Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 16:26:24 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, pt 5

At first, this story was going to be one part; maybe two. Then four. Now, I
believe it will go a couple more segments after this on. I hope I have not
lost everyone. I believe you will find the story interesting. I hope you
will like it.  Emails would really be appreciated so that I know people are
still reading this story. btomandback@hotmail.com

Thanks

SEA CHANGE, PT 5

I never had the dream again.

That doctor and the face of that lady began to fade from my mind.

Other things quickly began to fill my life and vie for my attention. Oh, I
was still "conflicted" about my deepening feelings for Daniel and my
increasingly homosexual libido. I was still concerned about the affect sex
would have on someone as young as Ryan.

Life moves on. And so do relationships. Several of my relationships began
to change, in subtle ways. The first of which was my relationship with my
own brother.

COLIN

Colin and I had always been good brothers for each other. We were good
friends, supportive; better brothers than most. And yet, until the night
Colin climbed into bed with me, we had never really shared anything very
intimate, at least of a sexual nature. That was probably because of the
religious nature of our home.

Oh, I knew Colin jerked off in the shower. He knew I did. We had each
stumbled onto each other, but had backed out and kept discreet. Now, the
door had been opened for deeper, more honest communication. Colin and I
were about to become much closer brothers.

It was about a week after our "first time" that I was watching Colin as we
were getting ready for bed. During that week, there had not been an
opportunity for sex with Rachael or lovemaking with Daniel. I was a horny
teenager and Colin was a warm body; a great looking warm body.

I forgot my concerns about being a proper "big brother" as Colin's brief
encased butt passed by my desk when he went into and out of the
bathroom. They were old, loose briefs. His cock moved in them as he walked.

Colin was ready for bed first. He pulled off his briefs and climbed into
bed. I got up to turn off the light. My thought was to crawl into bed with
Colin and see if he was interested, or if I could get him interested.

As I headed for the switch, Colin read my mind, or rather, the bulge in my
briefs. "You thinking about coming to visit me tonight, big bro?" He threw
the covers back off his slender, naked body and raised his eyebrows at
me. His cock was already thickening. Maybe Colin was horny too. I turned
out the light.

I tossed my underwear in the direction of my bed and climbed in beside
Colin. His body was warm and smooth alongside my own. We both reached over
and found each other's balls and cock. We played with what we found.

"Hey, Sean," Colin said quietly, "I told you that David told me that you
sometimes jerked off and stuff with guys..."

"Yeah," I answered, thinking, "The little creep."

Colin continued, "And what you and I did last week--that was hot, Sean. I
mean hot." He squeezed my cock. "Anyway..." my normally bold little brother
continued in a most tentative manner, "you obviously know a lot of
stuff. Right?"

"What stuff?"

"You know. Messing around stuff."

I was quiet.

Colin continued, "So what feels the best to do?"

"You don't seem to be much of a beginner to me," I answered
skeptically. His hand was soothing as it jiggled my balls and brushed back
and forth over my cock. I was doing the same for him.

"Guess I'm a natural." I could see his broad grin in the faint light. "But
honestly, most of what you and I did was only my second time."

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

"No really," Colin insisted. "James and I use to mess around some, but
mainly hand jobs. His dad has some Playboys and Hustlers hidden away. We
use to look at those and jerk each other off. We tried sucking each other's
cocks a couple of times, but that's it."

"No, no," I protested, "David told me he'd heard about you doing stuff with
other guys in scouts,"

"I don't know what he heard," Colin said, "but until he started wiggling
his ass against my cock in our tent last campout, I'd only done a couple of
circle jerks."

"So what happened on the campout? It must have been a crash course." I
asked skeptically.

Colin chuckled. "Well, we took the two men tents this time. David kept
after me to share a tent with him. James didn't go this trip, so I figured
it was no big deal. Anyway, it was cold. David said he didn't have enough
cover and asked if we could zip our sleeping bags together. Well mine
doesn't zip like that. So next he asked if he could crawl in with me. He
really did sound like he was freezing, so I let him."

"I unzipped my bag and rolled on my side to hold it open for him to crawl
in. He crawled in alright, and backed his butt smack up against my
crotch. Then he wiggled his butt against me as he worked the zipper closed
on the sleeping bag. We were both in our underwear so there wasn't much
between my cock and his butt. What can I say? I sprouted wood."

"So then what happened," I asked. My cock was really getting hard.

"Well David just reaches around between us and grabs my cock through my
underwear and says, 'You're the same size as your brother.' All I could say
was, 'WHAT?' That's when David told me all about your beach trip."

"Little asshole," I said.

"Not when I got done with him," Colin laughed too loudly. I shushed
him. Then Colin asked in a more serious tone, "David also said you and
Daniel mess around all the time, like you guys are queer or something." His
hand left my cock as he thought about that. I pulled my hand back as well.

"You aren't queer are you, Sean? I mean, you're screwing Rachael and all,
right?"

My face was so hot I thought Colin might be able to see it glow in the
dark. I shrugged my shoulders against him and tried to sound casual as I
said, "Hell, we putz around, just like you and James have done. We might
have done a little more than you guys, but just getting our nuts off. Just
like you and James. You know?"

"Sorta like you and I did last week?" Colin asked tentatively.

"Well yeah, last week you and I did about everything Daniel and I have ever
done. Yeah, I guess like last week," I answered. It was not really the
same. Not by a long shot.

While I was still letting thoughts ripple out in my mind, Colin put his
hand back on my cock and began stroking. I returned the favor.

"So what happened with David?" I asked.

"I just asked him to show me everything you guys did at the beach. He may
have made up some of it, Sean. It was a hell of a long night," Colin
laughed, and then added as an after thought, "It really was a crash
course."

"Hey, wait. You kissed me the other night," I said, almost accusingly,
"What made you think about doing that? About kissing me, your own brother."

I felt Colin's lips on my cheek. "That was about the hottest part of that
night with David. One of the first things he did was ask if he could
practice kissing with me. It took him a while to talk me into it, but once
we got going, it was like one long kiss all night. And I don't mean just
pressing lips together. I've never been kissed like that. He locked onto my
mouth and stayed stuck. And it was hot. It was like my mouth was wired to
my cock."

Colin paused a moment, remembering, then continued, "And as for kissing
you, well, I was seducing you, you dunce," then Colin added more quietly,
"Besides, I've really wanted to kiss you for a long time. Guess that sounds
queer doesn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Course all of my other
kissing practice has been with girls."

"If you've been kissing girls like you kissed me the other night, it's a
wonder you haven't gotten laid yet," I said.

"Well, to tell you the truth, none of the girls I've kissed have ever
kissed back like David did. I'd never been kissed that kid does; that is
until you and I kissed. When you kissed me, well damn, Sean, it was the
hottest thing--I guess just a little because we're brothers--but mainly,
you kiss even hotter than David. It was as hot as...as hot as... well just
as hot as having my dick sucked; hotter." Colin said enthusiastically, then
rolled toward me. "Can you teach me to kiss like that, big bro?" he asked
teasingly.

I rolled up to meet him. We wrapped our arms around each other and began to
kiss. We kissed and ground our bodies together. I rolled Colin onto his
back and rolled onto him to get more weight into our grinding.

When we broke for a breath, Colin panted, "Damn, I've got to practice
that."

I could see him looking up at me in the faint light. His eyes sparkled as
he said, "I don't know what your answer to my question about what feels
best would be, but this could be my favorite thing to do." He thought a
moment, "But not with most guys."

Smiling down at him, I said, "I like this a lot too. But not with most
guys." We kissed again.

We were still grinding slow, enjoying the feelings. When we broke for
breath again, I panted into his neck. "Yeah, I like this a lot. I could
come this way, easy. But I also like fucking. That feels really good to
me."

