In "A New Town" writer Jerry Marsh moves to the outskirts of the small
country town of Ridgmont to get away from his "adoring" fans.  Due to bad
weather, the mover is late, and they can't begin to unload until after it
stops raining.  Therefore, Jerry and the mover, straight, blue eyed, Mark,
have to spend the night on the floor of the living room in front of the
fireplace.

Jerry winds up with the phone number of a family who suddenly moved out of
town because they think their son's best friend, David, who is gay, is a
bad influence on their son.

"A New Town."  Copyright 1991 by Mathis B. Rogers

This is a Gay Adult Story.  It was written by me in 1990.  If you are
not 18/21 or over, then it is against the law for you to read this
story.  This is pure fiction, and none of the characters or places are
real.  Any resemblances of such is purely coincidental.
Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome.  Send them via
email to Mathis B. Rogers <mathis@mathisbrogers.com>


                                   A NEW TOWN

                                   Chapter I

   It had been raining all morning as I drove to the little
country town of Ridgemont, which was about thirty miles from
Springfield. As I got closer to the driveway of the three
bedroom house, on the outskirts of town, I had just purchased
the week before, it began to rain harder.
    I hope the movers have the furniture in, I thought pulling
into the long, winding drive. Luckily the previous owners had
graveled the driveway.
    As I turned the bend I noticed that the moving van was not
there yet. "Maybe they've already come and gone," I said
hopefully as I pulled the hood of my rain coat up over my head.
I had given them a key, so if they got there before I did, they
could start unloading since I had some unfinished business to
take care of in the city.
    The red, brick, three bedroom house, sat facing the south.
There were morning glories in the window boxes, and daisy's
lined the circular drive. There were no curtains on the
windows, so I could tell that there was no furniture or boxes
in the living room, by looking in the big picture window.
    I pulled up in front of the garage and parked the car. Then
I reached into the back seat and got my umbrella. If I had had
the garage door opener with me, I would have been able to park
in the garage, then I could have gone straight into the utility
room from there. But as it was I had to run through the rain to
the front porch, so I was lucky I had the umbrella.
    As I was unlocking the door, there was a clap of thunder so
loud that I jumped and, in doing so, dropped the keys.
    As I picked them up a movement caught my eye, I
straightened up and looked out through the rain towards the old
water mill that stood about a quarter of a mile west of the
house.
    Of course it was hard to see that far off, especially in
the rain. I figured it was just a bird, so I opened the door
and went in.
    The entrance hall had a hardwood floor; to the left of the
door there was a cloak closet, then further down the hall was
an arched doorway leading into the living room.
    To the left of the living room, down the hall, was a bath
room then further down, was an arched door to the kitchen. The
hall went all the way to the kitchen door, then turned and went
east to the bedrooms. The master bedroom had a private bath.
    I hung my raincoat in the cloak closet, and stood the
umbrella up in the corner. Then I went into the living room.
Although it was early spring, it was still chilly in the house,
because of the rain, so I went over to the big fireplace on the
east wall, and, with the wood that had been left in the bin,
got a fire going.
    I turned around and looked at the huge living room. On the
south side was the picture window, I had wished it was a bay
window, but at the price I had paid I couldn't complain.
    I had decided to buy carpeting for the hardwood living room
floor, when I bought the house, but now that I stood in front
of the warm fireplace, I decided against it. I would get a
throw rug to put under the coffee table, and leave the rest
bare.
    My thoughts of decorating the house were interrupted by the
ringing of the phone. I had had the phone connected, and the
water and lights turned on the week before when I bought the
house. I had brought out a spare wall phone that I had had in
my apartment in the city. There was no place for it there, but
here it went on the wall under the cabinet in the kitchen.
    I hurried into the kitchen and picked the instrument up.
"Hello?"
    "Mrs Johnson?" a deep male voice asked. The sound of it
made my spine tingle with excitement.
    "No, the Johnson's don't have this number anymore," I
informed him.
    "Oh, I'm sorry."
    "That's okay," I replied and replaced the receiver. I
wonder what he looked like, I thought to myself. Then, with a
deep sigh, I turned to survey the kitchen.
    The refrigerator sat by the outside, back door. The cabinet
ran along the north wall to the double sink, then on down to
the stove. There was a window over the sink.
    The west side of the kitchen was where the dining table
would go, and there was a window overlooking the back yard
there. The south side of the kitchen had the door to the
utility room and from there you could go out to the garage.
    Luckily for me, my apartment had not been furnished, so I
had all my furniture, except for the two bedrooms, that would
come later. For now I was planning to use one of them for my
study and later, I would furnish the other one for a spare
bedroom.
    Another clap of thunder sent my heart up to the bottom of
my throat. I regained my composure and went back into the
living room to stand in front of the fire.
    By now it was raining so hard that I could barely see the
big tree out the living room window, but I was able to see the
big moving van as it pulled into the driveway.
    The driver pulled up by the front porch and jumped out onto
the porch, I meet him at the door as he started to ring the
bell.
    He had the deepest blue eyes that I'd ever seen and
although he was wearing a rain coat, I could tell he was also
wearing skin-tight blue-jeans and his shirt was partly
unbuttoned showing a nice, muscular, hairy chest.
    "Hi, sorry I'm late," he said apologetically, he had a deep
voice, "my partner's wife went into labor right before we left,
and he had to get to the hospital. So I'm afraid that I'm stuck
unloading this thing by myself."
    "Well, I guess I can help," I reluctantly offered. That was
why I had hired the moving company, because I didn't want any
part of the physical moving.
    "Thanks," he said with a smile that put a dimple in his
right cheek. "But we're going to have to wait till this damned
rain stops though."
    "Come on in," I said stepping aside. "Let me take your
raincoat. I've got a fire in the fireplace."
    "Thanks," he said taking his raincoat off. I shook it out
and, after closing the front door, I hung it up in the closet
with mine.
    "By the way, my name is Mark," he said extending his right
hand. His grip was strong and firm. I could imagine him holding
me in his arms.
    "Sorry I don't have anything to offer you to drink," I said
as we went into the living room, "but I haven't had a chance to
go to the store, and all my glasses are in the back of the
van."
    "No problem," he said kneeling in front of the fire. He had
his back to me, and I fought the urge to put my arms around him
and lay my head on his strong muscular back. I could have
offered him something else, but I didn't have the nerve, plus
there was no where to lie down except on the hardwood floor.
    "This is a nice house," he said standing up and looking
around.
    "Yes, it is, I fell in love with it the first time I saw
it," I admitted. To myself I added, and with you too.
    Mark walked over to the picture window and looked out. "It
may be a long afternoon," he said with a sigh. The storm showed
no sign of letting up.
    "Maybe we could at least get a blanket out to sit on?" I
suggested.
    "And I'm sure you know what box that would be?" he asked.
His tone wasn't sarcastic, it held a hint of teasing.
    "The one at the front of the van?" I asked.
    "You guessed it," he replied. "I put it there myself."
    "What's at the door?" I asked.
    "That five hundred pound couch of yours," he replied.
    "Oh yes, my queen sized sleeper sofa," I replied nodding my
head. "The main reason I didn't want to move this stuff myself.
And it only weighs three hundred pounds."
    "Getting into and out of that elevator at your complex was
hairy," he admitted with a sigh.
    "I know, I was in on getting it into the apartment," I said
sitting down on the hearth with my back to the fire.
    "I just hope you don't decide to move again after we get
you in here," Mark said sitting down beside me. The heat from
his body heated me up more than the fire behind us. "If you do,
I'm going to quit."
    "I'm not planning on it. I'm buying this place."
    "Good, stay here," he said teasingly.
    "Oh, I just thought of something," I said standing up. "I
brought a couple of blankets and a couple of pillows in the car
with me, just in case you didn't get here today because of the
rain. I need to put the car in the garage anyway, so I'll run
out and get them."
    "Okay, I'll put another log on the fire," Mark said
standing up as I hurried across the living room to the hall.
    I took my raincoat out of the closet and hurried out to the
utility room from the kitchen. I opened the door to the garage,
then pressed the door opener on the wall beside the utility
room door, and the garage door slowly opened. The wind blew the
rain into the garage, and, as luck would have it, I had
forgotten my umbrella. Oh, well, I thought pulling the hood up
over my head.
    I hurried out to the car, hopped in, and started it, then
drove into the garage. After closing the door, I took off my
wet raincoat and laid it on the hood of the car. Then I pulled
the blankets and the pillows out of the back seat and had just
got back into the kitchen as the phone rang.
    I lay the bundle down on the counter and picked up the
receiver. "Hello?" I said.
    "Is Kevin there?" a deep, sexy, male voice asked.
    "The Johnson's don't have this number anymore," I replied
as my heart pounded in my chest.
    "Oh, uh...Do you know when they changed theirs?" he asked.
    "No, but I got this number a week ago, so I imagine
sometime before then," I explained envisioning a tall,
muscular, dark haired man with possibly a mustache and a deep
tan. I could see a twinkle in his dark brown eyes.
    "My name's David," he said. "Are you new in town?"
    "Yes, I'm just moving in today...Well, trying to, with this
rain we haven't been able to start unloading yet."
    "You must be moving into the old Atkinson house," David
said to my surprise. Then I started to get worried.
    "How'd you know?" I stammered.
    "This is a small town," he told me. "People talk, and
you're the only person moving in this month."
    "Oh," I replied letting out a sigh of relief. At least I
didn't have to worry about him coming out to rob me, or attack
me in the middle of the night...although, by the sound of his
voice, it wouldn't be much of an attack. What's the old saying?
'You can't rape the willing?' And by the sound of his voice, I
was definitely willing.
    "You never did tell me your name," he said.
    "Jerry," I said.
    "Well, I'll have to come over sometime and meet you in
person," he said as I heard a bell in the background.
"Someone's at the door, so, I'll talk to you later.
    "Welcome to Ridgemont," he added.
    "Thanks," I said and hung up.
    I picked up the bundle and headed back into the living room.
I wasn't used to living in a small town, and people in the city
didn't invite themselves over, especially wrong numbers, except
after they've made sure that you weren't there.
    "The Johnson's must have been pretty popular," I said
making small talk as I walked back into the living room. Mark
was standing by the window looking out at the rain.
    "Why do you say that?" he asked turning towards me, his
left hand on the side of the window above his head, the way he
stood made his half unbuttoned shirt open up, and I had a
perfect view of his muscular left pec.
    "That's the second call I've had today for them."
    "That's odd," Mark said frowning. "They moved to
Springfield about four months ago."
    "How do you know?" I asked spreading out one of the
blankets in front of the fireplace.
    "My partner and I were the ones to move them," he replied
picking up one of the pillows. He sat down on the edge of the
blanket and took off his tennis shoes. Then, sitting
Indian-style, he turned to face me, the pillow on his lap. How
he could do that with those skin-tight jeans on I still haven't
figured out.
    "What did they have to say?" he asked as I lay down on my
left side and put my head on my pillow.
    "Well, the first one didn't say anything. He just asked for
Mrs Johnson, and I told him they didn't have this number
anymore, and he apologized and hung up. I think he may have
been a bill collector.
    "But this last call the guy asked for Kevin, and was
surprised that they didn't have this number anymore. I got the
feeling that they were pretty good friends."
    "I bet that was David," Mark said thoughtfully.
    "How did you know?" I asked startled.
    "Kevin was saying that he wished that David could have been
here when they moved. He had gone abroad and they didn't have
any way of reaching him. He was supposed to get back today.
    "What's wrong?" he asked as he noticed I was frowning.
    "I find it kind of odd that he knew I was moving in here,
after being back only a short time, but didn't know that the
Johnson's had moved out of town."
    Mark cleared his throat and put the pillow next to mine and
then lay down beside me with his right arm over his head,
making his shirt tight against his slender, muscular body. I
had to fight the urge to slide over and put my head on his
chest.
    "This is a small town," Mark explained. "The gossip goes
that the Johnson's didn't like David, that's why they moved
while he was abroad. They thought that he was a bad influence
on Kevin, that's their eighteen year old son. David is
twenty-five."
    "But that doesn't explain why he would have found out that
I'm moving in and not know that they had left."
    "Mrs Johnson told Hilda Rigner; she and her husband run the
store, not to tell David they were moving. That of course is
like broadcasting something on the six o'clock news. She's the
town gossip. So everyone knows not to tell David that they
moved. And the Johnson's were well respected here, so
apparently no one has told him."
    Well, that did explain that, I had to admit.
    I turned over on my back and stared up at the ceiling.
Another crack of thunder shook the glass in the picture window
and I jumped.
    "You're not afraid of thunder, are you?" Mark asked.
    "No, I just wasn't ready for it. Usually I see the
lightening first. My mind was on something else, so I missed it
this time."
    I looked out the window and stared at the rain for a moment
then I looked at my watch. "Five o'clock," I sighed.
    "I guess I'd better call my boss," Mark said sitting up.
"May I use your phone?"
    "Sure," I replied. "It's in the kitchen."
    I watched him as he headed for the hallway, the way he
walked on the balls of his feet gave him a spring to his walk.
    A few moments later I heard his deep voice on the phone, I
couldn't make out what he was saying, but I could tell he was
upset. The rain had spoiled his whole day.
    I rolled over on my side and looked out the window again,
then I jumped as I heard water on water, I just knew I had a
leak, then I let out a sigh of relief as I realized that Mark
was in the bathroom, and my insides tingled as I also realized
that he had left the bathroom door open. Oh, how I wished that I had
something in the kitchen to go get, because I would have
to walk by the bathroom door to get there.
    A moment later Mark walked back in. My eyes followed him as
he walked to the blanket and I watched as he put another log on
the fire, then lay back down beside me.
    "The boss is pretty upset," he said with a sigh. "I had
another move to make today, but as it turns out, even if I
could get unloaded now I wouldn't be able to get back, the
bridge is washed out between Ridgemont and Springfield."
    "I'm sorry I don't have a radio or t.v. for us to watch," I
said.
    "Don't worry about it," Mark replied softly.
    I looked at my watch, it was only five fifteen.

