Uncaged

By Wes Leigh featuring the contributions of Rob the Scribe

 

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Chapter Twenty

 

Later that day, as the sun was creeping toward the horizon, Roderyk and RJ walked down to the lake together to talk. They found a grassy spot on the shore and sat down next to each other.

Roderyk wasn't sure where to begin, but he felt the burden of opening up first, so he took a deep breath and said, "I need to admit something to you, RJ."

RJ glanced at Roderyk, nervous but also excited. "What's that?"

Roderyk swallowed hard, refusing to meet RJ's eyes, and said, "I have strong feelings for you." He blew out his breath. "This is so hard for me to say."

RJ took Roderyk's hand and gripped it tight. "I have strong feelings for you, too. I think we have the same feelings. At least, I hope we do."

Roderyk finally turned to face RJ. "RJ, I know I shouldn't feel this way. I'm so much older than you—"

RJ put a finger on Roderyk's lips to silence him. "That isn't important, so please don't talk about how old you are and how young I am. Just tell me how you feel about me. That's all I want to know."

Roderyk jumped to his feet and began pacing back and forth. "RJ, when I look at you ..." He paused and started over. "When I think about us ..." He stopped again.

RJ stood up and positioned himself in front of Roderyk, grabbing both of his hands. Then RJ looked up at Roderyk and whispered, "I love you, Roderyk. I have for a while now. You make me feel safe, but you also make me feel excited. I don't know everything that love is and I've never had sex before, but I want you to love me and have sex with me. I want you to teach me what both of those are like. I want you to show me how two people love each other, but I also want you to show me all the things gay men do for each other in bed." RJ paused and studied Roderyk carefully, then said, "There. I went first. Now you can tell me how you feel about me."

Roderyk pulled his hands out of RJ's grip and wrapped RJ in his arms, lifting the boy off the ground and hugging him tight. RJ returned the hug, knowing that it was the answer he had hoped to hear.

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Auntie and Rachel finished washing the dishes, drying them, and putting them back in the cabinets. Then they took glasses of sweet tea out onto the porch, where they sat next to each other in rocking chairs, enjoying the cool breeze blowing up from the lake.

"The boys have been gone a while," Rachel said.

"Yep," Auntie replied. "Probably had a lot to work out between them."

Rachel sipped her tea. "Should we do anything?"

"Nothing to do," Auntie replied, pausing her rocking to wave away a fly that was pestering her. "They'll figure this out eventually."

Rachel took another sip of tea, thinking about what Auntie had just said. "I suppose you're right."

Auntie started rocking again. "Been on this good Earth for a few years, I have, and I've learned that there ain't much you can do to help folks figure out something that only they can decide for themselves. Don't let RJ's age fool you none. He may be thirteen, but he's a man. He knows what he's doin'."

Rachel sighed.

Both women paused their conversation when they saw Roderyk and RJ walking slowly up the path from the lake. They were holding hands, talking softly, and their voices were gentle and loving.

"Appears they worked it out," Auntie muttered.

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Roderyk stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. It was one thing to talk about love in the light of day, but in the night, when your mind won't allow you to sleep, doubts creep in and your heart begins to pound with anxiety. Every lover he'd ever had before had left him ... Hans ... Tym ... Dominik. Was it Roderyk's destiny to fall in love and then lose the one he loved forever? If so, he couldn't fall in love with RJ. He couldn't lose another lover and have his heart destroyed again.

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RJ stared at the ceiling, too excited to sleep. His heart pounded with anticipation. It was only a matter of finding the right time and place now. Roderyk was going to be his lover. Soon. RJ slid his hand inside his underwear and squeezed himself, knowing it wouldn't be long before it would be Roderyk's hand in place of his own.

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Roderyk slid his hand inside his underwear and grasped his hard shaft, squeezing it, begging it to stop throbbing. All his life, he'd locked these desires away. Now, somehow, these desires had broken free and taken over his life. When had it happened? When had a thirteen-year-old boy become his obsession? And why couldn't he stop thinking about ways he wanted to love that boy? His cock throbbed and he felt a drop of precum on the tip. He yanked his hand out of his underwear, shocked at the direction of his thoughts. Rolling over, he stared out the window at the moonlit yard, desperately trying to think of something, anything, else.

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RJ's dick throbbed. A tiny drop of precum squirted out. He yanked his hand out of his underwear and rolled onto his side, grinning. He didn't want to cum. Not yet. And thinking about his muscular boyfriend was making him hornier and hornier. He knew what would happen if he had his hand down there while thinking about Roderyk! The same thing that had happened the night before. A gooey mess! And RJ had decided no more gooey messes unless it was Roderyk's hand that did it. Roderyk's big, strong hand. RJ held his own hand out and stared at it. A single ray of moonlight made the drop of precum on his fingertip glisten and sparkle.