Colin rubbed his cheek against mine, then said, "Don't think I'm queer or
weird or anything, but I liked it when we sucked each other's cocks. That
was cool." His hands were rubbing my butt. He thought a moment. "I could
cum this way easy, too, It feels real good with you laying on me like
this," and he ground hard up against me. "But when we were sucking each
other, your smell--you know, down there--got me really excited. I never had
a smell get me hot before, but yours really did, Sean. Has that happened to
you? Do you know what I mean?"

"Sure," I answered, rubbing the side of my face against his as we continued
our casual grinding.

Colin went on, "And I liked the feel of your, you know, your cock in my
mouth--damn, it really does sound queer! But!" he added, his voice rising a
little, "I really liked the way you sucked my cock, too. I mean. Oh hell,
do you know what I mean?"

My arms were wrapped under his shoulders. I gave him a squeeze. "Quit
worrying about being queer," I reassured him, feeling like a super
hypocrite. "We're just horny teenagers. Daniel's dad--you know he's a
psychologist?--anyway, he says most guys our age experiment around
together."

"Especially brothers, I've heard," Colin said, quickly agreeing.

Intrigued, I asked, "Where'd you hear that?"

"David," Colin answered, "Yeah, I know, he's not the most reliable
expert. But I've heard things from other guys too."

"Hey," I asked, changing the subject, "You want to suck cock?"

"I don't know now. This feels pretty good. How do you smell tonight?" Colin
teased.

"The way I feel between my legs, I probably smell pretty strong. Can you
take it?"

"I can if you can. I'm feeling a little damp between the legs myself," he
kidded, seriously.

Rolling off him, I pulled Colin up onto his side and showed him how to put
his bottom leg forward to give me a pillow. And then I buried my face in
his crotch and made a show of taking a deep breath through my
nostrils. Damn, he did smell good!

Colin made a show of doing the same to me. There was a pause, then both of
us plunged our faces into each others balls. Colin's scrotum was soft and
loose. His ballsack hung spread out over his outstretched lower leg. I
sucked in first one ball, then the other. I licked down behind his scrotum,
lapping up the taste that smelled so good.

Colin was bathing my balls with his tongue while one hand rubbed hard on my
perineum. Next, he licked up the underside of my cock and he held it as his
licked the crown thoroughly. I used his crotch to muffle my moans, then
grabbed his cock and licked his crown hard in revenge. He whimpered
loudly. I shushed him again.

We took each other's cocks into our mouths and played with our balls and
cracks with our hands. I took Colin all the way down my throat and held my
breath. I forced my mouth hard around the base of his cock. He shoved hard
back , pressing my lips against my teeth and I squeezed his balls. His
smell was intoxicating.

It didn't take long. I think we both wanted to stretch things out, but were
too horny. As our pace quickened, Colin's balls almost disappeared on
either side of his cock root as his scrotum pulled up tight. With my
fingers, I rubbed his anus in hard little circles.

When Colin exploded into my throat, it slowed me down momentarily. I gagged
down one hell of a load. I decided that shooting a lot of cum must run in
the family, and chuckled to myself at the pun. The taste of Colin's spunk
soon stimulated me again. I kept some of it in my mouth and rolled it
around his cockhead with my tongue, coaxing out any last drop of Colin's
semen while my own cum rose up, stretching the inside of my cock as it shot
up through it.

Not meaning to, I pumped a little hard into Colin's mouth as I shot down
his throat. He gagged, but held on.

We sucked until we were both drained and softening. Colin stroked the side
of my butt while he rolled my cock around on his tongue. I swallowed the
last of his cum, released his cock, patted his butt, and gave his balls a
final nuzzle.

"Can I come visit again sometime?" I asked.

"Any time bro. Mi cama, es tu cama. Any time."


Daniel and I were becoming serious about our bicycling. With the end of
football season, we began daily rides after school. We were averaging
twenty to thirty miles a day and longer on weekends. We made our first
century ride in December.

Our riding became so serious that our opportunities for "little stops"
diminished. The hard riding also diminished our libido while we were on the
road. Though riding gave us us hours together, it was hard enough to talk
at times, much less get horny. Daniel was a good coach and a hard
trainer. We were getting damn good.

My bottom never seemed to catch up. It was always sore. I was beginning to
walk bow-legged. My Dad even gave me a tube of heat balm. The balm the
coaches used at high school was pretty strong stuff. It looked like
Vaseline and burned like hell. The tube Dad gave me was a white cream. It
smelled strong, but I figured it for a milder, home version of the stuff.

Just after we had begun visiting each other's beds, I asked Colin to apply
ointment to my butt for the second time. He was very willing this time. I
had just ridden hard for the fourth day in a row. It was late, and I still
had homework, but my bottom was sore and my muscles were sore. I begged
Colin, who was lounging in just shorts while he studied, to apply ointment
to my sore bottom and maybe rub some of Dad's heat balm onto my sore legs.

Having just showered, I was still naked and trying to decide whether I
could even stand to wear briefs. When Colin agreed to give me a hand, I
just collapsed, bare-assed onto my bed, face down. While Colin worked me
over (or maybe before), he got horny. "You know, Sean," he said as he
rubbed the ointment onto my bottom, "you probably need a deep internal
massage too."

I just moaned. Colin paused as he removed his shorts. He laid down on me,
his cock rubbing up and down my crack. I wasn't exactly in the mood.

"Please, Colin," I pleaded. "Just put on the heat balm."

He grunted and got up. The pungent smell of the heat balm filled the room
as Colin opened the tube and began rubbing it into my sore legs.

"That feels so good, Colin," when you're done, feel free to screw my butt
all you want. I chuckled to myself, thinking there was no way Colin would
want to ride me now that I was covered in the hot stuff. But I had not
reckoned on the power of hormones.

"Cool," he answered. "Sounds good to me."

"Yeah, whatever," I mumbled into my pillow as I relaxed under his hands and
felt the warmth seep into my legs. The Colin even rubbed balm up onto my
back muscles. I was grateful, both for the extra effort and because now I
was certain he would not care about butt fucking.

He finished rubbing off the last of the rub at the top of my thighs. Then
he asked, "Are you ready?"

My eyes flew open. Certainly he did not really want to...

Grabbing my ankles, Colin swung me sideways so that my knees dropped to the
floor while my torso lay over the bed. And then he spread my legs. My ass
was wide open.

"Stay just like that while I go wash my hands," he instructed. I just
sighed. And then I noticed my body was really beginning to get warm. Sweat
broke across my brow.

In seconds, Colin was back. Kneeling between my legs, he began lubing
me. The cool KY felt good in my crack. "Oh, what the hell," I thought. It
might even feel good. I relaxed and spread my legs farther.

Colin was giggling, "Sean, you figured I would not want to bang your heat
balmed body didn't you? Well, ha! I'm only going to be banging your little
ointmented ass."

Colin had lubed his cock and entered me before we both realized that he
must not have washed the heat balm completely off his hands. Our connection
began to heat up, and I don't mean sexually.

We both began letting out little cries and whimpers. "What the hell are you
trying to do? You got heat balm on your dick, you fuck up!" I panted as
loud as I dared.

"You think I don't know," he said through gritted teeth. "I think I've
gotten it on my balls too!"

"Want to stop?"

"Hell no," he breathed back between little cries of pain. Pumping faster,
he whimpered, "We'll just go faster."

I stuck my fist into my mouth and groaned, "Asshole."

Colin understood my mumbling enough to grunt, "Yeah, a nice one."

His pumping became more desperate. Without thinking, he put his hands onto
my back, realized I was covered in balm and pulled them off. He pumped a
couple more times and then, again without thinking, he put his hands onto
his own butt to keep them off me as he pumped.

After a couple of minutes, he breathed out an, "Oh, damn. Now my ass is hot
too."

"There's no way it can be as hot as MY ASS, you shit," I complained.

"That's no way to talk to your brother," Colin said absently as he tried to
concentrate on the feelings that would get him an orgasm.

By now, my whole body was on fire. Putting that much balm all over my legs
and back had been really, really dumb. If the inside of my butt had not
been on fire too, I don't think I would have even noticed Colin's fat,
thick shaft up my butt at all. All I could think of was how soon I wanted
him to get it over with.