                                   Chapter II

   "Jerry? Jerry, wake up."
    I opened my eyes, it was dark except for the flame in the
fireplace above us. I lay with my head on Mark's chest and my
right hand was inside his shirt.
    "Umm?" I said raising up sleepily.
    "The phone's ringing," Mark said.
    "Oh, sorry." Embarrassed, I jumped up and ran to the
kitchen.
    "Hello?" I said trying to get a grip on my nerves.
    "Jerry? This is David," his deep voice said. "You okay?"
    "Yeah, fine," I said.
    "I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked. Apparently he could
tell by the tone of my voice.
    "Yeah. But that's okay," I replied, stifling a yawn.
    "Are you going to wait till morning to get unloaded?" David
asked.
    "I guess we'll have to, it's still raining."
    "It is?" David asked surprised. "It stopped here about
thirty minutes ago."
    "Oh, I guess Mark was asleep too," I said as I looked out
the window and noticed that it wasn't raining and the moon was
shining.
    "Who's Mark?" David asked.
    "The moving van driver," I replied with another yawn.
    "I guess it would be easier to wait till morning, better
light then," I said.
    "If you'd like, I can come over in the morning and help,"
David offered.
    "That'd be nice," I replied. "We need all the muscle we can
get."
    "Well, I have plenty of that," he replied.
    "I bet you do," I said. Then quickly added, "What time is
it, anyway?"
    "Oh, about ten till eleven," he replied. "Well, I'll see
you in the morning then. About nine?"
    This was agreed on and I hung up and went back into the
living room.
    Mark had taken his shirt off, and was laying on the blanket
with the other one pulled to his waist. He had also put another
log on the fire, so the blaze lit up the living room. It was
hard for me to keep my eyes off of his strong hairy upper torso
as I walked back over to the blanket.
    "That was David," I volunteered laying back down, on my
back. I couldn't look him in the eye. "He's coming over in the
morning to help us unload."
    "That'll be nice," he said, "we'll need all the help we can
get since my partner probably won't be here.
    "Uh...since we're going to be sleeping together here on the
floor tonight," Mark began, (Oh boy, I thought, here it comes,
he's going to say 'do you mind staying on your side of the
blanket?') but to my surprise he said, "you might as well take
your pants off and get comfortable, too."
    I looked over him to where his shirt lay, and I saw he had
also taken off his jeans, my eyes had been on his body, not his
pile of clothes.
   "Okay," I said hoping to hide my excitement that he was only
wearing briefs, and slipped out of my jeans and lay them on the
floor by my shoes. Then I lay back down, leaving my shirt and
briefs on.
    "You can come back over here if you'd like," Mark said
patting his chest.
    "Oh, boy would I like," I said and lay my head back down on
his hairy chest.
    "If you want anything else you can have that too," Mark
said, his voice was so deep and soft it sent my spine, and
other parts of my body tingling.
    I let my right hand trace a path down his firm, warm body
and then up under the blanket. There I was met by his hard
meat. I hadn't noticed before, but he had also taken off his
briefs and they were laying next to his shirt.
    I wrapped my hand around his rigid organ and stroked it
gently. Then I pushed the cover back so I could see it. The
largest one I'd ever had before had been eight inches, and I
could tell this one was about an inch and a half bigger.
    I raised up on my left elbow and bent down. I let my tongue
trace the head of it, then I licked from the top of the head
down to the base and back up again before taking it in my mouth
and sliding down as far as I could go. By the deep throated
moans Mark was making I could tell he was enjoying it. I knew I
was.
    "Ohhh yes, Jerry," he moaned. "Ohhh..that feels so good."
    I held his balls in my right hand and raised my head up and
down, licking the base of his head with the tip of my tongue.
As thick as he was it was hard for me to take much of him and
it was also hard for me to keep the part I could take for very
long. But although I thought my jaw was going to break, I kept
it up.
    After what seemed like an eternity to my aching jaw, but
was only a few short minutes, Mark put his right hand on my
shoulder and pulled me up toward him. "Come 'ere," he said. I
moved up to him laying my body against his. His arms wrapped
around me as he pulled me against him. My right leg went
between his legs and he pressed his hard organ against my
thigh.
    His lips were warm against mine as he pulled me down to
him, he rolled me over on my back and he lay over on top of me
as our kisses became hotter.
    I parted my lips as he used his tongue as a probe, then I
began sucking his tongue like it was his cock. My hands ran
over the muscles of his back, and down to his firm rounded
buttocks. I squeezed each cheek and pressed him to me.
    He leaned back and looked at me with those deep blue eyes.
"Do you want it?" he asked as his dimpled smile held a teasing
note.
    "Ever since I met you at the door this afternoon," I
replied, returning his smile.
    "I thought so," he said and, placing his right elbow on the
floor leaned back and reached down with his left hand and
unbuttoned my shirt.
    After I got it off, he got up on his knees and pulled my
briefs off, while I took him in my hand and stroked him.
    He took my already erect organ in his hand and stroked it a
few times, then he picked up his pillow and put it under my
head with mine.
    He raised up and got between my legs and spread them, then,
spitting on his fingers, he lubricated my asshole.
    "Are you ready?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye and
shoved three fingers up inside of me.
    "Ohhh...yes," I moaned.
    He pushed my knees up to my ears and put my legs over his
shoulders, then he entered me with his organ.
    As I said earlier, the biggest one I've had was eight
inches, and I had no problem taking it from behind, but with
his nine and a half inches, I felt like I did the very first
time I ever got laid.
    I grabbed him and held him tight to me, and cried, "Easy,
baby!"
    He held real still for a moment watching my face.
    "You okay?" he asked softly. I could see the concern in his
eyes, no other man had ever done that.
    "I'm fine, thanks." I began to move my ass against him,
after my muscles relaxed. He released my legs and I wrapped my
feet around his legs and held him tight as he slowly began to
move with me.
    "Oh, that feel's so good. Don't ever stop," I moaned as his
lips moved toward mine.
    Now I have been fucked before, but this was definitely the
first time I'd ever been made love to.
    Our kisses grew hotter and his rhythm increased, telling
me he was near explosion. He didn't need to tell me when he was
about ready to come, I could tell by his actions.
    My body was responding to every move of his. Between the
tingle in my ass, and my own cock being pressed against him, I
could feel that I too, was getting close to orgasm.
   "Oh yes," he panted as he nibbled my ear, "I'm here." And
our lips locked again as his warm jism filled me up. As he did,
I felt a feeling from my own loins that I'd never felt before.
I definitely had an orgasm, although I didn't come, it felt
better than any masturbation I'd ever experienced.
    He collapsed on top of me and lay his head on my shoulder.
I let my hands rub his back, after a few moments, he caught his
breath and raised up and looked at me and smiled. He bent down
and kissed me again on the lips.
    He rolled off of me onto his elbow. "Now, what are we going
to do about this?" he asked taking my now shrunken organ in his
hand. "It's been poking me ever since I got on top of you," he
had a twinkle in his eye, "and now look at it, it's shrunk."
    I put my hand on his cheek and let it slide down to his
chin, then down his neck to his warm, sweaty chest. "Whatever
you want to," I replied, and told him of the feeling I'd had.
    Most of the men I'd been with got their rocks off, then
left me to take care of myself, but I wasn't going to tell him
that, yet anyway.
    He took his pillow back from under my head and lay back
down on his back.
    "Come 'ere," he said softly, and I lay my head back down on
his chest. "You're the first guy I've ever heard of that had an
orgasm with out shooting a load," he said. "Most guys come the
same time, or shortly after, their partner."
    "Is that speaking from experience?" I asked.
    He laughed. "I've heard," he admitted. "To be honest,
you're the first guy I've ever been with."
    "Oh?" I asked surprised. I looked up into his eyes. I guess
that's why he had treated me more like a woman. The guys I'd
been with always did me doggie style and they never kiss.
    "Have you been thinking about doing it with a guy for
long?" I asked.
    "No, it never crossed my mind till I woke up with your head
on my chest. I've notice how you've been looking at me ever
since I got here, I knew what you wanted. I was really hoping I
could get unloaded and out of here so we wouldn't have to sleep
together on this blanket. I didn't know if you'd try something
while I was asleep or not."
    "When you woke up with my head on your chest, what did you
think?"
    "Your body felt good," Mark replied rubbing my arm. I
snuggled closer to him. "It's been a while since I've been with
a woman, so I figured, you want it, so, why not?"
    I reached up and kissed him. "I hope you enjoyed it as much
as I did," I replied.
    "I did," he said kissing me again.
    He pulled me back down and I lay my head back on his chest.
    "What time is it?" he asked.
    I raised up and looked at my watch. "Eleven-forty," I
replied and lay back down.
    He pulled the extra blanket up over us, and with my head on
his chest, we went back to sleep.

