"Shipwrecked"  Copyright 1997 by Mathis B. Rogers

This is a Gay Adult Short Story.  If you are not of age in your
country, 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 resemblance of such is purely coincidental.

Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome.  Send them via
email to Mathis B. Rogers <mathis@mathisbrogers.com>


                           Shipwrecked
                               By
                        Mathis B. Rogers
                         Copyright 1997

    "Hurry, Brad!" I called as there was a knock on the door of our
apartment.  "They're here."
     "Shit.  Okay, I'm coming," he replied from the bedroom.     
I opened the door.  "Hi, Mrs. Peterson," I said, smiling at her.
     She was in her mid-forties and wore her blond hair short.  Her
blue eyes were filled with worry as she looked at me.  "Sorry we're
late, Kris," she said.  "There's a traffic jam on the freeway.  All
the rubber-neckers are slowing down everything both directions, so
we might not be able to get through to get to the marina on time. 
I can't believe there's this much traffic on a Saturday morning,
anyway."
     "It's okay, Mrs. Peterson," I replied.  "The shorts that Brad
wanted to wear had a hole in them, so he decided he was going to
sew them up himself.  Unfortunately, as you know, that is something
he has never learned how to do.  By the time he realized he wasn't
going to be able to do a successful job of it, it was time for you
to get here, so he resigned and decided he'd better finish getting
ready.  While he was in the shower, I mended the shorts for him. 
It's a good thing you were late because he just got out of the
shower."
     "Are you telling on me, Kris?" Brad asked, pulling a red
fishnet shirt on over his head as he entered the room.  He was
wearing the tight red shorts that I had mended for him and a pair
of old worn out tennis shoes without socks.
     "Yes, I am," I replied.  I couldn't believe how good-looking
Brad was.  His brown hair was still wet from his shower.  His brown
eyes sparkled as he kissed his mother and grinned at me.  "Don't
believe a word he says, Mom," he said.
     She ran her eyes approvingly over her youngest son's muscular
body and smiled.  "I know you too well, Bradley," she said.  "I
know Kristopher is telling the truth."
     Brad picked up the two suitcases I had already set beside the
door.  "Do we have everything?" he asked, changing the subject.   
     "Yes.  Except for you, we're ready."
     Brad leaned close to me as his mother turned and started
toward the car where his dad waited for us.  "I'll get even with
you for that remark, babe," he whispered.
     "I can't wait," I replied, kissing him quickly on the lips.  
     Pulling away, he looked nervously out the door.  Luckily, his
mother had blocked his father's view of us and her back was to the
door.  "Don't do that.  Remember, they don't know I'm gay."     
     "Okay, fine.  Let's go," I replied, pushing him out the door. 
I locked the door and followed him to the car.  This was going to
be an interesting trip, especially since we couldn't keep our hands
off each other.  Brad's parents had bought a two-bedroom house boat
the week before and had invited us and Brad's twin brother, Chad,
who was three minutes older, to spend Father's Day weekend out on
the lake with them.  I was invited because Brad and I had been
roommates for almost two years now and they knew we did just about
everything together.  I was surprised that they didn't know we were
lovers, but we had never touched each other while they were around
except for "accidental" bumps.
     Mr. Peterson turned in his seat and looked Brad up and down as
we climbed into the car.  "No wonder those shorts had a hole in
them, son," he said.  "They're so tight that they'll split if you
get a boner.  Couldn't you find any decent clothes to wear?"
     "Thanks, Mom," Brad chided, before turning to his father. 
"You shouldn't talk like that in front of Mom, Dad."
     Mr. Peterson turned around and adjusted his seat belt.  "Why
not?" he asked.  "She knows what a boner is.  Hell, if she didn't
enjoy playing with mine, you wouldn't be here."   I was sitting
behind Mrs. Peterson, so I couldn't see her reaction, but she
didn't say anything and continued to look forward.
     "You'd better watch it, Dad," Brad said.  "If you keep talking
like that, she might not want to play with it any more."
     "Well, at least maybe dressing like that, some girl on the
dock will take an interest in you," he said, ignoring Brad's
comment.  "Haven't seen any girls hanging around you since high
school."  He started the car and drove out into the service road of
the freeway.  
     "Hope that frigging wreck's been cleared by now," he grumbled. 
Why did I get the feeling this was going to be a bad idea?
     I glanced over at Brad.  He had slumped in the corner behind
his father and lay his head on the back of the seat.  His legs were
spread wide apart and I could see the outline of the bulge that I
enjoyed playing with so much, through his tight shorts.  I smiled
as I remembered the first time I had seen him.  I had gone to a
party at a friend's house.  I wasn't a party person, so I wasn't
having a very good time.  Brad walked in about half an hour late
and everyone in the room flocked to him.  It had been in the early
fall and the evenings were cool, but not yet cold.  He was wearing
a black leather jacket, which he had left open to revel his smooth,
bronzed, muscular body.  He also wore a tight pair of black shorts
and a pair of black leather dress shoes with white socks.  He was
a hunk.  I saw right through him though.  He was an asshole.     
He forced the crowd of admirers aside and made his way to the bar,
where the bartender handed him a bottle of beer and kissed him on
the lips.  He glanced over at me and I rolled my eyes, sighed and
looked away.
     After an hour or so, I had the bartender refresh my Sprite. 
While I was waiting, Brad accidentally bumped into me when someone
tried to grope him and he attempted to dodge their advance.     
"I'm sorry," he said, trying to catch his balance.  He looked at me
and put his arm around me and pulled me over to the corner away
from the crowd.  "I am so sorry.  Are you okay?" he asked.  Was
that genuine concern in those beautiful brown eyes?
     "I'm fine," I replied. 
     "I just hate parties like this," he said, looking around as
the guy who had made the advance scowled at me and sat down on the
edge of a bar stool.
     "Why'd you come then?" I asked.  I hoped he didn't ask me the
same question.
     "My friend Dan, is throwing it and I really like him, so I
came."
     "That's the same reason I'm here," I admitted.
     "How long have you known Dan?" he asked, picking up my drink
off the bar and handing it to me.
     "Thanks.  Forever," I replied.  "We met in first grade and
grew up together."
     "I just met him a couple of months ago.  He's okay, but not my
type."
     "Mine either.  He's like a sister to me."
     "Wanna dance?" he asked, setting his empty bottle on the end
of the bar.
     "Sure," I replied.
     He was a good dancer.  "By the way," he said, pulling me
against him, "I'm Brad Peterson."
     "Kris Brown," I replied.
     "Nice meeting you," he said.
     "Same here."
     We danced to several songs.  The other guys in the room
continued dancing but kept giving me hateful looks.  Brad growled
at one guy as he led me out onto the patio.  "Do you know these
guys?" I asked.
     "Yeah, they all hang out at the Ritz.  Every time I go in
there, they flock to me like flies on shit.  I always go home alone
and that really pisses them off."
     "Ever think that maybe if you wore a shirt and a pair of
pants, they'd leave you alone?" I asked and took a sip of my drink. 
     His brown eyes twinkled as he smiled at me.  "Why do you think
I dress this way?" he asked.
     "Just to get everyone horny and leave?" I asked.
     "You got it, babe," he said.
     We walked over to the edge of the yard and sat down on a bench
and watched the sun set.  He was so easy to talk to.  I found out
that he had just graduated from the same college I had gone to.  We
had actually graduated the same day; he in the morning, me in the
afternoon.  Brad said he had his first gay relationship in junior
high, but hadn't come out to his parents yet.  He was the same age
I was; twenty-four.  His birthday was three days before mine.     
The more we talked, the more I realized that my first
impression had been wrong.  He really was a nice guy.
     After it had grown dark, Brad wrapped his arm around me and
led me back into the living room as another song began.  He pulled
me closer to him and we dirty danced for a while.  When the song
finished, to my surprise, he grabbed me, spun me around and shoved
me against the wall.  "You can slap the shit out of me if you want
and I won't hit you back," he whispered with his face close to
mine, "but I want to take you home and fuck you."
     I could see the fire of passion in his brown eyes.  I was so
stunned, I didn't know what to do or say.  Before I could reply, he
grinned and added, "But you'll have to drive because I've had too
much to drink."
     That was all he needed to do and say.  That was the first time
I'd seen that grin and I was hooked from that moment on.  Anything
he ever wanted me to do, he just had to grin that grin and I
melted.  I ran my hands underneath his jacket and wrapped my arms
around him and pulled him closer to me as I kissed him gently on
the lips.  The kiss lingered, then turned to passion.  He was so
hot.  I pressed my body against him as we kissed and he pushed me
right up against the wall.
     Except for the music, the room grew quiet.  Since I was
standing against the wall, I could see the group over his shoulder. 
They had all stopped dancing and talking and were staring at us. 
I pushed him away and he took a deep breath.  "I'll take that as a
yes?" he asked, hopefully.
     I nodded and he turned to face the mob.  He wrapped his arm
around me and we started for the door.  I glanced down and noticed
he had a major hard on and his tight shorts didn't do much to cover
it.  From where I stood, I could see the head of it trying to
escape the flimsy material; he wasn't wearing any underwear. 
Everyone in the room was checking him out, too.  He didn't cover it
with his hand, but he hurried me through the crowd.  
     Dan met us at the kitchen door.  "Thanks for the great party,
Dan," Brad said and kissed him on the cheek.  "We'll call you
later."
     I waved at Dan and we rushed out the door.  Brad hadn't lost
his boner that night until I had sucked him off twice and he had
fucked me three times.  Then he had collapsed with exhaustion and
fallen asleep on top of me.
     Brad moved in with me the following weekend.  We had been
together ever since, but I hadn't let him go back to the Ritz.  We
saw Dan occasionally, but only on quiet social visits, not at
parties he threw.

     I felt a warm hand close over mine and I looked up into Brad's
eyes.  "We're here," he said.  I looked at those full luscious lips
and almost kissed him before realizing where we were.
     Mr. Peterson was getting their luggage out of the trunk when
Brad and I joined him.  "I don't know why you have to pack for a
week just to spend a weekend on the lake,  Martha," he grumbled as
he lugged two heavy suitcases out of the car.  "We're not even
going to see anyone out there.  If Chad, Brad and Kris weren't with
us, we wouldn't even need clothes."
     Mrs. Peterson got her over-night bag out of the trunk and
ignored him.  Brad grabbed our suitcases and I closed the trunk.  
   I reached down to take mine and our hands touched.  He looked at
me and smiled.  "I've got them," he said, softly.
     Mrs. Peterson followed her husband down the walk way and I
followed her.  Brad walked behind me.
     'The Dream Machine' was moored at the end of the dock.  It was
in desperate need of paint.  "Is this going to float?" I whispered
to Brad as I stepped on board.
     "It did last weekend," Mrs. Peterson replied before Brad could
respond.  I had hoped she hadn't heard me.
     "There's a couch in the living room that makes a bed," Mr.
Peterson informed us.  "Since Kris is our guest, Brad, you can
sleep on it and let him have the bedroom.  Chad should have been
here by now if he was coming.  He wasn't sure when we talked to him
earlier."
     "Okay," Brad replied without protest.
     'The Dream Machine' had been a nice boat in its day.  It could
be again with the proper maintenance.  I was surprised that Mrs.
Peterson would let her husband buy it in the shape it was in.  She
had always had good taste.  Her house was immaculate and well
decorated.  This must have been something he had talked her into by
getting her drunk or something.
     Mr. Peterson unlocked the cabin door and led us into the
kitchen.  I was pretty sure they called it a galley instead of a
kitchen, but it was a houseboat, so maybe not.
     The kitchen - or galley - had been recently remodeled and
looked almost new.  We passed the dining area, which was no more
than a built-in booth on each side of the walkway, and continued on
into the living room.  The living room had also been remodeled and
looked almost new.  The furniture looked comfortable.  Since
everything looked almost new, I figured that must have been why
Mrs. Peterson had agreed to buy the boat.  At the back of the
living room was a door.  Mr. Peterson set one of the suitcases down
and opened the door.  "Upstairs is the master bedroom," he said,
picking up the suitcase and heading up the stairs.  "Downstairs is
the guest room.  The bathroom is to the right, here."
     Mrs. Peterson went down the stairs and I stepped through the
door.  The stairs going up began right next to the ones going down.
To the right was another door that was open and I could see that it
was a bathroom, but there wasn't a bathtub, just a shower stall. 
There was a closet underneath the staircase.
     I followed Mrs. Peterson down the stairs.  She had turned on
a light in the room by the time I reached the top of the stairs, so
I had no problem seeing my way down them.  
     It was obvious that the bedroom was underneath the living
room.  A double bed set against the back wall and a dresser to the
right, underneath a port hole.  There were three port holes on the
outside wall of the room, but they were almost under water, so
there wasn't much light allowed to come in them.  The inside wall
was a closet with two sliding doors that ran the length of the
room.  There was a winged-back chair setting in the corner across
from the door, facing the bed.  To my surprise, this room also
looked freshly remodeled.
     Brad set our suitcases in the closet, closed the door and
looked around.  "This is nice, Mom.  Why isn't the outside this
nice?" he asked, collapsing on the bed.
     I si down in the winged-back chair.  "The previous owner said
there was a fire in the kitchen a couple of years ago," Mrs.
Peterson said, leaning up against the edge of the dresser.  "He
said his dad got enough money to just about rebuild the whole
thing.  He actually did get all but the outside remodeled, but he
died of a stroke before he had a chance to finish it.  His son, the
man we bought it from, lives in Arkansas and doesn't have any use
for it or the time to finish it.  So, we bought it as is.  Your
father thinks he can finish it."
     "I can too, if you, Kris and Chad will help me," Mr. Peterson
said, entering the room.  I was thankful that there was a door at
the bottom of the stairs that could be closed.  Anyone who came
down the stairs wasn't able to just walk into the room by stepping
off the staircase.
     "I don't know about Chad and Kris," Brad said, clasping his
hands behind his head, "but I'd be glad to."
     I knew that the paint that was on it now would have to be
stripped off.  That was not something I would enjoy doing. 
However, I would be with Brad, so that would make it worth it.    
     All eyes were on me.  Mrs. Peterson's back was to Brad and Mr.
Peterson stood in the doorway at an angle where he wasn't facing
him, either.  Brad made a pass at me and grinned and I melted.  He
knew how to make me do anything he wanted me to, just with those
beautiful brown eyes and that grin.   "Well don't look at me," I
feigned protest, "I don't know about Chad either, but I'd be happy
to help."
     Brad smiled and sat up.  "Thanks, buddy," he said, standing. 
He only called me buddy in front of his family.  Any other time it
was sweetheart, babe or honey.
     I got up and walked toward the door.  "We do appreciate it,
Kris," Mr. Peterson said, offering me his hand.  I shook it and
smiled.  I knew I was going to regret this.
     "Now we'd better get launched before we waste all our time
down here jawing," Mr. Peterson said to my surprise as he turned to
head up the stairs.  "We aren't going to start stripping the paint
this weekend.  We can do that next weekend.  This weekend we're
going to relax and enjoy it.  Tomorrow's Father's Day and I'm not
about to do any work on my day."
     We had just reached the top of the stairs when we heard, "Ship
ahoy!" from outside.
     "'Bout time you got here, Chad," Mr. Peterson said, opening
the cabin door for him.  
     Chad, Brad's identical twin brother, was a lot more bashful
than Brad.  He wore a colored T-shirt and a pair of boxer type swim
trunks; the type that had built-in net underwear.  He also didn't
see the sun as much as Brad did, so it was easy to tell them apart
by their suntans.  I was thankful for this because it kept me from
accidentally kissing Chad instead of Brad, when I thought Brad and
I were alone.  Their voices were identical, too.
     Chad grinned at his father and hugged him.  "I wouldn't miss
this for the world," he said.  
     "Well, you poked around so long to get here," Mr. Peterson
said, "I gave away your bed to Brad, so you'll have to sleep with
him on the couch or on the floor."
     I glanced at the couch; it was only a double.  Chad and Brad
were six feet tall and weighed at least one-hundred ninety pounds
of mostly muscle.  I knew they wouldn't both fit on the couch, at
least not without breaking it.  "Since both the couch and the bed
downstairs are doubles," I said, "and I'm so much smaller than they
are, why not let Chad sleep up here and Brad can sleep downstairs? 
We'll both fit on the double downstairs, or I can sleep on the
floor if he doesn't want me sleeping with him," I said, glancing at
him.
     I hoped his family didn't see the twinkle in his eyes as he
replied, "I don't mind if you don't, Kris, but are you sure that
you wouldn't rather me sleep up here and you sleep down there with
Chad?  I mean, after all, you and I spend so much time together
during the day, you might not want to sleep with me, too."
     Chad put his hand on my shoulder before I could answer.  I
looked up into his eyes as he said, "If you don't mind, Kris, I'd
rather not sleep with you.  You're cute and all, but I do better in
bed by myself."
     "No wonder we can't get any grand kids, Martha," Mr. Peterson
said.  "One prefers to play with himself and the other spends so
much time with his male roomy that he can't find a girlfriend. 
Hell, he might as well be doing his male roomy."
     Brad shot me a look of horror that I hoped no one saw.  At
least his father hadn't seen it; he had thrown his hand up in the
air and stormed outside.
     "Why don't you put your suitcase in the closet under the
stairs, Chad?" Mrs. Peterson asked, changing the subject.
     "Good idea," he replied.  Brad moved over next to me and Chad
carried his suitcase into the area where the stairs and bathroom
were.
     "I'll go help Dad get us out of here," Brad said.  He let his
body brush against me as he walked by.
     "I'll help," I offered, following him.
     Brad hopped onto the dock, untied the line and threw it to me
as Mr. Peterson started the engine.
     The wind began to get stronger as we waited for the engine to
warm up and the boat began to rock in the water.  "Be careful," I
called, reaching for Brad's hand.  He reached for me and almost
missed the boat as he jumped back on board.  I stepped forward a
little too close to the edge and he landed right on top of me,
sending us both crashing to the deck.  All one hundred-ninety
pounds of mostly muscle knocked the wind out of me.  At only five-
seven and one hundred-thirty pounds, I wasn't much padding for him
to land on.  Brad had lain on top of me this way several times in
the past year, but had never jumped on top of me and knocked the
wind out of me to get there.
     "I'm sorry, babe," he said, worriedly, scrambling to his feet
as Chad and his dad rushed to make sure I was okay.  If they heard
him call me 'babe' they didn't comment and we couldn't tell.
     "Are you okay, Kris?" Chad asked, helping Brad help me to my
feet.
     Gasping for air, I bent over to catch my breath and nodded. 
"I'll be fine," I gasped.
     Mr. Peterson forced me to stand up straight and put my hands
behind my head.  It wasn't the position I wanted to be in.  I
wanted to bend over.  He pulled my shirt off over my head, handed
it to Brad and pressed gently on my ribs.  "Easy, Dad, he's
ticklish," Brad said as we all tried to maintain our balance.     
     Ignoring his son, he asked, "Does that hurt?"
     "No.  I'm fine now," I replied as my lungs replenished
themselves with air.  
     "Good," Mr. Peterson said.  "Now let's get out of here before
we smash against another boat or the dock."
     I put my shirt back on and Brad put his arm around me and
guided me up to the wheel.  With Chad and Brad on either side of
me, we held onto the rail and watched Mr. Peterson back the boat
away from the dock.
     Black clouds started rolling in as we headed out toward the
center of the lake.  "Are you sure this is a good idea, Dad?" Chad
asked, worriedly.  
     "Yes, it'll be fine," he replied.  "The weather forecasters
said it's just going to rain a little then it will pass.  There are
no advisories.  We'll be fine."
     Brad and I exchanged worried looks and shared them with Chad. 
"I'm going to check on Mom," Chad said.
     "Good idea," Mr. Peterson said.  "Get her to fix some lunch,
we'll be ready for something to eat by the time we get away from
this storm."   Now he was admitting it was a storm, I noted.  Brad
got on my left side and put his hand on my right shoulder and we
followed Chad into the cabin.  Mrs. Peterson had sat down at one of
the tables and was hanging on for dear life.
     "Are you okay, Mom?" Chad asked, sliding in next to her.     
"Yes.  It's supposed to just blow over.  We'll be fine," she said. 
She looked a little peaked.  I was surprised that she was agreeing
with her husband for a change.  Maybe it was because she hadn't
heard him say the same thing.
     Brad sat me down across from them and went into the living
room and returned with a battery operated radio and five life
jackets.  "Put these on," he said, handing us each one.  He set the
radio on the table and put his life jacket on.  "I'll be right
back," he said.  He took the other life jacket outside to his
father.
     I turned the radio on; Brad returned a moment later.  "I
didn't hear anything about a storm coming in," he said, sitting
down next to me.  The booth wasn't made for two people on each
side, so it was a tight squeeze for us.  Brad's leg was right
against mine.  I knew that his brother and mother couldn't see
under the table, so I placed my hand on his inner thigh.  He acted
like he didn't notice as he took the radio from me and searched for
a local radio station that might give the weather, but he pressed
his leg against mine to let me know that he was glad my hand was
there.
     "A freak storm has just blown in from the north," an announcer
came on.
     "There," Chad said.  "Leave it there."
     "If you are out on the lake, you need to get in as soon as
possible," the announcer continued.  "This storm is producing high
winds up to sixty miles per hour and a possibility of large hail. 
Though it has not yet started raining, flooding is possible in low
lying areas."
