Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2008 16:38:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larry Clayton <larry.clayton11@gmail.com>
Subject: Mikey and Billy, chapter 8...

All the regular warnings and instructions as to who should and should not
read this are in full force. I do not condone sexual activity between
adults and under-aged persons or any certain choices for the benefit of the
adult's own pleasure. I do advocate for youth to be who they choose to be
without being persecuted for their own decision. I do not say whether their
decision is right or wrong for everyone ... but for themselves ... that is
their personal business!

By the way ... in this chapter, things get hot again between the boys! Been
a while, I know ... but a freer atmosphere finally does return, on a great
little camp-out! Read on ... McDuff!  *S*

We left off:

All we can know is that the boys had a very enjoyable pre-slumber party
... and that the bed would hold up to anything Timmy might ever want to
try.  Saturday came, and the Dr. did release Timmy to Frank's care ... and
of course, Billy, Mikey and Freddie were all on hand to make sure Timmy got
settled into his new abode. But all was not peaches and cream, sorry to say
... because in less than two hours, Frank received a call from Mr. Woodland
... Tim's Dad, who just so happened to come back in town and found his
message phone filled with calls from CPS. He wasn't a happy camper!

Mikey and Billy Cum of Age
Chapter Eight

      "Hello ... Is this Frank Jacobs? CPS informed me that you have my
kid!"

      "Yes, Sir, This is indeed Frank Jacobs, and I am the Principal at the
local High School where your son attends. I do have your son with me at the
moment because he had to be released from the hospital, and no one was able
to contact you directly. I am glad you called, so things can be arranged
for Timmy's well-being."

      "Hell, the kid's able to care for himself! He's old enough now, and
I'm on the road a lot with my work. I sure as hell don't know why the CPS
even got called. The kid's got a home, food, and everything he needs to get
by. He ain't never complained about things being as they are. In fact, the
little fucker likes it better when I ain't home! So why all the fuss?"

      "Excuse me, Mr. Woodland, but it seems a bit strange to me that you
refer to him as `kid' and `fucker', but you don't call him your son! So
maybe that's part of the reason CPS is making a fuss! That, and the fact
that you aren't home much to actually supervise a minor under your care
... especially at the time he comes home from a hospital stay, of which you
were still unaware. As a school official, I can surely see a need for
concern under these circumstances. I suppose you might at least be pleased
that someone even cared enough for him to stand in for you until you
returned from whatever you do out of town."

      "WHATEVER! Listen ... Mr. Jacobs, since you know absolutely nothing
about my business, I suggest you drop any judgment of my circumstances if
you don't want to show up at work with a swollen and broken nose! And about
the kid ... you seem to be willing to baby the little snot, so go ahead and
do it! To be honest, I don't give a shit if I ever see the stupid fucker
again! It ain't my fault that he turned into a fag boy! The day I caught
him in bed with his best buddy, he was no longer my son! I washed my hands
of him that very day ... he's lucky I didn't toss him out of the house
altogether! Let him have his own way...just so I don't have to see it goin'
on! It's enough I send money and keep the house available. I ain't the Dad
of no cock-suckin' queer!"

      "Well then, Sir ... I suppose you won't mind if I see to it that CPS
comes to you, and gets your signature that releases Timothy from your
guardianship?"

      "Hell ... I'll go to them and sign whatever! I'd be glad to get rid
of the creep!"

      "Consider it done, then! I'll report your wishes to CPS in the
morning. Thank you for calling, and being so brutally truthful. At least we
both know very well just where things need to go from here. Have a good
night, Sir! I will make sure that Timothy is cared for properly."

************* CLICK *************

Frank was so livid following the conversation that he went for a walk in
the small forest behind his house to cool off before even telling Timmy
that his father had called to check on him. And when Frank did chat with
Timmy, he surely didn't tell everything he knew. All he mentioned was that
Mr. W. knew where Timmy was, and would keep in touch with CPS until things
settled properly. As far as Mr. J. was concerned, the less `heavy' stuff
Timmy had to deal with right now, the better! His recovery was first and
foremost! And ... with Billy, Freddie and Mikey all tending to Timmy's
well-being for the moment, there was no need to blast things out of the
water.

