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.

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Author's Note: Sorry the long delay! I needed to take a break from writing for a while. I hope you find it worth the wait.


Chapter Nine

Thanks to Micah's profound sense of fairness, our quick shower to cleanse us of the hot gorilla sex funk turned out to be not so quick. As we walked into the bathroom, I'd jokingly pointed out that the boys had both had three orgasms, while I'd only had two. I didn't possibly think I could come again so quickly, thus the joking manner in which I'd pointed it out, but Micah took it as a challenge. Insisting that fair was fair, he and his cousin took turns sucking me off in the shower.

Though it took a little longer than usual, I did come that third time, right into Parker's hot little mouth. The boy's skills were greatly improving under Micah's careful tutelage and he seemed to take an enormous amount of pride in the pleasure he gave me. The boy was perfectly suited for – and even enjoyed – taking cock. He was well on his way to breaking many hearts. If I'd not already fallen ass-over-teakettle for his cousin, my own heart might have been the first casualty. In many ways, he was easier to fall in love with than Micah.

After we showered and dressed, we made our way to my favorite pizza joint, Uncle Maddio's. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't felt like a younger, pederastic version of Hugh Hefner when I walked into the restaurant accompanied by my two teenage companions. All that was missing was red the smoking jacket. All eyes – both male and female – seemed to be upon us as we walked up to the counter to place our order. Those glances, both curious and lustful (the curious glances were towards me, the lustful ones, of course, toward the boys), followed us all the way to the booth in the back corner. The attention made me wonder if everyone somehow knew what the three of us had been up to earlier. If that was the case, then I'm sure the curious glances were asking what in the hell I had done to deserve such good fortune. The lustful glances needed no explanation – the boys were walking, talking wet dreams.

Micah had opted for low-riding skinny jeans again – a gray pair this time – that hung low enough to reveal the waistband of his undies. He wore the same Batman t-shirt and navy blue boxer-briefs he'd had on before our sexual shenanigans. The tight pants hung at just the right spot to accentuate his picture-perfect ass, which seemed to be the focal point of many stares. Parker looked no less fine in his baggy brown cargo shorts that appeared ready to drop at any moment (I'm not sure what was holding them up), revealing the top third of his green boxer-briefs. He was wearing the coveted Superman tee he'd bitched about earlier, though Micah had once again pointed out how they didn't match ("There was no green on Superman's costume, Park!"). Thanks to the cruising altitude of his pants, even more of his fine fabric-covered ass was on display. I think Parker's ass had even more admirers than Micah's, but it really was too close to call.

One dude in particular, a guy a few years my junior, sitting with his wife and toddler daughter, seemed to be having some difficulty keeping his tongue in his mouth as he gazed longingly at Parker's posterior. The wife, a rather nasty-looking piece of work, who was droning on about one thing or another, apparently didn't notice that she'd lost her husband's attention. When he caught me staring, he smiled uncomfortably and tried to look innocent. I gave him a shit-eating grin and a nod that I hoped said, 'Oh, yeah, I tapped that.' I'm not sure if he got that message, but it certainly didn't seem to deter him from staring.

Another guy, mid-fifties if I had to venture a guess, seemed equally as interested in Micah. His eyes moved up and down my lover's body with a lecherous gaze that left nothing to question. It's funny how I never noticed things like this before I'd come out to myself as a boy lover. Was this how Micah saw me when I looked at him? Was I just as obvious? I hoped that I had been a little more discreet, but I doubted it.

As we sat down in the booth (Micah and I on one side, Parker on the other), I nodded my head towards the people in the restaurant.

"Y'all seem to be drawing a lot of attention," I said. "I could make a fortune pimping you both out."

Micah nodded. "Yeah, I saw that old dude checking me out." He shuddered. "Creepy."

"That's the same way you accused me of looking at you yesterday. You don't think I'm creepy."

He put his hand on my leg. "No, you're not creepy. You're sexy." He gave my leg a squeeze to emphasize his point. "Besides, that guy's just old."

I didn't feel the need to point out that I wasn't really that far behind Mr. Creepy Guy in age, mainly because I didn't want to admit it myself. Okay, and partly because I didn't want to remind Micah.

Parker snorted. "At least the guy ogling me isn't a month away from pooping himself in an adult diaper. Assface here seems to attract the crypt-keeper types." He paused, realizing the implication he'd just made. He covered with what he probably thought was an apologetic smile, but was actually just another version of his trademark smirk. "No offense, dude."

I reached my hand up to my face and scratched my nose with my middle finger. "None taken."

He laughed. "And I have to admit that fucktard is right. You are kinda sexy…you know, for an old guy."

I gently kicked his leg under the table. "Oh, sorry, Parker, we old guys sometimes can't control our reflexes."

"Watch it, Grandpa," he shot back. "You'd better behave if you wanna visit Parker World again."

I'm thankful that the decibel level in the restaurant was just a hair or two below that of a jet engine. That made it far less likely that anyone could overhear our conversation.

"And what's that ride called, Park? It's a Small World?" Micah laughed at his own joke. "You know, because your dick is—"

Parker glared at his cousin. "Yeah, I got it, assface." He looked at me. "That's the thanks I get for letting him climb Mount Parker and plant his flag."

I was careful to maintain a neutral expression. "I agree completely, Parker. I enjoyed my climb and hope to make many more in the future."

"And so you shall," Parker answered, then pointed toward Micah. "Him? Never again."

"Oh, come on, Park," Micah said, "I was only teasing." He moved his hand off my leg and smacked my thigh. "And thanks for taking his side, manwhore."

"I've taken no one's side," I replied. "I'm neutral. I'm freakin' Switzerland. But in all fairness to the Park-man, Punky, he did let us plant our flags." I took a sip of my Diet Coke. "And it was hot."

I winked at Parker, who blushed.

Micah pushed me. "Move."

"Why? Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna take my chances with Captain Creeper."

He was trying to look serious, but I could easily see the hint of a smile.

I laughed. "He can't love you like I can." After a hazarded glance in the creeper's direction, I added, "Besides, it might just give him a heart attack."

"As long as he makes me the heir to his fortune, I don't care if it kills him."

"Settle down, Anna Nicole," I replied. "That guy looks barely able to afford a Happy Meal, much less that pizza. I seriously doubt there's a fortune to be had."

He plopped back down and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Just my luck."

I put my arm around him and gave him a quick hug. "You've already won my heart, Punky. What do you need with money?"

Parker made a retching noise. "You guys are disgusting. All this sap's gonna make me hurl."

Micah just rolled his eyes and laughed.

As our server delivered our pizza to the table, Parker asked, "Who's Anna Nicole?"

While we ate, the topic of dinner conversation shifted from Micah's leaving me for the creeper to Kim's decision to come home early. At discussion were the effects this would have on Micah's and my budding May-September romance and what, if anything, we could do about it. All of Parker's suggestions were nothing if not creative.

"Moo duyth thud juth mun anay," he attempted to say with a mouthful of pizza. He'd ordered a medium 'deluxe' with pretty much everything on it (pepperoni, ground beef, sausage, onions, jalapeños, bell peppers, and God only knew what else). I was getting heartburn just looking at it. Micah and I were sharing an extra-large three-cheese pie.

"I'm not kissing you if you eat that," Micah had whispered as Parker placed the order.

"I'm not letting him back in the house if he eats it," I'd added.

"You'll kiss me and like it, whore," Parker had whispered back to his cousin. To me, he'd said, "And we all three know where your mouth was earlier. Nice to meet you, Pot. Kettle's my name."

I gave him a quizzical look, stumped by the gibberish he'd spoken while chewing. "Could we have that in English, please? Preferably without the mouthful of whatever that is masquerading as pizza."

Parker held up one finger, his polite way of saying, 'wait just a fucking minute,' and chewed his road kill. Twenty seconds later, he swallowed and let out a rather loud and disgusting belch. Embarrassed, I looked around to see if anyone had heard. No one had seemed to, thanks again to the noise.

Micah giggled. "Nice one, Park."

"Thank you, I'm here all week." He took a sip of his Coke before he continued. "It tasted so much better going down."

I quickly tried to remind myself that I too had once been a teenager, and had found such things amusing. It didn't work.

"Ya know, Parker, I really have to hand it to you. Your grace and gentility know no bounds."

"Thanks!" he said proudly.

I shook my head. "Yeah, not a compliment. Now what were you trying to say?"

He smiled. "I said, 'You guys should just run away.'"

I rolled my eyes. "Good thinking, Parker. Nothing says, 'I'm not doing anything inappropriate with your teenage son' like skipping town. Besides, I have no desire for me and Micah to go out by Thelma and Louise'ing it off a cliff."

Blank stares from the both of them.

"Oh, come on! Susan Sarandon? Geena Davis? Brad Pitt?"

Nothing.

"Have either of you ever seen a movie made before you were born?"

"Star Wars," Micah offered.

"The Terminator," Parker added. "Ooo! I got it! I'll travel into the future and send back a cyborg. He can kill the healthcare worker shit-for-brain's mom has hired and then she can't come home early!"

The look on his face suggested he thought this idea was tantamount to a cure for cancer. Micah quickly stuck a pin in his balloon.

"Time travel, Park? You can barely tell time and you want to travel through it?"

"I know what time it is now, fucktard," Parker shot back, looking at his bare wrist, "time for you to kiss my ass."

