Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 13:36:29 -0500 From: Josh Subject: Sea Change, Pt 6 A writer's pause: Guys, guys--ya'll are a rough crowd. I'm delighted for your encouraging emails and suggestions. I have actually incorporated a couple into the story. However, if I make a story segment too romantic, somebody says it's cheesy or that there is not enough sex. If I make the boys a little promiscuous (like I was at that age--remember that Sean and David are only about to turn 17), then it's not romantic enough. Somebody wants incest. Somebody else is appalled that Colin and Sean mess around. And you guys are thorough! One guy teased me because in the bath scene the boys missed sucking each other's toes. Well damn. I grew up in sports. Everyone had athlete's foot. I never got into toes. Yuk. Fellas, it's erotica. It's fantasy. I hope to keep a backbone of reality while making this as rich and erotic a romance as I can. Please remember that I'm new at this. I have only been trying my hand at fiction of any kind for, what, about 3 months? That's why it is still hard for me to pull off scenes with humor (the heat balm scene was meant to be humorous, guys, not tragic) or keep the romantic scenes from getting a little cheesy or cliched. But I'm working on it. My writing experience has been primarily with technical writing. My tendency from habit would be to write "With his right forefinger, Sean lifted Daniel's left testicle three centimeters above the plane of the bed." I think I'm doing better than that. Oh, I know there many typos. I try to be careful, but unfortunately I cannot submit these stories to my usual proof readers (and live). Sea Change is not trying to rise to the level of a Romeo and Juliet. Hell, when I started, it was only going to be a segment or two. But I'm into the story now, and am trying to make it a story of love and love making among boys as I remember my times, and boys of that time. And yes, I did experience a mutual infatuation like these boys began with. More than once. Sean and Daniel will do better than I in many respects. But great romances have challenges and many romances are tragic. Yet all great romances spring from endurance and commitment. Love must triumph. The boys in the story have worked through much in dealing with their orientation. In the next segments they grapple with other things (double entendre intended). SEA CHANGE, Pt 6 Daniel gave me the idea himself, back in April, shortly before his dad told us about the move to Houston. It was when we were in one of our mutual butt lotioning sessions. Again, that is where one of us lies on top of the other in a sort of slid down, sixty-nine position. That way we can apply soothing ointment to each other's riding-sore bottoms at the same time. I was on top this time, gently rubbing in lotion and memorizing the landscape of Daniel's butt, one of my favorite pastimes. We had rubbed in the lotion pretty thoroughly and Daniel and I were just casually talking as we stroked our hands over each other's bottoms. The topic was whether to up our target for how far to travel each day on our tour. At a pause in the conversation, Daniel changed the subject. "Didn't you tell me that you got Colin to rub ointment on your butt a couple of times." Damn. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that. "Yeah." "Have you and Colin ever..." "Yeah," I didn't wait for him to finish. "Damn lucky guy," he said. But as I was wondering whether he meant me or Colin, Daniel asked, "Do you still?" "Well damn, Daniel," I said in a mildly complaining voice. "It's been a little hard to stop. I mean you and I don't get to mess around together except for weekends most of the time. Sometimes during the week he gets horny or I do." Then I quickly added in a conciliatory tone, "We don't do it very often. He just lost his virginity--his virginity with a girl that is--and he's not as interested, or at least as horny, lately." "Who did he loose it to?" "His girlfriend, Susan," I said, matter-of-factly. "I credit his success to my expert training and coaching" "That means you taught him how to suck genitals up through a kiss and how to stun with zap sexual energy just by touching?" "Golly," I said, trying to sound impressed. "Am I that good?" "You've been a good pupil," Daniel said flippantly as he finger poked my sphincter. Because of the ointment, his finger slid in. He pushed it in to the knuckle while I tensed and gasped. He began to finger fuck me, finding my prostate with his fingertip. "Oh, hell," I gasped as my cock became instantly hard, "I didn't need any medicated lotion in there." "Yet," Daniel corrected. Then he continued thinking out loud as if he was just scratching my back instead of lighting up my insides. "Colin is one of the most beautiful boys I've ever met. I think you both got your great looks from your Mom. But you have more like Hollywood great looks. Colin has more like high fashion, classic good looks." "Thanks. I think," I said semi-deliriously. Daniel brushed past my thank you. "Yeah. With that deep red hair and creamy complexion, he looks sort of like a classic dessert, you know? With a cherry on top?" "A damn boney dessert--aaagh," I gasped as he pushed gently on my inner bud. "The bone is probably the best tasting