My Belovèd is mine, and I am his.
Song of Songs 2:16
From the back seat of the Camaro, Kevin Stoltz's eyes lingered Cam MacKenzie's face in profile. Tears ran
down Cam's cheeks as the two of them, along with Carl Emrick
riding shotgun, and little Casey, asleep in his car seat, pulled
away from what had been a very happy home in San Rafael for them
all. The great relationships, the joy of their extended family,
somehow seemed to be slipping away. Cam was obviously already worrying about
Reaching forward from the back seat, Kevin gently put his
hand on Cam's neck, giving the boy's head a little shake as the
latter steered the car and trailer down the familiar street for the
last time for awhile.
"Mom's gonna be all right, buddy," Kevin said, certain that
Cam was thinking about leaving his mother alone in the big house.
"You know that Ian and Mary Carson and Rosa and Yolanda and all the
guys are going to take good care of her," he added. "She won't be alone."
"Yeah," Cam said, knowing what Kevin said was true.
Carl reached down to a box of Kleenex at his feet, grabbed a couple of tissues, and handed them silently to Cam,
who wiped his face and then struggled to put on a smile.
"Thanks," Cam told Carl, glancing over at him.
"Uh, are you and Andy gonna be okay?" Andy Helder and Carl
had become really close since the trip to New Orleans in the late
spring with St. Andrew's youth group, and now they'd be four hundred
"Have to be," Carl said philosophically. "He's
gonna come down to Malibu with Ian to visit as often as he can after the three of us
get settled. Actually, the four of us, I mean," he said, glancing back at Casey.
Cam nodded. "Are you guys gonna date other people while you're separated?"
"Not right now," Carl said. "We think...well,
we think what we have with each other now is too good to throw away,
and that could happen if we date." Carl dropped his eyes. "We love each other."
"Cool," Cam said.
"If Andy and I hang in with each other this year," Carl added, "one of us is going to transfer schools so we can be together."
"That sounds good," Cam said. "Make him come
down to L.A. and live with us." He grinned. "Kevin and I
don't mind all the noise you two make when you have sex, do we,
Kev?" Cam adjusted his rear view mirror a little so he could see
his partner's face in the back seat.
Kevin smirked. "Not at all. I just wish
Cam and I knew all the sex techniques you and Andy must use to get that
kind of reaction from each other. F.Y.I., we could hear you
all the way upstairs from the poolhouse when you were doing the
deed. You should film yourselves and publish a sex manual."
"Bullshit!" Carl said, blushing a little. "All
the guys know you two are the real masters when it comes to novel sex
techniques. By the way, do you drug Casey so he doesn't wake up and cry
when you go at it?"
"No drugs are necessary," Kevin said. "Casey
understands that his daddies have needs, and he sleeps right through
our modest little whimpers. It's not like the roars of pleasure
and pain we used to hear from the poolhouse. 'Beat my ass with
your belt again, Andy!'" Kevin mimicked Carl's voice perfectly.
Cam and Carl broke up, and Carl gave up on that particular topic, knowing he could never win with those two.
Cam fired up the radio, and they listened to tunes
and talked on their way down toward the Big Sur. When they had
planned the trip, they decided to give themselves an easy first day's
travel and stay at Alex's cabin. They wanted to get an early
start the next day.
Casey woke up, and needed to be changed just as they
exited the Golden Gate Bridge going south. Kevin was so adept at changing
diapers on the fly that Cam didn't even have to find a place to pull
the car over. The diaper change was aromatic, though, and Carl
and Cam opened their windows in self-defense. Once the soiled
diaper was encased in a plastic bag and a fresh diaper in place, Kevin
fed the little boy, talking and crooning to him. Casey dozed off
after Kevin burped him, and Kevin put him back in his infant car seat.
hours passed quickly, and the boys started to get hungry. Cam
suggested that they stop at a Taco Bell in Seaside, the town where Carl and his
brother Dan used to live before Carl was molested by his father.
"Not this Taco Bell!" Carl protested. "The last time I ate there, tacos shot out of my ass like fire trucks the next day."
Cam and Kevin roared, and they stopped instead at a Mickey D's to eat.
Kevin, with Casey, staked out a booth while Cam and
Carl waited in one of the lines to get food for all of them.
Kevin watched Carl as the latter scoped out one of the cashiers, a
tall, muscular blond kid with straight hair down to his
shoulders. The boy looked like a surfer. When Cam and Carl
reached the front of the line, Kevin saw Carl and the boy bump
fists. They apparently knew each other. Carl paid for all
the food, just to keep things simple.
When Cam and Carl came back to the table, they sat
down, removed their caps, and Cam said a quiet grace. Then they
"Do you know the blond kid behind the counter?" Kevin asked Carl.
"He was on Seaside High's football team when I lived here," Carl said.
Kevin grinned. "You seemed to like what you saw."
"Yep," Carl said without a trace of embarrassment. "The guy's a stud. I don't s'pose you looked away."
"I only have eyes for Cam."
The three of them laughed.
After they ate and fed Casey again, Cam and Kevin got the
child and his car seat strapped on to the back of the passenger seat
again, and Kevin took over driving. Cam let Carl continue to sit
in the death seat, and got into the back with Casey. Having been
given a bottle in the restaurant, the little boy fell asleep quickly as
Cam stretched out as much as a six footer could across the back
seat of a Camaro. Before too many miles, Cam soon joined Casey in dreamland.
Carl called Andy Helder on his cell at that point, and the two of
them talked quietly for awhile about nothing in particular. The week
before the boys left for L.A., Ian Carson had changed Carl's cell phone
plan so that the boy had unlimited calling, including unlimited long
distance. He told Carl that it was so Carl could call him and
Mary and Catherine as often as he wanted. But Ian knew that Andy
Helder was the one Carl would really be wanting to talk to. Carl
understood well the kindness of his foster father. The boy felt Andy's
absence in his gut each time they hung up from a call.
