Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2022 21:23:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Hospital - Chapter Five WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between college men. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story of a middle aged man and a teenage boy who have nasty encounter and then five years later meet again under totally different circumstances. This awakens some unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings for both of them. This story is not just a 'we suck, we fuck, we do it again' story, although the sexual activity does increase as the story continues, but it also explores the developing relationship between the two of them and their feeling towards one another. A Visit to the Hospital Chapter Five "The Holidays" The next day I was in the office when Mildred came in and said there was a Paul Richards on the phone for Lance. I told him Lance wouldn't be home until after 6:00 PM and he said he'd call back. I asked him if he wanted to talk to you and he said no, he wished to speak with Lance. Paul Richards was one of the board members of the Winthrop Foundation. He was one of the ones who seemed sympathetic to Lance during yesterday's meeting. I was curious why he wanted to speak to Lance, but decided to wait and see what happened. Lance got home from his volunteer work at the hospital at 6:00. He hadn't been in the house for more than 5 minutes when the phone rang. I answered, figuring it was Mr. Richards. "Winthrop residence, Chris Gates here." "Good evening Mr. Gates, this is Paul Richards from the Foundation. I hope I'm not disturbing you supper." "No not at all. What can we do for you?" "I'd like to speak to Lance if I may." "Certainly, he's right here, I'll put him on for you," as I handed the phone to Lance. I put the phone on mute and told Lance who was on the phone for him. "Hello, Lance Winthrop here." "Hello Lance, this is Paul Richards. I'm one of the members of the board of directors of your foundation." "Yes, I know who you are. What can I do for you?" "After you and Mr. Gates left the meeting yesterday the rest of us stayed on and discussed what had happened. We obviously need a new chairman now and we have an idea who we want. But we all would like to meet with you and Mr. Gates informally tomorrow night to discuss our situation. Would the two of you like to meet at the Gilbert House for dinner and we can talk things over?" "Let me check with Chris. Can I call you back shortly?" "Of course. You have my number. I look forward to your answer." Lance handed me the phone to hang up and told me the gist of the conversation. "Why did he ask for me and not you?" Lance asked. "You're the rebellious one who started all the trouble. They probably want to take you to the wood shed," I laughed. "Not if they know what's good for them," Lance said posturing. "But seriously, should we go? Or is this an ambush of some sort?" "We'll never know if we don't go. But let's go with an open mind. Yesterday they seemed as unhappy with Mr. Crenshaw as you were. Call him back and accept his invitation." Lance made the call and confirmed the time and place. He hung up the phone and asked me to let him know when supper was ready. He had a lot of homework and a test to study for and wanted to get started. Lance came down for supper with a book in his hands. He opened it and was reading while he was eating. "You know, normally what you're doing would be considered bad manners in proper circles, reading a book and ignoring your supper companion." "Yes, I know but I'm not in proper circles right now," he snickered. "I want to get my homework done so we can have some alone time. I need to make up for last night." Lance blushed and went back to reading his book. "You have nothing to make up for, but I like the idea of the alone time. Keep reading." Lance scoffed down his food and returned to his room to study. I cleaned up and then watched some TV. At 10:00 Lance hadn't come back down stairs yet. I turned off the TV and went upstairs to look of him. I looked in his room and he was fast asleep with his head down on his desk. I gently woke him up, sent him to the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth. He finished in the bathroom, got undressed and climbed into my bed. "Don't be long," he commented with a smile on his face. I went to pee and brush my teeth as well. When I returned, Lance was fast asleep again and snoring. I was disappointed but he looked so angelic curled up in my bed, I didn't have the heart to wake him. I gently got into bed next to him and drifted off to sleep wondering if tomorrow's meeting with the board members would go any better than the last one. The next evening Lance and I went to the Gilbert House, one of the nicest eating establishments in the city. Lance was dressed in a sport coat and dress slacks. I just had on a dress shirt and slacks. "A little casual for the Gilbert House, don't you think Chris?" "You're the star of the evening, I'm just along for the ride and the free meal." "Then go get your chauffeur's hat if you're not going to dress appropriately," Lance poked me and giggled. I went back up stairs and got a jacket and tie. Paul met us at the door and escorted us to a private function room. Everyone introduced themselves and we all sat down. When the waitress came by to take the drink order, everyone ordered non-alcoholic drinks. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, so Paul spoke up. "Without Crenshaw here we can do this sober." Everyone around the table laughed and nodded in agreement. "Let's get right to the business at hand so we can get it out of the way and then enjoy a nice meal. First, we all want to offer our apologies to Lance and to you, Mr. Gates," "Please, call me Chris." "Fine, apologies to Lance and Chris for the way you were disrespected at the meeting Wednesday. Crenshaw is a bully and a pompous ass that thinks the world revolves around him. He has been on the board longer than any of us so I guess we just got used to him. Some of us have been uncomfortable of late with the way he runs things but we hadn't worked up the courage to confront him. Now, Lance on the other hand, he had no fear or trepidation to make a frontal attack when he was berated. Crenshaw always ran the meetings his way and basically told us what request we were going to approve and which ones we'd deny. At the end of the meetings he would just ask for a unanimous vote on what he had discussed. To keep us all going along he started the tradition of the Scotch and cigars at the meetings and then taking everyone to eat on him. When Lance brought up parliamentary rules, I thought Crenshaw was going to swallow his cigar." Everyone laughed and nodded again. "We reviewed the recommendations Lance handed out and found them to be well thought out. I think I know the answer, but I have to ask anyway. No offense intended, but were those recommendations yours Lance, or Chris's?" Before I could speak up, Lance answered. "Those were my mine. Chris had been helping me for the last month bringing me up to speed on the past grants from the foundation and what was approved and denied and why. I would have had a lot of questions of those past ones as well. Then Chris spent last weekend going over the current requests and we each wrote down how we felt about each one, he with his list and me with mine. What I handed out was mine. Chris felt you should hear from me, not him." "I thought so. The way you got so defensive when Crenshaw was going to dismiss your reviews as just mumbo jumbo from some kid, I knew it was more yours than Chris's. We were all impressed and felt that all of your questions and concerns should be met before any decisions are made on funding." "Thank you, I appreciate your trust." "We also discussed who should be our next chairman. The other members felt I should take the position. There was no vote taken, just a straw poll, if you will. We wanted to get your input and see how you felt about it. If you feel someone else should step up, we'd be glad to hear your opinion and discus it with both of you." "As you all know, I have no legal standing with the board. Chris is the one who can say yes or no on things like this. But even his opinion is just that. It is up to the board to vote the way they see fit." "And on that note, I would like to add," I spoke up, "although I am the legal representative of the family, I consider myself simply a figure head to advise Lance and mentor him so he will be able to take over his responsibilities when he turns of age." "So, Lance, would you feel comfortable with me taking the reins and leading the board in a new and improved direction?" "I think you all have made a wise choice. I look forward to next month's meeting and having an official vote taken. I will still speak up to voice my opinions but I'll be much more pleasant in the future." Lance laughed. With that settled, we enjoyed a very pleasant meal. All of the other board members engaged Lance in conversation, wanting to learn more about him. I was enjoying Lance interact with these men and just kept a low profile and enjoyed the food and the fellowship of the evening. When we were leaving, Paul pulled me to one side. "I've been watching the way the Gates Foundation operates and was hoping to make some changes to make our foundation operate more smoothly and openly, much like yours. Would you be open to getting together with me to discuss ways we can improve what we do?" "That would be wonderful. Anything to help the foundation. I'd like to include Lance in these discussions. The more he can learn, the better equipped he will be when it is his time to take over." "You seem like a very nice person, Chris, and I don't want this to come out wrong, but I think Lance has already taken over, not legally but in reality" "He still needs some more mentoring but he is well on his way. He is a fast learner and a smart young man with strong opinions." We got to the car and Lance got in and put his seat in recline mode. "I hope all our meetings from now on are this relaxing and cordial." "I think you have set the tone for the meetings. Open and honest conversations and no bullying. Sit back and catch a nap on the way home. You've had a long week." "I'll sit back, but I'm not going to fall asleep on you tonight. We have one more bit of business to take care of when we get home. Monkey business, if you get my drift." Lance sat up in his seat, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then put his hand in my lap, giving my crotch a firm squeeze. I was hoping tonight wouldn't be a repeat of the last time we got back from a meeting. I parked the car while Lance unlocked the house. Grabbing us a couple of sodas from the kitchen, he met me in the bedroom. He handed me my soda and then began undressing me, slowly and seductively. He pulled my jacket back off my shoulders, massaging my neck and shoulders as he did. A little kissing, then unbuttoned my shirt. He tugged the shirt tails out of my pants and then opened it to take it off me. But before he did, he leaned in and kissed my nipples, first one and then the other. His tongue came out and swirled around them as they got hard and stood out firm, not the only thing on my body having a similar reaction. As he was using his mouth on my nipples, he pushed my shirt back and let it fall to the floor. Kissing and licking his way down my chest and then my stomach while his hands were undoing my belt and then the top of my pants. My hands went to his head and rubbed his hair and kept him tight to me. Before he undid my zipper, his placed his hand on my stiff cock inside my pants, rubbing along the length of it. Slowly pulling my zipper down and sliding my pants off my hips. My cock was tenting my underwear and straining to be set free. More fondling of my boner and my balls as he kissed the top of my thighs. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, letting my cock spring out straight and hard in his face. He took hold of it and gave it a hard squeeze and a few strokes to bring some precum to the tip. Licking it off, he moaned, "Ah, the perfect dessert." I was in such a state of arousal the erotic way he undressed me I hadn't even noticed that he had been able to undress himself at the same time. He stood up and brought his mouth to mine so our tongues could fight for supremacy in each other's mouth. We moved closer to the bed and collapsed on it still lip locked. We broke our kiss to get some air as Lance asked me, "Ready for a Friday night fuck? I owe you a nice tight ass to ravage." "Not me, I'm not into a Friday night fuck, I'm more into making love to the most special person in my life." Lance rolled on his stomach and was spread eagle on the bed. "My body is yours, do with it what you will." I massaged his back and gradually moved down to his ass. I kneaded his cheeks as best I could considering he didn't have much fat there, all muscle. I wet my finger and circled his hole, applying a little pressure. "Either your cock has shrunk considerably or you not getting serious about this," he giggled. I reached over and got the lube of out the nightstand. I held his cheeks open and squirted some on his hole. "That felt good but I want something else to squirt on my hole, correction, in my hole." I pushed my finger in to get some lube inside then applied a generous amount to my cock. Getting between his legs, I brought the object of his desire to it's intended target. This was only the second time Lance had been penetrated, but I entered him without a lot of pressure on my part and I gather, very little discomfort on his part. His wiggled his ass and pushed back on me, moaning as I went all the way in. "Oh ya, fuck me hard and fast. Give me your best." I was not going to give him the same treatment he gave me so I just started slowly working back and forth in him. He would move underneath me trying to get in the most advantageous position for me to hit his sweet spot. I could tell every time my cock hit his spot as he would moan and freeze in the position he was in. Not wanting him to cum too soon, I would change my position slightly so I wouldn't be hitting it directly. He would wiggle around and groan in disappointment. "Quit teasing me. Hit my spot and hit it hard!" "Stop complaining. I'm supposed to be mentoring you so I'm showing you how to make love to someone, no just fuck their asshole." "Ok, ok, I get it. It just feels so awesome." "That's the whole idea. We both enjoy it completely." I continued my methodical rhythm in and out of him for several more minutes. I felt the familiar twinge inside me letting me know I was close. "You ready for the payoff" I asked him. "Yes, yes, god yes. Go as deep as you can and fill me with your salty cum." He lifted his ass a little and I knew he was maneuvering so I'd hit his prostate. I made a series of short thrusts as I squeezed his cheeks together. He bucked his hips pushing me back as I felt his ass tighten around my cock. He let out a yell, "Holy hell, I'm cumming. Go hard and deep, please." I pushed as hard as I could into him, my thighs against his ass and our balls smushed together. I filled his insides as I let go with 6 or 7 strong pulses of cum. I fell forward on top of his back, gasping for air as he was doing the same. After I caught my breath I rolled of to the side of him, both of us covered in sweat. "Not what I expected from you after the other night but it damn well felt fantastic." I just leaned over and gave him a kiss. No words were needed. We fell asleep and woke the next morning stinking of body order and sex. Showers were the first order of business. After showers and breakfast Lance was headed to the hospital to put in a full day of volunteer work. Halloween Lance came home that evening he told me he was invited to a Halloween party next Saturday night. The host was a friend from the hospital. His friend Justin was going to give Lance a ride. Justin was two years older then Lance and already had his driver's license. He was hoping I'd say yes. I had no reason not to so I told gim of course he could go. Just don't eat too much candy, I admonished him jokingly. I got the look. Saturday night rolled around and he came down stairs with a white tee shirt, the sleeve rolled back to hold a cigarette pack, jeans with the cuffs turned up and his hair slicked back with an excess of hair cream. "Straight out of the 50's. A nice look on you," I complimented him. "Hey daddio, I'd look good no matter what I'm wearing. Later, man," as he whipped out a comb and ran it through his hair. I laughed so hard I could barely stand up. He had it nailed perfectly. "Are you sure you don't mind staying home along tonight? I feel bad going out to party and you're here by yourself." "Don't worry. I have a date. Brian Murphy is going to stop by later this evening for some hot naked sex." "Just hope you can stay up that late, old man," he teased. "Ya, ya, whatever. But seriously, don't forget what I've told you. If you get in a situation where the party is out of control, or you feel uncomfortable and you need a way out, call me no matter what time of the night. No questions, no lectures, just a safe ride home. I rather get out of bed to give you a ride than get out of bed to go to the emergency room, or worse." "No worries, Chris, I'll be safe and smart. But thanks for the offer." Justin pulled up and honked his horn. Lance gave me a kiss and off he went. I watched some TV, read for a while and then turned in. Around midnight my phone rang. It was Lance. "Chris, I hate to bother you, but Justin has had too much to drink and we really need a ride. He was supposed to stay here but his friend threw him out when he started puking all over the place. He's a mess. I'm not sure who else I could get a ride with tonight. I was going to call an Uber but their off line by now." "You did the right thing. Tell me the address and I'll be there as soon as I can." I hurried and got dressed and ran outside to get in my car. Lance said Justin was puking so I'm going to take the truck that Carlos uses rather than my car, just in case he pukes on the way home. I pulled up in front of the address Lance had given me and found the two of them sitting on the curb, Justin slumped over against Lance. At first Lance didn't recognize the truck until I stopped in front of them and got out. "I'm really sorry about this. I didn't think he was getting this drunk. He usually just has a few beers but tonight he was drinking the hard stuff." "I'm glad you called. Let's get him in the truck and get him home. I take it he is staying with us tonight?" "Yes, if that's ok." "We've all gotten drunk at some time in our lives. No sense in getting him in trouble with his parents if this is a one-time thing. But if he is having a problem with alcohol, you need to talk to him and see that he gets some counseling. But hey, I said no lectures so let's get him home and cleaned up. That's you're job," smiling at Lance. "That's only fair." Justin didn't vomit again on the way home. He didn't have anything left in him to throw up. He was covered from head to toe and stunk to the high heavens. He was still having trouble walking so both of us had to help him in the house. "Let's get him to the bathroom. Get him undressed and help him into the shower. I'll take his clothes and throw them in the washer." "Yours and mine are both going to need washing as well. We got his puke all over us getting him into the house." We got him undressed and were trying to figure out how to get him in the shower without him falling down. Then Lance remembered his mother had a shower chair from the time she broke her ankle. He ran to get it while I steadied Justin on the toilet. "Hi, Mither Grates. Hell of a part-aaa, huh? Heeey, you're neeked? Hot damn, so am me!" Justin slurred. Lance came back with the chair and set it on the tub. "Hey Lancelot, you're neeked too! Was everbody at the part-aaa neekded? "Shut up and get in the shower, you stink." Lance yelled at him, losing his patience with a drunken Justin. We both helped him in the shower and sat him down in the chair. He kept wobbling from side to side and Lance asked me to hold him while he washed him. As I stood behind him holding his shoulders, I couldn't help but notice wjat a nice body he had. A couple years older than Lance, about 4" taller and filled out with more muscle. Lance's body was fairly smooth but Justin had more hair on his chest ending in a happy trail down to his crotch. Oh yes, his crotch. A very nice flaccid cock, about 5" and cut, but with a big purple head, slightly larger in proportion to the rest of his dick. Standing behind him I couldn't see his balls but I imagine they were as impressive as the rest of his body. Lance had washed his upper body and was working his way lower. Justin spread his legs and giggled, "Hey Lancelot, are you gonna to wash my big crock? And don't forget my humonguous balls. I've been waiting like foreber for you to have my crock and my balls in your hands." Again losing patience, "Shut