Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2020 22:59:19 +0000 (UTC) From: tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com Subject: The Salt Water Marsh WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between a grown man and a teenage boy. 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. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Salt Water Marsh is the story of one incredible summer on Cape Cod on the east coast and the life changing events of the families living there. The Salt Water Marsh My name is Attorney Bill Henshaw. When my grandfather was a young man he bought ten acres of what was considered then worthless marshland on a point of land on the southern side of Cape Cod. He loved the marsh grass and all the wild life that thrived there. He was an environmentalist long before it became popular. He cleared and filled a narrow path down to the ocean that opened to a sand beach on the point. He used to laugh at how the point would move over the years, pushed to the west by the Nor-easter storms that hit New England and then a year of two later pushed back to the east by a hurricane coming in from the south west. But it never got washed away, just pushed back and forth. He built his house on the front of the bluff, about 200 ft above the beach. It affords a great view of the Atlantic Ocean and natural privacy. He passed the land and house down to my father who passed it down to my sister and I. Since it was bought it has now become protected wetlands and cannot be built on or dredged or changed in any way. Ten acres of ocean front property on Cape Cod would normally be worth tens of millions of dollars but because it is protected the value is very low. My sister and I trade off weeks during the summer. I take the first week to open the house and get it ready for the season. She takes the next two weeks then I come back for two weeks then the rest of the summer is up for whoever has the time to use it. That lays out the setting for my summer of pleasure. My sister's boy, Brad, loves the beach. He always talks his way into coming down the first week and staying with me to help open the house. Which is fine. He's a great kid and a hard worker. He works with me all day and then gets together with all his summer friends to get re-aquatinted after the winter. Brad is a very outgoing young man, good looking and fit from all the sports he plays at school. He is in his junior year at high school and is very popular. Normally the year round kids on the Cape don't want anything to do with the summer tourists but our family has been there for three generations so we're more part time year round people. The crowd he hangs with are all great kids. No bullies, no drugs, no alcohol and all well mannered. I always enjoy having them come over and swim or barbecue or play board games or whatever they want to do. And if Brad and I are working on chores, they will chip in without being asked to help get the work done. One of his friends, the one they call "KC" is a year younger than the rest and very shy and timid. He has a slight build, probably only weighing 120 pounds and standing 5'2. He has light blond hair that he combs over to his left and hangs covering half his face. He doesn't say much but underneath that flop of hair is the cutest smile you'll ever see. He's quiet and will talk when talked to directly but never joins in a conversation or starts one. The rest of Brad's friends like KC and make sure to include him in all of their activities. The boys had all gone down to the water swimming. The house rule was no one swims alone but they were always in a group. The point and the sand bar were hidden from view from the road by the location and the marsh grass. Makes a great place for getting an all over tan, which my wife and I have done many times. As I approached the beach I noticed a pile of swimsuits on shore and a lot of white ass cheeks bobbing around in the surf. I smiled and snickered to myself, thinking back to when I used to enjoy skinny-dipping with my friends on this same beach. When I got to the beach, the boys all yelled for me to join them, not embarrassed by their nakedness. I politely declined and told them to enjoy themselves. I turned and noticed KC was sitting on the top edge of the beach, almost into the marsh grass, still with his bathing suit on. "Hi KC.' "Oh, hi Mr. Henshaw," he replied looking down at his feet. "How come you not in swimming with the others?" "Oh, I really didn't feel like swimming today. Maybe next time." "Want me to sit and keep you company?" "No, I don't want to interrupt your day, I'll be fine." He seemed more sullen than usual. I pressed him a little bit to see if anything was wrong. "Is one of the boys picking on you?" "Oh, heck no. These guys are great friends. They always include me in whatever their doing." "Are you feeling sick?" "No, not really." "Well, is there anything you want to talk about?" "It's just my father and I had a fight this morning, that's all." "Well, these things happen. I'm not sure what the fight was about, and it's none of my business, but I'm sure it will all be forgotten about by supper time tonight." "We'll see. Thank you for asking, Mr. Hensahw." "I'm headed back up to the house. You want to stay here with your friends or come back up to the house for a snack." "I'd like that if you don't mind." "Don't mind at all, glad to have the company. He guys! KC is going back up to the house with me to get some snacks ready for you when you get done swimming." "Ok, thanks for the heads up, Uncle Bill," Brad yelled out just before getting dunked by two of his friends. We headed back up the path to the house. I tried making small talk but KC was very quiet and just replied with a shrug or a "Ya" or "Nope" to most of my conversation. Something was really weighing on his mind. We got to the house, washed the sand off our feet in the outside shower and went to the kitchen. I started getting out some snacks and KC arranged them on the table. Then I got glasses as KC got drinks from the refrigerator. When everything was laid out, KC just slumped in one of the kitchen chairs. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about your fight? Anything you tell me will be our secret. I won't say a word to the other boys if that's what you're afraid of." I reassured him. "No, its ok." He dropped his head and a tear rolled down his cheek. I went over and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around rather unexpectedly and returned my hug. As he broke our hug, he looked up at me. "I wish my father was more like you, Mr. Henshaw. You're the nicest person I know." "Thank you, KC. But I can have my moments as well, we all do. When you father cools down I'm sure everything will be ok." He didn't say a word and reached for some cookies and a glass of soda. Before I could go on with my one sided conversation I heard the yelling and whooping of the boys coming back from the beach and hitting the outside shower to wash off the salt water. One by one they came through the kitchen, naked as the day they were born, headed for the bathroom to throw their swim suits in the dryer. They came back and converged in the kitchen still naked and started to devour the cookies and sodas. "Ah, boys, don't you think some clothes might be appropriate?" "Sorry, Uncle Bill, but they don't have anything to change back into until their swim suits are dry." "I supposed, but a little modesty might dictate that you sit at the table and hide your semi hard penises." At the word 'dictate', they all broke into laughter at the schoolboy dirty play on words. One by one they pulled out chairs and sat down. I noticed KC was looking around the room at the boys' cocks and turning red. He rearranged his own cock in his swimsuit as it began to tent up the fabric. He excused himself and went into the living room. I nonchalantly followed him after a few minutes. He was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed to try and hide his now fully erect cock. "Is everything alright, KC?" "Oh, yes, Mr Henshaw. I just wanted to make room for everyone to have a chair and sit down." I didn't press the issue, as he seemed quite embarrassed by all the naked young men in my kitchen. All of the boys were fit with solid builds. Strong arms, muscular legs and flat stomachs. And, oh yes, above average teenage cocks. I have to admit, for a happily married heterosexual man (except for that one time in college) I was admiring the view. "Hey KC, get your skinny butt back in here. Everything will be eaten if you don't hurry," they all yelled. "Sounds like you're wanted in the kitchen, whether you have a seat or not." KC had time to calm himself down and