Kevin twirled the dial on the radio until he found a
station he liked after Carl was off the phone. He set the volume
lower than normal so Cam and Casey could sleep, and he and Carl rode
along without talking as the scenery became more rustic.
"Can I ask you something, Kev?" Carl finally said.
"Maybe." He smiled and gave Carl a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.
"Uh, this might sound like a stupid question, but
how did you and Cam know when it was the right time to make a long term
commitment to each other?"
Kevin feigned outrage. "You want me to
WHAT? Talk about my sex life with Cam? I'm stunned!"
He kept his voice down so as not to awaken the baby.
"Forget it," Carl said.
"I'm just screwin' with ya, bro. I really don't know how to answer your question,"
Kevin said after a long moment, staring out at the road. "I've
never thought about it."
"I know you don't like to talk about your feelings,
but give it a try," Carl goaded his friend. "I have a reason for
"And that would be...?"
"Andy and I..." Carl stopped talking.
"You've only known Andy for a couple of months,
Carl. Every relationship has to start somewhere, but you're just
getting to know each other."
"I know. But I've never felt this way about anyone before. I'd just like to know when you knew Cam was 'the one.'"
"When we were babies in the same playpen," Kevin said facetiously. "I knew even then he'd be a good lay."
"Asshole!" Stony-faced, Carl turned away in annoyance and folded his arms across his chest.
"I'm sorry, dude," Kevin said apologetically.
"Well, answer the fucking question, then."
Kevin pressed his lips together, brow
wrinkled. "I'll try," he said. "I didn't know Cam was 'the
one' because suddenly one day there was a flash of light that revealed
the truth. It was a process. I began to understand my real feelings for him
even before puberty, when I gradually realized that no day was a good
day unless I saw him and spent some time with him, or at least talked
to him on the phone. When we were kids, we did sleepovers at each other's
house long before either of us was thinking about sex, and it was like heaven to
be close to him when we slept in the same bed. I just really liked it. The
way he looked, his face, his mind, his smart mouth, his body, his
loyalty, everything was and is perfect from my perspective, and things
between us just kept getting better. That's true even now."But maybe the decisive thing that made me
know that he was the one was how Cam stuck by me through Heather's
pregnancy and getting beat up by her brothers and ending up in the
hospital. I know I would have died if Cam hadn't been by my
side. I kid you not. That was all I needed to know, and I
was so right. Look at the way he
has accepted Casey and cares for him!" Kevin paused. "I'd
have to say the love
between us was there long before I finally got up the courage to admit
to myself and to him that I loved him mentally, physically,
spiritually, in every way that it's possible for human beings to love
another person. When Cam told me that he felt the same way about
it blew me away. And that was when sex stopped
being just for gratification--it was always great, don't misunderstand
me--and became a real testimony to a real relationship."
"Oh," Carl said, and began chewing on that. "But Andy and I started out our process, if that's what we're in, with sex."
"I'm not saying that can't work," Kevin said.
"It might take some extra effort, that's all. Cam and I just took a little
different path to commitment."
"What about you and Heather, and Cam and Teri? What about your commitment to Cam when you were both dating girls?"
"We were committed to each other even then," Kevin
insisted. "We just didn't know it completely. But even when I was
having sex with Heather, I was thinking about Cam."
"No lie. I'm gay. Totally. I
can tell you that it's always been love between Cam and me. I can't
explain it. It just is what it is."
Neither of the boys said anything for a long minute, when out of the silence of the back seat they heard Cam's voice.
"Carl, Kevin loves me because I have a big dick. That's pretty much it."
The three of them started laughing so hard they cried, and they woke Casey up.
An hour or so later they arrived at the
cabin, hoping that Mr. Anderson, the caretaker, had done his usual
good job of lighting the furnace and stocking enough food for supper
and breakfast in the morning before they resumed their trip.
Cam's eyes were glued to Kevin's tight, muscular bubble butt, packed into
his 501's, as the boy carried Casey up the stairs to the deck and
went inside the cabin. Cam had seen the naked ass of practically every jock at
San Rafael High in the locker rooms at one point or another during his time in school, and in his scholarly opinion, none
of them compared to Kevin's butt. Sweet!
Cam grinned. He had to own up to himself. The psychologists are right about what guys think about the most. Sex. Sex is on my mind all the damned time. And when it comes to Kevin, the only
thing better than the fantasy is the reality. Things will be good
tonight--he and Kevin never said no to the other when it came to sex. Cam
grinned wider, and followed his partner as the latter carried Casey
their usual bedroom. Kevin put the little boy, still sleeping in
his car seat, down on the bed, and Cam set down the single bag that he
Kevin had packed with overnight essentials. That way they didn't
unload their big bags from the car and trailer at the end of every
When Kevin turned around, there was Cam right in his face, nose to nose.
" 'Sup?" Kevin demanded, trying not to laugh.
Saying nothing, Cam put his arms around his
partner's butt and pulled him close. He kissed Kevin on the lips,
giving him a little tongue in the process, swaying slightly as he pressed
his crotch against Kevin's. They each started to get hard.
Kevin initiated a second kiss, and they frenched one
another gently but thoroughly. When they backed off, Kevin was
"How was I lucky enough to find a horndog like you?" Kevin asked.
"It was luck. I'm perfect for you."
"I wouldn't wanna go that far."
"You should. You know it's true."
"All right," Kevin admitted. "What are we gonna do about it."
"Do about 'it?' We've been doin' 'it' almost every night for many moons. I suggest more of the same."
"You make me crazy!"
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing," Cam opined, pulling Kevin
back into his arms. They stood there cheek to cheek, holding each
"I love ya, dude," Kevin said softly into Cam's ear,
kissed it, and then rubbed his nose on the peach fuzz on Cam's cheek.
"Can't help it."