up you god damn drunk or I'll use the toilet brush to wash your cock so I won't have to touch it." As Lance washed Justin's legs, he had bypassed his cock and balls. But the thought of his friend handling and washing his junk had an effect on him, drunk as he was. That nice 5' flaccid cock began to fill with blood and didn't stop growing until it had reached a very impressive 8". Lance was on his knees in the shower washing Justin's legs when he looked up and that 8" one eyed snake was sticking straight out and looking him in the eye. He stared at it for a minute and then brought his soapy hand up to wash it. He was trying to be as casual about this as he could but Lance was also chubbing up. As I looked over the top of Justin's head and saw his huge cock in Lance's hands and Lance's stiff cock sticking out from between his legs, I knew I was about to join the hard-on club. "Oooo, Lancelot, your hands are sooo soft and tender. Keep doing me until I cum, please!" That was the end of Lance's patience. He knew he had to stop this now before it got out of hand, literally. "I'll do you alright," as he stood up and got out of the way of the spray and turned the faucet to cold. Justin yelled and tried to jump out of the way of the water but was going to fall right out of the shower. I grabbed him under his arms to steady him and felt my stiff cock slide right into his butt crack. I turned us around quickly before he could say anything and let the cold water run down my back, causing my cock to go back where it belonged before it got any more embarrassing. Lance reached in quickly to shut off the water. "Sorry Chris, that was intended for Justin." Laughing I replied, "It's ok, I needed some cooling off." Looking down at his still erect cock, "And you could use some of that cold water as well." "Let's get this asshole to bed. We all need some sleep." "Let's put him in your bed. I think you should sleep in your room as well to make sure if he vomits again during the night he doesn't choke on it." "I was thinking that too, damn it." We got Justin in bed and he immediately either passed out or fell asleep. Either way, he was down for the night. "So tell me, how did you get Justin's keys away from him. Most drunks insist they can still drive." "About 10:00 I saw he was drinking too much so I asked him for his keys so I could go to his car and get my phone. He hadn't noticed I had been on my phone earlier so he gave them to me, I went outside and waited a few minutes, then returned with my phone but never gave his keys back." "Good thinking. You may have saved his life tonight. And yours too if you'd got in the car with him." "I just feel bad about waking you up and then going through all this with getting him cleaned up and all." "You did exactly the right thing." "The other thing I feel bad about," looking down at my crotch," is wasting two really good hard-ons." Lance smiled as he reached out and grabbed my flacid cock. "They'll be back when we're ready, you can count on that." I gave him a hug and a good night kiss. "I'm proud of you, son." The second that came out of my mouth I wished I could've taken it back. Did I mean son as in I'm his father, or just the generic term son referring to someone much younger than myself. Before I could think about it, Lance replied back, "Thanks . . . sexy daddy." With a big grin, slapped my ass and climbed in the other side of the bed from Justin. I woke up before either of the boys. I went downstairs to start the coffee. They would both need a couple of cups this morning. Justin's clothes were dry so I folded them and took them up to Lance's bedroom. Both were still sleeping, with Justin spooning up against Lance's back. They looked very comfortable and at peace. But I felt a slight twinge of jealousy and wished I was the one pressing into Lance's back. I went back downstairs and waited for them to join me. About an hour later they appeared in the kitchen. Justin had bloodshot eyes and looked like he was one step away from death. Lance looked tired for sure, but was avoiding looking at me for some reason. I assumed he was embarrassed about getting me out of bed last night for a ride. He seemed ok when we turned in for the night, but this could be morning after remorse. "Good morning, boys. I trust you slept okay last night?" "I so sorry for dragging you out last night, Mr. Gates," Justin started. "I don't know what came over me, drinking so much." "We all do it at one time or another, Justin. Just don't make a habit of it." "I won't, I've learned my lesson for sure. I have to figure out a way to make it up to you." "Do like Lance did last night and don't let a friend drive drunk. Call someone instead of taking chances with your life and the lives of others. Be a friend and take away their keys." "Ya, Lance, how did you get me to give up my keys?" Lance had been very quiet, sipping his coffee and not joining in the conversation at all, staring off into the distance. "I kept them when I went out to get my phone from your car. Can we get going, Chris? Justin needs a ride back to get his car." The ride back to get Justin's car was very quiet. No one said a word. Justin thanked me again when we dropped him off. The return ride was still silent. I tried to engage Lance in small talk but he would mutter a few words and quietly gaze out the window. He walked in ahead of me into the house and sat in the living room. I came and sat next to him and asked him what was bothering him. "I feel like such a piece of shit. I cheated on you last night." "How could you cheat on me, Brain Murphy was in my bed all night," I laughed. "I'm serious. But Justin was in my bed." Tears began to flow down his face. "I was having a dream, or at least I thought it was a dream, that you were giving me one hell of a blow job. In my dream I lowered my hands to grab your head and I realized I was holding a real live head, Justin's. He was sucking my cock like his life depended on it. It was actually pretty amazing. I was so close I let him continue until I shot my load down his throat. He pulled himself up and looked me in the eyes and smiled. He pushed himself closer to me until his stiff cock was up against my leg. You know, that huge fucking cock we both saw in the shower." "That was impressive, wasn't it?" "Knowing what he was packing and feeling it against my leg, I grabbed it with my hand and began to stroke him. He rolled on his back and was encouraging me to keep going. My mind shut off and I went on instinct. I lowered myself down and took his cock in my mouth. The salty taste of his precum was like an aphrodisiac, suddenly not being able to get enough of him. I massaged his balls as I sucked him, moving my head up and down as fast as I could. I let go of his balls and went for his hole, pressing my finger against him, trying to violate his ass. He was thrashing around, bucking his hips and grabbing fistfuls of sheet on either side of him. As my finger finally penetrated him, I felt it tighten and his cock shoot stream after stream of hot cum in my mouth. I swallowed like I was eating my last supper, not wanting to miss a drop. I realized what I had done and felt so ashamed. Justin wanted to have sex with me ever since we met but I always refused him, especially after you and I became so close. I rolled over on my side facing away from him. I couldn't face him and didn't want any more to do with him. When we awoke this morning he was cuddled up to me with his stiff cock in my ass crack. I jumped out of bed before he could initiate anything again. I know you must hate me. I'll move my stuff back in my bedroom and sleep there from now on." Lance put his head in his hands and sobbed like a baby. I was a mix of emotions. I was jealous of he and Justin. I was jealous that he got to experience Justin's huge cock. I also felt bad that Lance was so upset. I reached around him and pulled him to me, hugging him tightly. "You'll do no such thing. I certainly don't hate you, Lance. You're young and you have friends besides me. I'm not sure exactly what we have between us but I don't expect you to be exclusive with a guy old enough to be your father. I have no desire to be with anyone else, but you should feel free to explore you're emotions with other people, guys and girls, your own age It's only natural." "It's not natural, it's cheating on you. If we're in love I shouldn't be with other people." "I think we're in love but it's going to take some time and some honest communication to figure out what our arrangement actually is going to be. So let's forget this ever happened and move on." Lance picked his head up and smiled at me, "I do love you, Christopher Gates." "And I you, you little sexy stud." "How about a hot shower, sexy daddy?" I punched his arm and got up to head to the shower. We would need a second shower later that morning. Thanksgiving With Thanksgiving and Christmas just around the corner, I was afraid this might be a hard time for Lance, his first season without his mother. I asked him how they normally celebrated the holiday. He told me he and his mother would volunteer to help serve meals at one of the local homeless shelters, a different one each year. He asked me what my tradition had been. I usually went out to eat with a friend who I knew would be alone for whatever reason, then go home and watch football. Thanksgiving had never been an important holiday to me after my wife died. "Sounds like its going to be a bummer of a holiday," Lance lamented. "How about if we go away some where for a long weekend, just the two of us?" "Seriously? That would be awesome. Where would we go? Not Lake George, I hope." "No, we will start a new tradition for you and I. I'll make some plans and make it a surprise location. It's been a cold and raining fall so we'll go somewhere warm." "I'm liking the sounds of this. Let's do it." I was hoping I wasn't going too far with my idea. A contributor to the foundation had told me about a private Caribbean island he took his wife to, a clothing optional resort with very private accommodations. He said he had seen same sex couples there as well as mixed couples. A very open and casual facility. A long weekend in the tropics may be just the thing to help Lance got over the Halloween incident. I made reservations at the resort, made arrangements to use the foundation's private jet to fly us down and back. I called the school and got Lance an extra day on each end of the vacation break. Thanksgiving week rolled around and Lance was giddy with anticipation. He kept trying to pry