Date: Fri, 06 Aug 2021 15:27:32 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: The Gift of Stolen Time, Chapter 10 (Gay Adult/Youth) THE GIFT OF STOLEN TIME By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers. Any resemblance to real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation. Chapter Ten Fort Wayne, Indiana, Fall 2030 and Summer 2032 and Spring 2033 When the Greater Fort Wayne Cycling Invitational was 3 months away, Donovan kicked off a serious training regimen. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday began with 10-minute warm-ups followed by hour long rides, then cool-downs and stretching. Thursday was a rest day. Friday repeated the training, and Saturday was the most intense, with a two-hour ride. Sunday was another rest day, at Katherine's insistence, so they could attend church as a family. Connor helped out. He kept a log of everything, recording how far Donny rode, how long, and how fast. Lucas, against his better judgement, bought a high-quality racing bike and joined Donny in the workout routine. The first week nearly killed him. He could barely walk and needed both Connor and Donny rubbing the knots out of his leg muscles. Both of his adopted brothers were patient with him, encouraging him to keep up the pace as long he could and start the cool-down early if he had to. Surprisingly, he found himself building up stamina and strength, until by the end of the third week, he was actually staying up with Donny for the duration of the training. Lucas had never considered himself an athlete, so he was just as surprised as Donny and Connor to learn that he was a natural cyclist. Donny was extremely proud of his `big brother', and he rewarded Lucas in the shower after each workout with a nice `suckjob', as Connor had taken to calling it. Lucas always returned the favor, telling Donny--with a chuckle and a smirk--that it was important for them both to keep up their protein intake while in training. Connor sometimes teased them, threatening to add a new statistic to the log he was keeping on their training: how long it took them to cum. They threatened to tickle him until he actually peed himself if they saw anything like that in the log, so he never did it, although he did secretly time them once, which made his own little dick swell up. The training continued, with slight variations, the closer they got to the day of the invitational. One week before the race, Donovan called off training altogether. Instead, they did light calisthenics and stretching, with plenty of liquids and rest. They ate pasta, breads and rice to pack glycogen in their muscles, and they ate only green veggies, chicken, and fish. The day before the race, they all three rode their bikes at a slow, steady pace for three hours. When they got home, Donovan proclaimed them ready for the invitational. "Which races did you sign up for?" Connor asked, as they parked the bikes inside the garage. "30 miles solo and 80 miles 2-man." Connor blinked. "You're riding a team race? Who'd you get for a partner?" Donovan looked at Lucas and grinned. Lucas was confused. "Huh? What's going on? I don't understand." Connor shook his head. "You didn't really do that, did you, Donny?" Donovan nodded. "I'm riding the 30-mile solo on the first day, in category 3. On the fourth day, Lucas and I are teaming up for the 80-mile 2-man. Cat 3 again." "Wait? What?" Lucas looked from Donny to Connor. "What does that mean?" Connor took Lucas' hands in his own and stared up into Lucas' eyes intently. "It means ... Donny signed the two of you up to ride together as a team. In the hardest bracket there is. Right, Donny?" Donovan nodded slowly, smiling wickedly. Lucas' eyes widened in alarm. "Donovan McCoy ... what have you done?" Donovan placed his hands on Lucas' shoulders and squeezed gently. "Lucas ... listen to me, bro. When you first started riding with me, I thought it was just to show me support. But you showed you could keep pace, and not just keep pace, but also put up some outstanding times. You're a good racer, bro. Really good. Right, Connor?" Connor reluctantly agreed. "He's right, Lucas. I don't know if you're good enough for Cat 3, but you're amazing for a guy who's just starting out." Lucas looked from Donovan to Connor. "What's Cat 3?" "Category 3," Connor replied. "It's the highest competitive level for a regional race like this," Donovan explained. "So you decided it would be a good idea to compete against the best riders with a complete amateur as your teammate?" Lucas asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Donovan smiled his evil grin again. "It'll be massive, bro." Connor nodded agreement. "Massive to the max, bro." *** The first day of the Invitational was crisp at 60 degrees with a high expected to be near 70. The sky was crystal clear, not a cloud in sight. Rain wasn't a remote possibility. Conditions were perfect for a fast race, and Donovan was ready for his solo ride of six 5-mile laps around central Fort Wayne. Donovan sat astride his Motobecane, slowly sipping the last of his electrolyte drink. His lean body stretched every inch of the one-piece, electric-blue lycra racing suit. Solid neck, strong shoulders, flat chest, rippled stomach, and one long cock snaking down the left side, resting on top of thick, powerful thighs, above hard, bulging calves. He was ready to race. Connor silently took the empty bottle and handed Donovan his racing helmet, like a young squire handing a knight his helm before battle. Donovan dropped the helmet in place and snapped the chin strap, then nodded to his little brother. Connor nodded back, with obvious adoration in his young eyes. Katherine touched Donovan's shoulder and smiled. She didn't speak. They'd learned over the years that Donovan didn't want any