went back into the kitchen. All the boys cheered and clapped and welcomed him back and thanked him for getting the snacks ready. Then they stuck up a 'Three Cheers' for me as well. One of the boys went to check on the dryer and the swimsuits were dry. He brought them back in each boy grabbed his and slid them on, pushing their semi erect cock back in place. KC turned red and started grabbing plates and glasses to clear the table. "I'll get that, KC." "Ok, I'll wait outside for you guys then." I pulled Brad to one side as the boys were leaving and asked him if he knew what was wrong with KC. He too had noticed he was even quieter today than usual but he didn't want to talk about what was bothering him. I told him that he said he had a fight with his father but nothing more. "I'll talk with him and see if I can get him to open up. He trusts me with things like this more than the other guys. "If there is anything I can do, let me know. He's a nice boy, as are all your friends and anything I can do to help him just let me know." "Thanks Uncle Bill, I know we can all count on you for anything." There were always different friends coming by the house with Brad so I didn't think anything about it when I hadn't seen KC for a few days. I asked Brad if he had talked to him and he said he didn't get a chance to before KC left. And it was odd that nobody had seen or talked to him since. "I hope he isn't hurt or something?" Brad commented with concern. "Maybe his father grounded him over what ever they were fighting about." "Yes, maybe. I'll stop by his house later today and see if I can find out what's going on. Right now we're all headed over to Tim's house. His cousins are visiting for the day and his mother invited us over for a cookout." "Nice. Have a good time but be sure and check on KC on your ways home." "I will, thanks." And he jogged down the driveway to the main road. I was alone for the day so I thought it would be a good opportunity to take a swim and then work on my all over tan. I went outside and took a quick shower, trying to reach my back with the soap as best I could when I heard a voice behind me. "Can I help you with that, Mr. Henshaw?" "KC! Where have you been? Are you all right? Is everything ok?" I inquired. I was so surprised to see him that I forgot I was completely nude. I had turned to face him and he immediately looked down at my crotch. His face turned red but he didn't stop staring at me. When I realized where he was looking, I started to chub up, somewhat embarrassed at doing so. "I'm fine. I just needed some time to myself. Do you want me to help you wash your back?" I felt I owed him that as he was actually starting a conversation and I didn't want to shut him down. "Yes that would be helpful. I was just getting cleaned up to go take a swim and some sunbathing." I handed him the soap and turned my back to him. He started washing my back, slowly and what I thought to be rather erotically. His small delicate hands running all over my back brought my cock to full attention. His hands traveled to my sides and then lower, to my ass cheeks. The feelings were getting the best of me but my self-control won out. As much as I was enjoying this cute teenager washing my body for me, it was not proper at all. I thanked him for helping and then without thinking, I turned around to let the water from the shower head rinse off the soap. KC inhaled sharply as he saw he stiff cock swing around as I did. "Dam, I'm sorry KC. I didn't mean to flash you. Let me get my towel and cover up." "No need, Mr Henshaw, I've seen the guys naked before." "Yes and you seemed embarrassed by it the other day. Your face is pretty red right now as well." I laughed to make light of the situation. I grabbed my towel and covered my self, the towel tenting out in front of me. "The boys have gone over to Tim's house for a cook out so I thought I'd take a swim. You can catch up with them there. His cousins are visiting and his mother is planning a full day of fun." "I know, Brad texted me but I didn't want to go so I just didn't reply. It was rude but I still needed some alone time. I hope you're not mad at me." "No, I completely understand alone time. That's why I'm going for a swim and relax." "You said we should never swim alone. Can I go with you or would that ruin your alone time?" "Of course not, KC. I'd be glad to have you come along. We can spend some alone time together." At the contradiction of that statement, KC burst out laughing. It was good to see him smile. "Just let me grab a swim suit and we'll head to the beach." "You don't really need one, Mr. Henshaw, I didn't bring one with me." He was embarrassed by the boys nudity the other day and now my nakedness today but wants to going skinny-dipping with me? I felt uneasy about this but KC seemed to be out of his slump and I didn't want to spoil it. "Ok, if you're sure you're comfortable with this." "I feel more comfortable with you than anyone else in the whole world." It made me feel good that I had his confidence like this so I put my arm around his should and headed to the beach. When we got there I went to the water's edge and turned to look at KC. "You ready?" "Yes," was his emphatic reply. He turned his back to me and dropped his shorts. He exposed the more beautiful bubble butt with firm cheeks and an ass crack that separated them to be round globes of teenage flesh. He kicked his shorts to one side and turned around. He was a true blond as his blond pubic hairs attested to. Sticking out of the mound of fine blond hair was a stiff cock that was a little more than average but looked huge considering his slim build. As he walked towards me at the water's edge, his cock was bobbing up and down and his ball sack was swinging side to side. He was very well developed for his age. My own cock immediately rose to the occasion of seeing this gorgeous specimen of young boy flesh coming towards me. When he got to me he reached out with both arms and embraced me. "Thank you for letting me come with you. This is so special." As he hugged me our cocks were pressing against each other, his against my thigh and mine against his stomach. He broke off the hug, took my hand in his and led me into the water. I still don't know why but I was putty in his hand and following his lead. The shy quiet KC had suddenly become the dominant persona of the two of us. We jumped into the surf and splashed and played like we were both ten-year-old kids. Every time my cock would start to soften, I catch a good look at him and it would stiffen right up again. He called me a dolphin and climber on my back for a ride. I felt his cock pressing into my back as I put my arms back to grab his legs and hold him tight as I dove into the incoming waves. He giggled and laughed like I've never heard him before. As he wiggled around on my back he commented maybe I wasn't a dolphin after all but a hump back whale. That comment brought me back to my senses of what we were doing. I didn't want to spoil his fun but I also didn't want to go any further than I should. "Maybe I'm a giant sea turtle and going to go bake in the sun on the beach." KC climbed off my back and splashed me playfully, banging on my back with his fist. "Yes, a giant sea turtle with a hard shell." We came out of the water and lay on the beach, still laughing to each other over the fun we had in the water. I glanced over to him lying beside me, his wet body covered in very fine blond hair, glistening in the warm sun. He was looking at me and smiling ear to ear. "That was so much fun," KC blurted out. "I haven't enjoy swimming like that in a long time." "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I had fun as well." KC picked up the sun tan lotion I had brought with me and rubbed some on his arms. Then he stood up, with his cock on display in all its glory. "Would you put some on my back, please?" "Turn around." I poured some in my hand and began to rub his back. His tender skin felt so good to my hands and the lotion made my fingers glide over his body. I rubbed the back of his neck and then down to the lower back. "Is that far enough, can you reach the rest?" I asked before I dare touch his delectable ass cheeks. He made a half-hearted effort to reach behind him and said I should do a little more. I put some more lotion on my hands and spread it on his cheeks, massaging them as I spread the oil. KC let out a quiet sigh and pushed his ass back slightly closer to me. I continued to massage his flesh and then run a finger up and down his ass crack. I came to my senses again and told him he could reach the rest by himself. He abruptly turned around to face me and stuck his stiff 6" cock right at me. "Please don't stop now. Just