     "We've got to get back in," Brad said, shoving the radio into
my left hand, which I had lain on the table.  My right hand still
rested on his inner thigh.  I moved my hand and he jumped up and
staggered outside, the boat was rocking harder than it had been
when he had taken the life jacket to his father.  A gust of wind
caught the door and blew it back open; Chad jumped up to grab it as
the rain started.  I was worried to death about Brad, but knew it
would be foolish for me to rush outside after him.  Chad held the
door shut while we waited to hear Brad or their father knock on the
door to come back in.  
     I looked across the table at Mrs. Peterson; her face had a
green tint to it.  "Do you need to throw up, Mrs. Peterson?" I
asked, worriedly.  I was in the direct line of where it would go if
she did.
     Chad latched the door and grabbed a paper sack out of a
drawer.  He held it to his mother's mouth just as she nodded and
let it spew.  "That was close," Chad said as his mother took the
bag from him.  
     "Too close," I said.
     She looked up at him and smiled.  "Thank you, Chad.  Thank you
for asking when you did, Kris."
     Chad turned toward the door again, just as he got even with me
the boat tossed violently and threw him off balance.  Luckily, I
had turned to face him and he managed to grab onto the table but he
still fell partially on top of me.  Our life jackets would have
prevented him from crushing me.  I wrapped my arms around him and
smiled into his eyes.  "Are you sure you don't want to sleep with
me?" I teased.
     He grinned.  He had the same grin that Brad did; the one that
drove me crazy.  "I'd better not," he said, pushing himself up.   
    The boat tossed again the other direction.  I grabbed onto the
table with one hand and him by the top of his shorts with the
other, just seconds before he would have smashed into the other
table.  Mrs. Peterson grabbed the radio just before it flew across
the room. 
     Now I was terrified.  Brad and his dad were still out there. 
Had they gone overboard and we didn't know it?
     Chad and I's eyes met.  He didn't seem to notice I was still
holding onto his shorts with my fingers buried in his soft pubic
hair.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. 
     "Stay here, Mom," he said.  "We've got to check on Dad and
Brad."
     "I wish there was a window right here," Mrs. Peterson said,
worriedly.  "If we survive this, I'll have Frank put one in."     
We stepped over into the kitchen just as another toss sent us both
against the kitchen wall.  It would have slammed us back over where
I had been sitting had we stayed where we were.
     "You can't go out there," Mrs. Peterson protested.  But she
too was worried about the others.
     "We have to," Chad replied.  "We can't see them from the door
if we don't."
     "Do you have any rope?" I asked.
     "Yeah.  I'll get it."  I was thankful that Chad had spent the
previous weekend on the boat with his parents.  He knew where
things were that I didn't.
     Chad opened a closet door.  Luckily, everything was secured in
the closet.  Chad picked up the rope and tied one end around his
waist; the other around mine.  "I'll stay here," he said.  "If
they're out there, you see if you can bring them in." 
     "Okay," I reluctantly agreed.  Chad opened the door.  Wind and
rain hit me in the face and I had a hard time standing up as the
boat was tossed to and fro.  I forced myself out the door.  The
wheel was just in front of the wall where Mrs. Peterson wanted the
window.  If there had been a window there, she would have been able
to see their bottoms just fine if they were at the wheel.  Holding
onto the wall for support, I made my way around the corner.  I
breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Brad and his dad standing at
the wheel, holding onto each other and the wheel for dear life. 
Mr. Peterson had put on the life jacket Brad had given him.     
"They're okay!" I yelled back at Chad, who had stepped outside to
watch me.  He held onto the door frame.
     "Good.  Bring them in."
     I don't know if Brad heard me over the wind and the sloshing
of the water against the boat, but he did see me out of the corner
of his eye.  He didn't let go of the wheel or his father, but he
shook his head, violently.  "Get back in, Kris!" he yelled over the
wind.
     "Come in with me, you might get knocked overboard," I yelled
back.  
     I stepped closer to him, but he didn't let go of his father or
the wheel.  Mr. Peterson looked at me, too.  "Get back in," Mr.
Peterson shouted.  "We've got to stay out here."
     Mr. Peterson and Brad returned their attention to the wheel. 
They turned it hard to the right as a wave lifted us up.  I grabbed
onto the rail beside the wheel with my left hand and the wall with
my right hand.  As the wave let us down, Brad glanced back over at
me.  "I love you," I mouthed and he mouthed, "Me, too," then
shouted, "Get back in."
     "Okay."
     A large wave came right at the boat.  It crashed over the bow
and drenched us.  We held on tight, but were having a hard time
catching our breath.  I fought the urge to bring them in.
     I turned around and staggered back in, running right into
Chad.  "What's wrong?" he asked, putting his arm around me to keep
us both from falling down.  He had stepped back in and closed the
door right before the wave hit us, so he didn't get hit by it.    
 "Brad said they're fine and for us to stay in here," I replied.
     Chad turned me around and slammed the door and locked it.  "I
wish they'd come in," he said.
     "I do, too, Chad, but I think they're holding us together
better than we realize."
     "You're drenched, Kris," Mrs. Peterson said.  "Why don't you
go change so you won't catch cold?"
     I unfastened the rope.  "So are you, Chad," I said.  "You'd
better change, too."
     "I think we'd better wait till the storm blows over," he said,
grabbing onto me again as the boat tossed us both toward the table
where Mrs. Peterson sat.
     Chad pushed me down on the seat and held onto me and the table
as we were tossed violently back and forth.  His muscles rippled
under his life jacket and T-shirt.  He reminded me so much of Brad
that I had to force myself to remember he wasn't my lover and I
couldn't hold onto him the way I would have been holding onto Brad,
but the life jackets would have prevented that anyway.  Brad was
just on the other side of the wall from me, but I couldn't hold him
the way I needed to right then.
     Another violent wave lifted us into the air.  We clung to each
other tightly as we awaited the landing.  We knew it would be a
jolt.  The feeling of being lifted didn't stop.  We felt we were
airborne.  The seconds ticked by so slowly they seemed like hours
as we waited the jolt of being dropped by the wave.  We could only
pray that we would land right side up.  I looked worriedly from
Chad to Mrs. Peterson.  
     A moment later, we heard a crunch and the splintering of wood,
as we came to an abrupt, complete stop.  We bounced on the impact,
but the boat didn't.  The wind and the rain continued but we didn't
move.  The constant sloshing of water against the hull stopped,
too.  Chad and I sat still; holding each other.  We were waiting
for some movement or for the boat to start sinking.
     "You guys, let us in," Brad called, banging on the door.     
Chad jumped up and unlocked the door.  The wind was still driving
the rain from the north.
     Brad and Mr. Peterson stood in the door way, soaked to the
bone.  Chad grabbed Brad and hugged him before I could get to him. 
Mrs. Peterson had her arms around Mr. Peterson before he could get
in the door.  For once, Mr. Peterson didn't have anything snide to
say, he held her tighter than I expected he ever had and kept
repeating how much he loved her as he kissed her.
     Brad released Chad and turned to me.  Brad and I were supposed
to be just friends this weekend.  Brad pulled me into his arms.  "I
was so worried about you," I whispered as he held me almost as
tight as his dad was holding his mother.
     "I was, too," he replied.  "I love you so much, Kris," he
whispered.  I didn't know if his parents heard him or not.
     "Hey we're grounded," Chad called from outside.
     "Yeah," Mr. Peterson said, pulling away from his wife, but
keeping his arm around her as Chad came back in and closed the
door.  "We're on Kilgore Island," Mr. Peterson said.  "That last
wave dropped us right between two palm trees.  That's why we
haven't tipped over.  It's going to be fun trying to get back in
the water," he added, "but after this little adventure, I'd just as
soon never get out on the water again."
     Reluctantly, Brad let go of me as Mr. Peterson looked at us. 
"You're soaked," I said, "why don't we go downstairs and get some
dry clothes on?"
     "I'm beat, too," he said.  "We're not going anywhere for a
while.  I think I'm going to get a nap."
     "Good idea," his father said, pulling Mrs. Peterson closer to
him.  "I think we should lay down for a bit, too, Martha.
     "Chad, why don't you try to radio in and let the coast guard
know where we are?" he asked.  "The radio is in the living room. 
Tell them we're okay and they don't have to rush out here to get
us, but they will need to come get us sometime tomorrow afternoon
if we can't get back in the water.  We also have to make sure that
the landing didn't put a hole in the boat."
     Chad looked at me.  "Okay, I'll change clothes first," he
said. "Kris, you can help me if you want to, while Brad takes a
nap."
     "If you don't mind, Chad," I said, "all that tossing and
turning kind of wiped me out, too.  I think I'll take a nap also." 
     Chad shrugged as Mr. and Mrs. Peterson went through the door
to the stairs and the bathroom.  "Whatever you want to do.  I might
lay down for a bit myself, then."
     I went into the bathroom and got a couple of towels for Brad
and me and joined him downstairs.  He had already removed his wet
clothes by the time I walked into the room.  He was still soaking
wet.  I tossed him a towel, closed the door and locked it.
     "Thanks, hon," he said, softly.  I removed my clothes while he
dried off and I dried myself, too.  He pulled the cover back on the
bed and crawled in. 
     "Hurry, honey.  I need to hold you," he said, softly.
     I climbed in beside him.  He pulled me into his arms and
covered us up.  He shivered as he buried his face in my neck and I
wrapped my arms around him.  His body still felt cold.  Brad began
to shake violently as he began to cry.  I held him as tight as I
could.  In our year and eight months together, I had seen only a
few of his emotions.  Mostly they were happy, romantic and horny,
but occasionally mad.  I had never seen him afraid nor had I seen
him cry.
     "I can't believe we survived that," he sobbed.  "Several times
Dad and I almost got washed away.  Every time he lost his footing,
all I could think about was what would Mom, Chad and I do without
him?  And did everything I could to hang onto him and the wheel,
too.  Every time I lost my footing, I could only think of what
would you do without me?  And I used all my energy to hang on."   
     "I'm glad you did," I replied, kissing him gently on the
cheek.  "I wouldn't want to live without you, either."
     "When I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced
over to see what it was and you were standing there, I knew beyond
a shadow of a doubt that you really do love me."  He looked into my
eyes.  Tears split out of his eyes and splashed onto my cheek. 
"Every one at all the parties always just wanted my dick, Kris. 
None of them ever wanted to get to know me, so I always acted like
an asshole and always left by myself.
    "You are the only person who wasn't impressed with my body or 
the way I dressed when you first saw me.  I was surprised that you
rolled your eyes at me and looked away.  No one had ever done that
after looking at this body."  
     I smiled and wiped another tear from his eye before it hit me
in the face, too.  "And when I took you aside and started to talk
to you," he continued, "you were so easy to talk to and you didn't
seem to be pretending to be interested in what I was saying just to
get me in bed later, I realized how special you are."
     "After you opened up and I felt you were sincere," I replied,
"I knew that you weren't the asshole you came across as when you
arrived at the party."
     "I was really surprised when you didn't slap the shit out of
me when I told you I wanted to fuck you," he admitted.
     "Disappointed?" I asked, grinning at him.
     "Not one bit," he replied, seriously.
     Placing my hand on the back of his head, I pulled him down to
me.  Our lips locked together, gently.  "You can fuck me anytime
you want to," I whispered against his mouth.
     His body was beginning to warm up where it touched mine.  He
ran his hand down my side and kissed me gently.  "I never want to
fuck you again, Kris," he whispered.  "I just want to make love to
you for the rest of our lives."
     I smiled into his warm brown eyes.  "I brought some condoms
just in case," I replied.
     He smiled and kissed me again.  He buried his face against my
neck and whispered, "Maybe later, sweetheart.  Let's just hold each
other like this and get some sleep for now.  Okay?"
     "As long as we're together, Brad, this is fine with me," I
replied, softly.

     "Brad?  Kris?" Chad's voice called as he knocked on the door. 
"You want to eat?  Mom's just about got supper ready."
     Stretching, I pressed against Brad's warm body.  He had
finally warmed up.  I woke up and tried to look around.  The room
was almost dark.  Brad still lay mostly on top of me with his head
next to mine in the same position he was in when we fell asleep.  
     "It's almost six-thirty," Chad continued.  "Can you hear me?" 
     I ran my hands down Brad's strong back and yawned.  "Yes,
Chad.  I'm awake," I called.  "We'll be right out.  Let me wake up
Brad."
     "Okay.  Hurry," he said.  Then I heard his footsteps on the
stairs.
     "Wake up, baby," I said, kissing Brad on the cheek and
squeezing his buttocks.
     He moaned and pressed his warm body against me.  "What's
wrong?" he asked, rising up a little.  "Am I mashing you?"
     "Mm hum," I replied, kissing him on the lips.  "I love it when
you mash me this way."
     "I love you, Kris," he whispered.
     "I love you, too, sweetheart," I said.  "Your mom has supper
just about ready."
     "Oh," he replied.  He rolled over onto his back.  I ran my
hand over his smooth muscular chest and downward as he stretched. 
My hand was met by the head of his hard shaft just below his navel. 
    "Mm, if you do that, babe, we're not going to get upstairs," he
said.
     I raised up and kissed him on the lips.  "Okay," I replied,
reluctantly.  He grinned and our eyes locked together.  I kissed
him again.
     "We'd better get up," he whispered.
     I nodded and got out of bed.  He lay there and watched me open
my suitcase and take out a clean, dry outfit to wear.
     "You too, Brad," I said.
     He grinned and stretched again.  "Ouch.  Shit," he gasped,
flinching.
     "What's wrong?" I asked, worriedly.
     "My muscles are stiff from that work out," he replied, sitting
up.
     "I'll give you a rub down after we eat," I offered, climbing
up on the bed and kissing him on the back of the neck.
     He turned to face me and kissed me on the lips.  "You can give
me a rub up, too," he replied.  I noticed he still had a hard on. 
     "Okay.  I'd like that.  But we'd better get upstairs before
your dad comes looking for us.  Chad's already been here."
     "Okay, but you owe me a blow job and a rub down," he said.   
     I kissed him again.  "And you owe me some good loving that
will last a life time."
     "Now that's a debt I will be glad to pay," he replied with a
grin.  He pushed me back on the bed and pressed his body against me
as he kissed me passionately.  "Oh, Kris, I love you so much," he
gasped.
     "I love you, too, Brad, but we've got to get up."
     "It's already up, baby," he replied with a grin.
     I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tighter against me
as we continued to kiss.  "You two up?" Chad asked, knocking on the
door.  "It's ready."
     "Shit," Brad said under his breath.  "We'll be right there,"
Brad replied.  "Go ahead and start without us."
     "Okay.  But what's taking so long?" Chad asked.
     "Uhm, we're having a problem getting Kris' suitcase open," he
replied getting up.  I shook my head and pulled on my underwear and
shorts.  I lost my boner when Chad knocked on the door.
     "Can I help?  I'm pretty good at those things."
     "No, you go ahead.  I just got it."  Brad grabbed his suitcase
out of the closet and threw it on the bed and opened it; I was
thankful that it wasn't stuck.  "Hurry, honey," he said as I
buttoned up my shirt.
     "I'm ready," I said, watching him pull on a pair of flimsy
shorts.  He didn't bother putting on any underwear and he hadn't
lost his hard on yet.  The shorts didn't hide his eight-inch rock
hard rod.  "Let's go," he said, opening the door.
     "You can't go up there like that," I protested.  "Not with
your mother up there."
     "I'm going to stop by the bathroom and take care of it," he
replied.  "Come on."
     Luckily, Chad had closed the door to the living room.  When we
reached the top of the stairs, Brad grabbed me by the arm and led
me into the bathroom before I could open the living room door. 
Closing the bathroom door behind me, he said, "Wash up."
     I washed my hands and watched as he pulled out his member and
aimed it at the toilet.  A stream of clear liquid gushed out and he
sighed.  "I'll be glad when I get that rub down, Kris," he said. 
"I'm really sore.  I bet Dad is, too."
     "Will your Mom give him one?" I asked, drying my hands.  I was
impressed at how his hard member began to shrink as he emptied his
bladder.
     "I'm sure she will, if she hasn't already," he replied,
shaking the last drop out.  He tucked his still large member into
his shorts and looked at me and grinned that grin.  "Is that
better?" he asked.
     I smiled and kissed him on the lips.  "I like it better the
other way, but since your parents are here, that is better.  Thank
you."
     "Shit, Kris, you're making me horny again," he said, pushing
me out of the way so he could get to the sink.
     Smiling, I walked out of the room and sat on the bottom of the
stairs that lead up to the master bedroom to wait for him.
     A moment later, he joined me and we made our way to the dining
area together.  "Sorry we're late, Mom," Brad said, kissing her on
the cheek.  She and Chad sat on one side of the table Chad, Mrs.
Peterson and I had clung to through the storm.  Mr. Peterson sat on
the other side.  The other table had been set just for us.  There
was a hamburger, potato chips and soft drinks for both of us.  The
others were already eating.
     "That's okay," she replied.  "Did you get a good rest?"     
"Yes, thanks," Brad replied.  "Did you?"
     "Didn't you bring any clothes?" Mr. Peterson asked before she
could answer.
     Brad grinned at his father as I sat down.  Brad leaned down
and kissed him on the cheek.  "I love you, Dad."
     Brad sat down across from me and smiled as his father wiped
the kiss off.  "Should have let you go that last time I caught
you," Mr. Peterson grumbled.
     "Glad you're back to your old self, Dad," Brad said.  "Are you
sore?  I sure am."
     "Yes.  I'm very sore," he replied, gruffly.  "I don't know how
we're going to get this tub out of these trees and back in the
water.  Not only that, my muscles hurt and Martha won't give me a
back rub.  Says I deserve to hurt because I'm so cranky."
     I could see the twinkle in his eyes as he looked across the
table at her.  "Did you get a hold of the Coast Guard, Chad?" I
asked as Mr. Peterson took his wife's hand in his and held it
tenderly.
     "Yeah," he replied.  "They said they'd try to get here
tomorrow, since we're okay and not in a hurry to get back to
civilization."
     After we ate, I helped Mrs. Peterson clean up the kitchen
while the others went outside to access the damage.  It had stopped
raining sometime while we were asleep.  "Are you really not going
to give Mr. Peterson a rub down?" I asked, drying a plate.  I was
surprised that we had used real plastic dishes instead of paper
plates.  Since we were out on the lake, plastic could get broken
easily, but she had them stored in a good tight spot where they
hadn't broken.
     "I have already given him a rub down, Kris," she replied with
a tender smile.  "You have to realize that Frank isn't happy unless
he can gripe about something, but if you ever look at his eyes
while he's griping, you will see laughter in them.  I will be
giving him another rub down when we go to bed tonight, too."     
     "I noticed the way he held your hand and looked at you after
he said that," I admitted.  "He really does love you."
     "He really loves the boys, too," she said.  "The reason he's
always onto Brad about the way he dresses is because he thinks you
should wear decent clothes when other people - especially women -
are around.  He won't take his shirt off in front of anyone but 
family, Kris, even though he still looks as good as Brad does, in
my book.  You'll be able to see for yourself tomorrow.  He'll wind
up running around just in shorts.  We consider you close enough to
be family."
     I nodded politely and put up the dishtowel.  I did think that
Mr. Peterson was attractive, I could tell by looking at him where
the twins got their good looks, but I wondered why she was telling
me this.  I was thankful that they considered me close enough to be
family.  Little did they know how close Brad and I were.  She
smiled reminiscently and stared into space.  "He's still great in
bed, too," she said, to my surprise.  "I know by looking at the
boys - especially Brad, since he runs around half naked all the
time - that they're probably good in bed, too.  I just can't
understand why Chad hasn't found anyone special yet."
     I wondered why she hadn't mentioned wondering why Brad hadn't
either, or did she know that he had?  I looked away as she glanced
at me and smiled.  "Well, I guess he will when the right one comes
along," she said.  "Let's go outside and see what's happened to
them."
     I followed her out the door.  The dark clouds had moved on
southward and the sun sent a splash of pink and yellow across the
sky as it sank in the west.  The boat was facing the beach.  Two
palm trees held the boat upright.  The twins and their father were
down on the ground inspecting the bottom of the boat.  I walked
over to the edge and looked down at them.  "How bad is it?" I
asked.
     "Remember that crunch we heard when we landed, Kris?" Chad
asked.
     "Yeah?"
     "That was the rear of the boat landing on a boulder," Mr.
Peterson said.  "Luckily, there's about a foot of wasted space
between the outside wall of the boat to the inside walls.  When we
landed on that boulder it broke the hull, but not the inner wall. 
That's why you didn't notice it in the bedroom when you took your
nap.  If it had been a bigger boulder, it would have gone right up
through your bed."
     "Unfortunately," Brad added, "that means we can't pull it back
into the water and get back to the marina without major repairs." 
    I sighed.  I knew this had been a bad idea, but I was thankful
that Brad and I had come as I realized how much Brad had helped his
father.  What would have happened to the boat had Brad not been
there?  Would Chad have been able to stand beside his father and
keep the boat together like Brad had?  If he had, then what would
have happened to his mother?  She had done a good job holding on,
but would she have tried to go out to be with them if she had been
alone in the cabin?  I was glad we didn't have to find out.  I
climbed down the ladder and Brad met me at the bottom.  "Wanna see
it?" he asked.
     I turned around and looked into his brown eyes.  His father
and brother joined us.  "Sure," I replied.  Mrs. Peterson climbed
down the ladder and we walked slowly around the boat.  
     "How are we going to be able to get it off the boulder,
repaired and back into the water?" Mrs. Peterson asked.
     "If this sand wasn't so soft," Mr. Peterson replied, "we might
be able to get a boat crane over here, but I really don't know what
it's going to cost to fix it, or get a crane out here.  We'll just
have to wait until we can get back to land and see what we can do." 
