Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 22:26:02 -0700 From: Tyler Waggoner Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 1 DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains homosexual themes of an erotic nature between adult men and teen aged boys, if this offends you or is illegal for you to read, possess in electronic or printed form, please stop reading now. The views and opinions expressed by the characters are not necessarily those of the author. It is illegal for this document to be copied in any manner (paper/electronic), except for the enjoyment of the individual reader, or hosted on other websites, published, or be altered, changed, or utilized, without the expressed written consent of the author. The characters in this work are the sole intellectual property of the author. Unprotected sexual acts are depicted — if you choose to have unprotected sex, be aware of all the possible risks for both you and your partner, and be disease free and HIV negative. COPYRIGHT 2014; All rights reserved. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story. I wrote the first two chapters, so I'll begin my posting. I will be developing the story line, writing upcoming chapters from different character perspectives, to give reader's insight. I'm definitely open to suggestions on the story line, activities of the characters, etc., so do not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com. Thanks, Tyler. ** NOTIFICATIONS LIST *** For those of you who want to be notified when my stories are released, just send an e-mail to TWag1983@hotmail.com. A Family Made — Chapter 1 July 2009 "Pleeeaaasssseee? ... Dad it will only be for a few days". "Nik, it won't be any problem. Really", Marc glanced over at me with an understanding look in his eyes. I looked over at my son, Lucas. At 14 years old, as of last Friday, he stands out. His hair is a deep mahogany, soft, shiny, with gentle curls that frame his ears, which are pinned — gently tapering outward toward small delicate lobes. His face is perfectly proportioned ... chiseled yet boyish ... his eyebrows full, straightly marching across his upper orbit, tapering into model-like fine hairs as they reach for his temples, framing his eyes — large deep, crisp, Pacific Blue drops on the most brilliant almond-shaped white canvas — very long, densely thick eyelashes, that curve, ever so slightly, upward — drawing you in, as they weightily fall when he blinks. His nose is symmetrical, ever so impreceptably flaring, proportioning his features. His lips are full, soft, supple, arrantly positioned ... a deep lush pink — there the slightest hint of `peach fuzz' on his upper lip. His high cheek bones and the chiseled angulation of his jaws are accentuated by double dimples, which sink inward when he smiles — a brilliant white, full tooth, `melt you away' smile. His neck — defined, muscular, yet delicate, accentuated with his Adam's apple — which has become more prominent as his voice continues deepen. His chin has the slightest of clefts. His skin has the hint of bronze — soft and baby-like — that hugs his muscular swimmer's-lean frame (narrow cut waist and broad, defined shoulders) — the best parts of his mother's Brazilian features being fully expressed. At 5'9" and 130#, Lucas had literally shot up over the last year. His voice has deepened — scratchily sexy. His fingers are long and he has the most beautiful feet — defined Achilles Tendon that flares into a bulbous heel ... his heel tapers into his sole, which flare widely before his long defined toes — his 2nd toe is longer than his rounded big toe — perfectly identical pair. To my amazement, his feet were already a size 11 1/2. Lucas is an accomplished competitive swimmer; in fact, he has won metals in Junior Nationals and Junior World free style and butterfly, and this year was selected Junior Best overall and State Swimming Champion of the Year ... he also plays winger on the local hockey team. His ass has nicely round, muscled globes, with striking dimples as his tapered low back meets his ass cheeks His legs are muscular — strong defined thighs and calves. He is hairless like me, with the exception of his underarms — a cute clump of silky hair is visible when he lifts his arm. He has a very slight, wisping treasure trail beginning just below his nave, a taunt confluence of inny and outie, merging into a densely thick bush. His pouch is filling out nicely as well. In addition to his beauty, Lucas isn't just a bright kid, he is extremely gifted — he will be starting his Sophomore year at Lakeside School in August, having skipped a full grade, despite challenging honors courses. In addition to his excellence in sports and academics, he loves art, being quite good at painting (which he started when he was nine) and sculpting (which he first started barely a year ago). He is fluent in written and spoken Portuguese and speaks French, Spanish, and Italian; over the last three years picking up and now rather fluent in Bulgarian, (guess that is his best friend, Jesse's, influence), with smatterings of Czech. Recently he began to study Japanese, as one of the guys on his swim team is first generation American, from Osaka. "Marc, are you sure?", I questioned, "I'm hoping I'll be able to join you by Friday, but if there are any delays I could be later", I said. "Nik, don't worry. Lucas and I will have a great time. It'll be the start of a guy's week off", Marc said, winking in Lucas's direction. "and, you don't fly again for nearly two weeks". "Plus", he added, "the three of us can celebrate the 4th. Its remote and it has been a wet Spring. I bought fireworks", he said as Lucas looked at him and gave a `thumbs up'. "Honey, don't worry. Nikky needs the influence of a man, not his mother at this stage in his life! He will have a wonderful time with Marc", my wife, Rafaela, reassuringly said from across the kitchen, using her nickname for our son. The look from Lucas and Rafaela was priceless. Lucas had completed all of his studies, with swimming breaking for six weeks — he