                                  Chapter III

    The morning sun streaked in through the windows on either
side of the fireplace throwing a bright haze into the room.
    I stretched, pushing my body closer to Marks, warm one.
    "Good morning," he said softly. "Did you sleep good?"
    I rubbed my hand over his chest, then down his stomach, I
wrapped my hand around his soft organ and smiled up into his
eyes. "Mm hum," I said as his smile stretched across his
face. The dimple was covered by the mornings growth of dark
hair, but still visible.
    "What time did you say David was going to be here?" he
asked as his organ expanded in my hand.
    I raised up and looked at my watch. "In forty-five
minutes," I said with a sigh.
    "Maybe we'd better save this for later," Mark said pushing
me away and sitting up.
    I sighed. Would there ever be a later? I wanted to ask, but
I didn't.
    "We put the boxes marked 'kitchen' and 'bathroom' on the
sofa," Mark said stretching. "If you don't mind, I'll run out
and get them so we can clean up a bit."
    "Okay," I agreed. I wanted to take a shower and shave
before David arrived.
    After Mark brought the boxes in, I told him to take a
shower and I'd put some coffee on. Then while he was in the
shower, I went into the master bath and took one also.
    He was sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen drinking
a cup of coffee when I returned to the kitchen.
    "Feel better?" he asked. I had given him a razor, and he
was now clean shaven again.
    "Much," I said pouring myself a cup of coffee.
    "Me too," Mark said. "Mind if I call the boss? We should be
done by noon with the three of us working."
    While he was on the phone, doorbell rang. I hurried out to
answer it.
    "Hi," I said opening the door. "David?"
    "Yes," his voice was even deeper in person. "Jerry?"
    I nodded and stepped back so he could enter.
    My fantasies about the way men look by the sound of their
voices has never came close, so I was surprised to see how
close I'd come to being right this time.
    He stood about six one, an inch taller than Mark, six
inches taller than me. He was slender and muscular. He had coal
black hair and a mustache that ran down both sides of his mouth
to his square chin. His eyes were blue, but not as dark as
Marks. And he did have a deep dark tan.
    He was wearing a T-shirt that the bottom had been ripped
off of, and a pair of tight faded jeans. I couldn't help but
stare as my eyes took in the length of him.
 Between the T-shirt and the top of the jeans he was wearing
was a nice patch of soft black hair. My eyes left the dark
patch and went below the leather belt. At the crotch there was
a bulge that almost put Marks to shame.
    "I see you two haven't gotten started yet," David was
saying.
    "No," I admitted. "Come on in. I just made a pot of
coffee."
    "Sounds good," he said, and followed me into the kitchen.
    Mark had just hung up the phone when we walked in. I saw
his eyes widen as I introduced them.
    "He should be able to move that couch by himself," Mark
said.
    We sat and drank coffee and chatted for a while, then Mark
stood up with a sigh. "I guess we'd better get this over with,"
he said. "They've got the bridge passible, so I gotta get
going."
    As time passed we unloaded the van, I told them just to
dump everything in the living room and I'd re-arrange it later.
    Watching the two of them carrying the couch and the
matching love seat had been a real strain on my hormones,
because lifting both of them took all of their well developed
muscles.
    By ten-thirty we were about half way through the unloading
and I was beginning to feel the fact that I hadn't had anything
to eat since the morning before, (not counting Mark's cock of
course). So I volunteered to run to the store to buy something
for lunch.
    I went to a small hamburger joint on the interstate out on
the edge of town, since we were in a hurry and the kitchen
wouldn't be usable until about dinner time, if I was energetic
enough then.
    After lunch we went back to work, and by two the van was
unloaded.
    "I guess I should be getting back to Springfield," Mark
said wiping the sweat from his brow as we sat on the patio
furniture I had put on the porch. I had made some iced tea and
we were drinking it.
    "Mind if I use your bathroom?" David asked standing up.
    "No, go ahead," I replied. He went into the house and,
since the air conditioner was on, closed the door behind him.
    Mark sat his empty glass down on the table and I followed
him over to the cab of the van.
    "When will I see you again?" I asked.
    "I don't know," Mark said. "I get out this way once in a
while on business, but I probably won't be able to come over."
He climbed up into the cab. "Enjoy your new house," he said and
with a smile and a wave, he drove off.
    I was stunned, I just stood there staring after the van as
it went around the curve. No hug, no kiss, just 'Enjoy your new
house'. Then I laughed as I realized I didn't even know his
last name.
    "Mark gone already?" I heard behind me.
    Trying to regain my composure, I turned around. "Yeah, he
had to get back. He has another move to make this afternoon," I
said going back over to the porch and sitting down.
    David sat down also, and pulled his shirt off, then leaned
back and sighed. The soft black hair on his hard stomach went
all the way up his chest to the base of his neck. As he
stretched his long muscular legs out in front of him he raised
his arms up and locked his hands behind his head. This action
made the bulge in his crotch press against his jeans giving
him the appearance that most men have when they have an
erection, but I could tell his was limp.
    I let my eyes run over the length of him. To my surprise,
when they reached his face I saw Marks as he had smiled and
asked me if I wanted him the night before.
    "You okay?" David asked seeing my face and leaning forward,
resting his elbows on his thighs.
    "Uh...yeah. Just tired, I guess," I said and looked out
over the front yard. That was when I knew for a fact that I was
in love with Mark.
    "You know, it's funny," David said. I looked over at him,
he was staring at his feet.
    "What is?" I asked.
    "Nobody in this whole town knows where the Johnson's went.
It's just like they disappeared off the face of the earth.
    "I went over to their house, after I called you yesterday,"
he continued. "It's empty. I called information, they didn't
have a listing. Even the town gossip, Mrs Rigner, doesn't know
where they are." He threw his shirt down on the porch. "Shit,
the post office doesn't even have a forwarding address for
them."
    I looked down at my hands and started cleaning my nails. I
knew how he felt, his best friend, who knows? maybe more than a
friend, by the way he had talked to me on the phone the day
before, moved away while he was on vacation, and the man that I
loved, Mark, went to Springfield and I didn't know how to get in
touch with him, except through he moving company, and that's
always to risky.
    "Wait a minute," David said reaching across and taking a
hold of my arm. His grip was firm and strong. I looked up into
his desperate blue eyes. "You know something, don't you?" He
got down on his knees in front of me. His eyes were still level
with mine.
    I looked down at my hands again. "Please tell me," he
begged. He took my chin in his hand and raised my face up to
where our eyes met. "Please?" he said softly.
    Where he was touching me was so warm my body tingled. I
wanted to hold him, but I couldn't. I was in love with Mark,
and he was in love with Kevin. And both of them were probably
lost to both of us forever. I had no intention of falling in
love with David, especially not on the rebound from Mark.
    "Okay," I said with a sigh. "Let's go in the house, I need
some more tea."
    After I had refilled both of our glasses, we sat down in
the living room on the couch, then I told him what Mark had
told me. I didn't leave out anything.
    David sat silent for a moment then sighed. "I see." Then he
reached over and put his hand on my leg and gently squeezed.
"Thanks," he said.
    "I'm sorry," I said rubbing his arm.
    He smiled, "It's not your fault," he said and pulled me
into his strong muscular arms.
    I held him tight, and my mind wondered back to the night
before when I was holding Mark.
    David kissed me on the cheek and squeezed me, before
pulling away.
    "I guess you're dying to know why his parents think I'm a
bad influence," he said reaching for his glass again.
    "I have a feeling I know," I replied.
    He looked at me a moment then smiled and shook his head.
"We're not lovers," he said.
    "Oh, I'm sorry," I replied. "I just..."
    "That's what Kevin's parents think too. They won't listen
to either one of us.
    "If it wasn't for that fuckin' sheriff's big mouth, they
wouldn't even know I'm...well, you know."
    I nodded and waited for him to continue.
    "There's an old mill pond about a quarter of a mile from
here," David began, leaning back into the arm of the couch.
"A lot of kids, and some adults, go out there and go skinny
dipping. Well the sheriff goes out there and runs them off
once in a while, but everyone keeps going back.
    "Well, Kevin wanted to go out there one day, so we did," he
continued. "There were a few other people out there, and, shit,
I don't mind saying I don't mind people seeing me, and neither
did Kevin. So we had a good time, there were a few girls there
too, Kevin managed to get in the bushes with one of them, but I
had no desire to do it with the other one. Besides she was a
virgin, so she said, and she was afraid I'd hurt her." I smiled
as I imagined how big he must be hard.
    "Anyway," he continued, not noticing my reaction, "about a
week or so later, I had a date with a guy from Springfield. I
brought him out and we went for a dip. No one else was around
so we started getting frisky. We lay down on the grass and
started petting then one thing led to another and I was on top
of him. I was just on the verge of shooting when the sheriff
came up. I jump up as fast as I could but I squirted all over
Jim's back.
    "Anyway, the sheriff took us in for indecent exposer and
blabbed it all over town. Well, Mr and Mrs Johnson just
happened to know that Kevin and I had gone out there, and
jumped to the wrong conclusion. The rest is history."
    "Thus the reason for the sudden trip abroad?" I asked, just
guessing that it had been sudden.
    David nodded. "Yeah."
    I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know what to say."
    "There's nothing to say. But thanks for telling me. You
know, my parents used to baby sit Kevin when we were growing
up, he's like the brother I never had. My older brother is a
book worm, and wasn't interested in doing anything with me. Not
sex, just being a brother. He's two years older than I, and
married. Lives here in town though."
    He looked at me and laughed, "You know, I've never even had
fantasies about being with Kevin. We've been best friends, and
that's it."
    "Where are your parents now?" I asked.
    "Oh, they still live here," he replied. "They weren't very
happy with me either, but at least they didn't totally disown
me, my brother did though."
    "You mean they didn't know about you before this?" I asked,
surprised he could be twenty-five and his parents not know. I
was twenty-three and mine had known since I was in my teens.
    David shook his head, "No, I always went to Springfield to
meet guys, they thought I was meeting girls. Jim was the first
one I ever brought back here. Big mistake," he said with a
sigh.
    "So what are you planning to do now?" I asked.
    "Well, at least I still have my job," he replied and told
me that he worked in the work out room at the Y, which
explained how he got such a nice muscular body.
    "Of course I don't know if I'll be able to stay on after
what happened. I have to be back to work Monday morning at
eight."
    "Good luck with it," I said.
    "Thanks. I think, if I may borrow your phone, I'd like to
call Springfield and see if I can get a hold of Kevin. Do you
mind?"
    "Sure," I replied. I had put an extension on a table in the
living room, so he made the call from there.
    After he got the number, he asked me if I would ask for
Kevin, then let him talk to him. Reluctantly, I said I would.
    A young mans voice answered the phone on the third ring.
"May I speak to Kevin, please?" I asked putting on a professional
tone.     
    "This is Kevin," he replied.
    "Hold on," I said and handed David the receiver.
    "Thanks," David said. "Kevin? can you talk?...Good....I've
missed you too, Buddy. I'd like to see you....Okay, I know
where it is...I'll be there in an hour....Great! See you then.
Bye." He hung up the receiver and grabbed me and hugged me.
    "Thanks," he said again, and, picking up his shirt off of
the couch he headed for the living room door. "I'll let you
know how it goes," he said. Then he was gone.
    I looked around the living room, the boxes were all stacked
up along the walls, I had my work cut out for me.

