Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2021 17:00:13 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: The Gift of Stolen Time, Chapter 4 (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 Four Tupelo, Mississippi, Summer 2019 Jacksonville, Florida, Fall 2019 Miguel groaned and stretched. He blinked his eyes and looked around. "Where are we?" "Arkansas. We passed the Texas border half an hour ago," Lucas replied. "What time is it?" "Probably 8 or 9." Miguel yawned and scratched his head. "I'm getting kind of hungry." Lucas nodded toward the back of the RV. "See what you can find in the cabinets. I know there's a plate of cookies. We'll stop at the next town and buy some food." They munched on Mrs. Taylor's homemade cookies as they left Texas in their rear-view mirror. In Homan, Arkansas, they stopped at a grocery store and stocked up on drinks, sandwich meat, bread, chips, and ranch dressing. Miguel argued that you could use ranch dressing as a condiment on anything. Lucas, smiling, tossed two bottles into the shopping cart. They found a gas station, filled up the RV, and emptied their bladders. In the gas station restroom, Lucas had Miguel bend over the sink and wet his hair. Then he used the hair dye to turn Miguel's dark hair a light gray. It actually looked more blue than gray, so it wasn't much of a disguise, but it would have to do. Then they hit the road again. Miguel asked Lucas if he was getting tired from driving so long. Lucas said he wasn't, but he didn't tell Miguel the reason he wasn't tired. One thing about being a time bandit--and Lucas had been using the time stealer a lot over the last few days--was that afterward his body was so keyed up that he couldn't sleep right away. So he kept driving, stopping every now and then to stretch their legs, until they pulled into Tupelo, Mississippi. Lucas glanced out the window as they drove through the town. "Looks like a good place to stop for a while." Miguel frowned. "Why? What's so special about this place?" "Nothing, I suppose," Lucas admitted, "except it's twelve hours from San Angelo. I think we're far enough away that we can stay a week or so and then decide what we want to do next." They found a place just outside of town called Evergreen Campground. Lucas gave the man in the office $200 for a week. Then they parked the RV, connected it to the power pole, and turned on the air conditioning. It felt incredible, especially after being exposed to Tupelo's muggy evening air. After eating sandwiches and the last of the cookies, they stripped down to their underwear and fell into bed side by side. It was only 6 p.m., but they were both exhausted and ready to call it a day. *** Lucas woke up slowly, his head stuffy and aching. He felt a body hugging him from behind. Arms draped around his chest. Hot, smooth skin pressed against his back. And something hard pushed against the flesh of his ass. Not just pushing. Thrusting slowly up and down. And then he heard Miguel mumbling, "Let me ... yes in here ... please ... oh ..." The thrusting sped up as Miguel embraced Lucas from behind, clasping their bodies together, prodding his ass aggressively for half a minute then suddenly stopping. Lucas heard Miguel panting, then muttering, "Oh my God." Miguel released Lucas and rolled over, facing the side of the RV. Lucas waited several minutes. Nothing from Miguel. No movement. No sound. So Lucas rolled over and saw Miguel huddled as far away as possible. Lucas didn't want to embarrass the kid, so he sat up and stretched, reached over and shook Miguel gently. "You awake, amigo?" Miguel mumbled something indistinguishable. Lucas twisted his neck, feeling a pop in his vertebrae, and said, "Wow. I slept good. Guess I was tired." Miguel turned slightly and asked, "You did?" "Yeah. Like a rock. Nothing wakes me up when I'm sleeping that good, except a full bladder. I have to pee. Be right back." Lucas slid out of bed, found his jeans and a shirt and slid them on. Then slipped into some shoes. "Ummm ... hang on. I'll go with you." Miguel scurried out of the bed and dressed quickly. He kept his hand over his groin, but it did little to disguise his erection or the large wet spot on his underwear. He finally gave up the pretense when he couldn't get his pants up easily over the swollen rod. He shrugged and said, "Piss boner." Lucas smiled. "No problem, bro. Happens to everyone." Lucas grabbed toiletries, two towels, and a change of clothing for both of them, then motioned for Miguel to exit the RV. They found the campground restroom and peed side by side at the urinals. The back of the restroom had a single shower cubicle with a small bench where you could leave your things. Miguel stripped down first and started his shower while Lucas sat on the bench. They chatted while the youngster finished showering. Then Lucas took his turn while Miguel kept him company. Showers finished, hair more-or-less combed, and deodorant applied, they were ready to find some breakfast. The campground featured a restaurant next to the office that served a really decent breakfast buffet. Both ate too much, stuffing themselves on scrambled eggs, sausage gravy and biscuits, fried