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Roderyk stared at the drop of precum on his finger, shining in the moonlight, challenging him to accept the inevitable. His body tingled from head to toe whenever he thought about the boy sleeping two rooms over, the boy who made his heart pound, the boy who gave him a throbbing erection every time he leapt into his arms and hugged him around the neck. He really should stop it there, with hugs only. Hugs. Secret boners. And nothing more. But he didn't want it to stop there. Roderyk got out of bed and went to stand at the window, looking out into the night.

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RJ sat up and climbed out of bed. He walked to the window and leaned his forehead against the glass. He wanted so much more from Roderyk. At first, he'd dreamed of Roderyk's strong arms holding him and protecting him, but now he wanted those arms hugging him tight and pressing their bodies together. He wanted to feel Roderyk's hard body pushing up against him and Roderyk's hands sliding over him. RJ giggled. He wanted to feel Roderyk's boner poking him. What would it be like if they hugged without underwear and their boners were touching? RJ shivered. That would be incredible.

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Roderyk shivered. As much as he wanted to be RJ's big, strong defender, he also wanted to be RJ's tender lover. He couldn't deny it. Not anymore. He wanted to touch RJ and caress him and pleasure him. He wanted to share his bed with RJ and introduce him to the wonders of sexual release in the arms of your lover. Shaking his head in denial, Roderyk commanded himself to stop thinking of RJ as a lover. RJ was just a boy.

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RJ smiled as he pushed open the door to the bathroom that separated his bedroom from Roderyk's. Part of him felt like a naughty boy, pulling a late-night prank, but part of him felt like a man, standing up for what he wanted. And he did want Roderyk. It was time to make that clear.

RJ padded silently across the bathroom and opened the other door. He pushed it open and peeked inside Roderyk's bedroom. Roderyk was standing at the window, his back to RJ. He was simply standing there, staring outside.

RJ slipped up behind Roderyk and slid his arms around the man's waist, pulling him into a hug. RJ turned his head sideways and pressed his soft cheek against Roderyk's warm back. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the strong scent of this man he loved.

Roderyk looked down at the boy's arms wrapped around him from behind. He should have been surprised when RJ hugged him, but he'd expected it, even longed for it, and now it was finally happening. He placed his hands over RJ's and gently caressed them, marveling at the softness of the boy's skin.

RJ closed his eyes and sighed. At last, they were together as they should be. He squeezed Roderyk as hard as he could and giggled when he heard the man grunt. Then RJ slid around to Roderyk's side, never releasing his hold on the man, and looked up into Roderyk's eyes.

In the moonlight, their pale blue eyes seemed to shine. With love.

Roderyk pulled RJ around until they were facing each other, then lifted the boy off the floor and hugged him to his chest, their faces now inches apart.

RJ whispered, "I want you to kiss me now."

Roderyk hesitated only a second, then turned his head slightly to one side and pressed his lips against RJ's. Soft. Velvety. Slightly moist. Their lips touched and caressed. Their breaths merged. Their tongues danced. Pressing harder, the kiss deepened and grew more passionate. They moaned, startled by the sudden intensity.

Pulling away, Roderyk studied RJ's face. The boy's eyes were closed. His lips were slightly parted. His breath washed over Roderyk's face. RJ blinked and opened his eyes. He smiled and leaned in to lay his head on Roderyk's shoulder, then he whispered, "Now I want you to take me to your bed and kiss me again."

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The man's hand rested upon the boy's naked hip. His thumb made slow circles in the soft flesh.

The boy's hand touched the man's chest. His fingers slipped through the wiry hair, sliding down onto the man's belly, stopping there, waiting.

They kissed again. Soft kisses. Gentle and loving. Tongue tips touching. Giggles escaping.

The boy took the man's hand and slid it down lower, pressing it onto an aching erection, squeezing the man's hand to show him what the boy wanted, what the boy needed.

The man grasped the hard shaft and caressed it. Hot in the man's hand. And thrusting in his grip. Demanding satisfaction. Urging him to stroke faster, to squeeze harder. Frantic now. Desperate.

The boy arched his back and launched cum onto the man's belly, the man's hand, the man's bed. Spasms ending, the boy pulled the man into a hug and clung to him. Still desperate. Needing him.

The man held the boy. Stroked the boy's back. Waiting.

They held each other, reassuring each other.

