Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 22:02:18 -0500 From: Josh Subject: Sea Change, Pt 12 Only one more after this one, guys. Thanks for hanging in there with me. A reminder: I wish to retain all rights to this story. However, I am delighted to grant permission for Nifty or any other person or entity to publish this story as long as there is no charge to the reader and as long as now changes are made to the story. SEA CHANGE, Pt 12 When my grades arrived for my first semester, I had received a 4.0 out of 4. I felt really good about it. I had worked hard, except for Tom's class. I felt a little guilty pulling an "A" for scotch drinking. WINTER SEMESTER Nevertheless, I was pleased when I had Tom for my second semester as well. We both had come to the conclusion that I was not going to be the country's next great young novelist. But Tom and I had become friends and enjoyed our Thursday night meetings. I figured I would learn as much from Tom as I would in class. Besides, I could always use another "A" for scotch drinking. And Tom would work with me when I had tickets for a Thursday night concert. Oh, he would make me write. And he would shoot me down. "You just haven't suffered enough for your art," he had jokingly told me at the end of the first semester. So when he lit up a cigar (a Christmas gift) at our first meeting of the second semester, I complained, "So this is how you're going to make me suffer for my art?" "You're going to suffer," he said, putting his feet up on his desk and taking a long drag, "because I'm not going to give you a cigar of your own." "Suffering, upon suffering." "And if you keep criticizing my methods, I'm switching you to cheap scotch," he threatened. "Methods?" Before he could respond, I quickly held up an apologetic hand. Tom said, "If I don't make you suffer, you're just going to write more stories about fishing or queer love." "Gay love. Gay love," I corrected. "Queer. Gay." "And what's wrong with fishing stories?'Old Man and the Sea' was a fishing story. You like Hemingway." "You ain't Hemingway, kid." "So what? I've got to go fight in a Spanish Civil War to be able to write about fishing?" "Give me that glass. I'm switching you to the cheap stuff." Michael helped me get a job bussing tables at the restaurant. Not only did he get me the job, he helped make sure I would have every Thursday off and at least one weekend a month. That was really something, even for a restaurant which was use to working around student schedules. Michael thought I'd be waiting tables before long and assured me that I'd make good money on tips when I did. The job ate into my time, but I began to make money. That was a good feeling. I took Michael to the January Thursday concert and treated him to supper beforehand. (MacDonald's--I wasn't making that much yet.) It was our first real date. After the concert that night, we put on a Bolero CD to make love to. Daniel tried driving down one of the weekends I was working, but he did not like having to sit around waiting for me while I spent the day working Saturday, and we had little time Sunday morning before I had to be back on the job. He did not try that again. I tried driving up to Austin after work Saturday and coming back in time for work Sunday. That was hard and I only did it twice. In late January, Lenny demanded the first payment kiss since giving me my guitar. It was one night when we were in the kitchen arguing over all things, how to make an omelet. "You're making scrambled eggs," I told him. "That's now how you make an omelet." "I know how to make an omelet. This," he pointed into the frying pan, "is an excellent omelet." "It's scrambled eggs...with stuff in it." "It's an omelet, if I call it an omelet." "You can call night day," I said, "but that won't make the sun shine. And that is not..." Lenny clamped a hand over my mouth and looked defiantly into my eyes. "You know what? I want a kiss. Right now. I want one of my Christmas kisses." I laughed and started to lean to kiss him. Lenny stiff-armed me, "I want you to know something, Sean-honey. I want you to know that every time you even think about arguing with me about anything, I'm going to ask for a Christmas kiss. Every time you even think about arguing with me. You got that, Sugar?" Lenny had me. And I couldn't help grinning. I put an arm around his waist and one behind his back. I bent him over backward with a mouth open kiss, stuck my tongue down his throat, and I held him there. When I finally let him up, Lenny made a show of straightening his clothes and hair and asked breathlessly, "What would you like to argue about next?" In early February, I began waiting tables and did pretty well at it, if I say so myself. Almost immediately, I began to make great tips. One of the waitresses, a plain, fat girl, complained to the other servers that I only got great tips from women who thought I was cute. But I worked hard for my customers. Besides, it was men, too. February also marked six months that Michael and I had been friends. Truthfully, I had not even thought about it. One night Eric was out. I was sitting on the couch and Michael was lying with his legs in my lap while we watched TV. I was massaging Michael's calves and thinking about working up his thighs. Lenny came out of his room in a silk kimono type robe and full facial make-up. He had done the make-up well. His face was quite pretty. "Girls," he said in his Lettie falsetto as he slinked up to us, "I have a present for your semi-versary." Michael and I both looked up and asked in unison, "Semi-versary?" "Uh, huh. You two have been together--shut up Sean, we knooooow about Daniel--for six months now, and I have a special present." With his legs together, Lenny turned his knees to one side and sank gracefully into the seat opposite us. It was a very feminine way to sit down. "I am," he said, reclining, "A girl of many talents." He smiled and waited, I guess for us to ask. So I did, "What talents?" Lenny rose up and came to the couch where he knelt on the floor between Michael and me. In hushed tones he said, "I can take two cocks up my little love shoot, at the same time." Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Lenny took one of Michael's hands and one of mine and brought them together in his. "I would like to host a very special conjugal celebration for you two." Lenny had been trying to get me into bed for months. If this was his newest scheme, Lenny had gone off the deep end. It was downright weird. Kinky, but weird. "I didn't know that anyone could take two cocks up their butt," I said. "Sure, Honey," Lenny said, patting our hands. "You'll love rubbing your cock against Michael's in my little cock warmer." Michael's mouth was hanging open. I certainly did not want to hurt Lenny's feelings. As I thought about how to say "No," I found the idea actually growing on me. It was perversely intriguing. I wondered what Michael was thinking and looked at him. He still looked stunned. I wiggled his toes with my free hand. He looked at me and I gave him a "what now?" look. Lenny squeezed our hands. "Please? I promise you girls will love it." Michael put his other hand on Lenny's. "Give us a minute, OK?" he asked Lenny. "Sure, baby," Lenny patted our legs and stood up. "Ya'll come knock on my door when you decide." After he was in his room, Michael and I both giggled. "Damn," I said, "weird, huh?" "But sweet," Michael said. "I think he's really trying to be sweet, but I also think he must be horny as hell. This idea is a little desperate." "Do you want to do it?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess I sort of do," Michael confessed. I shrugged. "Hell, I'm game. I think Lenny needs a little rescuing. Sometime I'll have to tell you about my rescue talents." We knocked at his door and he opened it looking almost a little sad. I don't think he thought we would accept. We each grabbed one of his hands and led him toward Michael's room. I told him, "If we're going to do this...Baby...I want to watch in the mirror." Once in the room, we closed the door. Michael and I removed Lenny's robe. Under it, he had white leg stockings and black lace panties. The effect was not unattractive. We laid Lenny out on the bed while Michael and I undressed. "Do you have any condoms," I asked Michael as I suddenly remembered Roger's cautions. "Oh, no," Lenny cried out from the bed. "You boys won't be able to feel each other when you're inside if you wear those." Michael and I shared a questioning look. "Really," Lenny said, "Except for that time I had sex with you guys that day in the cold shower, I haven't had sex in aaages." "I guess it'd be OK," I said. "I don't have any condoms anyway. Do you?" Michael asked. "Not here." We shrugged at each other and finished undressing. Then we crawled into bed on either side of Lenny. We began a three way kiss and tongue wrestle while our hands began to feel each other up. It was so strange to be making love to a guy in make-up, but exciting. Lenny writhed under us. I looked up at the mirror above and admired his darker body under our two lighter ones. The reflection also contrasted Lenny and my muscular forms, with Michael's more boyish one. Michael and I each took one of Lenny's stockings and began peeling them off, kissing down the inside of Lenny's legs as we did. Our mouths met again at Lenny's panties where we mouthed his hard cock through them. We