Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 20:23:02 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 11

OK, make it two more segments after this one. And one of those should be
fairly short. I promise.


SEA CHANGE, Pt 11


Kirk, my roommate, and I bartered that first time. He agreed to give me a
hand job if I would suck him off. We met naked on the floor.

After he lay down, I laid down in a sixty-nine position. "You do your job,"
I joked, "I'll do mine."

I took his cock into my hand. It was nice; average in size, but beautifully
flawless. The skin was uniformly pale pink and smooth; the head
moist. There was a slight upward curve to the length. Kirk sighed when I
touched him. Then I waited for Kirk to take my cock.

He did. He touched it with a forefinger first, then wrapped his hand gently
around the shaft.

He was so tentative; I had to ask, "Haven't you ever done this with another
guy?"

"Not since I was a kid. My best buddy and I messed around a couple of
times, you know, jacking off each other."

"Well just relax, Kirk. Treat my cock like you do your own. Do to mine what
feels good on yours."

He began to stroke the length of it. "Do you use anything?" he asked, "like
lotion?"

"Sometimes," I said, stroking him.

"Damn, Sean. You've got a big one." He moved it around, examining
it. "You've got to be kidding about ever putting this up somebody's butt."

I licked his cock and he moved his hips forward. "No, I'm not," I said,
"Guys like it. Anytime you stick something up your butt to feel good, you
need to lube real good and take your time, there's just a little discomfort
at the beginning, but then it feels real good."

"Hmm," Kirk said skeptically as he moved my cock around in a large
circle. "And guys actually suck this thing?"

"I'm told I taste good," I answered.

Kirk had a trim body with a gently curving butt. He had curly blond leg
hair that ran up to mid-thigh. His belly was flat and hard. A thin line of
hair ran up from his pubes toward his naval. He hand nice pecs that met at
a tight crease in the middle of his chest. As I stroked him, Kirk began to
stroke me harder. And his hips began to move into my hand.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Uh huh," he answered.

"Here, rest your head on my leg," I said, shoving my lower leg
forward. "Let me have yours." He laid his head on my leg and shoved his own
leg forward.

"How about you; do you normally use anything?" I asked.

"Yeah. Lotion sometimes." He moved his head forward a little. "Your crotch
smells different than mine does."

"Too strong?"

"No. It's not bad." He took a sniff. "Is that because you showered
earlier?"

"Probably. You should smell me after a cross country run."

"I like sports sweat," Kirk countered. "It's only when you wear stuff more
than once that it really smells bad."

"You should smell bike shorts on a tour," I said, and then I licked around
the crown of his cock. He sighed and pumped his hips.

As I began to take him farther and farther into my throat, I caressed his
balls and rubbed his perineum. Kirk liked it. After a few minutes, he began
to do the same to me. He was getting hotter, thrusting into my mouth. My
fingers worked into his crack and tenderly rubbed at his hole. He lifted
his top leg to give me better access.

However, he did not move his hand into my crack.

I wet my middle finger on his cock so that he would not notice and placed
it at his butt hole. Then I swallowed him, nose into balls, and pushed the
tip of my finger into his butt. He gasped, but I moved quickly, sliding my
finger in and curving immediately for his prostate. His sphincter clamped
down, but not before the tip of my finger had found its target. "Oh
shhhhhit! Oh shhhhhit!" he moaned. I kept him deep in my throat as long as
I could, gently wiggling my finger inside him and he began to relax.

To his credit, Kirk never stopped stroking me, but he did not try to
reciprocate with a finger up my butt. I was grateful that he just kept
stroking.

His body was warming up fast. My finger in his butt was definitely "turning
him on."

His hips began frantically pumping. I didn't want him to cum quite yet. I
had a way to go myself. So I pulled my finger out and just continued to rub
his crack.

Kirk was a cussing cummer. When he came, he clutched his butt cheeks on my
hand and through clenched teeth said, "Oh shit! Oh hell! Oh damn! Oh shit!"
and a few other things. His taste was salty, and not at all bad. I
swallowed his cum and licked him clean.

As he came, he stroked me faster and rubbed between my legs, almost as part
of his own orgasm. It brought me off, just after him. I blasted down
between our bodies.

He laid on the floor, while I cleaned up the mess with a towel. "Damn, that
was something," he said.  "I might want to do that again sometime. Maybe
even that finger thing. If it's OK with you."

"Well it beats the hell out of getting sea sick in the top bunk while you
jerk off," I said, and popped him lightly with the towel.


THE HUNTING LODGE

It was three weeks since Daniel and I had been together. I had done just as
we had planned. I had called the twins at Inks Lake, Peter and Alan. We had
made plans to camp with them at one of the screened shelters at the park.

I was to leave immediately after class on Friday and drive up to Austin
where I would pick up Daniel. Then we would ride on to the park to meet the
twins. However, Thursday I received a call from Peter.

The weather for the weekend was supposed to be bad. It would be cold and
wet for a screen shelter. The twins had an alternate idea. They had an
uncle with a ranch near Round Mountain. The uncle leased the ranch out to
deer hunters every year. For the last couple of years, a large company out
of Austin leased the entire ranch for the season that company had
refurbished the original ranch house, making it into quite a hunting lodge.

Someone from the company went out every weekend to load feeders and run the
blinds. As luck would have it, this weekend no one from the company was
available. The twin's uncle would normally run the blinds for them, but he
was going to be gone. He volunteered his nephews.

And so, it could be cold and rainy. The four of us would hole up in a
hunting lodge for the weekend.

We agreed to meet the twins in Marble Falls. They would take us to the
ranch from there.

Daniel was more than ready when I got to Austin. As soon as I leaned into
the room, Daniel grabbed his bag and had me out the door.

The drive was rainy and the weather cool. But Daniel kept me warm with his
conversation. He had become involved in two, different gay rights
organizations. He was wired about them. I'd never really seen Daniel so
enthused. He even tried to get me thinking about starting a gay rights
group at Trinity. It struck me a little like telling me to start a KKK
coven in Harlem. But I listened.

Eventually, the conversation moved on to other things and Daniel calmed
down. He began groping me while I drove. "You're going to steam up the
windows," I warned.

"I just want to get you steamed up," he said, laying down on the seat and
putting his head back on my lap. He smiled up at me.

I reached down and stroked his cheek, "I've been steaming up for three
weeks."

"Oh, now I'm not so sure about that. No visits to Michael? No therapy
sessions with, what's his name? James?"

"I could visit Michael and James and Kirk every day and still steam up
waiting for you."

"Kirk? Your roommate?"

"I told you about that."

"No you didn't. You can now."

"It's nothing."

He reached under my jacket, clamped a hand on my nipple, and twisted. "Tell
me..."

"Oh, shit," I squirmed and swerved on the road. "OK! OK!"

He let go of my tit, and laughed. I told Daniel how things started with
Kirk.

"And you've done this jerk and suck thing how many times now?" he asked.

"Three, if you don't count that first time I just sucked him off."

"Well I hope you wore your rescue T-shirt when you were doing it."

"I'll have to remember that."

"Did you bring your shirt? I need rescuing real bad," Daniel smiled up at
me.

I reached down and ran my hand into his pants. He was wearing silk
boxers. Daniel undid his pants. I found the slit in his boxers and felt his
warm damp balls and thick, soft cock. "Tell me lover what you've been up to
since we've been together."

"Nothing like you. I don't have a 'regular' outlet like some people. But I
have met a few other gays in the rights groups."

"Met? A few?"

"Well, damn it, Sean. You're hardly the virgin queen. I've gotten to know a
couple of guys. And there is one, he's president of the Alliance. We've
messed around a couple of times."

"What's his name?"

"Kevin."

"Purely a political alliance, huh?" I asked. I pulled Daniel's cock up onto
his belly and rubbed it with the flat of my hand.

Daniel chuckled and moved his hips under my hand. "Absolutely. Pure
politics. I'm becoming his right hand man."

"Just give me both your hands this weekend."

He reached up and grabbed a nipple with each hand. "I'm ready when you
are."


We met Peter and Alan at a supermarket parking lot in Marble Falls. The
four of us did a little discreet hugging before we climbed back into our
cars. Alan invited Daniel to ride with him and Peter volunteered to ride
with me.

It wasn't a long ride, but a pleasant one. I liked Peter from the day we
met. We talked about school, camping, my knee, and other things. I was sure
we did not talk about nearly as many things as Alan was talking to Daniel
about. Alan was quite a talker.

The ranch was a working ranch large enough for grain fields in the bottom
lands bordered by brush and tree covered hills. The twins' uncle had fenced
the ranch with deer proof fencing, instituted modern game management with
the help of the state, and leased hunting rights for a substantial income.

We went in by the main entrance and stopped at the new ranch house. There
we greeted the twins' aunt and got the key to the hunting lodge which was
almost a mile farther into the property.

The hunting lodge was great. The back porch had been enclosed. It and all
four bedrooms were full of bunks. The kitchen was modernized with two well
stocked refrigerator-freezers and stocked for a dozen hungry hunters at a
time.

The dinning room was large. A long, oak dinning table ran almost the full
length of the room. There were benches around the table instead of chairs.

The living room/den had a large screen TV, equipped with a VCR in one
corner of the room; quite a set up for back then. The end wall had a large
stone fireplace with dry firewood on the hearth. The room had several
couches and chairs and a game table. One couch was unique. It looked like a
homemade, western style daybed, made of smoothed cedar posts and denim
covered cushions and pillows. The thing was half again as large as a twin
bed.

There was one large bathroom, retrofitted with two shower stalls, three
sinks, and a closet full of towels.

When we took our stuff in, the twins showed us around excitedly, taking
care to point out the beer in the refrigerators and the porn (all straight,
of course) in the VHS tapes.

Peter and Alan built a fire. Since it was already dark, the twins promised
to give us a tour of the ranch the next day.

Daniel and I sank, side by side, onto the denim couch in the living
room. The twins pulled off their boots and each took a lap. Peter took
mine; Alan took Daniel's. They sat sideways with their butts in our laps,
their backs against side cushions. Peter slung an arm over my shoulders;
Alan did the same with Daniel. The twins pressed their stocking feet
together in the middle of the couch.

"Well this is cozy," I said.

Alan said, "I can already tell that Daniel's glad to see us."

"Yeah," Peter said. "Sean seems to be getting pretty happy too."

They both laughed and wiggled their butts. Daniel and I shared a "well what
did you expect?" kind of look. While I was looking over at Daniel, Peter
leaned in and began nibbling my neck. As my eyes rolled up, I heard Daniel
say, "Go ahead, I've got my lap full."

