My New Life
Marc sat in the front seats of the plane with Sara behind them.
The door to the plane was shut and sealed as the plane’s engines roared
life. Lance grabbed Marc’s hand as the plane started to
As the plane's speed increased Marc leaned over as started whispering
“James, have I told you how much I love you today?”
Lance smiled, “Yes, you have. Time and again.”
“You know what? For the first time since we met, we will be all
Lance’s grin widened. “Do you have something planned?”
“Oh, yeah. I have something planned.”
The "fasten you’re seat belts" sign went off as the plane leveled
Lance leaned in and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Taking my mind off of the take off.”
“Have we taken off?” Marc asked with a grin.
The both settled back in their seats and tried to relax. Lance
Marc continued to hold hands as the flight progressed.
Lance felt Marc tighten his grip on his hand. Looking over he
a single tear slide down his cheek. “Boo, what’s wrong?”
“It has to be something.”
“It just hit me.”
“What hit you?”
“That my life is changing. On Monday I’ll be changing my name
I’ll be moving to Florida to start my new life.”
“Our new life,” Lance corrected Marc.
Their plane landed at Dane County Regional Airport just before
noon. While Lance and Sara went to wait for their luggage, Marc
went to claim their rental vehicle. Marc pulled up to the curb
just Sara and Lance exited with their bags.
Lance smiled as Marc got out of the van and ran around to open the back
doors. “Didn’t they have anything bigger?”
Marc looked confused.
Sara laughed, “We don’t have that much luggage. You could have
gotten something smaller.”
Marc grinned with understanding. “We may not have a lot now but
I’ll need the room for my stuff I’m taking to Florida.”
Lance and Marc tossed the bags into the back of the van. Getting
into the van Sara asked, “Can we get something to eat before we head
Marc nodded, “How about Mario’s?”
“What’s Mario’s?” Lance asked.
“An Italian restaurant just off campus. Remember the pizza we
ordered the first night here. It came from Mario’s.”
“The food was good,” Lance agreed.
“Then Mario’s it is,” Sara declared.
The restaurant turned out to be a good choice, the food was great and
for Lance it turned out to be good entertainment, as he watched the
coming and going of the students.
“Are they all students?” Lance asked.
Marc looked around and nodded, “Looks like it. There’s really not
that many students, the population of summer school isn’t that much.”
“Just wait a couple weeks,” Sara said. “The new semester will be
starting and this place becomes a zoo.”
“And that reminds me,” Marc said. “I have a meeting with the dean of
the music department in half an hour.”
“Will you get your theme?” Lance asked. Marc nodded.
“We know what Marc’s going to be doing for the next hour. What
would you like to do?” Sara asked Lance.
Lance smiled shyly, “Do you know where the business school is
located? I need to see if I passed my exam.”
Sara nodded, “It’s not far.”
“How about we meet back here in an hour?” Marc suggested.
“Sounds good,” Lance said. “Good luck.”
Marc was waiting when
Sara and Lance returned. Loading up they headed out for Big Bear
It was a warm day and the air conditioner just couldn’t cool the big
van. With windows rolled down they made their way north into the
cooling forest of Wisconsin.
Lance’s eyes were studying the road ahead as if looking for
something. Marc slowed slightly as he approached the next
intersection, a road coming off a large hill that intersected the
highway. Both Marc’s and Lance’s heads looked up the side road as
they drove pass. Lance turned to look at Marc and found him
grinning back at him.
Sara noticed the silent exchange at first wondering what had just
happened, then it dawned on her they just passed the spot where Marc
and Lance had first met. A sly smile spread across her
“Sis, where do we need to drop you?” Marc asked as they pulled
“My car is at the hospital. Dad took me to the airport.”
“Will Dad be working?” Marc asked.
“He should be. He switched with Dr. Jennings so he could have
Jill looked up form
the magazine she had been reading when she heard
the sound of the emergency room door hissed open. A smile spread
across her face as she recognized Sara and what looked like Marc.
“Hi Sara, how was your vacation?” Jill asked.
“It was wonderful. Is my dad in?”
“I think he’s in his office,” Jill said. “Do you want me to call
“No, we’ll find him,” Sara said as she headed down the hall.
Jill looked shyly at Marc, “It’s good to see you Marc. I like the
“Thanks, Jill. It’s good to be home,” Marc said over his shoulder
and Lance followed Sara.
As they walked down the hall Lance was grinning at Marc. “What?”
“Jill has a crush on you,” Lance sang.
“I know. But she’s not my type.”
“And what might your type be?”
Marc leaned close and whispered, “I like horny blonds with big balls,
and a big hard cock.”
Lance’s face instantly turned red, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
Marc laughed as they reached his dad's office.
Sara knocked lightly on the open door. Tom looked up and smiled
at the group standing in the door.
“Are you busy?” Sara asked.
“No! Not at all,” Tom said as he got up and went around to greet
his visitors. Tom pulled Sara into his arms giving her a hug and
a kiss. “Welcome home.”
Releasing Sara, Tom turned to Lance who held out his hand. “Doc
Tom,” Lance said.
“Lance,” Tom said as he took the offered hand and pulled him into a
bear hug. “Welcome home.”
Tom looked upon Marc with a raised eyebrow. “And who do we have
here? He looks like someone I used to know.”
Taking Marc’s now hairy chin in is hand Tom looked over the new
growth. “It looks good.”
Marc let out a sigh of relief as Tom pulled him into a hug.
“Welcome home, Son.”
“It’s good to be home, Dad.”
