Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 14:41:45 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Shawn, Chapter #12 SHAWN By Lee Mariner October 2002 DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy and depicts homosexual acts involving young men. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX AS IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. This work is copyrighted by the author and is not be reproduced or copied without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written consent of the author. Copyright: October 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Chapter #12 Rt. 9N is a state road and if you were in a hurry, not the roadway you wanted. It twisted following the contours of Lake George and the scenery was typical Adirondack Mountains. Small and large homes nestled in among the trees most with stonewalls along the highway with a break for the driveways. Family owned motels, small restaurants every now and then but I needed a gas station. The needle of the fuel gauge was hovering dangerously close too empty when rounding a curve I spotted a sign almost hidden in the trees...McDougel Family Service Center, 1 mile on left. Shawn moved a little mumbling in his sleep when I pulled off of the road onto the graveled parking area, relieved when I saw the sign, ATM inside. Pulling up to one of the 4 pumps, I started to get out when a tall good looking teenage dressed in a checkered flannel shirt, jeans and climbing boots popped out of the doorway leading into the restaurant/store. His shoulders were broad, his shirt and jeans fit like they had been tailored for him and he had dark brown hair and eyes. "Hi." He said smiling, brilliant white teeth flashing. "Fill'er up, high-test." "Yeah but . . . but." I sort of stammered. "We don't have self service out here in the country yet Mister." He said grinning. "Want me to check under the hood?" "It should be okay but go ahead. Where is your ATM machine and the men's room?" "ATM is inside at the back of the store, restrooms are out back, small building, you can't miss'em." He said putting the gas nozzle in the fill pipe. A small dining area was off to the left separated from the store to the right by and knotty pine half wall. There was an older attractive lady sitting behind a small counter and she stood when I walked in. From her appearance she was probably either the mother or sister of the boy servicing the SUV. "Good afternoon, how can I help you?" She said smiling. "Your ATM please. The young man outside said it was at the back of the store." "It's over by the cold drink machines. Anything else?" "A schedule for the ferry boats over too Burlington if you have it. I'm not sure of the times." "In the rack on the wall behind you by the door. You'll find brochures for just about everything in northern New York there. If your driving straight through, you have plenty of time to catch either the 5:35 or 7:40, it's the last one for the night. They don't start again until 9:15 in the morning if you miss that one." "Thanks." I said. "Who do I pay for the gas, you or the young man servicing my truck?" "Doug will come in and tell me when he is finished. Dad doesn't believe in the newer methods of pay at the pump, he still likes the personal service. Doug should be finished pretty quickly." Making the withdrawal from the ATM took a few minutes and when I returned to the front of the store, Doug was cleaning the windshield. "He should be finished by the time I get back from the men's rooms. He said they were out back." "You can use the door in the back instead of walking all the way around." She said, nodding towards the back of the small dining room. The restroom building was a short distance from the main building nestled in the trees and divided with signs over the doorways for men and women. The men's side had a single florescent tube in the ceiling with a single opaque window. Nothing fancy, single toilet, wash basin and wall urinal. I was milking the last drops from my cock when the door opened and Doug burst in unsnapping his jeans, pulling his zipper down. "Sorry but I was about to bust a gut filling your truck." He said snaking out about 5" of piss hard cock letting a stream of golden urine splash in the toilet. "God that feels good, almost as good as getting your rocks off. Jesus I had to piss." "It looks like it." I said still holding my semi-hard cock "Yeah. I told Mom how much gas you got. Your buddy sleeps like a log; he didn't even wake up when I shut the hood. Must have been having a good dream. I could see him clutching his crotch when I was cleaning the windshield." He said looking at me shaking his cock, milking it down, his eyes sparkling. "A good dream, clutching his crotch?" I said, my cock getting harder as I watched him milking