Micah flipped him off.

"Alright, guys. Cool it," I said. "As much as I appreciate you're trying to help, Parker, all of your suggestions seem to involve recycled movie plots. What's next? You and me switch bodies so Micah and I can be boyfriends without arousing suspicion?"

"Yeah," Micah interjected, "like Freaky Friday. Parker could be Lindsay Lesbian and you'd be the 'yogurt that makes you poop' lady."

"Jamie Lee Curtis," I corrected. "But in my day it was Jodie Foster and Barbara Harris. A far superior version, if you ask me."

"Must've been one of those silent movies," Parker said. "And no way am I trading bodies with you. You're, like, a hundred."

"I'm forty-two, Parker."

"Forty-two…a hundred," Parker said with a shrug. "What's the difference?"

I remembered when I was a kid and thought anyone over thirty was ready for the rest home.

"There's a big difference," I scolded him. "And what makes you think living in your body would be any better?"

Parker looked offended. "I've got a rockin' body…and I'm smoking hot."

Micah nodded. "Unfortunately, Park, you've got a tiny dick. Simon's is much bigger, even if it is attached to his hundred year old body."

He flipped his hair and nudged me with his elbow.

"Micah Gibbs, ladies and gentlemen," I said, reaching over with my arm and pulling him into a headlock, "Master of the backhanded compliment. Let's give him a hand!"

He squealed with laughter. "Lemme go! Lemme go!"

I released him and he began obsessively trying to fix his hair, flipping his head back and forth and smoothing his locks with his hands.

"My dick's not tiny," Parker said defensively. "It's fun-sized."

I smiled, my mind drifting fondly to back to his three-and-a-half-inch tool throbbing in my mouth. "Well, I certainly had fun with it."

He rolled his eyes. "Pervo."

"Uh-huh," I replied. "You liked it."

"Whatever, old man." He offered me another smirk, grabbed his cup, and slid out of the booth. "I need more drink."

I watched him as he walked away, admiring the view. Micah slugged me on my arm.

"Oww!" I said, turning to face him. "What the hell was that for?"

"For checking out Park's ass," he answered, taking a bite of his pizza.

I rubbed my arm. "In my defense, it is a pretty nice ass."

He slugged me again.

"Dammit, Punky! Why are you—" I stopped when it hit me. The answer was obvious. "You're jealous."

Micah snorted. "I am not—"

"Yeah, right. If you're not jealous, then what's this all about?"

He shrugged. "You're only supposed to look at me like that."

I smiled and gently placed my hand on his leg. "That means you're jealous, buddy," I said softly, doing my best to remove any tone of accusation. "Is this about me fucking him? Because—"

He hung his head and mumbled something unintelligible.

I gave his inner thigh a squeeze. "What's that?"

He looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and I could see it. This boy really did love me.

"I don't care that you fucked him."

I wasn't sure I believed that, but I wouldn't say it aloud. There was something wrong and I was beginning to think that the whole thing with Parker had been a terrible mistake. I wanted to fuck him, no doubt, but I would never have done so if I'd thought Micah would have a problem with it. I loved Micah, and it hit me in that moment that I'd always loved him. I'd always been attracted to him. I'd long denied my true feelings because I was afraid to admit to myself that I was a boy lover. With this revelation came the enormity of the situation I'd found myself in. There was nothing easy or normal about our relationship. The odds were stacked against us. Even assuming that we could make it work in secret, after his mother came home, what sort of future could possibly lie before us.

Who cares about the future? Just enjoy it while it lasts.

There's a lot one could say in support of that position. I just don't want him to get hurt.

You're not giving him enough credit. He's smarter than that. He's not going to let himself get hurt if he can help it.

Who are you and what have you done with my subconscious? That's actually good advice. I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Who are you calling a broken clock?

"I don't care that you fucked him," Micah said again, breaking my train of thought. "He wanted you to fuck him; I encouraged you to fuck him. You can fuck him all night long as far as I'm concerned, as long as I'm there with you."

"Then what's this about, buddy?"

He put his hand over top of mine (which was still planted on his leg) and gave it a squeeze. I suppose I should've been concerned about the optics considering we were in public, but the conversation was foremost on my mind and I didn't think to give it much juice.

Micah seemed at a loss for words. We sat in silence for several minutes before he continued.

"I don't want to lose you, Simon," he said. "I love you."

Hearing those words from the most beautiful boy in the world melted my heart a little more each time he spoke them. I had it so bad.

"And I love you, Punky," I replied. "Let me tell you something. The only way I'm ever going anywhere is if you decide you don't want me around anymore. I hope to God that day never comes – it'll be the worst day of my life – but until then you're stuck with me."

"But the way you were looking at Parker—"

"I'm sorry about that. I have no defense other than I'm human. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find Parker attractive, or that I didn't enjoy what I did with him, though I never would've done it without your permission, but that doesn't change the way I feel about you. I could fuck a thousand Parkers and it would not even come close to bringing me as much joy as I feel by just holding your hand. If I had to choose between doing Parker and you saying you love me, it'd be no contest. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't want to lose you either."

Every word was true, I'd spoken from the heart, but I hoped it hadn't sounded like a line of bullshit.

"You really mean it?" he asked, his mouth forming a hopeful smile.

"I really mean it."

My hand slid up his thigh and quickly brushed over his crotch before finding its way back to the table.

"Mmm," Micah cooed. "I really wish we could…you know. Right here, right now."

I laughed. "That would certainly give Captain Creeper something to write home about. You still want to take your chances with him?"

He flipped his hair and winked. "You're the only creeper for me, Simon Campbell."

"Aww," I said, moving my hand to my heart. "You say the sweetest things."

I wadded up a paper napkin and tossed it at his head. He dodged it and giggled.

"Hey, Simon?"

"Yeah, Punk," I replied, finishing off a slice of pizza.

"Tomorrow, after Parker leaves..."

"Yes?"

He blushed. "Will you...?"

"Will I what?"

He lowered his voice a little and turned even redder. "Make love to me."

Inside, my heart leaped for joy (along with my cock). I wanted nothing more than to express my affection for this boy in exactly the manner in which he was requesting. As much as I wanted it, however, I was afraid to appear too enthusiastic. I didn't want to give him the wrong impression, nor did I want to influence him. I needed to play it cool.

"Are you sure that's what you really want?" I asked, as calmly and as noncommittally as I could.

He nodded, still a little embarrassed to have asked. "Yeah. I thought about asking you to do it earlier, but I don't really want Park as an audience. I want it to be just between you and me."

"Then, yes," I replied, looking him square in the eye and smiling.

He smiled back. "I love you, Simon."

"Love you, too, Punk."

Parker, whom I just realized had been gone longer than he should've been, chose that moment to make his return.

"Geez," he said. "Get a room, you two."

Micah flipped him off again.

"What took you so long, Park?"

The younger boy laughed. "That's a funny story, actually. I was getting my refill, minding my own business, when who should walk up to me but the creepo who was checking me out on the way in."

"Dude!" Micah said. "Seriously?"

Parker nodded. "Seriously. So he walks up to me, right...as if he really wants to say something, though he mostly just keeps checking out my ass. Anyway, finally, he says, get this, 'So you must be the Boy of Steel, huh?"

Micah and I both groaned.

"I know, right?" Parker replied.

"What did you say?" I asked.

Parker smirked. "I told him I'd blow him in the men's room for fifty bucks."

I busted out laughing. "No way!"

Parker smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

"What did he say to that?" Micah asked.

"Nothing. He didn't know whether to shit or pull out his wallet. He dropped his cup – which was full, by the way...he didn't even need a refill – and ran back to his table."

He glanced over at the dude's table and flashed him a winning smile. The guy turned twelve shades of red and looked away. His wife, who was still droning on, didn't seem to notice.

"You're crazy, Park," Micah said.

Parker took another bite of his pizza and chewed it thoughtfully before continuing. "Well, it's obviously what the guy wanted. I just thought I'd call his bluff."

These boys never ceased to amaze me. Not only were they both incredibly self-aware, but their ability to observe and discern the world around them was incredibly intuitive. Thinking back to when I'd been their age, I don't know that I was anywhere near as observant. Granted, that had been a much simpler (and safer) time, when kids didn't have to constantly look over their shoulders, or worry about what they posted on social media. I've often thought the late seventies and early eighties were the last great time to grow up. There were too many dangers for kids nowadays.

"You should be more careful, Parker," I said, my big brother instinct kicking in. "What if he'd tried to take you up on it?"

"Relax, Simon," Parker scoffed. "I wouldn't have let it get that far. I just like having fun with these guys."

"This happens a lot, does it?"

He nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "You'd be surprised. There's this one teacher at my school who would give anything to get into my pants. He's my Algebra teacher, so it's tempting. Math is my worst subject! I might reconsider it if he were a hot old guy like you." He smirked, and then took another bite of pizza. After chewing, he swallowed and continued. "Then again, not sure I could do it for grades or money."

"You'd totally do it for money," Micah interjected. "And speaking of money, I should've thought to cut the grass while Simon was zonked out. I'd be rolling in it right now."

Parker laughed. "Oh, yeah. Assface told me about that bet. I wish I'd been there last night to see the look on your face when he told that waiter dude he was your son."

"Yeah, that would've made the evening all the more magical," I said to Parker. "So what did y'all do besides plan that little party for me?"