                            Chapter IV

    I was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa unpacking a
box, it was about nine o'clock and I was exhausted. I crossed my
arms on the sofa seat and then lay my head on them.
    I had managed to finish in the bedroom and the kitchen, I
hadn't gotten to my study yet, though.
    I had taken an hour off and gone to the store to buy some
groceries. 
    After I had filled up my shopping cart, I headed for the
check out stand, the elderly lady at the register had been
watching me like a hawk from the moment I arrived.
    "Did you find everything?" she asked trying to be polite,
which I could tell was very difficult for her.
    "Yes, thank you," I replied with a smile.
    "Don't get many strangers here to buy groceries," she said
as she began ringing up my purchases. I kept an eye on the
amounts she was putting in.
    "I just bought the old Atkinson's place," I informed her.
    "Oh, you're Jerry Marsh?" she asked as she paused to look
at me.
    "Yes," I replied.
    "I'm Mrs Rigner," she informed me.
    "Nice to meet you," I told her. She smiled, nodded, and
continued with the checking. I had the feeling if I wanted my
groceries in sacks, I was going to have to do it myself.
    "You know," she said as she paused again, "we never did
find out what you do for a living. No one in town has hired
you."
    I smiled. "I'm self employed," I replied as a young man in
his early twenties came up and started sacking my groceries.
    "Oh," she replied and nodded, then she started to pick up
another item, but she stopped and, frowning, looked at me
again. "But what do you do?" she asked.
    I sensed that if I told her I'd never have a moments
peace, but if I didn't, I'd never get out of there. What a
dilemma. I decided to take a chance and lie to her, "I'm an
interior decorator," I said. I had wanted to become one, but
I'd never gotten around to it. I knew I could do a good enough
job to pass if I had to.
    "But you're a guy," she stated.
    "No kidding?" I feigned surprise, acting as feminine as I
could. "I'd never noticed."
    The young man sacking my groceries suppressed a laugh.
    "Humph!" she exclaimed and returned to her job.
    "I'm Bobby," the young man said as he took my groceries
out to the car.
    "Nice to meet you," I said.
    "Nobody's ever stood up to Gram like that," he replied.
"You've got some nerve. I doubt if you get any business after
she gets through telling the town about you."
    "I hope I don't," I said. I was watching him load my bags
in the trunk. Although he was an attractive young man, he
wasn't the rugged type that I liked, like Mark and David.
    He stopped loading and looked at me puzzled. "Why don't you
want any business?" he asked.
    I laughed, "I'm not an interior decorator," I informed him.
"I am self employed, but with the job I have I don't have to
face the public unless I want to, and at this time, I don't.
However, I would appreciate it if you didn't ask what I do."
    "Well, okay," he said and finished loading the car.
    I thanked him and drove home.
    Between the lengthy conversation with Mrs Rigner, and
having to put the groceries away, I had really taken two hours
off by the time I was able to start unpacking again.
    Now, as I rested my head on my arms, I relaxed. The next
thing I knew, I felt warm, strong arms around me, and felt warm
lips brush against my cheek.
    "Jerry?"
    "Mm," I said snuggling up against the warm strong body.
    "Jerry, wake up, it's Mark."
    I opened my eyes. The room was well lit by the moon coming
in through the picture window, I hadn't had time to get the
drapes up.
    "Mark?" I asked as he pulled me up onto the sofa beside
him. "What are you doing here?"
    "I couldn't leave you the way I did," he replied. "My
conscience kept reminding me the way you looked when I just
took off." He held me tighter, "I'm sorry," he said. "Forgive
me, please?"
    I kissed him on the lips, "Of course. But do me two favors?"    
"Anything."
    "Don't ever do that again. And what's your last name?"
    "I won't, I promise," he said. "Mark Reynolds, why?"
    "I realized that the only way I could get a hold of you
would be to call your work, and I didn't think that would be a
good idea," I replied.
    "You're right, it wouldn't have been.
    "Where's David?" he asked. "I figured he'd still be here."
    "Whatever gave you that idea?" I asked unbuttoning his
shirt.
   "Oh, I just figured that you'd wind up doing what you're
fixing to do to me, with him," Mark replied rubbing my back.
   "No. I realized something right after you left today," I
told him.
    "What's that?" he asked as I pulled his shirt out of his
pants.
    "I don't want to scare you off," I said.
    "You won't," he promised.
    I reached up and kissed him, he responded by pulling me
closer and his tongue went into my mouth. After a few moments
of heavy kissing, I got my nerve up and held him tight. I
whispered in his ear, "I love you."
    He pulled me back to his lips, "I think I love you too," he
said and kissed me again.
    "I couldn't bear the thought of you being with David the
way we were last night. That's why I had to come back. I was so
relieved when I looked in the window and saw you sitting here
alone."
    "What would you have done if I hadn't been sitting here?" I
asked.
    "I would have rang the bell," he replied as I kissed him on
the cheek.
    "And if I had been in the bedroom with David?"
    "Shit honey, I don't know." He pulled me to him and started
kissing me again, my thoughts of David left.
    "Speaking of the bed," Mark said after a few moments. "Did
you get it made?"
    "Yeah, why?" I asked teasingly.
    "Why don't we go try it out?" he asked. In the moonlight I
could see the twinkle in his deep blue eyes.
    "Okay," I said and got up, with his arm around me we went
toward the bedroom.
    As we got to the hall that turned in front of the kitchen
he stopped and said, "Wait, I gotta do something."
    "What?" I asked, puzzled.
    He walked back to the front door and closed it, then locked
it. "Don't want anyone else coming in, do you?"
    "No," I replied with a smile as he put his arm around me
again and kissed me on the cheek.
    We went into the master bed room. "I see you managed to get
the curtains up in here," Mark said as I turned the bedside
lamp on low. I noticed that the clock on the table said it was
only nine-forty. I hadn't slept long.
    "I didn't want anyone looking in on me while I slept," I
said taking Marks shirt off.
    "So you fell asleep in the living room in front of the
window," he teased as I unbuttoned his 501's.
    "I was tired," I defended myself. "You would have too if
you'd had the chance. You'd just better not fall asleep on me,"
I added sternly as I pulled his limp organ out of his briefs
and started kissing it, it didn't stay limp for long.
    He sat down on the edge of the queen sized bed and I pulled
off his pants and briefs. Then I took my clothes off as he
pulled the covers back and lay down on his side and watched me.
    I lay down beside him, then, wrapping my arms around him,
we began kissing again. He rolled over on top of me and pressed his
organ against me as it began to get harder.
    "I want to fuck the shit out of you," he whispered between
kisses. By now I was hard also. I spit on my fingers and gently
pushed three of them up my ass. I moved them around a while
while he kept kissing me, then I spread my legs so he could get
into me.
    "I want you to," I said. "I'm ready."
    He gently guided his nine and a half inches into my
throbbing ass, this time it didn't hurt, I was ready, willing
and able to take it.
    "Ohhh...yes, Mark," I moaned. He was so tender in his
lovemaking and I was getting even hotter as he grew closer to
ejaculation. I could feel him inside of me and I could also
tell that I was getting close, too.
    "I want you to come this time," he said, "not just have an
orgasm."
    "I'll try," I promised as he kissed my neck.
    I concentrated on the feelings that I was experiencing. My
ass being pounded by a big cock, and mine was being pushed
against the strong wall of Mark's stomach. If I didn't come
this time, it wouldn't be because I didn't want to.
    His thrusts grew more intense. My moaning and our
breathing grew faster and louder. "Oh Mark...Don't ever stop.
Oh yes, Mark..I love you...Oh Mark I'm coming..." I was panting
between kisses.
    Marks thrusts sped up and he shoved himself even deeper
into me. "I'm here baby," he panted. I could tell when he
filled me up and my own sperm squirted between us, up over his
hairy stomach.
    He collapsed on top of me, squashing it between us. "Oh,
baby. I do love you," he said and kissed me again.
    A few minutes later he slowly raised up, letting the cool
air come between us and mix with our sweat and my sperm.
    "That's cold," I said trying to pull him back down.
    "Sorry babe, but I gotta go," he said and got up off of me
and sat down on the edge of the bed.
    Terror struck. Fear built up inside of me, I was losing him
again. I'd never see him again. He looked over at me as he stood up.
    "Darling what's wrong?" he asked worriedly and sat back
down and pulled me close to him.
    "Do you really have to?" I asked, "can't you just stay here
a while?"
    "Honey, if I don't go now, I'm going to piss all over both
of us. Now are you going to be okay?"
    Embarrassment replaced the fear and I laughed.
    "What's so fucking funny?" he asked.
    "Go on to the bathroom," I said, "I'll tell you when you
get back."
    "Okay," he said with a sigh and shook his head and went
into the bathroom. He didn't close the door.
    I got up and went in and got a rag and cleaned up, then,
after he finished urinating, I washed the sperm off of his
stomach, and took the rag and washed his dick off.
    "You keep that up and you'll get it again," he said putting
his arm around me.
    "I'm ready when you are," I replied and kissed him.
    We went back to bed and he lay down and pulled me to him,
my head was on his chest.
    "I'm tired," he said yawning. "This is a lot more
comfortable than the living room floor," he said rubbing my arm.
    "It sure is," I agreed.
    "Now what was wrong with you?" he asked softly as he ran
his fingers through my hair.
    I played with the hair on his chest as I told him I thought
he meant he had to go back to Springfield instead of to the
bathroom.
    "No wonder," he said. "I'm sorry, babe," he said squeezing
me. "No, I don't have to be back till Monday morning. I'll
spend tomorrow night too, if you want me to, that is," he said
teasingly.
    "I don't want you to ever leave," I admitted looking up
 into those dark blue eyes.
    "I think we'd better get some sleep," Mark said turning out
the light.
    "That's a good idea," I agreed and reached up and kissed
him.
    I lay my head back down on his chest and let my thoughts
wonder.  A few moments later I heard the sound of his breathing
get heavy and then he started to snore softly. The sound made
me smile and I kissed his chest then I dozed off also.

                                   Chapter V

    The doorbell rang. I snuggled up closer to Mark's warm body
as I stretched. Then it rang again.
    I lazily sat up and looked at the clock, it was a little
after one am.
    "Who could that be?" Mark asked sleepily, turning over on
his side.
    "I don't know,"  I said pulling on my robe.
    I went into the hall and turned the light on. When I
reached the front door, I turned the porch light on. David
stood there. He was still wearing the half tee shirt.
    I opened the door. "David, what's wrong?" I asked
worriedly.
    He entered the house and I closed the door behind him. He
was crying as he took me in his arms and held me tight.
    "I'm sorry to wake you up," he whispered in my ear, "but I
needed you tonight."
    "What happened?" I asked returning the hug.
    "Kevin's parents were at a party when I got there this
afternoon," he explained. "They weren't supposed to be back
till about one, so we figured I could stay till about eleven
thirty, or twelve then leave before they got home, they'd never
even know I'd been there. Well, they got back about eleven."
    "Uh oh," I said putting my head on his chest and rubbing
his muscular back underneath his shirt.
    "Yeah," he said with a sigh. "It was awful."
    "What happened?" I asked looking up into his tear stained
eyes.
    "We all spent the next hour arguing. Finally Mr Johnson
told me if I ever came around again he'd have me arrested for
trespassing, that's when I left."
    I sighed and he pulled me close again and rubbed my back,
then he stopped and straightened up. I looked up and he was
looking over my head. I turned around and Mark was standing at
the end of the hall with his jeans on, the top button was still
undone and he didn't have a shirt on.
    David looked at Mark, then back at me. "Uh...I'm sorry,
Jerry, I didn't know you weren't alone," David said looking
around uncomfortably. "Uh...I guess I'd better be going." He
stepped back towards the door.
    "Wait," Mark said moving toward us. "You can at least sleep
on the couch, as long as you're here."
    "Yes," I said. "I insist."
    "You sure?" David asked.
    "Yes," I replied putting my hand on his cheek.
    "Thanks," he said and gave me another hug.
    We went into the living room and I began making up the
couch.
    "David, why don't we put the drapes up while he's doing
that?" Mark asked picking up the curtain rod.
    "Okay," David said.
    After I had the bed made and they had the picture window's
drapes up and both of the curtains on the windows beside the
fireplace, Mark and I went to the hall door. I turned around as
David pulled the tee shirt off.
    "Good night," I said. "If you need any thing just call."
    David looked at Mark, then smiled at me and said thanks.
    Mark and I were just heading for the bedroom when the
doorbell rang again.
    I went back and opened the door. A young man in is late
teens stood there. He had brown hair and eyes.
    "Jerry?" he asked nervously.
    "Yes?" I said.
    "I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought David might be
here," he said. "I'm Kevin. I see his car is here."
    "Come in," I said.
    "What are you doing here?" David asked coming in from the
living room.
    "I told my parents to go screw themselves and left," he
replied.
    "I guess it'd be better if we went over to my apartment,"
David said.
    "No, why don't you both stay here," I suggested. "Your
place will be the first place they look."
    "You're right," Mark agreed.
    "Of course, you'll both have to sleep on the couch, or one
on the floor," I said. "I don't have an extra bed."
    "That's okay," Kevin said. "Thanks."
    David gave me another hug and thanked me, then thanked Mark
also and shook his hand.
    "Let's let go back to bed," Mark said putting his arm
around me. "They've got a lot of planning to do."
    We said our goodnight's, and Mark and I went back to the
bedroom.
    He kicked off his pants, he hadn't put his briefs on.
    I lay back down and put my head on his chest, this time we
had closed the door. I let my hand roam downward to his organ,
and I took it in my hand then slowly stroked it.
    "Mm...that feels good," Mark whispered kissing me on the
top of my head.
    "Thanks for letting them stay," I said and raised up and
kissed him on the lips.
    "Well, they won't have anybody to bother them here," he
said as I moved downward. "Besides, it's your house.
    "Ohhh...yeees," he moaned as my mouth went over the head of
his organ.
    I moved my tongue up and down his shaft, then I placed it
at the bottom of the head and moved it rapidly back and forth.
    "Ohhh yeah!" he moaned.
    I gently raised the foreskin up and down his shaft as I
licked. I looked up and I could tell by his facial movements I
was doing something right.
    "Oh baby, yeees. Don't stop. Oh baby I'm coming."
    I felt his shaft expand and then his warm seman filled my
mouth up as he ran his hand through my hair. I swallowed all of
it, then he pulled me up to his side and began deep kissing me.
    "Roll over," he said turning me over on my back.
    I watched him as he moved downward, stopping to kiss, and
suck on my tits, then kissing his way down. No man had ever
done what he did then. He took me into his mouth and began to
do what I had done to him. The sensation was overwhelming. I
was so hot from giving him head that it only took a few minutes
before I filled up his mouth with my own juices.
    He moved back up to my mouth and kissed me, I opened my
mouth to take his tongue and received another mouth full of
come along with it. I swallowed my sperm then we continued
kissing.
    He lay down beside me and put his arms around me.
    "David had planned on sleeping with you," he said softly.
    "I know," I replied rubbing his chest.
    "If I wouldn't have been here, would you have?" he asked.
    I looked up into his eyes. "I love you," I replied and
kissed him.
    "I know that," he teased with his dimpled smile, "but would
you have?"
    I shrugged. "Probably."
    "I figured as much." He pulled me closer and, holding me,
we went back to sleep.