his down. "Yeah, he must be as big as you are." He said moving a little closer pushing his jeans down his thick cut cock jutting out like a steel pole. His eyes gleamed and his breathing was getting heavier, He reached inside his jeans and pulled his heavy balls out, "You want it? I sure could use a good blowjob." I didn't say anything, dropping down on one knee squeezing my cock and opening my mouth. Doug shoved his cock between my lips groaning grabbing for my head. "Yeah man suck my meat, eat that cock." He groaned pulling my head closer his hips driving his cock in and out in a frenzy of passion. His thick brown pubic hair smelled like pine soap, his cock getting harder with each thrust of his hips. His pre-cum tasted sweet and I ran my hands up and down the back of his hard muscled thighs. My cock felt like it was about to burst when he stiffened, his cock jerking. I forgot about shooting my load, I wanted to drain his nuts taste his teenage juice. Grabbing his hard ass cheeks I held his cock in my mouth twisting and turning my tongue around his hard length tasting the hot cream gushing in my mouth and down my throat. He cried out, "yeah baby suck it, swallow my jizz, get it all. Jesus your hot." I drained his nuts and stripped the last drops with my lips as his wilting cock started slipping from my mouth. He was breathing hard and held me for a few seconds his hips still moving, hunching trying to keep his softening cock in my mouth. Standing up I started to kiss him but he moved his head away. "I don't do that." He said shoving his cock back inside his jeans. "Oh, you just like getting a blowjob." "Sure and you liked sucking me off. I spotted the gay sticker on your windshield and your buddy holding his hard cock. I see lots of guys with that sticker." "And that means you can get a blowjob when you see one of those emblems." I said feeling my cock softening a little, my nuts still aching. "Not always but you didn't object when I showed you what I got. Not as big as yours, only about 7" but its thick and most guys that suck on it like it." He said looking at my semi-hard cock and I tightened up making it jump. "Jesus you are big. How big does it get?" "A little over 8" Doug, feel it, it gets bigger." I said quietly. "Feel it getting hard like you do." Doug took my cock in his hand and started stroking it. My muscles tightened and I sucked air between my teeth. I wanted my cock in his mouth but a hand job was going to be all he was going to do. "Yeah man you are hot." He said, taking my cock in his trembling hand breathing heavy with his free arm around my waist holding tight. He was right, I was hot and my hips started driving my cock in his hand as he gripped it tight, my nuts were boiling. Doug stopped for a second and pulling his cock out shoved his jeans down, his cock was steel hard. He started jerking me off moving closer and holding me tight I held his cock tight as he started hunching driving his cock in and out of my hand. We both reached climax at the same time and when I felt his cock getting harder I put my hand over the head as his sperm started shooting. Doug was so hot he groaned gripping me tighter and bit my tit through my shirt sending a bolt of lightening through me. He milked my cock stripping the remaining drops and suddenly lowered his head his lips touching the head of my cock his tongue licking the last few drops he had squeezed up. I lifted my hips slightly, gasping, but he drew away. "There has to be a first time but I haven't sucked a guys cock. I got so hot watching your cock straining and feeling you jerking me off I wanted to see if you tasted like me, that's all." He said reaching for a handful of towels his eyes gleaming watching me lick his cum from my fingers. "Do I?" "Yeah." He said grinning and rinsing his hand off. "It's to bad you can't stick around, we've got a couple of cabins out back we rent out if you and your buddy would like to hang, it might be fun." "We share Doug. Have you ever been in bed with a man?" I said softly, cleaning up. "Nah, I haven't been in bed with anyone but I'd like to see what its like with you guys." "It probably would be nice Doug but Shawn and I are on our way too Boston and we're meeting some friends in Stowe tonight." "Shawn, that's your buddies name? What's yours, you already know mine, Mom must have told you." "Kevin and yes she did." "Kevin, I like that. Well Kevin, if you come back this way, I'll be here. I really enjoyed it and I would like to try it with you and Shawn." He said looking out the door before leaving, a smile on his face his eyes twinkling as he left. It took me a few more seconds to finish straightening myself up and I thought about what Paul had said. He was right, sex for sex's sake and I didn't feel guilty about it. Doug had propositioned me