any details of the trip from me but I refused to give him the slightest hint. He insisted he know where we were going so he would know what to pack for clothes. I told him not to worry, Mildred had packed for him and his suitcase was safely locked in the trunk of my car. "This better be worth the torture you putting me through," Lance protested. "I think you'll be pleased." "We don't leave for three more days so no more sex until you tell me or until we leave. Take that!" "Awww, you're really going to try and freeze me out?" I moved over to Lance and put my hands on his shoulders. "No one can refuse this magnificent sex machine." I leaned in to kiss him and he turned his head to the side. "I can and I will refuse you. Not until you talk." I reached one hand down to his crotch and started massaging his junk. I could feel it stiffening to my touch. I rubbed his neck and then put my finger in his ear to tickle him. He turned his head back to try and avoid my finger and the second he was facing forward again, I leaned in and put my lips to his. He held his lips tight together, preventing my tongue from entering his mouth. I took my hand away from his crotch and up to his side and began to tickle again. He opened his mouth to laugh and I quickly took advantage of his lapse and stuck my tongue deep in his mouth. Then returned my hand back to rub his cock. He tried to resist, but was only putting up token resistance. My right hand went to the back of his head and held him tight as I kissed him passionately as he returned the affection. His hand traveled to my back, rubbing me up and down. I fumbled to try and get his pants undone without much success. He took his hands from my back and undid his pants for me, letting them drop to the floor. His now fully erect cock straining against the waistband of his underwear. I reached in and took hold of his cock, a moan coming from deep within him. He pulled his underwear down and released his restrained cock for me to play with. As we kissed and I stroked him, he undid my pants and pulled pants and underwear down in one motion. My cock sprung free and was bumping up against my forearm as I stroked his cock. He reached for me as we both pumped each other at the same time. I broke our kiss and moved down his body getting on my knees in front of him. "Let's get more comfortable," Lance suggested. "I'm fine right here." I took his cock in my hand and pointed it right at my mouth. My tongue came out and licked the drop of precum of the tip. Then opening my mouth wide I took him in all the way in one smooth swallow. "Damn you, you horny bastard. I said no sex." "I said I was in control and no one could tell me what to do or not do," pulling off his cock long enough to admonish him. Then back to what I was doing. Lance just laughed at my comment, the laughter turning to moans as I picked up my speed bobbing on his boner. I was not taking my time with this, my objective was to make his cum. A few more minutes and did he ever cum. Stream after stream of hot juice flooded my mouth, faster than I could swallow. I got up off my knees and Lance caught his breath. "Now sexy daddy, it's your turn." "No, I proved my point and I got what I wanted. You're the one not getting me for three more days. The worm has turned," I told him, quoting a line from some old movie or TV show I had seen in my youth. "Let's get to bed. You've got school in the morning." I walked off before Lance could protest. Or more importantly, test my resolve. I was hard and horny and doing my best not to stay and having him suck my cock or more. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and went to the bedroom and got into bed. Lance was there waiting for me. I kissed him quickly on the mouth, said good night and rolled over. He spooned me, trying to coax me into having sex with him. I just commented, "Later" and remained silent and still. This game went on for the next three day, Lance trying to get me to break down and me telling him no, save it for the trip. "I'll just jerk off if you don't play with me." Lance threatened. "You could jerk off three times a day and still be horny. You're fifteen." I laughed back at him. Finally the morning came when we were to depart. Lance was all giddy, still trying to pry out of me where we were going. We got in the car and drove to the executive parking lot at the airport. "In three hours you'll know where we're going," I informed him as we approached the private jet. "Wow, you hired a private jet?" "The Gates Foundation leases it for use by the board members, and myself of course. As one of the perks of being on the board, each member gets one free flight a year." "So let me see, three hours flying time on a jet. If we go East, we'll end up over the Atlantic Ocean. If we go North, we'll be at the North Pole. If we go West, we'll be in Oklahoma and that's no place for a vacation. So I guess we're going South, somewhere warm you said. The Caribbean?" he asked all excited. "Hmmm, could be. Or maybe the Atlantic Ocean and we'll parachute down onto a fishing trawler." "You parachute on the boat, I'm going to the Caribbean," he mocked me. We got on the jet and Lance just stood there and looked around. "I've never flown before. This will be awesome. I'd be content with just the plane ride." "Oh, I think you'll be more pleased with where we're going." The pilot and first officer came aboard. As they closed the door, the pilot turned to me, "Just three hours and we'll be landing . . ." I shushed him with my finger over my mouth. "Sorry, Mr. Gates. I forgot this was a mystery flight." "Him too?" Lance moaned.. We taxied onto the runway and began to pick up speed. Lance reached over and took hold of my hand. "Are you nervous?" I asked him. "Just a little. But as long as you here, I'm good." The faster we went the tighter he squeezed. "Dam, we really going fast." "Yup, 140 mph is when they rotate and lift off." "The whole plane rotates?!!" Lance asked incredulously. "No," I laughed, "that's just the term they used when they lift the front wheels of the ground to get airborne." When the wheels lifted off the tarmac, Lance had his eyes closed and had squeezed all the blood and the feelings out of my hand. "Did we stop? I don't feel the plane rumbling anymore." "We're in the air. You can relax now." The rest of the flight was smooth and uneventful. Lance spent most of the time with his face glued to the window. When he wasn't smiling at me and giving me quick pecks on the lips. We landed at the resort's private airstrip, got off the plane and onto the golf cart that took us to our accommodations, a rustic looking grass hut style on the outside, very plush and well outfitted on the inside. Our secluded section of the beach was less than 100 yards away from the front door. Lance was beside himself. I tipped the driver and he was gone as soon as he placed our bags in the bedroom, one for me and one for Lance that would surely never be used this weekend. Lance came running up to me and threw himself at me, jumping up and wrapping his legs around and hugging me tightly. I fell backwards from his momentum but luckily landed on the couch behind me. "This is so freaking awesome. Thank you so much. This is the best vacation ever! Now can we make love?" "Slow down, horn dog. A couple things first. We have to get rid of these clothes." As soon as I said that, Lance stripped in a matter of seconds and then tore the clothes off me. "Now I want to go out and take a look at the ocean. Let' go." "Wait, what? Naked? Outside? Someone might see us." "Nobody will, this section of the beach is private for our use only. And besides, it wouldn't matter anyway. This is a clothing optional resort." "But two guys, naked together?" "Yup, it's a very casual resort for straight, bi and gay couples." "Well, if you say so," as he headed for the door. He looked both ways to make sure he couldn't see anyone and then covered himself with his hands and went outside with great trepidation. Considering his total lack of modesty at home, I wondered if I had taken this too far. After all, he was only a fifteen year old boy. His handling of his mother's funeral, the snooty priest, the obnoxious chairman of the board and his suggestions for the fund requests have all combined to make me forget how young he still is. Not to mention his sexual awakening. Underneath all that maturity beats the heart of a teenager. His nerves had made the boner he had in the cabin go limp as he looked around one more time and then ran as fast as he could to the water. He scurried in until the water was over his knees and then dove into the surf. Surfacing, he yelled back to me, "Chris, you gotta come in! This water is awesome. It's so clear, I can see my toes. And warm as bath water." "I'll be there in a minute," I replied as I stood and watched him play in the surf. He dove into the incoming waves, then did a back flip into the next wave. Stood there with his back to the waves and let them crash over him. I was smiling ear to ear as I watched the child Lance acting like a fifteen year old for a change. The simple joy of playing in the waves put all the serious issues he had been dealing with out of his mind for now. I was envious. Could I go play in the waves and leave my cares on the beach? I suppose it was worth a try. "Come on, Chris, what are you waiting for?" "I just wanted to make sure there were no sharks in the water waiting for their next meal," I taunted him as I took off running and dove into a wave. Lance was splashing me like crazy as I broke the surface of the water. I went to go after him and he dove into the next wave and swam away from me. We spent the next hour splashing each other, playing in the waves and dunking each other when we could get close enough. Forgetting about being naked outside, the warm water and of course the physical contact between us had both our cocks standing hard and proud. Exhaustion set in and we got out and lay on the beach on the towels we had brought. "Lance, would you go in and get some suntan lotion. The sun here is very intense and we would burn very quickly." "Sure, be right back." Lance came back with the lotion and offered to spread some on me. "Let me do the most important part first," as he squirted a generous amount in his hand and proceeded to smear it all over my rigid member and my saggy balls. I just put my head back and moaned. "Yes, we don't want that to get sunburned and not be in working order." After getting my cock good and slippery, he moved to the rest of my body, starting