potatoes, and bacon. Grits were available but neither one was brave enough to try them. Lucas put $5 in the tip jar after paying for their meal. The lanky teenage boy behind the counter smiled at him and thanked him. The young man was well-built and handsome, with black hair hanging over his ears and dark blue eyes. Lucas was tempted to use the time stealer to see what the teen had behind that apron, but he resisted. He was trying to build something with Miguel. Something that would last. And he wasn't going to let the time stealer take that from him. Returning to the RV, they stripped off their shirts and stood underneath the air conditioner vent. The cold air made them shiver and their nipples perky. Lucas pulled out the laptops. "You up for some GoX?" "Hell, yeah!" Miguel exclaimed. "Let's see how good their WIFI is," Lucas said with a grin. It was like nothing had changed. First they played Gladiators of Xanadu, killing a horde of minor monsters before tackling an especially nasty three-headed beast in the lowest dungeon of the castle. While standing over the body of the vanquished beast, Miguel's barbarian humped Lucas' ranger elf, both characters dressed in their scantiest attire. That lasted maybe a minute before Miguel reached over and squeezed Lucas' leg. His brown eyes were hungry, and Lucas knew what the boy wanted. Pushing the now-forgotten laptop away, Lucas stood up and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down and kicking them off. Then he pulled his underwear out and over his own boner, sliding them down and throwing them on top of the jeans. Then he turned around and gave his ass to Miguel, who began squeezing the man's butt cheeks, pressing, prodding, pulling them apart and rubbing Lucas' rosebud with a spit-slick thumb. Lucas heard the snap of the lid on the tube of lube flipping open. Then he felt the cool, slippery gel being pressed all over his pucker and slightly inside. A finger pushed in slowly, coating the inside of his ass, pushing past his tight sphincter, opening him up. A second finger joined the first, forcing his slippery hole to relax and gape. The fingers pulled out and he felt spongy flesh pushing against him. More pressure and a hard rod slid through and up into his body, making Lucas gasp. Deeper still. Now rubbing along that deliciously tender spot deep inside him. Stopping only when smooth thighs pressed up against his ass. Then slowly pulling out and just as slowly sliding back in, giving him time to accept this most intimate of invasions. Slightly faster, but still unhurried and sensual. Arms clasped him around the chest. Fingers explored and tickled his nipples. A chin rested on his back, nibbling at his neck. He turned his head and teeth nipped his earlobe. Leisurely, deep thrusting began to speed up slightly, pound a little harder. With his hands resting on the wall, he felt the RV rocking gently in time to their lovemaking. He groaned and pushed back against the boy, feeling the intensity building between them. Faster now. Vigorous. The RV began rocking, swaying slightly back and forth. Each time Miguel thrust up inside him, Lucas moaned. Miguel grunted, "Take it, elf whore!" Lucas closed his eyes and whimpered, "You barbarian beast ..." Miguel paused and they both giggled, then Miguel's arms squeezed the air out of Lucas' lungs as the hard rod in his ass stopped thrusting and pushed as far up inside him as it could go. Lucas waited, breathing hard. Miguel's hot panting breath blew across his shoulder blades. They stood there, still joined together, letting their hearts stop pounding. Slowly, Miguel slid out. He grabbed a towel to catch the slimy globs of lube and cum that spilled out of Lucas' ass. Wiping gently, Miguel cleaned Lucas, then turned Lucas around and applied a generous handful of lube to his lover's throbbing cock. The teen jacked the older man's cock, granting him an explosive release a short minute later, catching the creamy ejaculate in the same towel. Miguel looked up at Lucas and grinned. Lucas bent down to kiss Miguel on the lips, but Miguel turned slightly, taking the kiss on his cheek. Smiling apologetically, Miguel busied himself wiping his cock one last time with a clean corner of the towel and said, "Looks like we need another shower, bro." Lucas nodded. Maybe he was pushing too fast with Miguel. Miguel might never be ready for a kiss on the lips. Lucas picked up his clothes and dressed. They grabbed the rest of what they needed for their shower and stepped out of the RV. Standing a few feet away was the campground manager, a man in his late 40's with long greasy hair and a slimy grin. Lucas had felt uncomfortable when he met the man the day before. He felt even more awkward meeting the man today, but he couldn't say why exactly. Grimy manager guy smirked at them and asked, "How you boys doin' today?" Lucas nodded. "Just fine." "You like this here spot okay?" "Sure. It's good." "You find the showers and everthin' alright?" Lucas nodded again. "Yeah. And we found the breakfast buffet. The food was terrific." The manager grinned. "My nephew Titus does the cookin' over there. He's a good boy. Does what I tells him." "Okay ... well ... we were headed for the showers," Lucas said, trying to shut off the discussion. "I can see that," the manager replied, stepping aside to let them pass. "You boys have a good one." Lucas and Miguel glanced at each other, apprehensively, then walked past him along the path to the restroom/shower. When they were a few feet away, the manager added, "Oh, by the way ... just thought I'd mention that these here campers ain't exactly sound-proof. Y'all might wanna keep the noise down inside. Keep folks from knowin' yer business, if y'all know what I mean." Lucas turned around. The manager was leering. Lucas turned back and took Miguel by the elbow, urging him to walk quickly to the showers. Once inside, they looked at each other. "We need to find another campground," Lucas said. Miguel nodded in agreement. *** Whispering Oaks RV Park was much better. There was no restaurant at Whispering Oaks, but there was a small eatery within walking distance, and the manager was a sweet lady with white hair who took their money, gave them a map of the park, and kept her nose out of their business. The white-haired lady had a blonde-haired granddaughter who sometimes helped in the office. Miguel couldn't take his eyes off the granddaughter's healthy breasts, but then the halter top the girl wore was barely holding them in. She noticed Miguel's attention and smiled coyly. Lucas noticed as well, but he also observed the bulge growing in Miguel's jeans. What the hell was he going to do with this kid? There were more trees at this campground, offering thick shade, which meant the RV was cooler during the day. That meant it was a lot more comfortable when they were playing GoX and then playing barbarian impaling the elf afterward. The restroom and shower facilities were in separate buildings. The showers were actually mini-bathrooms, with lockable outer doors, a small room with a sink and counter space, and a large shower cubicle that Lucas and Miguel could use at the same time. The showers also offered more privacy without the risk of anyone eavesdropping, and they took advantage of that, sometimes twice a day. The gray dye slowly faded from Miguel's hair. Miguel went back to being a black-haired, brown-eyed teenager. He never really looked that much older with the gray dye, but no one gave them a second look, so Lucas wasn't sure why he even thought a disguise might be necessary in the first place. They were content at Whispering Oaks. Even the cramped living space of the camper didn't bother them. They got along great and enjoyed their `vacation'. Miguel forgot about his family and their abuse. Lucas forgot about Arizona and thought he might actually make a new life for himself with his brown-eyed lover. Three weeks passed without incident, until ... ... Miguel turned over and rubbed his eyes. What time was it? 11? Midnight? Something had disturbed his sleep. A noise perhaps? He scooted over to the window and looked outside. He saw a police car parked nearby, headlights shining on the road leading to Lucas' RV. Officers were standing in front of the police car, next to the lady who ran the park. They were talking. The woman was pointing at them. Miguel rolled back over and shook Lucas' shoulder. "Bro! Wake up!" Lucas grunted. "What's wrong?" "Cops outside." Lucas sat up, suddenly awake. "Where?" Miguel pointed out the window. Lucas leaned over Miguel to see he where he was pointing. "Shit!" Lucas exclaimed. He thought for a second, then pulled a blanket over Miguel's body and head. "Stay under this. Don't move. Don't make a sound. I'll be right back." Lucas scooted off the bed, then turned to check on Miguel. He couldn't see the kid and hoped the teen couldn't see what he was about to do. His fingers found the gems in the silver wristband, pressed down, and released the energies held in their pock-marked surfaces. The world around Lucas slowed and stopped. He grabbed a pair of jeans and slid them on. He sat back down and slipped shoes on, taking the time to lace them up. Next, he found a dark tee-shirt and slipped it on. Finally, he grabbed Miguel's dark blue hoodie. It was a tight fit, but he managed to get the hoodie on over his tee-shirt, then flipped the hood up to cover his head for the most part. He looked in the mirror above the kitchen sink. His face was well hidden in shadows. Perfect. Lucas opened the door and stepped out of the RV. As expected, the two police officers walking toward the camper were frozen a dozen feet away. Lucas walked around them and checked on their car. The keys were in the ignition, the lights were on, and they'd left the vehicle running. Standard practice with a lot of cops? Or just laziness? Lucas opened the door of the police car and got behind the wheel. His fingers pressed down on the time stealer, releasing the flow of time. The cops started moving again, walking cautiously toward the RV. Lucas shoved the police cruiser into reverse and punched the accelerator. The wheels spun out and the car lurched backward. The cops turned around and saw their car disappearing rapidly in reverse. Pulling their guns, they ran after it. Lucas kept one arm on the seat back, looking through the