peeled back the panties and began licking and sucking while Lenny moaned, writhed, and rubbed his own nipples. We pulled the panties on down and off. We moved up to kiss Lenny's face while we rubbed his big cock and balls. "How do you want to do this?" I asked Lenny. "One of you sweet boys has to loosen me up first." He turned to me, "Will you do that for me, Sean?" I looked over at Michael, "Sure." "Then, once I'm good and loose we can do like a sandwich with one of you on the bottom, me in the middle and the other on top, OK?" Michael and I each kissed one of his cheeks. Lenny looked at me and pulled up his knees. Michael handed over the lube. I knelt at Lenny's butt and lubed him and then my cock. As I put my cock at his hole and began to push in, Lenny spread his legs wide and reached up to pull me hungrily down onto him. Lenny had me wrapped in his arms and legs before I knew what hit me. I could swear his butt sucked me in as he pushed up to receive me. His mouth sought mine and I was swallowed up by one hell of a sex-starved boy. The sensations were incredible. His tight muscular body was more than a match for mine. His thick cock lay like a log between our hard bellies. His lips were thick and soft. His mouth was hot and tasted of mint and sweat saliva. Our bodies were pressed hard together in his clutching arms and legs, all the way up to our pecs which we rubbed hard together. His ass was hard and the muscles of his sphincter were strong. He clamped down on me as I pulled all the way out to my crown before plunging back in. I had never had such a muscular, strong body under mine; especially one that could move like Lenny's was moving. He was fucking me as much as I was fucking him. We both began to moan and make little cries. My balls pressed his butt as we came together. His cock was wearing a groove in my gut. Our mouths released each other as our breathing grew harder. Lenny rolled us onto my back. He began fucking my belly with his cock while his butt pulled the length of my cock along with him. All while, he was kissing my face and lips. His arms remained tightly wrapped around my back. In the mirror, his muscular body moved over mine more seductively than any body I had ever watched before. It excited me that that body was moving on me. I was seriously worried about cuming before Michael ever had a chance to get in. "Oh, Lenny," I panted, "You've got to slow down. It's too hot." Michael was lying beside us, stroking. "Go ahead and cum, Sean," he said with a sex thickened voice. "You're always good for at least two orgasms." Lenny took that as a green light to step up his pace even faster. I pulled my feet up to my butt and used them for leverage to push myself harder and deeper into Lenny each time he rocked back. Michael began to run a hand over my legs and cupped my bouncing balls. That did it. I reached up Lenny's back to grab his shoulders and pulled down on him hard as I cried out and shot a terrific load. Lenny never even slowed down. And I never had a chance to get the least bit soft. As Lenny continued an almost ruthless rape of my belly with his cock, I told Michael, "You might as well put it in. I'm not getting soft and I don't think Lenny's gonna stop." "Just long enough for you to put it in, Sugar." Lenny paused. "Just push your cock hard against Sean's and slide on up it." Michael knelt with his legs outside both of ours to get him low enough. I felt him press the end of his cock against the base of mine. The pressure increased as Michael began to push his cock into Lenny's hole. Lenny gasped. I rubbed Lenny's back, trying to sooth him. The pressure on the underside of my own cock from the underside of Michael's was pretty hard, but pleasant for me. It took a while for Michael to work in. I could tell he had made it all the way when I felt his balls on mine. Then Michael began moving. His cock slid against the length of mine, but the pressure remained strongest at Lenny's sphincter. I held pretty still. If Michael and I accidentally pulled out of Lenny at the same time, I would not want to put Lenny back through getting us both in together again. The feeling was pleasant, but I decided I would rather just fuck, regular style. As I lay fairly still and Michael did most of the work, I became aware of Lenny nestling into my body. Despite having two cocks stuffed up his butt, I sensed he enjoyed being in a man's arms again. So I wrapped mine tighter around him. Lenny spread his legs on either side to lower himself even flatter onto me. His arms wrapped around under my shoulders. He kissed me less desperately than before, but no less sensually. And his body moved over mine just enough for us to feel each other with the skin of our torsos. His skin was smooth and very tight over the muscles of his body. Lenny's scent was masked by perfume and his makeup, but beneath it I smelled thick musky undertones of boy heat. And it made me harder. Lenny may have been effeminate, but it was a hard, muscular boy's body on mine and my body thrilled to it. Michael's pace was quickening. I looked down on Michael from the mirror overhead. I could see his butt pulling back out every time I could feel him sliding up and down my cock. Lenny's dark muscular back wrapped in my lighter arms looked damn sexy but less comfortable than it felt. Lenny in my arms was surprisingly comfortable. Michael's cum pumped out warm onto my cock. He pumped through a long orgasm and past. Then he pulled out and rolled onto his side at the side of the bed. That freed Lenny and I up to begin moving again. We began slowly. As our pace quickened, I rolled us onto Lenny's back and reached up under his back to grab his shoulders. Lenny felt so good under me, I wanted it to last. I knew Lenny had good staying power. Michael's hands began to roam my back and butt. Lenny and I must have looked really hot because Michael did something he hardly ever did. He lubed my butt and knelt behind me. I slowed my thrusting to let Michael in. While I let Michael drive my thrusts into Lenny with his own, I kissed Lenny and let him rub his cock up against my belly. Michael bent his body down over mine and pressed me in a sandwich of flesh and sweat. I kept my cock to the hilt in Lenny and ground as Michael's thrust pulsed through our connection. Michael's cock began rubbing against my prostrate filling me pleasurably, but I wanted to cum going full throttle into Lenny. I didn't want to cum so passively. I clenched my butt hard, distracting myself with a little pain while giving Michael a little push toward his own orgasm. I looked at our reflection in the mirror behind the bed. Michael's eyes were closed and his face was rhapsodic. He did not look to be in any hurry. So I began moving more and Lenny responded. Michael slowed and seemed happy to ride and let me do the work. And work I did, lifting both Michael's body and mine with each thrust. Lenny worked, too. Our bodies pressed themselves together at Lenny's butt with force on every beat. Lenny reached between our bodies and began stroking his cock rapidly. He was ready to cum. I picked up speed and tightened my ass more gently on Michael's cock; this time for my own pleasure. Michael slid his body farther up onto mine. It had the happy effect of putting more pressure on my prostate. Lenny and I came together, the throbbing of my cock stimulated his butt which clenched, stimulating my cock, which throbbed more. We froze with his butt high and my cock buried ball deep in him, and shot our loads in almost an agony of ecstasy. Our bodies relaxed and flattened. Michael began moving again. As Lenny and I rested in each other's arms, Michael came in me and collapsed onto our heap. When Michael's cock softened and slipped out of me, he rolled off. My cock had softened and slipped out of Lenny and I rolled off onto my side next to Lenny. Lenny put an arm around each of our shoulders and pulled us close. "Happy Semi-versary," he said. "A truly seminal event," I said, but nobody chuckled. We asked Lenny to sleep with us that night. Michael and I discussed it later. Besides being a likeable guy, and pitiably unattached, Lenny was, to put it bluntly, an undeniably incredible fuck. We decided we might welcome him to our bed again sometime. I just wasn't sure how I would explain this one to Daniel. In March, I did something that I thought at the time was very brave. I took Lenny to a symphony concert. At Michael's urging, I brought a red carnation when I picked up Lenny. I do not know what I expected, but I did not expect Lenny in a dress shirt, tie, and nice suit. He was beautiful. I put the carnation in his lapel. He gave me a kiss. He behaved so well and looked so elegant at the concert, I felt guilty for ever having worried about taking him out in public. I even took him out for late burgers after. Because of all the camp and the make up, it was not always easy to see the real Lenny. Lenny was sharp and insightful, at least where people were concerned. But he was also needy. Like Michael, Lenny was raised by his Mom. Lenny never told me what happened to his dad, or even if he ever knew him. His mom evidently worked through a succession of boyfriends, some of whom abused Lenny. At some point, for whatever deep reasons, Lenny decided that he was a woman, trapped in a man's body. "I'm saving for the operation," he told me as we ate. "What operation?" I asked. Lenny leaned