                                   Chapter VI

    I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was nine
twenty.
    I was laying on my left side, with my back to Mark, and he
had his right arm around me. I could feel his warm hairy chest
against my back.
    I slowly slipped out from under his arm and sat up. I
turned and watched him sleep peacefully for a moment, then I
went into the bathroom and took a shower and shaved.
    Afterward I went back into the bedroom and looked at him.
He still hadn't moved since I had left. I fought the urge to
lay down beside him and wake him up by giving him head. "He
needs the sleep," I told myself and got dressed then went into
the hall, softly closing the door behind me.
    I went to the kitchen and put the coffee on, then I opened
the back door and look out. I could tell it was going to be a
beautiful warm Saturday.
    I decided I would get the study unpacked and straighten up
before anyone got up, so I went into the living room to get the
box I had started to unpack the night before, before I fell
asleep.
    David was laying on his back, his right leg was out from
under the thin sheet. I could see his dark pubic hair, but the
sheet covered his organ and his left leg. The rest of him was
bear.
    Kevin was laying on his left side with his back to him, the
sheet was pulled down far enough I could see his soft rounded
ass, both were sleeping nude. My cock began to grow as I
wondered if they had done anything the night before.
    The box I needed had been placed by the couch where David's
head was, so I quietly tiptoed over to get it. I was just about
to pick it up when David moved, I froze. The sheet slipped to
the left as he turned a little to the right. There, staring me
in the face was the biggest dick I'd ever seen. It was as big
as Mark was when he was hard, but David was limp. He stretched,
moving it toward me. I looked at his face, he was still asleep.
I slowly picked up the box and headed for the hall door. I
turned around to look back. David was still asleep, his cock
still exposed.
    Kevin rolled onto his back, the sheet slipped down exposing
his erect member. He was eight inches long. He had a smooth
chest with no hair, but there was a thin trail of brown hair
that ran from this belly button to his pubic hair. I would have
had no trouble taking him.
    I sighed and went down the hall to the bedroom I had
decided to use as my study.
    I put the box on the floor beside the computer table, and
began to empty it, my mind kept roaming from Mark, to David,
then to Kevin. They were all three standing in front of me
nude. David limp, Mark and Kevin with hard on's.
    "Shit!" I said under my breath and went back into the
master bed room.
    Mark had rolled onto his back and the sheet had slipped off
of him, exposing his member. Although he was limp, he was about
six inches long, that was as big as I was hard. And boy was I
hard.
    I took my clothes off and lay back down beside him. I put
my head on his chest and started playing with his hair.
    I slowly traced a trail down to his belly button with my
finger, then I circled it, then I went on downward. I took his
organ in my hand and began to stroke it.
    I slid down and let my tongue lick the head of it. As it
began to grow, I took it in my mouth and deep throated it.
    Mark pushed it into my mouth with his hips, and moaned.
"Mm..oh yeah, babe," he said and reached down and ran his
hand over my head, pushing me down on it.
    I looked up and his eyes met mine. "Ohhh..what a way to
wake up, Darling," he said softly.
    "I'm glad you like it," I whispered.
    By this time he was too big to keep in my mouth, so I toyed
with the base of his head, sending him into waves of sensation
with the tip of my tongue.
    "Oh, baby," he moaned. "Who taught you how to do that?" he
panted.
    I didn't answer, I didn't think he really wanted to know,
at least not right then. I felt him expand in my hand. His member
trembled. "I'm here!" he exclaimed softly, and exploded into my mouth.
    He pulled me up to him, and began kissing me. His beard was
prickly against my smooth face, but I didn't mind, I was
kissing the man I loved. Thoughts of David and Kevin had stayed
in the hallway when I entered the bedroom and saw Mark laying
nude on the bed.
    "What made you so horny this morning?" he asked taking my
still erect organ into his hand and stroking.
    "Do you really want to know?" I asked and kissed him again.
    "Yes," he replied as I reached down and took his still hard
member in my hand.
    "I'll tell you later," I said as the sensation he was
giving me took my breath away. I kissed him hard on the mouth
and began stroking him harder.
    He turned me onto my stomach, and lubricated my ass, then
entered me doggie style, pressing his warm body against my
back. Then he continued stroking my dick.
    He was panting in my ear and kissing my cheek. "I'm getting
close, babe," he said.
    "So am I," I replied.
    "Come with me," he said as he began to pump harder, both
with his hand and his hips.
    "I'm here," I said.
    "So am I," he said as I squirted across the bed on to the
carpet at the foot of the bed. I could tell he had filled me up
also.
    He collapsed on my back, pushing me down onto the bed. We
lay there for a moment trying to catch our breath.
    He kissed me on the cheek. "I love you," he said softly.
    He raised up as I rolled over under him. "I love you too,"
I said putting my arms around him and kissing him.
    "Now," he said leaning back to look at me, "why are you so
horny this morning?"
    "Promise not to get mad?"
    "Why should I get mad?" he asked puzzled.
    "Just promise," I insisted.
    "Okay, I promise," he said.
    Reluctantly, I explained my actions of the morning, even
the fantasies I had in the study.
    He smiled, sighed and lay back down on me, holding me. Then
he kissed me. "You're only human," he said. "You should have woke me
up before you got up, and that wouldn't have happened," he said.
    I pulled him to me and kissed him again. "Thanks for not
being mad."
    He got up and headed for the bathroom. When he reached the
door, he turned around and looked at me. "Come 'ere," he said
motioning me with his left index finger.
    I got up and walked over to him. He put his arms around me.
    "To keep you out of trouble," he said, "you are going to
take a shower with me."
    "Sounds like fun," I said and kissed him on the neck.
    "Nope," he said. "We've had enough for this morning, you
little nymph you."
    True to his word, although I did try, we just took a
shower. He washed my back, and I washed his. Although not just
his back, but he didn't get hard like I tried to get him to.

                                  Chapter VII

    Mark and I were sitting at the snack bar eating breakfast.
I had made scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. David came into the
kitchen. He was just wearing his jeans. "Morning," he said sleepily.
    "Morning," Mark and I said.
    "Did you sleep good?" I asked as he got a cup down from the
cabinet and poured himself a cup of coffee.
    "Yeah," he said yawning. "Thanks for letting us stay over."
    "You're welcome," I said as he came around the counter and
sat down on the stool beside me.
    "It was after three by the time we finally went to bed," he
said. "We decided to try to find him a job here in town, and
he's going to move in with me. If his parents come looking for
him, we'll just remind them that he'll be out of school at the
end of the month, and then he can do what he want's to. He'll
drive back and forth to school till then."
    "That's going to be a long haul," Mark said.
    "Yeah, but I think he can do it for the rest of the month.
He's got a good car."
    "Would you like some breakfast?" I asked taking my plate to
the sink.
    "No, thanks. You've done enough. I'm not a breakfast eater
anyway."
    I took Marks empty plate and washed the dishes.  Mark came around
and dried them and, with my help, put them up.
    "So," David said as we sat back down at the counter,
"Jerry, what do you do?"
    "I'm an author," I replied. "I've got about five books on
the market. Only two of them reached the top ten in the best
seller list."
    "Wouldn't you have been better off staying in the city?"
Mark asked.
    "Probably," I replied. "But I've had so much interference
from the media, that I couldn't go anywhere without being
followed, or hounded. Finally they found out where I lived, and
they were at my door every time I went somewhere or got back. So
I got the police to keep them away and moved out here. I'm
hoping they don't find out where I am for a while. I'm not
telling anyone here in town what I do."
    "Won't someone recognize you?" David asked.
    "I hope not," I replied with a sigh, "I write under a pen
name, so I can just say I look like him. That didn't work in
Springfield."
    At that moment Kevin walked in, he was wearing his jeans
and his shirt, but his shirt was still unbuttoned.
    "Morning sleepy head," David teased.
    "Morning," he said yawning.
    "Would you like some breakfast?" I asked as he sat down on
the other side of David.
    "No, thanks, just coffee," he replied.
    "Did you get any rest?" David asked him rubbing his neck.
"You tossed and turned quit a bit."
    "I think I went to sleep about six," he replied as I sat a
cup of coffee in front of him.
    "Thanks."
    David massaged his neck for a few more minutes, then Kevin
reached down and squeezed his leg. "Thanks," he said, and David
stopped.
    "David told us you were going to try to find a job here,"
Mark said. "What kind of job?"
    "I'm going to try to get on at the Y with David," he
replied.
    "Good luck," I said.
    "Thanks, I'm going to need it," he replied as the phone
rang.
    "Hello?" I said picking up the receiver.
    "Is Kevin there?" a woman's voice said. She sounded worried.
    "The Johnson's don't have this number anymore," I replied.
    "I know that," the lady replied. "This is Mrs Johnson. I
heard that you had moved into town, and that David had helped
you unload. I've tried to reach David all night, and there's no
answer, so we came down this morning and no one's there. We
thought maybe he may have stayed over at your house, since
you're...well, you know?"
    I pressed the mute button and said, "Damn this is a small
town."
    "Who is it?" Mark asked.
    "Mrs Johnson," I replied.
    "I'm not here," Kevin said.
    "David is here," I told Mrs Johnson with hopes of making
her think that if he had a lover, he wouldn't want anything to
do with Kevin, that way. "And yes, he did spend the night, but
we haven't seen, nor heard from Kevin."
    "Let me speak to her," David said taking the phone.
    "Mrs Johnson? David. What's wrong? Where's Kevin?" he asked
worriedly as he winked at Kevin.
    I wasn't able to hear her reply.
    "Where are you now?" David asked. "I see. I'll check the Y,
maybe he went there when he couldn't find me at my
place....Okay, stay there and I'll call you as soon I as find
out....okay, bye," he said and hung up.
    "She's at the store," David said. "Mrs Loudmouth must have
told her that I came out and helped you unload yesterday, how
she found out is beyond me."
    I then told them what had happened when I got groceries.
    "No wonder she called here," Kevin said.
    "I was hoping that if she jumped to the conclusion that I'm
sure she did when I told her you spent the night, that she'd
realize she was mistaken about you and Kevin," I said.
    "Thanks," David said putting his arm around me. "But I
don't think it'll matter."
    "I don't either," Kevin said. "You know how people are
about sex these days, they'll jump into bed with anyone. No one
stays with only one partner these days."
    I turned Mark and rubbed his thigh, "Not necessarily," I
said.
    "But you're special," David said squeezing me.
    "That he is," Mark said taking David's arm from around me
and replacing it with his own. I kissed him, then put my head
on his shoulder.
    "Do you mind if I take a shower?" Kevin asked standing up.
    "No, of course not," I replied. "I'll get you a towel."
    "Thanks," he said and followed me into the hallway to the
bathroom.
    He took his shirt off as I got a towel out of the bathroom
closet.
    "Thanks for everything," he said and hugged me.
    "Are you going to talk to your parents?" I asked heading
for the door.
    I turned around with my hand on the door knob. He began
unbuttoning his jeans. "I hate to do this to them," he said
with a sigh. "But they won't listen," he said sadly and dropped
his jeans, he was wearing briefs, but they refused to hide the
bulge of his limp organ.
    "After the argument we had last night, I can't talk to
them, at least not for a few days," he said.
    "Well, if David's doesn't work out and you need a place to
stay," I said, "the couch is yours."
    "Thanks," he said and came over and hugged me again.
    "You know," he said smiling at me, "you're going to make
someone a good wife one of these days."
    "Well, thank you," I said.
    "I just wish I could find a girl like you."
    "You'd better get in the shower before you make me try
something that I'll regret," I said and reached up and kissed
him on the cheek. He pulled me to him and held me for a moment.
    "Thanks," he said closing the door as I left.