a little more lotion as I don't want to burn my sensitive areas." The sight of his beautiful young cock right in front of me, while I sitting there naked on the beach with my hands covered in sun tan oil just took hold of my mind. His dominance prevailed and I took his cock in my hands and began to slowly work back and forth on it spreading the oil as an excuse to stroke his cock in a slow and methodical hand job. KC threw his head back and started to pump his hips in rhythm to my strokes. My own cock was so hard it hurt but I didn't want to take a hand off him to satisfy my own needs. It was only a few minutes when KC started yelling "Yes, oh hell, yes!" and shot his load of sweet cum all over my face and chest. I stroked him a few more times but he was getting sensitive and giggled as he pulled away. "As I said, I haven't enjoyed myself like this in a long time." He reached down and gave me a kiss on the cheek, licking off the cum that had landed there. I came back to reality and said we needed to head back to the house. I headed up and KC went to retrieve his shorts. I was walking briskly and he was jogging to keep up. I got to the house and went right to the shower to wash off the salt and the sweat and the cum. As I was washing, KC caught up with me and grabbed the soap out of my hand. "Let me wash your back. Its all covered with sand," as he laid his young hands on me. Before I knew it he had the soap in his hands and was washing my back. I knew better but I was still horned up from the beach so I just closed my eyes and braced myself against the wall of the shower as his hands did their magic on my back. My already semi stiff cock popped up to full attention at his touch. His hands moved from the middle of my back around to my sides, running up to my arm pits and then down to the top of my thighs. He applied more pressure as he continued to run his hands up and down my body, Then one hand slid around and took hold of my rigid member. I let out a moan which only encouraged him to proceed. His other hand reached around the other side of me and gently massaged my balls. KC pulled himself closer to me and I felt his hardon poking my ass crack. I was visualizing his smooth young naked body up against my backside as he continued to give me a soapy handjob. It wasn't long before I shot my load, pumping my cock into his hand. If I hadn't been leaning against the shower wall my knees would have surely buckled and I would've fallen to the floor. I caught my breath and recovered my senses enough to know that as good as this felt, it was just plain wrong. I quickly rinsed off and grabbed my towel. As I turned to face him he had an ear to ear grin on his face. "Not bad, huh MR. Henshaw?" "KC, I appreciate what you just did but we can NEVER do this again, and you must not tell anyone about this. We could both get in a lot of trouble." Don't worry, it's our secret for sure. You have given me the best afternoon I've had in as long as I can remember. I wouldn't do anything to take that away from us." I wrapped my towel around me and hurried inside and said, "When I get dressed, we'll talk." I came out of the house several minutes later but KC was no where to be seen. I looked up the driveway and just caught a glimpse of him running off. I hoped I hadn't scared him or put him back in his sullen mood he had shaken for a while. I went back in the house and tried to take a nap but I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I was the innocent one here, he came on to me and practically molested me. But I'm the adult. I'm supposed to be in control, be the calming influence and not the victim of a 16-year-old predator. Whoa! I'm reading too much into this. It was just a teenager with raging hormones experimenting with someone he felt safe with. That's what I had to convince myself. Late in the afternoon I heard the screen door close downstairs. I jumped out of bed and ran down, thinking, or rather hoping it was KC coming back to talk. But when I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs it was Brad who had just come in. "Uncle Bill, I ran into KC on my way back from the party. I left early to see if I could find him. I went to his house but no one was home. He was walking down the main road like he was headed from here. Maybe he came looking for us. Anyway, we sat and talked about his problem. Uncle Bill, KC is gay and his father found out." As did I not too long ago. "He threw him out of the house and told him never to return. He's been sleeping in the woods the last few nights. His mother was in tears but didn't dare speak out against his father." "Dam it! How can a father do that to his son? Gay or not, KC is still the man's flesh and blood." "I know, that's what I told him. I told him you wouldn't throw out your kids if there came out as gay." "You're dam right. A person's sex life is their own business, no one else's." "That's right. I knew you'd agree with me on that. Um, but did you mean what you said about doing whatever you could to help KC with whatever his problem was?" "Of course I did. I like KC, just like all your friends here. Do you want me to talk to his father for him and see if I can straighten things out?" "No, his father is still really upset and that would only make matters worse I'm afraid. KC thinks so as well." "Well what can I do, anything, just name it?" "That's great Uncle Bill. I told him you'd be supportive. He needs a place to stay for a while and I told him he could stay here. I hope I wasn't out of line by not asking you first?" "Hell no, not at all. Tell him he is welcome in our house any time." Of course I want to help KC. No one should be turned out of their home and shunned by their father. But this could be awkward considering the afternoon KC and I just had. I hope he hadn't mentioned anything to Brad about it. Or want to engage in any more experimenting. I'll just have to deal with it if it comes up again (bad pun, sorry). "Awesome!" I knew you'd be ok with it. And you can tell him yourself. Come on in, KC" Brad yelled through the screen door. The door opened and in walked KC, looking down at the floor and shuffling his feet. He stood just inside the door and didn't say a word. "KC, I told Uncle Bill about your situation and he said you are welcome to stay with us until this gets resolved. You're being gay doesn't matter to him at all." Not entirely true, but Brad can think that for now. KC looked up from the floor and had that devilish grin back on his face. "Thank you Mr. Henshaw. That makes me feel much better." He came over and gave me a quick cordial hug, not like the erotic hugs of earlier. When he broke the hug, he took a step back and gave me a sly wink. Shit! What had I let myself get into? "And Uncle Bill, lets not let on to any of this to the rest of the guys. It will be our secret, ok?" Yes, it will be our secret about KC being gay. For sure we will! "Come on KC, let's go upstairs and get you settled in. You can sleep in my room or my sister's room while she's not here. Then we'll figure everything else out later." "If it's ok, I'll sleep in your sister's room so I'm not putting you out." "Not a problem either way." The two boys went bounding up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I went back into the kitchen and instead of getting a soda or a drink of water, I poured myself a shot of whiskey and pondered what will happen next. I was awoken at 2:00 AM by Brad. "Dad, hey Dad. Wake up," he said softly. "Huh, what, um, ya, I'm awake. What's the problem? Is there trouble?" "No, nothing like that. KC just wanted to talk to you for a minute and wanted me to come with him." KC came up to the side of my bed as I sat up. I didn't want to get out of bed completely as I usually sleep in the nude. KC looked down at the floor and kicked his feet against my bed. "I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Henshaw." "What's wrong, KC?" "Dad, I'm going back to bed while you and KC talk, ok?" "No, please Brad, I want you to stay if you don't mind. Nothing is really wrong, I was just lying awake thinking about how kind you and Brad have been to me to take me in like this and I just wanted to thank you again. I know it's late and I should have waited until morning, but I felt if I made absolutely sure you knew how I felt then I could get back to sleep." "You and Brad both know you can come to me any time, night or day with any concerns you have. You're welcome here as long as you want. And you're safe here, no one will bother you." KC leaned in and gave me a hug, quick and cordial. "Come on KC," Brad said as he turned to head out the door, "Let's all get back to bed and get some sleep." As KC backed away from my bed, he gave me a