Tom stepped back and took a good look at his son. Marc looked
well. Touring didn’t seem to take too much of a toll on
him. The only thing he noticed that his tan was not as dark as it
was last year when he marched with the Madison Scouts. Marc had
on a blue short sleeve shirt that hung open over a white tank
Tom’s eyes narrowed when he spotted something under the left side of
his tank top. “What the hell!” Tom reached out and moved
the top aside revealing a tattoo. “Marc, what’s this?”
“Relax, Dad, it’s not real,” Marc said as he looked down at the phoenix
on his chest.
Sara started to laugh. “It’s a good thing he didn’t see the
“Others! What others?”
“Last night's concert was the last one of the tour,” Marc went on to
explain. “Some of the musicians and I thought it would be funny
if *Nsync had a new opening act. We did an kind of punk rock act.”
“You should have seen him,” Sara butted in. “Marc looked the part
of a punk rocker. Leather pants and vest. Tattoos all over
his arms and chest. All kinds of piercing.”
“They were fake also,” Marc added.
“And hair down to his shoulders.”
“Did anyone get any pictures?” Tom laughed.
Sara nodded. “I need to have them developed.”
“Evidently the tattoos came off, but why did you keep this one?”
“Ah, . . . I asked Marc to keep that one for a while,” Lance admitted
as his face reddened.
“Oh. And why would that be?” Tom asked enjoying Lance’s
“The smooth chest and tattoo is a turn on,” Lance mumbled.
Sara burst out laughing. “It doesn’t take much to get his motor
running. All Marc has to do is bend over and he’s turned on.”
“It’s not the bending over that does it,” Marc said. “It’s what
I’m wearing when I bend over that does it.”
“Or not wearing,” Sara chuckled. Lance and Marc both started to
“This is getting to be too much personal information,” Tom
laughed. “What are your plans guys?”
“Some quiet time,” Marc said as he gazed at Lance. “Pack up what
I’m taking with me.”
“I stopped by the cabin and opened it up last night,” Tom said.
“I stocked the refrigerator with milk, eggs, bacon, and bread.
That should take care of your breakfasts. You may want to stop
and pick up some stuff for your other meals.”
“That’s a good idea,” Marc said. “What are you working tomorrow?”
“Early shift; should be off by three.”
“Why don’t you two come over after you get off and we can grill some
“That sounds good,” Tom said.
“Do you want me to bring anything?” Sara asked.
Marc unlocked the
door giving it a nudge with his knee. Walking
in with his bag he dropped it just inside the door. “God! It
feels so good to be home.”
Marc turned around to see Lance standing inside the door still holding
his bag. “James, why are you standing there?
“I, I’m not sure.”
Marc had an idea. Going to Lance Marc took his bag out of his
hand and dropped it next to his. Taking his hand he lead him
outside the door. Sweeping him up in his arms he carried Lance
back over the threshold.
“What are you doing?” Lance laughed.
“I’m carrying the man I love into our home. . . . Not my home. . .
. But our home.” Marc kicked the door shut before he leaned
in and gently kissed Lance.
Breaking the kiss Lance looked dreamily into Marc’s eyes. “You
are such a romantic.”
“You can be just as romantic when we get to Orlando,” Marc stated as he
put Lance down.
“Am I suppose to carry you over the threshold?”
“If you love me you would,” Marc said with a smirk.
Lance sighed. “I guess I need to start working out.”
“James, you don’t have to carry me over the threshold. I’ve
already claimed your home as mine.”
“What did you do? Mark your territory like a dog?”
Marc grinned while bobbing his eyebrows.
“You know that Ficus tree in the corner of the kitchen?”
“Don’t be surprised if it has turned brown.”
Lance frowned, thinking. Swatting Marc in the arm he said, “That
tree can’t turn brown. It’s fake.”
Marc laughed as he pulled Lance closer. “I found that out when I
went to water it.”
“With being on the road so much, having live plants is a death
“Well, I like having living things around me,” Marc said as he looked
out the patio doors.
Lance noticed where Marc was looking as he took his hand and lead him
to and out onto the patio. Looking around the yard at the forest
of trees that lined each edge leading to the expanse of the lake.
Marc stepped behind Lance and pulled him to his chest. They both
took deep breaths, filling their lungs with the clean fresh air.
“Are you going to miss this?” Lance asked.
“Some. But it’s not like I’m leaving for good. Our home in
Orlando will be special because we will make it special. And we
will also have this home to come to when we want to get away from
everything or everybody.”
“Quiet weekends alone?” Lance asked.
“Or even longer if we can find the time.”
“You know the fireplace would make it very cozy on a cold winters
night,” Lance suggested.
Marc smiled as he held Lance tighter. “It would make a great
place to make love.”
Lance turned to look up at Marc. “Love, not sex?”
“Have you been thinking about. . . . “
“Making love? Yes. I want to very much. Have you
thought about it any?”
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it also. I’m just a little
nervous; I’m not sure what to do. I know what to do. It’s
just, I’ve never done it before.”
“Neither have I,” Marc said as he placed a soft kiss behind Lance’s ear.
“Do you want to do it now?” Lance asked, his voice showing how
nervous he was.
Marc chuckled, “No. We don’t have to do it now. There needs
to be some preparations done first.”
“What kind of preparations?”
“The person who is going to be made love to should be clean,” Marc said.
“We’ve passed our HIV tests,” Lance said. “We are clean.”
“Yes we are,” Marc said pulling Lance into a tighter hug. “But
that’s not the kind of clean I was talking about.”
“It’s not? What are you talking about?”
“We both had breakfast this morning.”
“Yeah,” Lance said with a nod.
“And we had lunch in Madison.”