I wrapped my arms around Peter's waist, pulling him into my crotch. Peter
kissed up my neck and my ear. Our mouths met. He hugged my neck. The same
thing was happening at the other end of the couch.

Peter and I took off each other's shirts. Somehow, as we started on the
pants, all four of us wound up in a pile. Everyone was taking off
everyone's pants, socks, underwear, shoes; we rolled as a ball off the
couch and onto the floor.

There were hands and mouths, cocks and butts, everywhere. At one point, I
was lying face to face on Daniel, trying to give him three weeks of
kissing, while Peter and Alan wrestled for my butt. The next moment, I was
on my back with Alan's cock and balls rubbing over my face, and in the
next, we were in a four-way oral daisy chain. Light from the fireplace
played over our bodies.

Alan's crotch was in my face. Daniel's was in Alan's face. Peter's crotch
was in Daniel's face. My crotch was in Peter's face. Alan's balls were
warm, sweaty, salty. They tasted good and I licked him clean before working
up his shaft. Peter was licking my cock from base to crown and tonguing the
slit at the top. When I closed my mouth over Alan's cock, he moaned his
pleasure.

Alan's butt had gotten a little soft since the summer's cycling. He had
back his bubble butt. I ran my hands over the baby soft skin of his ass and
spread his cheeks as he began to pump into my mouth. I ran my hands farther
up his lean, muscled back and then back down over the curve of his hips and
the harder muscles of his thighs.

Peter's hands were busy too, as he bobbed on my cock. He wet a finger and
worked it into my butt. When he pulled his mouth off my cock and began
reaming my butt with his tongue, it was obvious what he had in mind. And
damn, he was good. I'd never really been rimmed like that before. He tongue
actually went inside me.

By the time Peter pulled his cock out of Daniel's mouth and moved around
behind me. I was ready. Daniel closed the gap Peter left and took my cock
into his mouth. Peter grabbed my hips and began pushing his cock into my
butt. When he was in all the way, his body pressed against my back, and his
breath was hot on my spine. Daniel spread my legs and rubbed between them
as Peter's pace began to quicken. Daniel took me deeper into his throat. It
was good that Alan was doing the work, pumping his cock into my mouth; I
almost forgot about him.

Evidently Alan liked Peter's idea. He pulled out of my mouth and moved up
behind Daniel. Before he could latch on, I pulled Daniel to me and
gratefully took my lover into my mouth. All the way in. I wanted my nose in
his balls. I wanted his smell on my face.

Alan entered Daniel and their scents blended richly in my nostrils. I ran
my hands over Daniel's legs and flanks, and gave Alan's butt a good
squeeze.

Peter was really humping now, driving my cock deep into Daniel's mouth. In
his enthusiasm, Pete gave my butt a sharp slap. And then another.

Pulling off Daniel, I complained, "What is it about cowboys and butt
slapping anyway?"

Daniel took my cock out of his mouth and observed, "I think it's your butt;
reminds him of his horse's."

Whack! Alan slapped Daniel's butt. "Shit!" Daniel cried out.

"Thank you, Alan," I said, "May your fuck last all night."

When I took Daniel's cock back into my throat, he fairly stabbed my throat
with it.

Peter was getting close. He was fast fucking from his hips, like guys do
with girls. By the time he came, my insides were crawling. He throbbed into
me, and I blasted down Daniel's throat. As he slowed, Peter whispered
behind my ear, "I've been dreaming about your butt for months."

"My butt believes it," I pulled off to whisper back over my shoulder.

Alan was next to come. The twins were little fuck bunnies. They came fast,
but could keep on cuming.

As I continued to work on Daniel, the twins pulled out, rubbed our flanks
like they might their horses after dismounting, and headed for the
kitchen. Daniel and I relaxed. I slowed the pace of my sucking and Daniel
licked clean my cock. I ran my hands up and down his body, delighted to
have him to myself again.

After he came, Daniel turned around so that we could hold each other, kiss,
and talk. We lay like that until the smell from the kitchen drew us.

The twins had grilled sausage and German fries. We each grabbed a beer, a
plate, some food, and a fork and sat down at the table. The wooden benches
were cold on our bare butts.

We could hear rain on the metal roof of the back porch.

The food was good. As we ate, the twins told us about their plans for
college. They thought they both would go to Texas Tech, but worried that
they would have to be really straight. "Peter wanted to go to A&M," Alan
said, "lots of gays there."

Peter was sitting next to me. Daniel was to my left at the end of the
table. Alan was across. I leaned toward Peter and said, "I thought about
A&M myself. It's a good school."

I wished I hadn't said anything. I thought about what Daniel might be
thinking. About the first time we talked about me going to UT with
him. Things got quiet.

"What do you guys want for dessert," Alan asked. "They have a lot of ice
cream."

"Well," I said, "I was really thinking that for dessert, I would
like...a...twin," I dove onto Peter next to me, pushing him onto his back
on the bench. I grabbed under his knees and pulled his legs up. I heard a
whoop from the end of the table and assumed that Daniel was attacking Alan.

I grabbed Peter's hips and pulled his butt against my crotch. I wasn't
really hard yet, but as Peter squirmed against me, and I mock fucked him, I
came up hard.

When I laid my hard cock down on his belly and bent over him, Peter became
hard as well.

He was panting from the brief struggle. I watched his hairless belly and
chest heaving. He had a tight, small body, even if the twins tended to soft
butts. His long hair hung from either side of the bench. He was looking
hungrily up at me. We kissed.

There was butter on the table. I reached for it at the same time Daniel did
from the other side. We laughed and each took some on our fingers. Looking
over the table, I could see Alan's legs up in the air.

I lubed us and put my cock at Peter's hole. We both watched my cock push
in. The tight ring of his sphincter traveled pleasurably down my cock. I
was holding Peter's hips again. He reached high up on my biceps and pulled
me down.

Reaching with my arms under his back, I pulled our bodies together and
pressed my belly against Peter's cock. We kissed. And I ground into him;
pressing and making little circles inside him with my cock. I wrapped his
smaller, tight body in my arms as moved my hips in and out, grinding and
circling. As I pushed up into him with my cock and hips I pulled down on
his shoulders with my hands. I ground my cock in as far as I could and it
felt very, very good. But Peter looked a little uncomfortable on the narrow
bench.

>From across the table, I heard Daniel ask in his best western drawl,
"How's your mount, partner? Mine rides real good."

"Damn good fit in the saddle over here, partner," I answered. "But I was
thinking of taking him out for a ride on the bed, or the floor--give him a
little more rein."

"Mind if I ride with ya?"

"Nope. Need a good side kick like you. Might need your help if I wear out
this little pony."

Peter let out with a passably good neigh as I ran my arms under his back
and hoisted him up so that his weight was in my lap, which of course meant
my cock was deep in him. Peter wrapped his arms around my neck and held
on. Daniel managed to do the same with Alan.

Carrying Peter, I did a little sliding hop toward the living room--like a
child on a horse-head riding stick does to imitate a trot. Daniel did the
same, saying things like, "Giddy up," and "Hi ho, Silver."

Alan cracked, "You know horses are always stopping to shit when you take
them out on long rides."

I smiled at Daniel and said, "Sure glad I'm not riding your mount,
partner."

There was one double bed in the whole house. In the front room. After
"trotting" around in the living room, we decided to head for the double bed
and lay the twins down there, coming from opposite sides. We laid them down
so that their heads were even enough for them to turn and kiss each other,
which they did. Daniel and I could lean in enough to kiss each other as
well, which we did. Then we kissed the twins.

We playfully fucked and bounced the bed like we were out riding horses, but
before long, the feel of the boys bodies under us, the fit of their butts
into our crotches, the hardness of their bent bottoms as we ground in, and
the tightness of their butt holes on our cocks as we moved in and out moved
us from a game to earnest, hot, serious, grind-in-deep fucking.

The bed was bouncing like it would break. I looked at Daniel and wondered
if my look was a glazed as his. Both twins were moaning and kissing each
other and tongue wrestling. They had each twisted at the waist and reached
up with their hands to take the cock of the other. The long lines of their
stretched torsos contrasted gracefully with the muscles working in their
bellies and backs. They did a good job of keeping their butts up to meet
our down strokes while at the same time they made love to each other with
their mouths and hands.

My balls were pulling up tight. I whimpered at the deep churning and
reached out to grab Daniel's bicep. I pulled him hard over, planting my
mouth on his as I pounded my orgasm down into Peter and cried out down
Daniel's throat. Then I let Daniel go and slowed, while he picked up his
pace to finish his own orgasm.

Tired, I laid down onto Peter. His stomach was covered with his own cum and
coated my belly as I pressed down on him. While my cock was still in him, I
nibbled his ear and said, "Thank you."

He ran his hand up behind my neck and kissed my cheek. "Anytime,
cowboy. Anytime."


That night Daniel and I threw a couple more logs on the fire shared the
denim and cedar couch in the living room. We took a couple of blankets to
cuddle under. The twins stayed in the double bed. The rain stopped sometime
in the early morning.


Peter and Alan were up early. They started a fire and fixed my favorite
breakfast, steak and eggs, along with toast, coffee, and grits. It was
cool. We stayed naked, but kept ourselves wrapped in blankets. Daniel and I
shared one on a bench at breakfast.

After breakfast, we pulled the denim couch (which was heavier than a
Volkswagen) in front of the TV and all piled on under a couple of blankets
to watch porn. It was the first time any of us had really watched a porn
movie.

The very first time you watch a porn video some things are actually
funny. Especially with straight porn. We did a lot of giggling. We also did
a lot of groping under the blankets. Before long, I had Peter lying on his
stomach, head toward the TV with his chin on his hands while I lay on top,
fucking him with my arms wrapped under his chest. We were both watching the
screen while I enjoyed the feel of his soft tush pushing up into my loins
as I pushed down. I nibbled at his neck and ears.

I noticed Daniel getting Alan into the same position. Daniel glanced over
at me as he lubed and explained, "I remembered what you said after the
first night we spent with Peter about how good a soft tush felt and decided
to try it."

Both twins, in unison, asked indignantly, "Who has a soft tush?"

As Daniel settled in and began humping, he sighed satisfied, and kissed the
top of Alan's head. The blanket had traveled down their bodies. I reached
over and pulled it down farther because they had become more interesting
than the porn video. I watched Daniel's hips pump into that beautiful tush;
their two young smooth bodies flattened together.