big smile and a wink. Then he skipped to the door and went back to his room. What the hell was the wink about? I'm only half awake so maybe I just imagined it. The boys were up when I came down stairs in the morning. Brad was at the stove cooking eggs, sausage and home fries and KC was setting the table and pouring juice and coffee. "What, no room service this morning?" I joked. "Oh, we're sorry Mr Henshaw, did you want breakfast in bed?" Again with the smile and the wink. I'm fully awake and I know I saw that one. After we ate, Brad went back upstairs to shower. While I was alone with KC I had to ask, "What was with that last night?" "I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you letting me stay here." "No, I meant the wink." "Oh, that. I just wanted Brad to be with me so he didn't think anything of me being in your bedroom in the middle of the night. I can be a very appreciative house guest you know." "Now look, KC" I was about to begin when Brad came down from the quickest shower on record. "We're off to the town beach to meet the guys, if that's ok." "Yes, go and have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do." I admonished them "Oh I know I wouldn't, Mr Henshaw." KC replied with his smirky grin. They were out the door in a flash as I was left to wonder about KC's last comment. There is a lot more to this young man than I originally thought. I sat back down to finish my coffee and was deep in thought when there was a knock on the door. Opening the door I was greeted by Frank Direnzo. "Good morning, Bill. Long time since I've visited." "Well, good morning Frank. Yes it has been a while. Please come in. Would you like a cup of coffee?" "No thanks, busy morning so just a quick visit I'm afraid." Frank Direnzo worked for the state department of children and families. Frank is a local and I have known him since he was a young boy. He was a regular at the youth center in town that my father helped build. When my sister and I were younger we would be bored on rainy days and wanting to get out of the house. My father felt a youth center in town would be a good idea so he proposed a plan to build one at the following town meeting. The town's people also thought it was a good idea but didn't think the budget could afford it. So my father started a fund raising campaign and promised to match it dollar for dollar. Enough money was raised to build a fantastic center with enough money left over to fund the operating costs for the first few years. When Frank was old enough he became the director of the youth center and stayed with it until he graduated the community college. He was great with the kids and always had an interesting and involved program planned. After college he applied to be a social worker with the state and the entire town supported him. "I'm afraid this is a business visit, not a social visit." "Oh, how so?" "I have reports of a young man who has been thrown out of his house. He had a fight with his father and has been staying on the streets. I believe he is a friend of your son's." "Really? I don't think Brad has said anything about this. What is the boy's name?" I lied about KC. As good and caring as Frank was I didn't want to see KC end up in the system. Frank would do what he could to help him but there was only so much he could do without getting in trouble from his superiors. "His name is Kevin Chambers. His mother is frantic but the father could care less about him. If you hear of anything, please call me right away." "I certainly will. I wouldn't want any young man to have to be living on the streets. He needs a safe and loving place to stay." Frank shook my hand and headed for the door but not before letting me know KC's mother's name and address in a casual way. "We'll have to get together soon and chat. I miss your mentoring and your funny stories. I always enjoy visiting with you and your Dad." "Yes, I'd like that. My door is always open to you. If there is anything else I can do to help you find this boy just let me know." And Frank was heading out of the door he turned his head, smiled at me and added, "Oh, and the young man usually goes by his initials, 'KC'." Frank was gone but he had read between the lines enough to know that KC was staying with us and was safe. He had officially investigated to see if the boy was here so he wasn't shirking his duty but he also had the boy's best interest at heart and didn't want to put him in the system any more than I did. I decided I was going to go and visit KC's mother and see what I could find out and somehow let her know her son was ok. I showered and headed over to the address that Frank had casually mentioned. There was no truck in the yard so I assumed the father was at work. I knocked on the door and was about to leave when it opened slightly. "Good morning. Mrs. Chambers?" "Yes. Good morning Mr Henshaw." "Oh, you know me?" "Everyone knows you and your family. What can I do for you?" "I had a visit from Frank Direnzo this morning and he told me your son is missing?" "I'm so embarrassed about all of this. I hope he didn't make a nuisance of himself. I'm told him not to bother anyone." "It was no bother at all. Frank was just doing his job and looking after the welfare of KC. I don't want to pry into your family problems but as a parent I felt I had to stop by and let you know that KC was ok and has found a temporary place to stay and is safe. I have to be discreet so I can't say where but I wanted to put your mind at ease." "Thank you so much Mr. Henshaw. As long as he is safe for now. Hopefully when and if my husband calms down we can get back to normal around here, whatever normal can be now. If I give you some of his clothes and personal things can you see that he will get them?" "Of course, that would be great. And I'm sure KC will take comfort knowing that his mother is concerned about him." She packed his athletic bag from school with some clothes and personal affects and handed it to me. "I've heard nice things about you and your family and often wondered about you. Now I know they must all be true," wiping a tear from her eyes. "It will all work out, it will just take some time." I headed back to my car with a heavy heart. A loving mother and an asshole father. What a conflicting home life. I went home and put the bag down in the kitchen while I poured another cup of coffee. I felt like I needed something stronger but it wasn't even mid morning yet. Too early. As I was sipping my coffee, KC came in the kitchen door, smiling when he saw me sitting there. "What are you doing home so soon. I thought you guys were all going to the beach." "We did, but I told them I was tired from not sleeping well last night and wanted to come back for a nap. Actually I came back because I was hoping you'd be here alone." "I am but we have to talk about what happened yesterday. It was fun but it's not . . ." I stopped in mid sentence when I noticed KC saw his athletic bag on the floor and his face turned from smile to a look of horror and despair. "What, how, . . . where did that come from?" KC asked as his eyes welled up with tears. I told him about Frank's visit and that I went to visit his mother and she sent the bag with some of his things. He went over to it and knelt on the floor next to it, just touching it with both hands without opening it. The tears began to flow as he cried so hard his whole body was shaking. I went over to him and put my hands on his shoulders. "Your mother is very sweet and was concerned about you. I told you were ok but not where you were staying. She knows you are with us so she sent this along. We talked for a while and we both agree that this will work out for you in time." "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" With that proclamation KC stood up and turned around and hugged me tightly. I held him in my arms and rubbed my back to try and console him. "Why can't he be more like you? Why can't he love me?" "I'm sure he does, in his own way. But finding out your gay was a big shock to him and he needs to adjust to that and realize that you are still the same son he has always loved." KC inhaled a few deep breaths and let out a long sigh. "I hope you're right. I'm really am tired, though. Would you go upstairs with me and tuck me in bed?" "Of course." We went upstairs and into my niece's room. I sat on the edge of the bed while KC took off his clothes. I didn't expect that but couldn't help but stare as he disrobed and revealed his tight slender teenage body. When he dropped his shorts he bent over to pick them off the floor and spread his legs slightly to give me a prefect view of his pink hairless hole nestled between those round firm cheeks of his bubble butt. As much