A few days passed, and Mr. J. had already contacted CPS from his school
office to inform them about Mr. W's expressed desires regarding
Timmy. During the same time frame, the coach and the drama teacher set up
the first meeting of the club for the next scheduled campus club day, this
coming Friday afternoon, period six till close of the school day. (All
clubs and student groups were given a two-period block on the second and
fourth Friday afternoons each month for official meeting times; better to
schedule block times rather than trying to get things done during lunch
periods.) Of course, Coach Howard had his wrestling team members attend the
club meeting, making sure that the general population of the student body
knew they would be there, in hope that others might become interested in
the club's agenda because of the athlete's `support' ... if seen as such.

Remember who these guys were? Here's the list again...
      . Joseph Martin – Student Body President, Senior;
      . Rusty Anderson – Home Coming King Candidate, Senior;
      . Kevin Thompson – Wrestling Squad Captain, Senior;
      . Steve Lowell – Debate Team Trophy Winner, 2 yrs running, Junior;
      . Willis Kent – Junior Class Sergeant at Arms for Student Council;
And of course, Coach Howard made sure that these student leaders never
mentioned a word about this being a consequence for their cruelty to Tim!

Coach Howard began the meeting with a well thought-out introduction of the
GLSEN's purposes and positions ... all in proper alignment with the
start-up materials, and in the proper frame of reference of the club NOT
being an organization that puts homosexuals on a pedestal, but gives all
students a chance to understand differences of any kind, and learn how to
allow tolerance for people's choices ... no matter what those choices
were. Miss Kay then explained the outline of starting the club properly and
the directions that would be followed to accomplish expressed
goals. Several of the students showed great interest in becoming more
involved in open discussion about issues that really concerned campus life
... all of which were addressable within such a forum as the GLSEN.

There seemed to be a good balance between those who stood on the gay side
of the question, the straight side, and even in the "I'm not sure"
position. Some were there just for understanding that the problem even
existed, and could be a non-threatening or non-explosive part of campus
life. Coach Howard's desire for his wrestlers was that they not be looked
at as evil-doers or as defenders of `straight' righteousness ... but simply
as student leadership looking toward a better atmosphere to exist on "our"
campus. The way the meeting was handled; this purpose seemed to begin to
grow significantly. Only the five young men knew in their own hearts what
their previous underlying motives now required of them.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs was called again by CPS. Mr. Woodland had gone to the
CPS office and signed away his parental rights. Now Timmy was a full ward
of the State, and assigned to the Foster Care program. So, the question CPS
had for Frank was simple ... a yes or no decision as to whether he desired
to become Tim's actual Foster Parent on a more permanent basis. If yes,
then there'd be more paperwork to complete ... and if no, then a new
placement would occur in a few days. Frank decided he would leave the
decision up to Tim because after all, it was important that Tim be
satisfied with whatever arrangement that would make it better for him to
achieve his education as well as have peace of mind about his living
situation.

At least by now, Timmy had a few more days of recovery under his belt, and
a very positive group of supportive friends ... as well as the newly formed
club to help keep future `accidents' from happening ... so Frank figured it
was time to fill in the blanks that Timmy still didn't know about his
father's attitude, especially since it was the week-end, and whatever
emotional eruptions that might occur in Tim's young mind would have a few
days to be dealt with ... alone, if necessary ...

      "Hey, Mr. J., the meeting was terrific! I was surprised that I could
sit in the same room with the guys that beat me up, and still feel safe
enough to discuss things. I'm so glad you decided to help get the club
going. You're a pretty cool guy for a Principal!"

      "I appreciate that, Tim ... I'm glad you have something to help you
put things in perspective and some real friends who can give you the
support you need. Like I said earlier, if my own son would have had the
same opportunity ... but that's not the importance of the moment. Tim
... please sit down a minute. We need to talk."

      "Uh...did I do somethin' wrong?"

      "Course not! Absolutely not! What we need to talk about is something
someone else did that affects you quite a bit. I heard from CPS today, and
they heard from your Dad."

      "Damn it! Just when things were going better! Why the hell did he
have to show up and ...?"