part," Daniel said as he rubbed my butt soothingly with one hand and reamed me royally with the other. "I'm going to start getting jealous in a second," I warned just before I began chewing on the sheet under us. "Ha! I'm the one who should be jealous," Daniel warned. But he didn't sound angry. "You've been cheating on me with your own brother." "You might as well be jealous of my hand," I replied with what sarcasm I could muster, "Colin and I basically just get each other off. And I haven't messed around with anybody else since that time at the beach with your cousins." "Your hand, huh? I bet Colin does stuff for you your hand could never do. Does he make love as well as I do?" "Hell no, you shit. Nobody could." Daniel let out a fake sigh of relief. "And," I corrected. "You and I make love. Colin and I screw each other." "Oh, you do?" "You know what I mean--Oh, shit. How many fingers have you pushed in back there?" "Just one. I've got something bigger in mind though." I groaned, "At least it doesn't wiggle around inside like your finger. Not unless you've developed some new talent." I felt his cock jump under my chest. "Naw. Not long enough," I said. "By the way, if you don't want me to cum all over your belly and ruin a perfectly good after-ride butt rubbing tradition, you better stop finger fucking me." "What would you like in there next?" I could hear the smile in his voice. Without waiting, I pulled away from his finger, rotated over him until I was sitting on his chest looking down at his grin. I reached back and stroked his semi to get him as ready as I was. "Let's put something softer in," I said. "If you want softer, you better quit rubbing my cock because that's what's going in there next. I kept stroking him. I wasn't ready yet because I had thought of a question. "Have you screwed around with anyone? And be careful how you answer. Your cock is in my hand and will tell me if you lie." He laughed. "How is it going to do that?" I squeezed it hard. "OK, I know how hard it is now. If you lie, it will get softer. If it's even the tiniest bit softer, I'll know you lied." He grinned broadly. "This could be fun. How many questions are you going to ask? Are you going to squeeze each time." I squeezed his cock hard again. "Just the one question. Your answer please." "Well," he said, "I guess I better tell the truth. You have a cute little brother. I have a cute and very horny little cousin." "David or Ryan?" "David, you ass-hole. You now him. He's always horny. Ryan's almost the opposite. Even David doesn't get much from him these days. You could though. He thinks you're some kind of superboy." "What, and you don't?" I asked and squeezed again. "Uh, uh," Daniel protested. "You said just one question." "One more. How often do you and David mess around?" "Probably less than you and Colin." He winced as I squeezed hard again. "Not more than a half dozen times since our beach trip." "A half-dozen times!" I exclaimed. "What do you have left for me?" I pouted and squeezed his cock again. "Try me on and see," Daniel grinned. I slid back, kneeling on either side of his hips. I felt an itching sort of hunger down at my sphincter that grew as I put the tip of his cock at my hole. I sat back. After his finger play, his thick dick felt very good going in. Daniel's eyes had closed. His smile had become sublime. "You always feel so good and tight," he sighed. "Maybe," I said, greatly distracted by the internal pleasure, "I should administer my lie detector exam this way." I clamped my butt hole tight on him. Though it we had joked about it that night, in the days that followed I tried to think through just how I felt and how Daniel must feel about our having sex of any kind with others. On the one hand, it didn't seem to faze Daniel that Colin and I messed around. He even sounded envious. Well if he was, it wouldn't bother me if he and Colin whooped it up sometime. I was sure of Daniel's feelings for me. Neither did I think it likely that increasingly straight Colin would fall for Daniel. The key, I decided, as to whether messing around with someone else was OK, was whether the messing around was just sex or not. If it was just sex, it was OK. At least, that made sense to me. I decided I would need to talk to Daniel about it. In the meantime, I certainly didn't care if Daniel fucked David. I didn't particularly care to myself. I liked David less and less. I was not sure why. Because he was always trying to bed Daniel? or Colin? Maybe it was because he was banging his little brother, Ryan. Ryan was my sidekick. He had become dear to me. I didn't want David to mess him up. The first Sunday after Dr. Reese announced his new position, Ryan came over. He offered to help me clean my larger aquarium. Gratefully, I took him up on it. As we were working, Ryan told me, "Daniel, I've been saving some money and I was thinking maybe this summer, after Daniel moves to Houston, you could help me buy and set up a twenty gallon tank. I'd like to get a new one." "Maybe, Ry, but I'm planning on helping Daniel and his family move. In fact, your aunt and uncle have invited me to stay the rest of the summer with them. I probably won't come back until just before school." I expected Ryan to be disappointed. Instead, he almost looked relieved. "Oh that's