Daniel reached over and pulled the covers down off us, and the four of us
watched each other. I came first. And then Peter and I traded
positions. Daniel came and traded with Alan. The visual stimulation was so
exciting that after that first rotation, we traded partners and changed
positions.

Our pace slowed.  We each took a turn cuming a second time while the other
three watched and helped. Yet for all the cuming, we did not spunk that
denim couch once.

The sun came out about lunch time. We snacked and grabbed sodas, dressed
and loaded bags of corn into the back of an old suburban the company had at
the lodge. There was a map on the wall in the living room of all the blinds
on the ranch. We took it with us.

When I hunted as a kid with my dad, we used brush blinds and tracking, or
simply sat against a tree to hunt. We would set ourselves up in senderos or
next to grain fields and watched for deer moving in the early morning or
late evening.

These days, deer blinds are made of plywood, with plastic sliding
windows. They look like little boxes up on stilts. Some are left on the
ground. Usually, they have a carpet on the floor for noise abatement and a
well-oiled swivel chair so that the hunter can turn in all directions. Some
blinds have a second little chair in case there is a second hunter, like a
son or friend.

Sometimes looks can be deceiving. Some blinds are insulated, and can even
be heated with catalytic heaters. Hunters can carry into their blind a
Thermos of coffee, snacks, binoculars, cameras, porn.

Somewhere near each blind will be an automatic feeder, which is basically a
big barrel, filled with corn. At the base of the feeder are a timer and a
motor that sprays out a little corn onto the ground morning and
evening. Deer become accustomed to feeder times, as do rabbits, birds,
javelina, feral hogs, and other game.

We traveled from blind to blind, checking each for wasp nests or other
vermin and filling the feeders with corn. We tested each feeder to make
sure it was working properly, replacing batteries in a few.

I was excited at all the animal tracks around the feeders and talked Daniel
into coming back with me to one of the blinds later that afternoon.

So late that afternoon, we grabbed a couple of binoculars from the lodge,
along with a couple of sodas. The twins dropped us off at what they said
would be the best evening blind and promised to get back right after dark.

Daniel and I climbed up the ladder into the blind. It was large. There were
two chairs. We slid the windows open on three sides, but left the window
closed on the north side from which a cold wind was blowing. We settled
into the chairs.

Almost immediately, I began to see game. Birds at first. A couple of Harris
hawks were working the area. A turkey vulture landed on top of the blind,
making a lot of noise inside before taking off. Once the larger birds
cleared out, smaller ones showed up. I identified them for Daniel. He began
testing me.

"What are those birds running along the ground there?" he asked.

"Quail," I said. "Blue quail."

A particularly musical and active bird was dancing from branch to branch
across from us. "You know that one, don't you?" I asked Daniel.

"Mocking bird," he answered confidently.

"Yep. State bird of Texas. I'd have to toss you from the blind if you
missed that one."

"What's that little one over there?" he pointed over to another tree.

"A titmouse."

"A what?"

"A titmouse."

"You're making that up."

"No. Honest."

Well that lead Daniel into an examination of my tits that drew up in points
when he exposed them to the cool air. Then he opened my belt and worked my
jeans and boxers down my leg saying, "You watch your wildlife and I'll
watch mine."

At least his hands were warm. When I pointed out a feral hog crossing about
two hundred yards up the dirt road, I could barely draw Daniel's attention
away from my privates.

The feeder went off, and almost immediately, several doe came into the
area. It was damn distracting to have Daniel sucking my cock. When he
pulled down his pants, I absently stroked his cock while watching for more
game.

After a while of mainly rabbits and doe, my interest drifted what Daniel
was up to, especially after he got onto all-fours on the floor and wiggled
his ass at me. We hadn't fucked that way in a while and his butt looked
damn fine. I pulled my pants all the way off, despite the cold, so that I
could get to him. One of us had to de-pants because pants were still around
his ankles.

As I pushed my cock out of the cool air and into Daniel's warm butt, I
pushed up his coat and shirt. I was not trying to freeze him. I just wanted
to admire his back and the way it narrowed down to his slim waist, then
flared out to his hips. I ran my hand lightly over the fine golden hairs
that formed a little, inverted triangle at the base of his back. And then I
took hold of his hips and watched my cock slide in and out of his
rectum. His butt quivered each time I rocked into him.

"Damn, Daniel. You have such a fine body." I ran my hands down from his
waist. "Your butt is beautiful. We need to fuck like this more often." I
bent my body over his and pulled his butt back against my loins as I leaned
down to his ear to say, "And it feels soooooo good."

"It feels damn cold," he shuddered.

I pulled his shirt and coat back down and reached under to stroke his
cock. It was rock hard. "Now does that feel better?" I asked.

Daniel grunted and began to rock his hips forward and back, forward into my
hand and back onto my cock.

We moved like that for a while and warmed each other up. But I was becoming
a little stiff and raised back upright. When I did, I glanced out the
window and froze. There was a large buck, at least 12 points, not sixty
yards from the blind.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked.

"Sssssh," I hissed. Then I whispered, "There's this really great buck right
out in front of the blind."

"What?" he hissed. "A deer? You're getting the fuck of your life and you
stopped to look at a deer?"

He rocked back onto just his knees, sitting back up into my lap. The deer
didn't see the movement and I pointed him out to Daniel.

"That's nice," he said, grinding his butt on my cock. He grabbed my wrist
and moved my hand to his cock. "You get off to the deer. I'll get off to my
own species."

Keeping an eye on the buck, I kissed Daniel's neck and began stroking him
while he began to move up and down on my cock. "He really is magnificent,
Daniel," I said with awe. "Someday I think I'll take up wildlife
photography as a hobby."

Daniel was really beginning to ride my cock, but managed to say, "Then I
have some wildlife pictures that would really interest you."

"Hell," I said, wrapping my other arm around his waist, "I sure hope you
keep those things hidden." The deer moved on to the feeder and I began
concentrating again on Daniel.

"I only get them out to show friends what my lover looks like," Daniel
said.

I froze in mid-stroke. "You're kidding."

Daniel ground back on me, "Nope. I keep them handy."

I took my arm from his waist a reached over his shoulder, feeling down his
chest and pulling him back against me. "I keep mine handy, too," I
confessed. "Especially when I'm missing you."

Daniel and I rolled forward so that Daniel was again on all-fours. While
staying in him, I got off my knees and onto my feet, knees deeply bent for
the right angle into Daniel. Holding his hips, I really began to pound. The
whole blind began to sway. I was sure we chased off every animal for a
half-mile.

Unless, I thought, the sounds of our rutting prompted more rutting. A
mental picture of a nature fuckfest expanding out from our blind flashed
through my mind. I saw acres of fucking rabbits and deer answering the call
of our rut and the smell of our sex on the breeze. Like a conductor on a
podium, up in our blind my plunging hips were the director's baton for a
whole symphony of fucking wildlife. I lead them in a building, rutting
beat.

The thought was brief. My orgasm was coming. I was still squatting over
him. As I thrust in, my hands pulled at Daniel's hips. I actually pulled
his knees off the floor. Each thrust pressed my balls pleasantly against
his butt. I massaged my own prostrate as I clenched my ass and sphincter
tight with every deep grind.

When I came, my arms were around Daniel's waist. I had risen to an almost
standing position. Daniel was hung limply over my arms, unable to get to
his own feet because of the pants around his calves and ankles. I moved an
arm up under his chest, pulling him upright onto my hips and thighs. The
pressure sat him down hard on my cock. My skin stretched tight over my dick
as he settled onto me, and I came, holding him tightly and crying out my
own primal, rutting triumph into his back.

"Damn, Sean," Daniel gasped, my cock pressed far up into him, "Talk about
scaring off wildlife."

"Maybe," I said, moving my hips dreamily through the last after shocks, "we
all came together, us and the bunnies."

Daniel squirmed a little on my cock, "A scream like that, you probably had
the whole countryside shitting together."

I lowered Daniel back to the floor and slid out of him. He rolled him to
his back and spread his legs in invitation. I bent and swallowed that cock
that I loved. Daniel came just as we heard the suburban approaching in the
distance.

As we loaded into the suburban, the twins asked if we saw much
wildlife. "Hell," Daniel said, "We were the wildlife."


MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE DORM

There was a crisis the following week. Daniel's cousin, David showed up at
my dorm room late Wednesday afternoon. It took a moment for it to register
that the dynamite looking kid at my door was David; it was so out of
context.

"David?"

"Hi Sean," he said looking into the room. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, my roommate's out." I held the door open and closed it after David
came in. "What brings you to SA?"

David leaned back against the wall and stuffed his hands into his front
pockets. "Well, to tell you the truth, I was headed for UT, to Daniel, but
it was getting late and my last ride said he could drop me off at
Trinity. It was right on his way. A couple of students helped me find you."

"Last ride?" I asked. "Are you hitch-hiking? David, are you running away
from home."

"More like kicked out by my Dad, but I don't want to talk about it. Can I
stay with you tonight?"

"Damn, Dave. Where are you going to go? What are you going to do?"

Those were wrong questions at that moment. David's face screwed up in
anguish, the tears began to flow, and he let out a low wail, "I don't
know. Can't I stay with you, Sean?"

I stepped up and put my arms around him, patting his back. He leaned into
me, resting his forehead on my shoulder. His tears began soaking into my
shirt.  "I'll take care of you, David, but you can't stay here. I think
we'd get in trouble." He stiffened in my arms. "But don't worry," I assured
him and squeezed him tight. "I said I would take care of you and I will."

While I began gently rocking him in my arms, I started thinking out loud,
"I could take you to a motel," I said, and quickly added, "And I'd stay
with you. But I'm not sure that would be smart...I've got some friends who
have a house...no that would definitely not be smart."

David had calmed, still fighting an occasional sob. "Here," I said, pulling
out a chair. "Sit down." He did. I handed him a box of Kleenex. "David,
would you mind if I called my Dad?"

The question caused a momentary cringe. He blew his nose. And then he
shrugged. "Sure. Go ahead."

I was able to reach Dad and explained the situation. He told me to sit
tight and that he would get back to me. "Dad," I said, "I'm not sure how
much David's dad is going to want to talk to you. He doesn't like me at
all."

There was a pause. "I know, son. James and I talk from time to time. He
knows David is gay and I think he blames you for it."

I started to protest, but Dad stopped me. "It doesn't matter, Sean, if you
had nothing to do with it. Maybe someday James will realize that. Right
now, let's worry about David. It may take me a while. I'll call back as
soon as I can.