"Yeah," Cam said, pulling back and kissing Kevin on
the lips again, then reaching up to give the boy's crew cut a rub.
"I'm gonna go down and get the ice chest, and then let's check out the
" 'K," Kevin said, feeling that familiar love and lust for Cam in
his gut. "I'll bring Casey into the great room so we can hear him
if he wakes up."
Carl walked by their bedroom door just as the two guys were letting go of each other, and glanced inside.
"Don't you guys ever take a break?" he bitched, wishing Andy were with him.
"Fuck, no," Kevin said. "Life's short, and there's not a moment to waste."
"True dat!" Carl admitted.
When they got out there, the great room was warm and
felt good, given the cold breeze off the ocean. Cam brought up
the ice chest from the car, and put the baby formula and soft drinks
out of it into the refrigerator. Then he checked the larder, and there were
T-bone steaks, some potatoes, and lettuce,
tomatoes, green peppers, and onions to make a salad, and milk, along with bacon and eggs for breakfast. Cam
washed his hands and got busy preparing the steaks after getting Carl
to go light the grill
out on the deck. When Carl came back, he washed the potatoes,
nuked them in the microwave for a few minutes to give them a head start, and
then took them out to grill and put them on it before the meat was
cooked. Then he went back and fixed
a big bowl of salad while Cam took the steaks out on the deck and sat
down to wait
for the grill to hit the optimum temperature.Casey woke up, and taking him out of his
carrier, Kevin held the child's hands and walked the boy around the
room, steering him away from the furniture's sharp edges when
necessary. The boy
loved it, and babbled a lot of verbal encouragement to his dad that
absolutely no sense. When Casey wore out, Kevin put him on the
coffee table in front of the couch, sat down in front of him and played
patty cake, moving the boy's arms and legs around. That
got old pretty fast, and Kevin put the baby in his lap, stroking his
head and kissing the fine black hair on it until the child conked out
"Carl, do me a favor, will ya?" Kevin asked in a whisper, looking over at his friend sitting at the other end of the couch.
"Go down to the trailer and get Casey's crib out. It should be right in reach when you open the door."
Carl came back in with the crib, unfolded it, and Kevin put Casey down
in it gently as the baby continued to sleep.
"Set?" Carl asked Cam, who walked in from the deck just then,
carrying the steaks and baked potatoes on a platter to the table in the dining area.
"Yeah. Just grab some glasses, plates, napkins, and some silverware. I'll get the salad and the drinks."
A few minutes later, and the three boys were sitting down to a tasty meal after Cam offered grace.
"Thanks guys," Kevin said as he cut and speared his first piece of
steak and practically inhaled it. "Hmmm. You done good."
"Thanks. You guys excited about this move?" Cam asked as they all chewed away on the food.
"A few butterflies, but yeah, I'm excited," Carl said. "It's gonna be good to be on our own for a change."
Kevin took a swallow of milk, and nodded. "But you're not gonna
be on your own," he told Carl. "Ian gave Cam and me strict
instructions about what you're allowed to do and what you're not."
Cam grinned and shoveled some salad into his mouth, saying nothing at first.
"You're so full a' shit it's comin' out your ears," Carl finally told his
tormentor. "But why don't you flap your gums and make up some
details about these 'strict instructions?'"
"Now, why do you want to give me attitude?" Kevin said in a patronizing
tone of voice. "Ian knew this would happen, didn't he, Cam?"
"Yep," Cam said, swallowing some food. "I guess he did."
Carl knew there wasn't a word of truth in what these guys were saying,
but it would be interesting, he thought, to find out what lies they
would make up.
"Well, do fill me in," he said. "You'll have to excuse my
skepticism, but I don't think Ian would trust you two sex fiends to supervise me."
"You just hurt my feelings," Kevin said. "But I won't let that
keep me from my responsibilities. It's funny you should mention
"Really!!?" Carl said.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "One of our jobs is to make sure that you don't jack off until you and Andy are together again."
Carl's face reddened. "And that's because...?"
"Ian thinks you should man up to being horny all the time, and not give into your base desires," Kevin said.
"I'll abstain if you will," Carl said.
"It's different for us," Cam interjected dismissively. "We're almost married."
"Jeez, why are you guys so interested in my sex life?"
"We're not. We just want you to be the best person you can be,
that's all," Kevin said, forking the last piece of his steak and popping it into his
"Go fuck yourselves," Carl said, laughing.
"Maybe later," Cam said as they all laughed.
They sat around a few more minutes just talking, and then cleaned up
the dining area and the kitchen. Cam rinsed off the dishes, put
them in the dishwasher, and started up the machine.
They spent a few minutes keeping Casey occupied so he'd sleep
most of the night, and then Kevin went down to the Camaro and got the
Wii setup out of the trunk of the car. He hooked it up to Alex's big flat
screen TV with no problem, and the three boys bowled and played golf
first. Cam had the touch that night, and beat Kevin and Carl
handily at every game they tried.
When they all started to yawn, they decided to get to bed.
"Are we gonna run in the morning?" Kevin asked.
"We should," Cam said.
"What about Casey?" Carl asked.
"He's stubborn. He won't run," Kevin cracked.
"One of us can run first, and then can watch Casey. I'll run first," Cam said, "and then you guys can run."
Carl and Cam bumped fists, and they stood up to head for their
bedrooms. Carl would be sleeping in the master bedroom with his own bathroom..
"'Night, bud," Kevin said to Carl. He surprised everybody,
including himself, when you gave Carl a hug, and kissed him on the
cheek. "Sleep tight."
"You, too," Carl said. "What was that for?"
"For awhile," Kevin said.
Cam knew Kevin was feeling sympathy for Carl because the boy wasn't with Andy, and wouldn't be for quite some time.