chatter before a race, nothing to distract him. There was much Katherine could say, about how much she loved her son, about how proud she was of his achievements and especially pleased she was with the way he included his little brother as well. But there was no need. He knew how she felt, and her eyes communicated it all too well. Lucas watched the three of them and felt a pang of jealousy. They were a family. They supported each other and loved each other and ... it was moments like this that made Lucas miss his dad and mom so very much. They had loved and supported him all his life. And Johan too. Damnit. And now Lucas felt the sorrow building up from deep in his gut as he thought about Johan and how much he missed the man. Would it never end? Would he ever reach a point where he could put it behind him, or would he always be subject to these ambush attacks of unexpected emotions swelling up out of nowhere? He shook his head slightly and forced a smile on his face. Donovan didn't need to see him losing focus like this. There was a race to be won. Lucas leaned forward and gripped Donovan's shoulder, squeezing. Donovan turned and looked Lucas in the eye, intense and focused, and Donovan nodded crisply. He pushed forward and rode his bike slowly to join the others at the starting line. *** Connor held a stopwatch, waiting for the starter to fire the pistol. Bang! The racers pushed off and began pedaling hard. Click. Connor started the stopwatch, watching as his brother and the others disappeared down Lake Avenue. Lucas began pacing. He was so nervous he had to move, had to do something. And that was just plain silly. He wasn't racing; Donovan was. So why was he so anxious? Connor giggled. "I was like that the first couple of races." "Couldn't stand still?" Connor nodded. "But then I saw how good Donny is and I realized I had a job to do." "Timing his laps?" "Yep. And letting him know how he's doing." Connor held up a small whiteboard. "You have a job too." Lucas frowned, confused. Connor simply grinned. For ten minutes, they waited, anticipating the return of the racers from the east, coming down Lake Avenue. They heard the excited cheering of the crowds before the racers came into view. Leaning out into the street, Connor and Lucas could see down Lake Avenue only as far as the point where the road bent southwest. When the cyclists came around that bend, they would know how Donovan was faring. The crowds cheered louder. A bright blue bike came into view, the rider wearing electric blue. Donovan, of course. Well in front of the rest, who were clumped up in a pack just behind him, Donovan was bent over, body hunched and still while his legs pumping steadily, eyes on the road ahead. When he passed them, Connor clicked the stopwatch, waited, then clicked it again when the other racers passed. Connor picked up the whiteboard and wrote in big letters: Lap 12:10, Gap :15. He handed the whiteboard to Lucas. "When Donny comes back at the end of the next lap, hold this up, like this." Connor demonstrated. "This tells him how he's doing." Lucas studied the whiteboard. "What's it mean?" Connor pointed and explained. "The first time is how fast he rode the first lap. 12:10. Twelve minutes and ten seconds. That's a really good time for a 5-mile lap. Donny wants to bring them in as close to twelve minutes as he can. It's a pace he can handle all day, but the other racers will burn out if they try to keep up." "And what does gap fifteen mean?" "That's how much of a lead he has over the others. Fifteen seconds. That number will get bigger. A lot bigger." Connor seemed very confident of that, which he should be, having seen his big brother demolish the competition in past races. Lucas took the whiteboard and held it at his side. Another 10 minutes passed. The crowd to the east began cheering again. Once more, the rider in electric-blue came around the bend first, legs still pumping with power and precision. Lucas held up the whiteboard and Donovan's eyes flicked over briefly as he passed. Connor clicked the stopwatch. A half-minute later, a slightly smaller pack of racers sped by. Connor clicked again. "They're losing ground," he said with a chuckle. He took the whiteboard, erased the numbers, and wrote: Lap 12:05, Gap :28. He looked up at Lucas and smiled eagerly. Ten minutes later. Another update. Lap 12:03, Gap :55. "He's wearing them out," Connor said with a satisfied grin. "He's holding his pace at just over 12 minutes. They're falling behind. Right about now, they're fighting over who will come in second." "How many more laps?" Lucas asked. "We're over halfway done. Two more laps." *** "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?" the announcer asked over the loudspeakers. "We have a new course record for the Greater Fort Wayne Cycling Invitational!" The crowd cheered. The announcer continued, "In the category three bracket of the 30-mile solo, with a record-breaking time of 72 minutes and 35 seconds, DONOVAN MCCOY from right here in FORT WAYNE, INDIANA!" The crowd exploded. Local boy made good. Donovan walked onto the stage, waving at the crowd. Every muscle on his body was swollen beneath the lycra racing suit, with the exception of the one in his pants, fortunately, but it still made most of the girls sigh and a few guys as well. Donovan knew the effect his body was having, and he took it all in stride. He accepted the medal from the announcer, put it on over his head, and waved again at the cheering crowd. The announcer offered him the microphone, so Donovan took it and held it to his mouth. When the crowd settled down, he spoke, "I'm very proud to represent Fort Wayne." The crowd shouted and whistled. He waited a moment and continued, "And it's great to set a new course record." A few more cheers. "But best of