Lance smiled, “Good pizza.”
“And when was the last time you went to the bathroom?” Marc asked.
“When we got up this morning,” Lance said as he thought about it.
“Oh, and just before we left the restaurant, we both had to pee.”
“When we went this morning we got rid of what we ate yesterday.”
“Right now you don’t have to go to the bathroom.”
“How do you know?” Lance asked.
Marc laughed, “Love, I’ve been with you long enough to know your bodies
internal clock. First thing in the morning you take a big dump.”
Lance started to grin.
“After lunch and supper you pee.”
“And just around seven you head to the bathroom to take a dump.”
“Am I that predictable?”
“Most of the time,” Marc said. “Your seven o’clock visit I think
comes out of touring.”
“It’s a habit you’ve gotten yourself into. Meet n Greet is
scheduled most of the time from six to seven. Then you go right
to wardrobe. The first thing you do is go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, I see. I go then because once in wardrobe it’s such a
hassle to go.”
“I think all the guys do it for the same reason. Once you guys
are in wardrobe, you start getting yourself psyched for the show.
The show takes all your energy and concentration. Something like
having to pee in the middle of the show would be disastrous.”
Lance laughed, “You’re telling me? It’s happened to us.”
“And you guys have learned a lesson from that. So no matter where
we are. Around seven you all head for the bathroom. I’ve
noticed it at the venue, and at the hotel, and even on the tour bus.”
Lance chuckled. “Now I’ll start watching the others to see what
happens around seven.”
“The point I’m making about being clean has to do with that area.
When we make love. . . One of us will be placing his very hard
cock inside of his partner.”
“That’s the idea,” Lance said.
“How much pleasure do you think you would be giving your lover if you
took a very hard and some what long piece of cock and shoved it into a
very tight hole.”
“Hopefully a lot of pleasure,” Lance said.
“Not if all you’re doing is compacting his last two meals. The
pressure would be uncomfortable if not down right painful. And
what about the partner? Pounding his dick into a wall of shit.”
Lance made a face, “Eeeuuuu, that sounds nasty.”
“It is. Now how would it be if the person had cleaned himself out
before they made love?”
“They would both enjoy it more,” Lance said. “How do you clean
“With an enema.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?” Lance asked.
“Have you ever had one?”
“When I was little. I couldn’t go to the bathroom and my mom gave
“Normally it doesn’t hurt. You must have been hurting from not
being able to go to the bathroom before she gave you the enema.”
“Yeah, I was,” Lance agreed.
“So the added pressure of the enema just made it hurt more,” Marc
observed. “I’ve had it done for tests in the hospital. It
can be a little uncomfortable at first. But by the second or
third one it starts to feel good.”
“Second or third!”
Marc laughed, “The first two pretty much clean you out. The third
one is just a rinse.”
“It sounds like you are doing laundry,” Lance laughed.
“In a way it is. You are making sure that your lover will slip
his cock into a clean bed. One that is clean and warm. One
that will let you and your lover feel the most intimate pleasures that
you both have to give.
Lance loved being
held by Marc. His strong arms wrapped around
him made him feel safe. He knew Marc would never hurt him but
the idea of Marc making love to him in that way still made him
Marc could feel the
tension in Lance. Moving a hand to Lance’s
chest he could feel the quick beating of his heart. “Love, it
doesn’t have to happen now. When the time is right it will
. Right now there is something I’ve been wanting to do since the
first day I met you.”
“What would that be?” Lance asked.
Taking Lance by the hand Marc lead him back into the cabin.
“Where are we going?” Lance asked with a laugh.
“To the one room I’ve wanted to have you in from the beginning,” Marc
said as he stopped at his bedroom door.
Lance grinned, “I feel honored. To be included among the
privilege to share your bed.”
“You know the others didn’t mean anything. I had hoped you would
find your way into my bed that first week.”
Lance wrapped his arms around Marc’s neck pulling him down to his
lips. Marc surrendered to Lance’s probing tongue as their kiss
deepened. Lance moaned as Marc picked him up and moved them to
the foot of the bed.
Finally coming up for air they both gasped. “I’ve been wanting to
do this since last night,” Marc said still catching his breath.
“Do what?” Lance asked.
“I want to taste every part of you,” Marc said as he attacked the side
of Lance’s neck.
Lance closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as Marc licked behind his
right ear then started to move lower.
The tour bus pulled
into Lou’s compound late in the afternoon. Johnny had traveled
with the guys back to Orlando getting personal feedback on the tour and
what could be done to improve the next one.
Lou met the bus with a big grin on his face. “Welcome.
“Hey, Lou. What’s up?” Joey asked.
“Just wanted to make sure everyone got back okay,” Lou said as he
scanned the group. “Where are Lance and Marc?”
“They flew back to Wisconsin,” JC answered.
Lou frowned, “Why?”
“Marc is moving in with Lance,” Johnny said. “They went to pack
some of Marc stuff.”
“So, Marc and Lance are going to be living together. . . . How
long will they be gone?”
“About two weeks,” Justin quickly said. “Marc and Lance both
wanted to spend some time with their families.”
“Oh, okay,” Lou said his face showing disappointment. “Well,
welcome home and enjoy your down time.” Lou turned and
walked back to his office.
Chris turned to Justin, “What’s going on? Why did you tell Lou
they’d be gone two weeks?”
“Lou is wanting to sign Marc. He’s been pushing Marc to drop my
mom and sign with him. I was just trying to give him some extra
Chris was mad. “What is Lou trying to pull?”
“Chris, calm down,” Justin said as he put his arm around Chris.