Colin's frantic pumping had now gotten balm off the back of my legs onto
the front and sides of his own. We both were crying and moaning. My Mom,
who never comes into our room without knocking and receiving an invitation
(in case we aren't "decent"), banged on the door and called out, "You boys
quit wrestling and horsing around and get your homework done." I was glad I
had locked the door. I just hoped she wouldn't send my Dad.

"OK, Mom," Collin called out in a strained voice.

When his cum finally poured into me, we had been stifling our cries for
several minutes. Colin pulled out before he had even finished, splashing
the last of his cum onto my butt; which was the only way he beat me to the
shower. It didn't matter. I climbed in with him anyway.

We never did the heat balm thing again. However, I was able to talk Colin
into "ointmenting" me a couple more times before I began sleeping over at
Daniel's on Friday nights.

You see, our long rides were on Saturday. If I slept over at Daniel's, we
could always get an early start. Of course.

RACHAEL

I could sleep over at Daniel's virtually every Friday night because Racheal
and I had broken up. My Mom warned me it would happen.

"Rachael is a sweet girl, Sean, but she is a girl," Mom told me. "She needs
to know she's important to you and not just someone you work in time to see
between bike rides, homework, and everything else you are doing."

It happened in early December. Rachael and I had just had sex in the back
of my Dad's van. I thought it went pretty good. Rachael was not a virgin
when we started going together. And she was athletic. She made love almost
as well as a boy. It was hot. And each time, I tried to give her such an
experience that every other boy she might ever date would be a
disappointment. Yeah, I was modest.

Thing was, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be happy with any
other girl. I was thinking about that when Rachael started talking about
wanting to do something on Saturday. I reminded her I had a ride.

I told Rachael we were planning our first century and explained excitedly
what a century was and why it was a little special for Dan and I. "So," I
said. "We can do something afterward. What would you like to do?"

Rachael pursed her lips in a pout. A bike ride did not fit into her plans.

Rachael had never seemed to me to be as silly or mushy as most girls. She
seemed more stable, less emotional, more like a guy. That is probably one
reason, I liked her. Well that and the long hair, pretty eyes, full lips,
beautiful breasts, flat tummy, curved hips, and tight pussy that sheathed
my cock perfectly. But even Rachael, I guess, needed more romance.

"Sean," she almost huffed. "You spend more time with your buddies and those
stupid bike rides; and I only hear from you when you have a moment in your
busy schedule."

I had been lying on my side, next to her, caressing one of her breasts. She
threw my hand off and turned to look right at me. "If you want us to stay
together, Sean, you have got to start acting like a boyfriend."

I put my arm around her waist. I meant to pull her closer, but the affect
was to pull her hip into my semi hard cock, "Like this?" I asked with
exquisitely bad timing; then compounded the problem by trying to kiss her.

Rachael exploded out from beside me and sat up. "No, you oaf!" She glared
at me, "All you ever want to do is jump into the back seat of your car or
the back of this van or make out somewhere. I am a person, Sean. A real
person. We need to talk more. We need to spend time together more."

I could not help the frown. "A guy has only so much time, Rachael." I sat
up and tried to cuddle her, "How about if we do less making out and use the
time to talk or do stuff you want?."

Her eyes began to fill with tears. "You don't get it, Sean. I like this
stuff," and gestured to the blankets on the van floor with a flip of her
hand, "too. But I'm your girlfriend Sean. You should be over to my house
more. You should call me more." She turned away, "Maybe we shouldn't see
each other until you can fit more time for me into your schedule."

It was a definite line in the sand. She was trying to force me into a
commitment. But I was not ready to do that for her. If anything, I wanted
more time with Daniel. "If you want it that way, Rache," I said.

She turned back to me, the hurt showing in her face, "Take me home, Sean."
She reached for her clothes. "Now."

And that was that. I was single again. I liked Rachael. And I liked sex
with her. But girls required so much more time. I wanted to spend that time
with Daniel. And not just for sex. Not at all just for sex.

I was really getting into bicycling. We enjoyed doing other things
together. And his parents had adopted me.

PARENTS

Daniel's dad was shorter and younger than mine. He was slender, energetic,
and serious. His name was Roger. Daniel's Mom was a small woman and
quiet. She was always friendly, though, and really liked me. Her name was
Mary.

"I'm so glad," she told me when Dan and I began spending more time
together, "that you and Daniel are such good friends. I always wished he
had had a brother or sister. You two are becoming such good friends. I feel
like Daniel almost has a brother now." She smiled uncertainly at me, as if
I might be offended.

I put my arm around her shoulder and looking down at her, smiled and asked,
"Does that mean I have another Mom now? You know. Fix meals. Do laundry."

She laughed. "I handle Daniel's bicycling clothes with kitchen
tongs. They're so awful. Just put yours with his."

Maybe she gave Roger the idea. In January, when I had slept over for the
third Friday night in a row, Roger put his hand on my shoulder and said to
me, "If you guys are going to be bicycling so much, especially on Saturdays
and if you're going to be staying over a lot, why don't you just leave some
of your things here? You know. Like an extra toothbrush, some clean
clothes. You can leave them in Daniel's room."

When we planned for me to sleep over again the next Friday night, Roger and
Mary invited my family for a cookout Saturday evening. It was an incredible
night. Roger was the opposite of my dad in many ways, physically,
ideologically, and in personality. Our Moms were opposites as well,
physically and in personality. It was a natural match. They all liked each
other; really liked each other. From that night our dads became good
friends.

Even though they were all opposites, there were a number of things they had
in common; such as intelligence, interests, and such. That first night, our
dad's got into some crazy discussion about cosmology (the study of the
cosmos) and big bangs, background radiation, expanding universes. Our moms
talked about Daniel and me.

I guess it really was Dan and I that was the main thing both sets of
parents had in common. They loved us, both of us, and encouraged our
friendship.

In fact, it was my dad who first suggested Daniel and I take a bike tour
together in the summer. He had in mind a couple of days the hill country or
East Texas. Daniel and I quickly worked it up into a cross country tour for
the full summer. We would eventually settle on a couple of weeks in the
Hill Country as our target.

Understanding that Daniel and I had been taken with a new passion,
bicycling, and that there were plans to be made, prep rides to be taken,
training to be done, and bicycles to be maintained, it was accepted all
around that I would begin spending every Friday night at Daniel's house. As
long as I was home sometime Saturday afternoon or evening and went to
church with my family Sunday, my folks were cool. Daniel's folks would have
loved for me to move in.

We began mailing for information from Chambers of Commerce, State Parks,
Parks and Wildlife, and other sources we could think of for the hill
country. We ordered road maps from the counties.. We started taking
Bicycling magazine.

Daniel and I would sit in his room looking over the material, but Roger
liked for us to bring out our maps and spread them over the kitchen
table. Both he and my dad were enjoying our preparations. Both wished they
could go. They were not the only ones.

STEFAN

I did feel guilty about Stef. We had always been best buds, but as I spent
more and more time with Daniel, there was less and less for Stef. He seemed
to resign himself to the new situation surprisingly quickly. I thought that
maybe he had gotten a girl friend, but knew of none.

Instead, Stefan started to get a little weird. He began to pick up
mannerisms that were almost feminine. I wondered how that was happening
until both Daniel and I noticed one of the really effeminate boys at school
trying to be friendly with us. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw
Stefan leave with that boy after school.

It was instructive to Daniel and I how quickly people began to distance
themselves from Stef. I tried not to. I tried to remain a good friend and
available. But when Stef heard about our upcoming bike tour and dropped
hints he would like to go, neither Daniel nor I responded. Poor Stef. It
was not really that I wanted to keep my distance from him. I just wanted
the bike tour to be Daniel and me, only.

Aaron was doing fine. I wished Stef could be like Aaron. Oh, Aaron still
tried once in a while to get me to sneak off with him for a sixty-nine. He
was always horny. And I was always busy.