at my feet and working his way up my legs. He did my thighs and teasingly kept hitting my junk with the side of his hand. Then he moved up my groin and onto my chest, making sure to rub my nipples with his fingers. My arms and shoulders and neck and finally gently coating my face. I was in heaven. The warm sun making me relaxed, Lance's talented hands and finger knowing just the right areas on my body to spent a little extra time. The cares and worries of the mainland left far behind. He bent down and gave me a kiss on the lips. Our tongues met and I reached out to take a hold of him. "I have to finish you first, then you have to do me. Then we can play. Turn over" Obviously his shyness about being naked was long gone. He rolled me on my stomach and again, started at my feet and worked his way up my body. As he coated my thighs he added some massage moves on my muscles. One again the teasing touching between my legs. Massaging my ass cheeks, he let his slippery fingers go into my crack and slide over my pucker. I moaned and told him to make sure it was done completely. He laughed and went back for some more prodding. Then up my back and to my shoulders and my arms. I was now fully covered with lotion. It was Pina Colada scent with made the mood even better, perfect for the tropics. "Ok, now you can do me. Hope I left enough for you." "If not, there's plenty more inside." Now it was my turn to enjoy running my hands all over Lance's tight, smooth young body. I started the same way he did, smearing his boner with lots of lotion, making sure to rub it in over and over. "Much more of that and you'll have more than lotion on your hands," Lance warned. Taking the hint, I moved on and gave the rest of his body the attention it deserved. Lance was smiling, encouraging me to keep at it, his hands behind his head exposing his hairy armpits. His pits and his crotch were basically the only really hairy areas of his body. As he rolled over, I did his backside, also spending more time on his ass than any other part of him. As I fingered his hole, picked his head up and looked right and left. Seeing no one, he asked, "Do you think we could fuck right here on the beach?" "I don't know. That would entail me putting my cock in your ass and pumping you until I cum. Do you think we could do that?" "Fucking-A! Do me, I'm so ready." I was kneeling next to him as I slathered him with suntan lotion. I swung one leg to the other side of him and lowered myself down. He turned his head sideways so we could kiss. As we kissed I moved so my cock was up against this ass crack, moving up and down the length of it, passing over his hole. Lance reached back with one hand and guided my cock to his entrance then pushed back to me. The tip of my cock was tight to him as he pushed out on his ass, allowing my cock access to him. I gently applied pressure as my tip moved inside. I stopped there to let him get used to the invasion. There was so much lotion on my cock and on his pucker that it didn't take too much effort to go deeper, inch by inch. Lance was moaning and coaxing me to go all the way. My pubic hairs were against his cheeks, my cock fully buried in him. Lance wiggled side to side and tightened his sphincter against my cock. I slowly withdrew and then pushed back in. The sun on my back, the smell of the lotion, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach behind us, all made this the most beautiful experience I could have ever imagined. I wanted it to last forever. So did Lance as he would push back against me a few quick thrusts, then just lay still. As he was thrusting, I was jabbing into him, then I would be still when he was, just being joined as one. We went on like this for at least a half hour before I could no longer contain my urges and continued to thrust into him until I reached my orgasm, emptying my balls. My cock went limp and slid out of his ass. Lance rolled over and smiled at me, engaging me in a deep and prolonged kiss. "You didn't cum, Lance, let me take care of that for you." "No, I can wait. I'm just enjoying you being here with me and being able to satisfy you." "Ok, it will take me a little while to get my breath back to be able to do you proper." We were resting in the sun, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sound of the surf on the beach. We had both dozed off when we were awoken by some yelling. A lifeguard had come out of nowhere and we running across the beach at the water line, yelling to two people in the ocean. He dove in and was swimming out to them as fast as he could, dragging his floatation device behind him. Lance and I jumped up and came over the edge of the water. Just beyond where the waves were crashing were a young boy and an older man struggling to stay afloat. The life guard reached them and started pulling them back to shore. We surmised they had been caught in the rip tide current the desk clerk warned us about when we checked in. Lance and I waded into the surf to help pull the exhausted swimmers out of the water. The lifeguard began to yell at the older man. "I told you not to go out too far or the rip tide current would pull you away from shore! I should ban you from the beach!" Then turning to the young man with him, "And you Pedro, I told you not to try and swim out to him. That's my job. You're lucky the two of you didn't drown!" The young boy nodded and lowered his head. The older man just trudged off back up the beach in the direction the lifeguard came from. "I'm sorry for the intrusion," the lifeguard began. "My name is Adrian and I'm the lifeguard for the public beach off to the north of here. I've been told to never come past the privacy barrier to this area of the beach. But it was that or take a chance on these two idiots drowning on my watch." "No worries. I'm Chris and this is Lance. We're here for a few days on vacation. It was impressive watching you in action." It was also impressive just looking at him, dripping wet and glistening in the strong sunlight. Blond hair, bleached by the sun, wet and clinging to his forehead and down the side of his face. A taunt muscular body without an ounce of fat anywhere on him. Arm muscles as big as my legs, powerful enough to overcome a rip tide and save a couple of lives. He had the baggy orange swim trunks with the lifeguard logo on them but still showed his bulge. It was just then that I realized Lance and I were both naked in front of this god of the beach. I glanced over at Lance and he was mesmerized by Adrian as much as I was. "Oh, look at us, we better get some towels and cover up. This is embarrassing." "I am looking at you and neither one of you has anything to be embarrassed about. On the contrary, I'd say you should be proud of the way you look right now." As he said that and looked us up and down, I noticed the bulge in his swimming trunks increase in size dramatically. "The young boy with you shouldn't be exposed to our naked bodies," I explained. "Pedro has seen a lot of naked bodies and is usually naked himself when on the beach. The public beach I patrol is a clothing optional beach. Pedro is my side kick, hoping to learn how to be a lifeguard himself some day." Turning to look at the boy, "But he will never make it if he doesn't learn how to obey orders." Pedro looked at Adrian with a devilish grin, "I usually obey orders and do what you tell me." Adrian's face turned red and he waved the boy off to head back up the beach. "I will leave you alone to get back to what you were doing. I have a confession to make. While I was waiting for the two of them to get this far down the beach where the rip tide is weakest, I was watching the two of you making love. I felt sleazy watching but it was so hot I couldn't help myself. I hope you won't report me." Knowing that he was watching us fuck made both Lance and I chub up. But Lance was also grinning ear to ear. "We wouldn't know who to report you to and if we did the only thing we'd report was your rescuing two swimmers in trouble." Lance and I both shook his hand and watched as he jogged back up the beach. "Now that was one damn hot body!" Lance commented. "Hotter than mine?" I teased. "Much hotter, old man, but I bet he's lousy in bed. You'd have him beat six ways from Sunday in that department." "You should know," as we went back up to lie on the beach again. "Rested up enough, old man?" "I need a short nap first," as I stretched out and pt my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. "Fine, but not too long, I don't want to lose the urge." "I have no fears of that ever happening with you," I laughed. "Let me go get some more suntan lotion so you don't burn while you're napping," and off he went to the hut. I hadn't fallen asleep yet when he returned and started spreading the lotion on my naked body. He worked up from my feet to my legs and then straddled me to reach my chest. "What are you doing?" I innocently asked, as if I didn't know. "Just easier to reach your chest this way," as I felt his crotch move up to my stiffening cock. I kept my eyes closed as he covered the upper half of me, all the while moving against my cock. "I better make sure I got enough in the sensitive areas." With that he reached down and grabbed my cock and his, smearing them both with copious amounts of greasy suntan lotion. He added his other hand and began to stroke both our cocks together. I think there is a name for this but I wasn't about to get out a thesaurus to do a word search. I opened my eyes to see the look of pleasure on his face. As we were both getting close, we heard a voice call out to us. It was Adrian jogging around the privacy barrier. "Oh, I wanted to mention . . . Oh shit! I'm sorry, I . . . ah . . . I mean, " as he stammered for his words. Just as he stood there trying to think of something, Lance and I looked at him and smiled as we both shot our loads all over me. "I'm so, so sorry," Adrian muttered as he backed away and went back down the beach. "Well that was embarrassing," I commented as soon as I caught my breath. "Maybe for him but I enjoyed it," Lance laughed. "He did time it just right didn't he." We went back in the water and washed ourselves off then went back to the beach for an afternoon nap. After supper I told Lance that we should go into town tomorrow and see some more of the island than just our naked bodies and this small stretch of beach. Lance wasn't tired of the nakedness but agreed it would be fun to explore the area. We arranged for a shuttle to take us down town and then return us at the end of the day. We roamed