I noticed a look of disappointment in his brown eyes as he looked
at the boat.  It had been their dream to have a boat they could
spend the weekends on the lake on.  Now, 'The Dream Machine' had
turned into a nightmare.  It set on a rock between two trees on a
deserted island in a huge lake.
     "Land is fifty miles away, right?" I asked, thoughtfully.    
     "No, twenty," Mr. Peterson replied.
     "Oh.  Well, since it doesn't look like it's going to go
anywhere and it's not in danger of turning over," I said, "why not
just leave it here and get a speed boat?  You could come out here
on weekends and use it like a cabin or something."
     "That's a good idea, Kris," Mr. Peterson said, "but I don't
think I'd like it.  There are a lot of people who come out here to
camp out on the weekends.  I'd rather not be bothered by anyone. 
That's why we wanted the boat, so we could get out in the middle of
the lake and be alone.  I don't think we could be alone out here." 
    "However," Mrs. Peterson spoke up, "if the insurance doesn't
pay to fix it and it's going to cost a lot, we might have to do
that."
     I glanced over at Brad.  He had set down on another boulder a
few feet from the boat.  Our eyes met and he smiled.  He jerked his
head toward the beach and said, "Wanna go for a walk, Kris?"     
     "Sure," I replied.
     Mr. Peterson put his arm around his wife.  "That sounds like
a good idea, Brad," he said.  "You go south and Mom and I'll go
north."
     Brad sighed as he noticed Chad look sadly down at the ground. 
"Wanna come with us, bro?" he asked.
     His handsome face lit up when he smiled at Brad.  "Yeah,
sure."
     "We'll see you in the morning if you're not back by the time
we get back, or vice versa," Mr. Peterson said.  "Be careful."    
     "You too," Brad replied.
     We headed south along the beach with the sun setting to our
right.  Brad was on my right.  Chad on my left.  "This is nice,"
Brad said, softly.
     Brad picked up sea shells and blew the wet sand out of them
and held them to his ear.  After listening for a moment, he held
them to mine.  We were having a good time, but it would have been
more fun if Chad hadn't been there.  We tried to include him in the
fun we were having, but it was difficult.  We had to keep
remembering not to touch each other, but Brad kept bumping into me
as we walked.  I didn't mind.  I glanced back over my shoulder and
saw their parents walking slowly the opposite direction.  Mr.
Peterson had taken his shirt off and carried it in his left hand
and had his right arm around her.  She had her head on his shoulder
as they walked.  I sighed.  That was the way I wanted to be walking
with Brad.
     Brad glanced back at his parents.  I turned back around and
our eyes met.  He glanced at Chad.  "Sorry," he mouthed, looking
back at me.  He knew what I wanted; he wanted the same thing.     
     "So Brad, how's the job going?" Chad asked, picking up a piece
of driftwood. 
     "Great," Brad replied.  "Did you get the promotion you were
hoping for?"
     "No.  I'm looking for another job," Chad said.  He threw the
driftwood ahead of us as hard as he could.  It disappeared in the
distance.  We couldn't see where it landed.
     "Just because you didn't get the promotion?" I asked.
     He smiled down at me.  "Yeah.  I've been with City Craft for
three years now, Kris.  I started while we were in college.  Worked
my butt off to maintain a full schedule at school and work a forty-
hour week.  Shit, if I had had a tan like Brad, I would have had
him work a couple of days a week for me.  I just about killed
myself doing that.  
     "Anyway," he continued, "I got promoted to computer design
engineer after graduation and I've been drafting every since.  I
love the job, but my supervisor retired last month and I put in for
design manager; his position.  I've done everything for that
company.  When Mr. Felton, my supervisor, needed a day off or
something, I did everything he would have done had he been there. 
But they had hired this bimbo a couple of months before he retired
and because she's in her late forties, they gave her the job.  Said
I was too young to be a manager."
     "You should sue them for discrimination," Brad said.
     "Yeah. I guess you're right, but if that's the way they're
going to be, I don't want to work there anymore anyway.  I really
think that she's sleeping with Mr. Jackson, the owner.  He's the
supervisor over design manager.  Mr. Felton even put in a
recommendation for me to replace him.  I saw it and I saw him hand
it to Mr. Jackson."
     "Sorry to hear that, bro," Brad said, softly.
     "I've got an interview with Design Emporium at lunch Monday. 
That's why we've got to get off this island before then.  If I miss
this interview, I'm up shit creek.  The manager said they have an
immediate opening and needs to make a decision quick.  He's only
gotten one other applicant that knows anything, but he's not very
happy with his references."
     "Good luck.  I'm sure the Coast Guard will come get us," I
said.  Brad led us over to a clump of palm trees.  The sand there
was dry.  He sat down and leaned up against the trunk of one of the
trees.  I sat down next to him, but Chad remained standing and used
his foot to draw in the sand.
     Brad looked out across the lake.  We couldn't see the shore
from where we were.  "It'd be nice to go for a swim," he said
softly, "but after getting drenched today, I don't care to get in
the water again for a while."
     "We'd have to go back to the boat for our swim trunks anyway,"
Chad said.  He had changed into a pair of regular shorts and a tank
top, after taking a nap that afternoon.
     "What for?" Brad asked, stretching.
     Chad glanced at me but didn't answer.
     "Shit Chad," Brad said, "you're an exact duplicate of me and
I run around nude in front of Kris all the time.  The only
difference is that you don't have a tan.  He's seen me, he's seen
you."
     Chad blushed and went back to his foot drawing in the sand. 
Brad winked at me.  "Wanna go for a dip, Kris?"
     "Sure," I replied.  I knew I was going to regret this as the
blood rushed to the center of my body.  Brad made me so horny when
he was nude, how would I feel seeing both of them?
     Brad jumped up and dropped his shorts and tossed them on a
rock over beside a tree.  "Come on, Chad, join us."
     Chad looked up at his brother and blushed again.  "No,  I
think I'll head back to the boat," he said.
     "Are you sure?" I asked, removing my shirt.  My boner was
getting obvious through my shorts and Chad noticed.
     "Yeah.  I just noticed Mom and Dad are heading back toward the
boat, too, so I'll go talk to them for a while."
     "They'll probably hit the hay," Brad said, "and they'll want
some privacy.  Dad'll be pretty horny after holding on to her the
way they're walking.  Why don't you at least stay here and play in
the sand while we go for a swim?  Then we can walk back together." 
     I couldn't take off my shorts but I had to to go skinny
dipping.  I wished that Brad would let him go, but didn't say
anything.  He was right, his parents would want to be alone for a
while, but so did we.  However, it wouldn't be fair to Chad for him
to have to be alone while we had our fun.  I had spent too many
nights at parties being alone while other people had their fun, I
knew how it felt.  Chad didn't deserve to be left alone.
     "No, I'll go on back," he said and started walking back the
way we came.  
     "Wait, Chad," I said.  "Why not just take your shirt off and
come with us?  I won't take off my shorts either.  It won't hurt
our shorts to get wet.  We'll all be going to bed when we get back
anyway, so it won't matter."
     Brad grinned at me.  He glanced down at my crotch; he knew I
was horny and didn't want to take my shorts off in front of Chad,
either.  "That's a good idea, Chad," Brad agreed.  "Come on."     
Chad looked from his brother to me.  "Okay," he said, removing his
shirt.  They did have the same muscular, smooth bodies.  The only
difference was that Brad's was bronzed and Chad's white.  Brad
dashed into the water and screamed as he dived in.  I followed him
in and my hard rod shriveled up into my sack when I hit the cold
water.  Laughing, Chad followed.
     "Shit this is cold!" Chad exclaimed, slinging the water out of
his hair.
     "It sure is," Brad agreed.  I followed him out a little way so
we could swim.  There was no undertow, so we were able to enjoy the
swim without any worry of drowning.
     I got a little way out and Brad swam close to me.  He
shivered, letting his body touch mine.  "Shit, Kris, this was a bad
idea," he said.
     Chad joined us and he too, let his body touch mine.  "It sure
was.  How are we going to dry off when we get out of here?"     
"We'll run for the boat," I replied.
     Brad grinned and dove under the water.  With the setting sun
reflecting off the water, I couldn't see him.  A moment later, I
felt my shorts being tugged off me.  Before I could grab them, Brad
surfaced, holding up his prize for Chad to see.  "I got them," he
exclaimed.
     "Brad, give those back," I mock protested.  I wasn't horny
now, so it didn't matter.  We were getting used to the cold water,
so we could have some fun before getting out.
     "Nope, I'm keeping them," he replied.  He put them on his head
and grinned at me.
     "But you're covering up the wrong head with them," I said.  
     Chad blushed.  "I'm going in," he said.  "You two are crazy." 
     He swam for the shore.  I wondered why Brad hadn't tried to
swipe his shorts instead of mine, but didn't asked.  I figured it
was because Chad had been bashful enough, he didn't need to be
embarrassed any further.  We watched quietly as Chad picked up his
shirt and trotted back to the boat.  "He could have taken my
shorts," Brad said softly.  He let his body press against mine.  I
made no move to remove the shorts off his head.  
     "Wanna go over there in the bushes and make out?" he asked,
putting his arm around me and rubbing my bottom.  "They won't be
able to see us over there if we do."
     "Sounds like fun, but what if they come looking for us?"  I
asked as Chad disappeared behind the boat.
     Brad jumped away from me and backstroked a few feet; I saw
Chad appear on deck.  He stood against the rail and looked out at
us.  "He's watching us now," I said, without moving my lips, just
in case he was a lip reader.  I knew Brad was.
     Brad didn't look toward the boat.  He dove underwater and
disappeared.  A moment later, I felt his hand on my cock.  Placing
his hands on my hips, he pulled me under.  While under water, he
kissed me on the lips, then we both came up for air, laughing.  I
glanced back toward the boat; Chad had a sad look on his face.  He
turned and went around to the other side.  I presumed he went in. 
A moment later, the bathroom light came on.
     "He might try to watch us from the bathroom," Brad said as the
sky grew darker.  "Why don't we go in?  It's going to be really
cold when we get out since we didn't bring any towels," he said. 
"We can't have any real fun with them here anyway.  At least in bed
we can make out and be real quiet."
     I splashed water in his face.  "When was the last time you
were quiet?" I asked, laughing.  "You always go ARRRRGGH when you
come."  
     His tan was too dark to notice if he blushed, but he looked
down, bashfully.  With his head hung to the side, he looked at me
with those puppy dog brown eyes and pouted.  "But I love you,
Kris," he said, timidly.
     Again, his facial expressions drove me wild.  I melted under
that look and fought the urge to kiss him, in case his brother was
watching through the bathroom window.  "You sure, do, Brad," I said
with a sigh.  "And I love you so much.  We'll try to be quiet, but
I'm going to hold you and kiss you hard on the lips when you come,
okay?"
     He grinned.  "Okay," he said, quickly.  We swam toward the
shore.  It was completely dark by the time we got out and started
back toward the boat.  He picked up his shorts, wrapped his arm
around me and we walked slowly back to the boat.  It was dark now. 
Chad wouldn't be able to see us out the window; the bathroom light
was still on.  I rested my head on Brad's shoulder and we walked
the way his parents had, except he still wore my shorts on his head
and carried his in his hand.
     We reached the bottom of the ladder and Brad stood behind me
while I started up.  He placed his hands on my hips and kissed me
gently on the bottom when I was even with his face.  "Can't wait,
babe," he whispered.
     I chuckled, but didn't reply.  When we reached the door, Brad
handed me my shorts.  Mrs. Peterson had left a bucket of water and
a couple of towels beside the door.  "I guess Mom doesn't want us
tracking sand all over the place," Brad said, dipping his foot in
the bucket.
     "I'm glad," I said, drying off.  "I didn't want to have to
clean up a mess either."
     "Good thing you brought condoms, then," he whispered, "other
wise I'd be making a big mess."
     I kissed him and grinned.  "I don't mind cleaning up that kind
of a mess," I admitted.
     "Oh, shit, Kris," he said, "now I'm getting horny and we're
going to have to walk through the living room where Chad will
probably be in bed by now."
     "No problem," I said, wrapping my towel around my waist.  I
didn't put my wet shorts back on.  "Put your shorts on, then wad up
your towel and hold it in front of you.  He won't see it then."   
     "Good idea.  Thanks."
     We quietly walked into the cabin.  Someone had left the light
on over the stove.  We could see through the living room that the
bathroom light was still on.  Brad turned off the stove light and
we walked quietly through the dining area to the living room.     
Chad was already in bed and appeared to be asleep.  We quietly
crossed the living room and Brad closed the living room door.  I
followed him into the bathroom and he closed the door.  Placing the
towel on the counter, he removed his shorts and stepped up to the
toilet and urinated.  I stepped over next to him and removed my
towel and relieved myself, too. 
     "Wanna take a shower?" he asked, softly.
     "Can we?" I asked.
     "Oh, yeah.  Dad said the boat holds enough water to last six
people for two weeks before needing to be cleaned out and refilled. 
Of course, that's only one shower a day."
     "Oh," I replied.  "I don't know if I like that idea or not. 
I prefer one in the morning and evening."
     "Well, what we can do then," he said, taking me by the hand
and stepping into the shower stall, "is take one shower together in
the morning and one shower together in the evening.  That way we
are each using our one shower per day."
     "I like that idea," I said, stepping in and closing the glass
door.
     I kissed him as he turned on the water.  It was already warm
since Chad had taken a shower.  "Don't forget," Brad whispered,
running the bar of soap through the crack in my bottom.  "You owe
me a rub down tonight."
     "I haven't," I replied.
     Brad lathered me up, then took the hand held shower head down
and rinsed me off.  Then I repeated the same procedure on him.  We
stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. 
     Wrapping our towels around our waists, I opened the door and
stepped out of the bathroom as Mr. Peterson came down the stairs. 
He was wearing only his underwear.  I marveled out how much the
twins looked like him.  I knew by looking at him, what they would
look like when they got older.  I had also seen pictures of him
when he was younger; he would have been the third if they were
triplets.  The only difference I could see, he had a small trial of
brown hair that started at the base of his navel and disappeared
into his underwear.  The twins were smooth.  
     Mr. Peterson frowned at us as he stepped off the staircase. 
"You two just now getting in?" he asked.
     "Yeah," Brad replied.  "We went for a swim.  We decided to
take a shower before hitting the hay."
     Brad didn't mention that we took it together; Mr. Peterson
didn't ask.  "How was the water?" he asked.
     "Freezing," I replied. 
     "Maybe we can all take a swim before we leave tomorrow," Mr.
Peterson said, walking past us to the bathroom.
     "Good night, Dad," Brad said.
     "Good night, boys," he replied, closing the door.
     Brad and I dashed down the stairs to our room.  He closed and
locked the door.  I looked at the clock by the bed.  It was
fastened on the table so it didn't get knocked off during our
adventure earlier that afternoon.  It was a little past ten.  I
hadn't realized the sun set so late.
     Brad tossed his towel on the chair and climbed into bed, lying
on his stomach.  "Now for that rub down," he said.
     I spread my towel across the back of the chair.  My suitcase
still lay open at the foot of the bed.  I got out some baby lotion
and condoms; which I placed on the night stand.  Sitting down on
the bed beside him, I squirted some lotion into my hands and began
massaging his muscular back.
     "Mm, that feels good, babe," he moaned.
     After about fifteen minutes of massaging his back, I ran my hands
over his smooth, tight, bottom.  He had a nice tan, but there was a small
area just around his mid-section that was still white, where the bikini swim
briefs he wore, covered.  I smiled as I traced my fingers around the outside
of the white area.  When we lay out at the apartment complex pool, everyone
- even the straight guys - looked at him with envy and approval in those
small, tight briefs.  We always had to make sure that he didn't fall asleep
while tanning, or he would get a boner that would pop out of his briefs.
     I got more lotion and massaged his buttocks before running my
hands down each of his strong tanned legs.  He didn't have much
hair on them either.  After spending several minutes on his legs,
I massaged his feet.
     I leaned down to kiss him on the bottom, then kissed my way up
his back and kissed him on the cheek.  "I love you," I whispered. 
"Roll over so I can do your front."
     "Mm," he moaned.  He rolled over on his back.  I was surprised
that he didn't have a hard on; I sure did.
     He clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.  I
massaged his strong chest and watched his handsome face.  He didn't
fall asleep, but I thought he was going to a few times.  By the
time I got to his stomach, the blood began to fill his organ.  I
spent the same amount of time on his front as I had his back. 
Bypassing his mid-section, I massaged each leg and foot.  Then I
made my way back up his right leg.  When I reached the top of his
right leg, his organ was fully engorged.  I gently kissed the head
and whispered, "Now for the blow job."
     He moaned as I flicked my tongue across the base of the head. 
I kissed the back of it down to his sack and nuzzled his sack,
burying my nose in his soft brown bush.  I traced the white line
from one side of his body to the other with my tongue, stopping
only for a moment to kiss his organ in the center.
     Taking the head in my mouth, I gently flicked my tongue across
the base of the head again.  He was eight inches long and pretty
thick.  My small mouth wouldn't take all of him, but he enjoyed
what I did with what I had.  I had perfected sucking him off. 
Since he was a pre-mature ejaculator, he always came when I gave
him head; but he was always ready to fuck me a few minutes later.
     I stroked his rod with my hand while sucking with my mouth. 
"Mm, uh, oh," he moaned.  He placed his hands on the back of my
head.  I watched his facial expressions as he pressed me farther
down on his rod.  His eyes were closed; his mouth open just a
little.
     "Oh, yeah, baby, suck my dick," he gasped.  I could feel him
getting close.  I released his organ from my hand and sucked as
hard as I could with just my mouth.  I felt him expand.  "Uhn.  Oh,
yeah, Kris, I love the way you suck my dick," he moaned.  His cock
expanded even further; it was difficult for me to keep him in my
mouth, but I did and sucked even harder.  "I'm coming, baby," he
gasped.  I watched him raise his eyebrows.  He looked almost in
pain.  Brad pulled his hips back and pressed them forward, shoving
his rod into my mouth.  He opened his mouth to let out the cry he
always did, but realized where we were and clamped his mouth shut
and moaned as he blasted his hot load down my throat.
     How Brad was able to generate so much semen was beyond me.  He
always had what seemed like a gallon to give me when he came. 
Whether it was when I sucked him off, or when he fucked me
afterwards, he always had a large load for me.  Even though we had
been together monogamously long enough that we didn't have to use
condoms, we did just so I wouldn't get the enema effect every time
he shot his wad in me. 
     He pulled me up to lay beside him and kissed me gently on the
lips, licking up what I hadn't been able to swallow.  "I love you,
Kris," he whispered.  "That was great."
     "I love you, too, Brad," I replied.  We lay holding each
other, kissing gently, loving and tenderly for a few minutes, then
he rolled me onto my back and grinned down at me.  "See?" he said. 
"I can be quiet."
     I smiled.  "I noticed that," I replied.
     He bent down and kissed me again, gently on the lips.  Our
kisses were full of passion and love.  I ran my hand over his
smooth back, resting it on his bare hip.  He kissed me on the
cheek, then moved to my neck.  Raising up, he scooted down a
little, pressing his body against my right leg.  He kissed my neck 
and chest, then let his hot tongue flick across my erect nipple. 
I moaned and he kissed his way further down.  He licked the back of
my erect rod and kissed it gently before taking it into his hot
mouth.  He never hurried, but it never took long for me to come. 
My rod was only about five and a half inches long and not very
thick, so it was hardly a mouthful for him.  He sucked me slowly,
burying his nose in my blond bush.  I gasped and he knew that I was
already getting close.  He knew that my rubbing his body and
sucking his dick made me so horny that it didn't take much for me
to come.  Some nights I'd come when he did even though neither of
us were touching my member.
     Brad let go of my rod and raised up.  "Cum in my hand," he
said and began to stroke me with his right hand.  "I'll use it for
lube when I give you the first stage of the lifetime of loving I
owe you."
     Well, at least his intentions were good, but I gasped and shot
my load all the way across my chest, hitting myself in my chin. 
None of it landed in his left hand, which he held under the head
waiting for my squirt.  His brown eyes sparkled as he laughed. 
"Looks like I have a mess to clean up," he said.  He came up and
kissed me on the lips.  Then, using his hand, he wiped the sperm
off my chin and scooped it up off my chest.  Brad spread my legs
and gently applied the now cold semen to my love hole.  
     "There, that's where it belongs," he said, sticking a couple
of fingers up inside me.
     I moaned and he smiled as he watched my facial expressions. 
He knew that when he could get three fingers inside me, that I was
ready for his hard rod.  Brad got a condom off the night stand and
opened it.  I helped him roll it down over his erect member, gently
squeezing his testicles when we got it on.  He grinned at me. "You
want it up inside you, babe?" he asked.
     "Mm hum," I moaned, pulling him toward me by putting my hands
on his hips.
     He pushed my legs up to my sides and gently pressed his hard
rod into my love hole.  I was ready for him.  He eased himself in
and pressed all the way up until I could feel his soft pubic hair
against my cheeks.  "Oh, baby, you're so tight," he moaned, lying
down on top of me.  
     "And you're so big," I gasped.  I kissed him gently on the
lips.  "I love you, honey," I whispered.
     "I love you," he replied.  Slowly, he began to pump.  We were
glad that we weren't in the water because the boat would have
probably found the rhythm that we had; informing everyone on board
what was going on down in the bottom of the boat.
     As Brad pulled out, I pulled my hips back, then we met half
way, pressing him deep inside me.  This was one of the many things
I loved about Brad, I could suck him off and he would come pretty
fast, but when he got inside me afterwards, he could last for at
least an hour and he never rushed.  Always slow, easy, tender and
loving.  Just the way I needed him to.  I had noticed that if I
didn't suck him off first, that he would come pretty fast when he
was in me, but he was still ready for more a few minutes later. 
