Micah and Me Copyright© 2014 by Simon Campbell The following is a work of fiction. It contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between an adult male and two teenage boys. It exists for entertainment purposes only and should not be construed as a primer for acceptable behavior. As much as I would like the events in this story to be true, they are not. Thanks to my intrepid beta readers (M & T) for their mad editing skills and invaluable suggestions. Please show Nifty some love with a generous donation. Feedback is always welcome. Just like Nifty can't survive without your donations, Nifty Authors can't survive without your feedback. If you're enjoying my little tale, please drop me a note and let me know (even if you've written before). You wouldn't believe how encouraging it is to hear from my readers. It won't cost you a penny, and it just might make my day. Drop me a note with your thoughts, constructive criticism, or ideas to micah.parker@live.com. The more you write, the more I'll write. ;) Author's Note: My humble apologies for this having taken so long. I do hope you find it worth the wait. I would like to take a quick moment to say something about your feedback. I struggled hard with Chapter Eight and became horribly frustrated. Very late in the game, I very nearly said 'screw it' and stopped writing. Had it not been for a very kind email from PJ, you might not be reading this. I cannot stress enough how much your feedback means to me. Please continue writing. I love hearing from my readers. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write and thanks to PJ for being there when I needed it most. :) Previously... Parker watched his cousin climb the stairs. When Micah made it to the top and disappeared down the hallway, Parker looked at me and smirked. "What?" I asked curiously, almost afraid to know what was on his mind. "Micah told me about you," he said. Shit! "Did he now?" "Yep," he replied, eyeing me up and down. This kid was trouble. With a capital 'T', and that rhymed with 'P', and that stood for 'Parker'. "And what did he say?" "Enough," he said, with a devious smile. Then, he added, "You're kinda hot for an old guy." Fuck, fuck, fuck! "Err, thanks," I said uncomfortably. "I think." He took a step towards me, leaned in close, and looked up in my eyes. "You fucked him yet?" he asked, much like someone might ask for the time. "Uhh, I'm sorry – what?" I'd heard him correctly the first time, but the audacity of the question floored me so much that I needed to hear it again. "Micah," he replied. "Have you fucked him yet?" I stood there in shock, not knowing how to answer him. I hadn't, of course, but I was afraid that by denying it I'd implicate myself in the things we had done. Parker just continued to smirk as Micah came tearing back down the stairs. Yep, this weekend was going to be something else. Chapter Eight Parker's loaded question lingered in the air like an anvil over Wile E. Coyote's head in one of those old Road Runner cartoons, poised to fall at any moment, and the boy continued to smirk at me as Micah made his way down the stairs. That smirk spoke volumes, revealing that Parker knew far more than he was letting on. What exactly had Micah told him about me? What had he told him about us? Surely, Micah hadn't had time to regale his cousin with the details of our sexual exploits. He wouldn't do that anyway, would he? Micah had been very clear about not speaking a word to anyone, that he didn't want me to get in trouble. Why, then, was Parker looking at me as if he knew my deep, dark secret? While I thought I might have met my match with Micah, Parker was a completely different animal altogether. He was somebody with whom I needed to tread lightly. "What'd I miss?" Micah asked as he stepped off the staircase and flipped his hair. He was eight shades of adorable in the outfit he'd chosen for the day, baggy winter camo-print cargo shorts and a vintage black Star Wars tee. The shirt, like the others I'd seen him wear, hugged him in all the right places and seemed just a skosh too short at the bottom, teasing everyone who bothered to look (and who wouldn't?) with a view consisting of that lovely slice of tummy and, thanks to the loose-fitting shorts, the top of his boxer-briefs. A pair of mismatched Chuck Taylor hi-tops (one black, one white) completed his ensemble. He was sexy on top of sexy, with a little bit of sexy on the side. Don't get me wrong, Parker was hot, but he couldn't hold a candle to Micah. My boy was in a universe all by himself. "Nothing, assface," Parker said, not taking his eyes off me, nor the smirk off his face. "I was just asking Simon if he—" "—could make waffles," I interrupted, shooting Parker a look I hoped would serve as a warning. "Waffles sound good to you, Punky?" Parker snorted. "'Punky'? Did you just call him 'Punky'?" I hadn't thought anything about saying that in front of Parker. Perfectly innocent, right? It figured, however, that he would make a big deal out of nothing. "It's a nickname," Micah explained. "A nickname," Parker said, as if he didn't believe it. "Right." "Yeah," I chimed in. "You know? Punk? Punky?" There was an awkward silence, as Parker seemed to process this information. Just when I thought it might blow over, Micah decided to chime in. "And Simon's a manwhore!" he said with a little too much enthusiasm. I face-palmed. No, I'm not speaking figuratively here. My palm went straight to my face. Parker laughed. "Yeah, I know. I've seen the video, remember?" Aww, geez! How I longed to go back to the peace, quiet, and blissful ignorance I'd enjoyed just a few days ago. You know, before I knew I had a sex tape. Who would have thought I'd ever have anything in common with Paris Hilton. "He means he calls me 'manwhore'," I clarified, "not that I am one." "Sure, dude," Parker chuckled. Micah walked over and stood directly in front of me, as if I might require protection from his cousin (not far from the truth). Yeah, I know – cute. Instinctively, I ruffled his hair, placed my arms over his shoulders, and locked my hands together. He leaned back against me. Parker raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I realized my mistake immediately. Calling Micah 'Punky' was harmless, sure, regardless of the misinterpretation, but putting my arms around him was definitely a mistake. Nice move, ya dumb fuck! Son of a bitch! How ya gonna weasel you're way out of this one, genius? Will you please shut up?! This ought to be good. And me without my popcorn. One day, I truly hoped to meet this smart ass little demon who sat on my shoulder, and kick him right in the balls. Ha! Bring it! Pulling my arms away now would appear too obvious, so I decided to try to divert Parker's attention. If all else fails, hurl a shiny object into the air. "So, about those waffles..." About that time, Micah raised his hands and placed them over top of mine. It was instinctual, I'm sure, just like putting my arms around him had been, but it was enough to get Parker's attention. The smirk, which had never really left Parker's face, grew bigger. Staring back and forth between the wall and the top of Micah's head, my mind whirred in an attempt to come up with some explanation that might satisfy Parker. Not that there was anything I could say. Parker had obviously come to his own conclusions. "Holy shit!" Parker said. "Can you guys be any more gay for each other?" "We're not gay for each other," I said, pointing my finger at Parker. "And you need to watch your language." Parker shook his head and smirked again. "What the fuck ever, dude. I knew you guys were fuck—" Acting solely on impulse, I reached out and smacked him on the side of his head. Not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough to let him know I was serious. It shocked the hell out of me. Him, too. "Dude!" Parker said. "Chill!" "No, dude, you chill," I answered. "You're in my world now, ya little delinquent, and you'll act accordingly. If you don't, I'll take that stick your mom spoke of, and shove it so far up your ass you'll think you're a flag. Do we understand each other?" He nodded, and was speechless for probably the first time in his life. "Good," I said. "Are you cool with waffles?" He nodded again. "Fine, I'll go and make them. Please find something to do that doesn't involve annoying me." The battle won – just the battle, not the war – I turned and walked toward the kitchen. "Simon?" Parker's voice asked, reticently. I knew the silence couldn't last long. I sighed. "Yes, Parker?" "Where's the bathroom? I have to take a p—" he stopped, correcting himself midsentence. "I have to go." "Micah," I answered, "please show him where the bathroom is and then come help me with breakfast." I went in search of a waffle iron I knew I owned, but had never used. It was a housewarming gift from when I'd moved in seven years ago, and I'd barely taken it out of the box. While I rummaged through the cabinets in search of it, the events of the past few moments replayed through my mind. I'd actually smacked Parker upside the head! It was a deserved smack, mind you, and hardly an act of abuse, but I'd completely lost my cool. It was a stupid, impulsive thing to do, brought on by far more than just Parker's smart-ass attitude and salty language. I think that's what bothered me most. Parker had called me out on a behavior I still felt a modest amount of guilt over and I'd over-reacted by hitting him. Geez! You make it sound like you used him for a punching bag. It's not that big a deal! I hit him! It is a big deal! If he had a dad around who gave a shit, he wouldn't act that way. True, but that doesn't excuse— "Simon?" I looked up from the cabinet to see Micah enter the kitchen. He had a strange expression on his face, something I couldn't read. I hadn't stopped to consider what he might think of all this. "Hey, buddy," I said. "You okay?" "What the hell?" he said. "Why'd you have to hit him?" I sighed. "I didn't – I just—" "His dad used to hit him." Fuck! Actually, it all made sense when you thought about it. Many times single moms became that way because their husbands were abusive assholes. Put into context, Parker's behavior wasn't so out of the ordinary. It was a miracle he wasn't worse than he was. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't – I didn't know. I just sorta lost it, buddy. After what he said—" Micah flipped his hair and raised an eyebrow. "When? What did he say?" I sighed. "When you went upstairs, he asked me if—" I couldn't bring myself to finish. "What?" "He asked me if I'd...fucked you," I swallowed hard and continued, "as if anything between us could ever be called something so crude." Micah appeared to ponder that statement. "Anyway," I continued, "between that, his language, and his smart-ass attitude, I just—" "Hit him," Micah finished. "Yeah, I hit him." Silence. "Micah, what did you tell him about us?" "Nothing!" I shook my head. "You obviously told him something, kiddo. Nobody asks that sort of question out of the blue." He sighed heavily. "I told him I had a crush on you and that I'd thought about us – you know – but I never said anything about the stuff we've done. When have I had time?" "You obviously showed him the video." "Yeah, and then there's that," he acquiesced. "Why on earth would you—?" I stopped myself, not really knowing how to continue. Micah simply shrugged. This was all getting a bit too complicated. Here's another fine mess you've gotten me into! Oh, shut. The fuck. Up. You don't need me to get you into trouble. You do just fine by yourself. I'm well aware of the situation, thank you. I don't need you to remind me. And you call me the devil on your shoulder. Ha! Shut up! Another period of awkward silence passed between us. It didn't occur to me in the moment that enough time had elapsed for Parker to do his business and make his way to the kitchen. Nor did it totally register that footsteps could be heard on the second floor above our heads. I was too caught up in the situation to pay attention to those things. If I had been paying attention, then things might've turned out quite differently, but I was blissfully ignorant to those simple facts. "His dad hit him, huh?" Micah nodded. "Look, Simon, Park's a good guy. He's just – well, Mom says he's kinda like an M&M. You know, hard shell on the outside, but sweet on the inside. He just comes on a little too strong. I think he tries to act tough cuz he's really just scared all the time." "Look at you," I said with a smile, "goin' all Dr. Phil on me. When did you get so smart?" He giggled. "Beauty and brains, that's me." I ruffled his hair. "Yeah, that's you alright. Look, I'm sorry if it sounded like I was accusing you—" He held up his hand to stop me. "Simon, I swore I'd never tell anyone what we did and I haven't. Not a word." "I know, bud—" "He didn't have to tell me anything," Parker's voice interrupted. "I figured it out all by myself." I looked up and saw him standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Micah turned around and backed up against me. I draped my arm over his shoulders again. "What are you talking about, Park?" Micah asked. "Come off it, dude," Parker said. "I've been upstairs. You can stop pretending now." Upstairs? What was the big deal about—? Oh, fuck! Parker stepped into the kitchen, that ever-present satisfied smirk plastered across his face. He reminded me of a detective in one of those old movies who'd finally figured out who the killer was, and was about to announce his findings, to the shock and dismay of everyone in the room. "Only one bed's been slept in," he began. "Only one shower's wet, and there's a whole bunch of your clothes scattered around the master bedroom." Fuckity fuck, fuck fuck! "And before you try to explain that away," he continued, "I found your underwear in Simon's bed." I shook my head, in a vain effort to clear my mind, reminiscent of how my Dad used to beat on the old black and white television, the one he used to watch baseball on in the garage, to clear the picture. That's how you did things before the days of cable, when the dinosaurs roamed the earth. It mostly worked for Dad with the TV. For me, here, now? Not so much. I briefly entertained the notion of smacking the side of my head to see if it would help, but wisely decided against it. It wouldn't, most likely, and I probably couldn't afford many more blows to the head. He knew. There was no denying it. Sure, we could try to explain that the shower in the guest bathroom was broken, and we'd taken separate showers in mine, but that could easily be proven a lie. That, however, didn't explain away why only one bed appeared to have been slept in. While we could have claimed that Micah had slept in his own bed and made it up himself, his clothes strewn about my room (and his underwear in my bed) blew that story right out of the water. Even I had to admit, it looked hinky. Not definitive proof, by any means, but there was enough circumstantial evidence to convict in Judge Parker's court. He'd already made up his mind. We were guilty. There would be no trial before a jury of our peers, and no public defense attorney arguing 'guilty by reason of temporary insanity'. Nope, we were moving directly to the verdict and sentencing phase. I told you not to fuck around with the kid! You did no such thing! I told you to stay away from him. You encouraged me! You— I do not know this man, Your Honor. I've never met him before in my life. Et tu, Subconscious? Really? Et me, Simon. You're on your own. Shit. "Well?" Parker asked, folding his arms across his chest. "Parker," Micah began, "we're not—" I leaned my head over and kissed the top of Micah's head. "No, Micah," I said, staring Parker straight in the eye. "He's got us dead to rights." Micah pulled away and turned around to face me. "Simon!" I shook my head, still staring at Parker. I would not look away. It was a silly little game of 'who blinks first', but it wasn't going to be me. "It's no use, Punky. There's no point lying about it. We're totally gay for each other, aren't we? Satisfied, Parker?" He was still smirking, but with a little less satisfaction. Now that I'd owned up to it, some of the fun had been taken away. Not wanting to give him a chance to speak, I continued. "About your uncouth question from earlier, the answer is no. We haven't done that. We'll never do that, because I happen to love Micah. When he's ready, and not a moment sooner, we'll make love. But I will never fuck him." I paused for dramatic effect. I felt a smirk of my own begin to form. "You, on the other hand—" I said, looking him up and down, "—you, I'd fuck." Micah stifled a laugh. "With Micah's permission, of course," I added. As confident as I must've sounded, I was a nervous wreck on the inside. I'd just admitted to the very thing for which I'd sworn Micah to secrecy. All it would take was for Parker to squeal and it would be over. My life. Micah's. Gone. The rub of it was I no longer cared. I'd fallen in love and I was willing to take this chance if it meant we wouldn't have to hide our relationship from at least one person. I realized I couldn't go screaming it from the rooftops, but it had to mean enough to me that I wasn't afraid of standing up to some foul-mouthed miscreant when challenged. For fuck's sake, it did mean enough to me. Actually, it meant more than enough. It meant everything. I see you found your balls. Shut the fuck up. You're on my list, too. Parker broke our stare. Ha! Another small battle won. "You should be so lucky," he muttered, his eyes shifting downward. "This true, shit-for-brains?" Micah turned to Parker. Once again, he leaned back against me and I draped my arms over his shoulders. He raised his hands and placed them over mine. With more confidence than I'd ever heard him speak, he addressed his cousin. "I love him, Park," he said, "and he loves me." Words cannot express how proud I was of both Micah and myself. We'd faced this challenge head on without blinking. Come what may, we'd laid our cards on the table. If it came back to bite us in the ass – actually it was me it would bite in the ass – then so be it. Yeah, I know it really wasn't that brave a stand. Saying all this to Micah's mother would have been a brave stand (and stupid, don't forget stupid), but it was something. Parker rolled his eyes. "Gay!" Micah laughed. "About as gay as you sucking my dick?" Parker froze, his face turning bright red. He looked to me as if he wanted to confirm whether I'd heard it. I nodded. "Oh yeah, I know all about it. Micah says I'm much better at it, by the way." Parker, recovering quickly, smiled at me coyly. "Prove it." "You should be so lucky," I shot back with a wink. "Okay, guys, I'm hungry. What say we have some breakfast and then figure out how to keep you two hooligans off the streets for the rest of the day?" I gently pushed Micah away and gave him a swift pat on his butt. He giggled. "Will you take us to the skate park?" he asked. "Parker brought his board." I bent down and continued rummaging through the cabinets for the waffle iron. "I don't see why not, buddy. I can take my laptop and write while you guys—" I stopped as a stack of pots fell out of the cabinet I'd been searching. "Shit! Where the hell is that damn—?" The doorbell interrupted my tirade. "Micah," I said with a heavy sigh, "would you please answer the door?" "Sure!" he replied, trotting off towards the foyer. I looked at the mess on the floor in front of me. A homemade breakfast was not worth all this trouble. We didn't have to have waffles, I suppose. I mean, I knew how to make pancakes, but my desire to be all Martha Stewarty had left the building. Suddenly, I remembered there was an IHOP on the way to the skate park. That settled it. I would pay someone else to make the waffles. I sensed a presence and looked up from the cabinet. Parker was kneeling next to me, presumably to help with the clean up. He picked up a pot and stacked it inside another. "Thanks," I said. "Hey, I'm sorry I smacked you." He shrugged. "That's okay. Mom once said I was incorrigible." I laughed. "Then," he continued, "I asked her what it meant and she made me look it up." He handed me his stack of pans and smiled. He was definitely a cutie. I took the pots, placed them back in the cabinet and closed the door. "I think 'incorrigible' might be too strong a word," I said. "Not so sure you're a lost cause quite yet." "Glad you think so. I'm not so sure Mom agrees with you." I sighed, trying to find the right words. "I'm sure your mom is just trying to do the best she can. It can't be easy raising a little hellion like you all alone." I reached out and ruffled his hair. He pulled away and smiled. "Hey!" he said. Then, after a moment's pause, he added, "Do you really love him?" Without hesitation, I answered, "I really do." "That's cool. He's liked you for a little while now. I mean, I didn't know he was in love with you or anything, but he's talked about you before." It took me a moment to choose my next words. I wasn't sure if I should go there with him, but I felt like it needed to be said. "Parker, you can't—" "Tell anyone?" he asked. "I know, and I won't. He seems happy. You know, really happy. He hasn't been this way since his dad died. He must really love you, too." I would be lying if I said Parker's revelation didn't make me feel proud. To know he, of all people, felt like I'd brought some true happiness into his cousin's life, well, it was pretty awesome. Micah made me feel happy, happier than I'd been in a long time, so it was good to know I was giving some of that back to him. Parker's face suddenly got serious. "Just don't hurt him, Simon," he said. Then, with a mischievous smile, he added, "If you hurt him, I swear to god I'll fucking make shit up about you to tell." While said with a flash of humor, I knew he meant it. I couldn't say that I blamed him. I'd want to hurt anyone who hurt Micah. "Duly noted," I replied. Micah came charging back into the room carrying a FedEx envelope. "Man, Simon," he said, "your FedEx guy is hot!" Parker rolled his eyes and stood up. "Geez, are you gonna bend over and take it from him, too?" Micah flipped him off as he walked over to me and held out the envelope. I stood up and accepted it. "Thanks, Punky," I said. "Okay, guys, change of plans. We'll stop at the IHOP on the way to the skate park. Boat leaves in ten minutes." My plan to have someone else make the waffles totally backfired on me, thanks to a long wait at the IHOP. We ended up going through the drive-thru at McDonald's. Yeah, I know. It was my second morning in a row visiting the Golden Arches. I'd make a horrible parent. Anyway, with our cholesterol levels sufficiently raised, we headed off to the skate park. After spending just a little time in the car with my newest charge, I quickly began to reconsider what I'd said about Parker not being incorrigible. He felt it necessary to comment on everything from my driving ("A yellow light does not mean speed up and try to kill us all!"), to my choice of radio stations ("Playing the hits of the 80s...the 1880s!"). That had been his latest criticism, which had caused me to hunt for something else. It was during that search that I landed on a station