Aaron really did not care. He was banging his girlfriend steadily. Stefan
however, seemed to be turning head-on into homosexuality.

RYAN AND DAVID

After our beach trip together David came by the house a couple of
times. Each time, as soon as he could get me alone, he would try to get us
to have sex. However, I was well satisfied with Daniel (and Colin, of
course). And that dream had made me a little nervous about the younger
guys.

Then, after his campout with Colin, David was back for a couple more
visits, but had the same results with Colin and myself again. After that,
David seemed to give up on getting us to have sex on him and occasionally
dropped by, just because he wanted to hang out at our house or because his
brother did.

At the beach, I had told Ryan about my aquariums. I had a couple of tanks
with tropical fish, mainly live-bearers like swordtails and mollies. Ryan
came by not long after the beach trip to see them. He really liked my fish.

After that, Ryan came by frequently. Especially on Sunday afternoons. He
became my aquarium buddy.

I really enjoyed sharing that interest with Ryan. And I found myself really
liking Ryan as a person, despite his age. Maybe even because of it. He was
all boy energy.

And yet, it was not just that he was so young. Ryan's nature was to live
enthusiastically. He did not develop an interest in tropical fish and
aquariums; he exploded one.

>From his first visit, Ryan was hooked. First, I had to identify each type
of fish in my larger tank. "What's that gold one?"

"That's a swordtail. The one with the long fin in the back, like a sword,
is a male. That one, with a regular tail is a female. See how fat she is?"
I asked turning to him.

Ryan's young face was only a couple of inches from the glass. Light from
the aquarium washed over his wide eyes and intent expression. He was
enthralled, his eyes darting from fish to fish. He nodded.

"She's fat," I explained because she's a live-bearer and full of
young. Live-bearers don't lay eggs. They hatch their young inside and then
pop them out. I'll need to move her to another tank soon, so that when she
has the babies, the other fish won't eat them before I can get them
out. And I have to get her out of the birthing tank before she forgets
they're hers and eats them herself."

"Wow. How soon is she going to have them? I'd like to see that."

"Soon. I can try to call you when she starts to have them, but it happens
pretty quickly. At least you could see the babies. They're perfect little
fish when they are born."

"How do you feed them?" Ryan asked, looking up at me.

"With brine shrimp. They're really, really small shrimp."

"What are those flat, shiny ones," he pointed.

"Angel fish. I think they got their name from their long, flowing fins."

We went through all the fish, all the parts to the aquarium, all the food
and accessories. Then we moved on to my smaller tank. Then we moved on to
the little tank I used to isolate fish. Then we looked at my aquarium books
and magazines. Then we talked about my dream of setting up a salt-water
aquarium.

By the time we were done, I had a fellow enthusiast and a budding new
friend.

Before long, I had helped Ryan and his dad buy Ryan a tank and fish of his
own. We set it up in his bedroom.

I admit that Ryan's tight little body and his constant excitement were
attractive to me sexually. I figured that was mainly because I had had such
intense sex with him. But I held back from doing anything like that,
anything sexual (other than the little sexual shocks that ran through my
body each time we brushed together or he sat on my leg--I kept him off my
lap).  We really just became very good friends.

Besides sharing interests, we enjoyed and liked each other. Ryan was as
enthusastic in friendship as he was in everything he did. Our parents
marveled that two boys of such different ages could become such close
friends. I marveled, too, and enjoyed it.

We began to share my dream of building a salt water tank. It was Ryan's
idea to try populating it first with fish from the beach. So we began a
mutual study of brackish water and tanks.

Uncle James found an old guitar for Ryan because Ryan wanted to learn. I
began teaching him. We worked on our singing too. Ryan pursued guitar
hard. He practiced daily. It wasn't long before I suggested to Uncle James
that he get Ryan professional lessons. He did, and soon Ryan was passing
things on to me.

Ryan became my side-kick, and I loved him.

DANIEL

But it was Daniel who was the love of my life. As I look back on it, that
year, while we planned our bike tour and spent so much time together was
one of the very best in my life.

Every day, Daniel and I were together through much of school and rode
together after. But I lived for Friday nights, and our time together. And
for our Saturday rides.

Daniel's house was laid out with the master suite (his parent's room and
bath) on one side of the living areas and the other two bedrooms on the
other side, with their own hall. It was as if Daniel had that whole side of
the house to himself; his own apartment.

His folks rarely made an appearance there and we often hung out in just our
briefs or the boxers we had both started wearing. Actually, I started
that. Brief seems always seemed to rub right where I was sore from
riding. Daniel liked me in them. I had him try mine on one night. He looked
good. It was fun to just reach in and grab ahold of him. It was boxers for
us.

The cleaning lady came on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Though she had to notice
the dried cum that was constantly on the sheets, she may have just figured
Daniel for jerking off in bed, or a hell of a lot of wet dreams.

His room was large. He had his own TV, a desk, a work table, and a terrific
oversized, overstuffed leather armchair with a big ottoman. He also had a
queensize bed. Though later, his parents tried to give me the third bedroom
as my own or at least move a twin bed into Daniel's, I always, always
gratefully and gracefully, declined.

I explained that I didn't want to take over their guest room, just so I
could sleep there one night a week and certainly did not want to cause
extra house work. Both Daniel and I complained that his room was too full
for another bed and we did not want to take out a single thing that was
there. I assured Roger and Mary that Dan didn't hit me too many times in
the night and told them, truthfully, that sometimes I fell asleep in the
armchair and spent much of the night there.

"Kids," exclaimed Roger, "you guys can sleep anywhere!"

Well, it was not always sleeping that kept me in the armchair for much of
the night.

My first sleep over at Daniels was the night before our first century. I
had just broken up with Rachael. Daniel already was the focus of all my
imagination and desire. With Rachael out of the picture, I had nothing to
side track me. I not only felt, well, liberated. I also felt like somehow,
Daniel and I could be more special, as a couple, as friends, as lovers.

I cannot imagine any wedding night being more exciting than that first time
I slept over at Daniel's house. We had been riding constantly, and had not
stopped for love making in over two weeks. Daniel was probably hornier than
I. After all, it had only been a couple of days since I banged Rachael. It
was not that I was horny, really. It was that I longed to hold Daniel in my
arms again and to have him hold me. I was desperate for intimacy with him.

We had taken a short ride after school. We usually did just a short one on
Fridays. After the ride, we just left our cleated bike shoes at the door
and came in to eat supper with Daniel's parents. Afterward, we helped clear
away the table and spent a seemly amount of time with them Roger and Mary,

Daniel pointed out that we needed to go shower up and would probably just
watch TV in his room and maybe play some cards. So we said good night to
his parents and headed back.

The bathroom on Daniel's side of the house was Hollywood style. That is, it
was private between the two bedrooms on that side. There was a two sink
vanity on the front wall that backed on the hall. Side doors lead to each
bedroom. Then on the back wall were a linen cabinet and the door to the
garden bath and shower and the toilet area. The bathtub was built into a
short platform against a full glass exterior wall. There was a fenced,
private garden outside, but shutters for privacy as well. There was also a
glass shower. The floor was tiled, but with a large area rug.

I had never been in Daniel's bathroom. (Later I found out he was a little
embarrassed for his friends to see it because it was so fancy.)  Hell, I
was still in awe of his bedroom.

This night, when we walked back to his bedroom, Daniel closed the door
behind us and locked it. He stiff-armed me when I stepped toward him to
embrace. Instead, he took me by the hand and led me back to the garden bath
area. My jaw dropped.

"This is bigger than any master bath I've ever seen!" I exclaimed.

Daniel laughed. "You should see my parent's master bath. Dad had a sauna
built into it, and a huge shower. We'll use it sometime.

I walked up to the garden tub and looked out the window. "Damn, don't you
ever worry about people looking in?" I asked. Then I noticed that the fence
was close, tall and brick. There was a side gate into the back yard.

Daniel came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin
rested on my shoulder. "I spend hours every evening, standing here naked,
just hoping to see your head pop over the fence."