all, I had my little brother Connor here, helping me every step of the way, letting me know my lap and gap times. He's my biggest fan, but I'm his biggest fan too." The crowd cheered again. Lucas looked over at Connor and saw unashamed tears falling from the kid's eyes. Donovan continued, "And I had my all-time best supporter here, my mom. Thanks, Mom!" Another round of cheers. "And finally, my training partner and new teammate, Lucas Roberts. You'll be up here soon, Lucas." Donovan pointed at Lucas, and Lucas felt his heart leap in his chest. Excitement. Pride. And abject terror. Which one was going to win? That was the question of the hour. *** All three boys lay in Lucas' bed, shoulders touching, staring at the ceiling. After the race, they'd driven home, laughing and chatting about the new course record. While Donovan stood in the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade down his body, Lucas and Connor stood on each side of him, soaping him down and rubbing his muscles. He'd popped a boner, of course, but he wouldn't let them do anything about it. Not during a race week. They finished up, dried off, and dressed in shorts and tee-shirts before joining Katherine for a delicious post-race meal of baked chicken, rice, and asparagus. No desert. But lots of water. Then it was time to call it a night. There was no discussion. All three brushed their teeth and wandered into Lucas' room. Turning off the light, Lucas fell into the middle of the bed. Donovan dropped down next to him on his right. Connor took the left side of the bed. Their shoulders touched. They stared at the ceiling. They didn't talk or joke around. They rested, comfortable with each other, silently reliving the excitement of the day. Their eyes closed and they felt suddenly exhausted. As they fell asleep, Lucas whispered. "I love you guys." Donovan sighed and said, "I love you, Lucas. I love you, shrimp." Connor said nothing, but began softly snoring. *** "It's the same 5-mile course I raced yesterday. Starts at Lakeside Park, heads south over the Maumee River, and follows the river east a couple of miles. Cuts back north on Maplecrest. Finally, west on Lake Avenue back to the starting line." Donovan traced out the race route on Lucas' laptop. "You won't get lost. The route is clearly marked, and you can always follow the other racers." Connor laughed. "Not if you guys are in the lead. They'll be following you!" "There is that possibility," Donovan admitted with a laugh. Then his face turned serious. "But we're not going to kill ourselves to do that. Lucas, my bro, this is your first time competing against good racers--" "First time against good racers?" Lucas interrupted. "It's my first race. Against anyone!" "Yeah, yeah. I know, bro." Donovan wrapped his hand around Lucas' forearm and squeezed gently. "Can you just trust me, bro? I wouldn't have chosen you for my teammate if I didn't think you could do this. You're young and strong. You've posted outstanding times during training. And best of all, I have confidence in you. I know you won't quit on me, and I won't quit on you. That's really all I ask. Don't give up. Fight all the way to the finish line. And when it's over, we may not win the race, but everyone there will respect the hell out of us!" Connor hugged Lucas around the neck from behind and kissed his cheek. "You'll win. Donny is a beast on a bike. And you're a beast in training. You guys will take the lead on the first lap and the other teams will be watchin' your asses the entire race." The two older boys looked at Connor and busted out laughing. "Well, it's true," Connor said with a grin. "You're riding first leg, right Donny?" "Yeah. I think I'll set a 12:15 pace for this race." Connor took out his notebook and checked a page with calculations. "That should be good. It's probably faster than anyone else can put up." Donovan nodded. "Okay. I'll take leg one and give us an early lead. Lucas, you'll ride the second leg. Lap time, Connor?" Connor frowned and scratched the side of his nose as he studied his notes. "Lucas can probably get close to 13-minute laps, but he might want to do 13 and a half, just to pace himself." Turning to Lucas, Donovan explained, "The race is 80 miles long. 16 laps, each 5 miles long. I'll ride the first lap. Then I'll hand off the bike to you, and you'll ride the second lap. Back to me again, then you again, and so on until we've each put in 8 laps. We have to use the same bike the entire race, so we'll have to practice the hand-off. It's like passing the baton in a relay race, only it's a bike we'll be exchanging! Don't worry, bro. It's not hard; you'll pick it up quick." Connor jumped in. "I'll be timing you guys. Letting you know what your lap times are and whether you should speed up or pace yourselves. Your first lap times will be the best times. As the race goes on, you'll start getting tired and posting slower laps." "Our goal is to set a solid pace and keep our lap times consistent," Donovan continued. "So that means while one of us is on the course, the other will be stretching, hydrating, and breathing. Deep breaths to oxygenate your muscles." "A lot of teams put their best rider last," Conner added. "To close the race, you know?" "But we won't do that," Donovan said with a wink. "I'll put in a blistering first lap, so the other teams have to fight to catch us. You'll hold our lead with your lap. I'll add to the lead on my lap. We'll keep doing that all the way to the end. On your last lap, you give it everything you have and bring it home, bro. Bring it home." "Yeah," Connor said with sparkling eyes. "It'll be massive!" *** Donovan delivered as promised on the first lap. A blistering speed and a lap time of 12 minutes and 15 seconds. Donovan swung off the bike at the last second while