around the main street of the town, seeing what the shops had to offer. By noon we were getting hungry and were looking for a place to eat. As we came upon a street vendor selling local food, Lance spotted Adrian just ahead of us. "Hey Adrian," Lance called out to him. He turned around and his face turned red when he saw who had called his name. "Oh, hi. Look, about yesterday, I had no business coming around the privacy barrier like that." "No problem, we kind of enjoyed having an audience. We hope we didn't offend you with what we were doing." "Offend me? Hell no. I would have offered to join you but I thought you would be mad at the invasion of your privacy. That, and it looked like I was a little late." "There is always next time," Lance offered. I looked at Lance in disbelief of what he just said. Considering his buyer's remorse after exchanging blow jobs with his friend Justin, I wasn't sure if he was just joking with Adrian or if his attitude had changed on having sex with other guys. The situation had just gotten a little awkward for Adrian when he noticed the look on my face. So he changed the subject quickly. "So where are you two headed?" he asked. "We were just going to stop at that food stand and get something to eat." "Oh no, never eat from those places. Too much money and terrible food. Come with me and I'll take you to the best place on the island." We followed along and Adrian filled us in on the island culture and the good sights to see and the places to stay away from. We turned off the main street and a few doors down the side street he motioned us in. "Mama, I have brought guests for lunch. Two gentlemen from the States." Adrian announced our presence. A good looking older woman came out from the back and came up and hugged us. "Welcome to my home. Any friends of my son's are always welcome to sit at my table and enjoy some food. I'll be right back. Sit," as she motioned to a table near the front window. "This is your mother's restaurant? No bias here when you said it was the best food on the island. Is there a menu?" "No menu ever. She serves what she makes for the day, her choice, always something different but always delicious." He was right. Best home cooked food I had eaten in a long time. She refused to take any money as we were Adrian's friends so we left a very generous tip. Adrian offered to show around the town for the rest of the afternoon. We met Pedro and he and Lance got to know one another, talking non-stop, while Adrian and I walked in front of them. "If I'm not being too personal, what is the relationship between you and young Lance? I don't think he is your son, no resemblance. Is he your sex toy or something more serious?" "It's complicated." I explained how I became his guardian after his mother passed. "We have feelings for one another and some great sex, but I don't think it is anything permanent. He is too young to know what he really wants out of life and where life will take him. We have discussed it and neither one of us has an answer. So we just enjoy one another while we can." "It is similar with Pedro and myself. His mother and father are both drunks and have no idea where he is or what he is up to most of the time. He has latched onto me for some stability and affection in his life. Sort of a hero worship as well, with his idea of becoming a lifeguard. He often spends days at a time with me, staying at my place. It is only a one bedroom apartment so he sleeps with me. And of course you know where that leads with a hormone crazed fourteen year old. I have tried to refuse him but he has a way about him." "Yes, the same with Lance. Although I have to admit, after the first few times with him it didn't take much coaxing from him to get me into bed." I laughed. "Do you think Lance was serious about me joining the two of you? Would you be alright with that? I could even ask Pedro if he wanted to come along and join in the fun." "I'm not sure on both questions. I'll have to get back to you." "That's fine, I don't want to intrude but I also wouldn't want to pass up an opportunity for some fun with both of you. Or just you if Lance is unsure." We continued to make general conversation until the end of the afternoon. We caught the shuttle back to the beach and had supper. After we ate, I talked to Lance about his offer to Adrian. "Were you serious about inviting Adrian to join us for some sex? "It just kind of slipped out. I should have asked you first what you thought of the idea. But he does have a smoking hot body. Might do you some good to have a new toy to play with," he smirked. "I think you were the toy he was interested in, not some old dude. He probably has numerous opportunities to hook up with older guys on the beach." "He'd be missing out on the best sex ever if he passed up on you." "Thanks. But I'm not sure if we should or not. Remember how you felt after your time with Justin? I don't want to lay that kind of guilt on you." "That was different. I felt obligated to suck Justin because he had just sucked me. This would be consensual going into it. But if you're uncomfortable, I completely understand." "Let me think about it, okay?" I didn't want Lance to feel guilty about screwing around with someone else and I didn't want to feel jealous that he was. But I had been telling myself all along that our sex play was just that, playing around and not two people in love. I felt strongly for him but deep down I had a feeling this was just a fling and he would find someone his own age, be it a girl or a guy, to enjoy himself with. A fleeting infatuation with someone who was a strong male presence when he was suddenly left with no family. It would be a one time thing as we would be leaving the island tomorrow to head home. A good test of our relationship without any long term entanglements. "So how would this work if Adrian was invited to play? Would this be you and he or a threesome or involve Pedro?" I asked "I have no idea. But I'm open to suggestions." "Let m get in touch and see what he says." "Sounds good. Just one thing, though. Can't we make it a stipulation that there will be no kissing? Anything else is fine, just kissing makes it too intimate and not just recreational sex." Lance insisted. Wow, he has given this some thought. "I totally agree. I'll let you know what Adrian thinks." I called Adrian and told him Lance was open to getting together with him and asked him his ideas. He told me if could be the three of us or just he and I or he and Lance. I wanted to see how it would play out with Lance so I suggested just he and Lance. He was fine with the no kissing idea and said that anything else Lance didn't want to do was fine with him. Just tell Lance to let him know if it was going somewhere he wasn't comfortable with. I didn't mention Pedro as Adrian didn't mention him. Just as well, he was too young for me to get involved with. Shortly after Lance and I had supper, Adrian came around the privacy barrier, wearing is baggy lifeguard shorts. He came over and sat on the beach with Lance and I, both of us being naked as usual. "You're a little overdressed, aren't you Adrian?" Lance told him suggestively. "My invitation didn't mention a dress code, or should I say, an undress code. But while in Rome, do as the Romans do," as he stood up and removed his shorts. Lance let out a quiet gasp as he got his first look at Adrian's 9" cock, already hard and ready for whatever was to come. "Ay caramba! That's a sweet looking cock!" Lance exclaimed. "And it is at your service, however you'd like to enjoy it." Adrian smiled at both of us. "I'm going inside and leave you two alone. If anyone needs anything, just holler." I said as I stood up to walk inside. "I think I have everything I need right here, but thanks Chris." Lance replied back as he moved over to take a hold of Adrian's monster cock. As I got to the porch, I looked back and saw Lance on his knees in front of Adrian, fondling and taking a good hard look at the stiff meat in his hands. He leaned forward and licked the tip of it, getting his first taste of someone new to him. Adrian moaned and put his hands on Lance's head, running his fingers through his hair. "Play nice, you two," hoping that Adrian wouldn't try and force himself on Lance. Adrian gave me a thumbs up and went back to playing with Lance's hair. I felt confident Lance would be able to handle himself and would call out if things went wrong. I plunked myself down in a chair and picked up a book to take my mind off what was happening on the beach. I hadn't read more than a page when I heard a noise at the doorway. "Hello, Mr. Chris?" It was Pedro in all his glory, naked and erect. "Hello Pedro. What brings you to my door step?" "I had followed Adrian but he said I could not stay with him and Lance so I should come in here and keep you company." I motioned him to come over to me as I put my book on the table next to me. He was smaller than Lance and a year younger. He had a smooth body with no hair on him at all. I was sure he must have hit puberty by now so must shave himself. He had a slim build, not skinny mind you, but not as filled out as Lance. His boner stuck straight out in front of him, all 5" of it. His ball sack was small and pulled up tight under his cock. Looking at him and comparing him to Lance started my cock to chub up. At that moment I heard moans and Adrian's encouraging comments to Lance to keep doing what he was doing. That brought me to a full out hardon. Pedro grinned when he noticed this and he offered to suck my cock. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. You are so much younger than I am." "Adrian likes the way I suck his cock. He says I'm the best cocksucker he knows. I want him to fuck me but he says he's too big and would hurt me. So I get a lot of practice sucking his huge cock." That comment made me feel better knowing that Adrian was aware of how much damage his snake could do to a younger boy. Him fucking Lance was probably off the menu. "At least let me sit in your lap while you read." Pedro implored as he climbed up in my chair. He lay back against my chest and positioned his ass crack directly over my cock. I could feel he was slippery there and guessed he had come prepared to be fucked by one of us. It was going to be difficult to hold my book and read, let alone the distraction of him sitting on me. He wiggled his ass around and moved forward and back until my cock was at his hole. "Oh, your stiff cock feels so good against my bum. I could only imagine how good it would feel inside me." "It would hurt like hell if you're still a virgin. You should be doing this with someone you own age who would have a smaller cock for your first time." "None of my friends are into me like that. So I must look to older men like yourself and Adrian to satisfy me. But Adrian is too big." As he wiggled around some more, I could feel his anus push out and contract. Every time he pushed out his ass muscle, he put more downward pressure on my cock. After several attempts, the tip of my cock entered his body. He let out a little yelp and just stopped moving. I pulled my hips back to get out of him but he begged me not to move and let him do what he has been wanting for so long. I still didn't feel totally comfortable butt fucking this young boy but hearing the sounds from the beach cranked up my horniness to a level that I couldn't deny him, or me, the pleasure he was seeking. I pushed my hips back where they had been and Pedro sat back on my cock. The tip went in a little easier this time but I could tell it was still very painful for him. I just sat still and waited for him to get adjusted to my cock for a few minutes. Then he sat back further and took my whole length into him. Again, he just sat there very still, getting accustomed to the feeling. As the pain subsided, he began to slowly rock back and forth on my cock. I ran my hands over him, exploring his body. I reached around in front of him and took a hold of his stiff cock and began to slowly jerk him off. The sounds from the beach became louder as Adrian yelled to Lance that he was cumming and to suck him hard and deep. My eyes were closed and in my mind it was Lance making my cock feel this good. It was Adrian's yelling but it was Lance bringing me to the edge. The sounds of his impending climax pushed me over the edge as I deposited a load of old man cum in Pedro's smooth, tight virgin ass. I was so intent of what was happening on the beach and my own feelings that I hadn't even noticed Pedro had put his hand over mine and was stroking his cock furiously. As my cock was losing its stiffness I felt Pedro sphincter spasm around me as he enjoyed his first orgasm with a cock up his ass. He leaned back against me, both of us breathing hard and short breaths. "Thank you Mr. Chris. That was everything I hoped it would be and more. I can not wait to give Adrian this much pleasure. I have fucked him but I know he wants someone bigger than me. His face really lit up when he saw you and Mr. Lance fucking." "You are still young and have a lot of growing to do, Pedro. I'm sure you will be able to satisfy Adrian's desire for a stiff cock." "I hope so as well.' Pedro climbed off me and went in the bathroom to clean himself. I got up and walked to the doorway and looked out on the beach. Adrian was now on his stomach and Lance was on top of him, humping his ass with great vigor. Lance looked up and saw me in the doorway. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign. I smiled back at him and went back to my chair. Pedro came back over to me. "I would very much like to kiss you right now, but I heard Adrian say there would be no kissing. He was disappointed but understood and we will abide by your wishes." Pedro sat back on my lap and we talked about life on the island and his desire to be a lifeguard. After about a half an hour we heard Adrian call out from the beach. "Come Pedro, it is time for us to leave." Pedro and I got up and walked out to the beach. Lance was on his back with his hands behind his head and a limp cock across his leg. "Chris, I hope you and Lance had an enjoyable vacation on our little island. I know it was an unforgettable experience for me and I can tell by the look on Pedro's face, for him as well. Have a safe flight home and I hope you come back again. Be sure and look us up when you do." "Yes, Adrian, it was an awesome time for us. Your hospitality and that of your mother's made us feel right at home. This may well be our new Thanksgiving tradition." "I'll second that, Chris," Lance spoke up. He stood up and shook Adrian's hand. "Until next year." "Pedro and I will be waiting." Adrian and Pedro put on their shorts and walked back around the privacy barrier, turning to wave goodbye. Lance and I lay back down on the beach and looked at the night sky. "So how was Adrian?" I asked. "Was it as good as you thought it would be?" "It was and it wasn't. Don't get me wrong, he has a huge cock. But I couldn't fit anymore of him in my mouth than I can of yours. And while I was fucking him, you were the one I was thinking about. I was in Adrian's ass but you were in my mind." "You're not going to believe this, but it was the same with me. It was like Pedro was masturbating my cock with his ass while I was inside you instead of him." I laughed. Lance rolled over and hugged me. "I need some very personal kissing right now," as his mouth attacked my mouth. After some serious making out, Lance pulled back. "I'm glad we did this. Recreational sex is one thing but what we have with each other is so much better. You're right, sex without the passion is like masturbating in a different way. Using someone else's mouth or their ass to reach an orgasm, but definitely not making love." We went back to kissing and cuddling until we fell asleep on the beach in each other's arms. We woke the next morning, took showers, had breakfast and flew back home. The island vacation was just what we needed to rejuvenate our souls, freshen our outlook on life and confirm what we're too afraid to admit to ourselves - we were deeply in love with each other. Christmas After a, ahem, very enjoyable Thanksgiving vacation, life returned to a new normal. Lance felt more at ease with his new life. He continued his volunteer work at the hospital, kept his grades up in school and stayed involved with the Winthrop Foundation. But he wasn't as obsessed as he had been before. He was actually spending some time with friends and making personal time to relax. All in all he seemed happier and content with his life as it was now. And me? I was glad to see the new Lance. I also felt less pressure to be driven, whether with the Foundations or with my relationship with Lance. I had come to accept that we were lovers, for now anyway, and subject to change as time went on. Lance brought up the subject of our Christmas plans. Carlos and Mildred had done an excellent job of decorating the house and the grounds for the holiday. Elaborate but not over board. Again, this was Lance's first Christmas without his mother, although he now had me firmly in his life, and his bed. We discussed what each of us had done in past years and what we might do this year. "I have something in mind that I'd like to do. I'm not sure how you'd feel about it." "I planned the last holiday, you plan this one. Surprise me like I did to you." "My surprise would be very different indeed, but I will need your help if we can pull this off. You remember at the reading of the will my mother had bequeathed one million dollars to my Uncle Walter who lives in Kansas?" "Yes. And I remember they was talk that he would not accept it either." "He and my father had been feuding for years. He didn't come to my father's or my mother's funerals. He still doesn't want anything to do with this side of the family. My father's money is a big part of it but I don't totally understand the whole thing. I would like to go to Kansas and meet him and maybe start a dialogue with him. He is the only living blood relative I have." "Do you really think you can succeed where your mother and father couldn't?" "It's far fetched but I want to convince him I'm almost broke to remove the money issue. I have never done anything to him, hell, I have never even met the man. Maybe if he gets to know me as me and not the heir to the family fortune he might change his attitude." "Are you sure you want to take that chance? It might be painful if you travel all that way and he still rejects you as family." "I want to take that chance. I got you to like me, didn't I?" "You're not going to suck your uncle's cock are you?" I snickered. "Come on, I'm serious." "Sorry. So what's your plan?" "I'm going to buy get some ratty looking clothes, probably from a thrift shop, so I look the part. We'll travel by train to Kansas and then take a bus to Winchell Falls where he and Aunt Ruth live. You will be a security guard who worked for the family for years before we fell on hard times. You heard about my trip West and out of loyalty to my mother, you volunteered to accompany me to keep me safe. We can make reservations at a sleazy motel to complete the picture. I'll explain to Uncle Walter how our fortune was exhausted on bad investments. When my mother passed, the house was sold to pay off the remaining debts. She had prepaid my tuition at school so I am living on campus." "I suppose it all sounds good. But what about the inheritance? How will you handle that?" "Hopefully once he has gotten to know me I can reveal the truth and tell him my mother still cared for him and left him the money." "I sure hope it works, for your sake. It might blow up in your face." "I know. But if I don't try he may die too and then I'll really have no family left." "You'll always have me, you know that. I'll go along with this hair brained scheme of yours and hope for the best. At the very least we'll be able to see Kansas." I laughed. Mid December came and we were ready to leave. We said our good-byes to Mildred and Carlos and wished them well. We boarded the train and began our journey West. I had made reservations for a suite in the Vista Car. Our suite consisted of a huge bedroom, a sitting room, private bathroom and an upper level observation area where we could sit and have a panoramic three hundred and sixty-degree view of the country side we were traveling through. When we arrived in Kansas, Lance had to play the part of the pauper, but not yet. Of course Lance wanted us to be naked in the observation area so we could let the countryside see us as well. Not that I minded. The view inside was as pleasurable as the view outside. Except to get dressed and go to the dining car for meals, we spent most of out time up there. At night the view of the stars was exhilarating. Once we were away from the lights of the city the sky was lit up with a thousand stars. Lance pointed out some of the constellations he knew. Lance being Lance, he pointed them out with a stiff cock in his hand. As he pointed it at me, "And that is the brightest and biggest star of them all. Lover Supremo!" "More like the "Young