as the view was making me start to chub up a little I had to get control of my mind and stop thinking about him in a sexual way. KC turned to come over to the bed and I saw his tender cock swinging side to side as he walked. He was completely soft so I felt better know this would be a non-sexual moment. He walked up to me and hugged me again thanking me for everything. He straddled my left leg as he hugged me. I swear I could feel his cock start to get aroused. His head was nest to mine as he hugged me and turned it to give me a kiss on the neck. My cock responded by stiffening up a little more, no matter how much I tried to stop it. He pushed his leg into my crotch and feeling the stiffness in my pants, he also chubbed up some more. He whispered in my ear, "Would you please lay down with me until I fall asleep? Please?" I pulled him back from me and looked at his face. No smirk, no wink, just a blank look on his face like a lost soul looking for refuge. I didn't want to deny him some comfort but I also didn't want things to get sexual. "Sure I will. But just until you fall asleep." I pulled back the covers and KC climbed over me to get into the bed. I started to pull the covers back over him to cover his naked body. As I did I noticed his cock was now almost fully erect. "No, I want you to get in with me and hold me. I want to know you're not going to leave me alone." Against my better judgement I agreed. I lay next to him and pulled the covers over both of us. As soon as my head hit the pillow, KC snuggled up against me, his cock pressed against my thigh. My cock was now getting uncomfortable in my shorts so I had to rearrange things down below. "Let me help you get comfortable, Mr Henshaw," KC whispered as he slid his hand inside my shorts and took hold of my cock to move it in a better position. "Is that better?" "Yes, that's fine, thank you," I replied back and tried to pull his hand away from my crotch. He resisted my attempts and between me pulling on his hand and him pulling back he was actually slowly jerking me off. "I've got this, you can let go now." As much as I knew better than to let this continue, it felt so good I slowly removed my hand and let him continue to stroke my cock. He pulled my shirt up and encouraged me to remove it. I pulled it over my head and lay back down on the pillow. KC moved his head over and started to kiss and lick my nipples. I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him over closer to me, rubbing his back and getting so aroused by his attention I lost all control. I reached down and pulled my shorts down so he had complete access to my rock hard cock. He took his hand off my cock and pulled my shorts complete off me before returning to my cock. He rubbed his finger around the tip, smearing my precum around then took his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmm, you taste so nice." I tried to reach around to get to his cock but he just whispered "Not yet" and moved tighter to my leg preventing my hand from getting a hold of him. He switched hands on my cock so he could fondle my balls with his other hand. He mouth moved from nipple to nipple then up to kiss and nibble on my neck then back to my nipples. I never would have imagined they were so sensitive. Or maybe it was just the fact that this hot 16-year-old naked boy was giving them some attention. He suddenly sat up and threw back the covers. "I have to go pee. Please don't move, I'll be right back." I had no intention of moving but knew that I should. He ran from the room and into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and he was back as quickly as he left. He climbed back on the bed and straddled me with one leg on either side of my thighs, his cock leaving a wet spot on my stomach from his precum. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue penetrating my mouth. I reached down and took hold of his cock, gripping it firmly. He moaned as we were still kissing then broke the kiss and said, "This is so hot. I'm all yours." Not knowing exactly what he meant, he reached back and guided my cock to his hole. To my surprise he had applied lots of lube to it when he went to the bathroom. He lowered himself onto my cock before I could react. He let out a low whimper as my cock burrowed into him and he let his weight force himself down on me. Once he was fully impaled, he wiggled around a little side to side. "This feels so much better than I had imagined. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am." My gawd, it was so hot. It was pure ecstasy. His ass was gripping my cock like nothing I've ever felt. He started to rock back and forth on my rock hard cock as I held tightly onto his. I began to stroke him and he cautioned me he wouldn't last long if I kept it up. "And you think I'm going to last all day with you riding me like a cowboy?" My cock hit his sweet spot and a small amount of cum oozed from his tip. I wiped it up with my finger and brought it to my mouth. The salty taste of his cum pushed me closer to the edge so I told him to slow down. Instead he sped up and pushed down harder making me go deeper in him. I countered by grabbing his hips and pulling him down as I thrust up into him. I could feel the onslaught of cum ready to flow from me when he yelled out, "Oh fuck yeah! I'm cumming!" as he shot spasm after spasm of cum all over my stomach reaching his orgasm without me even touching his cock, just rubbing against his prostrate with my cock in his ass. That was too much for me and I let my load go, my cock pulsing in his ass. He just settled back on my cock when I was done and smiled down at me. "I think I'm ready for a nap now." "Ok, but we better get cleaned up first. I don't want anyone to find me covered in your cum. They might wondered what we were doing." "No, they'd know what we were doing." KC laughed and rolled off of me, some of my cum dribbling out of his hole and onto my leg. As I got out of bed I was once again hit with feelings of remorse, contentment, satisfaction and guilt all at the same time. But I also felt used again as this what not anything I ever intended to do. KC was clever and mature beyond his years all right. He knew exactly how to manipulate me and that's not something many people can do. I came to the realization that I had become his own personal sex toy with no self-control to stop myself when he came after me. We passed in the hallway as he was returning to the bedroom and I was headed to clean myself off. "Sweet dreams, lover boy," he called after me. "Yes, get some rest." Was I letting him do this because it felt so dam good or was I just placating him because of his situation and his depression about it? Guess what? Don't know, don't care. Just enjoying his hot body and the forbidden sex we're having. I was cleaning the kitchen and getting ready to make a sandwich for lunch when Brad came in. "Hey Uncle Bill, is KC here?" "Yes, he came in a while ago and said he was tired and going to take a nap." "I'm sorry he is hanging around the house so much. I didn't realize this was going to be that way when I asked you to take him in. I don't want him to be a bother for you." "Nonsense. He is a friend who needs our help. I really don't mind him around. He's good company." (And he's hot in bed I thought to myself) "Ok but if it becomes a problem some of the other guys said he can stay with them as well. Sort of take turns. We all had an idea he is gay and it doesn't bother any of us. He's just KC to us." "That's very nice of you boys to offer but I think the last thing he wants right know is to be passed around as unwanted baggage to whom ever will take him. He needs some stability until we can figure out what to do. (and I didn't want my hot little teenager leaving the house) Come the end of the summer we won't be here anymore. And next week your mother and father and sister will be here instead of me." As I said that I panicked at the thought of KC trying to molest my brother-in-law the same way he did me. I know Richard wouldn't stand for it. "I know, I've already talked to Mom about KC being here and she has no problem with it. And Dad might not even be here. He has some big business thing that came up and he might have to fly to London for several weeks." "Lets just play it by ear and figure out what's best for KC as we go along." "Ok, thanks Uncle Bill. You're the greatest!" The rest of the week was uneventful and KC was spending more time with the boys than at home. I think he was not as depressed and could behave like a normal teenager again. I sort of missed the sex but it was all for the best. My sister called on Friday to tell me that she and her husband and Brad and their daughter were going to London for