His ability to come quickly the first time came in handy for in the
mornings.  I would get him inside me and after he came, we had to
hurry to get ready to go to work.  Some mornings, I'd just wake him
up with a blow job and we'd get up afterwards.  Nights, though, we
went to bed early enough for a two-squirt session.
     I loved the feel of Brad's body on top of mine and his hard
rod inside of me.  We kissed gently and tenderly as he made love to
me.  He began to speed up and I could tell he was getting close. 
I held him tight and kept my lips on his.  He stuck his tongue in
my mouth and I sucked it hard.  He rose up and grinned at me.  I
pulled him back down and kissed him passionately.  I knew he was
close.  He sped up some more.  I felt his rod expand inside of me. 
I continued to kiss him hard on the mouth; he let out a muffled cry
and squirted inside me as we continued to kiss.
     Collapsing on top of me, he gasped for air.  "I think I like
it better that way," he said and kissed me gently on the neck.    
     "Me, too," I admitted.
     He sighed and kissed me again.  Rising up, he pulled the
condom off, which was almost full, tied the end and lay it on top
of the clock, which read eleven-fifteen.  "I'll flush that later,"
he said, lying back down on top of me.  
     Holding him and kissing him gently, I ran my hands over his
strong back.  "I love you, Brad," I said. 
     "I love you, too, Kris," he replied.  "Good night."
     "Only if you're here."
     He grinned.  "I'm not going anywhere."
     He reached over and turned off the light.  Nestling his face
in my neck; still lying on top of me, we both fell into a deep
peaceful sleep.

     I opened my eyes and stretched.  I lay with my head on Brad's
warm smooth chest.  His arm was over his head and he faced away
from me.  The early morning light filled the room just enough to
see by.  The clock read seven-fifteen.  I noticed the condom that
Brad had lain on the clock was missing.  I didn't know when he had
gone to the bathroom.
     I got up and grabbed a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt from
my suitcase, got dress and headed up the stairs, carrying our
toiletries' bag.  The boat was quiet.  I went to the bathroom and
sat down to relieve myself, then washed my hands, brushed my teeth
and combed my hair.
     Hoping that I hadn't awakened anyone, I quietly opened the
door to the living room and peered in.  Chad was still asleep.  He
lay on his back in almost the same position that I had left Brad
in.  I cut through to the kitchen and turned on the light over the
stove.  It was still dark enough that I needed it.  I found the
coffee maker and set it to make ten cups of coffee.  Even though I
didn't drink it, Brad liked three cups in the mornings and I wasn't
sure how many his parents and Chad drank.  Ten would be enough to
start with, anyway.
     I stepped out on the deck as the morning sun peaked over the
horizon.  The trees on the island blocked most of it from my view.
I stretched and took a deep breath.  I wasn't looking forward to
going back to town.  It was a beautiful morning.  I wanted to spend
the day there, but alone, with Brad.
     "Is that coffee I smell?" I heard behind me.  
     I turned around.  Mr. Peterson stood in the door way, still
just in his underwear.  It was a rhetorical question since he had
seen the coffee maker brewing it before he got to the door.  "I
hope so," I replied with a grin.  "That's what the can said it
was."
     He returned my smile and turned back into the galley.  "How'd
you guys sleep last night?" he asked.  I stepped in behind him
while he got a cup out of the cabinet.
     "Great," I replied.  "Brad got up to go to the bathroom
sometime in the night, but I didn't notice."  I didn't realize what
I had said until it was too late.  Luckily, he didn't ask how I
knew Brad had gotten up if I didn't wake up.
     Mr. Peterson put his hand on the handle of the coffee decanter
and watched it run for a moment.  "Yeah, these beds are
comfortable," he said.  He pulled the pot out from under the basket
and the coffee immediately stopped running.  He filled the cup and
replaced the pot; it started running again.
     He looked at me and smiled.  "Do you want a cup?" he asked. 
"You can have this one and I'll wait for the next."
     "No, thank you.  It doesn't like me," I replied.  "It makes my
stomach queasy."
     "Oh, sorry to hear that," he said, turning back to the door. 
"Martha never has been able to stand the taste of it.  As you know,
Brad loves it, but I think Chad lives on it, but that's because of
when he pulled a forty-hour week and a full load at school.  I
hoped that he'd lay off it a little after he graduated, but I don't
think he has."
     He walked outside.  "Come on out and visit," he said.  "The
others will get up when they get ready.  There's milk in the fridge
if you want something to drink."
     "Thanks," I said.  I poured myself a glass of milk and joined
him outside.  The deck furniture had been washed away in the storm,
so we had nothing to sit on.  Mr. Peterson set his cup on the rail
and sighed as he looked out across the lake.
     I leaned up against the rail next to him.  "It's nice this
morning," I said, softly.
     "Yeah.  I'm not looking forward to going back to land.  Still
haven't figured out how to get this tub back to the marina,
either," he said, sadly.
     "If you left it here, Mr. Peterson," I said, "you could come
for the weekends, like I suggested, but you might have a problem
with campers trying to use it for themselves, too."
     He looked down at me and grinned.  I hadn't noticed it before,
but now I knew where Brad got the grin that turned me on so much. 
    "How long have you and Brad been friends?" he asked.
     I shrugged.  "Almost two years, I guess," I replied.  I knew
right down to the minute what time it was when we first consummated
our relationship the night of the party, but he might have been
suspicious if I had replied, one year, eight months, four days,
eleven hours and fifteen minutes.
     He looked out across the island and then back at me.  "Don't
you think it's about time you started calling me Frank, then?"    
     I smiled.  "I'd like that," I replied.
     "Good.  No need to be formal since I'm standing here in my
underwear."
     "I guess not," I agreed.  
     Frank turned around and leaned up against the rail, holding
his coffee cup.  "I wish we would have taken the furniture inside
before we got caught in the storm," he said, sadly.
     "It would be nice to be able to sit our here and have
breakfast," I agreed, glancing at my watch.
     He looked at me, thoughtfully.  "Brad never has been one to
cook.  I guess you do all the cooking, don't you?"
     "Most of the time.  Sometimes we go out or order in," I
replied.  I was getting worried as to where this conversation was
going.  I had never spent any time alone with him in the past year
and most of our conversations included Brad or Mrs. Peterson.     
"Well, you sure do make a good cup of coffee, Kris," he said and
took a sip.
     "Thank you," I replied as the door opened and Brad walked out,
carrying a cup of coffee.
     "There you are," he said with a grin.  He had put on the
shorts he had worn to walk on the beach the night before.
     "You wouldn't jump over board and get the furniture when it
washed away, so we're having to stand up to have our refreshments
this morning," Frank said.
     "Morning, Dad," Brad said, kissing his father on the cheek. 
"I love you, too.  Happy Father's Day."
     "Thanks.  At least if I have to be stranded out here in the
middle of no where, I'm with my family."
     Brad hadn't shaved; his morning growth made him look so sexy
that I had to focus on my milk to keep from getting a hard on.    
 "Now what are you doing out here without any clothes on?" Brad
asked, noticing what his father was wearing.
     Frank grinned.  "I figured if you can run around half-naked,
so can I," he replied.
     "It's a lot more comfortable than all those clothes, isn't
it?" Brad asked, his brown eyes twinkling.
     "Yes, it is," Frank admitted.  "Less to get out of if Martha
gets horny, too."
     I blushed.  Brad smiled at me.  He stepped around to my right
side, letting his arm bump against mine.  "How'd you sleep last
night, Kris?"
     "Great," I replied.  "You?"
     "Very good," he replied, glancing at his father.  "That being
the first time we'd slept in the same bed, I thought that I might
have a problem sleeping since I'm used to sleeping alone, but it
didn't bother me."  I hated for him to lie to his father that way,
but I knew that he had to, to keep him from knowing that we were
lovers.
     "I was worried about that, too," I said, softly and took a sip
of milk.
     The door opened again and Chad walked out, he too had a cup of
coffee, but he had shaved and dressed.  "Morning," he said.  "Mom
wants to know who wants breakfast."
     "I'll help her," I offered.  
     I turned to look down the beach and when I turned back toward
the door, I let my arm brush against Brad.  Our eyes met and he
winked at me.  "I'll have the usual, if you don't mind, Kris," he
said.
     Mrs. Peterson stepped outside.  "Never mind what you want,"
she said.  "We're having pancakes.  Who wants to eat?"
     I looked at Brad.  "I do," he said.  "I'll take three."     
The others did too, so I followed her in and the three of them
stayed outside.  I really didn't mind cooking breakfast for Brad,
but he had conceded to what his mother was making.  Had they known
we were a couple, I would have made his sausage, eggs and biscuits. 
    "Need any help?" I asked, placing my empty glass on the
counter.
     "You can set the tables if you want to," she replied.  She
already had the hot skillet going with the first pancake.
     "I haven't made pancakes in a long time," I said, washing my
hands at the sink.  "Brad usually wants sausage, eggs and biscuits,
so I don't vary from that."
     "Unfortunately," she said, flipping the pancake, "we didn't
bring any eggs or sausage, or I'd let you go ahead and make it for
him, but I mixed this up yesterday morning and we need to use it. 
If we had brought eggs, they would have probably gotten broken
yesterday."
     "That's true," I agreed, getting the plates out of the
cabinet.
     "Thanks for making the coffee this morning, Kris," she said. 
    "My pleasure.  I didn't realize that you didn't like it, Mrs.
Peterson, or I wouldn't have made so much.  Frank told me that you
didn't care for coffee."
     "That's okay, Chad will drink it.  You should go ahead and
call me Martha, Kris, you're part of this family now."
     "Thank you," I replied, hugging her.  "I appreciate that."   
     "Well, Frank and I are really fond of you, Kris," she said
while I set the table.  "We're glad that you're around to keep Brad
out of trouble," she added as Brad walked in from outside.
     Brad grinned and hugged her from behind.  "He's got his hands
full, too," he said, winking at me.
     "I know he does," she said.
     Brad sat down at the table he and I had used the night before
and sipped his coffee.  I poured myself another glass of milk and
sat down across from him.  "Anything else I can do?" I asked as
Frank came back in.
     "No.  That's it.  Thank you, Kris," she replied.
     "Mm, that smells good, Martha," Frank said, kissing her on the
cheek. 
     "Thank you, Frank," she replied.  She turned around and kissed
him on the lips.  "Happy Father's Day."
     "Thank you, sweetheart," he said.  "I'm going to get dressed."
Looking at Brad, he added, "Why don't you get dressed, too, Brad?"
     "Oh, come on, Dad," Brad replied.  "I'm dressed.  This is
weekend.  We're supposed to be relaxed and having a good time."   
     Frank sighed, set has coffee cup on the opposite table and
went through the living room without saying anything else.
     Brad looked at me.  I looked up at Martha; she had her back to
us.  I leaned over and whispered, "You're making me horny without
a shirt on, why don't you at least put on a T-shirt?"
     Brad grinned that grin.  "Only for you, sweetheart," he
whispered.
     "Thanks," I replied and he got up and left the room.
     Frank didn't say anything about the baggy sweat shirt that
Brad had put on when he returned, wearing a pair of shorts and a T-
shirt of his own.
     Chad came in and we all sat in the same places we had the
night before.  We made small talk as we ate.  "Why don't you and I
go explore the island after breakfast, Kris?" Brad asked, wiping
the syrup off his mouth.
     "I'd like that," I replied.  "I've never been out here
before."
     "I guess someone should stick around here in case the Coast
Guard gets here early," Chad said, looking down at his plate.  I
could sense he really wanted to join us, but after the night
before, wasn't sure he should.
     "Yeah, you're right, Chad," Frank said, pushing his empty
plate over to the edge of the table.  "I'm planning on getting out
there and seeing if the sand will hold up a crane.  So I'll be
around.  Martha, if you want to take off with the boys, go ahead. 
You might enjoy exploring some, too."
     "Are you sure?" she asked.
     "Positive.  You need to get away from my crankiness anyway. 
Might enjoy yourself for once in your life if you get away from
me."
     She smiled tenderly as she looked at him and placed her hand
over his.  "I love you, Frank.  I don't mind being around you."   
     "Yeah well, don't tell anyone I said so, but I love you, too,
Martha," he replied.  His eyes were sparkling as he smiled at her. 
    I glanced at Brad and he grinned at me and winked.  I smiled
and got up, picking up Frank's empty plate.  Martha, Brad and I did
the dishes; Frank and Chad went outside to see what might be done
with the boat.
     "There are some caves further inland," Brad said, putting up
a plate I had just dried.  "There's a real cool water fall in a
nice little clearing beside the side of a cave.  You'll like it,
Kris," he said.
     "It sounds nice," Martha agreed, handing me another plate. 
"Frank and I haven't been out here before.  When did you come,
Brad?"
     "When I was in college some of the guys and I rented a speed
boat and came out here a few times," he replied.
     "Good, then you will be able to give us the grand tour," she
replied, letting the water out of the sink.
     I saw the disappointed look on his face as I put up the
dishtowel.  I knew he had hoped to be able to give me the grand
tour, alone.  I also got the feeling that it hadn't been "some of
the guys" only he and another guy.
     "I guess we should head outside and see if they've decided how
we're going to get out of here," Martha said, turning toward the
door.
     The sound of a motor boat filled the air as we stepped
outside.  "Must be some campers," she said.  "I was surprised no
one came out here yesterday after the storm."
     "The sand was wet last night, remember?" Brad asked.
     "Yes, it was," she admitted.
     Frank and Chad rushed out to the water to help the elderly
couple bring the sleek silver motor boat onto the beach.  "Hi,
how's it going?" I heard the gentleman asked after he turned the
motor off.
     "Might as well go help them," Martha said, but I was already
half way down the ladder.
     "I'm Admiral Martin Collins," the gentlemen said after they
had gotten the boat ashore.  "This is my wife, Brenda."
     "Nice to meet you.  I'm Frank Peterson, these are my boys,
Chad and Brad; and Brad's friend Kristopher Brown.  And this is my
wife, Martha," he added putting his arm around her.
     Admiral Collins smiled politely and shook everyone's hand
while I helped his wife out of the boat.  She smiled and kissed and
hugged me.  I noticed Brad frown but he didn't say anything.      
Admiral Collins turned to me and grinned.  "How's my little boy?"
he asked, hugging me.  I hated it when he called me that, but only
when other people were around.
     "Just fine, Grandpa," I said.  "Brad, everyone, these are my
mother's parents."
     I saw a look of relief pass over Brad's handsome face and he
smiled.  He had not met them before, even though they lived in
Jefferson, too.  "What are you doing out here, Grandpa?" I asked.
     "We're looking for you," he replied.  "I was monitoring the
scanner yesterday during and after the storm and heard that 'The
Dream Machine' was stranded out here.  Mama just happened to be
talking on the phone to your mother and Katherine said you had gone
with the Peterson's on 'The Dream Machine'.  We couldn't rent a
boat until this morning, though," he said.
     "Thanks, Grandpa," I said.  "But the Coast Guard is supposed
to be here this afternoon.  We're fine."
     "The Coast Guard happens to have their hands full this
morning, Kris," Grandpa said.  "That storm coming in out of the
blue like it did caught a lot of folks off guard.  They've been out
all night looking for people who didn't make it to this island or
in.  They sure were glad that you said you were okay out here. 
Captain Brady told me when I talked to him this morning they didn't
know if they'd be able to spare anyone to come get you or not."   
     A chill ran through me as I realized how lucky we actually had
been.  Frank put his arm around Martha.  Chad looked quietly down
at the sand and Brad stepped closer to me, bumping our arms
together.  There was an awkward silence among us as we all realized
how lucky we were and Grandpa took the opportunity to survey the
area.
     "My, my, Mr. Peterson," Grandpa said, taking a step toward the
grounded boat, "looks like you must have done some fancy foot work
to get in there."
     "Please, call me Frank, Admiral," he replied.  "I don't know
exactly how we got in there.  It took all of Brad and I's strength
to keep us from washing off into nowhere, though.  Couldn't have
done it without him," he added, grinning at his youngest son.  I
could tell he was proud of him.
     Brad smiled back, but didn't comment.  He stepped over next to
Grandma and took her arm in his.  I took her other one.  "Careful,
Mrs. Collins," he said, softly.  "This sand is soft.  It might be
hard to stand up in with your shoes on."
     Grandma was the same height as my five-foot-seven inches.  She
looked up at Brad and smiled.  "Honey, at my age, standing up is
hard to do," she replied, putting more weight on him than me.     
     "Kris is only twenty-four, Mrs. Collins," Brad said, "I've met
his parents, you can't be more than sixty."
     "Oh, look at you," she said with a laugh as we slowly walked
toward the boat.  She was seventy-five, but arthritis had settled
in her knees so it was difficult for her to walk.  I was surprised
she had come with Grandpa.  She looked at me and smiled.  "You'd
better keep this one, Kristopher.  He's a jewel.  He's cute, too." 
    I blushed and looked worriedly at Brad, then we both looked
around for the others to see if they had heard what she said.  Chad
and Frank were exchanging puzzled looks, but Martha was talking to
Grandpa about something and didn't seem to notice.
     "Unfortunately, we don't have any deck furniture for you to
sit on," I said, changing the subject as we arrived at the bottom
of the ladder.  "I don't think you'll be able to get up the
ladder."
     "I can bring the wing-backed chair out of our room," Brad
offered.  "There's shade here by the boat and it'll keep her cool." 
    "I can make it up this ladder as long as one of you strong
young men help me," Grandma assured us.  "I might have trouble
getting down, but not up."
     "Are you sure, Mama?" Grandpa asked.
     "Yes I am.  Besides, there's got to be a little girls room on
board and though I'm not so little anymore, I need to use it."    
     The bottom rung of the ladder was four-feet off the ground. 
Chad stepped over next to me and climbed up on the ladder.  He
reached down and pulled her up, while Brad lifted her off the
ground.  Together, Chad and Brad helped her get a grip on the
ladder and pull herself up.  After she got her entire body on the
ladder, she had no problem getting to the top.
     I followed them up and she took her shoes off at the door of
the cabin.  "Thanks for helping, Chad," I said, softly.
     "My pleasure," he replied, giving Brad a strange look.
     I dipped my sandy feet in the bucket of water; there wasn't a
towel outside, so I couldn't dry off, but pointed out the way to
the bathroom for Grandma.  I asked her to bring a couple of towels
back with her.
     Martha and Frank stayed on the ground with Grandpa and took
him to see the damage.  Chad stepped over next to Brad and me.  "So
what did Mrs. Collins mean by that comment?" he asked, soft enough
that the others couldn't hear him.
     Brad looked at me and shrugged.  "She just thought I was cute,
that's all," he said.
     "No, the part about Kris keeping you."
     "The last roommate I had was a jerk," I said.  "She thinks I
should keep this one because 'he's a jewel'," I added, grinning at
Brad.  I had a feeling Chad didn't buy it.  He gave us another
strange look and went back down to the ground.
     "I didn't know your last roomy was a jerk, Kris," Brad
whispered dipping his feet in the bucket of water.  "Actually, I
didn't know you'd ever had a roomy before.  Or were you just saying
that for Chad's benefit?"
     "Well I did have a roommate in college," I replied, "and he
was okay, but Grandma didn't care for him.  He was more interested
in girls and partying than studying.  Luckily he didn't hang around
the dorm much, but when he was there and Grandma was visiting, he
rubbed her the wrong way for some reason."
     We could still hear the others on the ground talking about
ways to get the boat off the boulder, repaired and back to the
marina.  Brad kissed me and I hugged him.  We didn't hear Grandma
return from the bathroom.
     "I guess you won't need these after all, now," she said.     
Brad jumped and we looked at her.  She held two towels for us.
"Your feet are already dry," she pointed out.
     "Looks that way," I said.  Brad let his hand drop to my hip as
I turned to face her.  "Thank you, though.  We will need them later
and so will the others."
     "Why don't we go in and sit down, Mrs. Collins?" Brad asked. 
"It's getting kind of warm out here."
     "Good idea," she replied.  "Do you have any tea, sweetheart?" 
     "Yes, Ma'am," I replied.
     I made a pitcher of iced tea and took it in the living room
where they were sitting.  "Thank you, honey," Grandma said, taking
the glass I offered her.
     "I'm sorry about earlier," she said.  "Bradley just explained
to me that his family doesn't know you are lovers.  I'll keep my
big mouth shut.  I'll warn Marty, too, but since he doesn't
approve, he probably won't say anything."
     "Thanks, Grandma," I said, sitting on the couch next to Brad. 
     He put his arm across the back of the sofa behind me.  "But
you two make such a cute couple, I'm surprised you don't want them
to know," she added.  "I can really tell you're in love.  Must be
hard to pretend when they're around.  I know that I could never
pretend not to be in love with Martin.  People tell me I glow when
I look at him.  Even though we've been married for fifty-four
years; fifty-five next month."
     She paused to look at us and I glanced at Brad.  "Yep," she
said.  "Kristopher, you have that same glow when you look at him. 
I'm really surprised no one has noticed that look before."
     "If they have, they haven't said anything," I replied.     
Before she could say anything further, a call came over the radio. 
Brad moved over to the chair in front of the table the radio was
on.  "This is 'The Dream Machine," he said, "Bradley Peterson here. 
Over."
     "Bradley, this is Captain Brady from the Coast Guard.  How are
you all doing this morning?  Over."
     "Great.  We're not looking forward to going back to
civilization.  Over."