“Marc said he wouldn’t ever sign with Lou.”
“You know as well as I that Lou won’t take no for an answer,” Chris
said still fuming.
“Marc knows what Lou is like. He has already been checking into
“Shit!,” Chris swore.
“Marc had already anticipated Lou,” Justin continued. “He’s been
two steps ahead of Lou all the way.”
“But what if Lou finds something he can use on Marc.” JC asked.
“He already has found something to use on Marc,” Justin said with an
Joey studied Justin for a minute, “Lou found what Marc wanted him to
find. Didn’t he?”
Justin smirked, “That was the plan.”
A collective sigh came from Joey, JC and Chris.
Lance was pushing
down on Marc’s shoulders, “Please, I need a break.”
Marc looked up, letting Lance’s softening cock slip from his
mouth. “Want more,” Marc grunted like a cave man.
Lance laughed, “I don’t have any more to give you. Oh god!
I can’t believe you sucked me off five times.”
Marc crawled up Lance’s body and lay on top of him keeping his weight
on his elbows and knees. “Ugh, good juice. Want more.”
Lance laughed and swatted Marc’s behind. “You drained everything
I have. You will just have to wait until later.”
“Oh!” Marc said with disappointment on his face.
Lance kissed Marc on the end of his nose, “You can have the next batch
when it is ready. I promise.”
Marc’s face lit up, “Hurry and make more juice.”
“You’re a nut,” Lance laughed.
“And I’m your nut,” Marc said as he rolled to the side. Lifting
his right arm Marc let Lance snuggle into his favorite position.
Lance was relaxed and very content. Marc’s wanting to taste Lance
turned out to be a very stimulating experience. It wasn’t too
long before Marc had him so turned on Lance practically tore Marc’s
clothes off him. They quickly settled into a sixty-nine position,
hungrily attacking each other's hard cocks. It didn’t take long
before they both shot a load. Instead of stopping then Marc
continued to work on him. Since Marc had not softened Lance
continued to make love to Marc’s beautiful cock. After the third
time Lance rolled onto his back, trying to catch his breath.
Marc was not satisfied yet so he moved down between Lance’s legs and
once again attacked Lance’s semi hard cock. After his fourth
orgasm Lance knew he had nothing left to give. Marc changed his
attack from Lance’s cock to his balls. Spreading Lance’s legs far
apart Marc started to make love to his balls and inner thighs.
The new sensations brought Lance back to life. Marc had been evil
in his work. Time and again he brought Lance to the brink then
backed off letting him cool down.
“That was awesome,” Lance said after he had snuggled up next to
Marc. “I don’t think I could have stand being so close and
not cumming again.”
“The last time you cum there wasn’t that much. I figured I needed
to prime the well, so to speak.”
“You did a great job. But I think you may have drained it dry.”
“I hope not,” Marc said.
Lance was running his hand over Marc’s now hairless six-pack when he
heard and felt Marc’s stomach rumble. Seconds later Lance’s
stomach rumbled in reply. They both started to laugh.
“Someone is trying to tell us something,” Lance laughed.
Marc turned his head and looked out the window. “No wonder.
It’s almost dark.”
“What do we have to eat?” Lance asked.
“We could eat our breakfast,” Marc suggested. “Or we can check
and see what we have in the freezer.”
“Let’s check the freezer,” Lance said as he rolled out of bed. “I
A quick check of the freezer found a couple pizzas and a box of egg
rolls. “Yes! We get to eat,” Lance shouted.
Marc popped the package of egg roll into the oven first; they would be
ready in only ten minutes while the pizzas were going to take longer.
The food was quickly
devoured and the dishes stacked in the sink. Marc went and
started a fire in the fireplace. Lance was watching Marc as he
squatted in front of the fireplace lighting the fire. Lance
wanted to go up behind Marc and grab the twin hard globes of his ass,
but thought better of it. “Be careful. We don’t want
junior to get burnt by a wayward spark,” Lance warned.
Closing the fireplace screen Marc moved back to sit next to Lance in
front of the couch. Lance moved to sit in front of Marc between
his legs. Leaning back against Marc’s chest he was wrapped in
Marc’s strong arms.
Lance sighed, “I like this.”
“The fire is nice.”
“It’s not just the fire. I love it when you hold me like this.”
“You mean you like sitting naked in front of a roaring fire in the
middle of August with all the windows open?”
“No. I like sitting in your arms, naked in front of a roaring
fire in the middle of August with all the windows open.”
“I kind of like this, too,” Marc chuckled. They sat for a long
time watching the fire not saying anything. Marc caressed Lance’s
chest, lightly brushing over his nipples then working his way down over
the ridges of his abdomen, circling his bellybutton with the tip of his
Marc’s finger was starting to tickle. Lance reached down
interlocking their fingers then moved Marc’s hand up to is lips kissing
Marc’s palm softly.
Marc leaned down and softly kissed Lance behind the ear. “Love
you,” Marc said softly.
“Love you too,” Lance moaned.
“Listen,” Lance said.
“Don’t you hear it?”
“Hear what?” Marc asked.
“The silence. No video game. No beat box from Justin.”
“Yes. I don’t hear Josh talking in his sleep and Joey’s not
“Yes, silence is good,” Lance laughed.
After a long moment of silence Marc asked, “James, did you find out
“Well, how did you do?”
“I got an A.”
“You did? That’s great. I’m so proud of you.”
“Come on, it only one course,” Lance said.
“It’s not just one course. It’s one collage credit,” Marc pointed
Lance smiled to himself, “It is. Isn’t it?”
Turning his head Lance looked back at Marc. “What did you find
“I found out I was one of the last to pick up their assignment.