Lucas ran beside him on the opposite side. Lucas grabbed the handlebar and sprinted forward, swinging on to the bike when Donovan released it. It was smooth. As smooth as they had practiced it. Lucas was off. His heart was beating faster than it ever had. He felt like throwing up. Instead, he bent down over the bike and focused on the road in front of him. His legs were pumping, driving the bike as fast as he could. Then he remembered Donovan's warning: "Don't take it out too fast. Your body is going to be pumped full of adrenalin, so you'll want to sprint. Don't. Just keep it at the pace we talked about. Even if the other racers catch you and pass you, stick to your pace. We have 80 miles to race, and you need to be in it the entire way, so don't sprint. Hold the pace." Lucas commanded his legs to steady down. Even it out. Drive. Breath. Drive. Find your rhythm. Now hold it. Drive. Drive. Keep it steady. The cheers of the crowd began to fade away and Lucas found himself in a bubble of concentration. It was like using the time stealer. Nothing around him mattered. Just his legs driving up and down, his lungs breathing in and out, his heart pumping, pumping, pumping. Over the Maumee River. Pumping. Pumping. Into the rising sun. Eyes on the course. Legs driving. A sharp turn onto Maplecrest. Pumping. Driving. Turning again on Lake Avenue. Steady. Stay in rhythm. A final slight bend in the course. Just ahead, Donovan waiting. Lucas drove hard the final stretch and swung off the bike. Donovan snagged it and sprinted forward. Lucas released the bike and watched Donovan jump aboard and disappear down the road. Turning, Lucas saw Connor motioning for him to come to the side of the road. Connor handed Lucas a plastic bottle. "Drink, but slowly. Just sip it. And breathe." Lucas chuckled when he realized he'd needed to be reminded to breathe. "How are we doing?" Connor grinned. "13:25." "That was my lap?" Lucas asked, astonished. Connor nodded and gave Lucas a thumb's up. "We're leading?" Lucas asked. He'd been so focused he hadn't noticed where the other racers were. "No. We're five seconds behind, but Donny will make it up easy." Lucas began to pace. The nerves were beginning to show again. Connor grabbed his adopted big brother by the hand and pulled him to a stop. "You're doing great, Lucas. Just keep your head in the race. Hold your pace. Lucas, listen to me. When the other teams saw Donny taking the first lap, they switched up too. They all put their strongest guy first, so the guys you're riding against are guys you can catch. Don't worry. You got this." Lucas glanced down at his body. He wore a matching lycra racing suit, in electric blue, just like Donovan, so he looked like he belonged here, but he couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was an imposter. His thighs and calves weren't monstrous like the other racers, although his legs were shaved smooth, like Donovan's, thanks to Connor's careful grooming the night before. His body wasn't lean; he had a noticeable layer of fat on his sides and stomach. His cock wasn't snaking down the leg of his lycra shorts like Donovan's; he was too fucking scared out of his mind, so his cock was shriveled up and hiding. Connor squeezed his hand again, drawing his attention back. "Donny will hand you a nice lead. You'll see." Donovan brought in the third lap right at 12 minutes even, giving them a 25 second lead. He was obviously pushing a little harder than originally planned. Lucas took over and came in at 13:30 for lap four, losing ground a bit. Donovan's lap five was 12:02. Lucas' sixth lap was disastrous, with a time of 14:10. He had lost over a minute, putting them half a minute behind. His body was wearing down, and they weren't even halfway done. Lucas chewed his lip as he waited for Donny to finish his lap. Connor urged him to sip more electrolytes and breath as deep as he could. Connor patted Lucas on the back and smiled encouragement. Donovan finished lap seven in 12:05, holding strong. He'd made up time, bringing them back to only 12 seconds behind. Lucas swung on board the bike and pushed himself as hard as he had the entire race. He brought his pace back up and finished the lap in 13:20, but they were still half a minute behind the leaders. Lucas watched Donny sprint off on lap nine. Halfway done. 40 miles in. 40 miles to go. And Lucas was worried. His body ached. He didn't know if he could do it. Four more grueling laps. He wanted to win, but he couldn't see it happening. He wasn't in the same condition as Donovan or any of these other racers. His muscles burned and begged him for a rest. He was holding Donny back, losing ground every time he was on the bike, yielding back the precious seconds Donny fought for. Shit! Well ... Fort Wayne was one of the last places in the U.S. where Lucas hadn't used the time stealer. One of the last places he felt safe allowing time to flow around him, not worrying about how the time fields were building up and causing the age reductions to be more dramatic each time he used the silver wristband. But what the hell! He could always move to western Montana, Alaska, or Oahu. They were all still safe locations. He knelt down next to his equipment bag and reached inside. He found the time stealer, resting on the bottom of the bag. Turning it so he could reach the gems, he pressed the red stone, then the blue. Energy flowed around him causing time to stand still. He held his body perfectly motionless, allowing the healing effects of the frozen time to flow through his body, washing away the fatigue toxins that were beginning to build up in his muscles, filling his lungs with super-oxygenated air, repairing micro-tears in his thighs and calves. His heartrate slowed. His body restored itself to fully-rested pre-race condition. Lucas took one more deep breath, pressed down on the time stealer gems again, stopped the time bubble, and stood up. A little girl in the crowd was staring at him, confused. Shit, Lucas thought, did I move while I was in the time field? He had tried to hold his body perfectly still, but the time stealer caused his body to shiver when the field opened and closed. The girl might have noticed that. Well, what's done is done, Lucas said to himself, turning around and walking back to Connor. Donny finished lap nine. 12:08. Gap 15 seconds behind. Donny was holding steady, and the other racers were tiring, struggling to stay ahead now. Lucas brought in lap ten at 13:40. He'd found his second wind, thanks to the time stealer. Gap 45 seconds behind. Donny. Lap eleven. 