I ran down to the vending machines and got David some pretzels and a
soda. And then we waited, for close to two hours.

It grew dark. Kirk came back and threw a questioning look at David. I just
said, "A friend from home. We're just waiting on a call." Kirk, bless him,
didn't ask any more.

Finally, Dad called. "Did David tell you what happened?"

"No."

"Well James wouldn't say much either. There was some kind of blow up. It
sounded like it involved David and Ryan. Anyway, James is mad as hell. He
didn't exactly kick David out, but he's not that anxious to have him back
either. Roger and I have both been talking with him. It's possible Roger
and Mary can take David in, but we need a little time. I've talked to your
grandparents up there in San Antonio. They're setting up the spare room for
David..."

"But Dad..."

"Yeah, I know. He's not going to want you to leave him there by himself. I
told them you would stay with him. But be careful Sean. Just remember that
you're eighteen now and he's a minor."

Well that was blunt.

"And Sean," he added, "don't let this interfere with your studies...well
any more than you absolutely have to."

"OK, Dad. Thanks. You'll let me know as soon as ya'll work things out?"

"Yeah. When we do, I'll try your grandparents first. OK?"

"OK. And thanks again. And Dad..."

"Yes?"

I spoke softly into the mouthpiece so that David wouldn't hear, "I'm really
glad you're my Dad."

I packed a bag for overnight, grabbed up some books, told Kirk that we
would be at my grandparents, and took David to get him something to
eat. Afterward, we went to my Granddad's.

My grandmother gave David a grandmother's hug, and Granddad gave him a
shoulder hug and patted him on his back. I wasn't sure what Dad had told
them, but I was sure that he had not mentioned anything about David being
gay. None of us had ever said a word to my grandparents about my being gay.

I was sure my Dad had not told them about David or I when I found they had
set us up to share the queen-sized bed in the extra bedroom.

David was obviously tired. But he just as obviously did not want to be sent
to a strange bedroom by himself. After all, the kid was still only
fifteen. So I said goodnight to my grandparents and took my books back to
the bedroom to study.

There was no desk, so while David hit the john and got ready for bed, I
stretched out with a book and turned on the lamp on the bed stand beside
me. When David came in, he undressed to his briefs and then climbed onto
the bed next to me. He snuggled close. "Thanks Sean."

"Aren't you a little cold? Don't you want under the covers?"

He ran an arm over my chest and pulled himself closer. "I'd rather be like
this."

Well I could understand, but it was also cool in the room. "Hold on," I
told him. "Let me get ready for bed, too. Then we can be under the covers
and you can fall asleep next to me while I study. OK?"

He nodded.

A few minutes later, we both crawled under the covers. I left only my lamp
on. Daniel snuggled close again and fell asleep with his head on my
shoulder while I held my large Western Civ book open on my chest with my
other hand and tried to stay awake through the chapter.

Soon David was sleeping soundly. I finished Western Civ and moved on to
Physical Science. Finally unable to stay awake, I laid down the book,
turned off the light, and fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke when David slipped on his pants to hit the john. I
did the same. We both pissed into the toilet at the same time. "How are you
feeling?" I asked. David looked groggy.

"OK, I guess."

I looked at my watch. It was still early. "We can grab some more sleep if
you want."

David nodded sleepily. When we got back to the room, he pulled off his
pants and underwear with them. He was sleepy enough that I doubted he was
even aware that he had pulled off his underwear too.

David had lost the little boy legs and rounded hips of a preadolescent. He
had the legs, the hips, and the torso of a beautiful young man. And he was
beautiful. His face was as beautiful as a young girl's.

We climbed back into bed. I lay on my side, facing the middle of the bed. I
had closed my eyes when I felt David back into me and pull my upper arm
over him. I wrapped both arms around him. I grew hard, but we ignored it
and both fell back asleep.

The smell of breakfast cooking woke us. David rolled in my arms and kissed
me. "Thanks, Sean."

I gave David some clothes of mine that I had brought, including some
boxers. They were all too large, but they were clean, and he wasn't going
anywhere. David was comfortable enough by then to stay with my grandparents
as I went to classes. I didn't make it back until late afternoon. Dad had
called. I called him back.

"We've worked it out, Sean. James is going to drive up tomorrow to pick up
David. I'm taking off from work to ride with him. We'll pick up David at
your grandparents. It might be best if you're at class."

"I understand, Dad. Do you think things are going to work out?"

"Yeah. I think they might. I had breakfast this morning with James and
found out a little more about what happened. I believe they'll work things
out. But both David and Ryan are going to get some counseling."

"Sounds like their dad needs it too."

There was a pause. "You're sharp son. Best though not to say anything about
that, OK?"

"Sure Dad."

That night, I again spent with David. David was feeling better. Once we
were both under the covers and I was trying to study, he ran his hand into
my boxers.

Now I had been proud of myself the night before. Basically, I had been too
tired to be much aroused anyway.

But David had an undeniably fine body and beautiful face. And I had not
even jerked off in a couple of days. I kept studying, thinking that maybe
he just needed to cop a feel for comfort. Ha!

When his head disappeared under the blankets and I felt him pulling down my
boxers, I knew where we were headed and my hormones were blowing past all
the barriers. I pushed back the covers and began pushing the boxers I
loaned him off his own body.

David had grown a fine cock. It was straight and thick. The skin was
flawless and soft. The flared crown was smooth. His cock begged to be
touched and held. We began to sixty-nine.

But David needed holding. Before long, he was on his back and I was lying
on him. His arms and legs were around me. We were kissing and grinding our
cocks together.

"Can we just cum this way, Sean?" he asked.

"I love to cum this way," I said and kissed his neck. "We just need to try
to not get cum all over my grandma's sheets. Let's try to keep it between
us and I'll wipe it up with my boxers."

"Or let it just dry between us and sleep like this?" he asked.

I grinned, "Well we can try."

He hugged me hard. "David," I asked, "have you been a little lonely back
home?"

"You have no idea," he said, and kissed me fiercely.

We stayed all entwined and came at almost the same time. And yes, we really
were able to fall asleep that way, at least for a while.

I was gone the next day when Dad and Uncle James picked up David. It was
later that I found out the counseling they were going to get was with the
pastor at my Dad's church.

It was Friday. That afternoon I drove up to Austin. And that evening,
Daniel and I had a lot to talk about. We stayed at a motel down on Town
Lake.

Daniel had become a sharp dresser when he moved to Houston. He always
looked like he stepped out of a fancy clothing ad, even when he was dressed
casually. And it bothered him sometimes when I dressed poorly; or at least
poorly in his estimation.

Daniel decided I need some new fall clothes. We spent most of Saturday in
malls and clothing stores. I was pretty broke and it bothered me that
Daniel was paying for almost everything. I had been thinking about getting
a job and Michael wanted me to work at the restaurant with him. But I did
not want to give up my weekends with Daniel.

Dan did not just buy me nice clothes that day. He gave me instructions in
color coordination, fabric, quality, fit, and fashion. And though it
concerned me that Daniel was spending quite a bit of money, I appreciated
the instruction and literally thrilled to the approving looks Daniel gave
me as he had me try on item after item.

Daniel grew his most lavish, though, when he bought me underwear. There
were flannel and silk boxers, bikini briefs, and even two thongs. That
night, I had to try on each again for him.

Michael and Lenny approved of my new, outer wardrobe. I never wore the
bikini briefs or thongs when I was going to stay over with Michael. Those
were for Daniel and me.

Because of studies and activities, Daniel and I would not get together
again until after Thanksgiving. During that time, I was incredibly
busy. First semesters at college always are I suppose. But in addition to
my studies, I had therapy sessions and special mentoring with my professor,
the author. I have been careful not do mention his name, because he is
rather well know. But I just called him Tom.

The honors college had arranged my schedule so that I had Tom as my
instructor for English Comp. However, he basically had me blow off the
class. Instead, I visited Tom's house at least one evening a week. We would
sit in his study sipping scotch, which I was acquiring a taste for. Tom
kept good scotch.

Tom was single, but loved the girls. And he was quite manly. His writing
was lean and masculine. When I sat across from his desk in his study, I
often felt like I was at the feet of a thin Hemingway.

The problem was that I think Tom wanted me to be a young Hemingway. He was
not pleased with my early efforts. Technically, my writing was
excellent. But my attempts at fiction or rhyme disappointed Tom. That is,
until I wrote a love story which was really about Daniel and I. I just made
Daniel a female named Laura.

As I took my chair across from his desk at our next session, Tom held up
the story and said, "Now this is finally showing some promise. You have
good imagery. The characters are well developed and interact well. The plot
is good. But there is one glaring problem." He put the story down on the
table and leaned back, scotch in hand. "Laura doesn't act like a
female. Damn it, Sean, you wrote her with the personality and behavior of a
guy. You know women are different. You have to write them that way. If you
think women are like guys, it's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend right
now."

Wondering just how open Tom was, I sipped my scotch and put it down on the
desk. I leaned forward, "I have a confession, Tom." He raised an eyebrow. I
continued, "I do have a lover and I wrote the story about us. I just made
him a female."

Now Tom raised both eyebrows. "Well damn. You never know, I
guess. Goodness, Sean, I would have never thought..." Then he
frowned. "Well damn. That's the problem. Why the hell did you change your
lover...what's his name?"

"Daniel."

"Well why the hell did you change Daniel to Laura?"

Shrugging, I spread my hands and said, "I just figured most people wouldn't
want to read a homosexual love story."

"Stupid," he said, shaking his head, "and damned dishonest. Write from your
gut, Sean. Write what's real. And write it well. Then worry about what
people will read. If you write well enough and they'll read it."

My next story was basically like the first chapter of this story. The next
time I sat across the desk from him after he read it, he threw the story at
me. It surprised the shit out of me and I just sat open mouthed.

"Writing love stories is one thing. Writing erotica can even be considered
a legitimate genre. But hell, Sean, that," he said pointing at the pages
spread over my body, "was pornography, and damned graphic at that. And you
sure as hell won't find the reading public very interested in you putting
your dick up somebody's shit hole. Or sucking a cock, for that matter. You
cross the line between eroticism and pornography when you get that
graphic. Leave the details to the reader's imagination and they won't
imagine anything they're uncomfortable with. That," and he pointed at the
pages again, "will take them way beyond what they would be comfortable even
imagining."

He stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back forcefully, and paced behind
his desk. "And just so you know, I had a couple of homosexual experiences
growing up, so I'm not talking just about homosexual sex. Most people don't
want to read about you sticking your cock up a woman's shit hole any more
than they want to read about you putting it up a guys."