"Nothing. That was it," Parker replied. "He refused to fool around with me, so what else were we supposed to do? You don't have a gaming system, or even any movie channels. What the hell do you do for fun, anyway?"

"Me," Micah said with a giggle. "He does me."

"Whore!" Parker said, pretending to cough.

Micah flipped him off yet again.

I laughed. "Yes, Parker, and in those few fleeting moments when I'm not buggering your cousin, I like to read. You should really try it some time."

"You're assuming he can read," Micah said.

"I can read, douche nozzle. And for your information, Simon, I've actually read all three of your books."

Now that surprised me. Well, not that he could read, but that he'd read my books.

"Really?"

"Yep. When fucktard told me he had the hots for a horror writer, I had to check out your work."

"What did you think?"

"They scared the shit out of me. I slept with the light on after finishing the last one."

"Well, then, I guess I did my job. Glad you enjoyed them."

After about ten or fifteen more minutes of stuffing our faces with pizza and making small talk, Micah nudged me with his elbow.

"Can we get out of here, Simon?" he asked. "I really wasn't kidding about 'right here, right now.' We should probably leave before I'm tempted to crawl under the table and go to town."

My hand shot up in the air faster than a nerd's in science class. "Check, please!" I said, my voice raising an octave. Geez, I'd suddenly found myself in a cheesy romantic comedy.

"Dude, we've already paid," Micah reminded me.

"Yeah, right," I said, shaking my head. The offer of sex had obviously scrambled my brain. "Come on, boys, let's go."

"But I'm not done with my pizza," Parker protested.

I slid out of the booth, hoping that I would be able to hide the raging hard on that had spontaneously sprung to life. Thank goodness I was fond of wearing baggy clothes!

"Run up to the counter and ask them for a to-go box, Parker. You can finish it later."


Micah had an extremely difficult time keeping his hands to himself on the drive home. The insatiable little minx kept pawing at my crotch until I finally had to ask him to stop.

"As much as I'm enjoying the attention, Punky," I told him as I grabbed hold of his hand and held it tightly, "it's very distracting. I'm liable to run the car off the road and wrap it around a tree."

"But I'm horny, Simon," he whined.

"Slut!" Parker shouted through a pretend cough.

"Bite me, Park. It's not like you won't benefit from my horniness."

Parker snorted. "You just wanna ride my ass again."

"As if."

"Whatever."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

"Bottom boy."

"Butt pirate."

"Come dumpster."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I said, stifling a laugh. "Let's bring it down a notch, guys. And, Micah, that was just gross."

"He started it!" Micah protested.

"I don't care who started it, Punky. Stop with the insults."

"Yeah, fucktard," Parker said. "Stop insulting me."

"Asshole," Micah shot back.

I knew they were just being playful, but their conversations had a tendency to degenerate quickly. I needed to put a stop to it.

"Both of you," I said, giving Parker the stink-eye in the rearview mirror. "Don't make me stop this car."

There was a brief moment of silence.

Very brief.

"Okay, Mom," Parker said.

Micah giggled. Then Parker started. Finally, I busted out laughing. I couldn't help myself. It was funny.


Twenty minutes later, we were home. We pulled into the garage and Micah immediately started in on me. The horny little bugger was practically pulling me into the house and toward the stairwell.

"Hurry, Simon," he whined. "I wanna come."

I laughed. "You're so adorable when you're horny and desperate."

"Shush!" he replied, tugging at my arm. "You! Bedroom! Now!"

"Chill, Punky, you're gonna pull my arm out of its socket!"

"The little bitch can't wait for it," Parker said with a laugh, on his way to the kitchen to put the leftover pizza in the fridge.

"I heard that, Park," Micah shouted as we approached the bottom of the stairs. "You be upstairs and naked in five minutes, or it'll be just you and your right hand for the rest of the night." We were halfway up the stairs when he stopped and yelled back at his cousin. "Better yet, make it ten minutes. Brush your teeth. I wasn't kidding about not wanting to kiss you after eating that shit."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Park called out from the kitchen.

Micah continued up the stairs with me in tow, kicking off his shoes and ripping off his socks as we went. When we reached my room, he turned around to face me.

"Clothes off, Mister," he said sternly, pulling his own shirt over his head.

I fell to my knees before him. It was difficult not to notice the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Ya know, not only are you adorable when you're horny and desperate," I said, reaching up and unbuttoning his jeans, "you're also a little scary."

He laughed.

I unzipped the skinnies and slowly began to peel them off, revealing his tented undies.

"Wow!" I said, pulling the pants all the way down his legs. "You weren't kidding about being horny."

I tossed his pants aside and took a moment to savor the sight of Micah's nearly naked body.

"Fuck, you're sexy," I told him as our eyes met.

His cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. "Thanks," he said, leaning in and aggressively pressing his lips to mine.

He kissed me with an animalistic ferocity, a clear demonstration that he was, in fact, desperate for erotic release, our tongues dancing together to a sensuous, primal beat. This went on for almost a full two minutes before he pulled away, panting for breath. I was a little breathless myself.

He stared into my eyes and spoke his request as a starving man might ask for a piece of bread.

"Make me come, Simon," he said.

I smiled, leaned in, and placed my mouth over his cloth-covered erection and his knees gave way a bit.

"Fuck," he hissed.

My hands moved swiftly, making quick work of freeing him from his briefs. His rock-hard, four-and-a-half-inch boy cock sprung out and I immediately sucked it in. I could feel the soft, downy trace of pubic hair tickle the tip of my nose.

"Oh, god," he moaned.

I had only one goal, to give my lover the orgasm he craved. While under normal circumstances I might work at a slower pace, allowing Micah to gradually build up to his climax (and me to enjoy bringing him there), this was all about the destination.

"Make me come," he said, and I was more than willing to oblige. This would likely be the first of many orgasms that evening. There would be plenty of other opportunities later to take the slow and steady approach.

My right hand moved up and began gently caressing his nearly hairless ball sack, milking the priceless jewels contained inside. As my head pistoned back and forth, my left hand moved around and cupped one of his supple ass cheeks. Micah responded by thrusting his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. My tongue glided gracefully over every inch of his prize, teasing in all the right spots, all with the goal of providing the maximum amount of pleasure in the shortest amount of time.

I decided to up the ante, to give him just a small taste of what having me inside him might feel like. Pulling off him briefly, I moved my hand up to his cock and coated my index finger with a glob of his shiny pre-cum. Taking his member into my mouth again, the lubed-up finger found its way around his body. My left hand dug deep between his cheeks and pulled them apart. My index finger quickly found his hole and gently began probing inwards. There was resistance at first, but suddenly the muscles relaxed and the tip of the digit was able to slide forward.

"Mmm," Micah cooed. "Fuck!"

I pushed a little harder until his pucker engulfed half of my finger. Micah's thrusts grew more furious as he pounded my face. I responded by matching his speed and doubled the effort with which my tongue was pleasuring him. The air grew white-hot with our lust.

The hand that was squeezing my lover's ass suddenly became sandwiched between two layers of flesh. Parker, who had followed Micah's instructions to the letter, pressed his naked, hairless body up against his cousin. One of the younger boy's hands moved around and began milking the older's balls. A quick glance upwards revealed that his other hand was busy tweaking Micah's nipples. I pulled my finger from his ass and, along with my other hand, separated his cheeks so Parker's cock could fall between them. Lubricated only by his pre-cum, the younger boy's three-and-half-inches began sliding between the folds. I moved my hands around to Parker's ass and pulled him forward.

My mouth continued its assault on my lover's cock as I felt his hand move to the back of my head. Another glance upwards revealed that he'd turned his own head to the side and was enjoying the same kind of passionate kiss with his cousin the two of us had shared earlier. Micah's other hand reached behind him and planted itself on top of mine, which was still gripping Parker's ass. The younger boy continued thrusting himself forward, his cock still enveloped by his cousin's cheeks.

I sensed Micah's massive orgasm before it actually happened. The moment I felt he was close, I tripled my effort, moving my head back and forth, tipping it side to side, at a furious pace. I think Parker sensed it too, because he seemed to be milking the older boy's sack – and thrusting into him – with a more ferocious zeal.

"Oh, fuck!" Micah called out, breaking the incestuous lip-lock long enough to speak the words. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna—oh, god!"

His cock erupted, shooting several healthy volleys of tasty boy spunk into my waiting mouth. As he rode out the effects of the volcanic climax, his hips continued thrusting into my face. He moaned through the hot kiss he was sharing with Parker as my tongue danced over every centimeter of his boyhood in an attempt to savor each drop of his delicious nectar.

Within mere seconds, the orgasm was over and my lover fell backward into the arms of his cousin, causing Parker to cease his thrusting and concentrate on keeping Micah upright. I moved a hand around and wrapped it around the base of his prick – my mouth now only enveloped the head – and began milking it dry. My tongue continued flitting around the sensitive tip, causing Micah to squirm in Parker's embrace.

"Damn, Simon," he finally said, panting heavily. "Just—fuck."

I released his cock from my hand and mouth and looked up at my boy with a smile. "Enjoyed that, did you?"

He met my gaze and offered me a grin that melted my heart. "Mmm," he said, leaning over for a long, sensual kiss. He seemed to relish the taste of his essence on my tongue as his own probed my mouth deeply.

