suntan oil in my bag. I filled my hand and reached for my cock. Alex pleaded,
"No, Pleeeaze, No, you too big for me butt."

He was looking at my eyes, pleading with his, and didn't notice my hand slipping down to lube my asshole. I put more oil in my hand and started to lube his hard throbbing little cock. He was shocked, not sure what was going to happen next. I swiveled around, putting my legs on each side of him and helped him to his knees. I pulled my legs up and raised my hole to his cock.

"Fuck me in the ass, Alex - I want to be your first," I commanded. He hesitated from surprise.

I pushed against him harder, "Fuck me, I want your beautiful cock all the way in me while I jack-off. I want you to fuck your hot cum deep inside me. We can be one."

That did it, he fully rammed his tool in my tight ass in one sure swift stoke. I felt his pubes grind into my ass cheeks. God, it felt so good, nothing like a finger. Instincts took over and he started to roughly fuck in and out. He was pounding my ass with all his strength.

Every time he rammed me, it was like an electric shock when he poked my prostate. I knew he wasn't going to last long and began to frantically jack my engorged rod. I wanted to blow my wad close to his. It didn't take me long, I didn't hold back and blasted my heavy load.

His every thrust forced even more out my piss hole. My ass muscles tightened as I came causing him to ram me wildly. He made a final thrust and held as he emptied his nuts inside me. I could actually feel his love squirts. My own load had covered my chest and face - some even went over my head. I had never climaxed so hard in all my life.

With lingering further to savor the moment, Alex withdrew with a pop and collapsed on top me.

Finding my cum, he started to greedily lick. He licked all over me, searching for more to take.

When he could find no more, he moved his face close to mine. He stopped, waiting for approval. I didn't disappoint him. I placed my hands behind his head and pulled until our lips met. This time I wanted to taste my cum in his hot mouth. This was not gross - it was Right.

We finally broke our lingering kiss, rolled to our sides and fell asleep holding our love in our arms.

Later in the night, I was awakened by his soft mouth on my again hard cock. It felt wonderful, as I reached down to urge him to take more. To my surprise, my hand found his dick instead of the back of his head. Instantly, I knew the head of cock was in his ass.

"Easy pleeeaze, you so big" he whispered.

"Are you sure you want this?" I questioned, not wanting to hurt him.

"Yes, I want you all in me like I in you."

I reached down to feel his ass cheeks and found he had oiled both of us quite well for the assault.

I grasped his hip and started to move in deeper. He gasped and I stopped.

"Deeper, all it," he muttered thru clinched teeth.

I went back to making short gentle jabs, slowly sinking into him inch by inch. I couldn't believe how the inside of his ass was so hot and velvety. This was way better than any pussy I'd had. Soon, I felt his ass cheeks against my groin. "That's all of it," I whispered.

"Fuck me good, I yours" he breathed. I began to slow short stoke his hot tight chute, gradually until I was fully shafting him. He began to push back to meet my thrusts.

"Hard," he cried out in passion. I started to fuck him with hard ramming stokes. In less than a minute, I grabbed his hips and slammed my full length deep inside him - straining to get deeper and erupted my load into his bowels.

He moaned loudly as he pushed back trying to get me deeper.

I reached around him to jack him while my hard cock was still in his ass, but found a sticky mess as he had already blown his load. I started to withdraw but he gabbed me and begged me to wait. As my cock softened, he slowly slid off. He turned to face me and wrapped his arm over me.

"Derikk'," he said.

"Yes," I replied.

"I love you, I really love you."

"I love you too, Alex," I whispered back without hesitation. I knew it was true and I didn't care if I was queer for it. What had happened between us this day wasn't just sex, it was our expressions of total love.

You can imagine what the remainder of the summer was like. I am glad college is so close to Uncle Phil's. I plan on going back every weekend to be with the most wonderful person in the world, Alex, My Lover. I can't imagine getting off without his beautiful cock either up my ass or in my mouth. He feels the same.