and he was nice. When I left the men's room I didn't see Doug but I did see the cabins he had spoke about up in the trees. They weren't very big and were almost hidden from view. Shawn was getting a drink from the fridge and some chips when I walked inside the store. "Hey Shawn, get me a drink while your over there will you?" "Sure thing Kev. Where's the men's room, do you know?" "Out behind the store, you can't miss it. I just used it. How much do we owe Mrs. McDougel?" "Gas, drinks and chips." She said entering the purchases in the cash register. "$42.97. Doug said you must have been on empty. Do you need a receipt?" "I'll meet you at the truck." I said as Shawn walked by leaving the drinks and chips on the counter. "No thanks. The credit card receipt is okay. Doug was right; it was almost empty when I pulled in. We hadn't fueled up since leaving Hartford. Doug, that's your brother's name?" "He's my son, 19 years old." "Your son and 19? I thought he was your brother." "Lots of people say that. You and your friend are probably not much older then him if I'm any judge." "Not much, about 4 years. Is he in college?" "Not this year, maybe next if business picks up a little." She said handing me the receipt and a pen. "Shawn and I are in Boston Univ. On our way there now, just taking the long way." I said handing her the receipt and pen after taking my copy off. "Boston Univ. Doug said he would like to go there or the University of Virginia but I don't know. They both are expensive. Well see though, he's a hard worker and saves his money. Here comes your friend. Don't forget the schedule and thanks for stopping in." "We might see you and Doug again Mrs. McDougel. A friend of ours has a cottage in Lake George and he has invited us back." "And we will probably take him up on his offer." Shawn said over my shoulder. "Doug would like that, not many young people his age here anymore. Mostly just tourists during season." She said a little wistfully. "He don't get out much what with running this place. You better get going Mr. Karper if you want to catch the 5:35 ferry, only one after that until morning remember?" "Yes mam, I do." I said removing two or three brochures from the rack. One showed the McDougel Family Service center with its address and telephone number stamped on the back. Doug was standing outside the door leaning against the building with one leg cocked up behind him his hand hanging over his crotch when we left the store. I'd seen that stance in movies and under streetlights on streets and in public parks and restrooms. "Have a safe trip guys, stop in again sometime if your back this way. We stay open all year." He said casually waving his arm grinning his eyes twinkling when we passed him. "That must be her son Doug." Shawn whispered as we walked to the truck. "He's cute." "He serviced the truck while you were sleeping. "Do you think he read us? He looked awfully sexy the way he was standing." "Probably the same way you read me Shawn when I stopped on the highway. Remember the gay emblem?" I said sliding behind the steering wheel. "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that. Might as well give him something to think about then." He said leaning over and kissing me on the cheek as we drove away from the pumps and glancing out the back window. * * * * * * * * * * In the late afternoon with the sun drifting too the west Ausable Chasm was dark and driving over the wide bridge we didn't get much of a look. Shawn was trying to look but not seeing that much except for the Ausable Chasm Motel and Visitors Center on the other side. The sound of the water running through the old powerhouse flumes and over the rocks was audible but with all of the trees and the sun so low you couldn't see much in the shadows. It was only 5 miles from the chasm to Port Kent and a ferry was pulling in just as we crossed the railroad tracks that ran from Montreal too Albany. Paying the toll we almost drove straight on the boat, there were only a few cars and some kid on a bicycle ahead of us. The snack and gift shop was open in the waiting room for people that didn't make the crossing in their cars and after we parked, we went upstairs. Shawn and I ordered two Bud's and after the girl behind the counter poured them into plastic cups we went out on deck and too the front of the ferry. The wind was blowing pretty hard from the movement of the boat and we stood leaning against the railing looking out over the water. The freshness of the wind felt good on my face and I could see the excitement Shawn was feeling in his face. "It's cool up here Shawn, we should have worn our jackets. Wanna go and get them, it's an hour trip across." "You can if you want, I like the feel of the wind the freshness of it." He said inhaling deep expanding his chest, his eyes