There wasn’t much to choose from.”
“Well. Are you going to tell me what your assignment is?”
“No, I’m not going to tell you.”
“Why? Is it that bad?”
“How about if I just show you what my assignment is?” Marc said
as he nudged Lance up. Getting up Marc took Lance by the hand and
went to the patio doors.
Lance stopped at the doors. “You want to go out there?”
“That’s the idea.”
“But we don’t have anything on,” Lance protested.
Marc laughed, “I know. Don’t worry no one will see you, besides
me.” They walked down to the dock. Marc had Lance sit on
the edge of the dock while he sat behind him wrapping his arms around
“Okay, what do you want to show me?” Lance asked.
“Look out. What do you see?”
“The lake. Some lights from cabins across the lake.”
“What else?” Marc prodded.
Lance studied the lake looking for more detail. “I can see fish
jumping. The reflection from the moon makes it easy to see.”
Marc leaned back on the dock, pulling Lance back with him. “Now
what do you see?”
“Wow! Stars. Millions of stars.”
“That’s my assignment,” Marc said. “I get to set all that to
The next morning the
two of them slept in for once. It was almost ten when they headed
for their morning shower, which they took together. They managed
to finish just as the hot water was running out. After a quick
breakfast they donned clothes so they could go to the store to pick up
supplies for the cookout.
When they returned Marc went about putting the steakes in
“What do you want to do?” Marc asked.
Marc grinned, bobbing his eyebrows.
“Other than that,” Lance stated.
Marc’s grin disappeared.
“We can do that after Sara and your dad go home.”
Marc’s grin reappeared. “How about we go swimming?”
“Yeah, and I can work on my tan,” Lance agreed.
Marc went to get some towels. When he returned Lance was
surprised to see Marc had nothing on and was heading for the patio
“What are you doing?”
“Going for a swim.”
“But you have nothing on.”
“Yeah, I know,” Marc said with a sly grin. “Aren’t you coming?”
Sara walked into
Marc’s cabin to drop off a German Chocolate cake for dessert. Not
finding anyone in the cabin Sara went to check out back. Steeping
out onto the patio she quickly spotted her brother and Lance. ‘Oh
my!’ Sara thought as she looked upon the two
Marc and Lance were lying on their backs absorbing the suns
rays. Sara let her eyes roam over the two forms before her.
‘Damn, little brother you do know how to pick them.’
hope someone remembered the sun screen.’
“How much time do you think we have?” Lance asked.
Marc shielded his eyes as he looked toward the sun. “It’s early
yet. It’s only around one.”
Sara stepped back into the cabin. “Anybody home,” Sara called
“Shit!” Lance shouted as he turned onto his stomach.
Marc laughed as he sat up and looked toward the cabin. Sara was
standing at the door grinning.
“We’re out here,” Marc called out.
“Marc!” Lance whispered.
Sara came out and took a chair near them.
“Aren’t you early?” Marc inquired.
“I was just dropping off tonight’s dessert.” Turning her
attention to Lance, “Enjoying the sun? Lance.”
“Ah, oh, yeah,” Lance stammered while not looking at Sara.
Marc propped himself up on one elbow looking between his embarrassed
boyfriend and his grinning sister. ‘Sara is enjoying
this way too
much,’ Marc thought. Sara was admiring Lance’s untanned
“Sis, is it possible for someone’s butt to blush?”
Lance’s head snapped to look at Marc giving him a ‘what the hell are
you doing?’ look.
Sara laughed, “I don’t think so. Maybe he needs more sun screen.”
Marc took the edge of Lance’s towel and covered his butt.
“I need to get going,” Sara said as she got up. “I’ve got some
shopping to do. . . . See you later Lance.”
Lance looked up as Sara started moving away, “Yeah, see you later.”
“Marc, you made a good choice,” Sara said nodding toward Lance.
“He has good looking equipment. Too bad he’s gay.”
“Too bad for you,” Marc shot back. “Great for me.”
“How can you sit
there like that?” Lance asked.
Marc frowned, “Like what?”
“You have nothing on. You just sat there like it happens
“Well, it doesn’t happen everyday. But Sara has seen me without
Lance gave Marc a puzzled look.
“James, Sara was my nurse right from the beginning. While I was
in a coma she took care of me. She bathed me. And remember
when I told you about all the nurses using the excuse of a sponge bath
to check me out? James, I’m not ashamed of what I got. I
know Sara looks. But I know it’s not in a sexual way.”
“I’m just not use to this.”
“I take it not many woman have seen you naked.”
“My mom hasn’t seen me naked since I was ten.”
Marc sighed, “I guess walking around nude is out, at your parents'
“I think that would be a good idea,” Lance said.
“I’ve had enough sun,” Marc said. “How about we go shower and get
dressed before Sara returns?”
Sara did return, with
Tom. Sara could see Lance was still embarrassed about what
happened earlier. She took Lance aside for a little talk and when
they returned Lance was in better spirits.
Everyone enjoyed the cookout and Marc enjoyed spending time with his
dad. After Sara and Tom left for the night Lance and Marc retired
to their bedroom. The driving passion of the night before was
replaced with a slow tender session of making out and just cuddling.
Lance was awakened
his slumber when something didn’t feel right. Reaching out he
felt for Marc but he wasn’t there. The flushing of the toilet
told Lance Marc’s whereabouts. Lance sat up on his elbows as Marc
came back into the bedroom.
“I missed you,” Lance said softly.
Marc went to Lance and gave him a good morning kiss. “Morning.”
“Come back to bed,” Lance said as he stretched.