When the kiss was over, he pulled away and smiled again. "I love you."

"I know," I replied with a wink, standing to my feet.

"Barf," Parker said sardonically, stepping out from behind his cousin.

I gave his lovely naked form a quick once-over – I didn't want Micah to catch me staring – pausing briefly to enjoy the site of his stiff, 'fun-sized' prick sticking straight out from his body.

"You'll fall in love one day, Parker," I said, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. "And I sure hope I'm there to see it because I'm gonna give you such a ration of shit about it." I kicked off my shoes and reached down to remove my socks.

"Love schmove," Parker said, rolling his eyes so hard he likely caught a glimpse of his brain. His hand moved to his dick and began stroking it. "I just wanna get laid."

"Now who's the slut?" Micah said, reaching over to unbutton my jeans.

"Well, pardon me, Mr. 'take me home before I crawl under the table and suck you off in public.'"

Micah pulled down the zipper of my pants and they fell to the floor, leaving me clad only in a pair of severely tented purple boxer-briefs.

I stepped out of the jeans. "I think what Punky's trying to say, Parker, is that before you accuse someone's driven snow of not being pure, you should check your own for tire tracks."

I reached over and tousled his hair.

He returned a smirk and then his gaze shifted to the bulge in my underwear.

"Whatever," he said. "Now will somebody please do me before I change my mind about letting you climb Mount Parker again?"

I couldn't help but be surprised. The last thing I'd expected was for him to beg to take it up the ass again, but the little tramp was aching for it. My previous assessment had been correct: the boy was a born cockhound.

Micah snorted and it was easy to see from his facial expression that he was trying very hard not to say something sarcastic. I admired his restraint. As much shit as Parker had given him over the last day, no one could blame Micah for paying his cousin back in spades. Then again, instead of restraint, his refusal to shoot back might've been out of fear that Parker might not let the older boy fuck him again. It was obvious he'd enjoyed it so much the first time. I hoped for my sake that he would like catching as much as he did pitching.

"Grab the lube for me, 'Boy of Steel'," I said to Parker, reaching out and giving his steely dick a squeeze.

He giggled and moved over to the nightstand to retrieve the bottle.

Meanwhile, Micah fell to his knees in front of me and wrapped his lips around the head of my cloth-covered cock. I had been leaking pre-cum since the fun had started and my lover sucked greedily at the damp spot that had formed on my shorts.

"Mmm," I moaned.

He reached up and pulled down my briefs, his mouth immediately taking in my prick as it sprung out.

"Fuck, Punky," I said, trying to maintain my balance.

Micah attacked my erection with reckless abandon, his head bobbing back and forth and his tongue teasing all the right places. Damn, this kid gave great head.

Parker watched intently as he returned with the lube, working his boyhood with his free hand. He offered me the bottle, which I accepted, and continued pleasuring himself.

"Thanks, buddy," I said to him. "Now, lie down on the bed, face up, with your ass on the edge of the mattress."

Parker complied without uttering a word, his hand never leaving his dick. I took a moment to look over his gorgeous boy body. His skin was blindingly white and smooth, without a hair in sight. The two erect, dime-sized nipples stood out against his pale torso.

"Punky?" I said, placing my hand on the top of his head.

He didn't respond; his mind completely focused on the outstanding blowjob he was giving me.

"Micah," I said, patting his head.

He looked up and smiled with his lips still wrapped around my cock. A quick shake of his head revealed that he had no intention of stopping until the task was finished. You had to admire his determination.

"For shit's sake, dude!" Parker complained. "You can suck his dick any damn time. Share the wealth!"

Micah rolled his eyes and pulled away from me. "Fine," he said, seemingly not happy about it.

I gave him an apologetic smile and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Grab me a pillow?"

He walked over to the side of the bed, grabbed a pillow, and brought it back to me.

"Thanks, buddy."

I reached down, took hold of Parker's smooth, milky-white thighs (which were hanging over the edge of the bed) and lifted his backside. He watched intently as he continued to play with himself. After placing the pillow underneath him, just above his waist, I set him back down.

"Lift your legs and spread them for me," I instructed him. As he did so, I motioned for Micah to come back over and join me. "Put that magic tongue of yours to work on his hole while I lube up."

Micah fell to his knees in front of Parker's exposed ass and reached up with his hands to spread the younger boy's cheeks. He hesitated for a few moments; obviously not sure that this is what he wanted to do. Eventually, however, he leaned in and cautiously began licking his cousin's pucker. Parker moaned in response and jacked himself harder.

I watched in amazement as my lover rimmed his first ass. From the noises Parker was making, Micah was doing a damn fine job. Popping the cap on the bottle of lube, I squirted a generous amount on my hand and began working it on to my already dripping dick. I couldn't wait to bury myself inside the boy again.

Micah continued to eat his cousin's ass with the same enthusiasm with which he'd pleasured my cock. Parker squirmed beneath him and moaned loudly, pounding his tiny prick for all he was worth.

"Let go of your dick, Parker," I instructed him. "I want you to come in Micah's mouth."

While as before they had been in control, I was making it clear it was my ballgame this time around. Amazingly, the message came through loud and clear. Parker let go of his boyhood and continued to squirm under the ministrations of Micah's tongue.

With my cock lubed up and ready to go, I leaned over, whispered into my lover's ear, and kissed him on the top of his head. He pulled away from Parker's ass and nodded, offering me a smile as he sat down on the bed. Both boys gazed up at me in anticipation of their next instruction.

"One more time, just for the record," I said. "Anything makes either of you uncomfortable, you let me know and it'll stop immediately. Understood?" They each only nodded, so I added, "I need to hear you say it."

"Got it," Micah replied.

"Aye, Cap'n," Parker said with a smirk.

"Awesome," I said, "Now, let's get started. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

Micah giggled.

Parker sat up and rolled his eyes. "Dork!"

"Yeah, well, at least I made a movie reference you both understood."

My eyes moved back and forth between those two beautiful boys – if this was a dream, I hoped I'd never wake up – while I formulated a plan for how I wanted this to play out. Where was the Gay Kama Sutra when you needed it? A few seconds later a smile came to my face as it hit me.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," I said. "This is gonna be so hot. Stand up, Parker."

He complied.

"Okay, Micah," I continued. "Lay down where Parker was with your feet facing the top end of the bed and your head on the pillow."

Parker watched intently as Micah followed my instructions.

"Alright, buddy," I said to my lover, "lift your knees and spread your legs for me."

He did. I reached over top of him, took hold of his ankles, and gently pulled his knees down to the mattress, essentially folding him in half.

"Is that too uncomfortable?" I asked. "You okay?"

He nodded and offered me a smile. I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Is this gonna take long?" Parker asked. "I'm only here 'til tomorrow, you know?"

I rose up and turned towards him. "Come here, smart ass."

He stepped over and stood directly behind Micah.

"Now, I want you to—" I began.

"I smell what you're cookin', Pervo."

He climbed up on the bed between Micah's dangling feet and planted a knee on each side of the older boy's head.

"Good," I said. "Now—"

"Dude," he said, feigning annoyance. "I got this. You're not the only one who watches porn."

He leaned over until his face was hovering directly over Micah's exposed pink pucker, with his elbows resting on the mattress on either side of the older boy's hips. Hesitating briefly, he reached up with his hands, spread his cousin's cheeks and lowered his head. This left his glorious ass exposed, ready for fucking, and Micah with easy access to suck the younger boy from underneath.

Micah raised his head and sucked the prick into his mouth. Parker moaned loudly in response and went to work himself, obviously a little more enthusiastic about venturing into uncharted territory.

"Mmm," Micah cooed as the tongue invaded his hole.

I took a moment to savor the sight before me. Considering what had transpired earlier that day, you'd have thought I'd seen everything when it came to erotic imagery. You'd be wrong. Seeing those two boys, one on top of the other – Micah sucking Parker, Parker rimming Micah – each doing their utmost to pleasure their partner, was something I wished could be preserved for the ages. As foolish as it would have been to do so, I regretted not having the foresight to record our sexual exploits. While I knew I'd never forget what I was witnessing, it would've been nice to have a videographic record that I could watch later. Additionally, should the writing gig ever cease to pay the bills, I could always sell the video of this online. Pay-per-fucking-view, baby! I'd make a fortune.

While it was damn near impossible to tear my eyes away from them, if I didn't fuck Parker soon I'd lose my load from just watching the two of them go to town on each other. I squirted some more lube on my hand and began working it around Parker's waiting hole. It seemed to pulse with the anticipation of having my dick buried inside it.

"Incoming, buddy," I said as I positioned myself behind Parker and gently began pushing the tip of my index finger inside him.

"Oh, god," he said with his tongue buried in Micah's hole. At least, that's what I thought he said, because it came out sounding something like, "Oh, thod."

"Thuck!" he added as I pushed deeper, burying my invading digit all the way.

Deciding to waste no time, I slowly began finger fucking him. It was impressive how he'd already mastered the art of clamping down as I pulled out and relaxing as I pushed in. The boy was born to bottom, and now that he had a taste for it, there'd be no stopping him.

I slid my finger out and pressed the tip of my dripping cock against his pucker. He relaxed his muscles in response.

"Fire in the hole," I warned as I began to push into him.

"Unnnggghhh," he moaned.