He came around and sat on the front of his desk, looking down at me. "I
know what you're thinking," he said. "Every story is like a child and the
really intimate ones come right out of the heart. So you're probably
feeling a little hurt by what I just said." I was. "But you need to learn
to write with grace, subtlety, and finesse. You need to provoke the
reader's imagination, not overwhelm it. You are good with words. And even
if you have trouble rhyming, you have a strong lyric ability. We just have
a bit of work to do."

And so, he kept me busy writing. I loved writing, but really began to
wonder whether I would like that as a vocation.

Meanwhile, I was getting other vocational counseling, from several people.

On one of my last therapy sessions with James (he went to work for a
private clinic at much higher pay), I noticed a distinct odor when I
entered his room. "You've got a cold," I observed.

"Now why do you say that," he asked, giving me a questioning grin.

"I can smell your congestion," I answered.

"You can smell that?"

"Well yeah. It's not real strong, but I can definitely smell it. Sorry, I
didn't mean to offend you."

James laughed. "I don't have a cold. It was the guy before you that had the
cold, and that was almost a half hour ago."

I lay down on the table and James began to work on me. He said,
thoughtfully, "You like biology, right?"

"Yeah. I really do."

"Ever consider going into medicine?"

"Hell no. Why?"

"Just a feeling," James said. "The best doctors use all their senses when
they diagnose a patient. You can smell diseases. Every one smells
different--if you have a good nose. And you evidently have a good nose"

"No, James. I don't think I want to go around smelling people's diseases."

James grinned. "You just want to smell their other things, huh?"


Michael thought I should be a teacher. Lenny thought I should go on
stage. And then there was Ken, the swimmer.

I had been enjoying my swim therapy, partly because I enjoyed watching the
swim workouts. And not just because of all those speedos.

The swim coach was an old curmudgeon, bald with bushy eyebrows and an
archetypical coach's scowl. He knew his stuff. I watched him coaching and
learned from what he told his swimmers, or at least tried to. By the third
week into my therapy, I was beginning to swim pretty well for me. I had
just tried to implement some instructions on kicking I had heard the coach
give a swimmer when I found him waiting at the end of my lane at the finish
of a lap.

I looked up into his frown. "Quit dropping your elbows," he said,
demonstrating a stroke with his arms. He lost me. I had no idea what he was
talking about until he arched his arm, keeping his elbow higher than his
hand and told me, "Shape your arm like a big scoop. You want to take an
armful of water on each stroke." He demonstrated, and then raised his
eyebrows in a "do you understand?" look. I nodded and prepared to push off.

"And don't swim standing up," he said. I looked back up him truly
puzzled. He held his hand out, angled down. "Your feet keep dropping. You
can't swim vertically. Get flat," he said, holding his hand level, "get
your butt and legs up and swim on top of the water." Then he motioned for
me to push off.

After that, he often came over to give me pointers. I began to improve
dramatically. I even got good enough to actually try to hang in with the
swim team boys in the next lane whenever they were doing their easy laps,
especially if I had the chance to swim at somebody's waist and watch his
cocks and balls floating around in a worn out practice speedo. Some of
those suits were barely there at all.

I guess it was simple sexual curiosity that prompted me to mention Ken to
James. But I remembered that I had done it the day in early November that
Ken was swimming so slowly in the next lane that I was actually keeping up
with him. When he was waiting for a drill, I asked what was wrong.

"Oh, just having a little shoulder problem. Think I'll see James, you know,
the trainer, after practice to see what he can do to help. He's really
good."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Really good."

James was must have been true to his word. It was a couple of days later
that I had therapy again while the team was swimming. Ken was in the next
lane and swimming much better. Practiced ended and the team was swimming
down. Ken caught up as I was finishing a lap at the wall, and said,
"Hi". Hanging on the lane line, he said, "James tells me you like his rub
downs."

"Yeah, he's really good at it." I said noncommittally. "Looks like he did
you a lot of good."

"Yep," Ken said, rolling his shoulder. "Almost back to normal. You know,"
Ken said. "James has been giving me some pointers on rub downs. Care to
come over to my room when you're done here so I can practice?"

I wondered for the briefest moment what my question conversation with James
had gotten me into. But then I looked at Ken's attractive Asian face and
that tall, swimmer's body down in the water. The invitation and the
nearness of Ken's body in the water started an erection. Turning to face
the wall, I said, "Yeah, it sounds great."

Ken smiled when I turned to the bank. It was clear we were on the same wave
length. "I give pretty good rub downs myself," I said. "Full body, of
course," I said, glancing pointedly down at his body in the water. For
grins, I asked, "Do you like a 'top' down or a bottom 'up' rub down?"

Now Ken turned and faced the wall and I smiled. He answered, "Well, I guess
that depends on who's doing the rub down. He leaned back and looked down at
my butt in the water. I think today, I might like a top down."

"We could take turns," I smiled.

He looked up at me and grinned, "That might depend on the rub down
equipment you use."

"Oh," I assured him, "My equipment is adjustable. I can adjust the depth of
the rubdown to the need of the client."

"I bet you can," Ken said, then under his breath muttered, "I've seen your
equipment in the locker room."

The swim team had all gotten out of the pool and headed into the
lockers. "Aren't you going to be getting out now?" I grinned.

"No rush," he said. "So how are you doing in Western Civ?"

"Oh, are we done talking about rubdowns?" I asked innocently.

"We are if you ever want to get around to actually having one," Ken
answered.

Coming from the background I did, it was natural to make comparisons
between Ken's body and an Hispanic one. The coloring was surprisingly
similar, but the hair on Ken's head was definitely different, all fine and
feathery, but thick. His muscles looked softer, but that was probably due
to swimming. His skin was soft and he was hairless, though a little stubble
on his legs indicated a body shave as opposed to a natural condition.

Ken had a dorm room to himself. His jock roommate did not make it past the
first few weeks at school and no one else had been moved in.

We did start with a rub down. Ken had me strip and lie on my stomach on the
bed. He stripped as well and wrapped a towel around his waist. Then he
began to work on me. He was gentler than James, and slower. His pace and
patience reminded me of Michael's.

When Ken had me turn to my back, I was hard and my cock lay flat on my
belly. Ken's eyes lit up when he saw my erection. His own cock poked out
his towel. He sat astride me, his perineum coming to rest on my cock. The
towel covered our mid-sections. He pushed his bottom back along my cock as
he bent to kiss me gently, mouth closed, on the lips. His lips stayed
lightly pressed on mine. And then he kissed me once on the neck, lightly
holding it a moment. Then once on each nipple, once on my stomach, once on
my naval, once on my belly. Each kiss was soft, lasting, definite. He would
hold his lips on me until I was focused on the feel of them in that spot
before moving to the next.

He kissed one ball, then the other. He kissed at the base, middle, and
crown of my cock. His hands held my hips. It was relaxing--well everywhere
but my cock. I was rock hard. His towel fell away. His cock was average,
but had an abundance of foreskin. Above his cock was a thick patch of black
pubic hair.

Ken pushed my legs up and reached for the lube. "So much for slow"," I
thought. He lubed. Pushed my legs up and entered me. He grabbed my hips and
pulled me back solidly against him. Then he did something I did not
expect. He put a hand around my cock, pointed it straight up, and bent to
put his mouth over the end of my cock--and not just the crown.

"Oh, shit," I gasped. "Damn, can you suck your own cock?"

"No," he said, "but I sure made myself limber trying."

"Yeah. I guess so."

Despite the length of my cock, I had never been able to suck myself, though
I had heard that some guys could do that sort of thing. I just wasn't
flexible enough.

Ken almost seemed comfortable as he moved his cock in me slowly and settled
down to sucking and licking the end of my cock while he slowly stroked my
shaft and fondled my balls.

There was not much for me to do but enjoy it. Ken sensed I was beginning to
enjoy it too much and pulled off before I could start building to
orgasm. He grabbed handfuls of my pecs and rubbed my chest for a
moment. Then he licked and sucked again for a while. When I started to get
hot again, he sat more upright and just stroked me while he moved up and
down inside me.

He did that on and off thing several times. Finally I begged, "Ken, I don't
want to seem ungrateful or anything, but I REALLY NEED TO CUM."

Ken smiled at me and pushed my legs way up until he had my butt high. He
held his cock deep in me as he arched his body over mine, and then he began
to pump in and out. I was so primed, the cum began oozing from the end of
my cock as my orgasm came like the climb up low hill and washed over me in
a long wave. Without either of us touching my cock, I shot my load all over
my chest.

It was not long before Ken came. He was a definite shooter; I could feel
his cum hitting inside me.

He bent and kissed my lips lightly. "Thanks," he said. "You have a nice
body...inside and out," he grinned. "Still want a turn on top."

I grinned up at him, "Well give me a second, but yeah. You got me so worked
up; I do want to go again."

He was still in me, but twisted to lie on his side. I dropped my legs over
his hips. My butt clutched reflexively, stimulated by Ken's still thick
cock in me as we moved. He bent at the waist to run a hand over my
chest. "Your swimming has really improved. Are you a good athlete?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I answered, feeling his chest with my hand. "I pick up
things pretty fast. But I'm more into endurance sports. I even had a
scholarship to UT for cross country before I injured my knee."

"I'd say that's a shame," Ken grinned, "but UT's loss is Trinity's gain. I
am sorry about your knee, though."

"That's OK. I think I'm making a pretty good come back. I might even get in
a little running this spring."

Ken pinched my nipple. "You ever thought about professional sports. Even
track and field has pros that make money now."

"No," I said, pinching his nipple, "not much money in endurance sports,
unless you bicycle in Europe. I just enjoy being out and running or
bicycling or maybe even swimming. I like a workout." I winked at him.

Ken grinned, "Any time you need a rubdown, dude. Just come to my place."

"Speaking of which..." I said, pulling off his semi-hard cock. I pushed him
onto his back and moved to straddle his waist. "If he likes stretching
things out," I thought, "I'm going to give him Michael's slow tongue
treatment."

I did. He loved it.

Ken and I became friends, and even hung out some. In fact, he asked me to
move in with him. I declined. I sure did not need more romantic
entanglements. Ken and I only made it together a couple more times that
school year.


MICHAEL

Speaking of romantic entanglements, that fall, Michael and I became de
facto lovers. I say de facto because even though Michael had fallen for me
and would have loved to be "officially" my lover, I made it clear from the
beginning that Daniel was and would always be my only lover. Even so, I was
spending more time with Michael than I was able to get with Daniel.