rear window as he steered the police cruiser backwards through Whispering Oaks. Then he swung into the last empty drive, slammed on the brakes, threw the car into drive, and peeled out, turning down the main road and heading for the highway. The police cruiser turned out to be pretty damned fast. He hit 60 on the road and had the car humming along at 90 down the highway. As the car roared down the deserted freeway, Lucas touched the silver wristband one more time. The world froze and the speeding car seemed to stop in place. Lucas had never tried this before and wasn't sure what would happen. It seemed foolish to even attempt it, but he was desperate and figured it was worth the risk. He opened the car door and stepped out onto the highway. Then he shoved the door closed and pressed the gems on the time stealer. The rippling energies enveloped his body, he shuddered once, and time resumed. A sudden gust of air raged all around him, blowing the hood back and messing up his hair. The police cruiser hurtled off down the road, gradually edging to the side of the road before launching itself over a ditch, through a fence, and into a tree. The collision was impressive, complete with screaming metal, shattering glass, and a fireball that lit up the night. "Wow," Lucas mumbled. Then he pressed the time stealer to freeze time again while he walked all the way back to Whispering Oaks. He passed the two cops at the entrance to the park, faces immobilized in panic and confusion, running toward the road in pursuit of a fleeing suspect they would never catch. Lucas walked on to his RV. No one was around. He climbed back into the camper and started time rolling again. "Miguel, it's safe to come out now." Miguel threw off the blanket and whispered, "What happened?" "Someone stole the police car. They're chasing after it now. And when they get back to check on us, we won't be here. Help me get the RV disconnected from the water and power." Within 5 minutes, Lucas and Miguel were riding slowly through the park toward one of the rear exits that led to an unpaved county road. Thirty minutes later, they were driving through downtown Tupelo headed for the interstate. "I wonder what they wanted?" Miguel said, as he stared out the window at the dark buildings of the city. "I don't know," Lucas replied. "But we're not waiting around to find out." "They're probably looking for me, you know." Lucas sighed. Miguel was doubtless right, but he didn't want the kid beating himself up over it. "It doesn't matter, bro. They aren't taking you back. I won't let them." Miguel nodded and stared out the window. He wasn't sure that Lucas could keep that promise. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, his head leaning against the window. Lucas, wide awake and filled with adrenaline, kept driving, headed for the Alabama state line. A few hours later, Lucas stopped the RV and woke up Miguel, asking him to wait inside while Lucas did some business with the motor vehicle office in Montgomery, Alabama. He came back out shortly, carrying a new Alabama license plate with a fresh, new registration decal. With time frozen, he'd simply had to reach around a customer and take the new plate and registration decal off the clerk's desk. That meant the license plate wasn't registered in the Alabama motor vehicle database, but he figured it would be safe enough unless they were pulled over. It was certainly safer than the Texas tags the RV carried at the moment, especially since those tags were on record at Whispering Oaks. Lucas removed the Texas tags and attached the Alabama tag to the rear holder. Alabama didn't require front plates like Texas. Lucas climbed back in the RV and tossed the Texas plates in the trash. He started up the camper and drove to a small strip mall on the outskirts of town and parked. Lucas looked over at Miguel. They stood up and walked back to the kitchenette, then hugged each other tight. Miguel was scared shitless, but trying his best to trust Lucas. For his part, Lucas was just as frightened and hoping he could fix this mess. *** Late that night, in a dark corner of a bar, Lucas met with a heavy-set man covered from neck to fingers in tattoos. The guy listened to Lucas and named a price. Lucas slid $800 across the table. Tattoo guy pocketed it and promised to be back in three hours. True to his word, he returned to the bar with two driver's licenses, two matching birth certificates, and a certificate of adoption. Lucas put another $800 on the table, picked up the licenses and certificates, and left the bar. Back in the RV, he showed it all to Miguel. "You are now Michael Montgomery, my 16-year-old adopted son. My name is Luke Montgomery. If we slip up and call each other Miguel or Lucas, it should be close enough to our new names that it won't matter. We won't be able to use these to get passports--they look legit but they're not. However, we should be able to use them just about anywhere else we need an ID." Miguel nodded and pocketed the driver's license. "Where're we going now?" "Florida. Jacksonville. It's a huge city, biggest in the state. We should be able to get lost there easily." "Okay." "Oh, and one more thing Miguel. I've been thinking about it, and we better stop using the GoX accounts. They have my name and credit card information on file. That might even be how they tracked us down ... using the IP address of the RV park whenever we logged in to play." "Are you sure?" "No. I'm only guessing at this point, trying to think of all the possibilities. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but we have to disappear completely this time. I don't want to take any chances." Miguel nodded. "Fine by me. I was getting bored with that game anyway." *** They found a nice place for rent a few miles from the ocean in the Ponte Vedra Beach area, a suburb of Jacksonville. The rent was astonishingly high, but Lucas made quite a few withdrawals from stores and banks in St. Augustine and Gainsville. He took no more than a few hundred dollars from each location, so it took him dozens of trips with the time stealer. His body was quivering like a speed addict before he was finished, but it was worth it. He pulled in enough money to take care of Lucas and himself for years to come if they were careful, yet he was fairly certain he hadn't raised a red flag with the FBI or anyone else for that matter. Miguel fell in love with the beach. Although the weather was growing cooler now that the worst part of summer was past, it was still possible to spend hours on the beach and in the surf. His dark brown skin turned almost black, except for his groin which was covered by board shorts whenever he was out, so his ass remained a light chocolate in color. He learned to body surf and boogie board first, then begged Lucas to pay for surfing lessons. Lucas knew it was futile to resist; the kid would bug him about it until he gave in, so he negotiated the best price he could and watched from beneath a beach umbrella as Miguel mastered the waves. For a kid who had never been involved in athletics, Miguel demonstrated balance and control that made him a quick study. Lucas was proud of the lanky teen, who was developing a toned body, solid thighs, and a washboard stomach. Miguel wasn't just a master of the waves; he was also an accomplished lover in the bedroom. No longer bothering with video games and erotic role play to excite him, Miguel found that simply walking into their rental house after a morning of hitting the waves was all it took to give him a throbbing erection. Maybe it was the adrenaline that coursed through his body as he fought the crashing surf. Maybe it was as simple as a young teenager with a supercharged sex drive. Whatever the reason, every time Miguel and Lucas got back from the beach, Miguel pulled off his tee shirt and slid down his board shorts, dropping his clothing in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. He always turned at the door to the bedroom, looked back at Lucas with a frown if Lucas wasn't also halfway undressed, and snapped his fingers impatiently. When Lucas joined him in the bedroom, Miguel lubed them both up and slid his cock slowly inside his lover's body. Then Lucas showed the power his young body was developing, thrusting deep and hard with Lucas on his back, on his side, on his knees, against the wall, and in any other position Miguel's sex-crazed mind could imagine. They would make love for an hour, sometimes two. And when Lucas couldn't summon another sticky load for his older lover, they would fall asleep wrapped in a light sheet with a ceiling fan slowly turning overhead, cooling the sweat from their bodies. *** Miguel trudged out of the surf, leaping the last few feet to free his feet from the grasp of the wet sand, and trotted up the beach to where Lucas reclined on a towel under an umbrella, reading a book. Miguel threw himself down next to Lucas and stared at Lucas with a shit-eating grin on his face. "What?" Lucas asked. "I got an invite," Miguel replied, smiling even bigger. "An invite? To what?" "The Vedra Sharks." "Never heard of `em," Lucas grunted, struggling not to laugh. He knew what the Vedra Sharks were. Hell ... Miguel never stopped talking about them. They were a surfing club that competed all over the country and sometimes internationally. Since learning to surf, Miguel had dreamed of joining the Sharks, but it was by-invitation-only to the most talented surfers in the area. Miguel squinted at Lucas, then punched him in the shoulder. "You know who the Vedra Sharks are. Quit yankin' my chain, bro." "I'd rather yank your dick, bro, but it's kinda out in the open here--" Miguel punched Lucas again, making Lucas laugh as he held up his hands to defend himself from attack. "Yeah, I know who they are. Congratulations, bro! You earned it." "Alex just told me." "Alex, the blonde stud with the huge--" Miguel punched Lucas again. "Why are you looking at his cock?" Lucas laughed, "I was gonna say the huge surfboard. Get your mind out of the gutter!" Miguel blushed and grinned. "He does have a big ... surfboard." "And his cock looks pretty huge too in that skimpy speedo he's always wearing." Miguel shrugged. "I don't care about all that. All I care about is that Alex told me I'm in if I want to join. He said I'm getting really good, and the only way for me to get better