The head slid easily inside before his sphincter clamped down hard. I could tell by the increased speed with which his head was working his cousin, and the increased volume of Micah's moans, that Parker was distracting himself from the pain by focusing on delivering his first rim job.

"Relax, Parker," I said gently.

He did and I slowly pushed deeper, burying half of my tool into the heat of his ass.

"Thuck," the younger boy said. "Thit!"

His dark blond hair was growing damp with sweat as he continued to work on his cousin. He was doing his level best to give back as much pleasure as he was receiving from below him. The boy's high-pitched moans reached a crescendo of perfect erotic harmony.

"I'm halfway there, Parker," I said. "I’m going all in, okay?"

"Yuh-huh," he replied, his voice cracking.

He relaxed around me and I took that as my cue to move forward. Taking advantage of the moment, I pushed in with one final, quick thrust.

Parker's head shot up and he arched his back. "Holy shit!"

"Fuck, Parker," I said, scared to death that I'd really hurt him. "Are you okay?"

"Nuh – no," he said, trying to catch his breath. "I mean, yes. I just—"

"I’m sorry," I said, genuinely concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine, Simon. Really. I just – fuck. I know you say you're not big, but you feel huge inside me."

"Okay," I said hesitantly, "but only if you're sure. Let me know when you're ready."

From below me, I could hear Micah as he continued his diligent work on Parker's dick, not at all phased by the events transpiring above him.

"You okay down there, Punk?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm," he replied.

The minutes crept by as I stood there waiting for Parker to give permission to proceed. It felt awesome to be balls-deep inside this beautiful, sexy boy, no doubt, but I ached to fuck him. The anticipation was killing me. I desperately needed to come.

I heard Parker taking a deep breath before he spoke. "Okay, Simon, I think I'm ready."

He dug his elbows into the mattress and grabbed hold of Micah's hips. His head fell back down and he resumed with the task of pleasuring his cousin's hole. The older boy moaned loudly in response and the slurping noises grew louder.

Having finally received the green light, I slowly pulled my cock out until only the head remained. After waiting a few seconds, I gently pushed back in. Parker let out a moan, but offered no sign of protest. I gingerly began thrusting in and out of him. Grabbing hold of Micah's airborne ankles for leverage, I built up a steady rhythm. The boy's moans grew louder, and my own soon joined in the chorus as the three of us worked to pleasure each other.

Parker seemed to be proving himself a quick study on all things sexual with the work he was doing on his cousin's ass. I knew the joy of being on the receiving end of an awesome rim job, and I imagined Micah was enjoying himself immensely. I listened as he slurped louder on his cousin's member, and pictured his blond hair flying every which way as his head twisted and bobbed. Micah's blowjobs were a gift from heaven and how Parker had managed to hold his load for this long was amazing to me.

Parker began moving his body in perfect rhythm with mine – pushing back as I thrust forward, and retreating as I pulled out. His sphincter clamped down and released at all the right moments. As I'd said before, the boy was born to bottom. There were men three times his age that didn't have a fraction of the talent this boy exhibited. I took his matching me thrust for thrust as another positive sign and increased my speed. The fapping sound of flesh meeting flesh grew louder.

The younger boy's back arched again. "Oh, god, Simon," he moaned. "Fuck me."

That's when I lost control. I couldn't help myself. The little slut craved my cock and I was determined to give him exactly what he needed. I began furiously pounding his ass with an animalistic ferocity.

"Oh, god!" he howled. "Fuck my ass!"

I did. I fucked him with an intensity with which I'd never fucked anyone before. I fucked him harder than I'd fucked Kaz a few weeks ago. I pounded his sweet little ass with everything I had in me.

And he enjoyed every second of it, friends and neighbors.

"Oh, fuck, Simon!" he moaned. "Oh, god!"

"Fuck, yeah," I replied.

"Shit! Oh, god! I'm gonna – fucking – come!"

I was close myself. It was only a matter of—

"Oh, fuck!" Parker screamed. "Here I come! Oh, god! Fuuuccckkk!"

As the earth-shattering orgasm ripped through him, I felt him tense up around my cock. I pounded faster and faster, desperate to make this last as long as possible. Damn, I could've fucked him forever.

Parker buried his face back in Micah's ass as the older boy lapped up the sweet spunk that erupted from the younger's cock.

"Mmm," Micah moaned.

The sound of my teenage lover's mouth slurping around his cousin's member was what clenched it for me. Fuck Parker forever, I could not. All good things, as they say.

"Oh, god!" I shouted. "Unnnggghhh!"

I thrust myself deep inside him and released my load. My hands gripped Micah's ankles for dear life as the climax tore through my body. I felt my knees weaken and I desperately tried to maintain my balance so I would not collapse on top of the boys. With the precarious position Micah was in at the bottom of the pile, I was afraid we'd snap the poor boy in half if we fell on top of him.

We remained plastered together in our sweaty, sticky pretzel-like position for another minute as Parker and I rode out our orgasms. When I felt myself soften within him, I withdrew my cock and leaned over to wrap my arm around the underside of his small torso. He raised his head from his cousin's ass. I pulled him into a tight embrace, and planted a kiss on his shoulder.

"Shit, Parker," I managed to say after finally regaining my breath.

He gently pulled out of the hug and I helped him off the bed. When his feet were back on the floor, he turned around and looked up into my eyes.

"That was fucking awesome, Simon!" he said with an adorable smile. He fell forward and wrapped his arms around me.

I laughed and leaned over to kiss the top of his head. "It was pretty awesome for me too, buddy. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Behind us, I saw Micah unfold his body and spin around so his legs hung off the side of the bed.

"That was pretty hot, huh?" he said with a smile.

"Hot is not even the word," Parker said, pulling away from our embrace and stepping to the side. "I never dreamed that being fucked could feel so amazing. You're gonna love it, Micah."

I chuckled to myself as I realized this was the first time I'd heard Parker refer to his cousin by his real name.

"You're so lucky, assface." – Yeah, that didn't last long – "You live next door and can get your ass fucked like that any time you want. I'm gonna need to find an excuse to visit more often."

A bemused look came over his face. He reached down between his legs and pulled back a finger covered in my jizz.

"Shit," he said with a chuckle. "I've sprung a leak."

He hobbled off to the bathroom, leaving Micah and me behind. We both shook our heads and laughed.

I sat down on the edge of bed next to my lover. "He's a horny little bugger, isn't he?" I asked. "I think I've made a friend."

Micah nodded. "He likes you."

"Either that or he just likes getting fucked."

"No, seriously, he really likes you. Aunt Laura told Mom that he's been having a lot of trouble trusting men since that whole thing with his dad. He's been a real asshole to the few guys Aunt Laura's tried to date. The fact that he trusts you enough to be so vulnerable just proves what I've known all along. You're pretty awesome, Simon." He put his hand on my leg. "And a positive male role model."

I chuckled. "Vulnerable? Positive male role model? I ought to start calling you 'Micah-Wan Kenobi'. Where the hell do you pick this shit up?"

"Mom talks a lot on the phone and forgets I'm in the room. She told Aunt Laura that she's happy you're around because she wants me to have a positive male role model."

All this came as somewhat of a surprise to me. While I knew that Kim trusted me – obviously, since she left him here – I had no idea she thought so highly of me. It made me feel proud, if not a little bit guilty. I doubted she'd cotton to the buggering of her son by his positive male role model.

"How does it feel to be a shining example of manhood?" Micah asked.

I sighed, glancing down and finding it ironic that my actual manhood was shiny with lube. "It's not easy being me."

He climbed up on my lap and wrapped his legs around my waist. "Hi," he said with a flip of his hair and an impish grin.

"Hi, yourself," I replied, returning the smile. Then, remembering the absent member of our party, I shouted into the bathroom. "You okay in there, Parker?"

"I'm good," he hollered back.

Micah smiled. "I sort of wish it was tomorrow already, so we could be alone." He blushed. "And so you could fuck me."

Hearing him refer to it like that put a bad taste in my mouth. What we were going to do would be so much more than that.

"Punky, you're gonna learn tomorrow that there's a huge difference between fucking and making love. What I did with Parker – what you did with him – as awesome and hot as it was, was just sex. Don't get me wrong, your cousin is a great kid whom I've managed to grow rather fond of in a short amount of time, but I don't love him. Well, I love him, but I'm not in love with him as I am you. I believe that sex performed out of love is so much more powerful. I hope that you're able to see that."

He pondered for a moment before responding. "Will it be just as hot? What we did with Park was pretty amazing."

"It'll be even hotter, Punk. It'll be beautiful, awesome, and almost spiritual. We'll be expressing our love through the most intimate way imaginable."

"Sick," he said with a flip of his hair and a dreamy look in his eyes.

"You know, it drives me crazy when you do that."

I tilted my head down and moved in for a kiss. It was long, wet, and sloppy. My semi-flaccid cock re-awoke and began to harden. Micah's had apparently gotten the memo. He reached between us and grabbed hold of both our dicks and began to slowly, lovingly jack them.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned through our kiss.

He pulled away and smiled. "It drives you crazy when I do what?"

I reached up and brushed away the shock of blond hair that had fallen back over his face.

"When you flip that sexy, fucking hair of yours," I said, kissing the tip of his nose. "It drives me mad."

The locks fell back over his face and he flipped them away again, with a flourish this time. "You like it when I flip my hair, huh? Does it make you horny?"