12:10. Gap 25 seconds behind. Lucas. Lap twelve. 12:55. Connor screamed and danced around Lucas, shouting that he'd broken the 13-minute mark. They were only 5 seconds behind. Donny. Lap thirteen. 12 even. They were back in the lead, 15 seconds ahead. Lucas brought in lap fourteen at a blazing 13:02. Donny ran his last and final lap at 11:50. Lucas' lap times had inspired Donny to pour it on for the last lap. When Lucas took over, they had a 23 second lead over the closest competitor. Lucas never looked back. He drove himself around the course, pushing hard, and for last 100 feet, sprinted to a 13-minute-even finish. Together, Donovan McCoy and Lucas Roberts finished the 80-mile race in 203 minutes, 32.78 seconds, setting a new course record. The second-place team finished 38 seconds behind them. Crushed by the youngsters. *** Lucas tried to match Donovan's and Connor's excitement as they sat in the restaurant, enjoying fat, juicy hamburgers and curly fries. It had been a thrilling race, even if he had cheated. But was it actually cheating? He had ridden the bike the entire way, pushing his body like he'd never done before. All the other racers, Donovan included, had years of training on him. What did it matter if he had used the time stealer to recover halfway through the race? They all had training and conditioning to help them rejuvenate. He had relativistic mechanics. Their bodies were trained to recuperate in the middle of a race. His body had recuperated faster yet, thanks to a momentary blink in time. So was it cheating? Lucas couldn't help but feel that it was, and so he was disappointed in himself even as he scarfed down fries and slurped a thick vanilla milkshake. Back at the house, Katherine kissed them all good night and went to bed--she had to be up early for work the next day. The three boys headed off for a much-needed shower. Connor spent a lot of time soaping up and rubbing down the tired muscles of his two brothers. They both moaned as his little fingers pressed and prodded their aching calves and thighs. They managed to pour shampoo into their palms and wash each others' hair, leaning their exhausted chests together beneath the spraying water to rinse out the soap. They dried off and collapsed into bed, naked, not bothering to put on underwear. The next morning, Lucas woke first. He was on his side, hugging Connor against his chest, who was in turn pressed up against Donny's side. Lucas' hand cupped Connor's hard little cock. Connor's arm was tossed across Donovan's chest. Donovan lay on his back, one hand carelessly gripping his own boner, which was sticking out at its usual impressive eight inches. Lucas realized that his own cock was rock hard, pressed against the soft flesh of Connor's ass. Connor didn't seem to mind. His soft snores testified to his deep, uninterrupted sleep. Lucas pulled his hand off Connor's dick and rolled over onto his back, groaning slightly. His body was sore, but not exceptionally so. The brief frozen-time respite halfway through the race had probably made a significant difference in his recovery. And ... it had made him horny. Well, hornier. He was already pent up because of Donovan's insistence that they hold off cumming before the race. Donny had insisted that they needed every bit of energy, and that meant no jerking off, sucking off, or any other type of sexual release. Lucas had gone along with it, expecting to enjoy a bit of fun after, but they'd all been too tired to do anything last night. As a result, Lucas now had a boner from hell that needed immediate attention. Apparently, so did Donny. Even little Connor was hard as a rock. Lucas rolled back into Conner, pushing his throbbing cock against the 11-year-old's soft butt cheeks and gently thrusting, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding along the boy's soft skin. He felt Connor shift slightly, giggle and push back. Connor whispered, "Someone's horny as a goat this morning." Lucas kissed Connor's neck. "And how would you know anything about horny goats?" "I've seen stuff," Connor replied with a giggle. "I have a computer in my room, you know." Lucas pulled the boy into a tight hug and began thrusting harder. "Maybe I better check your browser history." Connor giggled even harder, reached behind his back to grab Lucas' hard shaft and began stroking it. "Ewww," Connor said with a grin, "it's leakin' everywhere." Donovan moaned and turned his head, opening his eyes slightly. "What's leaking?" "Lucas' thingie." Donovan sat up on one elbow and saw what Lucas and Connor were doing. He smiled and leaned down to kiss Lucas on the lips, then kissed Connor on the forehead. Sliding down even farther, Donovan took Connor's hard little rod in between his thumb and finger and began slowly rubbing his brother. Connor sighed and leaned back against Lucas, whispering, "Kiss my neck more, please." Lucas nibbled on Connor's earlobe and the side of his neck, leaving gentle, affectionate kisses here and there. Connor sucked in his breath, loving the