"What times?" I asked.

He swatted my butt.

"Damn, Daniel. If I knew you lived like this, I would have made friends
ages ago."

"Wish you had," he said as he ran his hands up under my bike jersey. "You
really do stink. I think I need to bathe you."

He briskly rubbed his hands up and down my back a couple of times before
stepping away to start water running in the tub. It was oval shaped and big
enough for two. As he tested the water with his hand, he commented, "We've
only lived here a couple of years. My Mom designed the house. She wanted to
make my side special too."

"No shit," I said and pulled off my jersey and dropped it to the floor.

"Stop," fussed Daniel, rising up and coming back to me. "I said I was going
to bathe you. That means I do all the work. You just let me do it."

"Can I bathe you back?" I asked.

"We'll see," he said, doubtfully. He took my face in his hands and kissed
me lightly. And then he put his forehead to mine and said with feeling, "I
love you, Sean, so much."

He ran his arms under mine and gave me a bone breaking hug, pressing the
side of his face hard against mine. "Can I at least hug back?" I asked and
nuzzled behind his ear.

"Please."

I put my arms around his shoulders and squeezed hard, burying my lips in
his neck. I licked the dried sweat and ran my tongue up the hollow under
his ear. "And you have no idea how much I love you, Daniel," I said,
kissing back down his neck. "You are my best friend, my lover, my bike
buddy..." I pulled my head back to look him in the eye. "You are my heart
and my life."

His eyes searched my face. "Is it possible?" he asked, his voice very
serious, "That you can love me as much as I love you?"

I brushed my lips lightly over his, then hugged him hard as I answered, "I
really believe, my love for you has gone past the measurable stage. The
only word I know anymore to really express how I feel for you is your name,
'Daniel'. I just say it a lot sometimes, especially when I'm thinking about
you. I just say, 'Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.' You know; changing how I say it
a little each time. And," I put my forehead back on his, "I think about you
all the time. I always want to be with you." I squeezed him
harder. "Sound's damn mushy, doesn't it?" I chuckled ruefully.

"No," he said as he lowered his arms to around my waist and pulled me to
him. "I feel incredible whenever I'm with you. Every time you look at me, I
feel great inside. I watch you in class when you aren't looking and I try
to memorize all your features. Every night, after I clean up, I wish we had
stopped to make love on the ride. Then I think what it would be to have you
in my bed every night."

I had been kissing his neck. He began to kiss mine.

"Please take off your shirt," I asked as I ran my tongue up the nape of his
neck. "I want to be as close as I can. I want to feel your skin against
me."

His hands went to the bottom of his shirt and he stepped back to pull it
over his head. Then he rolled off his pants and took off his socks before
stepping back into my arms. His eyes twinkled as he asked, "Is this
better?"

Before I could answer, his lips were on mine. We pressed our lips and
bodies together. As our mouths opened to each other, I ran my hands down
his back to his smooth butt. It was slightly gritty with dried sweat. I
pushed the cheeks together and pulled them apart, and then did it again,
pushing my crotch against his.

Daniel's hands found my waistband. He kissed down my chest and belly as he
rolled down my shorts. On his knees, he pulled my shorts on down to my
ankels and began licking under my balls. I sighed and put my hands on his
head. He licked down the sides of my scrotum and into the cracks between my
legs and balls.

"Is this how you're going to bathe me?" I asked. "With your tongue?--Not
that I mind, you know. I just wanted to warn you that I might get myself
all dirty again real quick if you keep that up."

Daniel looked up at me, my balls and cock covering his face below his
laughing eyes. "I wanted to taste and smell you--the ride and sweat
smell--before I wash you, Sean." His tongue snaked under my balls. He gave
me a long lick up from there, following the seem up the middle of my
scrotum and then my shaft up to the tip of my cock. "Did I ever tell you
how much I love the name, 'Sean,'" he asked, and then returned his tongue
to my balls.

Looking down at him, I saw mainly the top of his head and marveled again at
how beautiful he was from every angle. The long shape of his head, his
thick fine blond hair, the part down the middle. There was not a thing
about Daniel less than lovely. I ran my fingers into his hair.

His hand tugged at my right ankle. When I lifted my leg, Daniel pulled off
the shorts and sock on that leg. Then he tugged the other. He smiled up
past my balls at me again. Then stood and stepped to the tub to turn off
the water. He grabbed a couple of washrags from the towel rack and laid
them on the side of the tub.

Daniel took my hand and stepped us both into the bath. He made me remain
standing as he knelt behind me. He then soaped up a washrag and began
working up my left leg. The water was warm. So was the rag, and it was
soft. Daniel used a firm scrubbing motion as he moved up my leg, not
missing a single square centimeter.

As he got higher, he began running his mouth over my butt, kissing and
licking. He licked hard at the top of my butt crack, where the spine dives
under. The washrag reached the top of my thigh and then began to scrub back
and forth over my perineum. I bent forward and spread my legs a
little. Daniel surprised me by running his tongue up and down the crack of
my butt. I jumped.

He grabbed my hips as his tongue goosed me. I shivered. His tongue licked
around my anus. I bent over even farther, pulling my butt cheeks open wider
with my hands. Daniel moaned into my butt. "This isn't bad," he mumbled
with a little surprise.

"It feels damn good on the receiving side," I gasped.

Daniel pressed his face into my crack and shook his head from side to
side. He kissed each cheek, then began to work with the washrag down my
right leg. I stood back up and sighed, "You're going to have to do that
again sometime."

"Count on it," Daniel said, scrubbing my leg a little harder.

"Maybe I'll have to try it then," I said.

"When it's your turn," he said, dipping the washrag into the water
again. He resoaped and began scrubbing my butt. "You're really red on your
bottom. Does it hurt?"

"Not as much as when we first started riding together. I had to talk Colin
into rubbing ointment down there a couple of times."

"Hmmm," Daniel said thoughtfully, and I wondered if I should have mentioned
that. But then he said, "I've got some really good ointment I'll rub on you
later."

One of his hands moved to my shoulder and held me still as he scrubbed my
back. He kissed the back of my neck before he washed it. Then he dropped
back to his knees and used his hands on my hips to swivel me to face him.

He smiled up at me while he rinsed the washrag and soaped it again. While
still kneeling, he scrubbed a couple of spots at the top of my thighs he
had not been able to reach before. Then he worked the wash rag over my hips
and belly, up my abs and onto my chest.

Daniel was standing as he again grabbed my shoulder with one of his
hands. This time to hold me steady as he scrubbed my front. His hand ran
the washrag in circles over my chest, going gently over my nipples, kissing
each before he washed it.. He kissed my neck before he rubbed the washrag
over it. Then he kissed my lips.

"I think you missed a spot," I smiled at him as he pulled back.

He grinned. "Can't use a washrag there," he said, "too rough." He dropped
the rag on the side of the tub, dropped to his knees, grabbed the soap bar,
and began working up a lather with his hands. "Have to use hands for the
tender spots," he said seriously.

The bath had been so soothing that my cock had softened, but was still
thick, as was Daniel's. He kissed the crown of my cock before he began
gently working the lather onto my balls and between my legs. He scrubbed
harder with his finger nails as he lathered my pubic hair, pulling it out
to points. Finally, his hands closed over my cock.

Now I was rock hard. His hands gently moved up and down the shaft with
small scrubbing motions. My knees weakened. Too quickly, his hands left and
he stood again. "Lie down," he ordered.

I slid down into the tub. The water rose to my neck. Daniel knelt,
straddling my waist and lathed water over my neck. Then he put his hand
under the back of my head and began ladling water onto my hair. When it was
wet, he took a bottle of shampoo that was at the head of the tub and poured
some into my hair.

As I looked up into his face, I admired the fine line of his jaw, the
perfect nostrils showing over his lips. Daniel was concentrating as he
began to work the shampoo into my hair with one hand while still supporting
my neck and back of my head with the other. His face looked so intelligent
when he was intent.