had been, essentially, `home-alone' as Jesse, his best friend, had gone to Europe for six weeks. He spent his days, reading, sculpting, listening to music, and swimming (over at Marc's house). "Alright, I give in ... I give in", I said looking putting up the palm's of my hands in surrender. I then, turned, looking right into Lucas's eyes, "Don't give Marc any trouble. Do exactly as he says at ALL times". Lucas quickly rolled back his eyes, then enveloped me in a huge, tight, hug. "Thanks Dad". "It will be so cool up in the woods with Uncle Marc!", Lucas turned and gave a high five to Marc. "Nik", Marc said, "I know your mind has been elsewhere ... you'll do fine!", pausing, "Don't", he put his hand on my shoulder, "stress out!". Marc was so understanding. What Marc knew was that my `check ride' was happening on the outbound to Hong Kong tomorrow. Every commercial pilot has supervised flights, demanded by the FAA and further complicated by the airline, to assess their overall competence on the flight deck (cockpit). Your every move, from pre-flight planning to equipment checks, through the flight, and post-flight closure, were all scrutinized with an Eagle's eye. The Chief Pilot, himself, was doing mine — a former naval `top-gun' and a helluva pilot. I found out this morning, when I checked in with the airline to confirm the trip. Marc is actually my best friend; we have known each other since we were ten years old. Military brats. Until we met, I don't think either of us had anybody (except our siblings), who remained in one place — I had a brother and he had a brother and a sister. We both had lived in more places than most people see in a life time. Fortunately, Marc's dad and my dad were Navy SEALS, each decorated — that led them to San Diego to teach at the SEALS training center on Coronado. Marc's mother came from a multi-generational wealth family (they met when Marc's father was on deployment) who (for as long as I've known Marc) lived in Europe. Marc and I actually met at a beach party on a San Diego beach; we found out we were enrolled in the same school. We even went to Annapolis together (the Naval Academy), eventually splitting for different career paths; Marc into aeronautical engineering — me, into flight school. Marc, as an aeronautical engineer, made a killing with some key designs that were bought by the US government. Marc was then hired by a multinational firm that gave him phenomenal stock options, as COO — he now consults from home (mainly to stay busy as he can certainly live off his portfolio — he also has a whopping inheritance from Julia, his wife, that put him in the stratosphere financially). Marc relocated the family to Seattle about eight years ago when he was working on a major project with Boeing. He married well; his wife, Julia, was the daughter of an engineer who made a large fortune in satellite technologies (to add to the family's wealth) — something to do with `key communication' circuits and a few more having to do with an encryption algorithm. Marc and Julia bought their home (in this very upscale neighborhood in Seattle of South Queen Anne) with cash; they also had a home in Kauai and one outside of Paris. Rafaela, my wife, and I bought our home (three houses down) with her family money. Me, on the other hand, live to fly. After I finished my stint with the US Navy, flying jets off a carrier, I was hired by an international airline (that is how I ended up in Seattle); I do aerobatic flying as a hobby, keep my skills honed. I made Captain on the 747-800 last year — thank God for aging pilots — I will now be based in SEA (the three letter code of SEA-TAC, Seattle's International Airport), until I decide to transfer. My vacation increased to three weeks per year, but, as I'm a `junior' Captain, I don't get them consecutively. Tomorrow, I fly out to Hong Kong to start a four day trip; when I return I have a week of vacation — with the upcoming 4th Holiday, it works out to be almost two weeks. Marc (Marc Jakob Velitchov), Bulgarian (with a smattering of Czechoslovakian) descent, is a 6'4", muscular mass, at 235#. His face is chiseled with a prominent angular jawline, thick blond hair, blue eyes, with thick eyebrows. His hands are massive, with large fingers that accentuate his Naval ring, and prominent thumbs. He has a monstrous, veiny, 9.5" — cut, with a nice plump helmet and huge slit — low hanging, huge balls — full chest hair that tapers into a thick straight treasure trail above and below his taunt, inny, navel ... disappearing into his extremely dense, furry bush. His neck and back are hairless. He has one of those `macho man eight-packs', having only 4% body fat. His legs are thick, with nice manly calves, just the right amount of hair leading to huge wide feet, each toe with a little tuft of hair. His ass is the perfect `bubble-butt'. I should know, I've showered with him often enough over the years. Marc got Julia (who was the high school homecoming queen) pregnant during their senior year, at the age of 18 (to the chagrin of her father who advocated public education — no elitist schools for his baby). Marc didn't stop breeding during college either; he has six beautiful kids. The oldest are twins, Marc Jr and Ryan (both 20 years old), Sofia (19 years old), Jon and Tyler (18 years old — yep, twins again), and Jesse (the youngest at 15 years old), who will be entering his Junior year next year (brilliant, just like my son Lucas). I found out several years ago that this was despite Julia having six miscarriages The twins are definitely all Marc — buffed like he is. His daughter and youngest son, are smaller (taking after Julia) — they are all strickingly good looking. His wife, Julia, passed away just over two years ago — breast cancer — fighting a long and courageous battle — fortunately, his daughter Sofia (and all of Marc's son's) do not carry the gene responsible for their mother's cancer; Julia's mother had passed away almost fifteen years earlier from the same disease. Marc's mother passed away when he was a young engineer (blood