     "I don't blame you, son," Captain Brady replied with a
chuckle.  "Kristopher Brown's grandparents left the marina about an
hour ago headed your way in a Silver Streak speedboat.  Have they
gotten there yet?  I just tried to raise them on the horn, but
didn't get an answer.  Over."
     "Yes, they've been here for about half an hour," Brad replied
as the cabin door opened and Martha and Chad entered.
     "Great.  I was beginning to get worried about them.  Is the
Admiral handy?  I need to talk to him.  Over."
     "I'll get him," I offered, heading toward the dining area as
Martha and Chad joined us in the living room.
     Grandpa and Frank stood on deck looking out across the lake. 
"Excuse me, Grandpa," I said.  I always felt like I was letting
down the family tradition when he wore his blue blazer and white
Admiral's hat.  Even though he had been retired for almost twenty
years from the Coast Guard, he enjoyed wearing it and he and
Grandma still hung out at the Officer's Club.  My father was in the
Coast Guard also and had just made Captain.  My older brother was
a Lieutenant in the Navy, which was the branch of service my Dad's
father had retired from after I was born.  I had stayed away from
the services and found my dream job as a computer software
telephone support technician for a major computer company.      
"Yes?" he replied, turning toward me.
     "Captain Brady is on the radio and would like to talk to you." 
     He glanced down at his feet.  "I guess I'll have to get out of
uniform after all, Frank," he said with a chuckle.
     "Looks that way, sir," Frank replied.  Grandpa was wearing
slip on shoes.  He kicked them off, removed his socks and followed
me back into the cabin, leaving his shoes and socks beside the
door.  Frank had already dipped and dried his feet, so he followed
us.
     Chad and Martha had claimed Brad and I's spot on the couch. 
Grandma still sat in the recliner and Brad at the table talking
into the radio.  "Here he is now, Captain Brady," Brad said when we
walked in.
     Brad got up and Grandpa took his place.  "Hello, Captain
Brady," Grandpa said into the instrument.  "Sorry I didn't radio in
when we arrived."
     "Glad to hear you made it safely.  Any idea what it's going to
take to get them back?  Over."
     I was leaning against the side of the door frame of the dining
area and Brad stepped over next to me.  Frank had sat down next to
Martha on the couch.
     "It looks like we'll need a crane to get it up," Grandpa
replied.  "It's planted on a boulder and wedged between two palm
trees.  However, no bigger than it is, we might be able to use a
chopper to lift it up and carry it back to the marina.  I can get
Sam from The Boat House to come out and see what he thinks, though. 
Over."
     "Great," Captain Brady said.  "Do you have enough room in the
speedboat to get everyone back here?  Over."
     "There's seating for four and the driver," Grandpa replied. 
"There's seven of us all together.  It won't hurt for a couple of
these boys to sit on the floor with the luggage.  Over."
     "Okay.  If they don't want to do that, Captain Brown just came
in.  We're going to send him back out in the chopper to double
check to make sure that there's not anyone else stranded out there. 
We haven't heard from anyone, but that doesn't mean they're not
there.  Over."
     "We haven't seen anyone else around," Martha said.
     "No one's shown up around here," Grandpa said.  "But they
might be on the other side.  Might be a good idea."
     I looked up at Brad.  "Brad and I can ride back with Dad," I
said.  I didn't mind sitting on the floor in the speed boat with
him, but since his family didn't know about us, I didn't want to
sit that close to him without being able to hold him and enjoy the
ride.  I knew we'd be more comfortable in the chopper, even if Dad
had his co-pilot with him.

     Brad and Chad helped Grandma down the ladder and Frank and
Martha got their luggage and loaded it into the speed boat.     
"Now don't forget to lock the boat before you leave, son," Frank
said.  "We don't want any campers in here while we're not here."
     "We won't, Dad," Brad promised.
     I kissed Grandma and Grandpa goodbye and promised to call them
when we got home.  We watched the speedboat disappear in the
distance.  "Alone at last," Brad said.  "Come on!" he dashed toward
the boat and up the ladder.  I followed, not knowing what he had in
mind.
     Brad cleaned his feet off and dashed into the cabin.  I
cleaned mine off and followed him.  "Where are you?" I asked.     
     "Down here," he called from our room.
     I went downstairs.  To my surprise, he had made the bed when
he got up that morning.  He had taken two beach towels out and had
our suitcases closed and ready to go when Dad got there.  Brad
tossed me the towels and carried the suitcases upstairs, setting
them beside the radio table.
     "Let's go check out the waterfall while we wait," he said,
putting his arm around me.  He kissed me gently on the lips.  "I
love you, Kris," he said, softly.
     I held him tight and we kissed for a few minutes.
     "Okay, but are you sure we should leave?  When Dad gets here
he won't see us in there, will he?"
     "Probably not, but we will hear him and it won't take but a
second to get back here," he replied.
     Brad had put the keys that Frank had given him in his sweat
shirt pocket.  He locked the door and we descended to the beach. 
We held hands as we walked into the clump of trees behind the boat. 
We had only walked for about five minutes when we came upon a
clearing.  There was a large pool of crystal clear water before us. 
Large rocks lined the edge of it on our side.  We climbed up on the
rocks, then jumped down onto the sandy beach.  Across from us, a
twenty-foot high water fall supplied water to the pool.
     "Wow!" I gasped.
     Brad grinned at me.  "Isn't it great?" he asked.
     "Sure is.  We have to come back."
     He put his arm around me.  "We will, babe," he promised.  He
looked around.  There were no signs of any one else around, or that
anyone had been there for some time.  He slipped his sweat shirt
off.
     "Since your Dad's not here yet," he said.  "Wanna go for a
dip?"
     "Sure," I replied.  I couldn't pass this up.  The water was so
clear we could see the white sand on the bottom.  
     Brad removed his shorts; he didn't have any underwear on.  I
removed my clothes.  Brad dove into the cool refreshing water. 
"It's not as cold as the lake was last night," he said, slinging
the water out of his hair.  "Come on in, babe."
     I dove in, coming up right against his warm body.  Our lips
touched and we held each other as we kissed.  "I love you," I
whispered.
     "I love you," he replied.  He placed his hands on my bare hips
and pulled me closer to him, pressing his hard rod against mine as
we continued to kiss.
     Lifting me up in the water, he walked us back to shore.  He
lay me down on my back and gently pressed against me as he lay down
on top of me on the sand.  Without uttering a word, he raised up
and used the water from the pool to lubricate my love hole.  I
didn't stop him as he eased his hard rod up inside me.  We had left
our suitcases in the cabin of the boat and our condoms were in my
suitcase, but I didn't stop him.  I loved him so much and wanted
him inside me.  We had been limited to how we could act together
this weekend.  Now we were alone and he was all I needed.
     He pressed deep inside me.  "I'll take it out before I cum,"
he whispered, between kisses.
     I moaned and pressed him in deeper.  "It doesn't matter," I
replied.  "I love you."
     "I love you, too."
     Even though we were lying on the soft sand, we found our
rhythm.  After some time, he began to speed up.  "I'm going to
cum," he gasped.  
     He rose up and pulled out just as the sound of a helicopter
pierced the air in the distance.  I grabbed his dick and pulled him
up.  I took him in my mouth and sucked him hard and fast; we didn't
have much time.  He expanded and let out a cry as he blasted his
hot load down my throat.
     Laughing, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, licking up
the love juice that I hadn't been able to swallow.  We jumped into
the water and washed the sand off, then grabbed our towels and
quickly dried off.  The Coast Guard chopper appeared above us and
I looked up and waved at Dad as Brad pulled his shorts on.  We got
dressed and dashed through the trees while Dad circled the island
looking for other people who were stranded.
     Brad carried our suitcases down the ladder and handed them to
me as Dad landed the chopper on the beach about twenty feet from
us.  He hopped out and dashed over to us.  "Hi, Kris," he yelled
above the roar of the chopper.  He hugged me and patted Brad on the
back.  "You two looked like you were having a good time," he said
with a grin.  I noted a twinkle in his blue eyes that informed me
he knew what we had been doing.
     "We were, Dad," I replied.  It was so nice not to have to
pretend with my family like we did with Brad's.
     Dad looked tired.  Even though he smiled warmly at us, his
handsome face was strained.  I knew that he'd been out all night
searching for people who were lost in the storm.
     Dad got us loaded in the chopper.  The co-pilot was Lieutenant
Paul Duncan.  Dad had been flying with Paul for about a year.  Mom
and Dad had him and his wife, Beth, over for dinner occasionally
when Brad and I were there, so Brad and I didn't have to pretend
with him there, either.
     I put on the helmet and strapped myself into my seat.  It had
been quiet a while since I had ridden with Dad, but I always
enjoyed it.  Adjusting the microphone so I could talk to everyone
in the chopper, I leaned forward and put my hand on the co-pilots
shoulder.  "Hi Paul," I said.  "How are you?"
     He looked back at me and smiled.  "Great.  You looked like you
were having fun down there.  Might have to bring Beth and try that. 
I haven't been skinny dipping since high school."
     Paul was attractive and looked hot in his uniform; I wouldn't
have minded skinny dipping with him, myself.  "Maybe Dad will let
us stay for a while and we can all go," I said as Dad climbed into
the pilot's seat.  He hadn't removed his helmet when he got out. 
The helmets ran on battery and radio frequency and didn't have to
be plugged in, so he was able to hear everything we had said from
the moment I started talking.
     "That would be fun, Kris," Dad replied.  "But unfortunately,
we've got some folks missing out there and I've just about ran out
of places to look for them.  We're really getting worried about
them, too."
     Kilgore Lake was four hundred miles wide and six hundred miles
long.  Kilgore Island was the only island in the lake, but it was
only twenty miles from Jefferson.  The branch of the Coast Guard
that Dad worked for served a two hundred mile radius of Kilgore
Lake.     
     "Can Brad and I help look?" I asked, glancing at Brad.  He
noticed my lips move and leaned closer to me.
     "What?" he yelled over the roar of the engine.
     I grinned and reached over and turned his headset on.  Brad
had never flown with Dad before and didn't know we could talk over
the headsets without having to yell at each other.
     "We'd be glad for you to," Dad was replying.
     "Can you hear us now, Brad?" I asked.
     "Yeah, cool.  That's better," he said.  "What did you
volunteer for me to do this time, babe?" he asked, his brown eyes
twinkling as he took my hand in his and held it.
     Paul turned around and looked at us as Dad lifted the
helicopter off the beach; Brad did not let go of my hand.  "We're
going to lower you into the water on a line and let you go under so
you can look for people who didn't fair as well as you did in
yesterdays storm," he replied before I could.
     "Okay, but only if Kris goes under with me," Brad replied.   
     Paul handed him a pair of binoculars, then he handed me a
pair.  "We're going to circle the island again," Paul said.  "Look
close to see if you can see anything that might look like someone
stranded.  If you see some cute guy sunning himself, keep it to
yourself.  If you see a cute girl, let me know."
     "I'm telling Beth," I said.  He looked back at me and grinned,
but didn't reply.  Dad circled the island a couple of times, but
the only sign of life was 'The Dream Machine', but even it was
abandoned now.
     Keeping our eyes to the water, Brad and I continued looking
for wreckage as Dad guided the helicopter skillfully over the lake. 
A few miles offshore, I spotted a Silver Streak speedboat heading
toward the marina.
     "There's Grandma, Grandpa and the Peterson's," I pointed out. 
     Hearing the helicopter, they looked up and waved at us.  I
waved back.  Dad took off and we searched the last few places that
he had in mind.  We saw no one or anything that looked like anyone
who might have been in trouble.
     Coast Guard Headquarters were located a few miles down the
road from the marina.  Dad had told Captain Brady to tell Grandpa
that he would take Brad and me home, so the Peterson's wouldn't
have to wait on us, in case it took a while before he could get to
the island.  We had actually been surprised - and a little
disappointed - that he had arrived so soon.
     "Dad, what about Smuggler's Cove?" I asked as we headed toward
headquarters.
     "We haven't checked it yet," Paul admitted, "but I think
someone has.  Ben's on the horn with HQ right now, he can't hear
us."
     "I'm back," Dad said.  "Captain Brady wants us to check
Saunder's Way, then we can pack it in."
     "Kris wondered if anyone had checked Smuggler's Cove," Paul
informed him.
     "I think Colonel Hays did," Dad replied.  "I'll check."     
A moment later, Dad returned and said, "Yeah, it's been searched. 
There was one couple who were out on a dingy there.  They were
picked up early this morning."
     The water below us was choppy; surprising since it had been
almost twenty-four hours since the storm.  The sky was clear.  It
didn't seem to be very windy.  "Okay, guys," Paul said, "binoculars
ready.  We're getting close to Saunder's Way."
     Saunder's Way was a three mile stretch of jagged rocks along
the south coast.  If anyone had been near this stretch when the
storm hit, they wouldn't have survived being slammed against the
rocks.
     I had flown with my father several times throughout my
lifetime, but I had never helped him on Search and Rescue.  I was
almost afraid to look through the binoculars.  I didn't want to see
anything that would require action on our part.  I knew Dad and
Paul were exhausted and needed rest.  They wouldn't get any if we
had to do a rescue.  But I also knew that if anyone was in trouble
down there, we would have to help them.  
     Taking a deep breath, I raised the binoculars to my eyes.  The
waves smashed violently against the jagged shore.  I saw nothing
but water and rocks as I scanned the edge of the lake.  Even the
water foul weren't hanging around this area because of the violent
waves.  Scanning the land, I saw a glint of something move in the
old lighthouse as we circled the area and started down Saunder's
Way.  "Dad, do they still use the lighthouse?" I asked.
     "Oh, yeah," he replied.  "As a matter of fact, Old Man Winters
should be in there now.  Did you see him?"
     "I saw something move," I replied.  "Couldn't make out what it
was."
     "I'll radio him and see if he's okay," Paul offered.
     "Do you see anything, sweetheart?" I asked Brad.
     "Nothing, babe.  Everything looks good from up here.  Glad we
weren't near hear yesterday, though.  Glad we're not down there now
either.  That water's nasty."
     "Old Man Winters is doing fine," Paul said a few minutes
later.
     "Why do you call him that," Brad asked.
     "He wants everyone to," Dad replied.  "He's almost eighty. 
His dad used to take care of the lighthouse and his dad before him. 
They were all called Old Man Winters because their last name is
Winters and, as they get old, they like that nickname.  No one
actually knows who started it.
     "Well, since you two don't see anything," Dad continued,
turning the chopper around, "I guess we'll head for base.  I'm
exhausted.  Paul and I have been at this since about three o'clock
yesterday afternoon."
     "If you'd rather not take us home," I said, "we can call a
cab, or have Chad or the Peterson's come get us."
     "No, no, that's fine.  I have something I want to give you. 
As you know, Saturday is your mom's birthday.  I got her something
yesterday morning on my way to work.  I'd like for you to take it
home with you and, if you don't mind, wrap it for me.  I'm terrible
at doing that and I didn't have time to wait for them to wrap it
for me at the store."
     "I'd be glad to," I replied as Dad skillfully set the
helicopter on the helipad at Coast Guard Headquarters.
     Paul removed his helmet and jumped out.  He opened the door
for me and caught me in his strong arms as I jumped out.  He
grinned at me.  I could tell he was just as tired as Dad was.  "Are
you going to get some rest now?" I asked.
     "I hope so," he replied.  He turned and caught Brad as he
jumped down.
     "Thanks for helping us out, guys," Paul said, wearily.     
     "I'm just thankful that we didn't find anyone," I said.  "I
just hope that means we didn't miss anyone."
     Paul hugged me again as Dad came around the helicopter with
Brad and I's luggage.  "Do you want to put these in the car while
I go get signed out and get the present?" he asked, handing them to
Brad.
     "Sure," Brad replied.  
     Dad handed me the keys.  "I'm parked around the corner close
to the front door.  You know where my parking place is."
     "Sure.  Paul, you get some rest," I said.
     He smiled.  "I will," he promised.
     Brad and I walked around the building to where the Officers
parking was.  I didn't say anything to Brad, but I had always
gotten the feeling that if I wasn't with Brad and Paul wasn't
married to Beth, I could have Paul.  He always acted straight and
macho, but he would occasionally hug me and sometimes I'd catch him
looking at me the same way Brad did.
     I unlocked the trunk of Dad's Official Coast Guard Plymouth
and Brad placed our suitcases inside.  I unlocked the driver's side
door and pressed the electronic switch to unlock the other doors. 
    "You want to sit up front with him?" Brad asked, placing his
hand on my hip and pulling me into a hug.
     "I was thinking that since he is so tired, why don't you drive
and he can lay down in the back seat and get some rest?  We could
drop him off and go on home.  You could drive the car back to him
this evening and I could follow you in my car."
     "Will they let us do that, since it's a company car?" he
asked.
     "I don't see why not.  Mom's driven it all over town by
herself before."
     I closed the door and leaned up against the car.  Brad looked
around and, taking my hands in his, lead me over to the front of
the car.  He sat down on the hood and I stood between his legs and
he held me while we waited for Dad to come out.  "I wish I knew
what Dad's going to do about the boat," he said, softly.
     "I hope he can get it into dry dock and get it repaired
without costing a fortune," I said.  "Martha said she didn't know
if the insurance would cover it or not."
     "Yeah.  But I have a feeling that it would have gotten smashed
up worse if we had stayed in the marina.  It might not have if we
were docked further in, but since we were on the end, it might
have."
     "I didn't think to look at the other boats that were moored
there when we flew over," I admitted.
     "I didn't either."
     "Excuse me, can I help you?" a woman asked from behind us.
"This is a staff car.  Civilians are not allowed to sit on staff
cars."
      I had my head on Brads shoulder and he hadn't noticed her
come up behind us.  I turned around to see a Major with short curly
black hair and a pair of black glasses.  
     "Hi, Major Kramer," I said, reading her name tag.  I had never
seen her nor had I heard Dad or Paul talk about her.  "I'm
Kristopher Brown, this is my boyfriend Brad Peterson.  We're
waiting on my father, Captain Benjamin Brown.  He just got off
after pulling," I glanced at my watch, it was twelve noon, now, "a
twenty-eight hour shift.  Twenty-one hours of that were S and R." 
    She looked at me wide-eyed in disbelief for a moment.  I wasn't
sure if it was because I had introduced Brad as my boyfriend or if
it was because Dad had been on a twenty-eight hour shift.  Dad's
normal schedule was from eight to five, but since the storm hit at
about eleven the morning before and they began Search and Rescue at
three, he hadn't gotten off at five.
     "I see," she finally said, looking toward the front door.  I
followed her gaze.  Dad was just coming out. 
     "There he is now," I said, not sure if she knew him.
     Dad had changed into his civilian clothes.  His brown hair was
wet, so I knew he had showered before coming out.
     "Hi, Major Kramer," he said when he reached us.  "I see you
met my son and his roommate."
     "Yes, I did," she replied.
     "Are you just now getting in?" he asked.
     "Yes, just a few minutes ago.  Kristopher told me you pulled
a twenty-eight hour shift.  I guess you're ready to get home and
hit the hay?"
     "Sure am," he replied.
     "Sorry to hear that.  I have some things I needed to discuss
with you, but I can wait until tomorrow."
     "I've got a list of things on my desk to talk to you about,
too," he replied.  "If I wasn't beat and didn't need to get the
boys home, I'd stick around, but I'd better wait until I've got a
fresh head."
     "Okay, I'll see you in the morning then," she said.
     "Make an appointment for as early as possible with Rebecca,"
he said, shaking her hand.  "I'll be in at eight."  Since he was
out of uniform, he didn't have to solute her.
     Major Kramer smiled at me.  "It was nice meeting you,
Kristopher," she said.  Glancing at Brad, she turned and went into
the building.  She had not spoken to him, nor him her.
     Brad slid off the car, right against me.  "I'll drive, Ben,"
he said.  "You lay down in the back seat and get some rest."     
Dad handed me the sack he carried.  "I hope you have some wrapping
paper, Kris," he said.  "I didn't have time to get any."
     "I do," I replied.  He opened the back door and climbed into
the car.  I was surprised he didn't argue.  He always preferred to
drive when he went anywhere.
     I put the sack in the trunk and climbed in the front seat. 
Dad was asleep by the time we pulled out of the parking lot.     
I placed my hand on Brad's bare leg and he smiled.  "Thanks for
doing this, Brad," I whispered.
     "My pleasure," he replied, placing his hand over mine.     
With him holding my hand, we rode in silence to our apartment. 
Quietly, he got the suitcases out of the trunk.  He carried them
and I carried the sack in.  I got in my blue Lexus and followed
Brad to my parents house.  
     Brad used the garage door opener to get into the garage and I
parked in the drive way.  I opened the kitchen door, then opened
the back car door.  "Dad?" I said softly, shaking him.  
     He opened his eyes and stretched, squinting at me.  "Hi,
Kris," he said, softly.
     "We're home," I said.  "Come in and get to bed."
     He sat up and yawned, looking around.  "Thanks for bringing me
home, guys," he said.
     I followed him into the kitchen.  "Good night, Dad," I said. 
"Maybe we can celebrate Father's Day later," I said.
     He hugged me.  "I'd like that," he said.  "I wish that Benny
could have gotten away to come home," he added, referring to my
brother.  "Good night, Kris; Brad."
     He went down the hall to the master bedroom.
     I crossed to the kitchen counter where they kept their
answering machine.  Brad sat down on a bar stool next to the
breakfast counter and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms
around me. I pressed the "Memo" button on the answering machine.  
"Hi, Mom," I said into the instrument.  "It's twelve-thirty.  Brad
and I just dropped Dad off, he's gone to bed.  I've got to do
laundry, so call me this evening after Dad wakes up.  I don't want
to wake him up by calling.  He's exhausted.  Talk to you later.  I
love you."  I pressed the "Stop" button. 