Cam went over to the thermostat on the wall and turned it down a couple
of degrees, and then carefully picked up Casey, who was sleeping by then, from his
crib. "Bring the crib into the bedroom, will ya?" he asked Kevin.
Kevin nodded, folded the crib up, and carried it into their bedroom.
Opening it back up, he took Casey from Cam, checked the child's diaper, and finding
it dry, put the little boy down in the crib gently and carefully covered him with
a baby blanket. Bending down again, Kevin kissed the baby's head.
When he stood up and turned around, Cam was right there. Reaching
down, he pulled Kevin's T-shirt out of his Levi's, and pulled it over
the boy's head, leaving his chest exposed. Bending his head, he
licked Kevin's nipples and then kissed them.
"What's with you tonight?" Kevin asked facetiously, knowing full well what was on Cam's mind.
"You're such a stud!" Cam said. "Do I really need to spell that out for ya?"
Kevin grinned without answering, and they went to the bathroom
the hall to clean their teeth and empty their bladders. Once back
in their room, they stripped down and slid into bed. Before
starting anything with his partner, Cam reached over to the bedside
table and picked up his cell phone.
"Mom," he told voice recognition, and heard the phone select and dial a number.
"Hello," he heard Catherine say.
"Hi, Mom," Cam said. "We made it to the cabin. I hope I didn't wake you up."
"No," Catherine said. "Thanks for letting me know. I was wondering. I hope you had a decent supper."
"The basics," Cam said. "Steak, potatoes, salad." He
glanced over at his partner. "Carl and I had to do everything, of
course. Kevin didn't help at all."
"Give me that!" Kevin said, snatching the phone out of Cam's
hand. "Hi, Mommy. How did a nice woman like you raise such
a perfidious rat like Cam?"
Catherine laughed. "I'm proud of you for your language skills, Kevin. Your physics
reports are going to be positively eloquent when you use that good English. And colorful, too!"
"All thanks to you and the big words you use all the time," Kevin said,
grinning. "I'm trying to teach Cam, but it's such a
daunting job. He's indolent!"
Cam gasped indignantly, and snatched the phone back from his partner.
"You know better than to listen to Kevin," he told his mother.
The best vocabulary in the world won't cure a sick mind like his!"
"I get it," Catherine said, laughing. "How's Casey?"
"He's handling the trip well so far," Cam said, glancing over at the crib. "He's a good boy."
"Good," Catherine said. "I love all you boys. Tell Carl I'm thinking about him."
"I will, Mom. We'll talk to you tomorrow night."
"Goodnight, sweetheart," Catherine said.
"'Night, Mom. Love ya!"
Cam snapped the phone shut and slid down under the sheets. He
turned on his side toward Kevin, but rather than starting anything
overt leading up to
sex right away, he just pulled his partner up against his body, their heads
now on the same pillow facing each other. Cam ran his free hand
up and down Kevin's
beautiful, sculpted back, lightly stroking the unblemished skin of it. Nose to nose, they each looked deeply into the
other's eyes without moving, the sweetness of their breath commingling..
They were perfectly still for long moments, and then Kevin cleared his throat.
"When you and I hold each other," he told Cam quietly, "I'm holding the
best part of myself. I know that. Without a doubt."
Cam's face and body went totally relaxed as he looked into Kevin's eyes.
"You know I'm not very good at sweet talk," Kevin continued. "But
sometimes you really do take my breath away." He smiled. "In a good way."
Cam was silent.
"You're a gift," Kevin added. "To me. To Casey. Pretty much to everybody who knows you."
"What brought this on?" Cam asked, surprised.
"I dunno. Sometimes my good luck just hits me. I love you so much, man."
They kissed gently and just lay there looking at each other as they
drifted off, not getting around to having sex even though they were
Casey woke them up about 4 a.m., though, wanting a bottle.
got up, naked, padded into the kitchen, pulled some mother's milk out
of the refrigerator (he had switched from formula), heated it, and
came back to the bedroom with the bottle. Scooping Casey up out
of his crib, he sat down on the side of the bed, holding the boy and
The care with which Kevin fed Casey reflected the love he felt for the
child. Kevin lowered his face and kissed the baby's head after
the child had drunk his fill. Putting a hand towel on his
shoulder, he held the little boy upright against his shoulder and rubbed and patted his back
until Casey burped, and then dropped off to sleep
immediately. Kevin held him a few minutes longer, rocking him
gently before putting him back in his crib
Cam had studied his partner's profile as he held
Casey on his
lap. Kevin's face had its usual incipient beard, needing
a morning shave badly already. The boy's developed pecs and chest rose
and fell rhythmically as he breathed, the baby pressed against his
corrugated eight-pac abs, his muscular butt solid on the edge of the
bed and his sturdy legs
steady down to the floor. The long lines of that beautiful,
muscular back which Cam had rubbed earlier completed what could only be
described as an outstanding physique. Cam raised his head off the
pillow for a moment to look between his partner's legs at the familiar,
ample dick hanging there, and he wanted to put it through its
paces. Sooner rather than later.
Kevin covered Casey with a light blanket, and came around the bed and
climbed back in with Cam. Throwing back the sheet, Cam rolled over and straddled Kevin
at the waist. He bent down, his face hovering over his partner's,
first looking into his eyes, and then kissing him thoroughly for a long
moment. Moving deliberately down the beautiful body under him,
Cam took Kevin's nipples in his mouth one at a time, sucking on them
and grazing them with his teeth.
"You're trying to take advantage of me!" Kevin whispered to him, grinning, and Cam could feel his partner's penis
spring to life in the crease of his own ass.
"You don't know that beyond a reasonable doubt yet!" Cam responded,
immediately sliding his butt down on to Kevin's legs, bending down and
taking Kevin's dick in his mouth. He moved his head slowly
down the shaft, taking it all and letting Kevin's now-stiff cock travel down
his throat. By dint of much practice, there was no gagging as he
swallowed it down. Then he pulled off slowly until the boy's
cockhead was back in his mouth, tonguing the head of it
briskly as Kevin groaned with pleasure. Then Cam took him all the
way down his throat again as Kevin exclaimed in pleasure, "Oh, fuck! That
feels good, man!"