He continued the sensual stroking of our cocks.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Pretty much everything about you makes me horny, but that one thing in particular drives me bat-shit crazy."

I leaned over and pressed my forehead to his. My hands moved around and took hold of his ass.

"Ooo!" he said with a giggle.

"Help me, Micah-Wan Kenobi," I said. "You're my only hope."

He laughed. "If by 'help me' you mean, make you come like a mofo, then I'm on that like white on rice."

He increased the speed with which he was masturbating us.

"Fuck, Punky," I moaned.

"I don't know why you think I’m all that," he said.

The song I'd sung to him earlier came back to my mind and I began it singing again.

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—

"Oh, stop," he said, pulling his head away and lowering it.

I pulled one of my hands away from his and brought it up to his chin, which I tipped upward so I could look into his eyes.

"You don't know you're beautiful," I said.

He stared back with a look that said he didn't believe me. "I'm not so hot," he scoffed.

I sighed. "Listen to me, Punky."

He started to protest, but I shushed him.

"You."

I kissed his forehead.

"Are."

I kissed the tip of his nose.

"Beautiful."

I pressed my lips to his and we enjoyed a quick, open-mouthed kiss.

"Are we clear on that?" I asked him.

"Yes, Sir," he replied with a smile.

"Good. Cuz I'd hate to have to hurt you."

"Bring it," he said with a grin and a roll of his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Punky."

Parker's mocking, high-pitched voice came out of nowhere. "I love you, too, Punky." His voice returned to normal. "Holy shit, do you guys ever stop?"

I looked around Micah's head to see the younger boy standing naked a few feet behind us. I hadn't seen him emerge from the bathroom and had no clue how long he'd been standing there. He'd obviously been watching, though, because his cock had grown hard again and he was playing with it.

"How long you been standing there, Park?" Micah asked.

"Long enough to nearly lose my lunch," he replied.

"Sorry, Parker," I said, with a laugh. "We didn't mean to gross you out."

He walked up behind us and wrapped his arms around Micah's torso. "Yeah, you should be sorry, grandpa."

He leaned down and planted a kiss on his cousin's neck. Micah moaned in response.

Parker raised his head and smiled. "The old guy's right, fucktard. You are hot. Not as hot as me, of course, but then again who the hell is?"'

Micah turned his head and Parker responded by leaning in and giving him an open-mouthed, sideways kiss. It was so hot that I had to get in on the action. I leaned my head over and pressed my own mouth to the other side of Micah's. Our three tongues were soon intertwined and dancing together. I reached around with my free hand, grabbed Parker's ass, and pulled him against Micah's back. My other hand, the one that had been on Micah's rear, wrapped itself around his cousin's prick. Parker began thrusting himself into my hand as our sensual lip lock threesome continued.

The air around us once again grew hot with our lust and the raw smell of sex, which had never actually wavered, filled the air. While a mere ten hours ago I'd questioned the wisdom of allowing Parker to intrude on our weekend, now I didn't want it to end. I really hoped the younger boy had meant it when he'd said he needed to find an excuse to visit more often.

Amen to that. A – fucking – men.

Parker reached his arms between us. After pushing Micah's hand away, he replaced it with both of his and began jacking us harder and faster. My cock was still somewhat slick from the lube and it created the perfect amount of friction as they moved in unison together. As our hot-as-fuck, three-way kiss continued, I jerked Parker's pint-sized prick with greater intensity. Thin layers of sweat broke out on our bodies as our shared kiss continued and the volume of our moans grew deafening.

Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for the come to start flowing. Even those who'd mastered the art of tantric sex would've found it hard to hold their loads around these two.

Micah came first. "Fuck, guys! Oh!"

His cock erupted, shooting his warm, sticky boy juice all over our dicks and Parker's hand. The younger boy continued jacking us furiously. My lover trembled as his body rode out the orgasm.

Parker came next. "Oh, god! Fuck!"

A junior-sized load of sticky spunk spewed forth from his dick, all over my hand and Micah's back. I tugged on it in an attempt to extract every drop.

Finally, it was my turn. "Fuuuccckkk!"

The orgasm was intense and rocked me to my core. I'm not sure how I managed to come again so soon, but it was a massive climax, shooting several healthy loads of my sperm all over Parker's hands, and mine and Micah's stomachs.

"Sweet Mother—" I managed to say after regaining my breath.

Micah removed his legs from around my waist and the three of us collapsed sideways into a spent, sweaty pile onto the bed.


A few hours later, after we'd unglued ourselves from one another and taken yet another shower (no fun this time, just business); we'd finished off the leftover pizza and sat down to watch a movie. The boys, exhausted from our sexual shenanigans, had zonked out almost immediately on the couch, so I decided to take some time to retreat to my office and write for the first time that day. I had promised to deliver something to Jake on Monday and needed to generate at least a thousand or so more words to feel like I'd done it justice.

I'd been working productively for a little more than an hour when I heard a knock on the office door. A quick glance at the clock told me it was eleven-thirty.

"Come in," I said, while continuing to type.

The door opened and in walked Parker. At my request, the boys had dressed back in their comic book hero outfits from earlier. Much to Micah's horror, however, Parker had refused to wear the Robin shirt, opting instead to wear the Superman tee with his green boxer-briefs. According to Micah, this was a worse fashion sin than wearing socks with sandals, or white after Labor Day. Parker had just laughed and told him to pull the stick out of his ass.

"What's up, Parker?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Where's Micah?"

"Assface? He's still asleep on the couch." He motioned over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Would it kill you to use his actual name?"

"It might," he replied with a smirk.

I continued clacking away at the keyboard.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, walking over to my side of the room.

I stopped typing and watched as he hopped up and planted his ass about a foot away from my laptop. His creamy white legs dangled alluringly over the side of the desk. A quick glance at his crotch revealed a nice little Cub Scout tent in his undies.

"Trying to pay the bills," I replied, saving my document and closing the laptop. I was trying not to stare at the tent. It wasn't easy. Micah had said no fun with Parker unless he was part of it. As tempting as it was to rip down those undies and slurp up his delicious little prick again, I had to resist.

"New book?"

"Yeah," I said. "I finished the outline a while ago, but haven't been able to write anything up until yesterday. My agent wants the first three chapters by Monday and I'm nowhere near finished. There were too many distractions around here today."

I winked at him and smiled. A slight pink hue came over his cheeks.

"What's it about?" he asked with a grin.

"Vampires."

In my first three books, I'd tackled zombies, werewolves, and aliens. Not original concepts, of course, but I'd tried – and succeeded, based on the reviews – to breathe new life into each genre. I liked the challenge of taking some dusty old relic off the shelf and giving it a nice, shiny new look.

"They don't sparkle, do they?"

"You would do well not to mention sparkly vampires in my presence," I answered with a laugh. "No, these vampires chew bubble gum and kick ass. In this story, they've run out of bubble gum."

The movie reference went over his head, much how I'd expected it to, but he laughed anyway.

"Sweet," he replied. "You're a good writer, Simon."

"Thanks. How does your mom feel about you reading horror?"

He shrugged. "She doesn't care as long as I'm reading. She's pretty cool about stuff like that."

"You like to read then?"

"Yeah, I read a lot. I'm actually an advanced reader. Except for struggling with math, I'm smart, too. Not smart enough for fucktard's froo froo school, but I do okay."

Our first real conversation was going pretty well. I was glad to see there was more to him than just looking great in a pair of underwear.

Tented underwear.

Tented underwear that housed his glorious boyhood.

The very same boyhood that I wasn't supposed to be thinking about right now.

Fuck! Focus, dipshit! Focus!

"It's good that you like to read, Parker," I said, trying to turn my mind back to our talk.

"You can call me 'Park', you know. I don't mind."

I nodded. "I don't like to shorten people's names without their permission."

"Permission granted," he said. "Park. Parker. Park-man. God's gift to the world. I'll answer to any of those."

I chuckled. "What about 'Boy Wonder'?"

"Sure," he replied. "But not 'Boy of Steel,' okay? I never want to hear that one again."

"Duly noted."

We laughed together before falling into an awkward silence. I was surprised at how much I was enjoying just talking to him. Rough edges aside, he really was a sweet kid. It's too bad his dad had been such an asshole. This kid deserved better.

"You should put me in it," Parker said suddenly.

"Put you in what?"

"Your book."

"Not sure if there's a place for a smart ass thirteen-year-old with a 'fun-sized' cock, but I'll see what I can do."

He looked around at my office. I'd chosen to decorate the walls with horror movie posters. I had quite a selection too, from movies as old as the Universal monster films, all the way to recent ones like Sinister. My favorite horror novels filled the shelves (the rest of my books were in a different room), sharing the space with the various macabre objets d'art I'd picked up at a few of the secondhand stores I frequented. It made for an inspiring workspace.

"So this is where the magic happens," Parker said.

"I don't know about magic, but, yeah, this is where I wrote all my books."

"You must be one twisted motherfucker," he said with a grin.

I laughed. "You have no idea."

"You write some pretty fucked up shit, dude."

"Thanks."

"When are they gonna make a movie from one of your stories?"

I shook my head. "Never. Not if I can help it, anyway. The translation to film has ruined many of Stephen King's stories. I’m not sure I'd want that to happen to one of mine."

"I'd go see them." He continued looking around until his eyes focused on a framed piece of paper standing up on the desk next to my laptop. He carefully picked it up and studied it. "What's this?"