     Brad stood up, pressing his body against me.  
     "Let's get out of here," he said. 
     "Okay," I replied.  "Mom should be home soon."
     Brad led me to the front door and we left, locking it behind
us.  Without saying a word, I handed him the keys and we got into
my car.  I held his hand while he drove us home.
     When we got home, I followed Brad into the bedroom.  He took
his sweat shirt off and tossed it in the dirty clothes basket in
the closet.  "I wish we could go back to the island for a few
days," he said.
     I picked up the shirt and checked the pockets.  "Did you want
me to wash these?" I asked, handing him the keys to the boat and
his wallet.
     "Sorry," he said, placing them on the dresser.  He never
remembered to empty his pockets.  Luckily, I always checked them
before washing.
     I separated the clothes and he sat on the edge of the bed and
watched.  "I wish we could, too," I said, opening my suitcase to
remove my dirty clothes from it.  "But we've got to be at work in
the morning.  Maybe we can go this weekend."
     I opened his suitcase and separated out his clothes.  "I hope
we can," he said. 
     "I don't see any reason we can't," I replied.  "I'm sure we'll
be able to rent a boat."
     I scooped up the four piles of clothes and put them back in
the basket.  "Do you have enough quarters?" he asked.
     I opened the drawer we kept our stash in.  "Yes, you got a
roll Friday, remember?"
     "Yeah," he replied, picking up the basket.  
     I went to the kitchen and grabbed the bleach and soap and we
went out the patio doors in the living room.  Our apartment was
pool side and the laundry room was next to the pool.  It was great
to be so close to the pool and laundry room.  We usually swam and
lay out while we washed.
     Luckily, no one else was washing when we arrived, so we took
all four washers.  Brad put the money in and started each one while
I dumped in the bleach and soap.  He let me load the washers, but
he closed the lids for me.  When the laundry was going, he pulled
me into his arms and kissed me.  "I love you, Kris," he whispered. 
     "I love you," I replied and kissed him again.  "Thanks for
helping me with the laundry."
     "Since we didn't get a chance for lunch, do you want me to run
to a burger joint and get something?  That way you won't have to
cook."
     "If you're sure you don't mind," I replied.  "That would be
nice."
     "Well, I won't be able to stand here and hold you if I leave,
but I am hungry and I'm sure you are, too."
     "Mm," I replied hugging him tighter.  "That's a tough choice." 
    "I'll be back as soon as possible," he said.  He kissed me on
the lips.  
     I held him tight and the kiss lingered.  "Hurry back," I
whispered.  
     He grinned at me.  "I promise."
     "I love you, Brad," I said.
     "I love you," he replied, softly.  He turned toward the door
and I started to sit down on a folding chair that was supplied by
the complex.  We both froze in our tracks as we looked toward the
door.  Chad stood there with his mouth open.  He had seen and heard
everything we had said and done to each other.
     Brad finally regained his composure.  "Hi, Chad," he said.   
     Chad looked from me to Brad, then sighed, shook his head and
left.  Brad looked back at me, shrugged and went after him.

     I had just started the last dryer when Brad came back in with
a bag and two drinks from the closest burger joint.  "Here we go,
honey," he said.  "Do you want to sit out by the pool and eat?"   
     "Sure," I replied, taking a soda and the bag from him.  I
followed him out to the pool.  There were two women lying out, but
no one was swimming.  I looked at my watch; one-forty-two.  I was
surprised there weren't more people at the pool since it was a
beautiful Sunday afternoon.  It was usually packed on Sundays.  It
must have been because it was Father's Day.  Brad set his soda down
at a table close enough to the laundry room that we could get to it
fast if we needed to; not that we had ever had any trouble in this
complex.  I was thankful that he chose the table he did, it had an
open umbrella on it.  We were able to sit in the shade.
     "What happened with Chad?" I asked, taking a burger out of the
sack and setting it in front of him.
     "Thanks, hon," he said, softly.  "I don't know.  I tried to
catch up with him but he jumped in his car and took off.  I guess
he's probably gone straight to Mom and Dad."
     I set the extra-large box of fries on a napkin between us.  We
always shared a box.  "Well, maybe they won't care," I said as he
bit into his burger.  "After all, Frank did say you might as well
be doing me, when you offered me to Chad and Chad said he'd rather
sleep alone."
     "Yeah, but you know he was joking, babe.  I was, too.  I don't
want you sleeping with anyone but me."
     "I know.  And I don't want to sleep with anyone but you,
either.  But just remember, Brad, no matter what happens, they are
your parents and they love you.  And if they do disown you for
loving me, remember that I love you, too, and I'll always be here
for you.  You can't get rid of me."
     He grinned and leaned over and kissed me.  "You can't get rid
of me either," he said.
     "Actually, your mother said something to me when we were doing
the dishes yesterday evening that makes me think that she knows
we're lovers."
     "Oh?  What was that?" he asked, dipping a fry in ketchup.    
     "She said she was surprised that Chad hadn't found anyone
special yet, but didn't mention you.  Like maybe she knew you had
found someone special."
     He grinned and leaned over and kissed me, again.  "I sure
have," he whispered.
     I kissed him.  "Hey, you two can't do that here," we heard
behind us.
     We turned to look at the man who had spoken; it was the
apartment manager.  "Well why not?" I asked.  "I saw you and your
secretary sitting out here Friday at noon doing it."
     Brad grinned at me as Mr. Harris blushed all the way up to the
top of his bald head.  "And I saw you and Mrs. Harris doing it in
the pool the other night after the pool was supposed to be closed,"
Brad said.
     One of the women who were sunning sat up and looked at Mr.
Harris over the top of her sunglasses.  I thought his head was
going to fly off, so much blood had gone to the top of it.  He
cleared his throat, adjusted his wire framed glasses.  "Okay, but
just make sure you throw the trash in the trash can," he said and
rushed out of the pool area.
     I smiled at Brad and took a bite of my hamburger.  "I think he
was talking about the kiss," I said, softly, "but I was talking
about him having lunch with his secretary here, Friday.  If he did
kiss her, I didn't see him.  But the way he acted when I said that,
he might have."
     Brad leaned over and kissed me again before I could take
another bite.  "It doesn't matter anyway," he said.  "We've both
seen a lot of tenants kiss and have lunch out here.  There's no way
he can stop us from doing either and get away with it."
     When we finished eating, we put our wrappers and the empty
fries box in the paper bag they came in and threw them in the trash
can beside the door of the laundry room.  Brad helped me carry the
laundry into the apartment after it got dry.  "Maybe I'd better
call Mom and Dad," he said, collapsing on the bed as he watched me
fold and put up the clothes.
     "What ever you want to do, sweetheart," I replied as there was
a knock on the front door.
     "Probably the manager trying to evict us," he said, hopping
off the bed and heading into the hallway.
     A moment later I heard him say, "Hi, Dad.  Any news on the
boat?"
     "Yeah.  Sam from The Boat House came and got it," Frank said. 
"It's in dry dock now.  Turns out the insurance will take care of
everything.  If it hadn't been for Martha's stubbornness out
lasting mine, we wouldn't have gotten the plan that we did and
she'd be all over my ass right now, telling me 'I told you so.'"  
     "Good thing she won, for a change," Brad said.
     "Oh you know she always wins, Brad, one way or another. 
Anyway, I needed to pick up the keys from you.  They need to go
down in your bedroom and move the bed to make sure that the boulder
didn't hurt the inside any."
     "They're in the bedroom," he said.  "I'll get them."
     Brad's family had never been in our apartment except the
living room.  They never stayed long enough to use the bathroom or
explore the apartment.  Which was good because we had never told
them it was a one-bedroom apartment.  They had never asked, either. 
     Brad walked into the bedroom and grabbed the keys off the
dresser.  He had just turned around when his dad stepped into the
room.  "I was surprised that Sam was open today, since it's Sunday
and Father's Day.  I'm also surprised he got it so quick," Frank
was saying.  Brad handed him the keys.  Frank frowned and turned
around and looked into the bathroom, which was across the hall from
the bedroom door.  He opened the door to the hall closet.  "This is
just a one-bedroom?" he asked.  Brad nodded.  "Where do you sleep,
Kris?"  The bedspread was a purple and black satin print that
Martha had given Brad when he had his first apartment, so Frank
naturally expected this to be Brad's room.
     I glanced at Brad.  He sighed and sat down on the end of the
bed.  "He sleeps here with me," he said.  "We're lovers, Dad.  I'm
gay and so is he.  I've never been with a woman before.  I had my
first gay encounter in junior high."
     "I see," Frank said, looking from me to Brad and back again. 
"I guess Chad knows all about this?  You've always been real
close."

     "Well, no," Brad replied.  "I haven't told him.  He didn't
know until this afternoon.  He came over while we were doing
laundry and caught us kissing in the laundry room.  I was just
saying goodbye to Kris.  I was on my way to get us some lunch and
kissed him goodbye and told him I loved him.  When I turned around
to leave, Chad was standing in the door.  I didn't catch him before
he took off.  I figured he'd go straight to you and Mom."
     "He might have gone to your mother, but I've been at The Boat
House," Frank said.  He looked at me for a moment then left without
saying goodbye.
     Brad followed him out of the room.  I sighed and hung Brad's
last shirt up and placed the basket in the bottom of the closet
where we kept it.  I started out the door and bumped into Brad.  He
hugged me and kissed me on the lips.  "I love you, Kris," he said. 
"No matter what happens now."
     "I love you, too," I replied.  "Did he say anything to you?" 
     "Nothing.  He was gone by the time I got in there."
     "Maybe you'd better call your mom," I suggested.
     I followed him into the living room and he grabbed the
cordless off the coffee table and pressed the speed dial button for
his parents.  "Hi, Mom," he said after a moment. . . "Yeah, Dad
just left with the keys.  That's good news."
     He sat down on the couch.  He reached up and pulled me into
his lap.  He was still wearing only the pair of flimsy shorts he
had worn the night before when we took our walk on the beach, but
I had washed the sweat shirt he had worn that morning.  I placed my
head on his bare shoulder and he held the phone where I could hear
what his mother was saying.
     "Have you heard from Chad lately?" he asked, making it sound
as though we hadn't heard from him in months instead of a couple of
hours.
     "Yes, he's here," she replied.  
     "I guess he told you he stopped by here earlier?" Brad asked. 
     "Why don't you tell me, Brad?" she asked.  "Maybe he didn't
see or hear what he thought he did.  He did mention that the
washers were going and it was kind of dark in the room since he was
standing outside in the bright sunlight."
     I looked into Brad's eyes.  Chad had told her.  Brad had told
his dad.  There was no reason not to tell her now and Brad knew it. 
"No, Mom," he said with a sigh.  "Chad wasn't mistaken.  Kris and
I have been lovers since before I moved in here.  Dad just found
out that this is a one-bedroom apartment, too, so I told him,
also."
     "Well, I'm glad that you finally got up the nerve to tell us,
Bradley," she said.  "I've been watching you two try to keep your
feelings for each other from us for over a year now, when you're
around us."
     "You have?" Brad asked, bewildered.
     "Yes.  How did your father react?" she asked.
     "He just left; didn't say anything."
     "I was afraid he'd do that," she said.  "I have told him that
you are a couple but he didn't believe me and hoped I was wrong. 
He'll come around, just be patient."
     "What about Chad?" Brad asked.  "He wouldn't talk to me
either."
     "I'll talk to him.  Will you be home for the rest of the
evening?"
     "Yes."
     "Okay, stay put until you hear from us.  I love you, Bradley,"
she said.  "You tell Kristopher that I love him, too."
     "Thanks, Mom," Brad replied.  "We love you, too."
     He hung up and sighed.  "Well, at least we still have Mom on
our side."
     "We've got each other, too," I replied and kissed him on the
lips.  "That's all that matters to me."
     He ran his hand down my back and rested it on my bottom.  "You
wanna go take a nap?" he asked with that grin that always drove me
crazy.
     "I get the feeling I won't be getting any sleep," I replied as
the phone rang.
     I picked it up off the couch where he had laid it.  "Hello?"
I asked.
     "Hi, Kris," Mom said.  "I got your message.  Dad's still
asleep.  I didn't dare wake him up.  I talked to Grandma and she
said the boat you were one was pretty well grounded."
     "Yes.  But Frank just stopped by and said they got it in dry
dock.  Hopefully they can get it repaired.  The insurance will pay
for it."
     "That's good," Mom said.  "Well, I'll let you go, I just
wanted to let you know Dad's still asleep."
     "Okay, thanks, Mom," I said and hung up.
     Brad hugged me and I looked at my watch.  "It's three-thirty,"
I said.  "I think I'll take a quick shower and take you up on that
nap."
     I got up and he followed me into the bathroom and watched me
remove my clothes.  I stepped into the tub and turned around.  I
reached over and grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled them out
where I could see his soft brown pubic hair.  "You're not going to
wear these to take a shower in, are you?" I asked, grinning at him. 
    "I was hoping you'd invite me to join you," he replied.  He
stepped out of his shorts and stepped into the tub against me.  I
wrapped my arms around him and kissed him gently on the lips as he
placed his warm strong hands on my sides and ran them down to my
hips. 
     "You've got a standing open invitation for the rest of our
lives," I replied.
     "I love you, too, Kris," he whispered and kissed me again.   
     Somehow we did actually manage to get a shower, but we had
just crawled into bed when there was a knock on the door.
     "Shit, who could that be?" Brad whispered, even though who
ever was at the door wouldn't have been able to hear him say it. 
I had his hard rod in my hand and didn't want to let go of it. 
Reluctantly, I got up and grabbed a pair of bikini shorts out of a
drawer and slipped them on.  We could pretend that we were on our
way out to the pool if we needed to.  I threw a pair at Brad and he
put them on, too.
     On the way to the door, I grabbed a couple of beach towels out
of the hall closet and gave one to Brad.  He knew what the plan
was.
     I looked through the peep hole as there was another knock on
the door.  It was Chad.  I opened the door.  "Hi, Chad," I said,
smiling at him as though nothing had happened earlier that
afternoon.
     "Hi, Kris," he said.  He ran his eyes over me and then looked
up at Brad.  "Hi, bro," he said.  "Am I interrupting anything?"   
     Luckily, Brad had lost his boner.  "No, we were just going to
the pool.  We'd like for you to join us.  I've got a pair of briefs
you can wear."
     To our surprise and delight, he replied, "Sure, I'd like that. 
And I'm really sorry I freaked out earlier, Brad.  I should have
stuck around and talked to you instead of running off."
     "It's okay, bro," Brad said.
     "No, it's not, Brad," Chad said.  "I had a feeling the way you
two were acting on the beach last night that you were lovers.  I
also knew that you are gay from high school.  But since you never
mentioned it, I thought maybe I was wrong."
     "How did you know from high school?" Brad asked.
     "Before you got a tan we were identical, remember?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Well, in our Sophomore year, there was a guy, Rick, who
caught up with me in the hall and followed me into the restroom one
day.  We were alone and he thought it was you and asked me if I
wanted to screw him again like I had the week before.  He said he
'really liked the feel of your big cock up his ass'."
     "Oh, shit," Brad gasped.  "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
     "Well, he was embarrassed to death when I told him that he
must be talking about you because I certainly hadn't ever stuck my
cock up anyone's ass.  He turned three shades of red and rushed out
the door.  I watched you closely for the next few months, but you
never seemed to be queer and I never saw you two together, so I
decided he was just trying to pick me up or get you into trouble." 
     Brad led him into the bedroom.  I hadn't realized that Brad
had taken a moment to make the bed.  It didn't appear that we had
been in it only a few minutes before.  "You should have told me,"
Brad said.  "I did try to get into his pants again a few weeks
after that, but he got all nervous and took off.  I never did get
him again."
     "I've got some suntan lotion," I said, changing the subject
and taking it and another towel for Chad, out of the closet.     
Brad got a pair of bikini briefs out of the drawer we kept our swim
wear in and handed them to him.  "I hope they look as good on me as
they do you, bro," Chad said, sitting down on the end of the bed to
remove his shoes.
     "I'm sure they will," Brad replied.  "However, if you get a
tan, Kris might not be able to tell us apart."
     Chad smiled at me as he removed his shirt.  "Sure he can," he
said, laying his shirt on the bed.  "Just remember, Kris, he has a
birthmark; I don't."
     "Oh?  Where?" I asked.  I had explored Brad's body inch by
inch and had never seen a birthmark before.
     To my surprise, Chad removed his underwear and shorts in one
motion.  He stood totally nude before us.  He reached over and
pulled Brad's bikini down with his fore finger; exposing just his
pubic hair.  "Brad's got a mole here," he said, pointing to the
mole on the outside edge of his pubic hair on his right side.  "And
as you can see, I don't."
     Chad let go of Brad's bikini and put on the pair that Brad had
given him.  "But you'd better not go running around pulling his
pants down to check," Brad said with a twinkle in his eyes.
     I grinned.  "Well, there is another way I can tell you apart,"
I admitted.
     "Oh?  How's that?" Brad asked.
     "Chad parts his hair on the right, you part yours on the
left."
     "True, but when we get in the pool, you're not going to be
able to use that way of telling because when our hair gets wet, it
goes to the back."
     I wrapped my arms around Brad's neck.  "Here's another thing
Chad won't do that you will," I said and kissed him gently on the
lips.
     "We'll he'd better not," Brad said.
     "Don't worry, bro," Chad said, looking at himself in the full-
length mirror that hung on the outside door of the closet door. 
"If Kris tries to kiss me, I won't let him."
     We went outside through the patio doors in the living room. 
Mr. and Mrs. Harris were laying out beside the pool.  There were
several other tenants there, too.  The ladies who had been there
earlier were gone.
     We spread our towels out as close to the pool as we could get,
then all three of us jumped in.  Sure enough, when we got out, Brad
and Chad's hair went back and I wouldn't have been able to tell
them apart if Chad had a tan.
     I squirted lotion on my hands and rubbed it on Chad's back,
then I did Brad.  Brad did mine when I was done.  I caught Mr.
Harris watching us several times, but he never said anything.     

     "There you are," I heard Frank say.  I glanced at my watch. 
We had been laying out for a couple of hours.
     "Hi Dad," Brad said.  "We're just getting Chad a tan."
     "I see that," Frank said.  "He looks just like you now."     
     I looked over at Chad, who had sat up.  He had darkened better
than any of us had expected him to on his first layout.  Now, I
couldn't tell them apart.
     "How's it going, Dad?" Chad asked.
     "Great.  Sam thinks the boat will be ready to put back in the
water by Friday.  He did suggest that we go ahead and get it
stripped and painted before we do, though.  The bottom part being
underwater, it would be easier to get it done now instead of having
to bring it out of the water again later."
     "That would be easier," Chad agreed.
     "Yeah."  Frank looked at me, then Brad, then back at me.  "I
was hoping that you and the twins would be able to come over after
work this week and maybe help strip and paint for a couple of hours
every evening, Kris.  If you do, then we might be able to go back
out on the lake next weekend and have that good time we were
supposed to have this weekend."
     I glanced at Brad.  He sat up and looked up at his father.  "I
don't know about Chad, Dad," he said, "but Kris and I'd be glad
to."  I noticed that Brad answered for me now that his father knew
we were lovers.  It was a good feeling.
     Frank looked at Chad.  "I'll be there for you, too, Dad," Chad
said.  "But depending on how the interview tomorrow goes, I might
have to work this weekend.  If I do, I won't be able to go out on
the lake with you.  Otherwise, I will.  It's not supposed to be a
weekend job, but you never know."
     I stood up and picked up my towel.  "Why don't you call
Martha, Frank?" I asked.  "Have her come over and you and Chad stay
for dinner."
     "Well, it's five-forty," Frank said, looking at his watch,
"she might already have dinner going over there.  We usually eat at
six."
     I headed into the apartment; he followed.  "Won't hurt to
call," I said, handing him the cordless.
     He smiled at me as he took the phone.  "If you're sure, Kris." 
    "I am," I replied.  "I've never had you over for a meal before. 
If we're going to be related, I should have you over more often."
     I was relieved that Frank didn't lose his smile after I said
that; he didn't take his eyes off me as he waited for Martha to
answer the phone, either.
     "Hi, honey," he said after a few moments.  "I'm sorry I hadn't
had a chance to call you before now.  I'm over at Brad's and Kris',
Chad's here, too.  Kris has invited us to stay for dinner if you
want to come over and haven't started cooking yet. . .I see. . .
No, he hasn't. . .I'll see," he held the phone away from his mouth. 
"She's just about got supper ready, Kris," he said.  "But she said
that you and the twins can come over.  She's got plenty."
     I glanced at Brad and Chad as they walked in the room.  I
hadn't actually realized until then how dark Chad had gotten.  Had
I not remembered that Brad had on red briefs and Chad black, I
wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.  "It's fine with me,
babe," Brad said.  "But we will have to take a shower before going
over there.  We've got to get this chlorine off."
     The twins had jumped in the pool before coming in; since I
hadn't, I had sweat and suntan lotion to get off, too.
     "Can you hold it for an hour?" Frank asked into the phone. 
"They were laying out and need to take a shower first. . .Are you
sure? . . .Okay, I'll be home in a little bit then.  I can get a
shower, too while we're waiting on them.  I love you. . .Bye."  He
hung up and placed the phone on the coffee table.  "She said that
will be fine.  She'll make some cornbread while she waits."
     "Thanks, Dad," Brad said, leading him to the front door.     
     "I'll get you a clean towel, Chad," I offered, leading him
into the hallway.