My own hands moved up Daniel's sides and and shoulders. then slid back down
to his hips, up and down. As he worked, his balls dropped and rose off and
up my body.

Daniel finished and told me to lower my head back. With my hair completely
in the water, he ran his hands through it, working the soap out. Then, with
my head still back, his hand still supporting me, Daniel dipped his other
hand in the water, then ran it over the soap bar.

Smiling down at me, he began to wash my face with tender, loving caresses
of his hand. I closed my eyes to his smiling face as he worked around
them. "Gonna dunk now," he said as he lowered my head into the water.

While I blew bubbles through my nose to keep out the water, he quickly
wiped soap from my face. He was sitting on me now, his butt coming down on
my crotch. When I sat back up, he was in my lap. He dabbed my eyes dry with
the second wash cloth. When I opened them, his face was moving to mine. We
kissed and our arms went around each other as I sat up and his weight
settled more firmly into my lap.

While we kissed, I took the wet wash rag, dipped it, and soaped it behind
Daniel's back. His arms around me continued to hold us together. His cock
was rising up my body as it stiffened. Mine was rising up to press under
his butt.

I began to scrub his back with the washrag. We continued to kiss as my
hands scrubbed up the back of his neck, then down his sides. Again I soaped
up the washrag and leaned him back, supporting his back with one arm as I
broke the kiss and began to scrub his belly and chest with the
other. Daniel leaned his head back. My mouth moved to his exposed throat
and I tickled my tongue over it as I scrubbed him.

When I finished his chest, I soaped up his neck. And then, wrapping my arms
under him, I supported Daniel while I moved to my knees and lowered him
back down in the water. I moved a hand under his head as I began to work on
his hair.

Daniel's head was back and his eyes were closed. His soft lips beckoned. I
kissed him lightly. When I finished with the shampoo, I lowered him to
rinse it out and held him there to wash his face as he had done mine. His
legs were still bent up over mine. I was kneeling so that my hard cock lay
pressed against the base of his. When I dunked him to rinse his face, I
pressed our cocks harder together.

When I raised him back up, I slid us farther up the tub so that he could
lean back against the end. Still pressed against him, I raised one of his
legs up beside me and began to soap it with both hands. Daniel steadied
himself with his hands on the bottom of the tub. He watched me as I
worked. His cock twitched against mine. I washed down the one leg, and had
him lower it again into the water, where I rinsed it. Then I did the other.

Now I was ready to finish. I soaped my hands and ran them over his
belly. The water took the soap quickly, so I carried the bar under the
water to scrub his butt and into his crack. Then I soaped his submerged
cock and balls, moving my own cock back and forth over his, using it to
clean him as well. Daniel's eyes were half shut and he was sighing from
time to time.

I sat back long enough to clean between his legs. Then I laid myself down
against him and kissed his lips again. His arms went around my neck; my
hands on the end of the tub supported us. We ground together in the water.

"We need to finish in the shower," Daniel smiled up at me, "to rinse off
all the soapy water."

I helped him up and we stepped quickly across into the shower. Daniel
turned the nozzle to the wall. It took a long time for the water to
warm. We spent the time warming each other. The shower was a little small
for much manuevering. We held our slippery bodies pressed together while we
and the water got hot.

Daniel adjusted the temperature and pointed the nozzle down on us. We used
our bodies against each other to rinse off the remaining soapy water.

"It's a shame," I said, as we took a moment to lean back in each other's
arms. "After that fantastic bath you gave me; I'm so hot that I'm going to
explode all over myself as soon as we hit your bed."

Daniel grinned, "I'm fit to bust too." We ground our cocks together. "I
know what we should do," Daniel said as he turned me around. I felt his
cock slide up my ass crack. He reached around and grasped my cock. As
Daniel began to stroke me, he slid his cock up and down in my crack. I
reached behind and grabbed at his butt with both hands to pull him harder
against me.

Daniel was pumping and stroking us fast. Though he did not touch them (his
other arm was around my waist) my orgasm hit like someone grabbed my
balls. They tightened up and the cum flew out, splattering the shower
wall. I threw my head back in ecstasy, just in time to feel Daniel's own
cum shoot up my back with force. He continued to stroke and pump. We both
stayed hard. We could if we wanted, come again before long, but I wanted to
go to his room. Daniel turned me around again and we held each other as the
water ran over us. We began to soften a little.

Daniel turned me around again to make sure all his cum washed off my
back. Over my shoulder, he said, "Before we go back to my room, I need to
piss."

"Yeah. I think I need to too. Let's just piss in here. I like pissing in
the shower."

"Daniel laughed. Yeah, me too," with a mischievous grin, pulled me to him
in a hug and I felt the warm stream of his piss running down my legs. I let
loose too, smiling back at him.

"We're never going to get out of this shower," I said, "if we keep messing
ourselves."

But we did, after a little more rinsing. We finished our shower in each
other's arms.

Daniel and I dried each other off, which almost turned into a wrestling
match. We were definitely horny again. As we put the towels back on the
rack, I turned to face Daniel. "I don't want you to think I'm silly, but
I'd like to do something."

"OK," Daniel answered cautiously.

"No, really," I said. Before he could back away, I swept Daniel up in my
harms, carrying him like a groom carries a bride over the threshold. It
seemed silly as soon as I did it, but it felt good holding Daniel like that
and I didn't put him back down.

Dan laughed and let his hand behind my back slide to my butt. "Darling," he
said in his best starlet voice, "is this our honeymoon?"

I shrugged, "Just felt like doing it," and I carried him sideways through
the bathroom doors into his room and laid Daniel down on the bed and myself
on him.

We kissed.

Our kissing was getting hotter when Daniel pulled his head back on the
pillow, "Hey, I forgot to put ointment on your butt."

"I'm OK," I said, trying to lock lips again.

His faced dodged mine. "No. I want to."

He looked serious, so I said, "OK, but can I do yours? At the same time?"

"Cool," Daniel said, rolling me off of him and jumping off the bed. He went
into the bathroom and returned with some medicated lotion. "How do you want
to do this?" he asked.

I was lying on my back, knees bent. "Sixty-nine me."

"Cool," he grinned and opened the top of the lotion as he came to the
bed. Daniel squeezed some into my hand, and then crawled over me so that
his cock was on my chest and his pressed mine. Daniel pushed my legs up and
back with his elbows, raising my bottom. The lotion felt cool and soothing
as Daniel began to gently work it in.

My view was wonderful. I'd never seen Daniel quite this way. His balls were
a light red where they spread between his legs and over my chest. His
perineum was surprisingly thick with the base of his hard cock. The skin
looked really tight and shiny. His pink anus peeked out between his
hairless butt cheeks. His fine golden leg hairs climbed almost to the back
of his thighs. The strong muscles of his legs and butt showed clearly under
his skin.

As I smoothed the lotion into his butt, with loving, admiring hands. His
muscles were hard under my hands, but the skin was smooth and soft. I
probed his perineum curiously, my fingers testing the feel of it.

"You're beautiful," Daniel said before I could.

"No fair!" I protested. "I was about to say the same thing."

"You're really nice back here."

"So are you," I returned.

"It's making me really hot."

"Me too. You move your chest much and you're going to have me cuming again
soon."

"No, not yet," Daniel said.

We rubbed each other, spreading ointment onto our bottoms and backs of our
thighs. We found that it was too stimulating to rub each other's perineum
too long orhard. We drifted into conversation.

This mutual application of lotion was to become a favorite thing for us to
do after rides, especially on tour. We had some good conversations in that
position.

Eventually, Daniel climbed up beside me on his side, his cock lying over my
hip and belly. He began idley plucking at my pubic hair with one hand after
sliding his other under me. His head was beside me on the pillow.

"Sean?"

"Yeah?" I answered dreamily. I had been enjoying the feel of Daniel's
fingers in my pubes. I looked over at him. He had a serious expression.

"I want you to cum inside me tonight and I want me to cum inside you."

"Sure." I had been hoping for that myself and wondered why Daniel was so
serious. "Are you thinking something like a 'blood brother' kind of thing?"
I asked.