clot) and his father the year before last (probably due to exposure to a toxin while on a Navy mission that remains so classified, he could only find one person who even acknowledged it). Julias loss was devastating for all of us, but particularly Marc's youngest, Jesse, who adored his her. It is obvious to the eye, that Marc works out two hours a day, as well as being an avid sportsman (skiing, hunting) — but now he has even more time. His Bulgarian/Czechoslovakian heritage is a definite asset to his muscular physique. Marc and I are both 38 years old. I'm Nicolas "Nik" Eirik Vidarr, both parents (and their parents and on up) are Norwegian (in fact, I'm a 2nd generation American), 6'1", muscular at 200#, blond hair, blue eyes, a strong and well defined angular jaw with a cleft on my chin, firm ass, with little body hair except for my bush and pits — even my balls are hairless. I'm thick, but smaller, at 8", cut, with one large vein underneath — running the length of my shaft. I met my wife when I was a freshman at Annapolis, after many wild nights and lots of girls (and a few boys) later, we married — forced as I slipped and got Rafaela pregnant. We've been married 18.8 years. It is a strained relationship, to say the least. After college — while I was on deployment — with a small child, Rafaela relocated to Chicago to complete a Masters in Business at Kellogg School (Northwestern University). She considers herself as `upwardly' mobile — ascending the corporate ladder — a cold and calculating business woman who is now the President of a large technology firm. Lucas is our youngest child (I guess that fulfilled the 1.3 kid rule for Rafaela since you can't make just part of one); Julianna (named after Marc's wife) was born the same year as Sofia; Sofia is also Julianna's best friend — both are now in their Junior year of college (Sophia at Princeton, and Julianna at Harvard); they're hoping to study together abroad during their Senior year — I've heard gossip of The Sorbonne). I lost my parents in an auto accident in Germany last year, so besides Marc's and his kids, Rafaela and our kids, I have no other family. Marc and I fooled around when we were in our early teens; in fact, the first time I came was with Marc. Typical boy things (jacking, touching — eventually blow jobs), which faded when we hit our mid-teens as girls came in every direction. Then after Marc met Julia (at the end of our Junior year in high school), I was on my own. I do remember getting drunk in college, and I think we fooled around then, too, in the back room of an off-campus dive bar — t the haze keeps me from remembering anything in detail. Then of course, your busy making a family and establishing a career. While there are always the possibilities, I don't believe Marc ever strayed from Julia. Now that he was single, a lot of women and men pined after him. I could see it at school meetings and when I see him around Seattle. Hell, he's a very rugged, strikingly handsome guy — drop dead masculine, as a matter of fact. I wished he would finally date — find a woman who could complement him — share his life with him — complete him — he certainly deserves it! I think a shapely brunette would look nice on his thick arms. Me — well — I have strayed — when Rafaela starting building her career at the expense of our sex life, I did, finally, seek solace — elsewhere. I have always enjoyed a tight wet pussy, so I created a little page on a dating site. I'd get the occasional lady who'd be in the same situation, or a young thing looking to explore. Never, though, would I risk getting a girl pregnant — no fucking way!! If I trusted her, I'd make sure she was at the `right' time of month — fuck her raw — then pull out and shoot all over her breasts and stomach. Otherwise, I would safely wrap it and make sure there were no breaks, before diving in. But, in all honesty, if I wanted head, I'd find a guy. Usually younger with no drama or ties — it was hot to feel a guy's mouth — `chowing down' on my tool — watching him as I'd exploded in his mouth — cheeks puffing out, trying to keep up while ferociously swallowing — while I shot over and over — a fuckin' turn on for me. And, guys know how to pleasure a throbbing cock — never found a chick who could suck well enough to do that. I'd also had a relationship a few years ago, with a younger college kid — yeah a guy — Brandon, just barely 19 years old — it was the first time I ever was in a hot, tight, boy pussy — it was the most incredible tightness I had ever experienced. His muscular pussy milked my cock — pulling my seed out — I erupted deep inside him — flooding his bowels — he loved it. It was rather passionate for about two years — whenever I could, I'd meet him, before a trip or when I flew back in — spending the night on many many occasions — we had a small apartment downtown after the first year (Rafaela never knew) — Brandon is the one who convinced me that I was bi — all a mental thing for me, as he was the first guy I kissed and the only guy I've fallen in love with — and I didn't have to worry about knocking him up!!! I knew I had to be careful — I didn't want to ruin my career or loose my family — hell, he was in love with me and I with him. I was having an awesome time. I liked my manhood inside him and the feeling of protecting him and providing for him, and he liked it that way — he was the bottom and I was his top. His body was lean, feminine, and he complimented me so well. I realized eventually that I couldn't have a family and him — God, the making love to him was so wonderful — I can still close my eyes and see him, post-coital, laying on my chest as he would fall asleep. But, in the end, I couldn't loose my family — it was the hardest thing I did when I broke it off — he understood, surprisingly, which to this day I still have a hard time with — occasionally I will get an email from him — he now has a husband and is truly happy (besides Rafaela, it was the longest relationship I've had with anyone besides my best friend). I guess that is why I notice