closer, "You know, Baby. The one to make me a woman." I was appalled. "Lenny," I hissed, "don't you dare cut that thing off. There are guy's who'd die for one like you've got." "They can have it, Sugar. I know you don't want it," he gave me a coquettish look, "not with what you have." I was still semi-horrified. "What do they do when they, you know..." I asked. Lenny leaned forward again, "Well first, Honey, they put you on hormone treatments. I'm going to start those soon. Then they do breast implants--I think I'll get a big set of those--and then they do a little nip and tuck down below." "But Lenny," I protested, "you have one of the finest male bodies I have ever seen." Then I leaned closer and protested, "And your equipment, Lenny. You can't cut that off. You just can't." Lenny gave me a skeptical glance. "Well some girls like me are just doing the hormones and the boobs. They're calling themselves 'shemales.' How do you think I'd look with some rounder hips and a set a boobs?" he arched his back and thrust out his chest for my imagination. "What if I just did that?" I tried to imagine what he described. "On a hard body like yours?" "The treatments take care of the hardness, Honey. At least some." Remembering how pretty Lenny's face was made up, I tried to think of his body feminized, but with his magnificent cock and balls. "It could be hot," I decided. "Definitely hotter than if you cut off your," I leaned closer, "Outstanding feature." Lenny smiled at me. "For you, Sean-Honey, I might just leave it on." Later, at his door, I kissed Lenny good night and went back to the dorm. Somehow, it would not seem right to go from a date with Lenny to bed with Michael. It was a night for Lenny and I left it at that. Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder was guilty, at least in the short term, of gross understatement. Daniel had some gay rights meeting in Indiana my one free week end at the end of January. It was not until almost the end of February that I could drive up to Austin. Daniel and I went six weeks without seeing each other; our longest time apart ever. We kept up with at least one phone call a week. And in those phone calls, Kevin's name came up at least as often as Michael's. I was a little worried. The Friday I drove up to Austin, the Alliance was having a mixer. I would get to meet Kevin. Daniel and I arranged to just meet at the mixer. Finding the building, a converted house, was easier than finding Daniel in the building. Every room was crowded with an amazing variety of guys, including a couple that made Lenny look tame. I had been looking through rooms for a few minutes (and getting felt up along the way) when there was a general call to people to come to a large room that had been a living room/dining room. Everybody pressed in. I was toward the back. A smiling, sandy-haired guy struggled to keep from pushing too hard into me. He held out his hand to shake. "My name's Brian," he said over the noise of the crowd. "Sean," I said, taking his hand. Gays, when they know they're shaking another gay's hand always give such good hand shakes. We both smiled. "I haven't seen you around," he said. "I'm up from San Antonio," I told him. I was about to explain why when Daniel entered the other end of the room. He was walking beside a fair skinned, tall and handsome boy with long black hair. From Michael's descriptions I knew that boy had to be Kevin. He was far better looking than Daniel had let on. His hair was striking, thick with a sheen that caught the light. His eyes were blue and wide set. His lips were so red, I wondered at first if he was wearing lipstick. Both Daniel and Kevin stepped up onto a small raised platform at that end of the room. Kevin put his arm possessively over Daniel's shoulders and pulled him close as he welcomed everyone to the Alliance mixer. Brian leaned close and spoke softly into my ear, "Beautiful, aren't they? They're our UT gay royalty, sort of the King and Queen of the Queens. Or make that the Queen and Queen," he chuckled. "The beautiful blond is Daniel and the long black mane is Kevin. Don't they look hot?" I suddenly did not like Brian. Daniel caught my eye and smiled, waving. Brian turned in surprise to me, "Was he waving at you? Do you know Daniel?" "Yeah," I answered. "I know Daniel." As soon as the greetings were completed, Daniel grabbed Kevin's hand and headed my way. Somebody stopped Kevin, but Daniel kept coming. I worked toward him. When we met, he threw his arms around me, pressed our bodies together, and gave me a burn-the-house-down kiss that drew a couple of appreciative exclamations from those close by. Damn he felt and smelled good. While we were still embraced, Daniel spoke into my ear, "We don't have to stay long if you don't want to, but let me show you off a little first." He put his arm around my waist and began leading me around to meet various people. To each, he said, "I want you to meet my lover, Daniel." I put my arm around Daniel's waist as well. We finally came up on Kevin. He was a couple of inches taller than me and even more striking up close. The pants he wore cupped his hard looking butt and lifted an obviously full package for display. He greeted me with a warmth that was not reflected in his eyes. We shook hands, and he held on to mine while he told me how glad he was to finally meet me. Somebody called Daniel away, leaving just Kevin and I. He released my hand and crossed his arms. Kevin looked me over from head to toe and back. He gave me a long looking over. Then he stepped closer. "He loves you, you know. Very much." I nodded. "Well, after meeting you, it's obvious why I can't compete" Kevin said. I was surprised. The guy was drop-dead gorgeous. I guess my face showed my surprise. "Daniel never told me what a knock out you are. He just always talked about what a great guy you were." He looked me over again, staring pointedly at my crotch, and gave me a half-smile, "maybe we can all be friends together sometime." He uncrossed his arms and gently grabbed my shoulders, one in each hand. Leaning close, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "I hope to get to know you better, Sean." He lightly brushed my crotch with his. Then he kissed my cheek again and moved past me to greet someone else. Kevin obviously was accustomed to turning guys on. I was not sure why, but he had just turned me off. Daniel found me again and took my hand. "Where ever you want to go," he said. Daniel was aglow. He was too happy, having too much fun to want to drag him away. So I stayed with him and met his friends, all half-million. As we visited around, I kept an eye on Kevin. I certainly didn't mind his occasional winks at Daniel and even at me. But I did not think much of the way his hand found so many butts and his lips so many cheeks. Things finally broke up about the time the bars would get going. Kevin stopped before leaving to give Daniel a particularly long kiss good bye, and then gave me a body hug and kiss on the cheek. Daniel and I stayed to help with clean up. As we were walking out the front door, Daniel grabbed me by the waist and pulled my side against his. He turned a beaming face on me. "I love you so much. I've sure missed you." Putting my arm over his shoulder, I told him, "You have no idea how much it meant to me to have you introduce me around to your friends. I wish I had more friends to show you off to." "Well, you know I've asked to meet Michael and Lenny." "Daniel, you know why I haven't wanted to do that. I think it would be so hard on Michaela. He just doesn't hold a candle to you." "And maybe you underestimate Michael. The more you've told me about him, the more I think I would really like to meet him." We reached the car and Daniel pushed my back up against it, pinning my body with his. He looked both ways and kissed me. Then, still holding me pinned against the car he said, "You know what I'm dying to find out. Have you gotten an answer?" "Yeah," I grinned. "I told you that the manager has a soft spot for me. She said business will be down during Spring Break with all the students out of town. I can have it off." "YES!" Daniel cried out. "Both weekends too?" "Yep. Weekends too. But I have to tell you that Michael helped talk her into it by saying he would be glad to work extra off the clock if she got in a bind. I offered to do the same for him sometime." "See. I need to meet Michael. Are you sure it's not me who would be intimidated?" I grabbed his butt with both hands. "I think I need to spank you later." "Been hanging around with cowboys again?" he grinned, then said, "OK, I've got two choices for you for Spring Break." "Oh? I thought we would decide together what we would do when we found out how much time I had. You've already narrowed my choices down to two?" Our cocks were getting hard in our pants. He pressed his harder against mine, "Yeah. Want to hear them?" "Sure, but you know I really don't care what we do as long as we're together." "OK. Choice one. Dad is willing to pay our way to Cancun." "Mexico?" "Yeah. Cool, huh?" "Way cool. What else would you even consider?" He smiled at me and leaned back from our waists to fix my eye. "You still interested in wildlife photography?" "You know I am." Daniel rubbed his cock again on mine. "I've been talking to the twins..." "No, Daniel. I want to be just us." "Hold on. Hold on. I've been talking to the twins about the hunting