attention. Donovan leaned closer and took Connor's dick into his mouth, making the pre-teen whimper in delight. The angle was awkward, so Connor scooted away from Lucas and turned to lie flat on his back. Now Donny could suck his dick without twisting his neck. Connor turned his head to kiss Lucas on the mouth, and grabbed Donovan's head, pushing him down toward his throbbing dick. With Lucas kissing him and Donovan sucking him, Connor was in heaven, twisting and groaning as his young body responded in short order with a powerful dry orgasm. Donovan pulled off Connor's dick and gently stroked his little brother's legs and stomach. The boy's eyes were closed and he was panting slightly. "How was that, shrimp?" Connor smiled and whispered, "Massive!" Donovan patted Connor's leg. "Great. Now move out of the way and let Lucas and me take care of each other." *** Katherine pulled out all the stops for supper that night. Fatty porkchops covered in thick brown gravy. Mashed potatoes with melted butter in the center. Creamed corn and buttermilk biscuits. A nice salad with ranch dressing. And ice cream sundaes for dessert. The conversation was lively and filled with laughter. It was a family celebration, complete with teasing and jokes. Afterward, they retired to the den to watch a movie together. Connor sat in his mom's lap, snuggling against her warm chest. Lucas and Donovan sat on the love seat. The movie was a sappy comedy, filled with silly situations that made everyone laugh. At one point, when the plot was moving a bit slow, Donovan turned to Lucas, smiled and kissed him on the lips. Lucas was surprised but said nothing, so Donovan leaned in again and kissed him harder, rubbing, caressing with his lips. Connor whooped and giggled. Katherine squeezed Connor and told him to settle down. Donovan looked over at the two of them, smiled, and leaned his head against Lucas' shoulder. Lucas felt his heart beginning to race. He was excited, yes, but also nervous and embarrassed even. He leaned forward and said, "Excuse me, everyone. I ... ummm ... need to use the bathroom." He stood up and walked stiffly out of the room, heading not for the bathroom, but his bedroom, where he sat on the edge of his bed and tried to get his racing heart under control. There was a soft knock on the doorframe. It was Donovan. Lucas looked down at his feet, but he patted the bed next to him. Donovan walked over and sat down next to Lucas. "You okay, bro?" "Yes. Just needed to think about some stuff, you know." "Yeah. I understand." Donovan reached over and took Lucas' hand. "You know that I'd like us to be more than just friends, right?" Lucas laughed nervously. "Yeah, I know you do, but ... Donny, I'm not sure I can be." Donovan nodded. "Yeah, I figured that out." "I'm really sorry, Donny." "No worries, bro. I get it. There's someone else, isn't there?" "No," Lucas replied, looking up at Donovan, startled. "Why would you think that?" Donovan smiled. "I don't mean here and now. There's someone else, from your past, someone you can't forget." Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry. "How did you know?" "I can see it in your eyes, bro. Whoever he is, I know you loved him very much and you can't forget him." Lucas nodded. "I don't want to hurt you. Or Connor." "I'm not hurt, Lucas. I understand, and it's okay." "Then ... do you think it would be alright, if we went back to being friends?" Donovan chuckled. "Bro ... we never stopped being friends." He dropped Lucas hand and reached around Lucas' back, pulling Lucas into a firm hug. He turned Lucas to face him, kissed him on the lips, and squeezed Lucas' cock with a playful tease. "We'll always be friends ... and brothers." *** The letters arrived in the mail the same day. Fancy red-white-and-blue envelopes with gold lettering. One addressed to Donovan McCoy, the other to Lucas Roberts. The return address was USA Cycling, U.S. Olympic & Paralympic Committee, Colorado Springs, Colorado. Donovan's hands were shaking so hard he couldn't hold the envelope when he tried to open it, so Connor took it and ripped it open for him, pulled out the letter and handed it to his big brother. Donovan scanned the letter. Looking up at his mom and Lucas and Connor, his mouth opened but he was unable to speak. "What's it say, Donny?" Connor shouted. Donovan shook his head and handed the letter to Katherine. She took it and began reading. "Team USA and the USA Cycling committee are pleased to offer you an opportunity to try out for the current U.S. Olympic team." She dropped the letter and stared at Donovan. Connor screamed, "MASSIVE!!" He grabbed Donovan by the hands and began jumping up and down, trying to leap into Donovan's arms. "You're going to the Olympics, bro! You're going to the frickin' Olympics!" Connor's antics finally broke Donovan out of his shock. "Hold on, shrimp. I'm not on the team yet. This is an invitation to try out for the team. I still have to make the cut." Connor snorted. "Are you kidding me? You'll make it. YOU'RE GOING TO THE OLYMPICS, DONNY!" Donovan began laughing and hugged Conner and his mom and finally Lucas. Lucas hugged him back, thrilled to tears for his young friend's invitation. Then they all remembered that Lucas had received a letter too. When he opened it, he found the same type of letter, an invitation to try out for Team USA. The letters congratulated them on their winning performances at the Greater Fort Wayne Cycling Invitational and explained that their first-place finish had qualified them to participate in upcoming Olympic development camps. Lucas took a deep breath and frowned. There was no way he could do this. Donovan noticed and turned to his mom and Connor. "Can I talk to Lucas alone for a second, please?" Katherine nodded. "Certainly, son. Come