                                  Chapter VIII

    "I guess I'd better call Mrs Johnson back," David was
telling Mark when I walked back into the kitchen.
    "What are you going to say?" he asked.
    "I don't know," he replied with a sigh. "I hate to tell her
I found him at the Y, because she could simply check for
herself, if she hasn't yet."
    "That's right," I agreed. "Kevin told me he didn't want to
see them for a few days," I said. "Why don't you just tell them
that you couldn't find him?"
    David stirred his coffee for a moment, then threw the spoon
down on the counter, "Shit!" he exclaimed and got up and walked
over to the door. "Why the fuck can't they just get off of his
back?"
    I got the rag and cleaned up the mess. I sat down beside
Mark and looked at David. His strong, muscular back was to us.
I had the urge to go and hold him, but I didn't think Mark
would like it, so I put my arm across the back of Marks chair
instead.
    The silence was deafening as David stared out the door into
the back yard.
    I got up and went into the living room and made up the
couch, then went over and opened the drapes.
    "Oh shit," I whispered and ran back into the kitchen.
    "What's wrong?" Mark asked. David had sat back down.
    "Kevin's car is out in the driveway," I said. "We'd better
get it in the garage, so no one will see it."
    "You're right," David agreed and went into the hall.  We
heard the water running in the shower, then David's deep voice,
then the water stopped and David returned.
    "I've got the keys," he said. "If you open the door, I'll
bring it in."
    I went into the utility room and opened the door, then
pushed the garage door opener. David had ran out the front
door, and he drove into the garage. I closed the door as he
jumped out and came over to me.
    "I hope no one saw it," he said putting his arm around me.
"Thanks," he said hugging me.
    "You welcome," I said as he put his lips to mine.
    "You are really special," he said. "If you ever get tired
of Mark, you let me know."
    "I don't think I will, but I'll take you up on the offer if
I do." I pulled him close and hugged him then we went back into
the kitchen.
    The three of us went into the living room and sat down.
David on the love seat and Mark and I on the couch. Mark pulled
me into the curve of his arm with my back to him.
    A few minutes later Kevin came in from the hall, he was
buttoning up his shirt. He sat down beside David.
    "That's a lot better," he said. "Thanks."
    I nodded. "If you want to, you can take one too, David," I
offered.
    "Are you saying I stink?" he teased.
    "Yes," I replied smiling and I remembered how good he
smelled as he had held me in the utility room.
    He stood up and said he'd take one, and I went to the
bathroom with him to get him a towel.
    He closed the door behind me and pulled me into his arms.
    "Why don't you take one with me?" he asked as I tried to
push him away. His lips found mine and my body tingled as his
tongue probed into my mouth.
    I pushed him away, "I had mine with Mark this morning," I
replied.
    He stood and watched me as I got a towel for him and put
Kevin's in the clothes hamper.
    "You really love him, don't you?" he asked.
    "Yes I do," I replied. "And I'm not going cheat on him with
anyone."
    "And I feel the same way," Mark said as his warm arms
wrapped around me. I had my back to the door, so I didn't see
him come in.
    David sighed and shook his head. "Congratulations," he
said. "You're the first guy that's ever turned this body down,"
he put his hands on his hips.
    "It hasn't been easy," I said and Mark and I went back out
to the living room, closing the door behind us.
    "I'm proud of you," Mark said kissing me on the cheek as he
led me to the couch.
    "David didn't call Mom back, did he?" Kevin asked staring
out the window.
    "No," I replied snuggling up against Mark in the same
position we had been in before I had gone to the bathroom with
David.
    Kevin got up and walked over to the window and looked out,
then he turned around and watched as Mark rubbed my arm and
kissed me on the cheek and I rubbed his leg.
    He sighed and walked over to the table with the phone on
it, then picked up the receiver and dialed.
    He sighed again as Mark and I watched him. "Mrs Rigner?
this is Kevin, can I speak to Mom?...thanks....Mom just hush
and listen," he said angrily. "I'm not at David's and I'm not
at the Y. Go home and I'll call you when I get ready to talk.
It'll be a few days. Don't worry, I'll be going to school. I
love you, I just can't understand why you can't believe me." He
was crying as he slammed the phone down.
    "I'm going for a walk," he said and ran into David as he
headed out the door.
    David put his arms around him and held him and looked
puzzled over at us as Kevin cried on his shoulder.
    "What happened?" David asked worriedly.
    "I called Mom back," he said sobbing.
    David led him over to the love seat and they sat down,
holding each other. David ran his hand through Kevin's thick
hair and kissed him on the head.
    "You okay?" he asked softly as Kevin pulled back and dried
his tears.
    "Yeah, thanks for the shoulder," he said and looked up at
David. He let his eyes run down David's naked upper torso then
back up to his face and smiled.
    He reached over and took a mass of soft dark chest hair
between his finger and thumb and gently twisted it. "You know,"
he said softly, "maybe we should just stop fighting them."
    David took his arm and pulled him to him and held him
again. "Don't be ridicules," he said, "you're not my type."
    "You're not mine either," Kevin said trying to laugh as he
pulled away from him.
    David got up and walked over to the couch and picked his
shirt up off of the floor beside it. He put it on then set down
beside me.
    He put his hand on my leg, "Thanks for letting us spend the
night," he said again. "I think we should be going though."
    "Okay," I said.
    "Do you mind if we leave Kevin's car in the garage, so no
one will see it?" he asked standing up.
    "Of course not," I replied standing also.
    Mark and I stood on the porch and watched as they drove off
in David's car.
    Mark put his arm around me and we went back into the
living room.
    "Did you mean it when you said you weren't going to cheat
on me with anyone?" Mark asked as we sat back down on the
couch.
    "Of course," I replied and kissed him.
    He put his hand on my thigh and ran his warm hand up to the
bottom of my shorts leg. He put his finger under the edge and
began to rub the fabric gently. I leaned over and kissed him. He
pushed me back down onto the couch as he continued to kiss me. I
wrapped my arms around him and held him as we kissed.
    He pulled back and looked up at the clock on the mantle,
twelve thirty.
    "What do you say we go take a nap?" he asked giving me a
wink and a come on look that drove my body crazy.
    "Okay," I said.
    We went into the bedroom, the bed was still unmade, and I
took my clothes off as he took his off. We lay down on the bed and I
bent down and began kissing his organ.
    "I wonder if Kevin and David are going to do it," he said
as his organ began to get hard.
    "I doubt it," I replied.
    "You'd like to have David, wouldn't you?" he asked as he
got harder.
    I raised up and began kissing him on the mouth, "David
who?" I asked as we fell together on the bed.
    "Silly," he teased and spit on his fingers and put them
into my asshole.
    "Mm," I moaned as he moved them around inside of me.
    He spread my legs and lay down on top of me as he pushed
his organ deep into me. He slowly began to move in and out of
me. My body began to move with him. His warm body against mine and his
hot kisses made my body tingle. My own organ expanded and pressed
against him. His thrusts began to get more intense and I could tell he
was getting close. My own organ began to tremble. Mark kissed
me so gently, then he put his head down by my shoulder and I
pulled him even closer to me.
    "I'm here," he panted and as his warm seman filled me up,
my own organ exploded between us.
    He lay on top of me for a while kissing me, then he rolled
to the side an pulled me against him. He reached down and
pulled the sheet over us, and holding each other, we fell
asleep.