The boy relaxed, finally understanding. The man wasn't going to leave him. The man was his forever.

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They were still sleeping in each other's arms when the horizon began to brighten with the coming day.

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In the kitchen, Rachel and Auntie sipped morning coffee.

"I suppose I should get RJ up," Rachel said.

"It might be better to let him sleep in," Auntie replied. "You and I can manage just fine."

"But the workers have the day off today," Rachel objected.

Auntie waved a hand in dismissal. "Sweetie, I've been managin' Magnolia Farm for years by myself. Until the three of you came along, this here was a one-woman show some days. I imagine we can get along just fine without them boys today, but I will make `em fix us breakfast and wash the dishes after!"

Rachel chuckled. "And lunch too?"

"Lunch too," Auntie agreed. "Let's get started. There's eggs to package and coops to clean. Whoopee!"

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Roderyk stumbled into the kitchen dressed only in a pair of shorts and a rumpled tee-shirt. The smell of coffee pulled him forward to the counter where a half pot remained in the coffee maker along with a note from Auntie:

Have a cup. Or two. Wake up. Then make breakfast. The girls are taking care of the chickens today. The boys are on KP duty. ~ Auntie ~

Roderyk chuckled when he read the note. KP duty? What did that even mean?

RJ staggered up and wrapped his arms around Roderyk from behind, hugging him. "So tired," he mumbled. "Must have coffee ..."

Roderyk pulled two coffee mugs from the cabinet. "When did you start drinking coffee?"

"This morning," RJ muttered.

Roderyk chuckled as he poured two cups and added plenty of cream and sugar to both.

"Does your mom know you drink coffee now?" he asked as he handed one cup to RJ.

RJ took a sip and grinned. "There are several things I've started doing that my mom knows nothing about." He looked at Roderyk over the rim of the cup and grinned.

Roderyk shook his head at the little imp and showed him the note. "I don't know what KP duty is, but apparently we're on it."

RJ laughed. "You don't know what KP is?"

"No."

"Kitchen Patrol! It's an oldie expression."

"An oldie expression?"

"Yeah. Something old people say and young people have to google to understand. Kitchen Patrol means we have to cook and clean. Don't they have KP in Germany?"

"Well, of course they do, but we never called it that. I suppose that's just something you Americans say."

"Whatever it's called, you and I are on kitchen duty this morning," RJ said with a laugh. "What are we making for breakfast?"

Roderyk shrugged. "The only thing I know how to make ... potato omelettes."

RJ opened a drawer and pulled out two aprons and handed one to Roderyk. "I'll peel the potatoes."

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Auntie decided to take a nap while the rest of them headed down to the lake for an afternoon swim.

Dressed in their swimming gear, Rachel and Roderyk walked side by side down the path that led to the lake while RJ ran circles around them, laughing and cavorting. Exasperated with the boy's antics, Rachel finally swatted his rear and told him to head down to the lake and set out their towels.

When RJ was well ahead of them, Rachel turned to Roderyk and said, "I suppose I'm a strange mother. My greatest fear is that my son will be unhappy."

"I think you are a wonderful mother, not at all strange."

She stopped, forcing Roderyk to stop too and turn to face her. Rachel smiled sadly and asked, "Would you still say I'm a wonderful mother if I allow my son to do things others consider harmful, simply because I know it makes him happy."

Roderyk swallowed nervously. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

Rachel studied Roderyk for a moment, then nodded her head slowly. "That's okay. I think you do understand." She reached out and put her hand on the side of Roderyk's muscular arm, gripping his bicep. "RJ needs a strong protector. An angel to keep him safe, but also to make him happy." She released Roderyk's arm and turned to head back to the house.

"You aren't going swimming with us?"

She glanced back over her shoulder and said, "No. This is as far as I go. It's up to you now, Roderyk." She turned back and continued walking back up the trail.

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It was a typical afternoon at the lake for Roderyk and RJ. Racing each other. Wrestling in the water. Tossing and splashing and having a wonderful time.

Until they hugged and kissed and felt hard cocks pressing together between them.

RJ took Roderyk's hand and slid it down inside his swimming trunks to massage his aching teenage cock. At the same time, RJ slid his own hand inside Roderyk's shorts and began rubbing the man's thick shaft. While they kissed, their hands rubbed faster, stroking and squeezing.

RJ pulled Roderyk's swimming trunks down, freeing his long cock to wave slowly from side to side under the water. "Mine too," RJ whispered, standing still so that Roderyk could slide RJ's shorts halfway down his thighs.