      "Easy, Tim ... let me tell you the entire story before you get tied
up in a knot. The only way I can put this is straight out and not easy
... but here it is! Your father came to CPS today, and signed away his
parental rights. As of now, you are in the care of the State. I wish there
was an easier way..."

      "So fuck the bastard! In a way I'm glad! Ever since that day he found
me and Marshall ... uh ... he ain't wanted me, anyway! I knew it then, and
I still know it. Well, I don't want him either! He can go screw any ol'
whore he wants ... hope he gets a disease out of it! DAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNNN!"

      "Uh, Tim ... I do understand how you feel, at least I can empathize
with you. But ... you have to make a decision, so that CPS knows how to
proceed from this point."

      "What decision? Aren't I your Foster Kid? Don't I get to stay here
with you? You're not telling me I have to move, are you?"

      "Oh God, NO, Tim!  If it were my choice, you would have a permanent
home right here. But it's not my decision. It's yours ... and of course,
CPS has to agree to it as well. I have no right to tell you where you have
to live. All I can do is let you know that you have this option if you
choose to accept it. You have to know that no place you live with someone
else will ever be perfect. I can promise you love and understanding from a
person who really cares about you ... beyond that ... I'm as human as any
one else!"

      (Grabbing Frank around the neck and kissing him while almost
strangling him at the same time...) "That's a no-brainer! I'm home! Oh
yeah, I'm home!"  The two held each other for several minutes, wiping each
other's tears away, and giggling at the same time. Frank realized that his
loss of a son was being healed by the grace of the Lord in the allowing of
Tim to become a permanent placement ... and Tim's need for an understanding
and caring father was being addressed by the same blessing from
above. Neither had a single doubt that CPS would keep it from happening
... or at least if a problem arose that physically separated them, the bond
they felt at this moment would hold them together no matter the distance
between living quarters.

Frank cautioned Tim not to tell the world until CPS verified the placement
because no one knew just how the decision would go yet. Tim, of course,
wanted to let Billy, Mikey and Freddie all know, but decided to follow
Frank's suggestion as a wise one.  But there was no reason why the two of
them couldn't go out for a small celebratory late evening snack together
... sharing a huge triple chocolate Sunday with double cherries on top at
the local Baskin-Robbins before turning in for the night.

Tim did ask Frank if Billy could come over to spend the night as part of
the mini-celebration as long as the more-less permanent living arrangement
wasn't shared yet. Mr. J. said that maybe Saturday night would be better
because all of the guys could spend the afternoon together at the beach
first, and maybe a picnic could be part of the day before Billy would join
Timmy at the house ... or in the back yard for a tenting camp out ...

      "Gee, Mr.J., if we're gonna all four spend the day together, why
can't all four of us have a tent thing? We'd be outside, and it sure
wouldn't bother you if we were out there!"

      "I guess you're right, Tim. Besides, I'd never get bothered by you
guys. I'm so used to having young people around that four would be a piece
of cake. Why not! I have two tents, so we could set them both up, and you
guys could pair up any way you wanted to. I just wish I had a bigger single
tent, and then you all could share it together."

      "Naw ... two tents is cool! Real cool! Tim and me in one, and Mike
and Fred in the other; That'd be a real blast! Gee, thanks, Mr.J. ... and I
promise not to spill the beans! I'll call the guys when we get back to the
house, so they can plan for a great day ... and night!"

      "Just one thing you need to remember, Tim ... you still have a `do
not do yet' list. Having a full day like this could tempt you into trying
too much too soon."

      "C'mon ... the guys all know what my limits are and they'll help me
to stay on task. None of them want me to have a relapse! They care too much
about me!"

      "I understand that ... but I also know boys! Sometimes fun has a way
of weakening memory. But I guess I better start trusting my little man to
do as he's told for the good of his own health. So, go ahead and get it all
set up by phone. I'll go buy the food while you do the calling around."

      (Hugging Mr. J's neck ...) "I can hardly believe you're gonna be my
new dad! I'm so happy ... maybe for the first time in my life! It feels
funny to still call you Mr. J.!"

      "Well, if CPS moves on this fast, we can let that change too. But for
safety sake, not quite yet! And for sure, on campus I will have to remain
Mr. Jacobs to all the students ... even if this foursome seems more like a
little family ... right?"