Daniel chuckled. "Cum brothers?" He looked off and said half to himself,
"maybe something like that."

"What are you thinking?"

He looked back at me. His brow furrowed. "I'm not sure I can really say it,
and if I could, I'm not sure you would want to hear it."

Well I was never anxious to hear something when someone told me I probably
would not want to. But somehow, this night was special to me, too. We were
sharing it. I wanted to know. I rolled to face him, "Tell me. Please."

He took a deep breath. "It's a lot of things. Like, well, you know you
aren't the first guy I messed around with, but...ah, shit. It's stupid."

I stroked my hand down his side and up, trying to sooth him, trying to
reassure him, trying to stay connected. "Please tell me, Dan. Maybe I'm
feeling stupid too."

He took another deep breath and rolled onto his back, his eyes on the
ceiling. "OK. Well. You know you aren't the first guy I've messed around
with, Sean. But you are the only one I will have ever shared my bed with,
in my own room, in my own house. Somehow, messing around outside was
different. Bringing that part of us into my own home and room...well it's
special. It's special and it's sort of final. No turning back." He turned
to look at me, "I'm gay, Sean. I'm gay and I love you. There's no sense
fooling myself. You're all I think about. I love every little part of you,
every one of your little ways of doing and saying things. I love every hair
on your head. Hell, I love every hair in your pubes." He looked back at the
ceiling. "I haven't thought about sex with a girl since last summer."

It was my turn to roll onto my back. What to say? What to say? What came
out was, "Who was the first guy you messed around with."

"Stefan."

"Me too."

"Yeah. I know. He told me. In fact, I think he told me about it when he was
trying to talk me into messing around with him."

"Then you probably know that Stef was the one who got my 'my own bed'
gift." I reached down beside me and found Daniel's hand. "I am very sorry
that I cannot give that to you, Daniel. Like you are giving me."

His hand squeezed mine back.

Man, I had just broken up with Rachael. I wasn't ready yet to decide I was
gay. "I'm not sure that I'm not bi, Daniel. But," I squeezed his hand in
mine, "You are the only one I have ever loved like this. I cannot imagine
loving anyone else like this way. The only one I think about all the time
is you."

Now I took a deep breath. "I love you, Dan. If you want, I'll be gay. I
can't give you what you are giving me tonight--you know, the way you said
it, about your own home and bedroom--I can't give you that, but I have
already given you my heart and you own it more and more every day."

Daniel rolled toward me. He kissed my cheek as his arm went over my chest
and he laid his leg over my now soft cock. I felt his own soft cock and
balls press into my side. We lay there, quietly. My cock began to harden
under the weight of Daniel's leg. His cock began to harden in response. He
ground himself into my side, and then climbed on top of me.

His legs lay inside mine. His belly and chest were on mine. Daniel looked
down into my face. There was hunger and desire in his eyes. My cock jumped
between us. One end of his mouth twisted up in a little smile. Our mouths
came together. His arms wrapped under my neck. I moved my hands to his back
and slid them slowly down, enjoying a long feel all the way down to his
butt. His balls were laying on mine. As if on que, we moaned at exactly the
same time. Twin smiles broke our kiss.

I wrapped him in a bear hug and rolled us back and forth on the bed; me on
top, Daniel on top, me on top. I was very happy and not sure completely
why. Whatever steps in our lives and relationship this night might
represent, we were doing it together.

We both were laughing and grinding. As I rolled to the top, Daniel grabbed
my butt and he said, "You go first, Sean." Then he put his lips to my ear
and whispered, "Fuck me as deep as you can."

"Ummmm," I squeezed Him again. "I'm ready. Do you have some lotion or
something?"

"Look in the drawer there," Dan answered, pointing to his night stand.

I reached over and pulled open the drawer. Feeling around in the drawer, I
found a tube and pulled it out. It was KY. "Do you want the lights out?" I
asked.

"No. The door's locked. I want us to see each other."

I knelt up between his legs. My cock was pointing up hard and
ready. Daniel's eyes were fixed on it. I stroked KY onto my cock making a
show of it for Daniel. His cock twitched. He pulled his legs up, holding
his knees with his hands. His butt hole lay ready before me. I place the
tip of my cock at his hole and rolled my weight forward.

I slid slowly into Daniel, our eyes locked. I moved slowly as much to savor
the sensations as to be easy on Daniel. I spread my legs to help hold
Daniel's up and out and lowered my belly and chest onto him. I wrapped my
arms under him. His folded over my back. My lips met his and our eyes
closed as our mouths opened. We began to rock, my cock in and out of
Daniel; Daniel's butt rising to take me in. We pressed hard each thrust. He
wanted me deep inside him. I wanted to be deep inside him.

We were in no hurry. We kissed over each others faces, chewed ears, licked
necks, deep throated each other's tongues, and held each other very, very
close.

Daniel began milking my cock by tightening his ass hole each time I
withdrew. Each time I pushed hard into him, my balls pressed onto his
butt. My weight on him kept Daniel's cock pressed against my gut.

My balls began to tighten. I felt an orgasm stretch itself deep down in
them and begin to rise. My moans began to blend into one, long, low, wail
of rising ecstasy. Daniel held me harder and dug his heels into my butt as
he pushed his butt up hard to meet me. My cum began to shoot hard inside
Daniel, deeper down than the length of my cock. I cried out into the hair
behind his ear.

Our rocking continued until I was dry. Still I stayed in him. Recovering, I
kissed him and squeezed my butt cheeks together several times to force out
the last drops and the last sensations of my climax. Our embrace relaxed. I
sighed. "Oh man. I hope your turn is as good for you, Daniel. That was
amazing."

His hands clenched on my back, almost painfully. "Get up slow," he said
between clenched teeth. "It was amazing for me too. I'm almost ready to
shoot."

I pushed myself up off him slowly and slowly withdrew my cock until I was
completely out of him and hovering over his body. He relaxed and lowered
his legs. "You OK?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Look, Daniel," I said. "I could just sit on it and let you shoot into
me..."

He frowned

"But, I want to spoon," I continued. "I want you to cum in me and stay in
me and I want you to hold me in your arms as long as you can."

Daniel smiled.

I lay down on my side, my back to Daniel and drew my knees up a little. He
stirred, and I felt him quickly apply KY to my butt.

"Don't even bother doing your cock, man. I don't want you to cum before
you're in. Just get in as fast as you can," I urged.

His body slid up behind mine. As soon as the tip of his cock touched my
hole, I pushed back hard and he popped in. I couldn't help letting out a
gasp, but continued to push, all the way back. When I felt his pubic hair
against my butt, we held still. His arms slowly moved around me. As his
embrace closed, he began to move in me. He moved slow, and kept himself
shallow. My pain passed. I was glad he had not shot right away.

But his climax was coming. Daniel began to move faster and was soon
pistoning hard and deep into me while his arms dropped to around my waist
and pulled me back to him. He tensed, and I felt him cum warm and wet
inside me. His cock throbbed for some time. I clenched my butt several
times and forced his orgasm longer.

When he was done, he slid his arms up my body to encircle my chest. "Thank
you," he said into the back of my neck.

I wrapped my arms over his and slid my legs back until our bodies touched
all the way down. "I could die like this," I breathed.

"I could live like this," Daniel answered.


I spent almost the entire week between Christmas and New Years at Daniel's
house. We rode very day and made love every night. I would like to say that
after making love, we slept each evening in each other's arms. We did many
nights, but a couple of nights that week, and often on our Friday nights,
we simply slept side by side. It was deeply satisfying simply to share his
bed with Daniel.

Every Friday night from then on, I spent at Daniel's house. Valentine's day
fell on a Friday. I did not want to be obvious by taking him out to supper
or a date. But in his room, I gave him a gold chain for his neck. A man's
chain. He gave me some black bikini briefs.

"Where the hell did you get those?" I asked, amazed. And then wondered,
"And where can I keep them?"