     He removed the briefs while I placed a towel on the toilet
seat.  "Wow, I am going to have a hard time telling you two apart,"
I said as he stepped into the tub.  "Had I not remembered that you
had on black briefs, I wouldn't have been able to."
     He grinned.  "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten a tan, then," he
said.
     "I'm just surprised that you tanned so dark so fast," I
replied as he closed the shower curtain.
     "We've got brown eyes," Brad said, kissing me on the back of
the neck as Chad turned the water on.  Brad stepped around me and
moved the towel and raised the lid of the toilet. 
     While he urinated, I said, "I'm going to jump in the pool for
a minute.  You get a shower when he's done, then I'll take a quick
one and we can go."
     I turned to go.  "Wait a minute," he said.  "Come back here." 
     I turned around.  "Come here," he ordered, still urinating.  
     "What?" I walked over to where he stood.
     He kissed me on the lips.  "You don't leave a room without
kissing me first, remember?" he said with that grin.
     "You're going to make me horny and when I get outside
everyone's going to see it," I whispered and kissed him again.    
     "Mm," he said, returning his member into the confines of his
tight briefs as it began to grow.  "Maybe we shouldn't go to Mom
and Dad's for dinner," he said.
     "Maybe I should get in the pool right now," I said as Chad
turned the water off.
     "I think you're right," Brad reluctantly agreed.  He picked up
Chad's towel and I left the room as Chad opened the curtain.     
     "Thanks, Brad," I heard Chad say as I walked through the patio
doors.
     After a lap around the pool, I dried off and headed back in,
closing the patio door and the drapes.  "Chad said he'd meet us
over there," Brad said as I stepped into the bathroom and removed
my wet suit.  He was still in the tub but was drying off.
     "Good," I said, stepping into the tub with him.  He grinned at
me and kissed me.  "You had your shower," I said.  "Out so I can
get one.  You're parents are probably starving by now."
     To my surprise, when I got out of the shower, Brad stepped
into the bathroom and put on some cologne.  He was wearing a pair
of slacks and a causal shirt.  He had blow dried his hair and it
was parted on the left.
     "Excuse me?" I said.  "Chad is that you?"
     Brad grinned at me in the mirror.  "No, babe, it's me, Brad." 
     I finished drying off and stepped out of the tub.  "Prove it,"
I said with a grin of my own.  
     He turned around and unzipped his pants and pulled his tan
briefs down, exposing his pubic hair.  "See, I have the mole," he
said, placing his finger on it.
     I kissed him on the lips.  "Then why are you all dressed up?
Brad would never dress up to go see his parents."
     "No, but Brad would like to take his boyfriend out to The
Cactus Cocktail Cavern after dinner for a couple of drinks and some
dancing before bringing him home and making mad passionate love to
him all night," he replied and made a pass at me and grinned that
grin.
     I smiled and kissed him again.  "I don't think we're ever
going to get to your parents," I said.
     He patted me on the bottom and pushed me away.  "Get dressed,
honey.  Nice, so we can be the envy of everyone there."
     I also dressed in slacks and a casual silk shirt.  "I just
called Mom and told her we were leaving," Brad said as I joined him
in the living room.
     "Good," I said.  "Did you get the present off the dresser for
your dad?"
     "No.  Thanks for reminding me," he said, going back into the
bedroom.  Since it was Father's Day, he had picked up a new leather
wallet for Frank.  I had wrapped it for him.  We had taken it with
us on the boat, but never had a chance to give it to him.
     "We have to go in my car if you're drinking, but remember we
have to be at work in the morning.  Are you sure they're open
tonight?"  
     Brad had a five-speed red Mustang convertible.  I couldn't
drive a stick shift so when he wanted to drink, we went in my
Lexus.  I closed the apartment door and handed him my keys as we
walked to my car.  "Yeah.  I called them while you were in the
shower," he said, opening the passengers door for me.  "They'll be
open until midnight."
     I unlocked the driver's side door with the electronic lock and
got in and buckled my seat belt.
     "I am not staying out until midnight," I informed him as he
got in and started the car.  I grinned at him and leaned over to
kiss him as he buckled his seat belt.  "Especially if you plan on
keeping me up all night.  I want to get home early so I can get
started on keeping you up all night."
     "Mm.  Baby, if you keep talking like that, I'll take you back
in the house and we'll call Mom and Dad and cancel dinner 'cause
I'm already getting up."
     I glanced at the dash clock.  "So am I, sweetheart," I said. 
"But they are expecting us and we've only got ten minutes to get
there before our hour is up.  It will take about seven to get there
if we don't have any traffic on the freeway.  So we'd better
hurry."
     He sighed and backed out of the parking space.  "Yeah, you're
right, babe," he said.  We got on the freeway and he reached over
and took my hand.
     "I'm really not looking forward to helping Frank strip the
boat," I admitted.
     "I know.  I'm not either, but we can't expect them to buy it
and do all the work and let us go out on it with them and maybe
sometimes borrow it for just the two of us."
     "That's true," I agreed.  "Do you think they'd mind if we
hired someone to do it?"
     He laughed.  "Look at the bright side, babe," he said.  "We'll
be together and we don't have to pretend we're just friends
anymore.  Being ourselves with my family is going to make stripping
and painting the boat fun."
     He turned into his parents drive way and parked next to Chad's
silver Trans Am Convertible.  "I'm going to hold you to that," I
said.  
     He grinned and kissed me.  "I'm going to hold you to me," he
whispered and kissed me again.  
     "I love you, Brad," I said.
     "I love you.  Stay put," he said.
     He got out and walked around to the passenger's side and
opened the door.  Taking his hand, I stepped out of the car. 
"You're going to spoil me," I said.
     "I'll do my best."
     Holding hands, we walked up to the front door and it opened as
we stepped onto the porch.  "About time you two got here," Chad
teased; his brown eyes sparkling as he grinned at us.
     "We were thinking about staying home," Brad admitted, placing
his hand on my back and letting me walk in first.
     "Okay, Kris, what have you done with Brad?" Frank asked when
we walked into the kitchen.  "He's never dressed up to come over
here before."
     "That's what I wanted to know, too," I replied.
     "I'm taking my boyfriend dancing after dinner," Brad said.
Martha beamed at us, but Frank and Chad exchanged an awkward look. 
I wasn't sure they were totally comfortable knowing we were a
couple.
     "You know, Dad," he continued, "you might not be so grouchy if
you took Mom out dancing once in a while.  The Cactus Cocktail
Cavern is open till midnight tonight.  It's a mixed crowd.  Why
don't you come with us?  Chad, you might even meet someone. 
There's usually quiet a few girls there that hit on me, until I put
my arm around Kris and guide him out to the dance floor or kiss
him.  I'm sure they'd be thrilled to get you, since they can't have
me."
     I smiled as Chad blushed.  Brad made it sound like we hung out
at The Cactus Cocktail Cavern.  We'd only been there once a couple
of months before, but there had been three women who had tried to
pick him up while we were sitting at the bar.  I was glad that he
hadn't mentioned that two guys had, too.  After that, we moved to
a table and everyone got the hint that we were together and left
him alone.  I made a mental note to be sure to get a table when we
got there.
     "We'll see," Chad replied.
     Brad handed his father the package and kissed him on the
cheek.  "Happy Father's Day, Dad," he said.  "I love you."
     Frank beamed at the present and tore the wrapping open. 
"Thanks, Brad," he said, happily.  He hugged Brad and looked
through the wallet.  I had stuck a ten dollar bill in it.
     "Now how did that get in there?" Brad asked, grinning at me.
     I shrugged.  "It wouldn't have been nice to give him an empty
wallet, would it?"
     We made small talk through dinner.  Mostly talking about the
boat and how long Frank thought it would take to get it back in the
water.  "I thought you didn't ever want to get it back on the
water, Dad," Brad said, passing me the cornbread.
     "Well, it's just like riding a bike, Brad," Frank said.  "If
you fall off, you have to get up and get back on it."
     "But the next time we go out, if the weather man says it's
going to rain, period, we're staying in," Martha said, sternly.   
     "Good idea, Mom," Chad agreed.
     After dinner, I helped Martha with the dishes.  "Do you think
you and Frank will come with us to the Cavern?" I asked, letting
the water out of the sink.
     "No.  We've got to be at work at eight in the morning.  We're
not as young as you are anymore.  We have to be in bed no later
than ten or we're not good for anything the next day.  It's almost
nine now, so we'll probably go sit out on the back porch and relax
for a while, then go to bed."
     "That will be nice," I agreed, following her into the living
room.
     "Now remember," Frank was saying, "you three meet us over at
The Boat House at six so we can get started on the boat."
     "No problem, Dad," Chad replied.
     "Chad why don't you bring a bag of ice and some sodas?" Brad
suggested.  "And Mom, if you and Dad will bring some plates,
napkins and cups, Kris and I will stop by KFC and get a bucket of
dinner for us."
     "That would be easier than trying to rush home from work, make
a bite to eat and then go over," Martha agreed.  "We didn't have
many leftovers from tonight, so I'd have to cook something for
tomorrow, anyway."
     Frank yawned.  "We're not going over there to eat," he said. 
"We're going to work.  But I like the idea of meeting there for
dinner.  There's a nice picnic table on the pier.  If it's not too
windy we could sit out there and eat before going to work."     
     "Okay, we'll do that, then," Brad said, standing.  "Anyone
going with Kris and me to the Cavern?"
     "I think we'll take a rain check, Brad," Frank said, getting
to his feet.  "Maybe some other time, when it's not so late."     
     "I'm not dressed for it," Chad said.  He was still wearing his
dress shorts and a nice shirt.  "But I'll walk you out."
     We said goodbye to the Peterson's and Chad followed us
outside.  "I'm sure there will be a lot of people who aren't
dressed as nice as you are, Chad," I informed him.  "You'll be
fine."
     He looked at Brad.  "Are you sure?" he asked.
     "Certainly.  Shit, when I was single, I used to go over to the
Ritz without a shirt on, just a leather jacket and a pair of holy
jeans or shorts without any underwear.  When I left there, I'd run
over to the Cavern.  No one ever said anything about it."
     "Well, okay, but just for a little bit, I guess," he said.   
     Brad opened the door for me.  "You want to come with us, or
follow us?"
     "I'd better follow you," Chad said.  "I'm going to be a
nervous wreck waiting for that interview tomorrow anyway, but I
can't get smashed tonight because I'll ruin my chances of getting
the job."
     "That's probably true," Brad agreed.  "But why don't we run by
your place and drop our your car off?  We can drop you off at home
afterwards.  That way you can have a couple anyway and unwind."   
     "No, I'll be all right," he said.  "I'll just follow you."  
     "Okay, whatever you want to do," Brad said.
     I got in the passenger's side and Brad drove us to the club. 
Chad followed in his Trans Am.   We walked in, Chad on my right,
Brad on my left.  A group of five guys who were sitting at a table
beside the dance floor, looked over at us as we looked around.  I
recognized them from the party that Dan had thrown where Brad had
picked me up.  The Ritz was closed on Sundays, so I knew they had
invaded The Cactus Cocktail Cavern for something to do.
     The club was dark enough that it was difficult to see clearly,
but a couple of them recognized Brad and got up and headed toward
us.  "Uh, oh," Brad whispered.  "Here come the mob scouts."
     They stopped in their tracks when they got close enough to see
us clearly.  "Brad?" one of them asked, looking at Chad.
     "No, I'm Chad," he replied.
     Brad put his arm around me.  "Hi, Terry," Brad said.  "You
remember my lover, Kris?"
     Terry ran his eyes over me with a look of pure hatred.  "Oh
yeah, the one who actually got to leave Dan's party with you," he
said, sarcastically.  "Dan said the other day that you two were
still together."  He looked approvingly at Chad.  "I didn't know
you had a twin, Brad," he said.  "Good, maybe we can get lucky with
him."
     Chad looked nervously at his brother.  "I don't think so,
Terry," Brad said.  "He's straight."
     "Well, shit, I guess we're not going to get any of the
Peterson's, are we, Carl?" he asked the guy who was with him.     
     "I guess not," Carl replied.
     Leaving them standing beside the door, Brad led us to the bar
and ordered me a coke and him a beer.  "What do you want, Chad?" he
asked.
     "I'll take a Sprite," Chad replied.  He was still a little
nervous.
     I glanced around the club and noticed a pretty blonde sitting
alone at the end of the bar.  "Excuse me, honey," I said and kissed
Brad on the cheek.  I got up and took Chad's hand.  "Come with me,"
I said.
     "No, Kris," he protested.
     "You don't have to marry her, just ask her to dance."
     "Oh, all right," he conceded.
     The pretty blonde's eyes lit up when she saw me.  "Kris!  How
are you?" she asked hugging me.
     "Great, Kim, how are you?"
     "Doing really good."
     "Good, glad to hear that," I said.  "Kim, I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine, Chad Peterson.  Chad, this is Kim Simpson.  She
works with me at ICC.  She has a different shift than I do now, so
I don't get to see her very often, but we used to be cube mates." 
    "Hi.  Nice to meet you," he said, politely. 
     She looked him over approvingly before leaning over and
whispering in my ear,  "Oh, Kris, are you sure you don't want to
keep him for yourself?  He's a knockout."
     I smiled and looked over at Brad.  The five guys had gathered
around him, but I was able to catch his eye.  I motioned for him to
join us.  "I have mine already," I told her.  "You can have this
one."
     She followed my gaze as Brad broke through the mob.  "Oh, my
goodness, twins," she gasped.  "How will we ever tell them apart?" 
    I grinned at Chad; he blushed.  "Don't worry, Kim," I said.  "I
know which one is mine."
     "Shit," Brad said, handing Chad and I our drinks.  "I didn't
think I'd ever get away from them."
     "I was beginning to wonder if you wanted to," I replied,
wrapping my arm around him.
     He kissed me.  "You know better than that, baby," he said. 
"You're all I need.  Don't ever leave me alone again."
     I kissed him again and Kim cleared her throat.  "Sorry," I
said and introduced Brad to Kim.
     "Nice to meet you," Brad said, shaking her hand.
     "Same here," she replied.
     "Well, if you two will excuse us," Brad said, "we are here to
dance.  Shall we?" he asked, setting his bottle on the bar.      
     I picked it up.  "Let's get a table first," I said.
     Chad and Kim followed us to a table in the corner.  "This is
good," Brad said.
     Leaving our drinks and Kim's purse on the table, the four of
us walked out onto the dance floor.  No one was dancing, so we had
the floor to ourselves.  After several songs, Brad led me over to
the table and leaned over and said, "I'll be right back."
     "I'm going with you if you're going to the bathroom," I
replied.
     "Well, I wasn't, but if you need to, I'll go with you," he
offered.
     "No.  It's just that I want to protect what's mine if you need
to."
     He grinned and kissed me.  "We'd better both go with Chad if
he needs to, to keep him from getting raped."
     "That might be a good idea," I agreed.
     "I'll be right back," he said.  I sat alone for a moment while
he went up to the DJ's booth.  I could tell by watching Chad that
he was having a good time with Kim.  I was glad that she had been
there.  I knew that not only would the horny mob have tried to get
him to make the switch, but the only other two women there were
obviously a couple.  
     The Cavern was normally a mixed crowd, but there wasn't much
of a mixture.  There was only eleven people there, including the
disc jockey and two bartenders.  One of the bartenders had dated
Dan for a few months.  The other bartender was a straight guy who
had worked there for a few years.  I didn't know the DJ, so I had
no idea what his sexual preference was, but since the mob had
stayed away from the booth since we arrived, I figured he was
straight.  He was attractive enough that they would have been all
over him if he were gay.
     I was surprised that there were no smokers in the club.  Even
the gays weren't smoking.  I could have sworn two of them had 
smoked at Dan's party.  Maybe they quit, I guessed.  It was a
relief not to be covered in smoke.
     Brad returned and moved a chair over and sat down close to me. 
"What did you request?" I asked.
     His brown eyes sparkled in the light of the candle on the
table as he grinned at me.  "You'll see," he said.  "Jack wasn't
sure if he had it or not; he'll have to check.  I'll lead you out
on the dance floor when it starts, though."
     Brad took a sip of beer and put his arm across the back of my
chair.  I caught Terry glaring at me and placed my hand on Brad's
leg.  He had been watching Chad and Kim dance, but he caught my
gaze and Terry looked quickly away.
     "And now, Ladies and Gentlemen," a deep voice came over the
speakers.  "By special request, we're going to slooooooow the music
down for some body to body slow dancing."  Brad took me by the hand
and stood up. "This song goes out to Kristopher from Bradley with
all my love - that's Bradley's love, Kris, not mine.  Here's
Alabama with 'When We Make Love'."
     Brad pulled me into his arms and we began to sway to the
music.  I smiled as the two women joined us on the dance floor.  To
my surprise, Kim and Chad stayed, also.  The mob, as Brad and I had
nicknamed them, got up and left the building.  Brad grinned as he
watched them leave.  "I should have requested this song when we got
here," he said.
     "Thank you," I said and kissed him.  "I love you, too."     
We danced slowly to the music.  When the song ended, the women were
kissing and so were we.  Brad broke the kiss and grinned at me. 
"Let's go home and do what the song says," he said.
     "Okay," I replied.  
     Brad lead me over to the booth.  "Thanks, Jack," he said.    
     "My pleasure, Brad," he replied, winking at me.  "You take
good care of Brad, Kris.  There aren't many people who come in here
that love each other the way you two do.  Most of what we get in
here wind up being one night stands.  Those two lesbians met in
here last week.  I was surprised they're still together this
weekend."
     "I plan to keep him," I said.  "I just have a problem keeping
the mob away from him."
     Jack's blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me.  "I know.  Just
tell them off, their bark is worse than their bite.  Terry wants to
act tough, but he's a wimp.  Just stand up to him and tell him off. 
After you do that, they'll all leave you alone.  He's the leader of 
the pack.  I'm sure they're all screwing each other, don't know why 
they think they have to have every guy that comes along.  They should 
be happy with each other."
     "What about you, Jack," Brad asked.  "You got someone?"
He held up his left hand, showing us a gold wedding band.  "Yep.  My 
wife sings here on Friday nights sometimes. You should come see her.  
She's great. The mob, as you call them, doesn't hang out here on Friday's 
since the Ritz is open, so you could come here and have a good time.  
There's a bigger crowd; more straights.  It's a lot louder, but the 
quality of people is much better, plus Shari does a show twice a month.
She's singing Friday.  You should come."
     "Sounds like fun, Jack," Brad said as Chad and Kim joined us.  "We
hope to be out on the lake this weekend, but maybe when we get back.  
Thanks again for the song," Brad added.
     Jack started another song and Brad turned to Chad.  "We're heading
home, Chad," he said.  "Will you be able to make it home okay?"
     "It's only ten o'clock," Kim protested.
     "I know, but we have to be at work at eight," I replied.  "And
we're going to start working on a boat after work.  So please don't
keep Chad out all night."
     "Don't worry, Kris," Chad said.  "I am ready to head home,
too.  Kim, it was great meeting you and I'd like to see you again
sometime."
     "I'd like that, too," she replied.  She dug a card out of her
purse and handed it to him.  They exchanged phone numbers and I
kissed her on the cheek and told her to call me sometime.  We
walked her to her car and she left.
     "Thanks for insisting I come, guys," Chad said, unlocking his
car door.
     "I'm glad you had a good time, Chad," I said.  "Kim really is
a nice person.  I'm glad she was here."
     Brad hugged Chad and said, "We'll see you tomorrow night. 
Good luck with the interview tomorrow.  Get some rest."
     "I will."  To my surprise, he hugged me and said.  "I really
appreciate you introducing me to Kim.  Don't keep Brad up too late,
we need his muscle tomorrow."
     "Yeah, but Kris needs my muscle tonight," Brad said, wrapping
his arms around me and pressing his crotch against my bottom.     
     Chad blushed.  "We'll see you tomorrow, Chad," I said.  "Don't
forget to bring ice."
     "I won't," he promised, getting into his car.
     While I drove us home, Brad leaned his seat back a little and
reached over and took my hand.  He placed it in his lap.  I could
feel his erection through his slacks.  I slipped my hand out of his
and turned it over and gently squeezed his rod.
     "Shame on you for embarrassing Chad that way," I said.     
     "Mm, hey, if we're going to be ourselves around them now,
he'll get used to it," he replied, sleepily.
     "You'd better not fall asleep on me," I said, gently rubbing
his boner through his slacks.
     "I thought you liked it when I fall asleep on top of you," he
replied, placing is hand over mine and pressing his rod against our
hands with his hips.
     "I do," I admitted.  "But only after you cum."
     Reluctantly, I removed my hand from his lap and put it back on
the wheel to make a left hand turn into our parking lot.  "You
didn't seem to mind it on the boat yesterday afternoon," he
reminded me.
     "Yeah, that was nice," I agreed, getting out of the car.  I
met him in front of the car.  He put his arm around me and we
walked to the door.
     After we got inside, he closed and locked the door and I
kissed him on the lips.  "You get ready for bed, sweetheart," I
said.  "I'll get everything ready for tomorrow and be there in a
few minutes."
     "Hurry, honey," he said and kissed me again.
     I rinsed out the coffee pot and got the automatic coffee maker
ready for the next morning.  Since it was automatic, if I set it up
the night before, coffee would be ready for Brad by the time he got
out of the shower in the mornings.
     I checked the patio door to make sure it was locked.  The pool
closed at ten, but I could see Mr. and Mrs. Harris in the pool. 