Cam continued to bob slowly up and down on Kevin's big dick as a drop
or two of sweet pre-cum was squeezed out into Cam's mouth. By
this time Cam was hard. Kevin took Cam's dick in his hand and
gave it a stroke, and then gently rubbed his thumb on the head of it,
making Cam take his turn groaning with pleasure.
Kevin flipped his partner on to his back, lifting and pushing Cam's legs back, and began
licking the boy's balls. They were too big to take both of them
in his mouth at once, but he gently sucked one, and then the other,
into his mouth, holding each of them there for a minute.
Releasing them, he licked the perineum thoroughly, continuing on down
his tongue in the crease of Cam's ass. Using his hands to spread the
muscular globes of Cam's butt, he first circled the boy's
sphincter with his tongue, and eventually plunged inside. Cam
smelled earthy and clean down there. Kevin continued pushing his
tongue home as Cam groaned with pleasure. Kevin finally lay down on the boy
momentarily, kissing him deeply and then grabbing the lube off the
bedside table where Cam had left
it in reach when they'd gone to bed. Pulling Cam's legs up again, he lubed his partner's
"Do me," Cam instructed in anticipation, and Kevin put his hard dick
hole, pushed inside, and immediately stopped to let Cam adjust.
Cam's grimace quickly disappeared, and he held his own legs back,
staring into Kevin's eyes. "Do me," he told his partner again.
Kevin buried himself inside his partner slowly until the latter felt Kevin's pubes against his ass.
"You feel so good inside me," Cam whispered. He smiled.
"Sometimes I think I'm a born bottom. But only for you, dude."
Not responding, Kevin began to pump slowly, reveling in Cam's tightness
around his penis. Cam involuntarily clutched the bed sheet.
got into a regular rhythm. "Yeah!" he said, lying down and
sliding over Cam's penis and abs as both guys began to sweat despite
the cool air in the bedroom. Thrusting deeply with long strokes,
Kevin tried to occupy his mind with other thoughts so as to delay his
ejaculation. He slowly and deliberately got into what would turn
out to be a vigorous and prolonged copulation. He lowered his
mouth on to Cam's as they celebrated this union to the max. It
until many, many minutes later, when he felt Cam's sphincter clench
his dick as the boy's cock spewed his load between them, that Kevin
went over the edge and began to pump his semen into his partner.
Now relaxed, Kevin left his member inside Cam, leaving his body prone
on his partner and rubbing his nose on the fine hairs of the boy's cheek.
"Holy shit!" Cam whispered, his eyes closed and his body now at rest. "That was awesome! Thank you."
kissed his cheek. "Don't be thankin' me," he told his lover softly. "You're the best."
Kevin eventually pulled out and lifted himself off Cam, and grabbing a handful of
tissue from a box on the bedside table, he cleaned both of them up
a little. Throwing the kleenex to the floor, he nestled down
beside his boy, and kissed him again, pulling him to his body.
They held each other silently for a few minutes as Cam quickly slid into his
usual post-coital coma, which would soon be followed by sleep.
Kevin studied his partner's handsome, chiseled face in the dim light as he breathed in
Cam's breath and thought about their relationship, pondering how he
could have been lucky enough to find this boy out a whole world full of
young men. True, they'd been next door neighbors, but still...
Among the whole host of reasons he loved Cam, there was one at the top of the list. Cam
has no anger in him. None. Even though he's a jock and capable
of vigorous physical action when so inclined, he's never anger-driven
in what he does or says. I can be a real prick when I'm angry, Kevin admitted to himself, but Cam never is.
wondered idly why that was. It had to be something about the way
they were each raised, something about what each of them had
experienced in the midst of their birth families during their formative years, with maybe
a little heredity thrown into the mix. Despite the trauma of
divorce, Alex and Catherine MacKenzie had somehow laid the foundation for a calm,
loving soul in their son. And Kevin was the beneficiary of it. Maybe I have some of my dad's anger in me, Kevin thought.
Cam was fully asleep by then, snoring softly.
Kevin glanced over at Casey in the crib--the baby was still covered and sleeping peacefully--before he reached down,
grasped the bed sheet, and covered Cam and himself with the sheet and a
light blanket. He
kissed Cam's face once again, and soon, snoring softly himself, he was
the arms of the love of his life.
They woke up two hours later, and did it again. Cam did the honors this time.
* * *
Cam was surprised when his eyes popped open early the next morning,
given the strenuous, two-fold workout that he and Kevin had enjoyed
in bed making love the previous night. Glancing at his watch, he
saw it was only 6 a.m. Cam slowly turned his head on the pillow
he was sharing with his partner, and looked at Kevin. The boy's
chest, a work of art unencumbered at the moment by sheet or blanket
despite the chill, was rising and falling regularly as he continued to
sleep soundly. Kevin's face, handsome and virile with its usual
dark shadow of incipient beard, set off waves of love in Cam's mind and
body as he remembered how they had pleasured each other earlier.
Casey was still sleeping soundly, too, and there was no noise yet from Carl's room down the hall.
Moving ever so slowly, Cam eased out of bed and dressed in his jock, running
clothes and shoes. Going into the kitchen, he put on a pot of
coffee, and left a cryptic note for Carl and Kevin saying,
"Running." Cam, by running alone, would enable Carl and Kevin to run
together later while he watched Casey, as they'd planned..
Fog and chill greeted him when he stepped out on to the deck, and he
went back inside to grab a sweatshirt, and put it on. He took a leak on a tree at the edge of the yard, and after doing
his stretches in the driveway, he headed out, not for the beach, but
down McCallister Road toward the main highway. Two miles down and
miles back would give him a pretty good run. McCallister
Road. He thought about the hundreds of times that he had ridden
down that road in the car with Alex and Catherine for a great
weekend. The good old days.