It was a framed Georgia Power bill from a few years ago.

"Oh, that," I said. "Stephen King once said: 'If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed that check and it didn't bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.' When I received my first real payment from my debut novel, I used it to pay that light bill. I've been very fortunate, and that serves as my reminder to be grateful for what I have. Not everyone gets to make a living doing something they love."

"Sweet," he said. "I've never read anything by Stephen King."

"What?! Say it ain't so!"

He shook his head.

"His earlier stuff is the best," I said. "Particularly 'Salem's Lot, The Shining, and The Stand. I have some well-worn paperbacks I can send home with you."

"Thanks," he said thoughtfully. "I wish somebody like you could've been my dad."

Wow. That'd come from left field. I certainly wasn't expecting that. There really was more to this kid.

"That's really nice of you to say, Park, but I'm not exactly paternal timber, if truth be told."

"Not to take anything away from you, Simon, but most anyone would be a better dad than the one I got stuck with."

Geez, the poor kid. He deserved better. How anyone could treat him the way his father apparently had was outside my realm of understanding. My old man hadn't been perfect, we'd had our issues, but he never laid a hand on me outside of the occasional (and well-deserved) swat on the backside. There was a big difference between being disciplined out of love and serving as a punching bag.

"Micah told me about your dad. I'm really sorry."

He sighed. "It's just not fair. His dad, Uncle David – Mom's brother – was an awesome father, and he died. My dad, on the other hand, is a major dick and still gets to walk around. It ain't right."

"No, it's not. But you still have your mom, who seems pretty awesome, and I'm always here if you need me."

"Really?" he said hopefully.

I nodded. "Absolutely. You're welcome here anytime, Parker."

He eyed me suspiciously. "You're not just saying that because you like riding my ass, are you?"

"That's a fair question, but no. I've known Micah for five years and we never once did anything even remotely sexual until yesterday morning. The only reason that happened is because he initiated it."

Parker laughed. "Geez, what a slut."

I smiled. "I can honestly say – and I believe Micah would back me up on this – that I would never have touched him had he not made the first move. Additionally, I would never have touched you without your, and his, permission."

"I believe you," he said.

"I'm glad, because it's the truth," I said, putting my hand in the air. "Just so we're clear though, I think it best that you're only here when Micah is. I don't know how long this thing between us will last, but as long as it does, I don't want to give him any reason to think I'm being unfaithful to him. In fact, even if we don't stay together – which is a distinct possibility considering how much we'll have working against us – it would not be appropriate for you and me to continue having a sexual relationship. It just wouldn't feel right, tempting though it might be. You're fun to play with."

He smiled widely at the compliment. "Wow. You must really love the little pain in the ass."

"I do. I really do."

The trademark smirk returned. "Simon's got a boyfriend! Simon's got a boyfriend!"

I was in the process of giving Parker the finger when Micah's voice rang out.

"You're damn right he's got a boyfriend," he said as he sauntered into the office. He walked over to our side of the desk and gave his cousin a playful shove. "Now get away from my man, bitch!"

Spoken with all good humor, without any malice that I could notice whatsoever, I couldn't help but wonder if his statement contained a certain level of territoriality, as if he was saying I belonged to him, and he to me. Was this everything short of him yanking down his briefs and peeing all over me? Was he staking his claim? It wasn't as if he needed to. I think Parker knew the score and was a better person than to seriously try to come between the two of us.

Micah hopped up on my lap with his legs straddling my bare thigh. I wrapped my arm around his midsection and planted a hand on his leg.

Parker rolled his eyes. "Chillax there, Lady Deathstrike. Retract the claws. We were just talking. Geez!"

Micah laid his head back on my shoulder. "I know, Park, and I was only kidding."

"Yeah, right. I'd better go upstairs before you morph into full psycho-bitch mode and scratch my eyes out." He hopped off the desk, the bulge in his shorts still visible. He pulled the Superman tee over his head and dropped it to the floor. His hairless torso gleamed in the soft light of the office; the two little nipples stood at attention. His spindly arms hung loosely from his shoulders. "If you can tear yourself away from your sugar daddy, Parker World is open for business again."

He yanked down the green boxer-briefs, which fell loosely down his skinny legs, leaving him completely naked. His body, much younger in appearance than of your average thirteen-year-old boy, was stunning. There was no trace of hair anywhere, from under his arms, to his gangly legs, to his miniature ball sack, to the area above his glorious, glistening with pre-cum, barely adolescent cock. Michaelangelo could not have sculpted anything more exquisite.

He flashed Micah a sexy smile. "Don't keep me waiting, Cousin."

With that, he stepped out of the pile of briefs at his feet, turned, and walked out of the office, his hand never leaving his dick, and closed the door.

Micah laughed. "Damn."

"What?" I asked, squeezing his leg.

"I hope I enjoy it as much as he does."

"Me, too."

He tilted his head around so he was looking up at me and offered a sideways smile. I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. As we enjoyed a sloppy kiss, my hand moved up and began massaging his flaccid cock through the soft fabric of his underwear. He began to harden instantly. Quite honestly, I'd been hard since Park had planted himself on my desk, and it'd taken everything within me to restrain myself from touching him. Micah shifted his body slightly so that his aforementioned posterior was on top of my erection and he began grinding down into it.

"Fuck, Punky," I said after pulling out of the kiss. I thrust myself upwards into his gyrating backside, wishing I could take him right now. No one had ever turned me on like this before.

Micah moaned loudly.

"You want to come in my ass, don't you?" he asked, reading my mind.

As I continued masturbating him, my free hand slip up inside his shirt and began pinching one of his hard, dime-sized nipples. I put my mouth to his ear and whispered breathlessly, "Yes. Fuck, yes."

He laughed, immediately ceased the grinding, and squirmed his way out of my embrace. As he stood, he twisted his body around so he was facing me, and his mouth formed into an evil grin. My eyes dropped to his crotch, where his boy cock stretched at his briefs and a damp spot of pre-cum glistened in the light.

"Good things come to those who wait, Simon," he said.

I lunged out at him in a flash, grabbed him before he realized what was going on, and threw him over my shoulder. He shrieked with laughter.

"Lemme go! Lemme go!"

"Not a chance, you little cock-tease," I said, giving his ass a playful smack. "You've been a bad boy."

"Ooo!"

"Oh, you like that, do you?"

He was laughing hysterically, but finally managed to say, "Yes!"

I gave him another gentle smack.

"I mean – no!" he screamed, still giggling like mad.

"Which is it, Punky?"

When he didn't answer right away – he couldn't catch his breath from laughing – I went in for the kill. I yanked down the back of his briefs and lightly smacked his bare ass.

He howled. "Simon – hahaha – stop – hahaha!"

"Tell me you're a freaky-deaky little perv who likes having his ass spanked."

"I'm a – hahaha – I'm a—"

I gave him another gentle smack. "Say it!"

He squirmed in my arms, his hard dick pressing against my shoulder.

"I'm a – hahaha – freaky-deaky perv who – likes – hahaha – having his ass spanked!"

"That's better," I said, giving him one last gentle smack. "Now, before I let you down, tell me something."

Though he was still giggling, he finally found his breath. "What?"

"You gonna tease me like that again, Punky?" I asked, rubbing his bare bottom.

"Every chance I get," he replied. "Now let me go, manwhore."

I pulled his briefs back up over his butt and rubbed it one last time before I set him down on his feet. His face was beet red and his hair was a floppy, blond disaster. He jerked his head back and forth a few times, fluffed at it with his fingers, and somehow it all fell back into the sexy, organized chaos it always was. He flipped it one last time for good measure.

"The judges will accept that answer," I announced, "but only because you're so damn cute."

"And you're a dick," he said, grinning widely and giving me the finger.

"The judges also have a hard on for bad boys," I added.

He took a step forward, stood on his toes, and kissed my neck. His hand moved down and grabbed my fabric-encased dick. "So do you, apparently."

I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him into a hug, and kissed the top of his head. "Can you blame me? If you were any sexier, the Surgeon General would have to stamp a warning label on your fine ass."

His arms surrounded me and returned the hug.

"You're the only sexy one around here," he said, kissing my chest.

"Don't let's start that again."

He pulled away and took me by the hand. "We'd better go upstairs before Park goes to sleep." He led me toward the door. "I'll never hear the end of it if I don't fuck him again tonight."

"You make it sound like such a chore. You enjoy it as much as he does."

"Don't tell him that," he said as we approached the bottom of the stairs. "That's something else I'll never hear the end of."

"Yes, dear."

As he led me up the steps, his middle finger shot up again, over his shoulder this time.

I laughed. "Speaking of the end of things, you seriously shouldn't tease me like you did back there. It's kinda mean."

We stepped onto the landing at the top of the stairwell. Micah, still holding my hand, led me toward the bedroom.

"No meaner than you smacking my ass."

"Yeah, but you liked that."

"And you like it when I tease you."

"Touché."

Quite a sight awaited us as we entered the bedroom. Parker was laying bare-ass naked on the bed with his knees up and his legs spread wide open. One hand was pounding his adorable cocklet, while the other was busy pleasuring his hole with a well-lubed finger. His head lay to the side and his eyes were squeezed shut. The loud moans echoing throughout the room indicated that he was doing just fine on his own. It was tempting to just stand there and watch, but both Micah and I wanted to have some fun with the boy.