on, Connor." Connor whined briefly, but did as he was asked. Donovan turned back and stood face to face with Lucas. He knew Lucas very well by now, and he could see the doubt in Lucas' eyes. "What are you thinking, bro?" Lucas snorted and smiled. "You know I'm not good enough for the Olympics, Donny." "When I get finished with you ..." Donovan let his words trail off, smirking at Lucas. Lucas shook his head. "Nah, bro. It's your dream, not mine. I have other dreams to follow." Donovan smiled and nodded. "I know, bro. And I'm okay with that." "Really?" "Hey, I'm going to miss having my brainy training partner and teammate, but I understand." "I'm going to be cheering for you the whole fucking way, Donny." "You better, bro. It will take a lot of training, you know." "Yeah. You'll be gone for years." "Someone will have to take care of the shrimp for me." "I can do that." Donovan smiled and pulled Lucas into a tight hug. "Thank you, bro." Lucas pulled back and kissed Donovan on the lips. "No, bro. Thank you." *** Two years later ... The commentator stared earnestly into the camera. "Dreams of Olympic gold may be coming true for Team USA, thanks in good part to the two youngest cyclists on the team. The nineteen-year-old phenom from Denver, Colorado, Brandon Myers, has been paired with cycling sensation Donovan McCoy, an eighteen-year-old rising star from Fort Wayne, Indiana. The two turned in blazing performances at pre-Olympic competitions, causing team coaches to optimistically hint at golden glory in the upcoming Olympics." A second announcer took over. "That's right, Andy. Today, we're at the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park in east London, waiting to see how well these young Americans fare against the best in international competition. England is placing great hopes in Nigel Thorton and Barty Thames, two of the country's strongest competitors in recent cycling history. But the hometown favorites may find themselves sorely challenged by the American youngsters, who have yet to lose any race they've entered ...` Katherine McCoy sat on the couch, nervously wringing her hands. She was so very, very proud of Donny. It had been a long two years, supporting his training halfway across the country, finding a way to attend competitions when they were held anywhere in the vicinity of Fort Wayne. Lucas had paid for everything, flying the family out to watch Donny compete, though he wouldn't say where he got the money or take anything in return for it. And now it was time to see Donny represent the USA. Lucas sat on the love seat, excited beyond words for all Donovan had accomplished. It was an amazing feeling to know that this world-class athlete had been the focused, determined teenager who worked out with him, trained with him, raced with him, and fooled around with him. They were showing a picture of Donny and his teammate Brandon, standing next to their racing bikes, dressed in red and white lycra racing suits. Both were hung like a horse. Yep, Lucas thought, I touched that cock and sucked it too. And now it's in the Olympics. Lucas chided himself. It's the Olympics, he told himself. You can't be thinking about a guy's cock when he's in the Olympics. Connor was stretched out in the floor, the only calm one in the house. His lean body had grown almost a foot. He was developing the same solid musculature as his older brother, but he wasn't as interested in cycling. He had discovered girls, and they were his primary focus these days, although he was putting the girls aside in favor of the Olympics because his brother, his hero, was riding in the frickin' Olympics for Team USA! Connor turned on his side and saw his mother fretting and Lucas staring. He knew what Lucas was thinking. That picture of Donny and Brandon was frickin' hilarious. They had big cocks, and Lucas probably would like to suck both of them. Connor would have to spend some time with Lucas tonight. They hadn't done much lately, not since Connor had fallen in love with Andrea Martinez, but Connor still liked messing around every now and then with his adopted brother. The announcers finished their introduction and sent the feed over to the start of the road race, where the cyclists waited for the starting pistol to fire. There was a loud pop, and the cyclists pushed off and began jockeying for position. A rider in red and white quickly pulled to the front of the pack. Donovan's sleek form was impossible to miss. The muscles in his legs bulged as he powered his way ahead of his competitors and pushed out to an early lead; he wanted at least a 10 second gap to hand off to Brandon. When he came back around to the starting point and Brandon took over, the gap was actually 12 seconds. Brandon pumped his legs and accelerated, stretching the gap even more. It was a lead no one would be able to erase. Later that afternoon, Donovan McCoy and Brandon Myers from the United States of America stood proudly side by side on the top step of the platform, their hands pressed over the gold medals resting above their hearts as the American anthem played in the background. Katherine cried. Connor danced around the room. Lucas jumped out of his chair and tackled Connor, wrestling the laughing teen to the ground. After the awards ceremony, Brandon and Donny hugged and kissed. The lycra racing suits did very little to hide how excited they both were. The view switched quickly back to the announcers who smiled and made small talk, commenting on how passionate the young racers appeared to be about their win. Connor grinned and giggled. Katherine said, "Oh, my. That's something he's going to have a hard time explaining to all his fans." Connor snorted and fell over laughing. "Yeah, Mom. A real HARD time!" Katherine threw a pillow at Conner. Lucas grabbed Connor and tickled