                                   Chapter IX

    "Jerry? Jerry, wake up."
    I opened my eyes to see David standing in front of me. My
head was still on Marks chest.
    "David? What's wrong?" I asked raising up.
    "Sorry to bother you," he whispered sitting down on the
edge of the bed, "can we go in the living room and talk?"
    "Sure," I said and got up and pulled on my robe. I noticed
it was three fifteen.
    Kevin was sitting on the couch when we got into the
living room.
    "We didn't know you'd be taking a nap," David said
apologetically, "or we wouldn't have come back so soon."
    "That's okay," I said sitting down beside him on the love
seat. "What's wrong?"
    "Kevin said you offered him the couch," David said
motioning to him.
    I nodded. "Yes, and it still holds," I replied.
    "We got to my apartment to find his parents waiting outside
in their car," David explained. "So we drove around a while,
had lunch, and went back. They were still there. So we came
back here."
    "I'll take care of the yard for you," Kevin offered leaning
forward.
    "Thanks, I need someone to do that," I said.
    "I promise it won't be long," Kevin said. "I just need to
stay away from my parents a few days."
    "What about school?" I asked. "What if they show up there?"
    Kevin looked from me to David then back before answering.
"I'm going to call the school and ask if I can get my homework
sent to the office and have David pick it up, so I won't miss
anything but being there," he informed me. "David agreed to do
it."
    "Then it sounds like it's all set," I said. "Do you have
any extra clothes, are will I be doing laundry ever day?"
    "I packed my bags when I left last night," Kevin said, "I
left them in my car."
    "No problem there either," I said. "You can use the closet
in the spare bedroom."
    "I'll just have to make sure that no one follows me out
here," David said standing up.
    "I guess I'd better be getting back to my apartment," he
added.
    He gave Kevin a hug, then smiling at me, he gave me one
too. "Thanks," he said.
    As he headed for the hall door, he bumped into Mark.
    "Excuse me," he said. "I was just leaving."
    Mark looked from me to Kevin, then out the window as David
jumped into his car and drove off.
    "What's going on?" he asked sitting down beside me.
    Kevin and I explained everything.
    "So you're going to let him stay here?" Mark said, it was
more of a statement than a question.
    "You don't mind, do you?" I asked.
    "No, it's your house, you do whatever you want," he
replied. "But I've been meaning to talk to you about something,
and this is going to make it even easier for Jerry to stay
here."
    "What?" I asked.
    He turned toward me and took my hands in his. "I've been
meaning to ask you if you'd mind having a roommate," he said.
"I'll just need to get up a little earlier to get to work on
time, but I wouldn't mind doing it for a while. The boss has
been thinking about moving an office out here, and I could talk
him into letting me open it up.
    "In the meantime," he continued, "I could stop by after
work and pick up Jerry's homework and bring it back, so David
wouldn't have to drive all the way out there everyday. And no
one would suspect me of anything."
    I put my arms around him and kissed him. "I'd love to have
you as a roommate," I said softly and kissed him again.
    "And this way I can make sure to keep you and David apart,"
Mark teased.
    "I really appreciate this," Kevin said coming over and
shaking Marks hand. Then he said, "Oh, what the fuck?" and
pulled Mark into his arms and hugged him.
    This action startled Mark, but he went ahead and hugged him
anyway.
    Kevin pulled back, "Thanks, both of you," he said. "I'm
going to get my suitcases," he said and headed for the kitchen.
    After Kevin got unpacked we were all sitting around the
living room, the TV was on, but I wasn't paying any attention
to it.
    I slid over and put my head on Marks right shoulder, he
pushed me away and sat up, "Not now, Jerry," he said quietly
and got up and went out to the hall bathroom.
    Kevin saw this and frowned but didn't say anything.
    A few minutes later, Mark returned, stopped at the door and
looked from me to Kevin, then turned and went out on the front
porch.
    I got up and followed him.
    Mark was sitting on the rail looking out over the front
yard. I walked over to him and put my arms around him.
    He stiffened and turned away, but didn't say anything.
    "What's wrong?" I asked softly.
    He turned back to me and sighed, then shook his head. "I
just realized something this afternoon," he said.
    "And what's that?"
    "I'm not gay," he said.
    "No one ever said you were," I said.
    He laughed. "I just let you sleep with me that first night
because I was horny," he said. "You've got characteristics that
are hard to find in women. And I've been looking for those
characteristics.
    "When Kevin gave me that hug, I knew then that I couldn't
live with you," he said. "I'm sorry," he said pulling me to him
as my eyes began to water.
    "I love you," I said holding him.
    "I know," he whispered and kissed me on the top of my head.
"But I can't love you," he pushed me back so he could look me
in the face. "You're a guy."
    "But you said you love me," I protested.
    "I love the characteristics that you posses. If I stay with
you, I'll wind up hurting you more than if I leave now. I'm
sorry," he said and turned away and opened his car door. "I'm
sorry," he said again. "I just can't." He got into his car and
drove away. I never saw him again. The branch office never opened.    
    "What happened?" Kevin asked as I walked back into the
living room. He jumped up when he saw I was crying and put his
arms around me.
    "He left," I sobbed into his warm chest.
    "Why?" Kevin asked as we sat down on the couch.
    "He couldn't handle being with a guy," I replied.
    "Then why did he do it in the first place?" Kevin asked
running his hand through my hair.
    "I don't know," I replied. "He said he was horny."
    "That's no excuse to hurt you," Kevin said angrily.
    "Don't worry about it," I said laying my head on his
shoulder. "It wasn't the first time, probably won't be the last
either."
    "I wish I had known before he left," Kevin said hotly, "I
would like to give him a piece of my mind."
    I looked up at him and smiled. There was fire in his dark
brown eyes. "Thanks," I said and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks for the shoulder, but I'll be fine."
    "You sure?"
    I nodded. "I'm sure.
    "Do you want any supper?" I asked changing the subject and
standing up.
    "Sure," he replied and I went into the kitchen.

                                   Chapter X

    I was just taking the roast out of the oven and shut the
door when I felt warm arms around me.
    I turned in them to see David standing there with concern
in his eyes. He had shaved, except for his mustache, and he was
wearing a pair of shorts and a clean half tee shirt.
    "Are you okay?" he asked.
    "I'm fine," I replied. "What are you doing here?" I asked,
then saw Kevin standing in the doorway.
    "I hope you don't mind," Kevin said walking over and
sitting down at the end of the breakfast counter.
    David pulled me into his warm arms and pressed his body
against me, then kissed me on the cheek. "What happened?" he
asked.
    I let my hands go up his shirt and rubbed his back as I
buried my face in his warm chest. Then, fighting back the
tears, I told him what had happened with Mark.
    "Damn him!" David said slamming his fist down on the
counter. "I knew he wasn't good enough for you. If I ever get my hands
on him...." he left the sentence unsaid and pulled me close to him
again.
    I let him hold me for a moment, then pushed him away.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" I asked changing the
subject.
    "Sure," he replied and helped me set the table.
    "Anything I can do?" Kevin asked.
    I felt like telling him he'd done enough by calling David,
but then, as I watched David and remembered everything that had
happened, I realized that I was glad he had.
    I showed him where I kept the glasses and he fixed the tea.
    We ate in silence, and my eyes kept wandering over to
David. My mind went back to that morning as he and Kevin lay in
bed and I remembered how big David was. I began to get
aroused, so I looked down at my plate and finished eating.
    After dinner, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and we
went into the living room.
    "That was a good dinner," David said putting his arm around
me.
    "Thanks," I said and walked over and sat down in the swivel
rocker. David lay down on the couch and Kevin the love seat.
    I turned on the TV and we sat and watched it for a while.
My eyes roamed over to the couch. David had kicked his tennis
shoes off and he lay stretched out. My eyes wandered from his
stocking feet upward, along the strong, tanned legs to the blue
shorts he was wearing. They paused there for a moment and
remembered what his organ looked like, as I stared at the
bulge, then continued on up to the soft patch of black hair on
his stomach, then on up to his strong face. His eyes met mine
and he smiled. I returned his smile and looked away.
    It began to grow dark with the passing of time, and I went
into the study and finished straightening it up. I left them to
watch TV in the living room. 
    It was about ten when David entered the room. "You okay?" he
asked.
    I was in the middle of a paragraph on a book I was working
on, so he startled me. "I'm fine," I replied smiling.
    "Mind if I spend the night?" he asked. "I don't want to
face the Johnson's if they're still waiting at my apartment."
    "How did you dodge them to get back here?" I asked turning
off my computer.
    He walked over and leaned up against the desk in front of
me. I had to fight the urge to reach up and run my hand through
that black hair on his stomach.
    "I snuck out the back way," he replied.
    "Oh," I said and got up. "I don't mind, if you don't mind
sleeping with Kevin again."
    I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he shook
his head and said he didn't. We went back into the living room. They
had closed the drapes and turned the lights on.
    I made up the sofa for them again, told them goodnight and
went into the hall and locked the front door.
    As I walked by the living room door, I looked in. David had
already taken his shirt off, and had just dropped his shorts,
along with his briefs, he didn't see me as I watched him climb
into bed.
    Kevin took his clothes off and climbed in next to him then
reached up and turned off the light beside the couch. I sighed and
went into the bedroom and took my own clothes off and got into bed.
    At first I tossed and turned, I had a real boner. I kept
thinking about Mark and what we'd be doing if he was here. Then
I remembered the two hunks in the living room, one of them there
for the taking. All I had to do was get up and go get him.
    I got up and went into the bathroom and turned the light on
and masturbated in front of the mirror. Imagining Mark was
standing behind me with his nine and a half inches inside of
me. I exploded into the sink.
    After cleaning up the mess I went back to bed.
    It hadn't helped, a few minutes later I was ready for more. I got
up and put my robe on, then went down the hall to the living room.
    They had left the curtains open by the fireplace, so the
moon was now shining in from outside. It fell on the bed and I
could tell that once again they were only partially covered by
the thin sheet.
    My body trembled with nerves and excitement as I slowly
started into the room.
    "Oh shit," David said as he rolled over onto his back. I
froze.
    "What's wrong?" Kevin asked.
    "I really wanted to fuck him," David said laying back down.
    "He wanted you to, too," Kevin said pushing the cover back
and taking his own dick in his hand.
    "You think so?" David asked as Kevin began to stroke his
rod.
    "Mm."
    David lay there watching as Kevin began to masturbate
slowly. Then after a few moments he began to stroke his own.
    "Shit!" David said and sat up. Kevin kept stroking.
    "David?" Kevin said softly.
    "Yeah?"
    I just knew that Kevin was going to ask him to help him.
    "Why don't you just go get in bed with him?" he asked
instead.
    "I can't," he replied. "If he falls in love with me I don't
want it to be on the rebound from Mark."
    "Then jack off," Kevin said as he continued stroking.
"Mm...It sure feels good."
    David sigh and lay back down and started to stroke his
meat. I watched as it got harder.
    After a few moments David raised up and bent down and
pushed Kevin's hand off of his member and took his friend in
his mouth.
    "What the fuck are you doing?" Kevin snapped. Then his tone
changed as David began sucking. "Ohhh..David, that feels good,"
he moaned.
    "I figured as long as you were going to masturbate, I might
as well help you," David said as he paused to stroke Kevin's
swollen member with his hand. "This don't make you gay, you
know."
    "Mm," he sighed.
    "Do you want me to join you?" I heard myself asked.
    I dropped my robe on the floor and lay down on the bed
beside them, and took David's swollen rod in my hand.
    Kevin smiled at me and David stopped what he was doing and
looked at me. He smiled and then pulled me up to his lips.
    His mustache was as soft as the hair on his body as my body
pressed against him.
    "Mind if I join you?" I asked again.
    "Not at all," Kevin replied. "David was just saying how
much he wished you'd come in."
    "I heard," I replied as Kevin took a hold of his organ
again.
    I made my way down David's warm body and tried to take his
hard rod into my mouth, he was at least twelve inches long and
eight inches thick, there was no way.
    I licked the head, then ran my tongue down the back to the
base and sucked his balls. Then I put my mouth over the hole
and started to lick the base of the head back and forth.
    "Ohhh...yeeees," David groaned.
    I looked over at Kevin, he was still stroking his swollen
member."
    "I want to fuck you," David said pulling me up to his lips
again.
    "I want you to," I said. "But be careful."
    "I will," he promised and turned me over on my stomach.
   David lubricated me and entered me doggie style, he was
huge. I thought my insides were going to split open, but he was
gentle and soon the lubrication took affect.
    As I reached over and licked Kevin, David lay down on my
back with his face next to mine.
    "You like that?" he asked kissing me on the cheek.
    Kevin stopped stroking and let me take over.
    "Mm hummm," I said as David reached around me and took my
organ in his hand.
    "You want it up your ass?" he asked referring to Kevin's
eight inches.
    "Mm hummm," I repeated as he began to stroke.
    I was sucking Kevin like I had Mark and David, and David
was fucking me and masturbating me like Mark had.
    I let my tongue run down the base of Kevin's cock and as I
did, David took it into his own mouth, swallowing the entire
eight inches. My mouth wasn't big enough to do that. Then he
began to suck.
    "Ohhh...shit..." Kevin moaned, pushing his hips up against
us. "What are you two doing?"
    I turned and kissed David on the cheek. Then I started
sucking Kevin's balls.
    David pulled up and started panting harder and shoving
his own monstrous rod deeper into me. I took Kevin back into
my mouth and continued sucking.
    Kevin began to moan louder and David began to shove and
pump hard.
    "I'm coming," Kevin moaned and shot his load down my
throat.
    At the same time David raised up and shoved harder into me,
and with a deep throated roar, I felt him expand inside me and
then he exploded.
    I felt my own juices coming right behind him and I raised
up and squirted all over Kevin's stomach.
    The three of us collapsed onto the bed.
    "Oh, shit guys," Kevin said as David pulled me against him.
    I rolled over on my back and David lay on top of me,
kissing me.
    "Do you still want him?" David asked looking over at Kevin.
    "I don't think I'll sit down for a week," I replied with a
sigh as my ass hole throbbed.
    Kevin ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "God
that felt good," he said. "All the tension built up over the
last few days just got released."
    "Good," I said kissing David again.
    I put my arms around him and held him tight. He lay down on
his back and I put my head on his warm, sweaty, hairy chest.
Kevin got up and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later he
returned. He had cleaned the cum off of his stomach.
    He lay back down and the three of us went to sleep.