I affectionately call Crap 98.5. For such a big southern city, we had a horrible selection of stations from which to choose. This particular one played such a bizarre mix of songs, you'd swear the program director was schizophrenic. One minute you'd be listening to the Black Eyed Peas, the next it was Lady Antebellum, Rod Stewart, and finally, One Direction. It was the British boy band that came pouring through the speakers at that particular moment, much to Parker's chagrin. "Holy shit!" he screamed. "Turn it off!" That was all the motivation I needed to leave the radio right where it was. While I am embarrassed to admit I knew the lyrics to this particular tune – damn those songwriters and their infectious little ditties – I decided to play it up big to annoy the hell out of Parker, and pretend I was singing the song to Micah. "You're turnin' heads when you walk through the do-o-or." "Dude, seriously. Turn it off!" I grabbed Micah's hand, gave it a squeeze, and proceeded to sing louder. "Everyone else in the room can see it...everyone else but you-u...Baby, you light up my world like nobody else...the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed...but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell...you don't kno-o-ow...you don't know you're beautiful." Micah giggled; Parker groaned. "If only you saw what I can see...you'd understand why I want you so desperately...right now, I'm looking at you and I can't believe...you don't know-o-ow...you don't you're beautifu-uh-ul...that's what makes you beautiful." "I don't know what's worse," Parker said, "the fact that you know all the lyrics, or that you're singing them to shit-for-brains." Micah turned to his cousin. "You're just jealous he's not singing it to you." "Dude, jealous ain't the word. It's frightened. I'm a little scared right now." None of this deterred me from serenading my boy. What can I say? I'm a cheeseball. "And turn away when I look into your eye-i-eye...everyone else in the room can see it...everyone else but you-ou...baby, you light up my world like nobody else...the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed..." "I'll jump out of this car, Simon," Parker threatened, pushing the button to roll down the window. "I swear to god I will." "Oh, sure," I replied, "you threaten to jump after I buy you breakfast." Parker smirked. "It got you to stop singing, didn't it?" I glanced at Micah. "Some people have no sense of romance." Micah nodded in agreement. "You know what I do have?" Parker asked. "Ears! And they're bleeding, so turn that shit off!" "Yes, your highness," I said, glancing in the rearview mirror, "but the next station is a keeper no matter what you say." I tapped the 'scan' button on the radio and it switched a country station. Kenny Chesney was singing about how some girl thought his tractor was sexy. "Oh, god," Parker said, face-palming. "Serves you right," Micah said. "Yeah," I added. "It serves you right." Parker sighed and rolled his eyes. "You guys totally deserve each other." I glanced into the mirror again. "Are you still here? I thought you'd jumped out." Parker flipped me off and smirked. "Do that again and I'll break it off and shove it where the sun don't shine." "Sorry, Simon," Parker countered, "but I'm not into that kinky shit like my cousin." "Not what I heard." Micah laughed at that. He seemed to be enjoying mine and Parker's razzing of each other. The Kenny Chesney song was over now and replaced with Alan Jackson telling us about some place hotter than a hoochie-coochie. "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you'll turn on some good music." "First of all, Parker," I replied, "you don't have a thousand dollars. Secondly, you wouldn't know good music if it bit you on the ass. And, three, it doesn't matter because we're almost there." "Mommy! Daddy!" Micah yelled in a child-like voice, putting his hands over his ears and smiling. "Stop fighting!" I steered the 4Runner into the lot of the skate park and brought it in for a landing. When I shut off the engine, and removed the key, thus silencing the radio, Parker let out a sigh of relief. "Finally," he said. "And what would you know about good music? Beethoven probably played your prom." I turned to face him. "Unless you want to ride home strapped to the luggage rack—" "Again with the kinky shit, Simon. What kind of a sick freak are you?" "The kind that's about to kick your ass," I said with a smile. This back-and-forth was kind of fun at that. "Now go and...gleam a cube, or...something." They both looked at me as if I was the uncoolest guy on the planet, which, to be fair, was probably true. I'd forgotten who I was talking to. How could they possibly know about an obscure skateboarding movie that came out the year I graduated high school, a good decade before they were born? Parker shook his head. "Gleam a cube?" "Just go," I said. He flashed me yet another smirk and climbed out of the car, leaving me alone with Micah, who continued to stare at me as if I'd grown another head. "What?" He flashed me a smile and flipped his hair. My heart melted. "You really know nothing about skateboarding, do you?" "I know there's a board...that you skate on...and something about a tailpipe." "Half-pipe," he corrected, flipping his damn hair again. "Whatever. Look, I never claimed to be cool." "It's a good thing," he replied, squeezing my hand. I laughed. "You knew of my massive uncoolness going into this relationship. You have only yourself to blame." He giggled. "True," he said with a wink. "Lucky for you you're so damn sexy." Damn, I loved him. I so wanted to kiss him right then, but there were too many people around. Fuck society and its screwed up idea of social norms! Slip him the tongue! That'll do! The passenger door opened and Parker stuck his head in. With a volume just slightly above a whisper – thank heaven, since, you know, people – he said, "If you two homos are done slobbering over each other, I'd like to skate." I sighed. "Just for that, Parker, I'm breaking out my Dean Martin CD on the drive home." "Dean who?" "Never mind." "Come on, assface," Parker whined, pulling on Micah's arm. "You'd better go, Punky, before I murder your cousin." Micah smiled and squeezed my hand again. "Okay." "Be careful, buddy," I added, handing him some money as he climbed out of the car. "Try not to break anything." "What about me?" Parker asked. I gave him an evil laugh and he flipped me off again. After retrieving my laptop, cell phone, and the unopened FedEx envelope from the backseat, I made my way to a covered area that overlooked the park. Thankfully, the planners had kept parents and guardians in mind when they'd designed the place. It would have been way too hot to sit out in the open sun. If early May this year was any indication, it was going to be a long, sweltering summer in the South. I was used to the heat, having grown up here, but that didn't mean I wanted to sit out in it. I was used to air conditioning, too. I found myself a spot away from the other parents at an ancient picnic table that looked like it might have been brought over on the Mayflower. As I fired up my laptop, I opened the envelope and pulled out its contents. It was my contract from Penguin about the repub. Jake, as usual, had provided me with a cover sheet, which broke down the terms of the deal. I was a pretty intelligent guy, but I couldn't always follow the legalese. After reading a few paragraphs, my eyes fell on the amount. Holy shit! It was a lot more than I had expected. Jake hadn't been kidding when he'd said it was a good deal. I'd have to pay all my promotional expenses out of it, and there was still Jake's cut to be considered, but it was a nice chunk of change. I would not be retiring anytime soon, but it would keep me from starving to death. The advance on the fourth book was also impressive, and definitely motivation to get my ass in gear and write the damn thing. This warranted a thank you phone call to the Wonder Agent. I picked up my phone and dialed. As I waited for Jake to pick up, I watched Micah skate. I was always impressed with anyone who could do it; especially those who made it look easy. Micah was one of those. My one and only time on a skateboard as a kid had seen me fall and bust my ass but good. Not one to be a glutton for punishment, liking my ass the way it was, I'd quickly determined that skateboarding was not one of those things dealt in my hand of cards, so I said 'screw it' and never set foot on a board ever again. Micah caught me watching and waved. I waved back just as Jake answered my call. "Why aren't you writing, Simon?" "Do you have to ask that every single time?" "Of course," he said with a laugh. "The more you write the more money we make." "Speaking of money, I just took a look at the contract. I haven't seen that many zeroes since I signed my mortgage. Wow." "'Wow' is right. Didn't I tell you? Sometimes I even amaze myself." Considering what I knew about Jake's opinion of himself, I found that easy to believe. Unlike most people who talked a big game, however, Jake could actually back it up. "Anyway, Jake, I just called to say thanks. Really, this was just the cherry on top of a thus far perfect weekend." "Glad to hear it, but I'm only one-half of Team Awesome. You deserve credit yourself. I can't sell it if you don't write it." "Speaking of, I'll hopefully have something from the new book for you by Monday. I had a creative surge last night." "Great to hear," he replied. "Found your muse, I see." Micah shouted something I couldn't make out but I waved in response. "Sorry, Jake," I said. "Say again?" "I said you must've found your muse." I nodded, which was stupid, because he couldn't see me through the phone. "In a manner of speaking," I replied, watching Micah skate around the park as if he was born doing it. Jake was silent for a moment. "Okay, Simon, my Spidey senses are tingling. There's something going on down there, but you obviously don't want to talk about it." Yes, Jake, I found my muse. He's fourteen and we're sleeping together, but, no, there's nothing going on down here. Nothing at all. "Nothing to talk about, Jake." I heard him sigh. "Okay, whatever," he said. "I guess I shouldn't care what's going on as long as you're writing. Make sure you show me something on Monday." "Yes, dear. Bye, Jake." "Later." I disconnected the call and watched as Micah performed what looked like a cool, but intensely difficult, trick. When he saw I'd been watching he came running over to me, his face busting with pride. "Did you see that, Simon? Did you see what I did?" "Yeah, buddy, that was pretty ill." He laughed and flipped his hair. "It's 'sick', not 'ill'. Seriously, stop trying to sound cool, dude. You're not doing yourself any favors." "Sorry," I said. "What was that? A wally?" "You mean an ollie," he said, smiling and shaking his head. "Close. It was a nollie 360 heelflip." "That was going to be my very next guess." I ruffled his hair. "You havin' fun, kiddo?" "Yep." "Okay, I'm just gonna sit here and write, so you go and—" "Gleam a cube?" he asked with an impish grin. "Smartass," I replied, giving him a wink. "Now go." He flipped his hair again and trotted off back to the skating area. I watched him as he went and felt about a hundred feet tall. In all honesty, it scared me how much I loved him. For someone who'd swore he'd never be in love, I'd fallen hard. Even though it was frightening, I was happy. The happiest I'd been in a long damn time. Between this and the deal with Penguin, I was on top of the world. While some people might've felt guilty for getting everything they'd