him until he begged for mercy. *** One year later, the McCoys attended the Purdue graduation ceremony, Spring 2033, to support their adopted son and brother, Lucas Roberts, who was graduating with honors in Physics, Relativistic Mechanics. Or Time Machine Mechanics, as Connor liked to jokingly call it. Connor took Rachel Simpson, his latest crush. Donovan took Brandon Myers, his cycling teammate and steady boyfriend for the last year. After graduation, there was a small party at the McCoy house. The delicious food was provided by Katherine's new catering company, which Lucas had helped her set up and get funded by an anonymous backer who sponsored promising new start-ups. There was champagne to celebrate, and Connor was allowed a small glass, though he wasn't at all sure he liked the taste. They toasted Lucas, congratulated him on his accomplishment and wished him the very best when he continued his graduate studies in Physics at Oxford University in the Fall. One month later, Lucas packed the last of his clothes in a suitcase and flipped it closed, latching it. He looked around the small bedroom that had been his home for several years and tried not to cry. He felt a strong hand grip his neck and squeeze. He turned and saw Donovan standing behind him, lips quivering as he held back his own tears. "Family meeting in the den, Lucas. Your presence is requested." Lucas grabbed Donovan in his arms and hugged him to his chest. Words weren't necessary to express how close they now were and how much they would miss each other. Donovan pulled away slightly and kissed Lucas on the lips. "Come on, bro. Everyone's waiting." In the den, he saw Katherine and Conner sitting next to each other and Brandon perched on a bar stool. Lucas looked around and asked, "Rachel isn't joining us?" Connor ducked his head. "Nah, we broke up." "What?! Why?" Lucas asked. Connor shrugged. "She caught me looking at Bridget Martin." He had the decency to blush as he said, "I can't help it if all the girls think I'm cute." Connor stood and picked up a small wrapped present. As he handed it to Lucas, he smirked and said, "Here's something that will make the girls think YOU'RE cute." Lucas took the gift and carefully unwrapped it. Opening the box inside, he pulled out a amber bottle. He read the label and smiled, turning it so everyone could see a hand-made tag taped to the front of the bottle, reading `Man-Fume'. Donovan guffawed as Lucas sprayed cologne on himself, then Connor, and they pecked each other on the lips. Katherine and Brandon looked on, baffled, until Donovan said, "I'll explain later." Katherine handed Lucas a large, flat present. "To remind you of home," she said with a smile. He tore away the wrapping paper and flipped off the lid. Inside was an apron, and printed across the front were the words: `World's Second Best Chef'. He chuckled and hugged her. "I'll never find better food, no matter where I go." "Then you'll simply have to come home every chance you get." Tears were pooling in both their eyes. Lucas nodded. "I'll be back for Christmas break. And I'm planning to take off a few months in the summer. I'll be here in time for Donny's graduation. You are going to graduate finally, right?" Lucas asked, turning to Donovan. Donovan held up his hand. "I promise. No cycling for an entire year. No more breaks from school." Donovan nodded at Brandon, who handed Lucas another gift. "From both of us," Brandon said, patting Lucas on the arm as he handed over the box. "Even though we're taking a break from riding, we want you to keep it up. Buy yourself a bike when you get to England. You can wear this when you ride." Lucas took the present and tore it open, blushing when he saw what the box contained. He lifted out a singlet made of see-through mesh everywhere except the crotch, which was covered by a skimpy satin pouch. He held it up, puzzled. Connor fell onto the couch, roaring in laughter. Katherine raised her eyebrows. Donovan chuckled and said, "Just kidding, bro. This is for riding in." He handed Lucas another box. With some trepidation, Lucas opened the box and found the electric blue lycra racing uniform he had worn when he teamed up with Donovan at the cycling invitational. Sewn onto the breast was a Team USA logo with the words `Team Alternate' underneath. He tried his best not to cry, but the tears started flowing. He grabbed Donovan and Brandon both and hugged them, thanking them. Connor stopped laughing and joined them in the hug, all four weeping with joy. Donovan pulled away and motioned for Connor to get the last present. Connor picked up a small box and gave it to Lucas. Lucas sniffed and said, "I'm not sure I should open this." "Go ahead, bro," Donovan said, grinning. "You'll like this one." Brandon nodded, "You will ... I helped them pick it out. For when you're having tea and crumpets at university." The last part he said with a horrible English accent, making Connor snort and laugh. Lucas opened the box and pulled out a coffee mug. On the side was printed: `Being a brother is really the only gift you'll ever need.' Lucas gasped for breath. His shoulders began shaking and a torrent of tears flowed from his eyes. His brothers wrapped him up in their arms again and Katherine joined them as they wept. *** The McCoys dropped Lucas at the airport. He promised to call when he arrived, then reached into his pocket and tossed his car keys to Connor. "It's yours," he said. Connor was speechless, for once. "You'll need a car next year when you get your learner's permit. I'll expect a chauffeur when I come to visit in the future." Lucas picked up his luggage and headed into the airport, counting himself blessed that he was finally leaving a place without ripping his heart into shreds. End of THE GIFT OF STOLEN TIME, Chapter Ten