now is to start competing with the Sharks." "Then join already. What's stopping you?" "Three hundred bucks." Lucas whistled. "Man, nothing's cheap in this place." Miguel shrugged. "It's two hundred to join the Sharks. They supply the uniform. The other hundred is for the Greater Jacksonville SurfMeet. It's in three weeks. Alex is holding a spot for me." Lucas rolled over to pull out his wallet, grumbling and complaining the entire time. Miguel laughed and took the money, then thanked Lucas profusely, promising to show how grateful he was when they got home. Miguel must have been very grateful indeed. Lucas' ass was aching and he'd emptied his balls twice by the time Lucas finished thanking him. *** The next week flew by for Miguel. He received extra coaching from Alex and one of the only girls in the surf club, a curvaceous 18-year-old brunette named Regina. She was very touchy-feely. While showing him how to judge the waves, she ran her fingers down Miguel's arm. While pointing out another surfer's technique, she placed her hand on Miguel's shoulder. While teaching him a more balanced stance, she moved his feet slightly, then casually kept one hand on his hip. Miguel ate it up. His smile was radiant, and he didn't bother to conceal the erection that popped up any time he was with Regina. Lucas watched from underneath his beach umbrella and wondered where this might lead. And why, he asked himself, did the club president Alex put Miguel with Regina? Alex could have taken Miguel under his wing and taught the youngster himself. Lucas saw Alex standing nearby, splitting his attention between surfers out in the waves and Miguel with Regina. God, Alex was cute. His hair was pure white, shining in the sun. His eyes were bright blue. His tan was even and dark. His body was trim and muscled, with layer upon layer of rippling flesh. And his speedo swimsuit bulged in front and back. Lucas sighed. If only he hadn't promised himself to keep his hands off the time stealer... For his part, Alex kept a close eye on Regina and Miguel. They were working well together, freeing up Alex to concentrate on other members of the team. He saw Miguel's boner and thought it was cute. He'd have to figure out a way to get those two together so the kid could get his rocks off and concentrate on surfing. Alex remembered how hard it was--in more ways than one--being a teenager with your first serious crush on a girl. The kid would be much more relaxed and focused once he got his dick wet. Have to think about how to make that happen. Maybe he should talk to the boy's dad. Luke or Lucas? Wasn't that his name? The old dude would probably understand. The boy was old enough. He should have fucked a pussy by now. Regina wasn't the least bit embarrassed by Miguel's boner. He was adorable, and she was flattered that he wanted more than surfing lessons from her. He was a little young, but she found her pussy getting moist at the thought of teaching him more than how to handle a surfboard. It was also obvious that he was a virgin. There was nothing subtle about the way he stared at her breasts and licked his lips. She glanced over at Alex and saw him watching them. She winked. He grinned and cupped his groin. Now that was one cock she would love to straddle. It was too bad he was taken. Annette would rip the hair out of any girl's head who she caught eyeing Alex. The two were inseparable and would probably get married as soon as Alex could convince Annette's parents to agree. Too bad. He was a hottie. But then again, little Miguel was shaping up to be quite the stud himself. Give him a year or two, and he would be a contender on the waves and in the bedroom. She was sure of that. What Regina didn't know was that Miguel was already a stud in the bedroom. That afternoon, he proved it three times with Lucas. Spending the morning with Regina draped all over him had turned Miguel into a sex-starved maniac. He pounded Lucas' ass for two hours before finally exhausting himself exorcising his sexual demons. Lucas took it without complaint. He could see what Miguel was going through, but he didn't have a clue how to help his young friend, except to offer his own body to Miguel's hard cock and frenzied passions. *** Miguel set the table while Lucas finished pan broiling the steaks. Protein had become a big part of their diet while Miguel trained for the surfing competition. Lucas put the steaks on plates. A small one for himself. A big, thick one for Miguel. Appropriate, in a way, Lucas thought. Lucas carried the steaks to the table. Miguel handed him a baked potato and set out butter, sour cream, and bacon bits. They would be heading back to the beach in a couple of hours for another training session. Lucas thought he'd better do some jogging on the beach while Miguel trained. Eating like this was beginning to put the pounds on both of them, but for Miguel, it was becoming solid muscle. Lucas could see himself turning into a fat boy quickly if he didn't become more active himself. Could he get into surfing too? Might be fun to try. Miguel dug into his steak, eating quickly and efficiently. Lucas watched the teen. He seemed focused on something a million