      "Yeah, Pop!"  "C'mon, Sonny Boy ... that slipped out too easily!"
(Wink*)

Timmy slept the most sound night of his life, after he day-dreamed about
the next day's activities a bit. Of course, when he dwelt on the part of
sharing a tent with Billy, he had another issue at hand to deal with
... and following a short clean-up session using his already
worn-for-the-day boxers instead of a few soggy Kleenex ... became so
relaxed that sleep overcame him before his head hit the pillow the second
time. (After all, he had already found out at the hospital that this
activity didn't hurt his recovery any!)

Tim didn't awaken until after 9:00 AM, and when he jumped out of bed to
check on Mr. J., he found Frank already outside setting up the two
tents. Tim helped Frank to finish the job, since he had already explained
to Tim that less time would be needed after dinner to get the over-nighter
going if the tents were all ready to go.

The boys arrived at Mr.J's place by 11:00 AM, and the car was loaded with
picnic stuff, beach gear, and four swim suit clad High School boys filled
with anticipation of a great day near and in the water. Oh yes, I should
tell you that this time of the year had a lot more sunny weather than even
the summer did on the Peninsula. We used to call it Indian Summer, but
until October, the biggest problem with school was keeping the kids from
skipping classes to hit the beaches. I suppose that's why Mr. J. suggested
this outing ... to lessen the chances of the boys being drawn away from
campus. He's "smarter than the average bear"!

Part of the day was spent swimming in the surf, and even out to the boat
buoys beyond the small pier that graced the main beach of Lover's Point
... from which the swan-head glass bottom boats launch all summer long to
view the sea life of the kelp beds and shallow bay waters. Since sun
bathing was not really a guy thing, time out of the water was spent
searching tide pools and small caves for whatever treasure four boys might
find of interest ... especially while out of site of other beach goers.

During one of the swims beyond the pier, Mike and Fred found themselves the
object of attention by a few on-lookers standing on the pier. The boys
didn't notice the approaching possibility of danger that the folk on the
dock saw ... at least until some shouts and screams came from the beach
area. The words ... "sharks" suddenly pierced the guys' ears! Then
... "swim for it" was also heard. But Fred was an experienced ocean
swimmer, and knew a lot about the mannerisms of the local water life ...

      "Uh ... Mike?  You got any open cuts or sores ... anything bloody?"

      "Nope ... nothing like that!"

      "Then trust me, Pal! These are blue-grays, and they aren't
dangerous. If you and I just tread water slowly, and there's no blood
... they'll swim right past us and leave is alone as if we're another
fish. If we panic and swim for shore, they'll think we're attacking them,
and go for us to protect themselves. You gotta believe me, Man!"

      "Are we in trouble if I pee? `Cause, that shark just swam around me a
full circle! Fuck, Guy! I'm scared! I trust you...but I sure don't trust
that thing!"

Both boys were circled around one more time, and then the sharks simply
swam back out to sea as if the guys weren't even in the water. Fred was
right all along, but Mike had to take a moment to regain composure before
they headed back to shore. The folk on the dock and beach were
flabbergasted that the guys made it safely. (If you think this is a bit far
fetched ... the details come straight from my own personal experience as a
high school kid swimming in the same waters.)

When they got back to the beach, Tim and Billy, along with Mr. J., met
them, and wrapped them in towels and hugs. It was decided that it was time
to head home for the rest of the day, as the excitement of the last few
minutes was sufficient to last quite a while. Mike was still a little shook
up, but he sure did thank Fred for saving their butts out there. It was
very evident that a stronger bond had now been formed between these two
than ever before.

Back at the house, Mr. J. sent the foursome to the steam sauna to warm up
and relax from all the tension of the shark thing while he got the BBQ
grill ready for cooking the steaks and corn on the cob he planned for
dinner. He thoroughly enjoyed the day with the boys, and relished the
evening ahead as well, because it reminded him of the days his own son had
friends over a few years earlier. He saw a smidgen of his son's image in
each of the four guys ... none of which `became' Jr. for him, but all
together seemed to bring out a satisfaction to Frank's inner spirit. He
felt a bit younger, and certainly more fulfilled because of their presence
in his home. He could hardly wait until CPS made up its mind about Timmy!