Because I've mentioned the twins, Kirk, Ken, David, and James the trainer,
it sounds like that fall was full of sexual adventures. Now that I write
out the names, that is quite a list. Yet the twins were only that one
weekend. Kirk and I and Ken and I only messed around a couple of times that
fall.

As the semester moved on, Daniel and I both had studies and trips that kept
us apart several weekends. On those weekends, and during the week, I spent
a lot of time at Michael's house. It was comfortable. And though I could
never feel for Michael like I did for Daniel, he was, nevertheless,
becoming dear to me. He was becoming a good friend.

As his house became more and more of a second home to me, I moved some
things over there, like my guitar. And I tried to help pay for some of the
food that I ate.

To be clear, I did not stay over every time I visited his house, and we did
not have sex every time I did stay over. But we usually did. Michael was
such a cuddler that he would spend the entire night sleeping on or against
me. Even if we had no sex in the night, we would often in the morning. It
naturally happens when you wake up in each other's arms with morning wood.

I never fell in love with Michael. Oh, he was cute and I found his shyness
endearing. But he did not have that much personality; well actually, he
did, but it manifested itself physically rather than verbally. And as for
interests or hobbies, they seemed to be limited to reading novels and
listening to classical music; the latter interest at least, we
shared. Michael made it clear as we spent more and more time together that
I had become his primary interest and hobby.

He needed me. Not in a demanding way. Michael was older than me, and had an
independence I relied on. He was popular and had many acquaintances. But he
had no close friend. He needed me for that, and he needed the physical
intimacy we shared.

His devotion to our relationship sometimes made me feel guilty because I
knew that someday I would move on to be with Daniel.  Michael never seemed
to care about that; never. So we "hung together."

Whenever I was at their house, even when I was studying, Michael would be
rubbing my back or neck, or leaning back against me or having me lean back
against him.

And the sex was good--even though Michael was a definite bottom and rarely
took the top. With all the mirrors in his room, we did lot of experimenting
with different positions. My favorite for watching was when I fucked him
doggy style. We looked damn hot.

But our sex settled into three basic positions, usually depending on how we
fell asleep. If we had sex before going to sleep, I would enfold his
smaller body in mine and fuck him on his back. I never even looked in the
mirror. Not in that position. It was an intimate, tender way to make love.

If we woke in the night or had sex in bed in the morning, we usually
spooned. But then we found the third, and possibly Michael's favorite
position one morning when Lenny and Eric had already left for work.

I woke before Michael and did not bother to dress before taking my morning
piss. Afterward, I headed to the kitchen for something to eat. I was
sitting in a chair turned away from the table and toward the doorway when
Michael came into the kitchen, also naked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

He came over, straddled the chair and sat down on my lap facing me. He took
a bite from my apple before wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing
his body into mine. We began taking alternate bites of apple and kissing
each other with "apple mouth." We both became hard.

His short height put his head only slightly higher than mine. He ran his
hands through my hair as we rubbed our cocks together and licked apple
juice from each other's lips. We began to get into it.

There was butter on the table. I lubed his butt, rimming him with my finger
and fucking him with it as he rocked in my lap. He raised himself up and
sat back down on my cock. He slid slowly down onto it.

We both took an instant like to the position. We were easily able to kiss
passionately the entire time. His body rocked on my cock and against my
belly. My hands were free to roam his body or pull him tight in an
embrace. That morning, I used the hand I had butter on to press his cock
against my belly and let him fuck into it.

I found I could spread my legs and slide my butt forward a little if I
wanted deeper penetration, but Michael could also, easily determine how
deep and how fast I moved in him. Chair fucking was sexy, and hot, and we
both seemed able to last longer.

It was a position in which we could both make love at the same time. We
could move our bodies in ways that pleased each other, and in ways that
pleased ourselves.

That first time, after we both came in the kitchen, we took the chair to
Michael's room and made love again where we could watch in the
mirror. Unlike the times we made love doggy style and I was the one moving
in the mirror, as we chair fucked, Michael did the moving. He rocked
forward and back on me. He rolled his hips from side to side. He swiveled
his hips in a lap-top hula. He moved his little body damn well.

By the time we each had our second orgasm, we were utterly drained. Michael
collapsed onto me. I just held him there, in my lap; his body, damp with
sweat. I always liked holding him. I liked holding him this way.

I never fell in love with Michael, but all those nights and all those
mornings together, I grew to love him. I looked forward to being with
him. Taking his lead, I just did not worry what would happen to us when I
moved on to live with Daniel. For the time being, I liked being with him as
much as I could.


Thanksgiving came. Daniel and I each spent it at our own homes. Michael had
to work.

The following Tuesday night, I was lying on my back watching Michael's butt
in the mirror as he dry-humped my hip and kissed my neck. We were trying to
decide whether to make love before going to sleep. Michael was casting his
vote.

"Sean," he said as he began playing with my balls (yes, he had discovered
what I liked), "they gave me off this coming weekend since I worked
Thanksgiving, and since you're not meeting Daniel this weekend, I was
wondering about something."

"Yes?" I had a ton of studying to do for the weekend. That was one of the
main reasons that Daniel and I weren't meeting. But Michael was such a
homebody. In all our time together, we had never gone on a date; not to a
movie, not to eat out. Of course I was broke most of the time.

"I was thinking of driving home for the weekend to see Flo, and wondered if
you would come with me."

Flo was what he called his Mom. Michael was an only child. His dad had died
when he was really small. Flo knew that Michael was gay.

She was the only relative I had ever heard him talk about. Michael wanted
to take me home to meet his mom? I did not want to read anything into the
invitation, but it struck me that it might be important to Michael that I
say yes. There would be hell to pay, getting all my work done.

Michael was from a little town about two hours east of San Antonio. "When
were you thinking of going and when were you thinking of coming back?" I
asked.

"I'd like to go Friday and come back Sunday. We could leave here as late as
you want and come back as early as you want."

"Playing with my balls like that is not fair," I observed. "You'll get me
to say yes to anything."

Michael scooted down between my legs and buried his face in my scrotum;
licking and nuzzling. Then he lifted my cock to one side to look up at
me. "Will you go with me then, please?"

"Can I take homework? Will you let me study in the car?"

"Yes. I'll even help you study if you want. I know. I'll lick your balls
while you read."

"Not while you're driving, you won't. But yes. I would like to go with
you."

Michael sprang up my body and gave me a huge kiss and hug. Then he held my
face in his hands, our noses touched, and he said, "I love you, Michael. I
know. I know. Daniel is your lover. But I love you and we'll have a good
time. You'll like Flo. Everybody does."

Daniel was a sweetheart when I told him about taking a weekend to meet
Michael's mom. I had been honest with Daniel about Michael all along. I
even told him that Michael had become a special friend, but I was always as
emphatic with Daniel as I was with Michael that I had only one lover,
Daniel.

Daniel trusted me. And I had told him enough about Michael that he
understood that it might be important for me to go.

We left Friday after my last class. Michael drove us in his car. True to
his word, he let me study, though he insisted I lay my head in his lap
while I read and he drove. We also talked. Michael liked talking, not
usually about anything important. It was the talking that was important.

Flo lived in a trailer park. It was a nice trailer park and her home was a
fairly new, double wide. It had a large kitchen open to a living
room/den. There was a master bedroom off the den along with two bedrooms
and a bath off a hall to the back. The furniture was comfortable;
everything was neat and tidy; and there were several little decorations and
pictures that made it Flo's.

Flo was a little older than my mom; a short woman whose face was wrinkled
from years of broad grins. She had the same curly mop of hair as Michael
and shared a quiet demeanor. But her welcome was warm and she gave me a
hug.

Later, when she had sat us at the kitchen table and poured us each coffee,
she reached across the table and gave my hand a squeeze. "Sean, you're the
first friend Michael has ever brought to visit from San Antonio. I'm glad
you came."

Michael was blushing. She smiled on him and gave his hand a squeeze as
well. "So, Sean," she said, taking a sip of her coffee, "Michael is very
selective in his friends. You must be special. Michael says you are. I'd
ask you to tell me about yourself, but Michael already has told me quite a
bit," she smiled. "Do your parents know you are gay?"

I sprayed the coffee I was sipping out over my cup. Flo quickly handed me a
dish towel and I cleaned myself and the table up. "Damn, Flo," I said, "You
sure are direct."

She gave me a broad grin. "Michael and I have been each other's best friend
for a long time. We're honest with each other. For example," she sipped her
coffee, "I know you two boys have been sleeping together and that Michael
is in love with you."

Michael was almost scarlet with embarrassment. Flo leaned back and looked
sharply at me. "Do you love him?"

"Mom," Michael protested. "I told you. I told you he has a lover he grew up
with. We're just good friends."

Flo was looking at me, sizing me up. I liked her. "I love Michael, Flo," I
answered, "and as more than a friend. But I've been careful from the
beginning to make sure that he understood that there is a boy I have had a
special relationship with since the summer before our third year in high
school. I had hoped to move up to be at UT with him next semester, but now
it looks like it will be next year."

She continued to study my face and watched it carefully as she asked, "And
what happens to Michael then?"

"Mom!" Michael frowned angrily at her and turned to me, "She's always been
a little blunt, Sean, but honestly, never this blunt."

I looked at Flo as I answered Michael, "She's your Mom, Michael. She's just
looking out for you." Then I spoke to Flo, "I don't know, Flo. I honestly
don't. I don't normally worry about how long I can be friends with someone
before I become friends with them."

"Have you had many friends like Michael?" she asked.

I looked her in the eye, "Only one."

Holding my gaze, she said to Michael, "I think you've picked a good one,
Michael."

"And I think I know where he got his 'pickiness', Flo," I said.

She grinned. "Well, Sean, you be my friend, too. OK? I have a feeling you
boys will be friends a long time." Flo got up and as she walked to the
refrigerator, she said, "And I wouldn't worry too much about the future,
boys. Things have a way of working out. She opened the refrigerator door,
"What do you two want for supper?"

That weekend, Flo and I became friends. Like Michael, she liked talking and
we did quite a bit of that. Flo was a good conversationalist, asking
questions about my family, my interests, my career hopes; filling in the
gaps from what Michael had told her. And at night, Michael and I tried to
be very quiet as we made love.

On the ride back to San Antonio, I tried desperately to get my reading
done. It was hard not to be aware though of Michaels frequent, fond looks
in my direction. I had definitely scored a hit.