several weeks and they wouldn't be coming to the Salt Water Marsh. Normally no big deal but she was concerned about what would happen with KC. I told her not to worry, I'd take care of it and for them to enjoy their trip. I called my wife to tell her of the change in plans and see if she could switch her vacation weeks to come out next week. She couldn't but she understood if I had to stay and keep an eye on KC. Brad didn't know about the trip but was excited. He offered to stay home so he could stay with KC but I told him there was no way I was going to allow him to miss this trip. His parents were coming out Saturday to spend the day and then home to pack. KC came downstairs mid afternoon looking for something to eat. He was sullen and quiet when he saw Brad was home. "The beach party break up early?" KC inquired. "It wasn't much of a party without you, KC. All the guys missed you," Brad replied trying to cheer him up. "You'll have to take my place next week. I just found out I'm going to London for a couple of weeks with my family." KC's face lite up at Brad news, I assumed happy for him that he was going on a trip to England. "That's awesome Brad. Bring me back a souvenir, will you?" "Of course I will. And you make sure the guys or Uncle Bill don't get into any trouble." "No worries, I'll take good care of Uncle Bill." KC said turning and winking at me with his 'you're going to be molested again' smirk. On Saturday we had a barbecue on our beach front with myself, my sister and her family and Brad's friends, and of course KC. It was a great day of fun and food. We had a campfire when it started to get dark and toasted marshmallows. It was more like the end of the summer instead of the beginning. My sister and her family left, the boys all said good bye to Brad and KC and I headed back to the house. "Looks like it's just you and me for a while, KC." "Yes, isn't it wonderful?" "It can be but you have to behave yourself. Limit yourself to jerking off in your room, ok?" "Yes, I'll behave." KC said good night and went to his room. I said good night and turned in as well, sleeping in the nude as usual. I awoke in the middle of the night to the feel of someone spooning against my backside. It was KC. I could feel his stiff cock against my ass and his right arm over my body. I was tired and didn't want to get into another round with him, either fighting or sexual, so I just went back to sleep. In the morning I awoke on my back with him half on top of me, his arm over my chest and one leg over mine. His leg was against my cock and his cock on my thigh. He looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning sleepy head." "Good morning, KC. Why are you in my bed?" "I was lonesome last night and I didn't want to wake you so I didn't think you'd mind if I just got in bed with you." "Remember what I said about no sexual play between us?" "Yes. And I'm not playing . . . yet." "Let's keep it that way," I admonished him and got out of bed. I put on my shorts and told him I'd be downstairs getting breakfast ready. KC came downstairs a few minutes later, still completely naked. "Forget your clothes, young man?" "Nope, didn't forget a thing. Today is 'Naked Sunday'." "Must be a new holiday I'm not familiar with." "Everyday is naked day now that it's just you and I." "Maybe not. Supposed Frank from the state came by and found the two of us naked together. Then what?" "Hmmm, hadn't thought of that." KC bolted up the stairs and returned a few minutes later with a T-shirt and shorts, putting them on the kitchen table. "There, now if anyone shows up I can get dressed quickly. And you can do the same," as he came over and yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I gave in and kicked my shorts off and put them on the table next to his clothes. I sat down to drink my coffee. KC went over to the cabinet to get a glass for some milk. The morning sun was beaming in the window and shining on his perfect bubble ass. It was as if Mother Nature was shining a spotlight on it to make sure I could enjoy the view. He stretched up to get a glass off the top shelf and it made his backside taunt. I was just frozen looking at this beautiful specimen standing naked in my kitchen. He must have sensed my stillness and turned his head to me. "Enjoying the view?" "I shouldn't admit it but yes I am. You have a beautiful body." I was shocked at what I had just said out loud. "Glad you're enjoying it. It's all yours to look at and enjoy yourself with." I felt my cock start to chub up and looked down at my coffee cup to take another sip and look away from KC. He turned around at the counter to face me. "Do you like this view better?" as he stood there with his cock at full erection. I gazed at him, feeling my manhood rise to it's fullest. KC put the glass on the counter and came over to me, sliding my chair away from the table. "I think I want something else to drink this morning," getting between my legs and just put his mouth over my cock. He massaged my thighs with both hands while just holding me in his mouth. I put my hands on the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair then gripped the sides of his head and began moving him up and down on me. His hands moved to my ass and tried to grab my cheeks but the chair seat was blocking him so he moved back to my thighs. He moved one hand to my balls and played with them while I face fucked him. I threw my head back and felt a warm breeze blowing in the open window. It was a beautiful summer morning and I was getting a blowjob from this gorgeous teenage Adonis. I looked down over his head to his smooth back, fading into his ass. His cheeks stood out just slightly and invited me to try and reach them but I couldn't from the position I was in. I certainly wasn't going to change the position I was in so his butt would have to wait until later for some attention. I stretched my legs out and placed them on either side of KC then pulled them inward to give him a leg hug. The skin on skin contact gave me an incredible rush. I turned my feet inward and wiggled them against his ass. He let out a moan as he was sucking me and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. KC plunged his mouth deep onto me and just held it there. He swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock and that total immersion into him pushed me over the edge. I wanted to stay as deep as I could so I just flexed my ass muscles to jerk my cock ever so slightly into his throat as I unloaded my morning cum. KC stayed on me until my cock started to soften slowly, then stood up in front of me. "The real 'breakfast of champions'!" he exclaimed. Then leaned in and kissed me, my cum still in the corners of his mouth. "Your are a champion cocksucker, no doubt about that." "I'm going to go take a shower and clean up. Want to join me?" "No thanks, I need to recuperate from that first." "Ok, suit yourself. I'll be back in a little while." As I watched him walk away he swung his ass from side to side, "Are you sure you don't want a piece of this in the shower?" "No, you go ahead. Maybe later." 'Maybe later'?? Was I actually accepting the fact that I was going to be his willing sex toy? Or was I just stalling him until later? No, I was really looking forward to playing with him again, maybe fucking his tender hole again. KC came back to the kitchen about a half an hour later, looking sad and depressed again. "You know, I really didn't mean what I said yesterday." "You didn't mean what?" "I didn't mean that I hated my father. I just hate what he's doing now. I love him and we used to have so much fun together. We'd go fishing all the time and he'd let me help him work on his truck. His truck is really special to him and he won't let a mechanic work on it, only him. So when he asked me to help him I knew it was something special. When I was really young he put me on his shoulders at the Fourth of July parade so I could see over everyone. Then he'd let me stay up there as we walked home. I felt like the king of the world sitting up there. And then when we got close to the house he would break into a run so we could always beat my mother to the house." "Just as you still love him I'm sure your father still loves you. He's just confused and scared right now about you're coming out to him." "I didn't plan to come out to him, I would never have done that. He came into my room and saw me looking at gay porn on my computer and jerking off. I couldn't lie to him so that's when I told him. He flew into a rage and threw me out right then and there. My mother was crying and yelling for him to stop but she always ends up giving in to him." "It will take some time for him to get used to this but I'm