really, really good, Sean, he said. You guys will have a great time." "Ry," a thought had occurred to me. "Were you worried about me being lonely after Daniel left? Is that why you were willing to spend money I know you've been working hard to save on another aquarium? To get me busy and take my mind off being lonely?" Ryan flushed. "Well maybe, sorta." I bent, put my arms around his chest and lifted him off the ground in a big bear hug (and I realized he had grown since the summer). "You little, you little," I could not think what to call him. "You, little, wonderful, great, kid." I squeezed him and kissed his cheek, then put him down. I messed his hair. "You really are a neat kid, Ryan." I smiled. "And a good friend. I'll take you up on that time together this fall, OK." But a frown had crossed Ryan's brow. "Sean, you said that you wouldn't be back until just before school started. What about football?" "I'm not going to play football this year." "What! You're kidding, right?" "Come on Ry. There are more important things than football." "For you? Your last year in high school? I can only think of one thing you would consider more important, Sean," he said, looking up at me steadily. "Damned perceptive little kid," I said and swatted his backside. "Does Daniel know you're planning to skip football?" I turned to Ryan and took his shoulders in my hands. "Ryan, please don't say anything to Daniel yet. That will be for him and me to work out. Damn," I said, standing back up, "You sound just like your uncle Roger. When he asked me to stay until the end of the summer, he joked that he meant next summer. When I told him I would just stay until it was time for school, he said the exact same things about football as you did." "Did you make him promise not to tell Daniel?" "Yeah, I did. I told him Daniel would try to talk me out of it and I said I didn't want to be talked out of it." "Daniel should know what you're planning," Ryan said. "Not yet." Once Dr. Reese accepted the Deanship, things began to move quickly. Preparations for the move began to dwarf preparations for our bicycle tour. A high priority for Roger and Mary became to find a home in Houston. They planned to immediately start spending weekends in Houston, house hunting. They very much wanted Daniel to help them look. In fact, they wanted me to help look, as well. But Roger and Mary knew that Daniel and I were training hard for the tour. They agreed to let us stay and "watch the house." We were only too glad to do just that. Daniel and I looked forward to finally getting the whole house to ourselves. We had used his parent's sauna, but never messed around in there. His parents were always around. Daniel was anxious to try it. Personally, I wanted to make love to Daniel on the huge dark leather couch in the living room. But what we both were anxious to try was Roger and Mary's shower. It was big enough for two. In fact it was planned for two, with twin, detachable shower heads. That first Friday Roger and Mary left for Houston, Daniel and I had stripped by the time their car left the drive. This was going to be a naked night. We skipped our short Friday ride and fired up the sauna. While we were waiting for it to heat up, I "accidentally" popped Shawn with a towel. Well, that was a mistake. As anyone who has ever had a towel fight in a locker room knows, towel fighting naked is an extreme sport. Daniel and I had an incredible towel-fight swashbuckler as we fought through every room of the house, enjoying the freedom of being naked in each. I surrendered in the kitchen. Daniel had caught the shaft of my cock with a sharp little pop that turned it instantly red. "Stop! Stop!" I shouted. "I give up. We're going to spoil the whole weekend if you get my cock all swollen." Daniel was concerned and stepped up to gingerly lift my cock for an examination. Nevertheless, he managed to say, "Getting your cock all swollen was exactly what I had planned for this weekend." "Yeah, but not broken and swollen with a big bulge in the middle," I protested as we both looked down at my wounded member. "That might feel interesting." "You're going to find out," I warned. "In the meantime you have to kiss it and make it all well." Daniel smiled, but instead of "kissing it," he walked to the freezer and retrieved an ice cube which he held against my injury. I jumped and he backed me into the sink counter with it. "Kissy cock later. First we're gonna freeze it." "Well you're doing a damn fine job of that!" I said loudly, standing on my toes as he numbed my cock and balls with it. "Then what? We gonna thaw it in the sauna?" I asked. "There, or in a little oven I have." I shuddered. It really was cold. "Isn't your hand freezing?" I asked. Daniel tossed the ice in the sink. "Whimp," he said as he again took my cock in his hand. "We may have to spend some time working on this tonight." "Hope I can ride tomorrow." I said. "Hope I can ride tonight," Daniel answered. Daniel put his hands on his hips, his own semi hard cock jutting out beautifully. "Wait a minute. Just how have you been using 'that' in your bicycle riding?" "It keeps my center of gravity low." I answered. "Good! If it's swollen, your center will be just that much lower." "Your lack of sympathy has appalled me," I declared in a mock wounded