Getting into stride,
Cam soon began to sweat despite the cold, and then the familiar feeling
of endorphins began coursing through his body after the first mile and
a half or so, giving him his usual
It's a good way to start my first day of semi-independence from home and family,
he thought to himself as he kicked the pace up a notch. The
realization that he and Kevin and Carl would have the opportunity to
make their own decisions, independent even of the most benign control
exercised by Catherine and Ian and Mary Carson, made him feel exuberant
about the challenges of school and life in general which lay ahead.
Then his thoughts shifted to what Kevin's likely reaction would be when
they reached Malibu and he saw his Mustang. Alex had told Cam
that the car would be hidden under a tarp in the garage. Cam
wait for the cover to be pulled off. Cam knew how much that car
had meant to his partner. And yet Kevin had given the vehicle up
without a second thought in order to provide Heather Butler money for
her first year in college in exchange for his taking custody of Casey.
That was integrity, and that was love, Cam
thought to himself about Kevin. He smiled when he thought about
Kevin and Casey still sleeping peacefully in bed back at the
Waiting for him.
The two border collies, Alice and Samantha popped into his mind.
Maybe he could persuade Ian and Mary to bring them down to Malibu at some
point and leave them for a few months. By now, where one
dog went, the other had to go. They were a matched set, and
didn't like to be apart. He wished he were running with them now.
The fog was still thick and eddying around him when Cam reached the
highway and circled around on the road to head back. Cam was
feeling so good by then that he quickened his pace to a dead run
instead of his usual, somewhat slower pace. He body responded
well to the demand for extra speed, and legs churning, the gravel
passed ever more quickly under his running shoes. Cam wished he
had clicked a stop watch because he was pretty sure he had shaved some time off his record for four miles.
Despite the good condition he was in, his chest was heaving when he
reached the cabin again and began his cooldown and final stretches so he
wouldn't cramp up. He was breathing normally when he finally
bounded up the steps to the deck, quietly opened the door, and went
inside. All was still silent there. It was chilly
inside, so he threw some kindling and a log on the coals in the
fireplace, replaced the screen, and walked quietly to his and Kevin's
room. Kevin and Casey were sleeping. Stripping off his
running clothes and shoes, Cam climbed back into bed with his partner,
and moved his sweaty body close to the boy. Cam's hands were
cold, though, so he put them between his own legs to warm them before
touching his partner with one hand to Kevin's chest. Kevin's eyes
opened slowly. He smiled and turned his head and looked at Cam.
"Hey," he whispered. "You run?"
"Yep. Your turn. I'll watch Casey."
Kevin's expression softened, and he pulled Cam's body closer to his own
and buried his nose in the hair of the boy's head. "Even your
sweat smells good, dude," Kevin said softly.
Cam smiled. "Thanks, I guess. Let me grab a quick shower,
and you and Carl can get your run in while I cook breakfast. It'll be ready
when you get back."
" 'K. Was it cold down on the beach?"
"I ran down McCallister to the highway and back, not on the beach. It's chilly out, though. Wear a sweatshirt."
Kevin nodded, and stretched his body out to the max in bed, his limbs trembling from tensing his body.
"Last night was great," Cam said softly when his partner relaxed
again. "You always make me feel good, and that's an
understatement," he added. "Thanks."
Kevin rolled over on top of him and looked down into his face.
"It's mutual." Kevin lowered his head and lightly put his lips on
Cam's, leaving them there for a long time. The two boys hardened
neither of them made a move to do anything about it. Kevin
eventually put his feet on the floor and stood, his dick pointing at
the ceiling. Pulling on his boxers, he walked down the hall and
knocked on Carl's door, then opened it.
"You awake, bro?" he asked.
"No, but I'm 'up,'" Carl said.
Kevin smirked at at the sight of the bulge in the blanket. "I
can see that. Sort of. It's so small. Anyway, haul ass,
and let's get our run in before we take off," Kevin said before heading back down
the hall toward the bathroom.
Carl groaned, giving his tormentor the finger. Sitting up, he got
his bearings before heading into the master bath and using the
toilet. When he was finished, he splashed some cold water in his
face and went back into the bedroom to put on his running
clothes. He met Kevin at the front door.
"Cam says it's cold," Kevin said. "You might need a sweat shirt."
Carl turned on his heel, went back to his bedroom, put on a Seaside wrestling sweatshirt, and went back to the front door.
"Where's Cam?" Carl asked.
"He's taking a shower. He already ran so he could watch Casey while we're gone."
"Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting we don't have anybody to help us with Casey anymore."
The two guys did their stretches at the bottom of the stairs, and Kevin led the way to the road and headed toward the highway.
"Hey, you're going the wrong way," Carl said, stopping in his tracks.
"Let's run to the highway and back today," Kevin said. "The fog's starting to lift, but it'll be
really cold down on the beach yet this morning."
Carl nodded, and they took off up the road. The two of them ran
at a moderate pace, unlike Cam, who had run full out that morning.
As they got into stride, Kevin watched Carl out of the corner of his
eye. The hunky little jock had faced so many challenges over the
past months, and yet had never given up. That Carl was out here
running this morning had been a typical response to the personal
adversity he had faced. He had always done what he needed to do
to make things better. Before he had met Cam and Kevin, he had
given into his father's sexual abuse of himself rather than take the
chance that his brother Dan would be molested. He had always been
a good friend to all the boys in the extended family as their relationships had
developed in the MacKenzie household, and Kevin admired him a lot. No, it
was more than admiration by now. Kevin loved this boy like the
brother he was, and would always try to protect him--because it was
Kevin's nature to be a protector. When Carl and Andy Helder had found each other
and become lovers, Kevin had been delighted, and hoped that the
relationship could endure despite the challenge of distance. He
knew that being apart from someone you love wouldn't be easy, and
couldn't imagine being away from Cam for any extended period.