the male form, as much as I do. I have bedded a few beautiful women while on trips since Brandon and I parted (never with the airline though — "don't get your meat where you...", or so the saying goes. So, I'm no saint — definitely no saint — unlike my best friend whose every move has been about his kids, his wife, his friends, and his career— in that definite order. Even Marc staying here in Seattle is all about Jesse, his youngest son. "Well, I think it's settled. Lucas and I will leave tomorrow afternoon", "and you", Marc looked over to me, "will get there on Friday". "Hopefully, you won't be too tired, Nik, to get up and drive on Friday!". "Rub it in Marc", I said, "rub ... it ... in", jabbing my finger into his massive arm for emphasis while.I said it. "Well", Rafaela said, "I will have plenty to do", then turning toward Marc, "I'll look in on the house as promised". "Thanks Raef", said Marc, with a smile. Marc had two maids and a cook, but still felt better if someone checked up on things. "Well, it's good that the kids were able to go to Europe and see their grandfather", said Rafaela, "particularly before Marc Jr and Ryan graduate", she added. "Yeah, it's hard to believe they will both be seniors in college next year!", pausing, "and its good that the kids took Jesse under his wing the first time away from home without Julia or me",said Marc. "I'm glad they're all going to have a nice summer together ... probably the last time for awhile", said Marc. "Marc", I said putting my hand across the back of his neck, "glad your able to take Lucas with you", gently gripping his neck in my hand. "I thought I'd never hear the end of it", looking over at Lucas. "It will be nice to have some time together, Nik. We'll definitely be thinking about how hard your working" , Marc said with a sly smile. With that, I gently slapped him on the back of the head. "Lucas, don't forget to pack your swim suit. The lake is just about right to spend time in early in the afternoon", said Marc. "Uncle Marc, already packed", said Lucas. I could tell he was excited. "Marc, I'm surprised you haven't moved to the mountain home", I said, "I know how much you love it up there". "Well, Nik, it has crossed my mine a lot over the last several months", he said, with a wandering look in his eyes. "I guess I've stayed here more for Jesse than anything else". Lucas looked over toward Marc when he heard Jesse's name. "Yeah, I get that", I said, turning to look at Marc, "at least you have a wonderful place to be, when your up there", I said referring to his land up in the North Cascade Mountains in Northern Washington. The evening slowly wound down. Lucas and Marc had left to go over packing details. As they left to walk the few houses down, I saw Marc reach over and put his arm around Lucas's shoulder. Marc has definitely been there for Lucas when I've not been, I thought. I watched as they walked down the street then turn into Marc's driveway, finally disappearing behind the dense hedge. I helped Rafaela clean off the table and stack the dishes. I don't know why she only kept day-maids, no cooks for her and no staff living in the house. I went to my den and reviewed a few manuals and other procedural things in preparation for tomorrow's `check ride'. I went by Lucas's room, but the light was out. "Honey, is Lucas still out?", I yelled down the stairs. "Yes Nik. It's Saturday night ... no worries", I heard her slightly chuckle (as in a `you just noticed?' sort of way). I returned to the den to review more manuals and some checklists, thinking about tomorrow. I must have been consumed because when I looked at the clock it was close to 11pm.. I got up, then went into our bedroom and took a nice long shower. God, the more I flew these trips the less I looked forward to their length. As the hot water splashed over me, I couldn't help but being so contented though. It was going to be a wonderful week and at the end of it, I'd have a week in the cool air of the mountains with my best friend and my son. As I turned off the water, I could hear the faint chirp of the alarm as the front door opened — has to be Lucas I thought. I finished drying off, hanging up my towel, as I heard the faint sound of the shower down the hall in Lucas's room. I brushed my teeth and then put my robe on. I went down to Lucas's room and looked in. I could smell teen everywhere — definitely a testosterone smell, admixed with `old' cum (what boy his age doesn't self-gratify a few times a day?) but also something new — there was a fine light musk scent with a hint of spice — rather a nice lingering fragrance — not too heavy. I smiled — probably finally wearing some cologne ... I smiled. Lucas was growing up so damn fast. He was an extremely tidy kid, but I noticed that his clothes were piled just to the right of the bathroom door, next to his flip flops. I could hear him humming in the shower. I reached down and started picking up his clothes. As I reached his shirt, I noticed that scent again — I put it to my nose and sniffed it and sure enough there was a fine hint of it, but only on the collar. I then reach down and smelled his swim trunks — the scent far more stronger. Yeah, I'll definitely ask Rafaela. I put the shirt in the hamper and threw his swim suit on top. I looked over to his dresser and smiled as I saw the vast array of swimming trophies and metals there. His most recent sculpture, that of a swimmer on the block, ready to plunge into the pool, stood about 8" tall — he was so proud the day he completed it — it was now fully bronzed and I carefully admired it. The intricacy with which he had sculpted the face, the starting pose, the sinuous muscles and even the faintest outline of the swimmer's corona, pulled in the pouch of the swim suit, and the dimple above the defined ass — wow, he really observed things in the minutest of detail. His art also was on the wall, small 2" x 2" and larger 1' x 1' oils — intricately detailed — of places he had seen in pictures. He had a framed picture of Marc, Jesse and him from his State win early in