lodge we stayed at. The hunting season is over. You know the company that owns the lease is here in Austin. I went by and met with them and they're fine with us using the lodge for spring break for wildlife photography. They just warned me that the fridges have been cleared out and turned off." "Cool." "It gets better. The twin's uncle is taking his family to the beach for spring break the same week. If we can get there early enough Friday, he'll wait and give us the keys to the ranch. We'll have the whole place to ourselves." "No twins?" "Their school doesn't take a spring break. They did hint around about the second weekend. They offered to come Saturday night and stay over Sunday to give the keys back to their uncle if we want to get on back. So you've got a choice. The beach at Cancun or a ranch and hunting lodge to ourselves." I sure knew my preference, but asked, "What do you want to do?" "Be with you. So. What do you want to do?" "Really? It doesn't matter to you?" He looked at me for a moment. "I think, Sean, that it's one time when we both would really like the same thing." "The ranch?" I asked hesitantly. He grinned. "I told Dad that's what you would go for." "And you'd take the ranch over Cancun?" "Why the hell do you think I went to all the trouble to arrange it?" I hugged him hard and was kissing him passionately when a guy walked by looking us up and down. "Guess we out to get going," I observed. "I want to go right to the hotel. They've got room service and we can eat later," Daniel said. "Right now I need you bad." He gave me a final grind. Especially since we had not been out together for weeks, Daniel was flush with money. We stayed high up in a downtown hotel. Later that night, after we had made love once and eaten, we walked naked out onto the balcony and looked out toward Town Lake. It was bitterly cold that high up. Daniel hugged my naked body from behind with his in an effort to stay warm. "Daniel?" I asked, "Are you and Kevin using condoms? "You know we aren't. He promised to always use condoms with anyone else." "Are you sure he does, because I'm pretty sure there must be a few 'anyone else's." Daniel chuckled. "Yeah, he goes after anybody good looking. But he wears condoms." "And you're sure because...?" "Because he's president of the Gay Alliance. We're into health issues now and promoting safe sex. He's a leader and he preaches it as much as anybody. He's even had me wear condoms a couple of times." "Oh? When did you do that?" He thought a second. "Well I guess it's whenever I'm on top. Usually he's the one on top." "Yeah. He struck me as a top," I nodded, then asked, "He doesn't wear condoms but wants you to?" "Well I assume it's because he's sure about himself sticking to our promise, but not about me." "Daniel, I don't think I'd assume anything with him. Make him start wearing condoms, too. OK." "That's probably a good idea." "It's not an idea. If you and I are going to continue without condoms ourselves, we need to be sure to keep each other safe. I want you safe. OK?" He kissed the back of my neck. "OK. You ready to go in? It's so cold; my balls have disappeared into my body." "You can disappear them into my body if you want," I wiggled back against him. SPRING BREAK Friday before Spring Break, I packed my car in the morning with all my gear including my guitar, camera, and rolls and rolls of film. I also packed a little surprise for Daniel. For once, I intended to be adventurous. It was that kind of surprise. I skipped my afternoon classes; I had A's going in both. Daniel was set to go when I got there. He had a couple of bags and winked when he told me he had packed a couple of surprises. I wondered if he had found camo thongs. And I did not mention that I, too, had a surprise. We were going to be early to the ranch. Early enough that we stopped to buy groceries in Marble Falls. We had brought a couple of ice chests, but intended to turn on the refrigerators at the lodge, and so were unrestrained in our purchases of meat and dairy. As we were shopping along the dairy case there was a cute young guy stocking cheese. He had on western jeans that were tight on his long legs. His butt was pushed high and firm because of the high heels of his western boots. He looked to have a good build. His short brown hair had gold highlights. And he had a broad, honest, and totally attractive face. Daniel and I both were checking him out and distractedly reached for the butter at the same time. As Daniel and I both picked up a box, we looked at each other, and broke out laughing; the same thought had occurred to each of us. The guy turned to look at us as Daniel grinned at me and said, "Let's take both boxes. We'll probably need it." Being friendly, the young stocker, said, "Yeah everybody loves butter. I really like butter sandwiches, myself." Now I don't mean to indicate that Daniel and I always had identical thoughts, but in that moment we sure did. There was the briefest pause before we both went off like wheeze bags trying to stifle laughs. The stocker looked at us like we were some kind of nuts, then his eyes widened and he flushed red. Daniel patted him on the back as we moved past and said assuringly, "We love butter sandwiches ourselves." We shopped quite a while, both because we had the time and because we wanted to get everything we might need for the week and not need to come back. By the time we reached the checkouts, the little store was having a Friday afternoon rush. They called stockers to the front to sack groceries. Our young dairy stocker rushed to our check stand ahead of another young guy. His name tag said, "Ray." As he bagged our groceries, he was looking them over. "I'd say you boys are going hunting, but there's not really a season right now." "Wildlife photography," I said. "We're going to be staying at a ranch just this side of Round Rock for Spring Break and to do some photography." His eyes lit up. "No kidding? I've tried a little of that myself. I've even had one of my pictures in "Texas Parks and Wildlife." I was impressed. "You must be pretty good." He grinned. "I get out to do it every chance I get." We discussed cameras and film as he bagged our groceries and insisted on getting our ice. Then he helped us out to the car with everything. As we walked out to the car, Daniel leaned close, "HCGR?" "Yeah," I agreed, "thought I smelled a rescue. Would you want to, like maybe mid-week?" "It could be an interesting break." As we were loading the groceries into the car, I asked, "Do you ever get an afternoon off? Would you care to come join us some afternoon this week?" His eyes lit up again. Ray's eyes were definitely windows to that boy's soul. But before he could answer, I warned, "But I have to tell you in case it bothers you, Ray. Daniel and I--my name is Sean by the way--Daniel and I are gay." A bag of ice fell out of his hands onto the ground and his mouth fell open. "Shit," he said bending down to pick up the bag. "Do you boys go around telling everybody that?" "No," I said. "Just guys we think might be interested in knowing it." Ray turned red. "We could make you a butter sandwich," Daniel joked. Ray turned to smile at him and then back at me. "Are you guys serious? You're not like joking or something?" "Nope," I said. "We really like wildlife photography." "Especially," Daniel said, leaning his body against mine in a way that could be taken by someone else to be just a friendly thing to do, "when we're the wildlife." Ray searched our faces, and then said, "I'll be damned." All the groceries were in. "So, Ray," I asked, "Want to join us some afternoon?" "Do you really take wildlife pictures?" "I'm trying to learn how," I told him honestly. "I really am." "Then yeah, I'd like to come Tuesday afternoon. But I would like to stay over the night because some of the best pictures you can take will be in the early morning and I'm off Wednesday." "Stay over the night, huh?" Daniel made a big show of winking at both of us. "Don't you have school?" I asked, "I mean you look young enough to be in high school." "I am in high school. I'm a senior. But we're off on Spring Break this week." "Cool," we both replied. We gave Ray directions and arranged to meet him at 2:00 PM Tuesday at the ranch gate. "And Ray?" Daniel asked, "Do you really like butter sandwiches?" He looked at both of us, and then said, "I'm not sure. I've never tried the kind you're talking about." "Have you ever been with a guy?" Daniel asked. "You know, sexually?" Ray shook his head, "No. But I have wanted to for a long, long time." "Well the HCGR will take good care of you, Ray?" Daniel chuckled. Ray gave us a puzzled look. Daniel patted his back and gave him a two dollar tip. "We'll explain later." We made it to the ranch even before the twin's uncle was ready. While the family finished loading out their car, he jumped into our car and took us to the lodge. He had already turned on the refrigerators, so we quickly unloaded the groceries. He gave us the keys to the lodge, the suburban, and the front gate. Then he gave us a quick drive around the ranch in the old suburban. When he told us he had a ranch hand who would be coming every day to put out feed and do some chores, I asked if we could do any of that, thinking we might get more privacy. The uncle was delighted and told us about a few things to do in the evenings so that the ranch hand only had to come by in the