Kevin resolved anew to help Carl cope any way he could in facing any
new challenges in L.A.
When Kevin and Carl got back to the cabin, feeling good, they did their
cool-down routine. As they went up the steps to the deck, Kevin
patted the Carl's butt and put his arm around the boy and gave him a
sideways hug, and the latter looked at his running partner quizzically.
"What's that for?" Carl asked with a little grin.
" 'Cause you're my bro, and I love ya. You've never quit on
yourself or on any of us," Kevin said. "And I admire that. A
"Well, thanks." Those words made Carl feel good,
especially because Kevin was not in the habit of throwing around
gratuitous compliments, and he gave Kevin a big smile.
Cam had already bathed and
and had packed up himself and Kevin except for a change of clothes for
Kevin after he showered. And breakfast was ready. The
three boys ate their bacon and eggs right away, and then Kevin and Carl
showered and dressed. Cam put the dishes in the dishwasher,
started it up, cleaned the kitchen, and was talking to Casey as he
walked the little boy around the great room when Kevin showed up from
showering, hair still damp. Casey was talking to Cam in his own
"Thanks for doing so much this morning," Kevin told Cam as he joined him.
Cam grinned and picked up Casey and kissed him. "This boy is so
smart," he said. "He's almost talking. When he does, he'll
be able to give you your marching orders, and you better carry 'em out,
"I'll be ready," Kevin said, taking the little boy from his partner.
Cam telephoned Mr. Anderson, and told him he could close up the cabin when
it was convenient. Carl came into the great room
with his overnight bag. He and Cam packed up the car while Kevin watched Casey, and they
were ready to go by 8:45. Not bad, Kevin thought, as he got into the driver's seat and started
up the Camaro. They pulled away. Cam looked back at the cabin,
wondering when they would get back to it again.
Cam sat beside Kevin with a big atlas in his lap. He had planned
the next lap of their trip so that Kevin and Carl could see Hearst
Castle down the coast. Alex and Catherine had taken him there a
few years back, and he thought it would break up their trip a little to
stop there. There was no wind, so Cam thought it would be safe to
continue down Rt. 1, right on the craggy coastline even though they
were pulling a trailer. Kevin kept his speed down and used the
transmission to slow them down on downgrades as they
traversed some of California's most beautiful vistas of the Pacific
Ocean. The sun had burned through the fog, and they stopped at
several pulloffs so that traffic could get around them and Cam could
take pictures of the huge rocks rearing up out of the ocean just
offshore. After the first hour, Cam pulled a motel directory
out of the glove compartment and used his cell phone to make
reservations in Cambria, just south of San Simeon where Hearst Castle
located. The three of them had decided they could all share one
About midmorning Kevin suggested that Carl call Andy back in San
Rafael again, and when they stopped at a turnoff and got out of the
did so. It was warm enough outside to change Casey, and Cam used
a picnic table to do that, dumping the dirty diaper in a trash
can. Kevin took the baby in his arms as he and Cam walked around,
with Cam snapping pictures of the huge rocks rearing up out of the surf
before they got ready to leave. Carl and Andy must have had a
good conversation, because Carl
was all smiles when they all headed headed for the car.
"You drive for awhile," Kevin told Carl, and flipped him the keys to
the Camaro. Carl grinned, and slid behind the wheel.
"What did Andy have to say for himself?" Cam inquired from the back seat.
"He's good," Carl said.
"And...?" Cam said.
"We're gonna stay together and tough it out," Carl repeated more or less what he had said the day before.
"We'll help ya," Kevin said. "If we see that you're attracted to
anyone, we'll drive him away so you'll stay true to Andy."
"Thanks," Carl said wryly. "I knew I can count on you two."
Driving down the highway, Kevin located a radio station playing some
Rufus Wainwright. Carl started moving his head in time to the
"Don't change the station," Cam said from the back seat. "Rufus is one of us."
Kevin laughed and took his hand off the radio's selection knob and turned up the music.
They stopped to eat in another hour, and fed Casey. After filling
the gas tank, they took off again and a short time later arrived at
Hearst Castle, parking in one of the lots at some distance from the residence. The three of
them bought tickets for the tour, and caught a shuttle which wound its way up to the
Castle. The place was massive, and Carl and Kevin gaped at it
when they got off the bus.
"I'm just gonna walk around outside here with Casey," Cam told
them. "I've seen everything inside. I'll be quizzing you
two on the contents when you get back."
Kevin smirked. "What if you get bored out here?" he asked.
"I'll call you on my cell, and I'll be rejuvenated the minute I hear your voice," Cam said.
"That's a given," Kevin told him, and bending his head down, he kissed Casey.
"Laters," Carl said, and he and Kevin took off to join a group.
Showing his ticket to a guard, Cam asked if he could take Casey up to
the massive outdoor pool off one wing of the mansion rather than go
the house, and looking at the baby, the man said he could. Cam
had put Casey in a sling around his neck, and they went up the path toward the so-called Neptune pool,
which along with a huge indoor swimming pool, had accommodated the
elite guests back in the day. Classical Greco-Roman statuary on pillars
the outdoor tile and marble pool. Avoiding several groups of
tourists, Cam strolled
around the circumference of the pool with his little charge, who stayed
awake and appeared to
be interested in everything.
Eventually, Cam sat down on a bench in the sun with Casey still in the
sling around his neck, and Casey went to sleep. Cam himself
dozed off for a few minutes before waking up and walking around on a
patio at the front entrance to the house. At that point,
Casey started fussing and Cam noticed that the baby's diaper was
damp. Sitting down on another bench near the entrance, he pulled
his cell phone off his belt and sent Kevin a text message:
"back to car to change diaper. meet me there. C"
Cam caught a shuttle bus back to the parking lot. He unlocked the
Camaro and climbed into the back seat with Casey. Opening the
diaper bag, Cam pulled out a fresh diaper, cleaned the child up with baby wipes, and put the clean diaper on the boy.