confident his love for you is stronger than his gay phobia. We'll just wait it out together. So, what do you want to do today?" "Anything . . . as long as I do it with you. You make me feel safe and wanted," he said as he hugged me. "And you're not half bed in bed either!" with a wink and a smirk. The rest of the week went pretty much the same. We spend most of our day naked around the house and on the beach, with the daily or sometimes twice daily blowjobs. I hadn't pressed to fuck him again as much as I now wanted to. But the first time was his idea and I wanted it to be his idea again. That all changed on Friday. It was a cold and rainy day so we stayed inside all day. Mid afternoon KC suggested we go upstairs and get under the covers to warm up, not that putting clothes on might be an option. We got under the covers and snuggled and kissed and fondled each other, our arousal getting hotter and hotter. I was about to lower myself to suck his cock when he said he had a better idea. "Let me get some lube," as he ran off to the bathroom. My cock got rock hard in anticipation of him sliding onto my cock again. When he returned he asked me to roll over on my stomach. I was puzzled but followed his directions as I have been doing. He straddled my legs and spread some lube on his fingers then pulled open my cheeks and smeared it up and down my ass crack. He stopped at my hole and wiggled his finger around to coat it with the lube and then pressed against it until one finger when inside me. "What the hell are you doing, KC?" I demanded to know. "Remember when you fucked my ass and you made me cum by just hitting my prostate? It felt awesome! I just want to see if I can massage your sweet spot the same way. If I can, I know you'll enjoy it." The finger he had in my ass did feel good. So why not let him see if he could do this. "Ok, but be gentle back there. That's virgin territory." "Don't worry, I want to pleasure you not hurt you." He continued to push on his finger and sure enough he found my sweet spot. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah, that does feel fantastic." "See, I told you you'd enjoy it. Now for twice as much pleasure," as he pushed a second finger in me. "Ouch, that's doesn't feel so great, go back to one finger," as I winced in pain. "Just give it a moment and you'll get used to it, I promise." He was gentle and sure enough, it did feel better once I had relaxed. He was pushing his fingers in and out and going deeper on each stroke, sometimes hitting my sweet spot, sometimes not. But it felt great. "I need to apply more lube, hold on a minute," as he pulled his fingers out of my ass and sat back on my legs. I felt an emptiness and wiggled my ass side to side. "Hurry up, I'm getting lonely back there." "No problem, here I come," as he leaned forward again but this time pressed his cock against my hole instead of his fingers. He held his cock firmly in his hand as he pushed against me trying to make good use of the stretching he had done with his fingers. "What the hell! I'm not looking to get fucked. You cock is way too big for my ass, any cock would be. If you want to finger me that's fine but no fucking." I protested. But all to no avail. KC knew he had me at his mercy and he pressed forward (pun intended). The tip of his cock penetrated the first part of my anus, hurting like a son of a bitch. He just stayed still and told me it would feel better once I relaxed. After a few minutes he told me to push out like I was trying to take a dump. As usual I followed his commands and did as he said. As I pushed out he pushed against me and his cock went past the second muscle. He was now inside me for real. He pushed slowly until he was balls deep in me, rubbing my shoulders and my back and reassuring me it would feel good very soon. He began to rock slowly back and forth as he sat on my legs once he had felt me loosen up. He was right, it was starting to feel better, good actually. He fell forward to lie on my back as his speed and force of his thrusts increased. He was hitting my sweet spot with every second or third thrust and I moaned with pleasure every time. He kissed my neck and I tried to turn my head to kiss him on the mouth but it was a position that just wouldn't work. So I put my head in the pillow and just enjoy his stiff rod in my ass. As I felt my cock twitch from his thrusts against my prostrate I pushed back against him and found a position where he hit it every time. Between staggered breaths I told him he was going to make me cum. He pumped me faster and harder and as deep as he could and sure enough, he made me cum without touching myself. He felt my ass muscles tighten around his cock as I had my orgasm and that tightness pushed him over the edge. He filled me with his sperm and I lay there in pure bliss and exhaustion. He lay on top of me for a few minutes then rolled off. "That's what we can do on a rainy day. Did you enjoy it?" "Fuck yeah!. I hope it rains everyday for the rest of the summer," as I rolled my head and kissed KC on the mouth. "From what I understand, it can be done on sunny days as well." "And moonlit nights? Or moonless nights?" "Or any dam time we're in the mood." We both laughed and we lay there naked, exhausted and satisfied from some great sex. I thought about my new activities. I had gotten a blowjob, given a blowjob, fucked a young man and now been fucked by him. Pretty impressive week I'd say. Especially for a happily married heterosexual middle aged family guy. My wife was asked to break in a new employee at work. It cut into her vacation time at the Salt March but she was promised a full month of vacation at the beginning of the next year in exchange for her time this summer. Her boss knew how special the summer vacation was to her. So he threw in cruise tickets for two as well. We talked about it and decided she should take his offer. Another side benefit was it gave me more time alone with KC. I was really starting to enjoy playing with this little horn dog. He had opened up a whole new part of my life and I was liking it. The end of the summer was approaching and I had to come up with a solution to KC's homelessness. I was washing dishes at the kitchen sink when I saw Frank walking down the driveway. Fortunately KC was upstairs taking a shower then returning some emails from Brad. "Good morning Frank. What brings you around? Social or business?" Morning, Bill. Business again, I'm afraid. Let me be honest with you. I know Kevin is staying with you and has been all summer. And that's fine. I know he is in good hands here. But his mother called the department yesterday to follow up and see how Kevin was doing with you. My boss took the call and is furious that I didn't let him know what was going on. He told me to either get the family united again or bring the boy into foster care." "Oh dam, I never wanted to get you in any trouble, Frank." "I know, it's my own fault for letting it go this long. And you will be leaving the Cape soon so we have to figure out something. My boss said to do what ever it takes to try and get Kevin back in his home." "It's his father who is the problem. KC, I mean Kevin, told me he still loves his father and enjoyed fishing with him and working on his truck and watching the 4th of July parade on his shoulders. KC would go home in a New York minute if his father would take him." "Let me think about this and I'll be back tomorrow and talk to Kevin and see what we can work out. I reassured his mother we would do what ever we can to make this right for her family." "Ok, see you tomorrow morning. I'll have the coffee on." Frank left and KC came around the corner looking out at Frank and looking scared. "Am I going to have to go into foster care, Uncle Bill? I've heard horror stories about normal kids that have gone there and what's happened to them. I can only imagine what would happen to a gay kid like me." Tears started to flow down his cheeks. "No, KC, you're dam sure not going into foster care. As a lawyer I've come up with some pretty unique solutions to some seemingly insurmountable problems. Frank and I are going to put our heads together tomorrow and see what we can do. But I promise you you'll be safe and protected no matter what." KC ran to me and gave me a hard and long hug, not the 'lets have sex hug' but the 'please protect me and keep me safe' kind of hug. The next morning Frank showed up right on time. He had spoken with KC's mother again to tell her we were working on her situation. "Bill, remember about eight years ago when little Mark Jenson fell through the ice on Higgins Pond and drown?" "Yes. It was during the winter so we were off Cape but we went to the funeral. It was brutal. Losing a