morning. By avoiding the barn and front part of the ranch in the mornings, we would not see the ranch hand the entire week. We saw the uncle and his family off and locked the gate for them when they left. Then we drove the suburban back to the lodge and climbed up onto the front porch. A two person swing and a hammock stand with a double-wide hammock had been added since we had been there. I was looking at them when Daniel swept off my feet with an arm under my back and one under my knees. "Sean," he said as he struggled toward the front door, "you've gained weight." I put an arm over his shoulder and tried to help pull myself up on him. "You just need to work out some. You've been sitting around too much." I pulled the screen door open for us and then turned the handle on the door. Daniel kicked it open and walked us in sideways. The screen slammed shut behind us. Daniel carried me to the denim couch and fell with me onto it. Then he climbed up onto me and we kissed. "Sort of hot in here, don't you think? Should we open a window?" I asked. "Or take off some clothes?" Daniel asked, pushing up my shirt and backing down to kiss my belly. "That could work," I replied as Daniel undid my pants and pulled the front waistband of my boxers down ahead of his kisses. When he reached my pubes, he knelt up and began pulling my pants down. I pulled my shirt off. He stood up off the couch to pull off my shoes, socks, pants, and boxers. Then he began undressing. I put my hands behind my head to watch and spread my legs in invitation. I had not eaten since breakfast, and my belly lay depressed like a bowl below my ribs and between my hips. I tightened the muscles. Daniel smiled and paused in his undressing to rub my stomach. My cock rolled to the side as it began to stiffen. Daniel grinned and continued to rub my belly as my cock rolled out to the side, and then rolled again, onto its back and straighter up my belly. He moved his hand to my balls and watched as my cock went stiff and straight to my naval. And then he quickly finished undressing. It was hot in the room. Daniel climbed onto the couch and knelt on either side of my chest as he leaned over to open the window behind the couch. When he did, I quickly slid down and took his semi hard cock into my mouth. He managed to get the window open, before falling onto his hands and all-fours over me. His cock was getting hard in my mouth. He began to pump. I grabbed his butt with both hands and squeezed on it, feeling the muscles tense underneath as he moved in and out of my mouth. He was deep enough; his balls began to brush my chin. He smelled great. I held my tongue up against the underside of his cock and kept my lips tight over the shaft as he worked in and out. Daniel's hips began pumping faster. He was careful not to gag me, but not stinting on his pleasure. I looked up at the muscles in his belly working as he thrust. Then up to his pecs and the bottom of his chin. And I squeezed his butt tighter. Daniel pushed up off his hands and onto his knees, still rocking his hips forward and back. His hands were rubbing his nipples. He moved one hand back onto my cock and held it as he thrust. A breeze began to come through the window and flowed over our bodies. The sound of a few cows passing along the fence came through on the breeze. Daniel began moaning like a cow below and smiled down at me. I slapped his butt. He pulled out of my mouth and backed toward my cock like he would mount it. "No," I said, "Do me. You're cock is all ready. And so am I." I lifted my legs. I really was ready, but also wondered just how much Kevin ever let him be top. Daniel backed over and between my legs. I lifted them up and out, pulling up my butt. Daniel crammed a pillow under it and then rubbed spit into my crack. He put his cock at my whole and began to move in slowly. He put his hands on the backs of my thighs and held my butt up as he bent forward a little and slid in all the way. Then he began to rock. I watched his body working as he held my legs up and rocked in and out my ass. I rocked my butt up and back. Daniel watched my gut work and watched me stroke myself. And he watched my body moving under him. We watched each other as the breeze flowed over our bodies and our sweat began to evaporate and cool us. And still we watched each other. I watched his face as his pleasure rose and rose. He watched my face and our eyes held. He grimaced and began pumping faster, still looking down into my eyes. I pumped my butt faster with him and stroked my cock harder. Both our faces twisted up as our orgasms began, but we never took our eyes from each other's. Daniel cried out and I moaned. He held my butt high and buried himself in me to pump out his load. That bent him over me. Our faces were closer. He watched mine as I came and shot up my body. We finished. He lowered his body and his face to mine. We kissed. When Daniel slid out, we wrapped in each other's arms and napped in the late afternoon breeze. I awoke still nestled in Daniel's arms. He was blowing softly on my cheek. I opened my eyes. "Hi, Beloved," he said. I rolled my head to face him. "It's getting late," he said. "Don't you think we need to bring in the things from the car?" "What on earth do we need from there?" I yawned and arched my back, stretching. When I did, Daniel ran his hand up and down my belly. "Do that again," he said. "Stretch." I laughed and stretched again. Again he ran his hand over my belly and up to my chest. "Anytime," he said, "that you want to seduce me, just stretch like that." I stretched again and he laughed. "Save that stretch you mad lover, you. Let's bring in the stuff and open the house before dark." Reluctantly, I got up, grabbed the car keys from my pants and followed him out the door. His backside as he walked was more beautiful every time I saw it. I had watched Daniel's body develop from youth, to now young man. Though he still was slim and lithe, there was slightly more breadth to his shoulders, more muscle to his legs and butt, more muscle action in his back. "I have already spotted some wildlife I would like to take pictures of," I announced. Daniel wiggled his butt and pranced a few steps. As we unloaded my trunk, he observed, "You bought a tripod." "Yep. I'm just rolling in dough these days." "And a new camera bag?" he asked as I lifted it out. "You'll see," I said. When we had gotten all the gear into the living room, turned on a couple of lights, and opened all the windows in the house, Daniel stood by his bag and asked, "Are you ready for my surprise?" "Knowing you, probably not." He grinned and opened his duffle. He pulled out three movies on VHS. "We can snuggle and watch movies together, 'a naturale.' And," he reached in again and pulled out two more videos, "we can see what gay porn is like." He handed me the boxes. I could feel my cock thicken as I looked at the covers. "Damn," I said, examining them, "we may also have to try doing a couple of these things." "Every one," he said. "Those tapes are instructional." Looking up at his grinning face, I laughed and handed him back the boxes. "I brought a surprise for you too." I picked up the camera bag he asked about. "Now this belongs to someone else, but he said you could use it for spring break. I didn't think I should be the only one with a camera, so here." I handed it to him. Daniel sat beside me and opened the bag. I was pleased when he caught his breath. "This is a video camera," he said as he took it out of the case. "One of the new ones. Hell, this is really nice." He turned it over in his hands. "Whose is it?" "Tom's. I told him we were going to spend our Spring Break on a wildlife photo shoot and had thought about renting you a video camera. He insisted you use his." I put my hand on his chin and turned his face toward me. "I insist you use it for whatever you want to video tape." Daniel's eyebrows went up. "You know," I said. "Those video's you brought really could be instructional. We could see how they shoot gay porn." Daniel grinned. "That's not all," I said. I opened my duffel and pulled out a dozen blank video tapes. Daniel roared out a laugh, put the camera down, and danced me around the room with my arms full of video tapes. After supper, we sat out on the porch swing. We spread our legs when we discovered how good the air felt blowing over our privates. Then we hauled the hammock stand out into the yard and climbed in together to swing and watch the stars. The hammock tended to fold us together and we finally were able to get comfortable when Daniel's back and butt was half over my chest and belly. It helped when I put my arms around him from behind. He wrapped his arms over mine. We weren't swinging until Daniel put a foot down and gave us a push off. Overhead, a sky full of stars and a low moon began to swing back and forth as Daniel gave us an occasional push. His fine, almost white hair looked silver in the moonlight and blew across my face. I tucked the hair back under Daniel's head and pressed it down with my face to the side of his head. I nuzzled my nose behind his ear and filled my nostrils with the scent. The weight of his body, half on mine, and the smooth, soft skin of Daniel's back against my chest felt good as we swung in the breeze. His butt rested half over my hip and my cock rolled back and forth against the side of it as we swayed. One of his legs lay between mine. "We need to