"Enjoying yourself, Park?" I asked.

He opened his eyes and stopped playing with himself. "No thanks to you guys. I had no choice but to get started without you. Where the hell have you been?"

Micah laughed. "Gee, I'm really sorry you couldn't wait the whole ten minutes it took us to get up here."

Parker raised himself up on his elbows. "I'm a sexual creature, assface. I have needs. Now shut the fuck up, get over here, and make yourself useful."

I shook my head. "I really hope you overcome that shyness problem, Parker. It's holding you back."

Micah stifled a laugh as he removed his t-shirt and briefs.

The younger boy tossed a bottle of lube at his cousin. "Laugh it up, fuzz ball. Hurry up, I ain't got all night."

Words failed me, so while Micah lubed up his cock, I removed my shirt and undies.

Parker patted the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Come here, fucktard. Lie down on your back."

No sooner had Micah done so than Parker climbed on top of him, positioning his ass just above the older boy's crotch. I had to give him major props for wanting to spice things up a bit. He was an adventurous little cuss. He raised one knee and planted his foot on the bed. He then maneuvered his torso so that his face was turned towards Micah's, and they could make out whilst he was being fucked. The scene was mesmerizing.

"Look alive there, grandpa," Parker said suddenly. "Help guide him in so we can start this party, and then make with some sucking. The Park-man needs to come again."

I climbed up on the bed as the boys began to kiss each other and took hold of my lover's lubed-up dick. Not wasting any time, I lined it up with the younger boy's hole.

"You're good to go, Punk."

Parker's ass was ready for the invasion thanks to the hot anal play he'd engaged in earlier, and Micah's cock slid right in with very little resistance. I watched hypnotized as the older boy immediately began thrusting upwards into his cousin's waiting hole.

"Mmm," Parker moaned through their erotic kiss.

I positioned myself so that my head was parallel with Park's crotch, leaned over, and sucked his swollen prick into my mouth. My hand found his hairless, junior-sized nut sack and began milking his tiny balls to give up their prize. The younger boy began thrusting his hips in rhythm with his cousin, which forced his little prick deeper into my mouth. Micah responded to this by increasing his speed, effectively pounding Parker's ass with a ferocious intensity. Park moaned loudly and matched the pace, fucking my face with the same desperate lust with which he was being screwed. I clamped my lips down hard on his boyhood, teasing it with my tongue.

"Oh, god!" Parker growled between the kisses. "Oh, fuck!"

My head bobbed up and down, moving in tempo with the sexual symphony that droned on loudly beneath me. My fingers massaged the younger boy's orbs, hoping soon to relieve them of their delicious nectar, the taste of forbidden fruit.

"Fuck me!" Parker moaned.

The force of Micah's upward thrusts increased, plunging his gorgeous four-and-a-half inches deeper inside his cousin. Both Parker and I, not to be outdone, matched the pace. The air was once again hot with carnal desire, and our bodies began to glisten with perspiration.

Parker's orgasm, the most intense he'd experienced thus far during our time together by my reckoning, ripped through his body like a shockwave. "Oh, shit! I'm gonna—unnnggghhh!"

He rammed himself into my face as his dick exploded into my waiting mouth, shooting several impressive waves of his spunk to the back of my throat. I slurped hungrily, making sure to swallow every drop. My lips slid up on his cock, so that only his head remained inside; my fingers moved up from his balls to the base of his shaft and began milking it. As soon as I was satisfied that the well was dry, I pulled off him, grabbed the bottle of lube, and began to slick up my prick. I wanted to be ready to take another turn after Micah blew his load in Parker's ass.

Considering how worked up he was, I didn't know how he was lasting as long as he was, but he soldiered on, fucking his beautiful cousin from below with a feral passion. The two boys continued their hot make out session as their bodies moved in an erotic frenzy. Watching them dance together, hearing the hot moans of their ecstasy, the fapping as their flesh made contact, and the smacking of their mouths as they attempted to swallow each other's faces, was nearly enough to send me over the edge. When my turn to enter Parker came, I knew I wouldn't last long. I was going to have to make my time inside him count. Then, just as I thought my lover might last all night, he went over the edge and succumbed to the inevitable.

"Oh, fuck, Park!" Micah moaned. "Here it comes! Oh, god!"

He slammed his cock deep inside Parker as his entire body shuddered through the orgasm. Their kissing intensified as the elder boy rode out the effects of his climax and the younger boy took his fourth load of the day, enjoying every second. While this morning he'd been a mere virgin, now Parker was a seasoned veteran, an anal sex prodigy who craved having a cock inside him. His ability to work said cock so that his partner achieved the maximum amount of pleasure was far beyond his age and experience.

When it was apparent that Micah had played himself out, I positioned myself on my knees directly in front of Parker. I took hold of his legs by the crook of his knees and spread them wide, lifting as I did so, causing Micah's dick to slide out of Park's ass.

"You want more, buddy?" I asked him.

He untangled his tongue from his cousin's long enough to say, "Yes. Please. More."

His tone implied desperation. He wanted it; he needed it. Nobody can ever say that I denied a sexy young lad in need. That's me, Mr. Humanitarian.

Wasting no time at all, I plunged myself inside him. It was soft, it was warm, and it felt like home, the erotic equivalent of placing the final piece in an enormous jigsaw puzzle. Complete. It felt complete.

"Holy—fuck!" Park moaned.

Pushing his legs up over his body, essentially bending him in half, I pounded the boy mercilessly, pushing myself deeper and deeper with every thrust. To his credit, he never once whined or complained. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it, his moans of pleasure growing louder the further I pushed myself inside him. His sphincter played my tool like a finely tuned instrument, working in concert with me as we performed together. It was so amazing, so fucking incredible, that I never wanted it to end. I very much doubt that he wanted it to either.

The minutes ticked by much too quickly for both of us. While I knew at the beginning that I'd not last very long, my orgasm took me by complete surprise. There was no tingling deep down, signaling the coming eruption, giving me time to brace myself. No, it was suddenly just time to come.

And, holy fuck – did I ever.

"Oh, god!" I shouted. "Oh, fuck!"

I thrust forward as deeply as I could go and unleashed my load with the force of a thousand horses riding into battle. The climax was massive, possibly my most intense ever, and it surged through my body like a lightning bolt, nearly knocking me over with its power. Parker flexed his sphincter around my cock, squeezing out every trace of my essence. As my body recovered, I slowly regained my senses and gazed down at the two lovely blonds still making out beneath me.

"Geez almighty, kid," I said after my mouth remembered how to form words. Yeah, it was that good. "You're incredible."

Parker broke the kiss and looked up at me with a million-dollar smile. "You're not so bad yourself there, gramps."

I gently lowered his ass down, pulling my deflating cock from him as I went. "Shit, Punky. We may not have to worry about how we're gonna carry on this relationship after this weekend."

"Oh, yeah?" Micah replied as Parker rolled off him. "Why's that?"

"Because I may not survive this weekend. You guys are gonna be the fuckin' death of me."

Parker tumbled off the mattress and onto his feet. He appeared a little unsteady at first, but managed to regain his balance before he began hobbling toward the bathroom. "I just hope you die with a hard-on, so I can keep riding you after you're gone."

Micah made a disgusted face. "Eww! That's gross, Park."

"Just wait, assface. You'll see what I mean pretty soon. Your boyfriend's got mad skills. Whatever you do, don't fuck this up. He's worth holding onto...for way more than just this."

I laughed. "Thank you, Parker."

"No sweat, grandpa," he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

I collapsed onto my back next to Micah and grabbed hold of his hand. We sat there in silence for several minutes before he finally spoke.

"You've created a monster, Simon."

"Me? You fucked him, too."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one who has apparently ruined every other man for him."

I snorted. "Well, I don't know about every other man, but probably a large number of them."

He giggled and squeezed my hand. "Dick."

"Can I help it if I'm dynamite in the sack? We all have our crosses to bear."

I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew they were rolling.

"Well, at least it hasn't gone to your head." He sat up and pulled me with him. "You just better make damn sure that tomorrow you ruin me for other men."

"Punky, when I'm done with you, you'll never even look at another dude. I'm gonna ruin you but good."

"Setting that bar pretty high, aren't we?" he asked with a wink and a hair flip. "I sure hope you can live up to the hype."

"Guaranteed, or your money back. Some exclusions apply."

"You're nucking futs." He tugged at my arm. "Come on, lover boy. Let's get you and that magic flute of yours cleaned up and ready for bed."

I climbed off the bed with him. "Geez, another shower? If all the sex doesn't kill me, next month's water bill will."

"I'm not going to bed all sweaty and sticky with come, and neither are you and Parker."

"Yes, dear."

He laughed as we entered the bathroom. "Smart ass."


Our fourth shower of the day was also the shortest. We were all exhausted and ready for rest. Poor Parker, in fact, actually fell asleep standing up with a head full of lather! Twenty minutes later, after we were clean and dry, the three of us collapsed on the bed together. The boys zonked out almost as quickly as their naked bodies hit the sheets. As I lay there between the two boys – Micah cuddled up on one side, Parker on the other – a line from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory suddenly came to mind.

Don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he'd ever wished for. He lived happily ever after.

Oh, yeah. Life was good.


This is not the end. The final chapter of Micah and Me will be here soon! :)

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.