Dicker" and the "Old Dicker" if you ask me." We both laughed as he moved over and hugged me, bringing his wet lips to mine. We kissed and cuddled and enjoyed the movement of the train beneath us. Our hands lowered and wrapped around each other's cocks, hard and dripping precum. We stroked each other as we kissed, letting our passion build. Lance moved down and took my cock in his mouth, slowly taking in as much as he could. Not moving his mouth, he swirled his tongue around on me, circling it as best he could. Then he started moving up and down, applying suction as he did. One hand was on my chest massaging my nipples and the other hand was squeezing my ass cheeks. My hands were alternating between rubbing his head and massaging his shoulders. He pulled his hand from my chest and used both hands on my ass to pull me tighter to him. I could feel that telltale tingle in my balls and let him know I was close. He mumbled something, I'm not sure what, and kept working my boner. My balls pulled tight to my crotch, my hips raised up and I let my load of cum shoot down Lance's hungry mouth. "I don't know which is Heaven, what I'm looking at through the skylight or what I'm feeling for you right now." I commented through halted breaths. "I know what my vote would be," as he rolled onto his back and presented himself to me. I took his not so subtle hint and proceeded to give him a long and slow blow job, pulling off when I felt he was close. "Come on damn it, quit teasing. I didn't do that to you," his annoyance showing in his tone. "You had you chance, too bad you didn't take advantage of it," as I went back down on him in earnest to finish him off. His body shook as he erupted in my mouth, too much for me to swallow so quickly. I pulled off him and licked up as best I could what had dribble out of the sides of my mouth. "So what is your vote? Up there or down here?" "You should know the answer to that one." We cuddled and kissed some more and fell asleep in each other's arms. The morning sunrise coming through the windows was the most magnificent sunrise I'd ever seen. Even if his quest to make peace with his uncle wasn't successful this trip had been something we'll remember for the rest of our lives. After more sightseeing and more lovemaking, once as we were unexpectedly passing through a metropolitan area, we arrived in Topeka, Kansas. We caught a bus to Winchell Falls and checked into our motel. It was a dump, just as Lance had wanted. He then called Uncle Walter. His aunt answered the phone and was shocked to hear that we were in town. She said Walter was at work but she would come and pick us up. When she arrived she covered her mouth and said Lance looked just like his father at fifteen. She hugged him and then looked at me. "And who is this gentleman?" Lance introduced me and began his tale of his new-found poverty. His aunt was teary eyed when he was finished. "Well you're not going to stay in this flea bag motel. You get your things and you're staying in out guest room young man." "Lance, you go and stay with your relatives. I'll stay here at the motel and if you need anything you can reach me here," I stated "Are you sure, Mr. Peterson (my new alias). I'm sure we could share the guest room, if it's all right with Aunt Ruth." "No, this is about you and your family. I'll stay here out of your way." "Okay, if you insist." He shook my hand and whispered as his aunt was walking towards her car. "Guess you'll be stuck jerking off for the next few days all by yourself." "I've got plenty of jerk off memories from our trip out here, and plenty more ideas for the way home." I winked. Aunt Ruth gave Lance the tour of town as they headed back to her house. He asked her a lot of questions about Kansas and what life was like here. His uncle would be home from his job as a mechanic at the local John Deere dealership in about an hour. She made him a snack then showed him to the quest room and where he could put his things. "I think I'll wait to unpack in case Uncle Walter tells me to leave. I may not be welcome in his home." "It's my home too, Lance, and you're welcome to stay as long as you like." "Thank you, Aunt Ruth. I just hope I can make peace with Uncle Walter and get to know the both of you. You're the only blood relatives I have left. Do you know what happened between my father and Uncle Walter?" "You're better off asking him to explain it." Aunt Ruth and Lance were witting in the kitchen when Uncle Walter arrived home. "Ruth, I'm home. What time is . . ." He stopped in mid sentence. "What the holy hell is this?" "This is your nephew Lance. He came all the way from the East to visit." "My God son, you look just like your father at your age. You came a long way for nothing, as far as I'm concerned." He turned to walk out of the kitchen but Aunt Ruth jumped up and grabbed his arm. "Walter James Winthrop! You sit right down here and listen to this boy. He lost his father, now his mother and is near broke. He came all this way to get to know his only living relatives so you're going to sit and talk. Put this silly feud to an end!" Walter ambled back over and sat down at the kitchen table. "What does she mean, broke? You people are mega-rich." Walter started. Lance went into his well rehearsed story. By the time he was done, Walter was teary eyed as well. "Damn fortunes are no good. Nobody needs that much money anyway." "Is that why you and my father never spoke?" "You've come all this way so I suppose I owe you an explanation. I was two years ahead of your father in school. I got okay grades but your father was the smart one. We always had each other's back and were inseparable all through school. Our father gave us a good home but didn't have enough money to send either one of us to college. Right after graduation I joined the army as a way to go to college on the GI Bill. I had been dating your mother for a year and she promised to wait for me until I got out. When your father graduated his grades were so good he went to college on a full scholarship. He was living the good life at college while I was eating K-rations and dodging bullets. But I was okay with that. The bad blood started when I finally returned to find that your father had started dating Alice and the two of them had got married. He had a cushy job as an intern at an investment company. I couldn't stand seeing the two of them together so I up and moved to Kansas. I met Ruth and we got married but I never could get over the betrayal of your father and mother. They tried to make it up to me by sending me money ever now and then but I always torn up the checks. They finally got the hint." "No wonder you haven't talked to them in years. I know my father missed having you in his life. He would talk about the good times the two of you had growing up. And anytime I mentioned your name my mother would always look sad and change the subject. Now I know why. The guilt must have been terrible for her, knowing she estranged the two of you." "I did feel guilty sometimes carrying on this feud. But I just couldn't swallow my pride and end it. I guess pride is more of a curse then wealth." Lance spent the next five days getting to know his aunt and uncle and life in Kansas. They were concerned that he would be alone back East but he told them he was all set to finish his schooling and then figure out what to do from there. It was time to return home so Lance asked his aunt for a ride back to the motel to pick up Chris and then to the bus station. "You are always welcome to come live with us if Kansas wouldn't be too boring for you," laughed Ruth. "Thank you, I'll keep that as an option. But I'm not sure I'd really be welcome here." "Nonsense," Walter interrupted, "You're family and you'll always be welcome here." "We've gotten to know one another these past few days. You know me as Lance, your nephew, not some rich brat from back East, right?" "Yes, you're a fine young man. Your parents did a great job raising you." "I hope you still think so after you hear what I have to tell you." Lance explained the truth about his financial situation and how the ruse was not to deceive them but for them to get to know the real him. "Well, damn, you sure did have us fooled. I suppose you really do care about family if you went to all this trouble. We hope this isn't the last we see of you?" "Of course not. I'd like to come out every summer and spend some time with the both of you. And of course we can talk and email and stay in touch the rest of the year.' "Yes, we'd both like that." "One more thing, Uncle Walter, you said pride was more of a curse than money, right?" "Yes, I did. And thanks to you I've swallowed my pride." "Let's hope so. My mother mentioned you in her will and wanted you to have this. I hope you will accept it," as he handed his uncle a bank check for one million dollars. Walter looked at the check and fell back into his chair. Ruth came over and looked at the check in his shaking hands. "Oh my God, that can't be for real. We can't accept that." "My mother wanted you to have it and I want you to have it. It's real and it is brought here with her love and mine for the both of you. I hope you accept it and enjoy it" Walter and Ruth both hugged Lance and were openly crying. "Now you can retire, Walter, and we can travel and see the rest of the country, heck, the world for that matter. We can even come visit you sometime, if you'd like." Ruth announced. "You're both welcome anytime you want to visit for as long as you want. They took Lance back to the motel to pick up Chris and gave them a ride to the bus station. More hugs, more tears and a long goodbye as the journey home began. Instead of going to the train station, Chris had arranged for the private jet to fly them home so they would be home in time for Christmas morning. "We're not taking the train home?" "No, I've had enough of public sex for a while. I want to get home and enjoy some private lovemaking in our own bed." And they did, . . . and they did, . . . and they did, . . . I hope you enjoyed this chapter. In the next chapter, Lance takes on the two major challenges in his life, one personal and one in his work with the Foundation. If you enjoyed this story you may enjoy some of my other stories posted on Nifty. Feed back is always welcome to Jonathan at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. If you can't find them, from the main menu select "Authors". In the upper right hand corner, select "Search". Under keywords, enter "Jonathan Perkins" (be sure and put the name in quotation marks).