As soon as the meal was ready, Frank walked over to the steam sauna and
opened the door to tell the guys to come and get it. He caught them by
surprise, however, and received a small one of his own! They were all naked
and rock hard, giving each other massages and other special attention
... and froze like statues when they saw the door open ...

      "Uh...guys, maybe I should have knocked, but ... dinner's ready!
However, just so you know, I've seen all this before, so you can relax! I
know boys will be boys! As I said before, I had my own son who had friends
over. Maybe it's best now that you put your shorts and tee's on and come
and eat."

      (Timmy) Oh shit! We sure got busted! I hope this doesn't blow my
chances!"

      (Others) "Chances? What chances?"

      "God, guys ... I wanna stay here so bad! But if he's pissed about
what he just saw, I might not be able to!"

      (Billy) "Geesh, Timmy Babe, think about it ... had his own son
... willing to back our new campus club because of his son's experiences in
school ... said he's seen it all before ... DAMN! He's cool! You're worried
over nuthin'!"

      "Shit, I hope you're right, Billy. I guess we'll find out after
dinner, huh! If he still lets the camp-out happen, I guess all's well. But
I still wonder if his school job responsibilities will conflict with his
acceptance of who I am ... or who we all are."

      (Freddy) "Dang, guy! Mr. J. ain't no shark in the water. If he ain't
attacked already, just tread water and watch the worry disappear! Trust the
dude! He ain't gonna bite your ass!"

      (Mikey) "But I might! You sure got a cute ass! (Giggle*)"

      "Shut the fuck up and let's get dressed for supper!"

The food was great, and the conversation around the table was relaxed and
positive. Frank was as amiable as ever, and the topic of the steam room
never came up. After the meal was over, Frank offered to show a movie that
was one of his son's favorites. It showed a lot about the acceptance and
the rejection of three different people of different ages who all had in
common being gay. It was called "Common Ground", and the main youth star
was Jonathan Taylor Thomas, who was a High School member of the swim team
who got bashed, but that found a friend in a teacher who helped him through
recovery and on into adulthood. Frank made a point of telling the boys that
he planned to use this film at a future club meeting, and wanted their
input as to whether it was a good idea.

The guys watched intently. Tim seemed a bit uneasy when he watched JTT get
beat up ... a little too close to current reality ... but when he saw the
recovery of both JTT's body and mind as he accepted his friend's help, Tim
began to see more hope than fear, especially if the club worked the way it
should to turn the campus attitudes around. It was like a positive shot in
the arm for Tim, and so his vote was to show the film to the club.

Fred, on the other hand, asked a rather pointed question to Mr. J. ...

      "UH ... Sir? Is this film just about a school kid in general, or
... uh ... is it your son's story as well?"

      "To be honest, Fred ... the part of the story that is so real to me
is the bashing part! My son's experience was even more graphic than what
JTT got done to him. The reason that my boy loved this film is that JTT got
help. Unfortunately, my son did not! As his dad, I tried to do what I could
... accepting his choice and supporting it because it was his own decision
... but he wasn't as fortunate in that no one else gave him the support he
needed to finish school and hold his head up. I had to home school him to
get him to even finish and graduate. Then, he felt he had to `get out'a
town' to protect himself, and me as well. I tried to tell him I wasn't
afraid of my future at the school, but he just couldn't come to grips with
taking that chance. Now you really know why I wanted this club to get off
the ground...and why I ..."

      "Why you want to help Tim so badly?"

      "Yes ... Tim, and actually, all of you; and it's even why I want to
have justice done regarding Joey's death! It's a driving force in my life
to do what I can to make things right in this whole community ... just like
the guy who helped JTT to make it. You guys brought me the tool to
accomplish it, and now I can get it done ... no ... WE can get it done
... for all the sons and daughters that will still come through this town!
May I remind you too, that we lost probably the best teacher we ever had
because he felt as threatened as our students today do. That was a total
waste!"

      "Uh ... you mean Mr. Freeburg, don't you, Sir!"