DECEMBER

There was a message at the dorm that Ryan had called and gave me a time to
call him back. I waited, though it was hard. I hoped everything was
alright. I called when Ryan said to. He answered.

Ryan asked me how I was doing. How school was. He was beating around the
bush. "Ryan," I asked.  "Is everything OK? Why the call?"

He was silent a moment, then it all came out in a torrent. He, David, and
their Dad had been getting counseling from my Dad's pastor and Ryan had
found religion. He did not put it that way, but that was the bottom
line. That morning, at church Ryan had "made a decision," as he put it.

It was evidently life changing for him. He sounded genuinely enthused and
happy. It was hard not to be happy for him. I was never sure how much the
things that David had done with him, or for that matter, the things I had
done with him, had affected him. Hell, I had even prayed for the kid
myself.

But when he began to try to preach to me, I asked how David was doing.

"OK," Ryan said, sounding reluctant to change the subject. "I think he was
getting ready to run away again, but then my Dad...well my Dad became a
Christian. He's been really different lately. He and David are getting
along better."

I found myself feeling sorry for David. He and I definitely had some things
in common.

Ryan wanted to talk more about religion. I did not want to argue with
Ry. Especially not if he was really happy. "Look, Ry," I said, "I've been
out of town this weekend and I have a ton of school work to get done. Can
we talk more later?"

"Sure, Sean. I'll be praying for you."

And I thought, "Dad, what have you done to that family."

Tom elucidated that week for me. "The terror of the true believer," he
said. "They've got the truth and they're hell bent to make sure everybody
gets it. I'm a true believer in scotch. That's why I make sure you have
some too."


That next week, Roger came to town. He had a four day conference at the
convention center. He had let me know in October about the trip and made me
promise him two nights. I was grateful because I knew that Roger probably
had conference activities and friends he could be with those nights. I was
grateful because I would get to see Roger.

Sunday night he called. "Do I still get my two evenings with you, Sean?" he
asked.

"I've been counting on it."

"Is there something you would like to do?"

"I didn't know how much time you would have."

"All evening, Tuesday and Thursday."

"Well, the symphony is having a concert of English composers I've wanted to
go to." I did not say that I had not been able to afford concerts.

"Who are English composers?"

"Oh, guys like Britton and Van Williams."

"Van Williams doesn't sound like a British name."

"Well, he was. Did a lot with string choirs. Really good stuff."

"OK. Buy the tickets and I'll pay you back when I come. And make them good
seats, Sean. If you like English composers, I don't want you listening from
the balcony."

I was very grateful when Roger remembered to pay me back. He even gave me a
little extra, telling me to "keep the change."

The first night, Roger just took me to supper, where he asked about my
knee, my health, my classes. He was interested in my writing and I told him
about my mentoring sessions with Tom. And we talked about Daniel and
Mary. Before I left for the night, Roger wanted to know if there was
anything I needed, and I believe he would have bought me whatever I might
have mentioned.

Thursday night, we ate a quick supper before the concert. After the concert
I took Roger back to his hotel. On the way he said, "Now that I know you
like scotch, can I treat you to one in the bar before you go back to the
campus?" Then he frowned, "You can still drive after just one, right? I
hadn't thought about you driving."

"I'm fine after just one," I assured him.

The hotel bar was fairly quiet. Roger and I sat in a back booth. He told me
about his recent work and how much he enjoyed heading up a psychology
department. Then his tone grew serious. "Sean, have you ever heard anything
about Kaposi's Sarcoma or GRID? Or something they're starting to call
AIDS?"

"Is that the disease that's killed some gays on the west coast?"

"It's no longer just the west coast, Sean. And no one really knows the
etiology, how it works. I've told Daniel, and I'm going to tell you, be
careful."

I looked at him questioningly. Did he mean no sex? "How do you mean, 'be
careful'?"

"Well, limit your exposure. A lot of gay men live a pretty promiscuous
lifestyle. If you and Daniel will confine your sexual activities to each
other, you should be alright. Right now, they believe the disease is
probably passed through sexual contact. But it wouldn't hurt to avoid large
groups of gays."

I nodded.

"And I told Daniel, if either of you have had sex with someone else, you
should probably wear condoms when you have relations."

"This is something to be really worried about?" I asked.

"At least until they figure out what is causing the disease and can work on
a cure, yes. I would worry about it."

The next day I drove up for my weekend with Daniel. Before leaving for
Austin, I bought condoms.

Daniel and I ate that night at a Chinese Food place I really liked. I had
tried to talk him into cheap fast food I could afford, but as usual, Daniel
insisted. Each week, I was becoming more and more acutely aware of my
poverty. Though Granddad paid for my schooling, he gave me no money. Dad
gave me a small allowance and I had recently begun a little work-study
(actually doing go-for work for Tom) that paid a little. But I thought more
and more about getting a job.

As we ate, we talked about Roger's advice. I told Daniel, "I really don't
want to have to wear condoms when we're together."

"Yeah. I know."

I suggested, "How about if we wear condoms whenever we're with anybody
else. Then we shouldn't need to when we're together? Right?"

"Yeah." Daniel nodded in agreement. "That sounds good. What about Michael?"

"Well, I need to talk to him. I don't think Michael's had a lay with anyone
else since I've known him. If he is only having sex with me, then he and I
shouldn't need condoms either. What do you think?"

"Yeah. That sounds OK if he'll agree to it. I've told you about Kevin,
right?"

"The Alliance president? Your left-hand man?"

He grinned. "Yeah, Kevin. He and I get it on fairly often. I'll have a talk
with him like you're going to have with Michael. If Kevin is going to mess
around with others, he'll need to wear a condom with them or when he's with
me. Sound OK?"

"Yeah. And both of us are going to sample fewer chocolates, right?"

Daniel took a deep sigh. "Yeah. Guess it's time for a diet. But then you
and I are going to need to get together more weekends."

And we did; three weekends between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

The week following my conversation with Daniel, I sat Michael down. I told
him what Roger had told me. "Michael, I will tell you what Daniel and I
decided. We agreed to be careful about having sex with anyone else, and if
we ever do, we agreed to wear a condom. That way, we figure we will
probably be safe together without one."

Michael had an unhappy look.

"But," I said, "We also agreed together that if you promised to wear a
condom if you ever have sex with anyone other than me, then you and I can
continue to make love without one."

Michael still had an unhappy look. "How many people do you think I'm having
sex with anyway?"

"Now Michael, I didn't think you have had sex with anyone else lately, but
I always thought that was your business."

"How many guys have you had sex with?"

"We're talking about from now on."

He raised his eyebrows. "So how many guys have you been having sex with?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, "Like Lenny or Eric have never snuck in here some night
when I wasn't around."

"No they haven't, you dick...well at least not since you and I met. And
just how much sex do you think those guys are getting, anyway?"

"Well I figured Lenny for a bit," I laughed.

"Sometimes, Sean, you're really dense. Oh yeah, guys have always been glad
to fuck Lenny or get a blow-job from him, but he got tired of just being
used. Since he quit turning tricks, he doesn't get much sex. How many guys
do you think there are who get really serious about a drag queen,
especially one as crazy as Lenny? Haven't you noticed that not even Richard
has been around lately? Haven't you noticed how many nights Lenny is home?"

He put his hands on his hips, "Maybe I should be making you wear condoms."

I felt like a heel. "Maybe I should look for a condom for my mouth," I
said.

Michael reluctantly broke into a grin. "They have them, you know. They're
called dental dams." He stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around my
waist. He was smiling as he looked up at me. "I guess we needed to have
this conversation, Sean. I'm sorry." He laid his head on my shoulder. "I
promise to wear a condom if I have sex with anyone else." He was quiet a
moment. "Did you have anybody in mind?"

I swatted him.

In a way, that conversation set the stage for something that happened
Wednesday morning the following week. Michael and I woke together and
walked naked toward the kitchen. We were horsing around on the way and I
tackled Michael into the couch in the living room. As we wrestled naked,
the wrestling turned to love making.

Before long, I was sitting at one end of the couch. Michael was in my lap,
back to me, riding my cock. He was kneeling over me, on the couch and
riding up and down off his shins; while I roamed his back and butt with my
hands.

That's when Lenny walked out of his room wearing a robe. We all froze. Then
Lenny said, "Damn." Then he said, "Damn," again. He stood looking at
us. Michael moved slowly up and down.

Finally, Lenny said, "Nobody bothers you boys when you're back in your
bedroom, but if you're going to do this in PUBLIC AREAS, then I get to suck
something!" He dropped his robe to the floor and dove for Michaels cock. He
had a firm grip on it before either of us could protest, even if we
wanted. And Michael's moans made it sound like he didn't mind one bit.

I absently wondered whether we were supposed to wear condoms for oral sex
as we all began to move together.

Lenny rose, climbed on the couch beside us, and bent over Michael's lap. I
marveled again at Lenny's body. I don't know much about muscle to bone
ratios, but Lenny had no fat and outstanding musculature for someone who
did not look that big with clothes on. And damn he had a cock. I could not
resist running my hand over his back and sides. I reached to feel his
smooth butt. Then I took that magnificent cock into my hand and slowly
began to pump.

It took some work, but I was able to lean and bend and work my legs over
the end of the couch while Michael was bouncing in my lap. I moved my upper
body under Lenny's and took his cock into my mouth. I might have been able
to deep throat the length, but the girth gagged me. I held his hip with one
hand to keep him from pumping too deeply and jacked him with my other hand
while I licked swirls on his crown.

Lenny made fast work of Michael, bringing him to climax much faster than
usual for Mike. After he licked him clean, I heard Lenny ask Michael, "Let
me lick him clean?" Michael patted Lenny's back and rose up off my
cock. Lenny's mouth quickly replaced it. We adjusted into a sixty-nine
position with Lenny on top.

He was good. He wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and took the
rest into his throat. Each time he bobbed his head up, he twisted with his
mouth in one direction and his hand in the other. With his other hand, he
rubbed down between my legs and into my crack.

Lenny was going to finish me off as quickly as he had Michael. I began
using the same treatment on him. His big balls were in an incredibly soft
scrotum. I played with them while I used the other hand for cock twisting.

He started cuming right before I did and did not finish until after I
had. I drank a gallon of cum for breakfast. It was thick and only mildly
salty. I figured there were oceans of little swimmers in my belly.

Lenny drew his hands up my body as he knelt up. "Not bad, Sean-honey. But
you could use some training. I'd be glad to give you a hand."