the year — the boys had their arms around Marc, who was in the center — all were beaming. There was a picture of his mom, both arms wrapped around Lucas from behind — both with radiant smiles, after a hockey game. I looked over and saw another picture of Marc and Jesse, standing with Julia, then another of all of Marc's family, then another of Rafaela, Lucas, and me (probably three years ago, as Lucas hadn't entered puberty yet), then another of Lucas and me from a few years ago when he was in Little League — Lucas beaming, posing with his bat ready to strike. Finally, I saw a picture of Jesse and Lucas, both in their competitive swim suits, standing by Marc's pool, arms around each other's shoulders, their developing teenage bodies wet. I could hear Lucas as he appeared in the doorway — a towel hanging low around his waist. He was definitely filling out, with a nice cut between his belly and his hips — his six-pack was more developed than I remembered, and he was developing a nice, defined treasure trail. His navel was even more tautly pulled his muscles, which made him even more sexier. His legs were really developing, with nice cuts in his thighs — totally hairless, which accentuated the muscular development. Absolutely smooth chest with defined and developing pecs and nice `5 cent' nipples. His biceps were developing quickly with a sexy vein on the front of each; his triceps were more defined and his deltoids and pecs had doubled in size from when I last saw them. His moderately curly hair was wet, with some water dripping onto his chest and over his nipples. The outline of his cock looked pretty decent too, against the moist towel. Wow, I needed to spend more time at home — Lucas was growing up very quickly. "Hey Dad", he said scratchily, "thanks for letting me go. I'm really psyched". "I know you'll have a blast", I said as I walked over and tussled his hair. He looked up and smiled, his dimples accentuated in the low light, his teeth luminescent. "I know, I will Dad. I really like Uncle Marc. We've planned the whole week out", he said beaming, then he looked down, then up as he added more softly, "it will be fun when you come up too". I looked down at him, and said, "well I h o p e so!", as I noticed his face flush. "You ... you know that isn't what I meant", he said as he quickly regained his composure. He walked over to his dresser, with the slightest of a limp. I also noticed red marks to the right side at the base of his neck, and another one on his upper back, just above the dimple in his low back, above his developed ass cheek. "Lucas, what happened to you?", I asked. "Oh Dad", he said, noticing that I was looking at his back, "just picked up something heavy when we were in Marc's", "uh, Uncle Marc's garage", he quickly added. Then he said, "I fell against some shelves. Nothin to worry about". "Well, be careful, I don't want you hurting yourself", I gently smiled. As I was leaving I heard him say, "hey, where are my clothes?". I said, "In the hamper", quietly closing the door. The sun was just peering above the horizon as I awoke on Sunday morning. I looked over and Raef was already up; most likely getting Lucas out the door. I could smell the freshly brewed coffee and the increasingly inviting fragrance of cinnamon, crawling up the stairs. As I opened the bedroom door, I could hear Marc and Lucas laughing. I slowly walked down the hall and saw Lucas's door was open, his gym bag was packed — his iPhone sitting on top. I had never done this, but I walked in and picked up his phone. As I hit the button, the screen came on and I was looking at a message screen. There was a pic. I hit it and a screen view came up — wow! It was Lucas in his competitive swim suit, his cock nicely defined with an outline of full balls, his treasure trail was wet and sexily matted, the Speedo was wet, and, as I looked up the muscular cuts of his developing six packs, the water trickled down suggestively — the cuts between his waist and groin were impressive. His curly hair was wet — beads of moisture accentuated his `5 cent' nipples. His deltoids and arms looked amazing — the vein on the front of each bicep — full — taunt. His face was absolutely stunning, with the moisture accentuating his lips, his high cheeks, his deep dimples — the angles of his jaw — a small water droplet tenuously set in the cleft of his chin, ready to drop. His eyes were the most phenomenal deep blue, with crisp white framing the blue in a way that was surreal — his eyelashes lush and wet. He was in a traditional swimmer pose — his beautiful legs and feet slightly — his pelvis suggestively thrust forward, hands on his narrow hips — standing small puddles that surrounded each foot — by the championship pool — his gorgeous feet firmly accentuated. Wow. I couldn't stop looking — my son was absolutely the most beautiful specimen I could have imagined. I clicked back and saw what he had written. "FNL PRF", my son's text read. "WOW 6Y", read the reply from `Jess' "RUH?", read my son's reply "ALWYZ", read `Jess' "143", from my son. "1432 KOTL", read `Jess' "SETE", read my son. "SD?", read `Jess' "NGL L2KWU", read `Jess' "1432 4E <333333", my son's text read. "RSN SUITM SD <333333333333", read the reply from `Jess'. "SD", read the reply from my son "TAU LOTS!!!!!!", read the reply from `Jess' "143 QT SD TAUALT", read the reply from my son. I didn't have time to figure out what was being said. I heard laughter downstairs and I quickly put the phone back on top of his bag, thinking he might be coming up the stairs any moment. My heart was racing as I felt guilty sneaking into his stuff. I don't know why I did that, I never have gone into Lucas's things. I'd have to ask him what he was saying to Jessie; I'm sure filling him in on things, as he was in Europe. But, no, I couldn't do that ... he'd know I was in his stuff. Not good. No not a good idea at all! Why didn't Lucas tell us about the picture — well I'm sure he will — I forgot that traditionally, the State swimming champion was put in the State's sports magazine — it was