miles away. Lucas chewed a bite of steak, swallowed, and asked, "What are thinking about, bro?" Miguel grunted and looked up. "Oh. Ummm. Nothing really. Just about training, I guess." Lucas nodded slightly. "And maybe about--I don't know--your trainer?" Miguel blushed and smiled. "She's nice." "Just nice?" Lucas poked Miguel in the side. "Bro! She's pretty hot. Even I can see that." Glancing down at his food, Miguel grinned. "She has nice hooters." "Ah ... my boy's in love." "Am not!" "I think you are." "So what? Would that be such a bad thing? A boy with a girl for a change?" Miguel stared at his plate, embarrassed. Lucas fell silent, thinking he might have gone too far. He picked at his food, stuffing a bite of potato in his mouth and chewing. He swallowed and said, "Bro ..." Miguel interrupted him. "She likes me, Lucas. I can tell. And I like her. I mean, I like you, too, but--ah, fuck it, I don't know what to do!" "Do you want to try being with a girl?" Miguel nodded, blushing bright red now. "Okay," Lucas said, swallowing his pain. "That's part of growing up. Finding out what you like." Miguel frowned. "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, Lucas. I just want to try it with Regina. See what it's like, you know?" "I understand, but Miguel ... she's a lot older than you, bro. Maybe it would be better to find someone closer to your age." Miguel stared at Lucas, surprised. "What are you talking about? She IS my age." "She's 18. You're 14." "I'll be 15 in 2 months. How old are you, Lucas? 38? 40? I fuck you all the time! What's the problem?" Lucas stood up suddenly and shouted, "I LOVE YOU, MIGUEL! That's the problem!" Lucas lifted his eyes to the ceiling and sighed. What the hell was wrong with him? He shook his head and walked out of the room, collapsing on the couch and covering his face with his hands. After a few minutes, he felt the cushions next to him shifting. He dropped his hands and turned to see Miguel sitting there, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm sorry, Lucas. So, so sorry." "Why are you sorry, Miguel? You did nothing wrong." "Lucas ...," Tears began to fall. "... I ... I don't love you. You're my friend. Shit! You're my best friend. You've done so much for me, more than I can ever repay. And not just getting me away from San Angelo and taking care of me and everything. I can't even imagine what you do to come up with all the money we need to live here, and I don't WANT to know. But I am grateful, Lucas. And another thing ... I appreciate you teaching me how to make love, but bro ... I don't love you. Sex with you is great, incredible, but when I'm fucking you up the ass, I'm picturing girls like Regina. I'm so sorry I can't love you the way you want me to." Lucas sobbed and turned to Miguel, grabbing the teenager in his arms and hugging him tight. They cried together until the tears finally stopped, then stood up and walked into the bedroom. Slowly, they stripped off each other's clothing. Then Lucas turned around and Miguel gently penetrated him from behind. Miguel made gentle love to Lucas, and after he emptied himself inside Lucas, he slid out and turned Lucas around so they were facing one another again. They kissed, but only on the cheek, and hugged some more. *** Jogging on the beach was a great idea, Lucas decided. There was a light breeze blowing. The air was fresh and tangy. The waves were big today, so the thrumming crash of water on land kept him company as he ran along the shore. It calmed him and gave him a chance to think about Miguel. The kid was right. He was wrong. Time to be a man and admit it. Time to do whatever he had to do for Miguel's sake. But what the fuck was he supposed to do? That was the real question, wasn't it? Lucas ran for half an hour, then turned and jogged back the way he'd come. He planned to sit on the beach while Miguel finished his lesson. That would give Lucas time to cool down from his run and think about Miguel's situation. When Lucas reached the place where the surf club trained, he didn't see Miguel anywhere. He saw Alex, standing in the surf with waves lapping his ankles, shouting instructions at surfers out in the water. Alex saw him and walked up the sand. "How's it going?" Alex asked. "Good. Just finished a run. Thinking it might be fun to try surfing myself." "Hey! Sweet! If you wanna try, let me know. I can hook you up with a trainer." "At the rate he's learning, Miguel will probably be good enough to teach me soon." "Miguel?" Alex asked, confused. "Oh, yeah, ummm ... Michael, my son." Alex nodded. "Oh, yes, Michael's a quick learner. I'm really impressed. Thanks for letting him join the club." "Sure. Thanks for taking him in. He loves it." "No problem," Alex replied. "Say ... uhhhh, speaking of Michael. Where is he? I don't see him out in the water." Alex pointed at a small building just up the shore. "He's straightening out the club storeroom. I asked him and Regina to see what they could do with it. The place is a mess." Alex studied Lucas. He wasn't sure how the old dude would react, but he hoped it would be okay. The kid really needed to get his cock in some pussy, and if Alex read things right, Regina