I was trying to get his still hard cock out of my mouth without scraping a
layer of skin off with my teeth. Michael answered for me. "He's my pupil,
Lenny. I'm training him."

Lenny got up off the couch and wiggled his undeniably fantastic butt at us,
"You boys want to shower with me?"

After what we had just done, we definitely needed to shower, but I was
afraid of what Lenny had in mind. I looked questioningly at Michael. He
shrugged. "Sure."

We headed to Lenny's bathroom since it had a shower stall. Lenny got the
water going and the three of us crowded in. Lenny soaped up and his hands
were soon all over our bodies, scrubbing us clean. It was damn tight in the
shower, and we were all coming up hard. I decided the way to regain control
of the situation would be to turn off the hot water.

When I did, Michael exploded out of the shower and I was right after
him. "Sean!" Lenny cried after us. I stopped. I was surprised. Lenny
sounded really disappointed. There was hurt in his voice. Struck with
sudden guilt, I grabbed Mike's hand and walked us back to the shower.

"I'm sorry, Lenny," I said. "Sorry to have spoiled the mood."

Lenny pouted, but after we climbed back into the shower with him, he
gradually picked up where he left off. Lenny looked at me as he very
deliberately aimed the shower head off to the side. By the time he had our
bodies well soaped, we were all three rampantly horny.

We began a sort of three-way rubbing dance. Lenny's butt found its way to
my front and I began rubbing my cock up and down his crack. At the same
time, I reached around with my left hand and began stroking him. With my
right arm, I pulled Michael's body to my side. He rubbed his cock up and
down against my hip. Lenny turned off the water before it could run cold.

By the time we had brought off each other again, it was a scramble for
Lenny to get to work and me to class. But Lenny kissed both Michael and I
sweetly before he left. I pinched his butt and he squealed.

Once Lenny was gone, I took Michael into my arms for a good bye
hug. "Well," I asked, "do you think we're going to need to wear condoms
now?"

We each thought about it and shook our heads at the same time.


When the time came, I registered for the winter semester at Trinity. There
were just too many reasons to finish the year there.

Christmas was coming and I tried saving money for gifts. It was damned
hard. When I was with Daniel, he tried to pay for everything, but it still
cost me money for gas and other things. And there were other expenses; for
example, I still paid some for food at Michael's house.

I just had no money to give Christmas gifts. I thought briefly of giving
everyone fancy condoms, wrapped in fancy packages. Of course, that would
definitely not work for family.

I really needed a job. Or fewer friends. In the end, I pawned my
guitar. With what I had been able to save, I would have enough.


CHRISTMAS

For Michael, I bought a novel he wanted and a Van Williams CD. And I gave
him a small gift to take home to Flo. I gave Lenny and Eric each a little
something the last night I stayed over before leaving for home. They were
grateful, but Lenny did ask me if I had come into a sudden inheritance.

The next morning, Lenny was sitting at the table, finishing breakfast when
I got up from bed. I came into the kitchen in just my boxers.

Lenny gave me the thorough looking over that he always did when I had any
of my clothes off. "Morning, Sean, honey," he said. "Come give me a morning
hard-on...I mean kiss--oh, shame on me," he giggled.

I walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Baby, it's Christmas," he said sternly, "Do I need to go get me some
mistletoe? Give me a good, Christmas kiss."

Laughing, I bent and gave him a loving kiss on the lips. I did like the
guy. But Lenny was Lenny and he had a handful of my ass before I was done.

"Sugar," he said as he rose from the table to leave, "you just maaaaade my
day. Merry Christmas."

At the door he stopped and turned back, "Oh Sean. Where's your guitar? I
haven't seen it anywhere."

"Oh," I shrugged, trying to think what to say. "Back at school." Then, to
make it sound better, I added, "I thought I'd take it home at Christmas."

Lenny was looking right through me. "Uh huh," he said doubtfully, and left.


It was good to be back home. Christmas was good. The family liked the gifts
I gave them. And I had a chance to visit friends. One friend visited me.

Ryan came over Wednesday night when my family was at church. I was
surprised. "I thought you would be at church tonight," I said as I let him
in and gave him a shoulder hug.

""Normally, I would," he said. "But I wanted a chance to talk with you
alone, Sean."

>From the time he called my dorm, I figured sooner or later he would get me
cornered. Well, maybe I owed it to him. He was a good friend. I invited him
to a seat.

He sat on the edge of the couch. I took a chair. Ryan began with what I
recognized from my Dad's church as his "Personal Testimony." Then he moved
on to a little Bible thumping.

"How is David doing?" I asked when I had a chance to work in a word.

Ryan sighed impatiently. "He's like you, Sean. A little hard in the heart."

I raised my eyebrows. "You didn't always think I was hard in the heart," I
pointed out.

Ryan looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry, Sean. No, you've always been a
sweet guy.

"Well give David a break too," I said. "Just because you have suddenly
stumbled into sainthood doesn't mean the rest of us feel ready call
ourselves better than everyone else."

Ryan looked at me unhappily. "I wasn't saying that."

"Oh?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

He looked flustered. Then cocked his head and asked, "Would you be more
open to the Gospel if you weren't in love with Daniel."

"No." I answered simply.

"What if Daniel becomes a Christian?"

A brief wave of panic fluttered through my mind. Dismissing it, I thought
"Damn, I need to warn Daniel about this thirteen year old Billy Graham
headed his way."

I stood up, "Look, Ryan. I'm happy for you. I really am. We just aren't all
into the same things. OK? Want a soda?"

He nodded and followed me into the kitchen. When I handed Ry his soda, he
put it on the kitchen counter and grabbed me in a hug. The kid was hard. I
felt his erection against my leg. "Ryan?"

His hand moved to my crotch. "Ry," I said, gently, but firmly pushing him
away. "I don't think your body knows yet that you're a 'Christian.' You a
little mixed up?"

He shook his head, then nodded it.

"You know," I said, unwilling to take advantage of him, "If you really
believe all the things you told me in the other room, you're going to tear
yourself up inside if we do what your body wants."

He nodded reluctantly, "Thanks, Sean." Without another word, he left. He
also left me horny, but overwhelmingly pleased with my sheer...nobleness.

The next day, Ryan called to apologize and he thanked me again. "I really
do believe the things I told you, Sean."

"I believe you do, Ryan. Just take it a little slow with the rest of us,
OK?"

"Yeah."


I drove to Houston, to Daniel's house, to celebrate New Years and the
remainder of Christmas break. I bore gifts for Roger, Mary, and gave a
really nice sweater to Daniel.

When I passed out my gifts, Roger and Mary gave me one from them. The gift
was a pair of tickets to the Thursday concerts of the San Antonio symphony
for the remainder of the season. I could tell by the numbers and letters
that they were five pairs of really, really good tickets. I hugged both
Roger and Mary's necks. It was a wonderful gift.

And Daniel had a gift for me. "Do you remember," he asked, "saying that you
thought you might like to get into wildlife photography?"

I think I blushed, remembering the circumstances. "Yeah."

"Were you serious?"

"Well sure. Someday."

Daniel handed me two gift-wrapped boxes, saying, "This is really from all
of us. Open the larger one first."

The larger box contained a Canon 35mm SLR. A nice one. The smaller box
contained a high-powered zoom lens. I was stunned. The gifts lay in my lap
as I thought of how much they must have cost, how I could never give Daniel
such a gift unless I got a job, and I wondered whether I should even accept
them.

"Well?" Daniel asked. Roger and Mary were beaming at me.

I looked up at them. "Thank you," was all I could think to say. I must have
said it well. They all three smiled at me, and for the first time ever,
Daniel gave me a kiss on the lips in front of his parents. Then he gave me
a hug. It was a small kiss, but extended my stunning for several moments
more. Roger and Mary handled the kiss fine, and each gave me a hug in turn.

"Merry Christmas," they all said.

That night, in his bedroom, as soon as Daniel closed the door, I hugged his
body to mine and held him tightly. I buried my face in his shoulder, and
just held him.

After a while, Daniel said, "Well, I guess I'm feeling a little loved,
here."

Into his shoulder, I said, "I hope you are feeling loved a lot,
Daniel. But," and here I leaned back and looked into his face, "you guys
overdid it. Those were wonderful Christmas gifts. How can I ever repay
you?"

Daniel frowned at me; seriously frowned. "The idea, you asshole, was never
that you would 'repay' us. We love you, dickhead." He grabbed my face in
his hands, "I love you." He kissed me. Our bodies pressed together.

When the kiss ended, I said, "I have one more present for you in my bag."
Breaking from his embrace, I went to my bag and pulled out a package. He
liked the black silk boxers.

"And I have one for you," he said, handing me a package from a drawer. It
contained white silk boxers.

"Cool," I said. "Sort of a matched set."

"Well, you know what we have to do?"

"Try them on?"

"Yep," he said, stepping forward and pulling up my sweater.


The Sunday night I returned to school, I went over to Michael's as soon as
I had unloaded my bag at the dorm. I got warm hugs from everyone and we all
sat around sharing what we did and received for Christmas. I did not
mention the camera.

I had not planned to spend the night. When the time came for me to leave,
though, Michael asked me back to his room. "There is something you need to
see."

On his bed was my guitar, with a bow on it. My jaw dropped and I looked
wonderingly at Michael. "It wasn't me," he said. "Lenny figured out where
you got the money to give presents and checked a couple of pawn shops."

"But how much did he have to pay?" I asked amazed.

"He didn't say. And, he didn't want me to tell you who did it, but I think
you should know."

I nodded. "Do you think I should pay him back?" I asked, "I mean, I would
want to, but I already got in trouble once this Christmas when I talked
about trying to pay someone back."

"I think you could offer. But Sean, if he says 'No,' just be grateful and
accept it."

"OK," I nodded. That sounded good.

Lenny had gone back to his room. I knocked at the door. Michael stood
behind me. Lenny opened the door. I sprang a hug on him and a big kiss on
the lips. Then I held him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye, "Can
I pay you back?"

"Hell yes, you can pay me back, Sugar. But not with money. No, from now on,
I get a kiss from you whenever I ask for one; and it better be a good
kiss." I gave him one, along with another hug.

Then I leaned back and spoke it as the thought occurred to me, "Of all the
gifts I received this Christmas, Lenny, this was the..." suddenly my throat
constricted. I cleared it. My eyes watered. "This was the finest gift," I
said huskily.

Lenny put a hand to my cheek. "Sugar, give me another one of those kisses."

Before kissing Michael good night at the door, I asked him to see if he
could get me a job at the restaurant.


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