centerfold display. It was done for most of the State sport's champions, but swimming was a favorite as it was one person — not a team — and, skin sells. I could smell that light musk scent but couldn't place where, exactly, I'd smelled it elsewhere — it was someplace other than Lucas's room; yes, definitely a cologne. God, all I could think about lately was this `check ride'; I'd have to focus more on Lucas when I got back. I quickly hurried toward the stairs. As I entered the kitchen, Marc was leaning over Lucas with his hand pointing to a photo, with Rafaela scurrying about getting breakfast ready. "Hey sleepy head", said Marc, turning around to look at me as I entered — I picked up a cup of coffee along the way. "Well, I see that you two are ready to go", looking at Marc. I went over and sat down at the kitchen table. "Hey Dad, Uncle Marc was just showing me the lake", my son chirped. "Yeah, its pretty nice up there this time of year", I said. "Well Lucas, you'll see it soon enough for yourself ... we'll be up there in a few hours", said Marc. As he said that his hand gently brushed against the small of Lucas's back. "Yeah, and after last night, I'm totally psyched", Lucas said looking at Marc. "Hey guys, I almost forgot!", Lucas said as he jumped up and quickly left the kitchen. I could hear him quickly ascending the stairs (an assault on the stairs actually, as he took the steps two and three at a time). He returned carrying his laptop. I could hear the familiar Apple `chime' as it booted. He sat back down, next to Marc, and I could hear the keyboard click as his fingers danced. I could see Rafaela's face (as she stood behind Lucas and Marc) as the screen brightened. "Oh sweetheart!", she exclaimed, "You are absolutely gorgeous ... my Nikky ... my baby .. a champion!", she praised. I knew this must be Lucas's picture ... so he didn't forget us, I thought. I slowly got up and walked over. As I looked down, I almost audibly gasped. Lucas was even more breathtaking on the larger screen. "Son", I paused. "all I can say is congratulations ... and WOW ... WOW!!", I said, slapping the side of his shoulder. I then leaned down and kissed the top of his head, "I'm really proud of you son!". "You guys like it?!", he blurted, as he turned to Marc who was seated next to him, and then looked up toward me with his beautiful eyes. "Like it?", Marc said, "your dad is right!", "WOW!!". He reached over with his large left hand and grabbed the back of Lucas's neck, rubbing the back of Lucas's head with his thumb, as he leaned over so he was closer to Lucas. "I think I can speak as the Uncle", he lovingly said, "your a beautiful kid ... stunningly beautiful ... and an all star athlete! I'm very, very, proud of you!!". "We all are Lucas!", he added, as he looked back at Rafaela and over to me. "Nikky, when will it be released?", Rafaela asked, excitedly. "I think next month mom", Lucas said, "but, I got you a copy on paper", he beamed. "How about for me?", Marc turned to him, smiling. Lucas turned to Marc, "and you too", then looking up at me, said, "and you too dad ... uh, for your office", then he started laughing (Lucas was referring to the way pilots talk about the flight deck — referring to it as `the office'). I smiled back, then said, "well, it will look very nice on the corner of my desk in the den!". He smiled up at me. We all stood there admiring the picture. Rafaela finally said, "more coffee anyone?", as she went over to the coffee pot. I made my way over to my seat, looking back. Lucas and Marc looked very close. Marc really had taken a significant role in my son's life over the last two years. I'd get home from a trip and Lucas would be dunking baskets with Marc, helping him with yard work (which Marc enjoyed immensely, even though he didn't have to do a thing), or hanging out in his backyard (Marc has a 50 meter long, indoor pool, which Lucas and Jesse used every day they could). Lucas spent a lot of his free time over Marc's. It all made sense — Lucas needed a man to look up to — a man who was around. I think I was feeling the guilty that I wasn't spending that much time with my son — that I had spent so much time with Brandon — between my trips and the time I spent in the simulator, then making Captain. I smiled, thinking how nice it was for Lucas to have solid Marc and his family. It was only for a moment, but as Lucas got up I could have sworn his cock was semi-hard. Marc glanced down toward Lucas, as his hand slowly left Lucas's neck, falling a little to his mid-back and then the small of his back as Lucas pushed his chair back. I saw Lucas's face flush a little as he saw me, but as quickly, Lucas moved to the other side of the kitchen. Teenagers — at this age they're always hard, I thought to myself. "Nik, when is showtime?", Marc said, referring to the time I had to checkin for the first leg of my trip. "11am", I said, as Marc got up to get more coffee. "Well", Marc said as he poured coffee in his mug, "you'll do fine Nik", pausing as he put the pot back, "don't over think it", he said referring to the `check ride'. Turning his head in Lucas's direction, taking a swig of coffee, he said, "we'd better get going". He then turned to me and said, as he set his cup down, "have a GREAT trip buddy". Lucas joined Marc, who turned to him saying, "we'd better get going. We need to pick up food and supplies before heading up to the house, and I want to show you around the entire property", adding, "I want the whole day together in the sun!". "Give me a few minutes and I'll have my stuff", Lucas said, as he kissed his mom on the cheek and started heading out the kitchen. "Hey", I said, dejected, as Lucas was just about out of the kitchen. "I'm here too!". Lucas turned and walked over to where I was sitting. "Sorry Dad", he said then bent down, pecking me on the cheek. He smiling said, "Have a safe trip. See ya later this week?". With that, he turned and headed upstairs. I could see Marc smiling. "Well",he said, "don't worry Nik, Jesse did the same thing to me before he left for Europe