“How about you come running with me?”
Lance’s face lit up then just as quickly a frown formed. “We’re
not going to go running naked, are we?”
“No,” Marc laughed. “I’m going to wear my running shoes and a
Lance’s eyes got big.
“And running shorts,” Marc added.
Lance let out a sigh of relief, “I’ll go along.”
This was the first
time that Lance had run with Marc here at the lake; Joey had been
Marc’s victim that first week. After stretching, they headed out
side by side, down the driveway, across the road and into the
forest. Marc set a leisurely pace as they headed up the fire
“I love running here,” Lance said. “No traffic. . . . Fresh
“No one around,” Marc added.
“Especially, no on around,” Lance laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I was worried that you’d be out here running in the nude.”
With a mischievous twinkle in his eye Marc reached down to the front of
his running shorts and gave a tug. “Like this?” The velcro
gave way and Marc was running only in his jock.
Lance shook his head as Marc ran ahead of him waving his shorts above
his head laughing.
“Come on James, join me,” Marc called out.
“Newman, you are insane. What if someone sees you?”
Marc laughed, “You’re seeing me.”
Lance caught up with Marc and gave his a smack on the butt. “Nice
ass,” then took off at full speed.
Marc took chase, not trying too hard to catch up. As they were
coming up on an intersection of two fire lanes Lance stopped
short. Coming down the other trail was jeep.
Lance turned to warn Marc but when he looked at him he was just
finishing hooking the sides of his shorts back together. Coming
up to Lance Marc gave him a wink.
The Jeep pulled up to them and stopped. The ranger said, “Good
“Good morning, sir,” Lance said nervously.
“Hey, Stick, how’s it going?” Marc said.
“Doing great, Marc,” the ranger said giving Lance a look over. “I
heard you were back in town.”
“Stick, this is my friend, James Bass. James, this is Stick
one of our local conservation officers.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lance said offering his hand.
With a warm handshake Stick said, “Likewise.”
“I thought you might be out here. I just wanted to warn you that
they are doing some cutting a half-mile over. Be sure to watch
for logging trucks.”
“Thanks, Stick. We'll head the other way and stay clear of the
“You two fellas enjoy your run,” Stick said as he headed down the trail.
“That was close,” Lance said as he watched the Jeep disappear over the
next small hill.
“I heard him coming,” Marc said as he headed off back the way they had
Returning to the
cabin Marc said, “Why don’t you go get your shower while I
“Why don’t you join me in the shower?” Lance said in a deep
“Because if I do we’ll not have time for breakfast before we leave for
“Well I guess,” Lance sighed. “But it won’t be the same with out
someone to wash my back.”
“You’ll manage,” Marc said as he pulled two skillets out and put them
on the burners to heat.
“Well, okay,” Lance said as he started toward the bathroom.
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he gave them a
shove. The garment fell to his feet as he left the kitchen.
Marc picked up the shorts and was going to toss them at Lance when for
some unexplained reason he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Shit,” Marc muttered as he tossed the shorts through the bedroom door.
Lance strolled out of the bedroom, now naked with a towel over his
shoulder. He paused as his eyes met Marc’s. A sly smile
spreading across his face as he crossed the hall to the bathroom his
hip swinging, as he entered the bathroom closing the door behind him.
Marc returned to his skillets laying slices of bacon sizzling as they
hit the pan.
“Oh, this feels so good,” Lance called out. “The hot water feels
Marc hung his head shaking it.
“Oh, god, this feels so good.” Came the sounds from the bathroom.
Marc turned the stove knob off and moved the skillet to a cold
burner. Marc kicked off his shoes then headed for the bathroom,
dropping his running shorts and jock outside the door before
entering. “I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine,” Marc said as
he stepped into the shower.
Marc pulled the van
into a parking spot in front of the courthouse. Two spots down he
saw his dad’s car. After putting some coins into the parking
meter Marc and Lance headed up the steps to find Sara and Tom waiting
for them. After quick hugs they headed into the courthouse.
“You ready for this?” Tom asked Marc.
“Yes. It’s something I should have done when you first asked me.”
Tom put an arm around Marc’s shoulder. “You weren’t ready to do
this then. I understand.”
Judge Steven Thompson
sat behind his desk in starched white dress shirt with a black bow
tie. His judge's robes hung on a hook behind his desk. He
was reading through a stack of papers before him. He looked over
the rim of his reading glasses at the four people sitting before him.
“This is highly unusual,” the judge stated. “I’ve never had an
adoption petitionbefore me for the adoption of a grown man.
You’re what? Twenty-three now.”
“Yes, your honor,” Marc said.
The judge turned his attention to Tom. “Tom, you have partitioned
the court to declare Marc Newman, your son with all the legal rights
that goes with it. Do you do this of your own free will?”
“Yes, your honor I do.”
“Sara Morgan, do you agree with this action your father is taking?”
“Yes, your honor. Marc became a member of our family a long time
ago. This just makes it legal.”
The judge turned to Marc, “Son, how do you feel about this?”
“Your honor, you know what my life has been like. I had no
family; no home; I didn’t even have me. I had to start with
nothing. It was hard and I was scared to death most of the
time. The only thing in my life that anchored me was the love I
received from Tom and Sara. I love them both and I can’t think of
anything I’d be prouder of as to be Tom’s son and Sara’s brother.”
The judge’s gaze looked behind Marc. “Marc, what interest does
the young gentleman behind you have in this matter?”
“Your honor, this is James Bass, my best friend. I asked him to
be here with me today.”