get rich," Daniel said to the sky as Daniel pressed my cock to the sided of his butt and began to rub it with the palm of his hand. "Good idea," I said. "But why mention it now? I mean, I'm looking up at things you can't buy." "I mention it so you can plan to work hard for us. Because not only do we need a beach house and a cabin in the mountains, but we also need a ranch. And, we have to be rich enough to take time off to enjoy it." "You plan to run cattle?" I asked "No. I just need plenty of private acres to run through naked with you and lie under the stars at night singing cowboy songs." "These acres, I'm not sure about running through naked. You now how they say everything in Texas stings, bites, sticks, or scratches. I have some things I don't want stung." "But you don't mind getting stuck and scratched in the right places," Daniel pointed out. "The ranch would have to have a river through it," I said. "Of course," Daniel said. We swung down for a while and then Daniel gave us another push off. He asked, "Are you going to transfer to UT for next year?" "I thought you assumed I would," I answered. "You haven't talked about it. I didn't know." "Well, I'm having trouble with getting my credits to transfer, mainly because UT has different general studies requirements than Trinity; even though I'm in honors. UT would make me take some additional courses. "Would it be better to finish a second year at Trinity?" Daniel asked. "Honestly, for the credit transfers and a couple of other reasons, yeah, but it would be worth the extra work to be with you." Daniel was quiet a moment. "It's not so bad," he said, "When I can see you more than just once a month. I could handle it another year if we could still get together most weekends." "Are you still planning Spanish immersion in Mexico this summer?" I asked. "Yes." "Well, I was thinking. I could maybe get a week of vacation to spend with you in Houston before you go, and then I could stay in San Antonio and work through the summer. I could maybe even take a class or two. That way I could save up enough money to not need to work in the fall. And if I get my general studies done, I could transfer for the spring semester. "That could work," Daniel agreed. "Where would you stay this summer?" "Well in a dorm if I take classes." "And if not?" "Eric just moved out. Lenny would rent me his room." "Would you be able to save as much?" "No, but it might not be bad." "You couldn't just room with Michael?" I tried to read Daniel. Was he serious? Wouldn't it bother him? "Don't burn out your circuits, Sean," he said, reading my mind. "I'd be fine with it. Especially if you can save more money that way. And I still want to meet Michael." Daniel gave the hammock another push off and I thought, looking up at the stars, about how well things could work out for Daniel and I this coming year. We swung. The breeze blew over our bodies. It was very quiet. "So are we going to stay naked all this week?" I asked. "As long as the warm weather holds and we stay away from the ranch hand in the morning. Of course, I guess we'll have to dress when we wait at the gate for Ray and on Saturday for the twins." "You think Ray will come?" I asked. "Oh hell yes." "You don't think he'll chicken out? He's never done anything with a guy." "All the more reason to drive a few miles to meet two handsome strangers who will never say a word to your friends." "Yeah, guess you're right," I admitted. Daniel gave us another push, and then moved off me onto his side so we could face each other. "I think one of those Texas things just stung me where I don't want to get stung," he said. "Mosquito?" I asked as the hammock forced our bodies together, face to face, and I began to rub protectively on his cock and balls. "Yeah. Want to go inside and suck out the itch? We could see how they make gay porno movies?" That night, we did watch the porn videos, but kept distracting each other from the action on the screen to that on the couch. The videos had several solo scenes where one guy would just jerk off. The solo guys jerked off in several creative and seductive ways. There were also scenes that were not solo; scenes that ranged from romantic kissing to five way orgies. Daniel said that the porno store had all kinds of gay videos including big burly guys and weight lifters. What Daniel brought were videos of guys certified to be our age, but who looked in a couple of cases, quite a bit younger. The next morning, Saturday. We tried making some of our own porn. Daniel did a solo first. It struck me as funny that a guy as beautiful and seductive in person could come across so unseductively on the video. That is, until I began encouraging him as I video with things like, "Oh yeah, stroke that big cock. Fuck your hips like your fucking into me. Yeah like that. Roll over and fuck the bed like it's my ass. Let me see your butt moving like you've got me under you." Things like that. Daniel got hot. I moved in for a close up when he came. "I get that tape," I said, "or a damn good copy." Then we did a solo with me in the shower. I started there, but finished in the hammock where we left it in the yard. Daniel would not let me swing much, however; he had trouble focusing. If I say so myself, I made a damn hot solo video because the whole time, I was doing it for Daniel and thinking about doing Daniel. Taking my lead, he talked me up hot, too. After lunch, we rode around naked in the suburban and checked out the blinds. Then back at the lodge, we mounted the camera on the tripod, aimed it at the bed and got it focused, and then videoed some hot sex between us--the whole thing from kissing and belly fucking, to a sixty-nine, to Daniel fucking me and then me fucking Daniel. Several times we moved the camera to a different angle. Afterward, we fast forwarded through the tape to see what it looked like. It looked damn good. We realized one reason the guys on the porn always pulled out so you could see them cum; it wasn't clear on our video, except from some louder noises, when climax hit. Late afternoon, we went back to one of the blinds with the cameras. Daniel took a little video. I took several pictures. But the feeders weren't on and we really didn't see much. That night, we fixed a good supper and cleaned up. Then just snuggled and watched a movie. Sunday morning, we hauled a mattress out onto the front lawn and set up the camera. We even put on shorts and shirts so we could strip each other, and went through the whole love making thing again, this time working through several positions. And this time we were careful to be dramatic and make a lot of noise when we came. After lunch, we watched the video. It was damn good except for the fixed camera. It would have been good to have a cameraman. The rest of Sunday and Monday, we explored the ranch and tried to find wildlife to photograph. What I got was quite a bit of rustic, landscape shots. But that wasn't entirely bad. We stayed naked, and made love when we felt like it. We gave the porno business a rest. Tuesday afternoon we dressed and sat on the hood of my car as we waited at the gate for Ray. He was right on time. We waved him on in and locked the gate behind. Then motioned for him to follow us back to the lodge. Ray was wearing those tight western jeans and high heeled boots when he got out of his pick up. Daniel and I enjoyed the show as he leaned in to the pickup to retrieve a duffel, camera bag, and tripod. We helped him in with his stuff and after we set it down, we each gave him a full body hug. Poor guy almost swooned. When he recovered, he said, "I brought my portfolio. Do you want to see it?" "Sure," I told him enthusiastically. "Bring it into the dining room." Daniel and I sat on either side of Ray on one of the long side benches as Ray opened an album and began to show us some truly remarkable photographs. "Damn, Ray. You're really good," I raved. Even Daniel was impressed. "How do you get all these pictures? From blinds?" I asked. "Sometimes," he said. "This time of year, it's good to hang out around a water hole or near a grain field in the evening when deer move in or in the morning when they move back out. See the lighting on that shot. It's the time of day. Early morning or late afternoon, the sun gives you better lighting." All the photos in his portfolio were remarkable; of birds, snakes, frogs, deer, hogs, javelina, coyotes, and even a bobcat. But as we finished the pictures and got into more technical how-to's of film and shutter speed and aperture, Daniel's mind began to wander and I saw his hand slip onto Ray's thigh. I was really enjoying the conversation with Ray, but recognized the inevitable and, as we talked, I slipped my hand onto Ray's other thigh. Ray began to lose his concentration, especially as we began to rub our hands higher up his thighs. He was trying to tell me something about time lapse when I just leaned forward and kissed him. He stopped. I put a hand behind his head and kissed him again, open mouthed. He opened to receive my tongue. >From his other side, Daniel said, "Rules of the camp Ray are no clothes. We need to get you into uniform." Daniel began unbuttoning Ray's shirt as Ray put his hand on my shoulder and began kissing me back in earnest. As Daniel pulled Ray's shirt off, my hands moved over the bare skin of his chest and belly. "We better get him up off this bench and out of those jeans before he