to join the kids". "Lucas is used to you disappearing and reappearing". I smiled back. "Yeah", I said, "I just feel like I'm being left out", pouting, for effect. Lucas appeared in the doorway. He had his bag tucked under his arm, his curly hair under a red ball cap that was turned around backwards. He was wearing his usual — white sleeveless tee which I thought was too tight (we'd argued that point many times before), but it showed off his nice taper (broad shoulders to narrow waist), pecs, and arms, highlighting his red swim suit and flip flops. "Hey", I said, "get a pair of shorts on over that" referring to his skimp speedo. "Awww .. Dad", Lucas said, then set his gym back down. I heard the zip of the side pouch, and a pair of knee length shorts popped out. He slid his flip-flops off while fluidly gliding his legs into the shorts, buttoning then zipping them up — all in a seamless motion — resituating his feet back in them. I looked at him, satisfied. "Nikky, did you pack your toothbrush?", his mother said, endearingly reaching for his gym bag. "Mom, I have everything, including clean underwear!", Lucas said, rolling his eyes characteristically, as his mom retreated. He obviously had been reminded by Rafaela of the `essentials'. "Make sure you packed a pair of jeans and some thick socks", said Marc. "I want to show you some of the trails that the boys and I climb when we're out there". "Yep, got'em", said Lucas. "I can't believe you haven't been up to the mountain home yet", Marc said, looking toward Lucas. "Well, it isn't as if I didn't try before", Lucas said, "guess things always come up". Lucas knew that we planned on going up on several occasions, but either I had a trip, or Rafaela had other events that precluded going. Then, when Julia became sick, a little over three years ago now, we just didn't plan anything. "Nikky, did you pack your pajamas?", said Rafaela as she turned to Lucas. "Mom, its just us guys .. geeeeezzz", Lucas said, turning a nice crimson red. Rafaela wisely let that one go. "Alright guys", Marc said, turning to Rafaela kissing her lightly on the cheek. Marc turned toward me. "Have a good trip, NIk and call me when your on the way up the hill". "I will Marc", I said, "weather reports look good throughout North Asia and Japan so things should be on schedule coming back". I saw Lucas fall in line with Marc as the two headed for the door. "Lucas, remember to do what Marc says, and I'll see you two on Friday", I said as they headed out the door. "Don't worry Dad", Lucas said as he followed Marc down the steps to the to the sidewalk. As I turned to see them, I saw Marc slow down and Lucas catch up and fall in beside him. As they walked down the street, Marc put his arm around Lucas's shoulder. I saw Lucas lean his head into Marc's side. I thought, as I closed the door, that it was nice to see my best friend and my son together. I realized it was now almost 8:30a as I reviewed a few last check lists before today's trip. I walked by Lucas's room on my way to get a shower. As I turned in, I could see his skateboard, neatly resting beside the dresser, leaning against the wall. I walked over and opened a drawer. I pulled out a pair of his jeans and opened them up ... wow, I thought, he's up to a size 26. I'm definitely spending too much time out of town. I folded them back up and put them neatly on top of the others. I then opened the next drawer — it was full of Speedos — how many swim suits does this kid own?? I lifted one out and saw how skimpy it was ... I then thought of how nicely Lucas filled them. Yeah, definitely sexy on him. I quietly closed the drawer, walking over to the hamper by his bathroom door. As I lifted the hamper top, I noticed the swim suit Lucas was wearing last night. I brought them to my nose, almost instinctively, and I could smell the intensity of that cologne admixed with chlorine. Chlorine — not unusual, as Lucas lived in the pool, but there was a definitely masculine quality, almost like cologne mixed sweat, not chlorine. Hmm, I thought — yeah, I'll definitely have to ask Rafaela about the cologne. I put the suit back on top of the heap in the hamper, slowly closing the lid. I turned and closed the door as I headed out and down the hall — gotta get ready so I'm not rushed on the way to the airport. I had a nice hot shower, letting the water run over me. I thought about Lucas and how big he had grown. I thought about how beautiful he was — truly an eye-stopper — downright, pretty, in fact — I smiled, thinking of Rafaela and how much Lucas's features were like hers. I was so lucky, even though my marriage was nil in the sex department and we have been drifting apart — we did produce eye-candy offspring. I then thought about Marc and how he had been there so much lately. I thought about the way Lucas had leaned into Marc as they had walked down to Marc's house — it was nice — they had bonded. It was good that my best friend, Marc, and my son were going to have some `boys' time; I know Marc missed his kids, and certainly his wife. In a way, I was jealous that they would have nearly five days enjoying the woods, the lake, and just hanging out. I finished my shower, shaved, and put my uniform on — a starched white shirt with epaulettes of deep navy with gold thin stripes — four of them — indicating that I was Captain, a navy blue tie with the airlines logo in the same color woven in at different points, with a tie clip that was gold with the US Naval aviator insignia — and my gold wings over the left breast pocket. I slipped my crisp navy blue pants on, buckling them — the buckle had the airlines logo deeply embossed — all in gold plate. I slipped my blazer on — ID, clipped to my left lapel directly above my heavy gold wings. I checked my flight bag and suitcase — everything was in place including two extra two starched white shirts and additional departure/approach maps (just in case we had to divert). I then slipped on my just polished, black shoes. Yes, everything was good to go for my `check ride'. Before I left the bathroom, I