                                   Chapter XI

    I couldn't move. I opened my eyes. The morning sun was
coming in from the windows by the fireplace. My head was laying on
Kevin's shoulder, his right arm was over his head and my body was
tight up against his. David was laying with his head next to mine and
his right arm over me with his warm body pressed tight against me.
What a way to wake up? Sandwiched between two hunks.
    David moved his hand down my body and kissed me on the
cheek. "Morning," he said softly.
    "Mm," I sighed pressing back against him. He moved back a
little pulling me around to face him and began kissing me on
the lips.
    "I love you," he whispered. I put my arms around him and
held him tight as I kissed him. He reached down and spread my legs,
his organ had reached it's peak and he spit on his fingers and stuck
them up inside of me.
    "Mm," I moaned as he ran his fingers around inside of me,
loosening my muscles.
    "You ready?" he asked moving over on top of me.
    "Mm hum," I moaned and he gently pressed his rod up into
my asshole.
    I began pressing against him with my hips and he slowly
began to pump into me. All the time we were french kissing. It was so
slow, and so good, my body tingled. I had to keep from moaning because
Kevin was sleeping next to us.
    David began to speed up and his kisses grew more intense.
"I'm coming," he panted and began to thrust harder.
    My own organ began to throb against his hard tight stomach.
I began to moan, I couldn't help myself.
    "I'm coming," he said again and pressing deeper into me, he
kissed me hard and I could tell he shot his load inside of me.
My own organ trembled and I had the best orgasm I had had since
the first time I was with Mark. I didn't come.
    He lay down on top of me and rubbed my hair and kissed me.
    After a few moments he stopped and looked over at Kevin. I
did too. Kevin had turned over on his side and lay there watching
us.
    I looked down and saw that he had an erection.
    David looked at him, then me, then smiling he asked, "Do
you want to try it, Kevin?"
    Kevin looked from me to David and back again. Then, shaking
his head, he turned over and got up and went out into the hall
to the bathroom.
    "I didn't think he would," I whispered kissing David again.
    "It would just make things worse if he did," David agreed
sadly. Not that he was sad that Kevin didn't fuck me, just that
he was sad he couldn't do anything to make the situation with
Kevin's parents any better.
    I rubbed my hands over David's strong back as we kissed
again.
    "I love you," David said and rolled off of me and pulled me
into his arms.
    My body responded by snuggling up close. I let my fingers
play with the soft warm hair on his chest. There was no way I
was going to tell him I loved him too. Not after what had
happened with Mark. He didn't seem to mind, because he just held me
and ran his fingers through my hair.
    "You two still in bed?" Kevin asked sarcastically when he
returned from the bathroom. He had taken a shower and gotten
dressed.
    "Hey! What's your problem this morning?" David demanded,
getting up and storming over to where Kevin had sat down in the
rocker. He stood before him, his limp organ only inches from Kevin's
face.
    Kevin pushed him aside. "Get that outta my face."
    David grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him to his
feet. I could see fear in Kevin's eyes. David relaxed and let go
of him. 
    "What's wrong with you?" David asked softly.
    The tears spilled over. Kevin grabbed David and buried his
face into his chest as he cried. David held him close and rubbed his
back. He kissed him on the top of the head and said, "It'll be okay."
    Kevin pulled back and looked up into David's face. "Oh
yeah?" he snapped. "How can it be? Mom and Dad have been
accusing me of doing what we did last night all this time, now
I don't have a leg to stand on. I guess I really am gay. Now
they can be happy that you proved them right."
    David sighed and looked at me, shrugged and went out into
the hall. I got up and put my robe on and went over and took Kevin by
the hand an led him to the love seat.
    "What did you do last night?" I asked softly.
    "I let you and David give me a blow job," he replied.
    "But what did you do to us?" I asked.
    "Well, nothing," he replied frowning.
    "So see?" I said. "You're not gay. If you were, you would
have been sucking and fucking us. And you wouldn't have passed
me up this morning when David offered me to you.
    "The only thing you did was let us make you feel good. A
girl can do that to you," I said. "Tell your parents that we
gave you head. Tell them you did nothing but lay back and enjoy
it."
    "I couldn't tell them that," Kevin said.
    "Tell them that if they can't accept you the way you are,
gay or not, that you don't won't anything to do with them," I
said. "My parents accept me the way I am. They love me for me,
not because I'm a writer, not because I'm gay. They love what's
in here," I said patting my chest. "If your parents can't love
you for you, then that's their problem, not yours. Okay?"
    Kevin smiled and nodded. He pulled me into his arms and
hugged me. I looked over his shoulder and saw David leaning up
against the door frame to the hall. He was still nude because
his clothes were laying beside the bed.
    "But I got horny watching you two at it this morning,"
Kevin said pulling away from me.
    "And you'd get horny if you saw two dogs out on the street
humping away at it too, wouldn't you?" I asked. He nodded.
"There's nothing wrong with that. That doesn't mean you want to
fuck the dog."
    He laughed and nodded again. "You're right," he said and
hugged me again.
    David walked over and sat down behind me.
    Kevin reached across me and rubbed his leg. "I'm sorry,
Buddy," he said.
    David stood up and pulled him up in front of me and hugged
him. David's cock was even with my face as he pressed his body
against Kevin's.
    I looked up and watched as David kissed him on the cheek
then turned toward me. He pulled me up and put his arm around
me and kissed me on the lips.
    "Do you mind if I use the phone?" Kevin asked as he watched
us kissing.
    I pulled away from David's warm lips and told him to go
ahead.
    "Hi Mom," Kevin said pushing the button to the speaker.
    "Kevin? Where are you? We've been worried sick."
    "I'm at Jerry's," he replied.
    "But I called there yesterday, David said...."
    "I've been here since Friday night," he interrupted.
    "But....but.."
    "No buts Mom, I told them not to tell you I was here."
    "Why haven't you wanted to talk to us?" she asked.
    "Mom, you won't listen," Kevin explained.
    "Okay, fine," she said with a sigh. "I'm listening. Talk."
    "Not on the phone," he said looking at the clock on the
mantle. He pushed the mute button as his mother asked where
then.
    "May they come out here?" he asked me.
    I looked at the clock and told him to tell her to be here
in an hour and a half.
    "Be here in an hour and a half," Jerry told her.
    "Okay," she said and they hung up.
    "I guess we'd better get a shower and shave," David said
getting up.
    After I took my shower and made the bed, I made some
sandwiches while David took his shower, then we sat at the
breakfast bar and ate while we waited for the Johnson's.
    Kevin sat and slowly played with his sandwich, tearing it
into little pieces before he put them into his mouth and ate
them. We could tell he was nervous.
    Finally, he put it down and pushed the plate away.
    "Would you two stay in the living room with us when they get
here?" he asked.
    "Sure," David said and reached over and squeezed his
shoulder.
    I put the dishes in the dish washer and had just made some
lemonade when the doorbell rang.
    The three of us went into the hall, David and Kevin went into
the living room and I went to answer the front door. At least we
weren't the only ones who were nervous. The lady standing there had a
worried strained look on her face. She was about forty and had blond
hair that she wore short against the back of her head.
    The man had brown hair and eyes, he was about the same
height as Kevin, I could tell where Kevin got his good looks.
They favored each other.
    "Mr and Mrs Johnson?" I asked.
    "Yes," Mr Johnson replied.
    "Won't you come in?" I asked awkwardly.
    "I thought your name was Jerry Marsh," Mrs Johnson said as
they walked into the hall and I closed the door.
    "It is," I replied.
    "No," she replied. "You're Ray Bennett, the author. I've
seen you on TV."
    "Right," I said with a sigh, my cover had been blown. "But
Jerry is my real name," I informed her. "Would you mind keeping
this our little secret? I don't want anyone to know where I
live now."
    "Okay, no problem," she said as I led her into the living room.    
David was sitting on the couch, and Jerry in the rocker.
    They both stood up as we entered.
    Mrs Johnson rushed into Kevin's arms and he held her. "I'm sorry,"
she said.
     "So am I, Mom," he said as his tears streamed down his cheeks.    
David and I sat down on the love seat.
    "We've done a lot of thinking since you left," Mr Johnson
said, "and we've decided that if we can't believe you about
this, then we won't be able to believe you about anything. And
you've never lied to us before."
    I let out a sigh of relief. I hadn't realized that I had
been holding my breath. David winked at me as I looked up at him.
    "Thanks," Kevin said hugging his father.
    Then he pulled back and looked over at us.
    "These guys have been real supportive," he said. "Jerry
here took me in even though he didn't know me, and offered me a
place to stay till I either found a place or got everything
settled with you two.
    "He also told me that if you couldn't accept me for me,
then I didn't need to worry about it, that's you're problem,
not mine," he added.
    Mr and Mrs Johnson looked at me wide eyed.
    "You know? he's right," Mr Johnson agreed nodding.
    "I just made some lemonade," I said. "Would anyone like
some?"
    "No thanks," Mr Johnson said. "I think we've imposed on you
enough. I think we should be going."
    "There's been no imposition," I assured them, but they
insisted, so I didn't argue.
    "I need to get my stuff," Kevin said heading toward the
hall.
    "I'll help you," I said following him.
    "Come back anytime," I told Kevin after I had helped him
pack his things.
    "I will," he replied and hugged me as his mother stuck her
head in the bedroom door.
    "Are you ready?" she asked.
    "Yes," he replied picking up his suitcases.
    David and I went into the utility room with Kevin and out
to the garage. As the door opened behind Kevin's car, we saw
his parents had parked behind his car.
    Kevin put the suitcases in the back end and opened the door.    
"Give me a call," David said hugging him.
    "I will," he said. Then gave me a hug.
    "Thanks again," he said and climbed in.
    After they had gone, we closed the door and went back into
the living room.
    "That's a relief," I sighed sitting down next do David on
the couch.
    "Sure is," he replied, and pulled me into his warm arms.
    His warm soft lips found mine and I put my arms around him
as we kissed.
    David picked me up and carried me down the hall to the
bedroom, then over to the bed.
    After laying me down, he pulled my shorts and shirt off,
and spread my legs. He rubbed my asshole with his fingers then, laying
down on top of me he entered me.
    "Oh yees, David," I moaned.
    I licked my lips as David kissed my neck and began to pump
slowly.
    I closed my eyes as his hard member stroked my asshole,
sending my body into orbit. David's lips found mine and we
french kissed as he fucked me.
    We were both so hot that it didn't take long before he sped
up and started to pant, I could tell he was getting close.
    "Oh shit," he gasped. "I'm coming."
    His hard meat thrust deeper into me as he shot his load.
    We lay kissing for a few moments then he rolled off of me
and pulled me against him.
    "Mind if I spend the night?" he asked softly. It was only
three o'clock in the afternoon.
    "Not at all," I replied kissing him.
    "Do I have to sleep on the couch tonight?" he asked.
    "Yeah," I replied teasingly.
    "The hell I am," he replied and rolled over on top of me as
he pushed me over on my back and continued kissing me.