tears them," Daniel said. We broke the kiss and I looked down. Ray's cock was extending down his pant leg. I lead Ray by the hand into the living room. There, in the middle of the room, Daniel and I undressed Ray and ourselves, kissing and feeling him up the whole time. Ray had a nice body, a little on the thin side and with a rancher's tan--tan above the waist, white below. He had little body hair and smooth skin. I was last off with all my clothes. Daniel was kissing Ray, so I knelt at Ray's hard cock. He was cut. His cock was thick but average in length. His balls were already tight. He looked like he had a real hair trigger. I put my mouth over the end of his cock, gave his crown one swirl, heard Ray gasp, and he exploded. His hands grabbed either side of my head as he emptied his load. I was surprised. It was not that his cum was thick, but it actually tasted creamy and not salty at all. After I licked him clean, I said, "Now I know why they have you working the dairy case. You're cum is downright creamy." Daniel, knelt down beside me saying, "Ray, you came way too fast. Let me try a little of your cream too." He began licking Ray's balls and up the underside of his still thick shaft. I stood up and took over kissing duties. As we kissed, my hands explored Ray's body. He had a nice body and a smooth butt. Ray took my cock into his hand and began stroking me. His kissing became more passionate as Daniel did his magic on Ray's cock. Ray reached behind me and began feeling up my butt. He ran his hand over the skin of my butt. Then he began massaging my ass muscles. Then he began feeling into my crack. I broke off kissing long enough to say, "Daniel, if you're not having too much fun, Ray is playing an awful lot with my butt." Daniel looked up at us, Ray's cock still filling his mouth, and winked at me. Then he pulled off Ray's cock and rocked back on his knees. I asked Ray, "You've never had sex with a guy?" "I've never had sex with anyone," Ray said. "OK. Normally, when you do have anal sex with a guy, you'll want to wear a condom. But Daniel and I are safe. Obviously you are, so we'll just do it." Grabbing a tube of lube from beside the denim couch, I rubbed some over Ray's cock; gently so he wouldn't cum. Then I kissed him while I lubed my butt. Turning my back to Ray, I knelt on all fours. Ray dropped to his knees behind me. Daniel helped him get into position and guided him slowly in. After that, Ray did what came naturally. And he did it really well. "Grab his hips," Daniel said, "Yeah, like that. Now pull them back when you push in. Yeah, now just give him a good pounding. Fuck away." Poor Ray did not take long. All this had to be really hot for him. He came quickly. "Just stay in and keep pumping a moment," Daniel encouraged. "Don't rush it. Just enjoy." Ray did, but started to go soft, and pulled out. Trouble was, both Daniel and I were hot. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. "Daniel, I think we need a little help here." Ray watched in fascination as Daniel knelt at my butt and pushed in, then lowered his body down on mine. I wrapped my legs and arms over him and Daniel pressed my cock between our bellies. We kissed and began to move together. As our lovemaking became hotter, Ray began rubbing his hands over us. He put a finger tip by my hole and felt Daniel's shaft pushing in and out. He played with our balls Daniel and I knew our bodies. We knew how to make love to each other. We stretched it out. Too long, I guess. Ray was rubbing Daniel's butt when he leaned over us and asked, "Could I..." "Use the lube," Daniel said, "and go slow." I felt Daniel slow and press harder into me as Ray mounted him. Daniel let Ray do the driving. We just kissed and held each other as Ray pounded us all together. This time, Ray lasted longer. The butt stimulation finally got to Daniel and he began to start moving on his own again. I was still hot and started moving together with Daniel. Ray hung on well. Daniel kissed all over my face and while fast fucking hard into me, pushing all the right buttons. He brought me to climax with him. Ray gasped as Daniel's sphincter clutched in orgasm. Ray made a few more thrusts and came to his own, third orgasm. As we lay there in a heap, catching our breath, Ray said in a surprised voice, "You've got a video camera." "Daniel's been using it to video wildlife," I said. "Yeah, mainly Sean and I being wild." There was a moment's silence before Ray said, "You don't mean..." "Yes we do," Daniel said. "The only problem is that we have to do it all with a tripod. We don't have a camera man." There was no hesitation. "I can do that," Ray said. "We are going to take some actual wildlife pictures?" I asked. As we began to climb off each other, Ray asked, "Are any of the blinds close to a watering hole?" There was. After we cleaned up, the three of us sat naked in the blind. Not much happened until some javelina came to water. Then there were some birds, and finally, late, a raccoon. I was excited. I thought we got some good shots. That night after a good supper and a couple of beers while we showed Ray our earlier attempts at porn making, we made Ray a butter sandwich, with him in the middle. Which is also how we slept that night; with Ray in the middle. In the morning, instead of hitting the blind, we did another porn shoot. Ray got so into it, that not only did he act as cameraman for us. Daniel and I also took a turn on the camera. And then we mounted it once more on the tripod for the three of us together. It was well after lunchtime when we finished. We fed Ray before he left, and told him about the twins who did not live that far from him. We gave him their phone number and told him not to call them until after the weekend, so that we could tell them what it was about. Daniel and I each invited him to our own campuses to visit. Ray, though, was planning on going to Rice. After he was gone, Daniel and I took a nap together in the hammock under the shade of the porch. That night, the weather grew cool and damp. We closed windows and built a fire. We had to dress to go out. And we did go out. I got some shots I was really pleased with. Friday afternoon the weather grew pleasant again The twins arrived Saturday with steaks, charcoal and beer. Daniel and I left Sunday exhausted. That next week, I told Michael that Daniel wanted to meet him. "Well it's about time," he said. I was surprised. "I wasn't sure you would want to meet him. He's wanted to meet you for a long time, but I wasn't sure that it was a good idea." "Why not?" "Well damn it, Michael. I've told you all along that Daniel's my lover. I didn't want it to be hard on you." "Sometimes, Sean, you think too hard." Daniel drove down to San Antonio the first week in May. We spent the night on the River Walk and stayed at the Palazio del Rio. The next evening I took Daniel over to meet Lenny and Michael after both were off work. As we were leaving the hotel, Daniel grabbed a couple of gift-wrapped packages from his bag. Lenny answered the door. He took one look at Daniel and said, "Oh gawd!" "Close." I said. "This is Daniel. Daniel, this is Lenny." Daniel was grinning widely as he shook Lenny's hand and Lenny went through a melt down. He was actually quiet as Michael came forward and introduced himself. Michael held out his hand to shake, but Daniel took him into a hug. It was a brother hug. An affectionate hug. Just enough of a hug to break the ice. Michael smiled. Daniel handed each a gift, and told them to open the gifts later. As we sat in the living room, Daniel had Michael sit next to him on the couch and turned sideways to face him. Lenny said in a stage whisper, "Oh, Sean. Can I have him? At least for an hour?" Daniel asked talked to both Michael and Lenny, asking each questions about themselves, their likes, dislikes and any tales they could tell on me. As we chatted, Lenny occasionally turned to me and said, "Just one hour Sean. Just one." When we reached a lull in the conversation, Daniel said, "Sean, could you and Lenny give Michael and I a moment alone to talk?" What did Daniel mean by that? What was he up to? I frowned. "Come on, Sean. I just want to visit with Michael privately for a moment." Lenny grabbed my hand. "Let's go to the kitchen Sean. You don't want to argue with me right here in front of Daniel do you?" Reluctantly, I squeezed Lenny's hand and we went to the kitchen. No sooner were we through the door into the kitchen than Lenny said, "Oh Sean, that boy is glamorous. He's like a movie star--not that you aren't pretty Sean. You're one of the prettiest boys I ever met. But that Daniel has a Presence. I mean from the minute he entered the room, you think, 'Wow, here's somebody important.'" "I wonder what they're talking about," I said, looking back at the door. "Why you, silly," Lenny said, sitting down at the table. He cocked his head looking at me speculatively. "You know, you two look good together. I mean real good. He makes you look even better. It's like he turns on some glow in you. I know." Lenny said, brightening. "You look like newlyweds; but not just newlyweds," he thought a moment. "Royal newlyweds. You're like two princes when you're together. Or maybe even like two gods." "Lenny, what's gotten into you?" He looked up at me and shook his head. "That boy is like, WOW. I just wonder how Michael feels." "That's why I always tried to keep them apart," I