The judge sat up straight in his chair. “I, Steven Thompson, do
hear by affix my signature to this petitionof adoption on this the
sixteenth day of August in the year nineteen hundred and
ninety-nine. Declaring one, Marc Newman from this day forward to
be known as Marc Newman Morgan. He is hereby the legal son of
Thomas Morgan and brother of Sara Morgan. And is hereby granted
all legal right that comes with it.” The judge signed the
document then turned it toward Marc.
“Marc, sign here,” the judge said.
Marc stood and approached the desk. Taking the pen he signed the
“Tom,” the judge indicated the next line.
Tom signed where indicated.
“Sara, James, would you sign as witness?” the judge asked.
Sara went to the desk and signed where the judge indicated. She
then turned to Marc and gave his a kiss.
Lance stepped up and signed the document. When he turned to Marc
he could see tears running down his cheeks. Lance reached up and
whipped away one of Marc’s tears. Marc did likewise sweeping away
a tear running down Lance’s cheek. Placing his hand behind
Lance’s head Marc pulled him into an embrace. Nothing was said
just some pats on the back then they broke the embrace.
The judge handed the documents to his clerk. They watched as she
affixed the judge's seal along with her’s.
The judge stood and offered Marc his hand. “May I be the first to
congratulate the new Mr. Marc Morgan on his new family.”
Marc beamed as he shook the judge's hand.
Judge Thompson turned to Tom. “I have one other document for
you.” He handed Tom a document which he quickly scanned before he
picks up a pen and signed it. The judge also signed it and handed
it to his clerk who also signed and affixed her seals.
“What’s that?” Sara inquired.
“My new will,” Tom said. “I had it updated since I’ve just become
a father again.”
After leaving the
courthouse they decided to have lunch at the finest restaurant in the
county seat. After placing their orders Tom held up his wine
glass. “I’d like to make a toast. . . To my son. I
was there for your rebirth. I watch him struggle with many issues
and I watched him overcome them. It didn’t take long for my
admiration of you to turn to love. I love you son. . . That
statement alone fills me with such joy. To Marc, my son.”
“To Marc,” they all said.
Justin pulled into
the driveway of Lance’s house. As he got out of his car Joey
pulled up and parked next to him.
“Hey, Joe,” Justin greeted.
“Hey, J. Been here long?”
“No I just got here.” Walking to the front door he pulled out his
key and unlocked the door. Turning to the security keypad he
punched in a code deactivating the alarm.
“It’s stuffy in here,” Joey noted.
Justin went and reset the air conditioning.
Joey strolled over to the patio doors and look out into the
backyard. “Did Lance say anything about opening up the pool?”
“Yeah he asked me to see it gets set up. But I’m going to forget
“I’ll show you,” Justin said as he stepped into the back yard.
They made their way to the back fence. “Joe, will you help me?”
“I want to move this fence panel. Marc removed the screws so we
didn’t have to drive around the block.”
Each taking an end of the eight-foot panel they lifted it up and moved
it to the side.
“Cool,” Joey said as he got his first look at the house.
“Come on I’ll show you around,” Justin said.
Justin and Joey
emerged from the Marc’s new studio. “That is a great setup,” Joey
“Yeah it is,” Justin agreed.
“Okay, we need to go shopping,” Joey said.
“Do you know what you want to do with your bedroom?”
“Yeah I do. When will JC and Chris be back?”
“Chris will be back tomorrow and JC will be back on Wednesday,” Justin
“Is Marc going to furnish the rest of the house?” Joey asked.
“I think he wants to do it with Lance’s help. Let's hit the
Lunch turned out to
be a long one. Marc wasn’t in a hurry for it to end. They
talked about the tour and filled Tom in on their plans. The lunch
crowd had dispersed and they were the only table left when they decided
to move on.
After a leisurely drive around the lake Marc and Lance returned to the
cabin. Marc pulled Lance into a kiss before the door had closed.
“Happy?” Lance inquired looking up into Marc’s glowing face.
Marc nodded, “It’s been the best day of my life.”
“What do you want to do to celebrate?” Lance asked bobbing his
Marc laughed, “Yeah, I’d like to do that too. But. . . “
“If we don’t get the van loaded we can’t leave in the morning.”
“Work first. Lovin' later,” Lance understood.
Marc would bring
boxes of notebooks out and Lance would load them in the van. The
boxes gave way to musical instruments.
“Where are you getting all this?” Lance asked as Marc brought
another two large cases.
“I own a few drums,” Marc shrugged.
“You have enough to outfit the whole Madison Scouts drum line,” Lance
“Not quite,” Marc chuckled as he went back for more.
After an hours work Marc came out with the last load, a couple garment
bags and a small suitcase. “This is it,” Marc announced.
Lance laid the garment bags across the boxes and pushed the suitcase
into the last hole.
Marc draped an arm over Lance’s shoulder as they stood looking into the
rear of the van. “Do you think we can get any more in?”
“Yeah, . . . I think we can get two sheets of paper in the top left.”
Marc pulled Lance into a headlock. “Smart ass.”
“You seem to like it,” Lance said as he slipped out of Marc’s grip.
“Yeah, I do,” Marc grinned.
Lance looked around, “It’s getting late.”
Marc closed the doors on the van. Holding out his hand he said,
“Let’s go for a walk.”
Lance took his hand and they walked around the cabin and down to the
lake. Marc slid his arm around Lance’s waste and Lance slid his
around Marc’s. They walked along the sandy beach not saying
anything just enjoying the beauty of their surroundings and just being
alone with each other.
Lance could see that ahead of them the sandy beach gave way to a
grouping of large rocks that extended out into the lake about twenty
feet. Marc led the way up the rocks leading Lance by the
hand. When they reached the top Lance stopped and looked past
Marc down the beach.