      "Absolutely I mean him. His heart for the students far exceeded his
abilities in both drama and music, and in those fields, he was the best in
the state. We lost a gold mine when he moved to Toronto. I don't ever want
to see us have another loss like that as long as I'm in charge of this
place!"

With all that said, it was time for everyone to hit the hay. Mr. J. knew
the boys were wondering if they had to go home, or if they could still have
the tenting night out doors. So he simply made the comment that while they
enjoyed all the fresh air outside, he would leave the door open for easy
access to the restroom and the fridge. That clued the guys in that things
weren't hurt by his catching them in the sauna, and out they scooted
... wishing him a good night and thanking him for his being so cool and
understanding.

As previously noted, the boys paired off just as originally planned
... Billy and Timmy took one tent, and Mikey and Freddie took the
other. And we can be assured that they didn't split up simply by age
grouping! It is a certainty that each couple had its own agenda that
probably would not allow for too much sleep time.

Billy was very aware that Timmy still needed to be treated with care
because of his injuries. Tim was recovering decently, but still, nothing
physically traumatic could be done if he was to make it through the four
weeks more of `Dr. Instructions'. True ... sexual activity was never listed
on the "no-no" list ... but just to be safe, chances of overdoing could
strain and damage progress. So between these two tonight, a lot of loving
and caressing would be the norm. Now, if Timmy wanted to do some topping,
and if Billy could keep him from going too heavily at it ... that would be
fine. But if any sign of set-back became noticeable, Bill would cut it
short to protect his lover.

Now, as for Mike and Fred, that's a different story. After all, this is the
first night that these two had the chance to be as free with each other as
they desired. It didn't even matter to them if the tent next door heard
resulting noises in the night ... the pent-up desires carrying clear back
to scouting days were going to be fulfilled in any and all ways possible as
a seal on what the future could mean for them both.

Just as a reminder of how well these two matched up ...

     Mike – still in 9th grade, but a year later than most, due to birth
date allowances;
                  Age 15; 5'11", 220 pounds; and a healthy 7 inches of pure
thick maleness;
     Fred - also still in 9th grade, but because of a flunked year in
Jr. High;
                  Age 15; 5'8", 170 pounds; but sporting a full 7.5 inches
of his own;
                                          (Longer than, but not as thick as
Mike's tool;)

Both were very toned and quite muscularly structured, though neither was
headed for a Mr. America competition. Though Mike had admitted to being gay
much earlier, and Fred had just become `outed' recently, the realization of
earlier attractions to each other brought them closer together that thought
possible. The first half hour in the tent became a time of pure
investigation of one another's body from head to toe by finger and
tongue. Besides, it was discussed that maybe the hotter things might well
wait until the other guys `fell asleep'. (As if that was gonna happen
soon...yeah, right!)

The sensuality of the inspection rites made both boys cum without even
touching each other's excited cocks. Fortunately, that didn't hamper a
thing, since both could recover almost instantly ... allowing the next part
of the fun to last longer and build further. What was the next thing on the
agenda?

No surprise ... a very stimulating 69 session; Mike lay along side Fred,
facing him and teasing his mushroom with the same tongue technique that had
just finished working his nips and pits enough to cause the first orgasm of
the night. Fred responded in like fashion, but instead of working the head
of Mike's dick, traveled its full length and also teased his balls and the
area behind the ball sack in such a desirous fashion that Mike couldn't
help but let out a very audible set of moans and squeals ... which in turn
drove Fred's cock-head crazy with new vibrations.


Now if I was sitting outside both tents at this moment, I would have known
quite well that the other couple was not yet asleep ... because of the
muffled giggles coming from their own tent as they listened in on the
sounds, and contemplated the possible visuals of the causes involved. I
could bet that part of Bill and Tim's unfulfilled but desired activity was
being vicariously met by a discussion of what they heard from next door
... with the promise to one another that as soon as the all-clear on Tim's
danger was announced, similar activities would be the order of the day
between these two as well. But for now, as Tim's 4-incher had to be
satisfied by just barely reaching the back surface of Bill's mouth, and
Bill's 5.5" found its way into Tim's throat ... not at the same time, but
at least twice for each, as hot boy juices flowed back and forth in copious
generosity, to coat the innards of the other's waiting gullet.