huffed. "That poor boy--if he had any hope that you and he would ever be lovers, it's gone now. There's no way he could compete." "Yes there is," I surprised myself, even as I said it. I turned from the door where I had been looking back to Lenny. "He loves me as much as Daniel does. That's how he could compete." I turned back to the door, "and I love him." "As much as Daniel?" Lenny asked from behind. I heard footsteps in the hall. Daniel and Michael walked into the kitchen. Both were smiling. I was searching Michael's face for a sign as to how he was doing. He really did look OK. Lenny asked Daniel, "Can I get you something, Honey? Something to drink? Something to eat? Me?" Lenny pirouetted. Daniel laughed and walked over to give Lenny a shoulder hug. "I heard how you settle arguments with Sean," he told Lenny. "Well done." "Sugar," Lenny said, putting an arm around Daniel's waist as he stood next to him, "I bet you settle arguments with Sean with a lot more than a kiss." Then Lenny turned to me, "Oh, Sean-honey. Can't I have him for just an hour before you two leave." I rolled my eyes heavenward, "He's not mine to give, Lenny. He's not my slave." Daniel surprised me by saying, "But we do give rescues." I had told Daniel all about Lenny, including how lonely he might be. For that matter, I also told him what a good lay Lenny was. But if Daniel meant what I thought he meant, he surprised the fool out of me. I think Lenny was as surprised as I was. Especially when Daniel said, "Maybe Michael and Sean won't mind if you and I spend a little hour together." My mouth opened, but Daniel gave me a "trust me" look. Lenny's mouth opened too, and stayed there. Daniel took him by the hand and led him from the kitchen, asking, "Now which room is yours, Lenny?" "Quite a guy," Michael commented, stepping up beside me. I turned to look at him. He was looking up at me, a serious, but concerned look on his face. "Are you OK," he asked me. "Am I OK?" I asked surprised. "Oh, you mean about Daniel going back with Lenny." Michael took my hand and nodded. I confessed, "I guess I'm just mostly surprised. I told Daniel how we thought Lenny might be lonely. I guess he was feeling sorry for him." "I wonder," Michael said as we both glanced down the hall back toward the rest of the house. "I wonder if he wasn't thinking of me." I turned to Michael. "You mean that you think we're supposed to go to bed together now?" "No," Michael shook his head. "I think we're just supposed to be able to be together now." Michael stepped up to and wrapped me in his arms and laid his head on my shoulder. "Are you going to tell me what you and Daniel talked about?" I asked. "No. Not now. Shall I open my present? Daniel said to open it when you were with me." "Sure. Is it back in the living room?" "Yeah." We walked back to the living room and sat together on the couch. Michael opened his gift. It was a black silk thong. He held it up with a puzzled look. "I think, you've just been accepted into the family," I said. "Underwear is something that Daniel and I have only given each other." Michael pulled his legs up onto the couch and laid them in my lap. Then he stuck a pillow behind his head and laid back. He looked up at the ceiling. "I like him," Michael said. "I always thought I would like him. But I like him a lot." I rubbed Michael's legs. "Do you think," I asked him, "That you and I could get a couple of days off on a weekend or right after school for me to take you home to meet my parents?" Michael looked down from the ceiling at me and gave me a curious look. I smiled, "Please?" Michael smiled back. "I would like that." It was well after an hour before Daniel and Lenny came out. Lenny was hanging all over Daniel. "I've just been to Heaven," Lenny sighed. "I lived there," I announced from the couch. Lenny stuck out his tongue at me. Michael pulled his legs back from where they still rested in my lap, and I stood up as Daniel came over and took my hand. "Ready to go?" he asked. Everybody got hugged before we left. I never asked Daniel what he said to Michael. But I did ask how things went with Lenny. I was driving. Daniel leaned over and rubbed my leg. "He's as good as you said, but he could never hold a candle to you." I snorted. "I'm serious, Sean. You're a damn fine love maker. Lenny may be good at hot sex. You make incredible love." "Still have anything left for me tonight?" I asked. "Of course." "Why did you do it? I'm just curious. Why did you go back with Lenny?" Daniel looked at me and said seriously, "It wasn't because I needed or wanted hot sex with Lenny." "No, I didn't figure it was." Daniel shrugged. "It seemed the right thing to do. I was following my instincts I guess. Are you OK with it? Everything alright with you and Michael?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. I was worried about Michael. But he's fine." I grasped Daniel's hand hard in mine. "And I think I have the most incredible guy in the world as my lover." "In the world?" "In the world," I said emphatically. It was shortly after that, I called my Dad to let him know I would be bringing Michael down at the end of the month. Dad and Mom knew that Michael was a special friend. Though neither of them could quite grasp the concept of two genuine, concurrent lovers. I tried as delicately as I could to let them know where Michael fit into my life. Dad, I think, tried to relate the situation to a man who had both a wife and a mistress. Mom did not even try to relate. But when I told them about Michael having only Flo and no other real friends, Dad especially focused on that. Michael needed friends. "We have a motel reservation already so that we won't put you and Mom out," I told Dad. Dad was quiet a moment before he said. "That's very considerate of you, son. We'll look forward to meeting Michael." "Thanks, Dad." We drove down on a Friday afternoon and made it in time for supper. Everyone was nice to Michael. I don't think my baby sister even had a clue yet. I'm not sure Colin ever learned how to be unfriendly. He was like Dad in that respect. Mom was cordial. That first night, everyone asked polite questions of Michael to learn more about him, but most of the conversation centered on me and what was happening in my life. We talked about Colin, who would be a Senior the next fall, and my baby sister who would be finishing Junior High. We stayed late before returning to the motel. We were back in time for breakfast. That day I drove Michael around town. I called Ryan to say hi--we still wrote each other and talked from time to time. Dad grilled for us that night. Colin, Michael, and I joined Dad in the back yard while he worked on setting up the grill and preparing supper. The four of us began tossing around a ball. Poor Michael could neither throw, nor catch worth beans. Dad dropped out of the rotation and went to stand with him. He worked with Michael and before long, little Mike was showing dramatic improvement, both tossing and catching. He looked as happy as kid. The next morning, as we were saying our good byes, I pulled Dad aside and thanked him. "You have no idea how much yesterday meant to Michael. In his entire life, Michael has only tried playing catch a couple of times. His dad died so young, and there was no adult male in his life to even teach him how to throw a ball like you did yesterday. He's in awe of you now, Dad. What you did, was more wonderful than you know." I looked over at Michael, "The only downside was that I think you really made him miss not having his own dad." I should have anticipated my Dad's reaction. Nothing stirs him like someone in need. While I was hugging the rest of the family, I saw Dad say something to Michael and give him a huge hug. Michael's eyes watered. As Michael and I drove off in the car, I asked, "What did Dad say to you before we left?" Michael took my hand as I drove. "I love your Dad. He really is special, Sean. What he said to me was that he knew you and I were special friends and that he wanted to be my good friend too. He said that he would be praying for me, just like he did for his own kids...you guys. And if I ever needed help from someone older, to give him a call. Do you think he meant it?" "Oh, if he said it, he meant it. Dad has a passion for keeping his word." "I think I would like to adopt him." I knew that Michael was only half kidding. "Knowing my Dad, the adopting would be mutual." I was only half kidding. School ended that next week. I put some of my things in storage and moved in with Michael for the summer. He was really excited when he told me that Dad had called him to tell him how much my family enjoyed having Michael visit. Evidently, they talked quite a while. It would not be the last time. The following week, I had off and went to spend the week with Daniel in Houston. My thanks to all you readers who have stuck with me so far. I received a couple of encouraging emails after the last segment of the story, but only a couple. I think I have let this story drag out too long and lost most of my readers. And so I dropped a lot out of what I was going to write about the Spring Break from this last section of the story so that I could move on. I hope it didn't show too much. I will shorten the next section too, which will be the last. I think it is important at this point to finish the story. But as always, your emails are really appreciated at btomandback@hotmail.com.