“What’s wrong?” Marc asked.
Marc looked into Lance’s eyes then turned to look down the beach.
A smile slowly formed as he realized what Lance had done.
“This isn’t a dream, James.”
“You looked for Eric, didn’t you?”
Lance blushed, “This is just like the beach in our dream.”
“Subconsciously, elements of my real world makes it’s way into my
dreams,” Marc explained. “I hadn’t realized it until just
now.” Marc pulled Lance into his arms and kissed him softly.
“I wanted to show you something before we left,” Marc said.
Marc turned Lance around and pointed out to the end of the rocks and
the lake beyond. That night there was no breeze so the water
looked like glass. On the other side of the lake you could see
the reflection of the trees in the lake. And sitting almost on
top of the trees was this giant orange ball also reflected in the water.
Marc wrapped his arms around Lance pulling him back against his
body. Lance brought his arms up and placed them on top of Marc’s,
interlacing the fingers of both hands with his.
The sun slowly made contact with the tree tips making them glow.
Little by little the sun sank further and further into the trees the
light ever changing as the day came to an end. As the last of the
sun dropped below the tree line the trees seem to be ablaze with
color, color that deepened until there was no more.
“Wow,” Lance whispered.
“That, is going to be the first movement of my symphony,” Marc
Lance turned around bring his arms around Marc’s neck. “If that’s
the first movement, what are you going to do for the second?”
Marc looked up into the night sky. Lance followed his gaze.
Above them millions of stars shown in the sky.
“That’s my second, third, and fourth movement,” Marc said.
Lowering his gaze Marc could see the wonder on Lance’s face.
When Lance finally lowered his gaze he found Marc grinning at him.
“You like my symphony?”
“I loved it,” Lance said before pulling Marc into a passionate kiss.
When they broke the kiss they both gasped for air. Nodding down
the beach Marc said, “Let’s head back. I want to make music with
“How many movements?” Lance inquired with a sly smile.
“Oh, I don’t know. It depends on how inspired I am. It
could be two. . . Or four. . . If I’m really inspired maybe
it could be six or more.”
Lance followed Marc
into the cabin. Turning on a table lamp so
they wouldn’t trip Marc led them down the hall but turned into the
bathroom instead of the bedroom.
“Let’s start off with a nice shower to get all the sand off us,” Marc
suggested. Marc turned on the water letting it warm up.
When he turned back he found Lance had most of his clothes already
off. “Are you in a hurry?” Marc asked with a laugh.
Lance blushed a little. “I like showering with you.” Lance
said as he started to help Marc off with his clothes.
Showering together was something they both enjoyed. Lance grabbed
the shampoo bottle first indicating he wanted to wash Marc. Marc
indicated his acceptance by steping under the shower getting his head
wet. Then leaning out of the water he let Lance wash his hair.
The shower had become a ritual for them; the washing and
rewashing of the hair. But this time Lance added the lathering of
Marc beard. Running his fingers up and down the sides of Marc’s
face, then his chin and upper lip building up a rich lather.
Marc started to giggle as Lance worked on his chin with all ten
fingers. There was so much lather Marc had to sputter when some
of it got in his mouth. Lance gave pity and let Marc rinse his
As they would wash
each other they had the opportunity to explore each other body.
Lance was always amazed that no matter how many times he had washed
Marc there was always something new to discover.
There was no rush this evening. They took their time caressing,
nibbling, and kissing as they went. But in spite of everything
when they were done they found that they were only semi hard.
Marc had used the big towel to dry off Lance. Lance picked up an
other towel and preceeded to dry Marc. As Lance was drying Marc’s
back he said, “Boo, will you show me how to clean the rest of me?”
Marc turned to look at Lance. “You don’t have to. . .”
“I want to. Show me.”
Marc reached into the top shelf of the linen closet and pulled out an
enema bag. Lance was a little hesitant as he watched as Marc
the bag with warm soapy water and insert the plug and tube. At
the end of the tube was a long plastic tip. Marc spread some lube
on the tip and turned to Lance. The look on Lance’s face told
Marc that he was having second thoughts.
“Here hold this,” Marc said handing Lance the bag. “Let me show
you how it’s done.”
Marc stood over the toilet and took the enema tip and reaching behind
him slowly inserted it. Reaching up he unhooked the clamp on the
tube to let the water flow down the tube. Lance watched as the
bag emptied. Marc reclamped the tube and removed the nozzle.
“Now you just sit down and let it all out. Don’t you?”
Marc shook his head. “Not right away.”
Lance watched Marc’s face noting some discomfort. “Are you
“Yeah, just some cramps,” Marc said as he sat down and released his
Lance refilled the bag twice more before the water coming out was
Lance now felt he could do this. As he inserted the nozzle the
first time he kept his eyes on Marc’s face. The love coming from
Marc gave him the strength to do this.
When the water from the third bag came out clear Lance was grinning
from ear to ear.
Marc picked up the
lubricant and taking Lance by the hand he led him into the
bedroom. At the foot of the bed he pulled him into a passionate
kiss that seemed to go on forever.
When they finally broke the kiss Marc looked down into Lance’s loving
gaze. “Today has been the best day of my life. I have a
real dad and sister. And I have you. . . . There is only
one thing that would make this the most perfect day. James, will
you make love to me?”
I'm sorry this took
so long. I wanted to get this out mid-month but life got in the
way. The next chapter is in the works and I'm going to try to get
this one out much quicker.
sorry I had to end this chapter as I did. NOT!!
is always welcome.