With their cocks free, they resumed their stroking, panting now as they kissed, moaning into each other's mouths, gasping as cum shot out between them, white streams floating in the blue lake water.

RJ giggled and jumped back to avoid having the floating cum touch him.

"It's not acid," Roderyk said with a chuckle.

RJ laughed and scooped up a handful of water with Roderyk's cum floating in it, then threw it at Roderyk's chest, laughing when the cum stuck to the hair there.

Roderyk looked stunned, then frowned and dove at RJ, dunking him.

More splashing. More laughter. More fun, but without swimming attire to get in the way.

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They were standing in Roderyk's bedroom. "We should take a bath. Get the smell of the lake water off," Roderyk suggested.

"And other smells," RJ said with a giggle.

Shaking his head at the boy, Roderyk pointed at the bathroom door. "Go ahead. You first."

RJ slowly approached Roderyk and slid his arms around him, hugging him. "I want to take a bath together."

Roderyk hugged the boy back, but looked nervously over his shoulder. "Auntie and your mother are in the next room."

"It will be okay. Come on." RJ released his hug and took Roderyk's hand, leading him into the bathroom.

They filled the tub halfway, then Roderyk sank down into the water and scooted back, opening his legs to give RJ a place to sit. With RJ in front of him, Roderyk shampooed RJ's hair, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running slowly through the boy's thick hair, gently massaging RJ's scalp, stroking RJ's cheek, causing the teen to purr in delight.

Roderyk pushed RJ down and cupped water to pour over the boy's head, rinsing out the shampoo until the water ran clean.

RJ gripped the sides of the tub and pulled himself up, turning to face Roderyk. He poured shampoo into his hand and worked it slowly into Roderyk's hair. Roderyk closed his eyes and relaxed under RJ's probing fingers. "Slide down," RJ whispered, and when Roderyk's hair floated in the water, RJ continued working his fingers through Roderyk's hair until the shampoo was rinsed out. RJ tapped Roderyk's chest to let him know he was done.

Roderyk scooted up again and spread his legs wide, motioning for RJ to sit back down for more cuddling, but RJ bit his lip and waited.

"What is it?" Roderyk asked.

RJ looked down at his own hard cock.

"You just came. In the lake."

"I can't help it. You make me horny," RJ explained.

Roderyk smiled. "What do you want me to do about that?"

RJ grinned bashfully. "I've always wondered how a blowjob feels ..."

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In bed that night, RJ stretched out on top of Roderyk, wrapped in each other's arms with a ceiling fan gently cooling off the sweat glistening on their skin. Their lips were joined and their tongues danced from mouth to mouth. Hard cocks were pressed together, RJ's thin teen cock sliding slowly along Roderyk's thick rod as he humped his hips up and down and from side to side.

RJ broke the kiss and pushed himself up. Looking down into Roderyk's eyes, RJ whispered, "I want to make love."

Roderyk chuckled. "We are making love."

RJ frowned. "No. This is being in love, but now I want to make love."

Roderyk shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea, RJ." He found RJ's hand and moved it down to his heavy cock. "This would be too big for you. It would hurt you. It's too thick."

RJ moved their hands to his own, thinner cock. "But this isn't."

"Oh! I see."

RJ nodded and smiled.

Roderyk turned on his side and opened the drawer on his side table. Reaching in, he pulled out a small bottle of hand lotion. He squirted some into his hand and gave the bottle to RJ. Then he rolled sideways, out from under RJ, and positioned himself on his hands and knees. Reaching back, Roderyk worked the glob of lotion into his hole, loosening and lubricating.

RJ eagerly squirted more lotion onto his throbbing cock and lined himself up with Roderyk's hole. Without preamble, RJ shoved inside and began frantically humping. Roderyk reached behind and placed a hand on RJ's hip, slowing him down, urging him to take it easy and enjoy the moment. RJ leaned forward and laid his chest on Roderyk's back. He began slowly thrusting, moving just his hips, as he reached around with both hands to caress Roderyk, one hand stroking Roderyk's cock, the other cupping his balls.

"So this is what it feels like to be a man," RJ whispered.

"So this is what it feels like to be your man," Roderyk sighed.

And so they made love for the first time ...

... culminating when Roderyk's orgasm caused his body to spasm and his ass to squeeze RJ as the teen thrust his cock slowly in and out. The tight clinching of Roderyk's ass set RJ off. He gave a final deep thrust and held himself still, sending his watery cum out to claim the man as his own.

Roderyk sank down into the bed, face down with RJ still on his back, still deep inside. And they feel asleep, content at last.

The end of UNCAGED, Chapter Twenty