"Never mind where I got them. And we'll hide them here. But after seeing
you in a black Speedo, I wanted to see you in these."

"Put them on me?"

Daniel smiled and undressed me. By the time I was naked, I was rock
hard. "Damn Daniel, If I put those on now, they'll be all stretched." He
looked a little disappointed. Trying to take my mind off his present, I
thought of mine. "Let me put my present on you."

Daniel held the chain back up for me. I could have put it on with him
clothed, but wanted to see it on his bare chest. I took off his shirt and
then put my check to his as I looked over his back to fasten the chain. He
shuddered a little as my warm breath traveled down his neck.

I was still just as hard.

"I want to see you in that underwear," Daniel said. And without ceremony,
he dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.

If his intention was to get me off quickly so that I could put on his gift,
I disappointed him. I was enjoying what he was doing way too much to
hurry. When I did finally cum, it took a couple of moments to soften up. I
thought a piss would help. When I returned from the bathroom, Daniel was
sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, leaning back on his
elbows. "Model for me," he commanded.

I pulled on the briefs. They felt good. His eyes on me felt good. I tried
not to think about that. I didn't want to get hard again too soon. I began
to dance. I did as erotic a dance as I knew how. I swivled my hips and
thrust them forward and back. I turned my back to Daniel and moved waved
invitations with my black covered ass as I looked back over my shoulder at
him.

His eyes were bright. He looked hungry. I moved to the bed and knelt
astride his lap. I looked into his eyes and I danced on him, grinding
myself into the hardness in his pants. Daniel's eyes fixed on were I was
rubbing over him. I must have done a good job. Daniel came in his pants.

Often on Friday nights, his parents took us out to eat. Roger and Mary
taught us bridge. We began playing most Friday nights. Many Saturday
nights, my family (sometimes without Colin) would come to the Reese's home
for supper. There were several nights they came over to our house.

Sometimes on weeknights I would go to do homework with Daniel. His dad
sometimes helped us. He was particularly good at history and science. No
surprise.

Our Saturday rides were becoming longer. We did a couple of over-nighters,
one to the beach, one to a state park. But it was beginning to get
warm. Daniel told me about panniers (bicycle saddlebags). We ordered bags
and racks for two side bags each, a handlebar bag, and a bag for the top of
the rear rack. We had the bike store put on fittings for extra water
bottles. We ordered two ultra light mummy sleeping bags that could be
zipped together. They stuffed into small nylon bags. We got light bed foam
to put under them.

At the end of April, we tried a fully loaded ride to the beach. Uncle
James's family would be there, but they would let us have the third
bedroom. Daniel made clear to David and Ryan that we definitely were not
going to mess around with them, especially while their parents were there.

David's reply was, "Why not? We do." Which made Daniel and I think that
maybe he and I could get away with a little private lovemaking in the spare
bedroom.

We had been riding into the breeze off the gulf (which in March and April
can mean downright strong winds) believing that could help us prepare for
hills. Where we lived was flat, flat, flat. The day of our fully loaded
ride to the beach was particularly windy. We were not a third of the way
before we were mentally stripping down our planned packing. In fact, we
were wondering if we could get by with just the rear top back. Fully
loaded, it felt like we were climbing into the wind with drag chutes.

It wasn't especially easier on the return trip, even with the wind. We
jokingly talked about packing zero clothes and buying food on the road.

Back then, we had no Spring Break and Dad wanted me home for Easter, so we
make no trips longer than overnight. But we began riding harder every day,
except Sundays when we weren't doing overnighters.

Our love making became more experimental. We made love on the bed, on the
chair and ottoman, on the floor, standing up, in the tub, in the shower,
even on Daniel's work table. We learned what pleased each other and were
delighted when we discovered something new that the other one liked.

For example, I discovered that if I concentrated on Daniel's cock crown,
sucking and swirling over it with my tongue while shoving a finger up his
butt, I could drive him crazy. He discovered that I loved having my balls
played with. But mostly, we liked it all.

We did well in school. Our families loved us both. Summer and our bike tour
were fast approaching. Everything was perfect.


It was on the second Friday in May that Roger announced to Daniel that he
had accepted a position as Dean of the psychology department at a
university in Houston. He would begin spending time in Houston in at the
end of the month. The family would move toward the end of July.

Roger met me at the door when I arrived for my sleep over to tell me
personally. "It was very sudden, Sean. It was just last week that they
called. They needed to have an answer quickly so that the new Dean, whoever
they got, would have time to prepare for the fall. Mary and I just decided
two days ago. We wanted to wait until today because we knew that once
Daniel knew about the move, he would not be able to keep it from you, and
we wanted to tell you ourselves.

I felt like I had been slapped in the face and guess I looked it.

For the first time ever, Roger hugged me and held me to him. Stunned, I
just stood and let him hug me. Roger stepped back and put his hands on my
shoulder. "Sean, you have become a second son to us. Honestly, I'd take you
with us if I could." His eyes suddenly watered, "Hell," he said, turning
away and wiping his eyes, "Mary and I almost turned this job down because
of what you and your family mean to Daniel and us."

I had never seen Roger show much emotion. I put my hand out and onto his
shoulder. Roger turned and hugged me hard again. Then he stepped back and I
asked, "Is this a good move for you, sir?"

He looked up at me, a little surprised, "Why yes. It is a very good move."

I held out my hand, "Then congratulations, Dr. Reese. I really am glad for
you." I tried to smile.

A sudden look of appreciation passed over Roger's face. He took my hand,
and standing a little straighter to look me more in the eye, Roger said. "I
am grateful that you are my friend, Sean. And I am very grateful that you
are Daniel's."  I nodded.

Still holding my hand, he said, "Sean, I know you may be hurting a little
inside too. I really am sorry."

"A little?" I choked, and suddenly tears were streaming down my cheeks. I
freed my hand and used my shirt to dry my eyes. "I'm sorry," I said. "I
really am glad for you, Dr. Reese. I really am."

He hugged me again, and I cried some on his shoulder. I fought them, but a
couple of sobs fought their way out. Pulling myself together, I
straightened up, and stepped back. I wiped my eyes again. "I guess it's
really silly of me to have done that. After all, Daniel and I have only
been good friends a few months."

"I have heard of lifetime friendships being made in the course of a few
hours, Sean. You and Daniel have become like brothers. You know my wife has
damn near adopted you," he smiled, and while he held his smile, his eyes
filled again, "You know," he said, holding my gaze, "I've damn near adopted
you myself."

We were quiet a second. "Mary didn't want to be here when I told you. She's
back in our bedroom, probably crying. I better get back to her. Maybe we
can go out to supper later."

"We should," I said determined to sound cheerful. "To celebrate."

He smiled and left for his room.  I walked back to Daniel's room.

Daniel was standing at his window. He turned when I entered the room. His
eyes were red.

We met in the middle of the room and embraced. "It's a good move for your
Dad," I said.

"Yeah, I know." Daniel sounded all cried out.

"You won't get away from me as easily as moving to Houston," I declared.

"You know I don't want to."

"We can still do the tour?"

"We can still do the tour." He rubbed my back. "The shorts came in." (We
had ordered some nylon running shorts to pack on the tour. They would be
light, cool, and quick to dry.

"I'd like to see you in a pair," I said.

"I'd like to see you," Daniel countered.

"Have you thought about staying? Maybe move in to our house?"

Daniel smiled. "Would you move to Houston with us?"

I smiled back, ruefully. "Let's try on shorts. Oh, but we may not have much
time. Your Dad may want to take us out for dinner." I watched Daniel's face
as I added, "I told him I thought we should, to celebrate his new
position."

Daniel gave me a warm smile and began stripping. He said, "Maybe later we
can celebrate with a few new positions of our own."

Once we each were wearing only the shorts, we paraded around in front of
each other a moment. Daniel looked incredible. I walked up to him and
reached into his shorts. "Daniel," I said, grabbing hold of his cock. I
wanted to sound as convinced as I now was when I looked him in the eye and
said flatly, "I'm gay."


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