always hoped for, I did not. I deserved it. I'd been unhappy for too many years, and worked too hard, to feel guilty about having a little joy and success thrown my way. Nope, I didn't feel guilty at all, but I was grateful. Immensely grateful. As I watched Micah skate, I pondered this newfound happiness and wondered if the high I was feeling was the same a surfer experienced while riding the perfect wave. Then, I thought of myself attempting to surf and had to laugh. Yeah, that wouldn't be a pretty sight. Two words: shark bait. Damn, I was happy. Maybe I should feel guilty about feeling this much contentment. I was more joyful than anyone had a right to be. I honestly didn't think anything could come along that could possibly ruin my mood. As soon as I had that thought, however, I immediately regretted it. It seemed too much like a challenge, a thumb in the eye of the fates. It was almost as if I was challenging life to throw me a curveball. Did I mention how grateful I was? Then, as if the fates were giving me the finger, my phone rang. My ringtone might as well have been a funeral dirge, because before I could look at the screen to see who was calling, an intense sense of foreboding fell over me. I knew this was going to be bad news. The universe had accepted the challenge, and my mellow was about to be appropriately harshed. Let it go to voicemail, stupid! I can't do that. Sure, you can. Don't answer the phone. No, that'll just delay the inevitable. Exactly. Just like cheating death in all seventeen of those Final Destination movies, it always came back around. It'll get you when you least expect it. You're really going to answer it, aren't you? If I don't, I'll just worry until I find out what it's about. Ignorance, even if only temporary, is bliss. Fuck! I looked down at the screen to read the caller ID. Kim. Somehow, I knew what she was going to say before I even answered her call. You could be wrong. You're not psychic, after all. True, but I just have a feeling. Kim was coming home sooner than expected. Don't ask me how I knew, because I couldn't tell you. I was less clairvoyant than that Miss Cleo chick that ran her supposed psychic hotline back in the day. "Hail Mary, Mother of...something..." I whispered to myself. What the fuck are you doing? You're not even Catholic! Shut up! I'm grasping at straws here! Seconds before the call dropped into voicemail hell, I hit the green button. "Hello," I managed to utter, despite the large lump in my throat. "Hi, Simon, it's Kim." Other than sounding incredibly tired (not sure how someone can sound tired, but whatever), she seemed better than the last time we spoke. "Hey, Kim. How ya holdin' up?" "Things are moving incredibly fast here," she said after a long sigh. "The funeral home worked all night on Mom and we're having the viewings this afternoon and this evening. The funeral will be tomorrow at two. We were fortunate enough to find a home healthcare worker for Dad. We're going to try that for a little while and see how it goes. He'll be able to start on Wednesday. My older brother has offered to stay with Dad until then. If all goes well, I should be home Monday evening." Even though I knew it was coming, it still felt like a punch in the gut. My heart suddenly felt heavy and I could sense the depression creeping back from the nether-regions of my brain. I didn't want to believe it was true. I didn't want my little apple cart of domestic bliss, as unorthodox as it was, to be upset. I didn't want to give Micah back. "Simon, are you there?" "Yeah, sorry," I managed to finally say. "I’m glad you were able to work everything out so quickly, but you don't have to rush home on my account." "You're very sweet, Simon, to pretend you're not relieved." "Nonsense," I replied, mindful that I shouldn't lay all this on too thick. "Micah and I are getting along great. We've sort of, I don't know, bonded. We're having a good time, actually." Was that too much? Did I overdo it? "Well, color me surprised. I figured he'd be driving you crazy by now—" (well, he was driving me crazy) "—and you'd have duct-taped him to a chair or something." I desperately tried to kick the strangely erotic idea of a bound Micah, something Parker would refer to as 'kinky shit', to the proverbial curb. This was so not the time. "I'm saving all my duct tape for Parker," I said, thinking I had recovered quite nicely. "Parker? What in the world is he—?" She was silent for a moment as she tried to put it together. "Oh, Simon, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot!" "It's no problem, really. I've only had to taze him three or four times." Kim laughed. "Yeah, Parker can be a handful, alright. I feel terrible I left you with both the boys." "Kim, seriously, it's no big deal. We're here at the skate park and they're both having a ball. Besides, Parker's mom gave me carte blanche to beat him with a stick." "Yeah, that sounds like her." I knew it'd be a delicate tightrope walk to avoid making her suspicious, but I wished like hell that there'd been a way to talk her out of coming home early. Actually, as horrible as it sounded, I didn't want her to come home at all. I wanted Micah all to myself. "Look, Kim," I said, "if you're basing your decision to come home early solely on me, then don't do it. Micah's absolutely no trouble at all. We're honestly having a blast. Stay with your family if you need to." "You're a good friend, Simon, and I appreciate that. The truth is the hospital only gives us two days bereavement leave, and I may need my vacation time if, God forbid, anything happens to Dad. He's not taking Mom's death very well." I looked out at the skating area, saw Micah execute another cool skating move, and was surprised to find myself fighting back tears. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair. I wanted more time. "So if you could pick up Micah from school on Monday," Kim continued, "I should be home and have him out of your hair by about six or seven." "Okay, Kim," I said, surrendering to fate. After getting the funeral home info from her, I hung up and called to have some flowers sent, making sure they put 'Simon & Micah' on the card. It was a small, silly gesture. It didn't mean squat, but somehow it made me feel better. Simon and Micah. Micah and Simon. It just sounded right, didn't it? To paraphrase that old commercial, we were two great things that went great together. We were a perfect fit. A dream team. Splitting us up would just be wrong. I warned you not to fall in love with him. Not now. You couldn't just fuck him and be happy, could you? Shut up! You're acting like yours is the greatest love story of the twenty-first century. I'm not listening! Look what being in love has gotten you. I said, I'm not listening! You just had to have it all, didn't you? You had to have the fairy tale. "Argh!" I screamed aloud, drawing a few stares from the people around me. You're losing it, Campbell. That's assuming I ever had it to begin with. Fuck. A deep depression fell over me and all I could do was let it come. I had no energy to fight it. I just didn't care anymore. "Okay, Simon," Micah said, sticking his head into my bedroom, "what's wrong?" I opened my eyes and glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. Five-thirty. That meant I'd been out for almost four-and-a-half hours, which was basically the entire time we'd been home from the skate park. It'd been impossible to hide my mood from the boys on the ride home. I'd barely said a handful of words to either of them as I drove. They both knew something was up when I ignored Parker's complaints about the radio and let him pick a station that suited his tastes. I drove home on automatic pilot, holding Micah's hand for dear life, afraid to let it go. "Oww, Simon!" he'd said. "You're killing my hand!" "Sorry," I'd muttered, loosening my grip. Upon arrival back at the ranch, I'd politely – albeit robotically – asked the boys to take a shower, jokingly saying something about how badly they smelled, put Micah's spunk-laden bedding from the previous day into the washing machine, and, after making up a story about a headache, had gone to my bedroom to lie down. I'm ashamed to say I'd cried myself to sleep, being as careful as I could not to do so loudly and hysterically so as not to upset the boys. To their credit, they'd both been extremely quiet. I only vaguely remember hearing the water running in the guest bathroom before I fell asleep. To give you an idea of how out of it I was, it never occurred to me to ponder the delicious idea that they'd most likely showered together, nor did it even remotely cross my mind what they might've gotten up to while taking said shower. As I said – out of it. Micah sticking his head in had been the first I'd heard out of them. "Nothing, Punky," I answered him. "I'm fine." I hadn't told him his mother's news, nor that I had even spoken to her. Talking about it made it real and I was still trying to deny reality. Another reason for not telling him had been my fear of his own reaction, though I doubted he could take it any worse than I had. He seemed a hell of lot stronger than I was. "Bullshit," he said. I heard the door open all the way and then shut a moment later. The mattress shifted as he climbed onto the bed. "Look at me, Simon." I rolled over on my back to face him. He was sitting Indian style in the middle of the bed, just inches from me. He wore a grey t-shirt emblazoned with the old black and yellow Batman logo and a pair of navy blue boxer-briefs. Adorable and incredibly sexy, but I wasn't allowing myself to dwell on such things right now. Micah reached out, grabbed my hand, and held it firmly. "What's wrong?" I sighed heavily. "Nothing." He slapped my leg with his free hand. "You. Are such. A fucking. Pain in the ass!" "Watch your—" "Dammit, Simon!" I hesitated for a few seconds. I had to tell him. "Your mom called today...while we were at the skate park." "So?" he replied with a shrug. I looked him square in his eyes. "She's coming home." My words lingered in the air for a moment as neither of us seemed to know what to say. I tried again to read Micah's facial expression, but it told me nothing. This kid would kill at poker. "Oh," he finally said. "When?" "Monday evening." "Shit." "Yeah." He shifted from his sitting position and scooted his body up next to mine, resting his head on my right shoulder, the exact position we'd woken up in this morning. He lifted his arm and draped it over my body, placing his hand on my chest. We stayed that way for a good five minutes, just enjoying being close to one another, before he finally broke the silence. "Why didn't you tell me?" I took a deep breath. "It's gonna sound stupid, but I didn't want to believe it. I thought that if I didn't say it aloud then it wouldn't be true." "Not stupid, but you still should've told me." I leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "I know, Punky." "It affects both of us, ya know? There's no reason for you to have to tweak all by yourself." "I'm sorry." He patted my chest with his hand and snuggled closer. "It's okay." What did it say about me that this fourteen-year-old kid was taking this so much better than I was? What sort of man did that make me? A fucking weak one. "It's not fair," I said. "We were supposed to have more time together. A week...maybe two. I know that's not long, but it seemed like we had all the time in the world." He turned his head and kissed my chest. "We do have all the time in the world." "You're taking this pretty well. I thought you'd be upset. That's the other reason I didn't want to tell you." He pulled