was just as eager to break the kid in. Lucas looked at where Alex was pointing. He thanked Alex and walked casually to where he and Miguel had left their towels underneath an umbrella. He didn't know how he felt about Miguel and Regina working together in the storeroom. He tried not to think about it, but his mind kept torturing him with images of the two, naked and fucking away like rabbits. He punched the sand with his fist, frustrated, and then stood up and slowly made his way to the storage building. There was a door, closed but not locked. No windows. He glanced around. No one had noticed him. He opened the door a crack and peeked in. He saw Miguel and Regina, bodies pressed together, arms around each other, mouths twisting together in a passionate kiss. Lucas wanted to look away. Wanted to leave. But he couldn't. It was like driving down the highway and seeing a horrible accident on the side of the road. He didn't want to see it, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Regina had one hand inside Miguel's board shorts, aggressively stroking the teen's hard cock. Miguel had his hand around behind Regina, sliding his fingers up the leg of her swimsuit onto her ass, gripping and squeezing. Miguel broke the kiss and slid his face down to Regina's breasts, licking, groaning. That was what it took for Lucas to look way. Finally, he was able to back up and close the door slowly behind him. His heart was crushed. And that was stupid, he thought, because it certainly wasn't a surprise seeing Miguel with Regina. What was a surprise was how MUCH his heart ached. Damnit. Damnit. Fucking damnit! Lucas leaned back against the building. He looked down the beach and saw Alex. Alex was looking his way, and there was hesitant grin on the young man's face. Lucas waited until Alex turned around and waved at one of the surfers to come in. Then Lucas reached down and pressed the gems in the time stealer. The waves froze in place. Seagulls hovered above the sand, wings spread out to catch breezes that no longer blew. Two little girls ran in the water, their splashing suspended between seconds in time. Lucas pushed off the building and walked down to where Alex stood. He walked around Alex and examined the young man's athletic body. Lucas touched Alex's stomach, rubbing each rippled muscle in Alex's hard six-pack. Then Lucas grabbed the waistband of Alex's swimsuit and tugged it down, freeing up a thick, heavy cock. He lifted the cock and saw Alex was pierced, with a ring coming out of his urethra and reentering his cock underneath. Damn. Lucas wondered if it hurt going in the salty ocean with that thing in. He knelt down in front of Alex and licked all around the metal ring. It was strange at first, but Lucas was fascinated by the way the ring slid around inside Alex's flesh. With Lucas licking Alex's glans, Alex quickly swelled up. His cock was very thick, but not that long, maybe 6 inches at best. Lucas worked the thick shaft into his mouth, finding it strange having the ring pressing against his mouth and teeth. But he somehow managed, licking all over and applying gentle suction until the pierced cock began lurching with an orgasm. Once Alex started cumming, he didn't stop. He filled Lucas mouth, and although Lucas swallowed as quickly as he could, it was far more than he could handle. Wave after wave of cum gushed out, flowing down Lucas' chin and onto the sand. When the thick cock burped up its last glob of cum, Lucas licked it off, cleaning around the ring carefully with the tip of his tongue. Then he pulled Alex's suit up and used one foot to rub sand over the cum that had fallen on the beach. Lucas looked around. The sun was a brilliant white in a pale turquoise sky. The water was green and foamy white. What a beautiful place! Too bad he couldn't stay here. He walked to the storeroom, pressed the silver wristband to send the world spinning again, and opened the door slightly. He yelled, "Miguel. Are you in there?" "Ummm ... yeah. What do you need?" "My stomach is messed up. Probably something I ate. I'm headed home. Can you get a ride with one of your friends?" "Uh, sure," Miguel shouted. "See you at the house. Hope you feel better." Lucas closed the door and walked up to where the RV was parked. He got in, drove home, and packed a suitcase. Then he found a notepad and wrote, "Miguel, I hope she makes you happier than I apparently did. But let me give you some advice. Go home. Go back to San Angelo and tell your parents you're sorry and be a teenager again. Forget Regina. Forget me. I'm leaving the RV and enough money for you to get home. If you're smart, you'll do what I said. But whatever you decide to do, I'm moving on. You won't see me again, but that's probably what you need right now." Lucas didn't sign it. He left the note in the middle of the bed where Miguel would see it when he came home. Next to the note, he left the keys to the RV and $500 cash. He shook his head with regret when he remembered that $500 was how much he paid every week he stayed at the Desert Aire with Miguel. He called for a taxi and sat down on the couch, waiting for it to arrive. End of THE GIFT OF STOLEN TIME, Chapter Four