The other part of the good matching of our 15-year-olds is the fact that
Mikey was more of a `top' than Fred. Oh yes, they would both eventually
prove to be versatile, but the real truth of the matter was that tonight,
Fred wanted to be quite submissive to Mike in order to prove his long time
desire from those scout years previous. And Mike was more than willing to
accept Fred's offering of himself in such a manner ... as proven correct
after the second set of orgasmic splendor flooding craving stomachs with
fresh protein ended.

Following a few minutes of tender touching and kissing, Mike moved Fred
onto his stomach, and with no warning began to stimulate Fred's rosebud
with his tongue. Fred had never experienced a rimming before, and the new
feelings he received drove him batty ... and pushed a few new animalistic
sounds from his throat as well.

Mike knew right away that Fred was his for the taking ... but Mike also
knew he wanted to remain loving, and make things last as long as possible
so that Fred would be as satisfied with the results as was Mike. Therefore,
the process of waking the inner nerves and opening the outer orifice would
take a great deal of time to prepare sufficiently so as to keep Fred from
feeling pain, and to beg for the filling of his most private chamber of
true love. Mike wanted no part of raping a new victim. He wanted this to be
a beautiful experience for them both ... and it was just that!

By the time Fred's backside was opened sufficiently, his excitement had
turned to pure greed ... pure desire, way beyond lust, and to the point of
his being very voicestrous about wanting all of Mike's seven inches of
thick hot meat to be plunged deep inside, no matter if it hurt or not. Mike
still remained gentle as he slowly inserted the mushroom head into the
stretched ring, and waited until the moment was right to continue a forward
path to total bliss. (The guys next door had no problem imagining the
current visuals at this point. Fred's words painted a pretty clear picture
of a blow-by-blow description.)

Very slowly and gracefully Mike kept his entry moving forward, and at the
moment that his tip stoked across Fred's prostate, Fred could not hold back
another moment ... he blasted off another load of hot cum into the sleeping
bag beneath him, and his anal tract closed tighter on Mike's advancing cock
with each spasm the orgasmic release caused to his entire body. Fred was in
heaven again, and this newly discovered thrill wasn't even half over yet.
Mike managed to keep himself from exploding this time, but had to stop
forward progress long enough to avoid it.

As soon as Fred stopped his shaking and panting for air, almost passing out
from the tremendously strong tosses of his body, Mike continued his entry
until finally, his balls rested against Fred's glutes, and the feel of his
pubic bush added yet another sensation to Fred's experiences.  But Mike
wanted something to change from this point on in their coupling.

Mike withdrew his cock from the warm and begging sheath, telling Fred to
turn over on his back. Fred balked at the new emptiness he felt, but
complied with the request of his lover, as if he was in a trance under
Mike's control. Mike lifted Fred's legs to his chest, and entered again
... this time making sure to brush Fred's prostate a few times back and
forth before reaching full entry again. At the moment he reached that
point, he leaned forward to give Fred a wonderful kiss to add to his proof
of it being love instead of simple lust. It was this deep sharing of tongue
and saliva that triggered Mike's expulsion of built-up potency deep into
Fred's waiting body.

The sounds and the emotional responses of this culmination of love-making
were so intense that the listening pair in the other tent shot off a load
of their own just from being within ear-shot of the event. Bill and Tim
spent a few more minutes cleaning up their spent fluids from the other's
body before falling into a satisfied sleep from emotional exhaustion if not
from only sexual satisfaction of their own. Mike fell asleep still lying on
top of Fred, but Fred stayed awake for a while longer stroking Mike's back
and lightly kissing his neck before gently rolling Mike to the side and
covering him with the sleeping bag once again. Fred did whisper one thing
as he covered Mike's sleeping body ...

      "Tonight, my Love ... I gave myself totally to you without any
reservation, but wait till next time, my sweet one ... I will make your
night just as enjoyable, because I learned a lot from all you shared with
me. Sleep well. Next time you may not get a wink of rest!"

I guess it was fortunate that finally all four young men had drifted off
into deep sleep, because none of them noticed that the light in an upper
window was turned off just moments after all was quiet outside.

********* End of Chapter Eight *********