spritzed a little Bvlgari on — needed to smell extra special for today. As I headed down the stairs, I heard Rafaela finishing breakfast. She was ending a cell phone call when I entered the kitchen. "Yes, I will look it over in a few minutes" she was saying, then she ended the call. "Glad your out of the shower, I wanted to get the laundry bagged so I can take it to the cleaners", Rafaela said. "Sure is early", I said. "No", she said, placing a hand on my shoulder, "you just don't notice how much I have going on in my life", she cocked her head up toward me and smiled. She walked off toward the coffee, mug in hand. "Nik, I packed your bag for the mountain trip. You may want to check it before you take it up there with you", Rafaela said. "Thank you Raef", I said, "that will save some time when I get in on Thursday". "I'm sure Nikky will call with something he forgot", she said as she stacked the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, "so don't take it. I'll put `whatever' inside, before putting it down by the front door", she said. I was soon off into Sunday Seattle traffic. As I slowly made my way down our street, I could see Lake Union come into view. It was an absolutely beautiful day, with the city in crystal clear view. I could see the Cascade Mountains, then as I turned onto I-5, looming directly in front of me — I wish I was headed off to the mountains. Instead I was getting ready for a fourteen hour flight to a crowded city, with a guy looking critically at my every move, just waiting for me to screw up. I reassured myself that it would be fine — I was always sweating the small stuff. In fact, I knew this `check' was coming up, which is why I had spent most of my free time over the last several months reviewing and re-reviewing all of the airline procedures. I had spent extra time in the simulator — I knew the equipment cold! Hell, I was an excellent aviator — I was damn good. I then began to think about my son, Lucas. Lucas Rafael Eirik Vidarr. He has growing up so quickly. I could see his beautiful smile as he stood in the hallway this morning, ready for his first trip to Marc's mountain home. I had been there twice before — once when Marc had finished a beautiful gourmet kitchen remodel (his wife, Julia, had loved so much to cook and entertain) and the second time was for a full ten days, about seven years ago. Rafaela and I had our wedding anniversary and we were given quite a surprise — as a gift, Marc and Julia gave us the mountain home, complete with staff. Marc and Julia took Lucas and Julianna, so it was just the two of us — I remember how large the master suite was, with its breathtaking views of the lake — the master suite has a huge Roman tub (in a separate area over looking the lake, separated from the room by an etched frosted glass partition) — essentially a separate bathroom from the main one ... it's own foyer with a large inlayed table in the center, a huge fireplace and a king sized bed that sits up on a slightly raised platform. The floors are inlaid semi and precious woods, which accentuate short planked Brazilian Cherry. The master bathroom has his and her closets, which open into a common area; large sunken sinks, heated bathroom mirrors and floors, a separate toilet area — with a his area and a hers area that has a bidet — with thick, frosted glass doors for privacy — and, a huge, multi-jet, Italian marbled shower. The sound system is synched with the lighting so that you can create `moods'. There is a small living room off in one corner where you can sit, surrounded by windows, and read while you enjoy the `outdoors'. The mountain home sits on a bluff, with the guest rooms (there are seven) overlooking the mountains, another smaller master bedroom with a sitting area, a small library, and a `servants quarters' (which is in a 3rd floor space) — Marc and Julia had several help that would accompany them. There is also a small cottage, which is actually a replica of a carriage house, near the lake — this has a master bedroom, two smaller guest rooms, a small kitchen, living room and dining room. The main house has a huge movie room, with lush seats and Dolby sound system in the basement area next to a a custom gym, complete with sauna and hot tub, and a full service laundry with dry cleaning capability. There is a solarium off the 2nd floor, accessible by a copper spiral staircase, above the master suite, which gives beautiful views of Mt Shuksan and the lake. Every room has its own thermal control, so your are never warm in the summer or cold in the winter. Copper piping under the floors provides a floor heating system that is synced with the room temperature controls (so when the heats on, the floor also is warmed — hell, you can even have presets that sync with your alarm clock!). Each of the guest rooms has its own sound system and crystal clear flat screen TV's; each has its own bathroom — the cottage has the same accoutrements. So, when Marc said that we should do a `boy's week' at the mountain home — I jumped on it. Well, that was six months ago. In the interim, I picked up more trips (moving up the ladder), and Lucas started devoting more time to hockey (in addition to a full load of swimming). Marc, obviously, didn't have to work, but he had his hands full with Jesse. His youngest was olympic-quality ski material, in addition to being an accomplished swimmer; he had a well-known ski coach that wanted him to spend time in Colorado and Switzerland. So between ski camps, swim meets, and consulting, Marc had a busy time. It was Marc who had been planning with Lucas, though, and it was decided that we would have our `boy's week' sooner than later. Marc had to know that it would be iffy for me to be there, at least for this week, but, after seeing how Lucas pleaded and after Marc convinced me that it wouldn't be an imposition, I said OK. Lucas wanted the whole week (actually I know he wanted more) — I couldn't say no. As I passed the City, headed toward SEA-TAC, I thought about Marc and Lucas. I bet they were having a total blast ...