sparkling in the waning light. "If you can stand it, I can." I said quietly looking at him, his eyes sparkling, the wind blowing through his hair. He inhaled deeply smelling the wind that plastered his shirt over his smooth muscled chest. The fabric outlined his nipples hardened by the wind blowing over them. "Jesus Shawn, aren't you cold? I'm freezing, lets go back to the truck. It gets a lot colder out here on the lake." "How about I hold you Kev?" He said taking my beer from me. Emptying them over the side he put the cups in a trashcan before moving behind me and folding his arms around my chest pinning my arms against me, holding me close. "Better?" He whispered in my ear. "Of course." I said lying my head back against his shoulder. "What if someone comes out and sees us?" "So they see us, what about it? Do you think they will throw us overboard?" "Just hold me tight Shawn, don't let go." "I won't unless you tell me to Kiev." "That might be a long time Shawn, hopefully a very long time." I said twisting around inside his arms and lifting mine around his small waist locking my fingers behind him in the small of his back. "Hopefully, why hopefully?" He asked his dark brown eyes looking into mine and brushing my lips with his. "It's just a figure of speech but we do have a lot that we need to talk about. Both of us going too school, living in Boston and the future for both of us." A long blast from the ferry's whistle interrupted and Shawn dropped his arms from around me. Lights on a small island on our left were passing by and we could see the stone breakwater off to our right. The ferry was gliding at slow speed into the slip for off loading. When we got back too the truck, the deckhands were dropping the barrier chains and lowering the ramp. It took only a few minutes and we were following traffic out of the ferry loading area and up a gravel drive. On the left was a seafood restaurant with an outside partially covered deck and we watched for signs giving directions to I89. The streets were narrow and crowded but it didn't take long before we were on Broad Street that cut through the middle of the University of Vermont. Students like students everywhere were crossing the street paying little attention to on coming traffic. Burlington was an all college city but larger then the capital Montpelier. Once we were on I89, it was a short 45-minute drive and we were pulling off on the ramp leading to State Rt.100. Shawn spotted Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream on the hill at the bottom of the ramp. He was like a little kid. "Ben and Jerry's Kev!!" He said excitedly. "I didn't know they were in Vermont, think we can go up there? I love their ice-cream." "Don't see why not but that place can wreck your waistline." I said turning left on 100. "Yeah but their Butterscotch Ripple is the best. We can always work it off or in bed, take your pick." He said twisting in his seat, moving closer, his eyes sparkling and a mischievous grin on his face. "In bed and don't start warming up now Shawn, this is a two lane road not an interstate." I said feeling his hand on my thigh. The Black Hawke was on the right just about where Mark had said it would be. A large lighted sign with the name emblazoned in gold was at the drive entrance and the house, a 3 story Victorian, was about 100 yards back from the road. Hidden floodlights lit the front of the impressive gray and black exterior. Huge trees stood on either side of the drive like sentinels and in the darkness it was obvious the grounds were well kept. The SUV's tires crunching on the gravel drive must have attracted the attention of an elderly couple that came out on the wide porch and they stood at the top of a set of wide steps leading up from the short gravel walkway. Parking at the top of the circular drive Shawn and I got out as who must be Mr. Corey descended two or three steps. "Mr. Karper, Mr. Malone? I'm Elwin Corey and this is my wife Celia, we've been expecting you. Mr. Michaels called and said you would be coming. Welcome to the Black Hawke." "Nice meeting you and Mrs. Corey sir." I said as Shawn and I shook hands with our hosts. "You've heard from Mr. Michaels then?" "Earlier this evening. He said you were coming and that he and his nephew would be here about 9PM or so, they should be along soon. Let's unload your luggage and then we can show you your room, I'm sure you will like it, it's right next to Mr. Michaels." After we had unloaded our luggage, Mr. Corey directed me to where I could park and he and Shawn waited while I parked the SUV. Mrs. Corey had already gone inside while we were unloading and parking. The steps were built with a gradual ascent but I wondered how handicapped managed not seeing a ramp way and I asked Mr. Corey. "Aren't you required to have handicap