away, climbed on top of me, and looked down into my eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful. "Can we do anything about it?" I shook my head. "Alright, then," he continued, "there's absolutely no reason to get tweaked over something we cannot control." "Easier said than done." He gave me a quick peck on my lips. "Look, Simon. I may not know much, but I do know one thing. I love you. I'm in love with you. Am I disappointed that we won't have more time alone together? Yes. Do I wish I could wake up next to you every morning? Abso-fucking-lutely." I opened my mouth to speak but he quickly shushed me. "If you tell me to watch my language again, I'll knee you in the nuts." My mouth quickly closed and I smiled. He nodded triumphantly and smiled back, his blue eyes twinkling. "Do you love me, Simon?" "More than you can possibly imagine." "Then we'll figure out how to make this work. We may not be able to live under the same roof, or sleep in the same bed every night, but I'll always be right next door. I'm not going anywhere, ya perv." I stared into those amazing azure eyes and saw the wisdom of the ancients, an old soul that had lived a thousand lifetimes. In at least one of those incarnations – if not many of them – he and I had been lovers. I was sure of it. How was it possible to feel such a strong connection with someone if you hadn't been together before in another reality? There was no doubt in my mind that we were meant to be together. Whether it be for this weekend only, or for as long as we both continued to draw breath, our relationship was ordained by something greater than us. Then again, maybe I was just completely full of shit and all this was just happening by a lucky roll of the dice. I don't know about the rest of it, but you're definitely full of shit. Oh, yeah? Well, fuck you...and your little dog, too. "What are you thinking about?" I smiled. "That we need to have copious amounts of sex before your mom comes home." I paused. "I'll take 'words I never thought I'd hear myself say' for a thousand, Alex." He giggled and leaned in for another kiss. As soon as our lips met, our mouths opened and our tongues touched. I reached around and cupped his ass with my hands. I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. "Mmm," he moaned, grinding his hips downward. My cock was rock hard, almost painfully so. I'm not exactly blessed in the size department, but based on the way Simon Junior was pushing for release, it felt like he might actually give Godzilla a run for his money should Junior ever decide to rampage Tokyo. Micah broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. His silky blond hair – if he ever cut it, I swear I'd go into mourning – hung down and tickled my forehead. I know I've said it repeatedly, but the boy was fucking beautiful. Angels only wished they looked this good. "Speaking of sex," I said, "what have you two been up to all afternoon? No good, I hope." He gave me another quick peck on the lips and continued to slowly hump my body. "Nothing, actually." My hands dug deep into his ass and I began grinding upwards into his right thigh, which had fallen in between my legs. I was so hot for this boy. "Nothing? Seriously? I figured you two would've been going at it like rabbits." He slid his body down until our cocks were right on top of each other and continued that slow, torturous grind. My hips responded in kind. "Fuck," I moaned. Micah flipped his hair and began moving his hips in a circular motion. It was all I could do to keep from throwing him down on his stomach and taking him right then and there. "Poor Parker," he said without breaking his rhythm. "He begged me to play with him, especially when we were in the shower." He reached down between us and tugged at my t-shirt. With a little help from me, and no small amount of effort, as neither of us were interested in ceasing the hot dry humping action we had going on, my shirt ended up on the floor next to the bed. Micah leaned over, took one of my nipples into his mouth, and gently began to nibble at it. I clenched my teeth and took in a sharp hiss of air. At fourteen-fucking-years-old this boy knew every button to push. He could probably push buttons where I didn't even know I had buttons. He came up for air and tweaked my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Still grinding into me, he continued the conversation as if none of this other stuff was going on. "But outside of making sure both our asses were nice and clean – he loved that part, by the way – I haven't touched him." "Why not?" I managed to ask. He gave me a sly grin. "I told him it wouldn't be any fun without you." The grinding continued. I didn't know how much longer I could take it. "Really?" I asked, genuinely shocked. He was actually suggesting we have a threesome with his cousin. Any doubts I'd ever had about possibly not living right were quickly quashed. I was apparently on the verge of cashing in some stellar good karma points. "Of course, silly," he said. "He either plays with both of us together, or he doesn't play at all. We're a package deal." I can neither confirm nor deny what I did next. It's entirely possible – and, again, I'm not admitting to anything – that I actually squealed with glee. If I did, who the fuck could blame me? I challenge you not to squeal like a little girl in this situation. You know you'd squeal. Don't try to deny it. "He really wants to play with you, by the way," Micah said. "Do you want to play with him?" "I'd be lying – and pretty stupid – if I said no, but I'm only okay with it if you are." It amazed me that we managed to have a coherent conversation in the midst of all that grinding. Speaking of, too much more of that and I'd blow my load right inside my briefs. "I don't care what you do with Parker as long as I get to join in. I like the idea of the three of us messing around together, don't you?" I wish I'd responded with a 'yes' in a deep, manly baritone. Or perhaps I could've gone the formal route and said something like, 'Why, yes, Micah, I find the idea of sexing up both you and your cousin quite delightful, thank you very much.' Hell, I could've simply nodded and it would've been a better response than what actually came out of my mouth. "Uh-huh," I said in a rather squeaky tone. Shut up! Don't judge me! Micah laughed as he leaned in and whispered, matter-of-factly, "He wants you to fuck him, by the way." Holy shit! And it's not even my birthday! I can't tell you the expression that came over my face, but it certainly amused the hell out of Micah. He busted out laughing. "If you could see the look on your face." Yeah, I bet. "And you – you'd be okay with that?" I managed to ask. He nodded. "Like I said—" A loud, desperate pounding on the bedroom door interrupted Micah. That's also when the grinding stopped. Good thing, too, because I was almost there. "You guys had fucking better not be having hot monkey sex in there!" Parker screamed. "At least not without me!" I looked up at my boy and cracked a smile. "Subtle, ain't he?" Micah giggled and turned his head toward the pounding. "Come on in, Park." The door opened and Parker stepped into the room. If sexual frustration could be measured by facial expression, his came in at about an 11.4 on the 'holy shit, I'm horny' scale. He took one look at Micah on top of me and threw his hands into the air. "Why the hell did you start already? You can't spell 'come' without 'me'." "You're a classy guy, Boy Wonder," I said, referring to his shirt. He was wearing an orange tee with a yellow 'R' inside a black circle over the left breast. It was too small for him, which made him even more pleasing to look at. First, it was too tight in the chest, which gave away his two very erect nipples. Second, the bottom of the shirt rested just above his navel, revealing way more flat boy belly than the law likely allowed. The green boxer briefs that completed the ensemble were exactly the right size for him, but they did very little to hide his obvious state of arousal. He wasn't shy about it either. He was proud of every one of the three-plus inches that strained against the fabric, and it showed in the way he walked with his hips thrust forward. Whether or not that was a conscious decision, his telling smirk revealed he was aware of my eyes' laser focus on his boyhood. Every line, and every detail, of his tiny cocklet were visible through the soft material. "That's cute, by the way," I added. "Batman and Robin." Parker rolled his eyes as he hopped onto the bed. "Yeah, there's a story there. The Dim Knight over here got the bright idea that we should be superheroes, so he went through his closet and pulled out all his comic book shirts. I wanted to be Superman, but nooooooo. He just had to be Batman, so I'm stuck being the Boy Blunder suffering a growth spurt." Parker tugged at the 'too-tight' tee, obviously annoyed at having been relegated to sidekick status. "You didn't have any red boxer-briefs to go with the Superman shirt," Micah stated, as if it were the most obvious thing ever. "The only color you brought that would match any of my shirts was green." The 'duh, Park' wasn't spoken, but strongly implied. Parker rolled his eyes again. "Oh, geez, heaven forbid my fucking underwear doesn't match my fucking shirt. You're so fucking gay. Besides, dude...Robin? I mean, come on. Robin's a pussy!" The absurdity of the situation was not lost on me. Here I was about to have a threesome with two teenagers and we were discussing fashion choices and the merits of a superhero sidekick. Then again, I was about to have a threesome with two teenagers. What the fuck did I care about a little absurdity? "Robin's not so bad," I said. "I'm all about the older guy-younger guy dynamic. Besides, you make a very sexy Robin." He smiled proudly. "I do, don't I?" "Yep, and count your blessings. At least it's not an Aquaman shirt. Now there's a pussy." "Truth," Parker replied. "Now let's make with some sex already. The Park-man needs some lovin'." You can say what you want about him, but the kid was a force of nature in a convenient, pint-sized package. "Wow," was all I could say. "You have a lot to learn about foreplay." Parker pointed to his crotch. "It ain't gonna suck itself, Simon." I looked at Micah, who simply flipped his hair and shrugged. Had this been one of those cheesy pornos, the 'bow chicka bow bow' music would've been our cue to start the action. As things stood, however, we all just sat there not knowing what to do or say. This had to be the most awkward beginning to a ménage à trois in history. You can lead three horses to water... "I guess we'd better get started, Punky," I finally said. "The 'Park-man' has needs after all." "Damn straight," Parker answered. Micah rolled off me and moved over toward his cousin. He started to remove Parker's shirt, but I stopped him. "Nuh-uh, the t-shirts stay where they are for now. They're kinda hot." I pointed to Parker. "Lay down over here, Boy Wonder." He opened his mouth to speak, something sarcastic most assuredly, but I held up my hand. "And keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear another word out of you unless you're screaming my name." "Actually, Simon," Micah said, a little uncomfortably, "you should...umm...lie down and be quiet." He didn't sound at all sure of himself, so I didn't know if I should take him seriously. I hazarded a glance at Parker, who offered a smirk in return. "You heard him, manwhore," he said, a little too triumphantly. "Lie down over here." He pointed to the middle of the bed with a flourish. It quickly occurred to me that he might be