child like that can be so traumatic. I remember the Jenson's moved down South six months later." "It was tragic. Mark and Kevin were best friends and Kevin's father and Mark's father were good friends as well. Kevin's mother told me her husband took the death almost as hard as the boy's father. He became very protective of Kevin, over protective she said. But he did it in a way that Kevin never knew. He didn't want to upset him but also wanted to protect him from all the dangers of every day life. That's why he overreacted when he found out Kevin was gay. He felt Kevin would surely gets AIDS and die a slow and horrible death that he couldn't prevent." "So instead of counciling KC to teach him the dangers of gay sex to maybe save his life, he turns the boy out of his house and throws him on the streets? Is there any logic to that?" "No, but who ever said people are always logical when their feelings get the best of them. (Like having sex with a teenage boy that could get me disbarred, divorced and in jail? No, I never know anyone to let their emotions beat out logic.) "Ok. Your boss said what ever it takes so I think its time we confront his parents and see if we can get some logic back in their thinking. Let me come up with some ideas and we'll meet tomorrow" "Great. I knew I could count on you, as involved as you are already. See you tomorrow." KC was hiding around the corner again and heard our whole conversation. "Dad thinks I'm going to die so he kicks me out of the house so he won't have to be there when I die? What the hell?" "He's scared for you and sometimes fear makes us do things we wouldn't ordinarily do. But Frank and I are going to talk to your parents and see if we can straighten this out." Frank showed up the next morning and we brain stormed some ideas. We finally came up with a script of how we would approach his father with logic and reason instead of raw emotion. Frank showed up on Saturday morning but our plans had changed. "I hope you'll still come with me, I have to go inform his parents that Kevin was found hanging from a tree over at Higgins Pond. Apparently he committed suicide last night." "This won't be easy but I'll come along for support." We arrived at the Chambers house right after 9:00. Mrs. Chambers answered the door. "Mrs. Chambers, I'm Frank Direnzo from the Department of Children and Families. You know Mr. Henshaw. Is your husband at home?" KC's father walked up behind his wife and asked what was going on. Frank introduced himself again. "If this is about that faggot Kevin, I don't had a son anymore." Losing his composure, Frank responded, "You're right, you don't! I'm here to tell you Kevin committed suicide and hung himself over at Higgins Pond last night! You have to come with us to the funeral home and identify the body." Kevin's mother screamed, clutched her chest and fell to the flooring crying and yelling "No, no, no, not my little boy!" Tears started streaming down his father's face as he reached down to try and help his wife to her feet. "Come, let's go to the funeral home so we can identify Kevin's body and I can finish the paperwork," Frank ordered, rather cold and impassionate. I was taken aback but stepped in to help steady Mrs. Chambers as we walked to Frank's car. "I'll drive," he ordered. We arrived at the funeral home and were greeted by the owner, Mr Vincent. He escorted us downstairs to the morgue and stood us in front of the viewing window. He asked if we were ready and when Mrs. Chambers nodded yes, he opened the curtains to reveal Kevin lying on the stainless steel table with a sheet covering up to his shoulders. Mrs. Chambers broke down again as Frank and I both held her arms to steady her. We led her to a chair and sat her down. Mr. Chambers was just staring through the window with both his hands raised up and leaning on the glass. "Oh my God, what have I done to my boy! I tried so hard to protect him and keep him safe and now I've driven him to this! I'm the one who should be in there on that slab, not him. He's too young and too precious to die like this. How could I be such a jerk." I left Frank to console Mrs. Chambers and went over to her husband. I put my hand on his shoulder and using all my skills as a trial lawyer I tried to console him. "Turning Kevin out may have been a mistake on your part but we all make mistakes. That's what makes us human. No one is perfect." "Yes, but I drove my son to kill himself! He'll never know how much I really loved him and how much I'll miss him. I don't know how I can go on with my own life." "We all find a way. When we make a mistake, no matter how serious, we all get a second chance to make things right. You'd give Kevin another change wouldn't you?" Of course I would. I don't care if he's gay or straight or whatever. I'd give anything to have him alive and with me but that's not possible now. My son won't get a second chance." "I think you deserve a second chance, Mr Chambers, don't you?" "No, I deserve to be put in the ground right next to him so at least we could be together in death." "Oh that's kind of harsh." I turned to Mrs. Chambers and Frank, "What do you two think, does this man deserve a second chance with his son?" He turned and looked at the two of them as they smiled back towards him. "What are you people nuts. Our son is dead and there are no second chances. I would give anything to have him back but it's not going to happen. He's dead. He's gone. It's too late!" "Not for you, Mr. Chambers.' I smiled at him and then walked over to the door next to the viewing window. I opened the door, took a half step in and said, "What do you think, KC, does your father deserve a second chance?" KC walked out of the door, faced his father and answered, "I love you, Dad." "What! How! Jesus, what's going on?" he yelled as tears flowed down his face and KC's face. "We're sorry we tricked you but we just wanted you to realize how much you really loved your son and how much you'd miss him if he really was gone for good. He wants to give you a second chance if you're willing to give him a second chance." KC's father grabbed him and hugged him cover him with parental kisses. "This day is even better than the day you were born. You've been reborn." He turned and outstretched his arm to his wife to bring her into the family hug. I'll admit that Frank and I also teared up a little seeing our plan working and the family united again. "Come on, let me give you all a ride back home." Frank offered. When we got outside, Mr Chambers stopped and turned to KC. "I have a better idea. Kevin, how about a ride on my shoulders? Remember when I used to do that at the parades?" "I sure do Dad. But are you sure I'm not to big for you now?" "No way, you'll always be my little boy and I'll carry your weight on my shoulders any time you need me to." With that Mr. Chambers knelt down and KC got up on his shoulders. He rose back up and smiled as he said, "This is the way it's going to be from now on. See the rest of you at the house." And off they went, smiling and laughing like this summer had never happened. Epilogue The following summer life got back to normal. Brad and I open the house the first week of summer and my sister's family and my family alternated our weeks at the Salt Water Marsh. KC had become more outgoing and was no longer the shy boy of last summer. The same group of boys would come around and engage in the same activities and horse play. This was their last summer before headed off to college so they wanted to make the best of it as they knew things would change as they are getting older and their life's would take different paths. Frank got a promotion for his work with KC. He never told his boss how we had arranged his 'death' with the local funeral home owner who owed me a favor. Or how KC's mother was in on it and really played her part perfectly. KC would come by the house with the guys and sometimes on his own. We would talk about his family and how he was doing now that he had come out to his family and friends. His friends were all like, "Yeah, tell us something we don't know." Sometimes we underestimate our youth. There was never anymore sexual play between KC and I, which put me at ease with him. We became best friends instead of lovers. KC had started cutting lawns on the side to make some money. It was going really well for him. When his Dad got laid off the following year, the two of them teamed up to form a landscaping company. I'm not sure whose idea it was but to differentiate themselves from all the other landscaping businesses on the Cape, they named their business "KC and Dad Landscaping." And so closes another chapter in life of the Salt Water Marsh on Cape Cod. Ah, such fond memories.