facilities Mr. Corey?" "Yes we are. There is a handicap entrance on the side with a lift. I think Mr. Michaels has some changes in mind though and the access way will be built off of the back where a lift will not be needed." "You certainly have a beautiful home Mr. Corey, have you and your wife been here long?" Shawn asked "Four generations of my family have lived on this land. Celia's family owned the land next to ours but they sold out a few years back. Mrs. Corey and I hate selling but these Vermont winters are getting to be more then older folks can bear. We don't have any children and the expense and labor needed to operate the place are getting more expensive every year. Mr. Michaels made a handsome offer and we decided it was time too move on. I have a brother and sister-in-law that live in Winter Park, Florida, that's where we will be settling after our contract with Mr. Michaels expires next year. We agreed to stay on until he gets a staff selected and trained in addition to the two youngsters that helps us now." "It sounds like you and your wife would rather stay." I said quietly, noticing a slight wistful tone in his voice. "We would, no one likes leaving where they have lived all of their lives but times and conditions are changing. Here is your room. Mrs. Corey has a small buffet set up on the side porch when your ready." He said opening the door for Shawn and I. "Thanks Mr. Corey, we'll be down shortly." I said following Shawn into the room. * * * * * * * * * The room Mr. Corey had shown us too was large and airy with its own bath. The furnishings were not luxurious but extremely comfortable. A large four-poster bed dominated the room and there was a small entertainment center on the opposite wall with a 15" color television, a drop down desk with chair and three shelves. The shelves in the unit contained several books with non-descript titles more for show then reading and a ceramic figure or two. Two Queen Anne style chairs covered with an Early American print fabric with a floor lamp and small table between them stood in one corner and a 4 drawer bachelor chest completed the furnishes along with throw rugs partially covering the hardwood floors and a few prints of local scenery on the walls. A small closet for hanging some clothing was beside the bathroom door. The bathroom was more or less standard. Black and white tile floor with an in tub shower, commode and a porcelain pedestal style washbasin. The lower half of the walls were covered in white ceramic tile while the upper half had been painted in a light gray. Two towel racks held big soft fluffy black towels and gray face and hand towels. "Nice room Kev but that shower is going to be a little tricky with the both of us using it." Shawn said chuckling under his breath. "You mean at the same time don't you? I think we can manage unless you want to shower alone." I said grinning at him. "Not just yet." He said pulling me to him his lips covering mine in a long slow kiss and I slipped my arms around his neck. My cock started swelling matching his while our tongues twisted and searched already known delights. I felt Shawn's muscles tighten as he drew me closer grinding his hard cock against mine. His heart and mine beating like trip hammers and my senses were reeling with desire feeling his hard muscled body against mine. I pulled my head away breaking the intensity of his kiss and his eyes were shining with the same desire I was feeling. Gazing into his dark limpid eyes and sighing deeply I said softly, "Do you really know how much you effect me Shawn? What you make me feel like inside when you hold me like this? I can't get it out in words just how much I want you, need you." "You forgot love Kev. Remember, I told you that I fall in love with you more each time I look at you. I don't care who we go too bed with, Mark, Paul, Erik, whoever Kevin. I love you and only you. It's that simple, no one else matters. Can I live without you? Sure but I don't want to. I didn't really know what loving someone was until we met and it's not sex or your body, it's you. I don't care how much money you have or how many houses you might own, it means nothing to me. I love you not that stuff." He said quietly rubbing my nose with his. The scene at the gas station flashed through my head and I wondered if he knew about Doug. For a brief moment I almost told him but then I thought why, he had pretty well said everything I felt. "Shawn Malone, you take my breath away. Jesus I love you." "I've known that Kev, I just want you to realize how much you mean to me that's all. The good Lord willing we have a long road ahead of us." Kissing him softly and looking in his eyes I said "I know. But right now I think we better go downstairs don't you? Mark and his uncle should be here soon." * * * * * * * * *