enjoying this a little too much. I had to admit that I was intrigued, so I scooted myself over to where I was instructed and propped myself up against two pillows. "What's going on, guys?" "Zip it!" Parker said. Micah smiled. "We sort of came up with a plan while you were sleeping." "Yeah," Parker added. "You have to do what we say...and not a word out of you unless you're screaming our names." I smiled. This was going to be fun. "And no touching yourself," Micah said, as he skillfully unfastened my jeans. I raised my ass off the mattress. He aggressively removed my pants and tossed them to the floor. This left me wearing nothing but my red boxer-briefs, from which my cock was desperately ready to escape. The boys positioned themselves on either side of me, even with my waist. They leaned over my body and pressed their lips together. Within seconds, their mouths were open and they were practically trying to swallow each other's faces. Micah reached his hand around and grabbed his cousin's ass. Parker responded by moving his hand down to Micah's crotch and grabbing hold of his cloth-covered dick. Micah moaned in response. My own cock throbbed inside my undies, begging for some attention. There was nothing like a little hot boy-on-boy action to get the old motor running. Micah's hand moved around and cupped Parker's bulge. The boys were now fondling each other as they continued their mammoth make out session. Their moans were like an erotic symphony playing in perfect harmony. The air in the room began to grow hot and smell of feral boy. No fantasy you've ever entertained, no steamy porno you might've watched on the Internet, hell, nothing you've actually witnessed with your own two eyes, could possibly compare with the sight before me. The words I write now can't even come close to describing the scene that unfolded. I was afraid even to blink for fear of missing a fraction of a second. Parker moved his free hand to Micah's side and slid his fingers inside the waistband of his cousin's boxer-briefs, eagerly yanking them down. Micah's slender cock, now free from its prison, stuck out straight from his body at attention. Parker wrapped his fist around the shaft and began jacking it. Micah moaned louder in response. Their lips parted. Parker began kissing his way down his cousin's body, stopping first at his neck, lingering there for a moment. Then, he lifted the Batman tee and attacked Micah's left nipple, which he sucked and nibbled at with no small amount of eagerness. These boys had most likely spent much time learning how to pleasure each other and they obviously enjoyed doing so. Both cousins were intimately familiar with their partner's body and knew exactly what turned the other on. It was a beautiful thing to behold. Letting Micah's t-shirt fall back down, Parker plopped himself on his ass and stared intently at Micah's cock, gazing upon it as if it were an object worthy of worship. It was worthy, I knew, an item more precious than silver or gold, and it deserved to be bowed down before, to have songs sung of its glory. Parker had worshipped at this particular altar before, as had I, and looked anxious to pay homage again. He opened his mouth and took in his cousin's entire length with ease. Micah responded by letting out a loud moan. "Oh, god, Park," he said, his eyes closing and his head tilting back. It almost seemed wrong to watch, as if I was intruding on something deeply personal and intimate, but I knew these boys were performing just for me. They'd spent the hours I'd been sleeping plotting their little show. It was all I could do to keep from jerking down my briefs and jacking myself until I came. I'd been instructed not to do that, however, and I was afraid of doing anything that might make them stop. Parker pistoned back and forth on Micah's prick; his cousin, hands planted firmly on the back of Parker's head, thrust his hips in a steady rhythm, greedily fucking the younger boy's face. To his credit, Parker took it all like a champ, never once breaking stride, turning his head from side to side as he continued to suck. "Fuck," Micah screamed. That only encouraged Parker to move faster, assaulting the older boy's dick with reckless abandon. He reached his hands up and planted them firmly on Micah's ass, who moaned as the fingers dug into both cheeks. A thin layer of perspiration covered the boys' exposed skin, causing it to glisten brightly in the late afternoon light that still shone through the window. "Shit, Park, I'm close." Parker increased his speed; Micah matched the rhythm. "Oh, fuck!" Micah yelled as his body spasmed. "Unnnggghhh!" Micah continued to thrust his hips as he blew his load into Parker's waiting mouth. The younger boy did his best to take it all in, but a little dribbled out through his lips and down his chin. Micah stopped thrusting and nearly collapsed under the weight of his intense orgasm. Parker pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. He looked down at me and smirked. "Enjoying the show, perv?" I simply nodded, afraid to break the 'no talking' rule. "You haven't seen anything yet," Micah said. He reached over and yanked down Parker's undies, causing the younger boy's three-and-half-inch cock to flop out and stand erect. It was so damn beautiful, almost an exact replica of Micah's, only an inch shorter. The shaft was thin and led up to a perfectly shaped head. He was completely devoid of any pubic hair, which caused his raging boyhood to stand out all the more against his milky white skin. Parker moved up the bed and straddled my chest, positioning himself so that his cock was right in front of my face. I looked up at him and smiled, knowing what he wanted me to do and anxious to get started. "What are you waiting for, bitch? Like I said, it ain't gonna suck itself." I opened my mouth and sucked in Parker's small penis. He let out a sharp hiss of air in response. "Fuuuccckkk!" he moaned. With my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, creating the perfect amount of suction, I began bobbing back and forth, determined to please him, as he'd never been pleased before. While I adored Micah's dick, and enjoyed pleasuring it, Parker's was a more convenient size for sucking. I much preferred smaller cocks, which I suppose put me in the minority, and Micah's four-and-a-half inches were about as much as I ever wanted in my mouth. I don't know how Micah managed to take in my full length. The boy was brimming with hidden talent. Speaking of Micah, he yanked down my underwear and pulled them off me, almost ripping them in the process. He then straddled me and positioned himself behind Parker, wrapping his arms around the younger boy and tilting his head down to kiss Parker's neck. Micah moved his hands down his cousin's body, one gripping and massaging his nut sack, while the other moved back up and tweaked a nipple through the Robin t-shirt. Parker moaned loudly as I continued to work his cock with my mouth. He reached his left hand around to grope Micah's ass, while his right hand grabbed the side of the older boy's head. He moved his own head around so the two of them could share a sloppy wet kiss. I watched as their tongues danced around outside of their mouths and felt my cock grow even harder. I was beginning to wonder if it would need any physical stimulation at this point to relieve my load. The sheer hotness of the scene playing out before me was enough to cause a spontaneous orgasm all by itself. "Mmm," Parker moaned through their erotic kiss. I increased my rhythm, moving my head back and forth, side to side, pausing every few seconds to tease his tiny cock head. He began thrusting himself in and out of my mouth in response. The volume and frequency of his moans increased. I knew he was close. "Oh, shit!" Parker screamed. "Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhh!" He erupted into my mouth, shooting a couple of small-sized squirts of boy come into my mouth. I took it all in and swallowed it down. With a goofy, but satisfied, smile on his face, Parker pulled out of me and collapsed backward into Micah's arms. "Fuck," he said, trying to regain his balance. "I told you he was good," Micah said. Parker recovered quickly, doing his level best to wipe the 'sex coma' look from his face, which he mostly managed to do, replacing it with a sort of half-smirk. "Meh," he said. "He's okay, I guess." Despite the fact that I was alright with Parker not being able to admit that he'd just received great head, I flipped him off on general principle. No man likes to be told they're less than stellar in the sack, even when they know it's a lie. Parker just laughed as he climbed off me, leaving my beloved in full view. Micah was rock hard again, his slender dick sticking straight out in front of him. He looked down at me with those twinkling blue eyes and flipped his hair. "You havin' fun, Simon?" I nodded, still not saying a word. I really wanted to ask what was next, but I figured I'd find out soon enough. The boys positioned themselves on either side of me again, their heads even with my crotch. Micah lay on my left side, with his feet facing me; Parker lay on my right, with his feet facing me. They extended their arms and locked hands over my stomach. Micah's free hand moved up my left thigh slowly and sensuously, until finally it took hold of my sack. He gently massaged me, first one ball, then the other, kneading them through his fingers. I spread my legs open a little wider to give him better access to explore. Parker's free hand latched onto the base of my throbbing manhood and slowly began jacking it. "Fuck," I moaned, grateful that my dick was finally getting some attention. Parker leaned his head over my cock and studied it curiously. I fairly certain that he was thinking about how he was going to manage. Six inches wasn't that long, but it must've looked huge to his thirteen-year-old eyes, especially if Micah's was the only one he'd ever sucked. He didn't have to take it all in as far as I was concerned, just as long as he wrapped his lips around it. While Parker formulated his plan of attack, Micah nudged his cousin's hand away from my shaft, then leaned over and wrapped his lips around the base, softly kissing at it. His hand continued to play with my balls as he moved his mouth up the entire length of my cock. When he reached the head, Parker moved in on the other side and they both began licking it furiously, pausing every few seconds to kiss each other. Having these two lovely boys work me over with their tongues was incredibly hot, and I could feel myself inch ever closer to a massive orgasm. Micah moved down my shaft again while Parker opened his mouth and took the head in; wrapping his soft, wet lips around it. He hesitated there for a moment, as if he wasn't sure about himself, but soon began teasing me with his tongue. "Oh, yeah," I gasped. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Parker moved slowly downwards, until he had about half of me inside his mouth. Apparently deciding that was about as far as he wanted to go, which was just fine with me, he cautiously began bobbing his head back and forth. Micah, meanwhile, continued to milk my balls and work his magic on my shaft. Damn, it felt incredible. Two boys doing their level best to get me off was better than a fantasy realized. It was fucking nirvana. Well, making love to Micah – which would hopefully happen soon – was my version of nirvana, but this was pretty stinking close. I had to fight my instincts, which told me to thrust my hips upwards, because I didn't want to spook Parker, who was just now beginning to seem comfortable with what he was doing. "Fuck, Parker," I said to encourage him. "Fuck, yeah." His lips formed a smile as they surrounded my cock. I moved my hand down and gently placed it on the back of his head. Micah unlocked hands with his cousin and reached over to grab mine. Our fingers intertwined as he backed away from my shaft. He smiled up at me and mouthed the words, 'I love you'. I smiled back and squeezed his hand. He gently nudged Parker out of the way. "Let me take over, Park." Parker simply nodded and moved away as Micah opened his mouth and swallowed my entire length, wrapping his lips around it and furiously bobbing his head. "Oh, god," I moaned. Micah moved faster. Parker could only watch in amazement as his cousin worked my full cock like a pro. While Parker's skills were nothing to be ashamed of, he had a lot to learn when it came to giving head. My boy stopped long enough to reposition himself on top of my body, with his ass directly in my face. A subtle hint this wasn't. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I reached up and spread his soft cheeks with my hands, exposing his tight pucker. While he resumed sucking me off, I pushed my fingers in to spread his hole and then buried my tongue inside it. "Mmm," he cooed, working me faster. I inhaled deeply the scent of body wash and musk, briefly imagining the fun the boys must've had making sure they were both clean enough for this. I remember Micah having said that Parker had enjoyed it and couldn't wait to give Parker the same treatment. Micah squirmed above me as my tongue probed deeper inside him, his moans growing louder and more frequent. The further I prodded, the more aggressive he sucked. It wasn't going to be long now. I could feel the orgasm building deep within my balls. I probed him deeper, determined to please him as much as he was pleasing me. "Mmm...fuck," Micah mumbled with his mouth around me, his tongue skillfully teasing the head of my dick. A small hand – presumably Parker's (he probably felt left out at this point) – began massaging my balls. I couldn't take it any longer. After one last good prod from my tongue, my head fell back against the pillows and I let out a loud moan. "Oh, fuck!" The orgasm was so intense that Micah's mom probably heard my scream from four hours away. My hips thrust upwards as I shot several generous spurts into Micah's waiting mouth, which he lapped up hungrily. A few seconds later, he pulled away, climbed off me, and resumed his previous position across from Parker on my left side. I soon felt another set of lips encircle the head of my dick, and a small hand wrap itself around my shaft to milk me dry. Parker's little tongue licked all around, sucking up every remaining drop and then pulled away. Micah swooped in to clean up any that might have remained. "Huh – holy shit, guys," I said, trying to catch my breath. They leaned over my body and shared another hot kiss. When their lips parted, they both turned to face me with huge smiles on their faces. They were obviously proud of themselves. "You guys planned one hell of a party," I added. Parker giggled, removing his shirt. "But wait," he announced, "there's more." He said it in a voice that led me to believe I'd receive a free set of steak knives if I ordered within the next thirty minutes. "More?!" I said in a high-pitched, sing-songy voice, like how that dude had responded to Oliver Twist when asked if he could have more gruel. The boys both looked at me as if I'd grown another head. "Before your time," I added, momentarily lamenting the age difference and their lack of knowledge regarding classic musicals. "Never mind." Micah rolled off the bed, removed his shirt, and looked at me. "You got any lube, Simon?" I pointed at the nightstand. "Top drawer." He opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle. He turned toward his cousin. "You sure about this, Park?" I glanced over at the younger boy, who nodded, but looked apprehensive. I grabbed hold of his hand. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He nodded. "I know, but I want to. I mean, I want Micah to do it to me first, cuz he's smaller." His eyes got really big. "You're huge!" I laughed. "I'm not, really, but any size is going to feel huge your first time. Are you sure you want to do this?" He nodded again. "Okay," I said, "we'll just need to make sure we loosen you up really well." He smiled nervously. He didn't look sure at all, the poor little guy. He looked scared to death. I turned to Micah. "I don't think this is a good idea, Punky." Parker squeezed my hand. "No...no, it's alright. I promise." I looked at him skeptically. As much as I relished the idea of tapping his ass, the last thing I wanted was for him to feel he was being forced into something. "You're sure?" I asked him. "You're absolutely positive?" He nodded, looking a little surer of himself this time. "Okay," I said, "but if at any point you want it to end, if it gets to be too much, you say so. Promise me, okay? Nobody will be mad at you. No really means no." "I promise," he replied with a smile. I turned to Micah. "You understand that?" Micah nodded. I grabbed one of the pillows I'd been propped up against and tossed it to Parker. "Here's what I want you to do, big guy. Get up on your knees and face away from me." He did so. "Good," I said. "Now spread your legs wide, grab hold of the pillow, and put your front end down on the bed with your ass up in the air. Got it?" He assumed the position, exactly as he'd been instructed. "That's good, buddy," I encouraged. "Now I think you're probably going to like this next part, but you let me know if it gets too weird." "Okay." I positioned myself behind him on my knees, then bent over and dug my hands inside his perfect butt cheeks. His tiny pucker winked at me. I gently spread his hole with my fingers and moved my face in. When my tongue made contact, he let out a little gasp. "It's okay, Park," Micah said. I began by gently teasing the outside, getting him used to being touched there. He let out an adorable little whimper in response. The smell of wild, untamed boy filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. I loved that smell. It was enough to make me rock hard and ready to go again. After another minute or so, I slowly began to probe my way inside. "Oh, god," he moaned. Taking that as a sign that he was enjoying himself, I pushed a little deeper. He moaned louder. "Oh, fuck," he cried. "You okay, Parker?" Micah asked. The younger boy moaned. "Yeah," he managed to respond. "Fuuuccckkk!" Parker's body trembled. "Mmm," he cooed. The unmistakable sound of fapping filled the air, as Parker began pounding his small cock. I guess he really was enjoying the attention. I thought briefly how this must've made quite a show for Micah to watch from the sidelines. I pulled away and turned to my boy. "Give me some of that lube, Punky," I said as I held out my hand. Micah flipped open the cap and squirted a generous amount of the smooth liquid into my hand. "Thanks," I said. "Now put some on your dick. Make it nice and slick." He applied some to his hand and began to lube up his cock. I turned my attention back to Parker. "Okay, little man, I need you to try and relax for me. We'll take this nice and slow." "Mmm'kay," he said. I made sure my finger was nicely lubed up and then gently pressed it against his hole. He clenched up tight. "Just relax," I said. "Push out like you're trying to poop." I pushed against him again and managed to push the tip of my finger in. He let out a sharp hiss. "Shit!" "You okay, buddy?" I asked. "Uh-huh," he managed to say. He'd ceased the fapping, obviously trying to devote all his concentration to the invading force of my finger. I looked around to see him clutching the pillow for dear life. "I'm gonna push in a little further." He managed to relax and my finger made it about a quarter of the way in. It was warm and tight inside him. I couldn't wait to plant my cock in there. "Fuck!" he groaned. "Are you sure that's just your finger?" I chuckled. "Yep. You want me to stop?" I could feel his sphincter relax around me. "No," he replied. "Just go slow, okay?" "Sure thing." Gradually moving forward, I pushed in to my knuckle and stopped. "Half-way there, big guy. Still good?" "Yeah." I continued probing until all of my index finger was inside him. He let out another breath and then something that sounded like a moan. "You're doin' great, Parker," I encouraged. Gently, and ever so slowly, I began pulling and then pushing back in. Parker moaned in response. I increased my speed until I was finger-fucking him at a pretty steady rate. His moaning continued. This went on for several minutes. He seemed to be enjoying himself, going so far as to push backwards as I pushed in, matching my rhythm. When I was satisfied that he was nice and loose, I spread more lube in and around his hole. Micah had been watching intently, his slender prick ready and waiting to get in on the action. I squirted some more lube on my hand and gave his cock another good coating. Moving to Parker's side so Micah could position himself behind his cousin, I placed my hand on the younger boy's back and reached underneath him and slowly began stroking his little dick with my lubed-up hand. "Take it really slow," I instructed Micah. He pressed his boyhood against Parker's hole and slowly began to push forward. "Fuck!" Parker hissed. I rubbed his back and continued to jack him. "Just relax, Parker." It took a little time, but Micah finally managed to bury himself inside his cousin. "Damn," he said. "This feels awesome. How about you, Park?" Parker let out a little moan. "It's not so – fuck – bad." My hand moved down and gently rubbed Parker's ass while my other hand continued playing with his cock. "You ready for it?" Micah asked. "Yuh – yeah," Parker managed to say. Micah slowly pulled backwards and then pushed back in. "Oh, god," he moaned. "Fuck!" Parker said. My hand continued its work on the younger boy's dick as Micah began moving gingerly in and out of his cousin. Parker let out a loud moan with each thrust. "You okay?" I asked him. "Yeah," Parker said between moans. "I kinda – I kinda like it. It feels – oh, god...oh, fuck – it feels good." Micah increased his rhythm. "Oh, yeah," Parker said as he began moving in sync with Micah's thrusts. There are no words to describe, at least not adequately, how hot it was to watch as Micah fucked his cousin. Seeing those two sexy blond boys engaged in this most intimate act was incredibly erotic, and I knew that I now had enough fantasy material deposited in my 'spank bank' to last me several lifetimes. My cock was rock hard again, desperate for release. God, I hoped Parker would still let me do him. Other than Micah, I'd never wanted to fuck anybody so bad. I jacked Parker's cock harder. "Shit!" he screamed. "I'm gonna – I'm gonna – oh, fuck!" His entire body shook as the power of the orgasm overtook him. He shot a couple of nice squirts of boy come all over the blanket of my bed. I continued milking his little cock until I was satisfied there was nothing left. Micah, meanwhile, had developed a nice, steady pace, moving in and out of Parker's sweet ass much faster now. I could hear the fap fap fap of skin against skin each time he pushed all the way in. Parker, to his credit, was taking it like a man. He was matching Micah thrust for thrust, pushing backward each time his cousin moved forward. It was a beautiful thing to behold. "Yeah," Micah said, his head tilted back, and eyes closed. "Fuck yeah," Parker moaned. I moved behind Micah and wrapped my arms around him. I leaned my head over until my lips were right next to his ear. "I love you," I said, nibbling at his earlobe. With his head tilted back, it gave me perfect access to his incredibly sexy neck. I took my left hand and pulled his head to one side, my mouth bathing his skin with kisses and gentle bites. My other hand reached up and began tweaking one of his nipples. I pressed my hardness against his back and began thrusting forward against him. "I – I love – love you, too," he managed to say between his moans. "Oh, god, Micah," Parker screamed. "Fuck!" Both of the boys' blond hair had become dark with sweat, as the air in the room had become white hot. They were moving together so much faster now and the fap fap fap sound became so loud it was deafening. I knew Micah had to be close. I certainly hoped he was, because I wanted my turn. "Fuck, Park," Micah screamed. "I'm gonna – oh, fuck!" He increased his speed and pounded Parker's ass. His body shook as he unloaded into his cousin. "Fuck, yeah," Micah moaned, falling back against me. I held him tightly as he slowed his thrusts, and finally pulled his cock from Parker's ass. The younger boy collapsed onto the bed, grasping the pillows as if his life depended on it. "Damn, that was hot," I said, to no one in particular. Micah nodded. "Yeah." I glanced down at Parker, who lay motionless before us on the bed. "You okay, Parker?