Brad was already in bed asleep when I joined him.  I smiled and
kissed him gently on the lips and reached across him, making sure
the alarm was set for six.  It was ten-thirty.  I turned out the
light and lay my head on his smooth warm chest.  He wrapped his
arms around me and pulled me up, laying my head on his shoulder. 
"I love you, Kris," he whispered.
     "I love you, Brad," I replied and kissed him on the lips.  He
rolled me over onto my back as he continued to kiss me.  
     He raised up and pressed his body against me as he lay down on
top of me.  Nuzzling my neck he whispered, "Did you put the condoms
back in the drawer?"
     "Mm hum," I replied.
     He reached into the drawer underneath the clock and pulled out
a condom.  The room was well lit by the security lights around the
pool, so even though we had the drapes closed, the room was bright
enough we didn't need to turn on any lights.
     Brad rose up and I helped him roll the condom down over his
hard member.  He spat on his fingers and pressed them gently up
inside my love hole.  "Mm," I moaned.  "That feels so good."     
     "You like that, you'll love this," he replied, pressing his
hard rod deep inside me.
     "Oh, yeah, I sure do," I said, pressing my hips up to greet
him as he slowly pressed deeper into me, after sliding out a little
way.
     Kissing me gently on the lips, he lay down on top of me and we
found our rhythm.  "Oh, baby," he gasped, "I love your tight ass." 
    "Oh, honey, I love your big dick," I moaned, running my hands
down his smooth strong back.  I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him
deeper inside me as he kissed me hard on the lips and blasted his
hot load into the condom.
     He tried to rise up but I pressed against him harder and
continued to kiss him.  My own organ had been pressing against his
hard stomach as we moved together, now it expanded and I blasted my
own load between us.
     Letting go of him, I gasped for air.  He grinned and raised
up, pulling his soft member out of my love hole.  "My baby made a
mess," he said, rolling the condom off and tying the open end so it
wouldn't leak.  "I guess I'll have to clean it up."
     He tossed the condom into the trash beside the bed.  Grinning
at me, he leaded down and began to lick my cum off my chest and
stomach.  When he finished, he kissed me and lay down on his back
next to me.  "Now you've got to clean up the mess that got on me,"
he said.  "I can't get to it."
     He was totally erect again by the time I finished licking all
of my semen off his chest and stomach.  Of course I did spend a
little extra time flicking my tongue over his hard nipples in the
process.  I ran my tongue down the back of his hard member.  "Mm,
you're the best, babe," he moaned as I took as much of his hard
member in my mouth as I could.  He ran his hand through my hair and
pressed himself a little deeper into my mouth.
     I flicked my tongue across the base of the head of his organ
and he moaned.  Cupping his balls in my hand, I kneaded them slowly
and gently as I continued to suck and flick my tongue.  "Oh, shit,
babe, that's great," he said.  "Don't ever stop."
     But a few minutes later, he ran his hand over my back.  "Cum
'ere," he said.
     "But you didn't want me to ever stop," I protested and kissed
him on the lips.
     He grinned and said, "I don't, but I want it up your ass
again.  You know you can't make me come the second time with your
mouth because it takes too long and your mouth gets sore."
     "Mm, yeah, but I love you and enjoy trying," I replied.      
     Brad rolled me over onto my back and kissed me gently on the
lips.  "I love you so much, Kris," he whispered.
     After several minutes of heavy, gentle and passionate kissing,
he nuzzled my neck.  "We'd better get some sleep if we're going to
get up in the morning."
     "But you're already up," I reminded him, pressing my body
against his still hard organ and running my hands down his smooth,
warm back.
     He rose up and grinned down at me.  Without saying a word, he
reached over and got another condom out of the drawer.  Again, I
helped him roll it down over his rod, gently cupping his sack in my
hand while we worked.  My love hole was still ready for him.  He
eased himself inside me and lay down on top of me.  "Mm, you're
still tight, babe," he whispered.
     I raised my hips up to meet him as he pressed inside me and
ran my hands over his sides.  "Mm.  And you're still so big," I
moaned.  "I love you so much, Brad."
     "And I love you," he replied.  Our noses touched as he pressed
his full luscious lips against mine.
     Slowly he began to pump in and out of me.  This was the time
I loved the most with Brad.  When we were trying to get him to come
the first time, it was mostly just sex, but when we were working on
his second orgasm, that was when he made love to me.  He never took
more than five minutes to reach his first climax, but his second
one would sometimes take up to an hour.  He would lay on top of me
and I would hold him tight and caress his strong back while we
kissed on the lips; not only telling each other how much we loved
each other, but showing each other, too.
     "We'd better saver this moment," he whispered against my ear. 
"It might be the last time we get together for a while."
     "What makes you say that?" I asked, worriedly.  In the past
year and eight months we'd been together, we had never gone more
than twelve hours without making love.
     "If we're going to be stripping the boat," he replied, not
pausing his pumping as he spoke, "we're going to be exhausted by
bed time and might ought to save our energy for the evenings by not
making out in the mornings."
     "I don't think I could go that long without making love to
you," I said.
     "Mm, I don't either," he replied.  He kissed me again and sped
up.  We forgot everything but the love we felt for each other. 
This moment was all we were living for.  "Mm," he moaned, kissing
me even harder on the lips and pressing my legs back against the
bed as he drove his member deeper with each push.
     I grabbed his bottom and pulled him in, pressing up to greet
him.  "Oh, baby, I'm coming," he gasped. 
     I found his lips and kissed him gently.  I felt him expand
inside me.  His entire body trembled; he shoved his member as deep
as he could get it.  I felt his warm soft bush against my bottom. 
He shuddered.  He kissed me with more love and passion than he ever
had.  I felt him explode.  He let out a faint cry against my lips
as he blasted into the condom.  We weren't sure that the condom
didn't break.
     Brad broke the kiss and gasped for air as he collapsed on top
of me.  "Oh, shit, baby," he gasped.  "You're getting better every
time."
     "So are you," I replied.  He kissed me gently, then lay his
head next to mine, nuzzling my neck and kissing my check.
     "I love you, Kris," he whispered against my ear.
     "You sure do," I replied.
     Our bodies were drenched in sweat.  He slowly rose up and I
started to slip the soiled condom off as he rolled onto his back. 
To my relief, it was still in tact, but it was so full that I had
trouble getting it off without spilling any.  I leaned down and
kissed his bush and the mole.  I licked up some of the over flow of
semen as I rolled it down over his softening member.
     He flinched.  "Honey if you keep that up, you're going to make
it hard again."
     I grinned up at him and continued to remove the soiled condom. 
When it was off, I tied the end and tossed it in the trash with the
other one.  I kissed his mole again and he pulled me up into his
arms.  I kissed him gently on the lips.  "I love you, Brad," I
whispered.  "Goodnight."
     "Only if you're here, sweetheart," he replied as I lay my head
on his shoulder.  "I love you."
     He pulled the sheet over us and I snuggled into his arms and
nuzzled his neck.  Exhausted, we both fell into a deep peaceful
sleep.
     The remainder of the week flew by.  Even though the work on
the boat was tiring and tedious, we had a good time.  Now that Brad
and I didn't have to pretend in front of his family, we were able
to be ourselves while we worked.  Each night after taking a shower,
we would crawl into bed and collapse in each others arms and go to
sleep.  However, I did manage to wake Brad up every morning a few
minutes before the alarm went off with my tongue on his organ.  But
after he came, it was time to get breakfast and get ready for work. 
There was no time for a second orgasm.
     Chad got the job he had interviewed for on Monday at lunch. 
He was so excited about the job, that Monday night he had finished
stripping his area long before the rest of us did ours and even
started on the spot that Frank had assigned him for Tuesday.     
     I stretched and yawned as my personal line rang. 
"International Computer Company, this Kris," I said after pressing
the flashing button.  "How may I help you?"  I never answered the
phone that way, but it was a slow Friday afternoon and the minutes
were ticking by slower than they ever had on any other Friday
before.
     "A little bored this afternoon, Kris?" Mother asked.  She
called occasionally so she knew how I answered the phone.
     "Yeah.  I think all the clocks in the world have stopped just
because we're heading out on the lake when I get off.  And no one
has even called in the past hour and a half."
     "Why don't you go take a walk?" she suggested.  "If it's that
slow, they won't miss you for a few minutes."
     "Good idea, Mom."
     "Anyway, the reason I called is to let you know that your
father and I are going to Winchester for the weekend.  The weather
is supposed to be clear, so you shouldn't have any problems on the
lake this weekend.  Major Kramer called Dad this morning.  She is
based at the Coast Guard station in Winchester.  She didn't get a
chance to talk to him Monday about everything that they both wanted
to discuss.  So she decided to have us fly in and not only finish
their discussion tomorrow morning, but she has a new gadget that
she wants installed in Dad's helicopter.  Therefore, we are going
to fly to Winchester tonight.  Dad doesn't have to have a co-pilot. 
We can have a nice evening together and I can do some shopping
while he's in the meeting with her tomorrow.  We won't come back
until Sunday afternoon sometime."
     "That's great, Mom," I said.  
     "Major Kramer is supplying us a car, too.  So I will be able
to drive around there.
     "That's good," I said.  "If we hadn't already promised Frank
and Martha that we'd go out on the lake with them this evening, I'd
rather go with you."
     "Well, we'd love to have you and Brad along, but we're looking
forward to being alone tonight.  And tomorrow after Major Kramer
gets done with him, then he's mine for the rest of the weekend. 
That's the best birthday present I can think of."
   "That'll be nice," I agreed as my other line rang.
   "Well, I heard that," Mother said before I could tell her I had
to go.  "So you have a great time and we'll call you Sunday night
when we get home."
     "Thanks, Mom.  I love you.  And you have a happy birthday."
     "Thanks.  I love you, too, Kris," she replied and hung up.
     I took the other call and was thankful that we finally got
busy.  It was a little after five when my group leader stuck her
head in the door.  "Aren't you going out on the lake this evening?"
she asked.
     "As soon as I get off this call," I replied, pressing the mute
button.
     "Okay, have a great weekend.  See you Monday," she replied and
disappeared.
     Luckily, it didn't take more than a couple of minutes to
finish the call, log out and get out of the building.  I didn't
stop to chat with anyone.  I had just gotten out of my car at the
apartment complex when Brad drove in with the top down.  He had
undone his tie and the wind had tasseled his brown hair.  He looked
so sexy in his black sun glasses and red mustang convertible, that
it took all the control I had to keep from getting an erection. 
However, when he grinned at me, I couldn't control it any more; 
the blood rushed to the center of my body.
     He hopped out of the car without opening the door and grabbed
me.  "Hi, honey," he said and kissed me.  "You ready to go?"     
     I kissed him again and we started toward the apartment.  I
noticed the curtain of our neighbors living room window move as
Brad placed his arm around me.  They had just moved in at the
beginning of the month and we hadn't gone over to meet them yet. 
I made a mental note to do that when we got back.
     "Mom called," I said as Brad unlocked the door.  "She and Dad
are going to Winchester for the weekend.  Dad's flying them there
in the chopper.  Major Kramer has some gadget to put on the chopper
and she wants to talk to him some more, too.  After that, they'll
get to spend some time alone."
     "That'll be nice," Brad replied, following me into the
bedroom.  I took our suitcases out of the closet and set them open
on the bed.
     "I watched the Weather Channel for a few minutes before I left
work," he said as we placed clothes in the suitcases.  "It's
supposed to be smooth sailing all weekend."
     "Good."
     "Even though Chad is going to go with us, I'll make sure that
we can spend a lot of time alone, this time," Brad promised,
locking his suitcase.
     Brad followed me into the bathroom and leaned up against the
door frame and watched while I packed our toiletries' bag.  "Do you
want to change clothes before we leave?" I asked, zipping up the
bag.  "I'm going to."
     He took the bag from me.  "Yeah, I think I'll wear shorts," he
admitted, following me back into the bedroom.
     "I am, too," I replied, removing my shoes. 
     I put on a pair of jean shorts and a white ICC T-shirt and he
put on a pair of flimsy red cotton shorts.  Instead of underwear,
he put on red bikini briefs.  I was glad, because those flimsy
shorts would drive me crazy if he didn't wear something under them. 
He also put on a red tank top that showed off his deep tan.    
     I shook my head and sighed as I looked at him.  He stepped
over in front of the closet door and looked at himself in the
mirror.  "What's wrong, babe?" he asked, worriedly.  "Doesn't this
look okay?  My dick's not showing."
     Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him on the lips. 
"Nothing's wrong, sweetheart," I replied.  "I just can't believe
how good-looking you are, no matter what you wear."
     He kissed me.  Holding me in his arms, he leaned back and
frowned at me then grinned the grin that automatically sent all of
my blood rushing downward.  "So you do just want me for my dick,"
he said, trying to feign anger, but the sparkle in his brown eyes
gave him away.
     Placing my hands behind his head, I pulled him down and kissed
him on the lips.  "No, I want you because I love you.  Getting the
great body and the fantastic dick was just a couple of the fringe
benefits."
     He kissed me again, holding me even tighter, pressing my hard
rod against him as his began to grow, too.  He pulled away and took
a deep breath.  "We'd better get out of here," he said, "or we're
going to be late."
     I didn't stop him as he picked up our suitcases.  "Do you
think we got everything?" he asked.
     "I think so," I replied.  "I put condoms in the toiletries bag
before taking it into the bathroom."
     "Good, because we're going to need them tonight," he said.  "I
don't care if we are in the same room Chad's in, I've got to get
inside you tonight.  It's been almost a week."
     When we walked outside, our new neighbor was sweeping off his
front porch.  I locked the door and he looked up and smiled at us. 
"Hi," he said.  He was kind of slender and had long black stringy
hair and a mustache and a goatee that made his long slender face
appear even longer.  He wore a pair of baggy jeans and a white
under shirt.  I tried not to visibly cringe when I noticed the
large tattoo on his upper arm.  It looked like a bird, but I wasn't
sure what kind it was.  It might have been a eagle, but I wasn't
sure.  It had a large snake in it's claws.  The body of the snake
disappeared behind his shoulder.  I had a feeling it might have
went all the way across his back, but I couldn't see it from where
I stood, which was fine with me.
     "Hello," Brad replied.  Setting our suitcases down, he walked
over to where he stood.  "I'm Brad Peterson, this is my roommate,
Kris Brown," he said, shaking his hand.
     "Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking my hand.  "I'm Joe
Perry.  My wife and I just moved in at the beginning of the month." 
    "Yes, we noticed," Brad said.  "I'm sorry we haven't gotten a
chance to come over and welcome you to the complex.  How do you
like it so far?"
     "Love it," he replied.  "Been slipping out to the pool after
dark and doing some skinny dipping.  No one's seemed to notice, or
if they have, they're enjoying watching us, so they don't complain. 
Have you ever done that?"
     "No," Brad replied.  "I run around the house nude most of the
time, but we keep the drapes closed."  He grinned at me.  "Kris
here is the only one who gets to see me in the buff."
     Joe's green eyes sparkled as he looked from Brad to me and
back.  "You're fucking him, aren't you?" he asked, Brad, quietly. 
    Brad didn't answer, but looked worriedly at me.  "I knew, it,"
Joe said.  "Our bed's right next to your bedroom wall and we hear
you two getting after it in the evenings.  And I bet you're the one
who always screams when he comes, too, aren't you, Brad?"
     "Well, we'd love to stay and chat," I said, changing the
subject as all of my blood rushed to my face, "but we've got a boat
to catch.  We're meeting Brad's family at the marina for a weekend
on the lake.  We'll see you when we get back."
     Joe grinned.  "Okay, have a great weekend.  It was nice
meeting you."
     "Same here," Brad replied, picking up our suitcases.
     I glanced back over my shoulder as we walked out to our cars. 
Joe stood leaning on the broom; grinning after us.  "Since we're
going to leave the car at the marina," Brad said, "we can go in my
car if you want."
     "Sure," I said.  "Whatever you want to do."
     He set his suitcase on the ground behind his car and unlocked
the trunk.  Both our suitcases barely fit in the small trunk.  I
was glad that we were only going away for the weekend.  Climbing
into the passenger's seat, I noticed that Joe had gone back inside
and closed the door.  "Do you think he's going to cause us any
trouble?" I asked as Brad backed out of his parking place.
     He put the car in gear and he placed his hand on mine as we
started forward.  "Don't worry about him, babe," he said, softly. 
"He wouldn't have volunteered the skinny dipping info if he was
going to try to cause us trouble."
     "I hope so," I replied.  
     Brad had to change gears so he couldn't keep his hand on mine,
but I reached over and placed my hand on his bare leg.  He smiled
at me.  "It's okay, sweetheart," he said.  "If he gives you any
trouble, just let me know and I'll beat the shit out of him."     
     "Well, I wouldn't want you to do that," I replied, "but he
makes me nervous."
     Brad chuckled as he pulled onto the freeway.  "The last people
who lived there we never even met," he reminded me, "we don't have
to see the Perry's if you don't want to."
     He put the car in the last gear and placed his warm strong
hand over mine.  "Don't worry, babe, I'm here for you," he said.  
     I smiled at him.  "I love you, Brad," I said.
     "I love you, too."  He kissed my hand, then put our hands on
his leg again.  I lay my head on the headrest and stared quietly at
him as he drove, enjoying the view of his handsome face and the
wind on my face, since he had left the top down.  "Do you want to
stop and get something to eat right quick?" he asked, glancing over
at me.
     "We don't have to," I replied, not taking my eyes off him.  I
did have my sunglasses on, too, but he could tell I was looking at
him.  "Martha said she had packed enough for the weekend.  She said
she'd make dinner after we got out on the lake.  Chad will be
hungry by then, too."
     "Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed.
     'The Dream Machine' was moored closer in the marina than it
had been the previous weekend.  It had turned out that the other
boats had not suffered any damage from the storm.  When Frank had
Sam return the boat to the water, he had gotten a space closer to
the parking lot.
     Brad pulled into an empty space beside Frank's car.  There
were several cars there already.  Apparently, there were a lot of
people who were planning on spending the weekend on the lake.     
We had just climbed aboard 'The Dream Machine' when we heard my
grandfather's voice.  "You're not going out on the lake again are
you?"
     I turned around just in time to see Grandpa step onto the pier
and start toward the boat.  "Yes we are," I replied with a smile. 
"I checked the Weather Channel and they promised us a nice
weekend."
     "And I checked the local TV station's weather," Brad said,
"and they are agreeing with the Weather Channel."
     "That's good," Grandpa said stopping next to the boat.
     "What are you doing out here?" I asked.
     "Just stopped by to see a friend who's going out on the lake,
also.  Then Mama and I are heading down to Coast Guard Headquarters
to see your parents off.  I'm surprised you're not there seeing
them off, too, Kristopher."
     "I talked to Mom this afternoon and told her goodbye, happy
birthday and to have a great weekend," I replied.
       Grandpa looked at us and cleared his throat and said, "So,
Brad, we didn't get a chance to talk to you much Sunday.  What do
you do?"
     Brad put his arm around me as he replied, "I'm the Computer
Technician for Jefferson Bank and Trust.  I'm currently working on
getting a system designed so that customers can log in from their
home computers and access their checking accounts and pay some of
their bills on-line.  There are a lot of banks doing that now.  My
boss isn't looking forward to it, but we did a survey and our
customers are interested.  Kris is doing that at his bank and he
just loves it.  Actually, I've gotten him to set up a couple of my
bills on his account and I give him a check a few days before the
payment goes out to cover them.  Sure makes it easier to pay bills
that way."
     "I see," Grandpa nodded as the sound of Dad's helicopter
pierced the air.
     Grandpa had found out that I was gay when I was in high
school.  One afternoon a friend of mine had come home to study with
me and we were laying on my bed fooling around more than studying. 
Grandma and Grandpa had come over for dinner and Grandpa had
volunteered to come to my room and get us.  I hadn't closed the
door and didn't know that Grandpa and Grandma were there.  Luckily,
Jeff and I had only been kissing when Grandpa came in.  He never
said anything, but I got the feeling he didn't approve.  He had
eyed Jeff and me all through supper.  I noticed he still looked at
me the same way now that Brad was holding me.
     "I guess I missed saying goodbye to them," Grandpa said,
looking up as Dad flew over.  Dad waved at us and I noticed that
Mother wasn't in the chopper with him.
     "No.  I think he just refueled.  You've got time to get over
there before he gets Mom and leaves," I said.  I stepped out of
Brad's arm and over onto the pier. 
     "Have a great weekend, Grandpa," I said, hugging him.  "I love
you.  Give Grandma my love, too."
     "I love you, too, Kris," he replied.  To my surprise, he
looked up at Brad and added, "You take care of my little boy,
Bradley.  I don't want to have to come out and get you again this
weekend."
     "I'll do my best, sir," Brad replied with a grin.  "I hope you
don't have to come get us again, either."

     Frank stood at the wheel and steered 'The Dream Machine' out
of the marina.  Martha, Chad, Brad and I sat on the new deck
furniture sipping iced tea and talking as we watched the marina
disappear in the distance.  The water was calm.  We would have a
nice weekend, I could just feel it.
     Brad stretched out on the lounge chair and slipped his shirt
off over his head.  "Come 'ere, Kris," he said softly.
     I got up and he spread his legs so I could sit down in front
of him.  I stretched my legs out on the lounge chair and he wrapped
his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.  "I love you, Kris," he
whispered.
     "I love you, too, Brad," I replied.  I snuggled against his
warm body and rested my head on his shoulder with our cheeks
touching.  Brad held me that way and we watched the sun sink in the
west as Frank steered 'The Dream Machine' out onto the calm lake
for a nice peaceful weekend.  It was a comfort to know that we
wouldn't be dealing with the raging storm we had endured the
weekend before.

The End.