He put the dirty diaper and the used wipes in a plastic bag and sealed it up.
"There, my little chicklet! How's that?" Cam held the child
vertically, the baby's face right in front of his face, touching his nose with his own. "You're
way cuter than you're supposed to be, buddy!" he crooned to Casey.
"If you get any cuter, I don't know what we're gonna do with ya. No, I don't. What do you have to say for yourself?" The baby stared back to
Cam without a sound. "Nothing to say, huh? I hope you follow that
policy when you get to be a teenager. Don't get a smart mouth like Daddy Kevin!"
Putting Casey back in the sling around his neck, Cam got out of the hot car and sat on
a fender in the breeze off the ocean, waiting for Kevin and Carl.
It wasn't long before a shuttle pulled up, and the two boys
disembarked, separated themselves from the crowd, and started walking
toward the car.
Cam watched the two guys. Anybody who had
studied boys the way he had since puberty would have known immediately
that they were jocks, moving along confidently, smiling and talking to
each other. Handsome as hell, and walking like they owned the
earth. What no one would have
guessed was that they were gay. Cam's eyes focused on the flies
of those 501's they were wearing. Packed. Their jeans
weren't skin tight, but it was clear these guys were hung. Cam
focused on Kevin's crotch, and felt a tingle between his own legs as he
thought about his partner's equipment. Then he slid off the
fender of the Camaro and stared at the ground as he waited for them,
knowing that Kevin, at least, would give him some shit if he caught his
partner staring at his package.
"When you texted you went to the car to 'change diaper,' I didn't know
whether you meant Casey's or yours," Kevin said as he walked up.
"You're a funny man," Cam said. "Where do you get all your crap?"
"From you. You inspire me," Kevin retorted. "Give me the baby. He's probably had enough of you."
"No, we've bonded," Cam said, handing over Casey in his sling. "You're only a distant second in his life now."
Kevin held the boy in his arms. "We know that's not true, don't we Casey. Why does your Daddy Cam lie like that?"
"Quit tormenting the kid," Carl said. "Let's book. I wanna swim before supper."
"Jeez, you're bold!" Cam told Carl as they opened up the car.
"I'll fucking drown you in the pool when we get to the motel!"
"You'd hafta catch me first, lardass."
Cam claimed driving privileges, and Kevin sat beside him, with Carl in the back with Casey.
"I want you to make some coin and buy me a place like this," Kevin told Cam, looking up at the mansion as they pulled away.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Cam said. "I could buy you something like
this, but you and Carl would have to live in the basement.
Neither of you is fit to be seen in public."
"That's kinda mean, doncha think?" Carl said.
"Word!" Kevin agreed.
"You both need to clean up your act, that's all I can say," Cam said. "Or need to say."
They continued to bicker as they continued driving on down to Cambria,
where they quickly located their motel and checked in. One room,
two queen beds. Cam
drove around to the side door nearest their room, and they grabbed
their overnight bags and Casey's crib and went in. Following
Carl's lead, the three boys stripped,
put on swimming trunks, and headed toward the pool with the
baby. The water felt great as they took turns swimming and
holding the child. No one else was there, and Kevin and Cam held
each other at the deep end, treading water, and kissed tenderly and
Invigorated by their swim, they eventually toweled off and went back to their room. After
showering, they dressed and walked to a restaurant next door to the motel and
ate. Cam had shrimp, Kevin swordfish, and Carl a huge taco
salad. They all had pecan pie a la mode for dessert. Once
back at the room, Kevin pulled out a jar of strained carrots, a first
for Casey, and began to feed the little boy. After a little
uncertainty at first, Casey chowed down with no problem. Kevin
then gave the baby a bath, and put him down in his crib. Casey
crashed almost immediately.
Cam pulled out his cell phone and checked in with Catherine. Ian
and Mary and all the boys were still in San Rafael, she said, so Ian
was driving into San Francisco every day. Catherine said he had
finally caught up with his work a little bit after being away from his
desk for so long and so often. After Cam hung up, the boys watched
some television until bedtime. The three guys stripped down to
their boxers, cleaned their teeth, and
hit the bed, Carl in one and Cam and Kevin in the other. They
watched a CSI they hadn't seen before, then the news, a little of Leno, and
then it was lights out.
Kevin woke up in the middle of the night, thinking he heard Casey
whimpering. But it was Carl who was thrashing around in his
sleep, crying. Kevin turned on the bedside lamp, got up, and went
over to Carl's bed, waking him gently.
"Oh, shit!" Carl said, looking dazed, squinting into the light.
"You all right?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah. I had a flashback of...you know, my dad. I don't have them very often anymore, but..."
"Come on over and get in bed with us, dude," Kevin said.
"I'll be all right," Carl said, putting his head back on the pillow.
"Go on over," Kevin said quietly but firmly, gesturing with his head toward his and Cam's bed.
Carl looked at him for a long moment, and then threw back his covers
and taking his pillow, went over to where Cam was still sleeping and
climbed in. "Thanks, man," he told Kevin.
Kevin quickly checked on Casey, who was all right. Then he
climbed back into bed after Carl, and covered the three of them up.
Reaching over, he snapped off the light.
I love these guys, Carl thought to himself as the warmth from each side of him soaked into his body. They really are my brothers.
Kevin and Carl soon joined Cam in restful sleep.
© 2009 Don Hanratty
It's been awhile, due to a variety of factors, since I posted. I
intend to continue this story, but probably not at a "chapter a month"
pace. Thanks for your patience and continuing interest in Belovèd.
My thanks to Dan for proofreading this chapter.