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment, but finally rolled over. He had the unmistakable look of satisfaction on his face. "That – was—" he said, between breaths. "That was – amazing! Holy shit!" Both Micah and I laughed. "It was awesome," Micah agreed. He dropped down onto the bed next to his cousin and they shared another prolonged kiss. How quickly things had changed. Just forty-eight hours prior, I hadn't considered myself a boy lover. Now, I had not one, but two, naked, underage lads, their milky white bodies shimmering brightly with perspiration, lying before me. I'd gone from, 'Boy lover? Me? Nope, never!' to, 'I am Sir Simon of Campbell, Slayer of Boy's Hearts! Bow down and worship at my feet, foolish mortals!' in no time at all. Okay, so maybe the 'slayer of boy's hearts' thing was a little much, but it's my story to tell, isn't it? Anyway, was this the best weekend ever, or what? A small hand wrapped itself around my cock, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked down to see Parker smiling up at me. "We might as well get this over with," he said, matter-of-factly. I smiled back. "Wow, I'm overwhelmed by your enthusiasm. You sure you still want to go through with it?" He nodded. "What about you, buddy?" I asked Micah. "You okay with it?" "Yeah, sure. I can't wait to see you make Park your bitch." Parker flipped him off. "Right, like you're not gonna be his bitch at some point." "Well, you're already my bitch, so—" "Alright, guys," I said, "enough of that. Nobody's anybody's bitch, okay? We're just having a good time. So, how do you want it, bitch...I mean, Parker?" Micah giggled. Parker took his free hand (his other was still holding my dick) and poked his finger into my chest. "Bitch, huh?" he said with a smirk. "Well, the way I look at it, you want what I got, and I don't have to give it to you. Seems like that sort of makes you my bitch, doesn't it?" He gave my cock a hard tug to prove his point. I held up my hands as a symbol of surrender. "Okay, first of all, I was kidding. Second, as long as somebody gets me off, I don't care whose bitch I am. Third, somebody needs to get me off because I'm dyin' over here." Parker laughed and let go of my cock. He turned his body around, and assumed his previous position: ass straight up in the air, head down, and his arms holding onto the pillows. "I ought to make you beg for it, pervo," he said with a laugh. Micah raised himself up from the mattress, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount into his hand and began slicking up my dick. I felt a little jolt of electricity shoot through my body the moment his skin touched mine. As hot as it had been to be pleasured by Parker – by hand or by mouth – it didn't compare to being touched by Micah. I knew it would be the same with what was about to happen. As much as I longed to feel myself inside Parker, it didn't compare to the aching desire I had to make love to his cousin. "You ready, bud?" I asked Parker. "Go for it." He let out a sharp hiss as I began to push into him. Though he was still somewhat loose from Micah's handiwork, his hole felt tight around my larger cock. "Damn!" he cried. "You're fucking huge!" I chuckled. "And you're great for my ego. Are you okay?" He let out another groan. "Yeah, I think so. Just move a little slower. It feels like you're splitting me in two." I took my time, not wanting to hurt him, until finally my patience was rewarded and I was balls deep inside. While I paused to give him a chance to get used to my girth, it occurred to me that Parker would be the first true boy I'd fucked. I'd had a handful of both male and female partners over the years, but they'd mostly been around my same age. Until now, Kaz had been my youngest conquest. Despite his age, however, it was obvious I was not his first time at the rodeo. He'd ridden more than a few bulls in his day. I knew now there was nothing that could compare to fucking a boy. How could you possibly want anything else after this? Well, other than Micah, of course. I still wanted – no, needed – to share this with him. My gaze shifted to my beautiful teen lover and we exchanged smiles. I reached to grab his hand, hoping the gesture (and the smile) would convey what I desperately wanted to speak aloud, but dare not for the sake of sparing Parker's feelings. "He's only a fuck, Punky," I would say. "It means nothing." God, that sounds cold. It did mean something to me, as did Parker, but making love to Micah, whenever that happened, would mean far more. As if he somehow understood, could read my mind, Micah squeezed my hand and nodded. He was giving me his permission. It wouldn't seem right otherwise. Slowly, gently, I began thrusting in and out of Parker. "Oh, god," he moaned. After a few minutes, I increased my speed. Parker responded by pushing back into me with every thrust. "Mmm, yeah," I said. Micah moved around behind me and pressed his body against mine. One hand found its way around to Parker's cock, which he began to jack. His other hand moved down and milked my balls. I felt his lubed dick press into my back every time I pulled out of Parker. The three of us found a steady rhythm. Micah put his mouth next to my ear. "Fuck him, Simon," he whispered. "Fuck his ass." Animal instinct took over and soon I was jackhammering in and out of the younger boy as hard and as fast as I could. Parker took it. He took it better than any man three times his age and experience would have. He seemed to enjoy being fucked, and I certainly enjoyed fucking him. Micah, too, had matched our speed, humping my back with a furious and desperate pace. He came first. "Oh, shit!" he screamed into my ear. "Unnnggghhh!" I felt his warm, sticky seed shoot all over my back as he continued to thrust forwards while releasing his load. His mouth moved down and began smothering my neck with kisses, stopping every so often to nibble at the skin. He continued to milk my balls with one hand and jack Parker's tiny prick with the other. Parker came next. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned. "Ohhhhh!" He squirted a few squirts of his spunk all over the blanket. His orgasm caused him to clamp down on my cock, and that was all she wrote. I came. "Fuuuccckkk!" I groaned, thrusting deep within him and releasing my load. It was a massive climax, and it literally knocked me over with its intensity. I collapsed on top of Parker, Micah collapsed on top of me, and the three of us ended up in a hot, sweaty, sticky pile on the mattress, each one panting heavily and trying to catch our breath. We laid there for several minutes, exhausted from our sex marathon. Parker finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "Guys," he said from the bottom of the heap, his voice muffled. "I can't breathe." Both Micah and I busted out laughing as we rolled off him. He turned over on his back, trying to look annoyed, but it was obvious he was trying to hide a smile. "No, no, don't worry about me, guys. I don't need any air. I'm doing just fine. Thanks for asking." That just made us laugh even harder, and eventually Parker was laughing right along with us. This was good because it helped to break the tension of no one knowing what to say, and it was ending our threesome on just as awkward a note as it had begun. "Guys," I said, "that was amazing. Thank you." Micah reached over, grabbed my hand, and gave it a good squeeze. "That was really hot. We should do that again." "Again?" Parker asked incredulously. "Damn, I may never walk right after this, but by all means let's do it again! Holy shit!" We broke out laughing again. "Sorry, Park." "'Sorry', he says. Well, sorry isn't gonna heal my ass, shit-for-brains. So unless you're willing to hang a 'now boarding' sign on your backside, you're out of luck. Parker World is closed. No more rides today." I scooted over and gave Parker a quick kiss on his cheek. "You were awesome, buddy. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did." He thought for a moment. "I did, actually," he said. Then, he added, "I think I've found a new hobby." "Everybody needs a hobby, kid, and you're a fucking natural." The three of us smelled of stale come and sweat. We needed a shower. "Let's get cleaned up, guys," I suggested, "and then we'll go out for pizza. I'm starving." Micah rolled off the bed and smiled. "You sure you're okay, Parker? Do you need a wheelchair?" Parker raised himself off the mattress and swung his legs over the side. "Very funny, assface," he said, standing up. "Really fucking hilarious." I looked over at Parker. "My shower's big enough for all three of us. Go get it started and we'll be there in a moment." He nodded and walked – well, more like he hobbled – into the bathroom. I scooted over to the side of the bed and sat on its edge. I held out my arms to Micah. "Come here, Punky." He stepped up and I pulled him into a bear hug. "Thank you." He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tight. "For what?" I broke the hug and he moved back. "For loving me, mainly," I said, "but also for all that. You really planned it? Just for me?" He nodded. "Yeah. Well, me and Park did." I chuckled. "You really know how to show a guy a good time." He smiled and flipped his hair. "Only the best for the man I love." I'm embarrassed to say I felt tears come to my eyes. I pulled him into another hug in the hope he wouldn't notice. I was turning into a gigantic girl. "I love you, too, Micah. God knows I do." He hugged me quickly and then pushed away. "Are you crying?" he asked with a grin. "Geez, you're such girl." I laughed again. "I can't help it, buddy. That's just how happy you make me." He blushed and flipped his hair again. "Come on," he said, taking my hand. "Let's get you cleaned up. You smell like a two dollar hooker." I stood up from the bed and let him lead me into the bathroom, trying desperately to wipe away the tears of joy before Parker could see them. This is not the end. There's more Micah and Me coming your way! Don't give up on me! :) Remember, your comments are appreciated. The more notes I receive, the more I'm inclined to keep writing. Drop me a line at micah.parker@live.com to let me know what you think. Many thanks to those who've written so far.