fashion. "I will retire to the sauna." "As your attending physician, I insist that I accompany you there." "Excellent, doctor. I think I will need your attention." And I got it. The sauna had heated nicely. It was a small one, designed to be installed inside houses. It was constructed of kiln-dried wood with two benches just long enough to stretch out on, lava rocks over the heating element, and a wooden bucket with a ladle to water the rocks. We quickly discovered that the higher bench was way too hot for cuddling and the lower bench was not much better. Though we sat on the lower bench, backs to opposite walls, just playing with each other's privates using our toes, we were soon both drenched in sweat and our cocks were wilted. Not at all what we had in mind. We stepped out into the spacious master bath and sat on the edge of the large tub, dripping sweat. "Technically," Daniel said, "If you do what the instructions said the Scandinavians do with their saunas, we're supposed to stay out now for as long as we were in. Then we go back in and throw water on the rocks. Then we come out again for as long as we were in. Then we go in a third time and throw water on the rocks and beat our backs with hyssop." "Do you have hyssop?" "Nope." "Can we beat our backs with something else?" "I don't want any heavy bruising." "I had a soft instrument in mind." "I know." "You know," I said, "If we do all that cooking and sweating and steaming and beating, you're going to have to carry me to the bedroom." "No I don't. I'll just lay your limp body out on the floor and ravish you." "With a wet noodle? You're going to be too limp. You'll have to stuff it in with a screw driver." "Ouch! I didn't know you were kinky." "I'm not. I'm going to be passed out. Remember?" "And that's not kinky?" Daniel nudged my leg, "Want to just hit the shower?" "Yeah, I do." The shower was a large, square thing with terrazzo tile walls on three sides and a glass wall and door on the front. The two side tile walls had faucets with detachable shower heads; one high for Roger, one lower for Mary. The back tile wall had a built-in bench. Daniel and I each fired up a shower head. The water was ice cold. Personally, I find cold water and a detachable shower head inspirational. I got inspired. Daniel got inspired back. Neighbors closer than a half mile should have been able to hear us. As the water got warmer, so did we. Daniel showed me how to adjust the settings on the shower heads to get a fine, stimulating spray. We began working each other over. When Daniel passed the spray over my balls, I grabbed his arm with my free hand and held it there. "You like that?" he grinned. "Oh, yeah. Here," I released his arm and pulled up my ball sack. "Squirt underneath. Oh, yeah. Like that." I leaned back against the wall, my own showerhead aimed in the general direction of Daniel's side. "I think I'll just stay like this." I said. "Oh? How about this?" Daniel lifted my cock and squirted the underside. "Oh, yeah. That works to." I stirred off the wall and leaned Daniel back against his. "Let me show you." The look of pleasure on Daniel's face as I worked over his sensitive areas would have made me hard even if I wasn't already getting there. While still leaning back, he aimed his showerhead back into my crotch and we began spraying each other at the same time. Our cocks rose as we moved the spray up the shafts and over the sensitive heads. As if choreographed, we lowered our showerheads and stepped forward to press our bodies together at the same time, With one arm around each other, we sprayed each other's butts and backs and kissed. When Daniel's spray shot trough my legs from behind, hitting the back of my balls, I groaned and tried to aim my spray to do the same for him. "Do you think we can pack these shower heads with us on the tour?" I asked as we took a breath. "Turn around," Daniel said. "Let me show you the massage spray." I turned and put my hands up on the wall over the bench. Daniel changed the settings of his spray and aimed the pulsing jets of warm water at my back. He worked up and down my back and butt and then behind my legs. It felt good. "Ok," I said. "My turn." I hung my shower head back up and took Daniel's. He took my place at the wall. As Daniel spread his legs and put his hands up on the wall, I rotated the showerhead settings to see what the different ones were. As I hit a spot between two of the settings, the spray shifted almost entirely to one of the thicker holes and the water came out in one powerful stream. It really does not take much to inspire me, perversely. Looking at Daniel in "the position," butt back and ready, and looking at that single strong jet of spray coming from the showerhead, I was simply too tempted. I pointed the shower head at the floor while I found my target and made sure of the aim and angle I would need. Then in one swift movement, I brought the shower head up to Daniel's butt, spreading his cheeks with my free hand, and aimed the jet solidly at his anus. And, I followed the target as he rose up on his toes. "Oh wow!," he gasped and looked back over his shoulder. "That shot water up inside me. What did you do?" I held the showerhead up for him to see. His eyes widened a little. "I didn't know it would do that. That felt weird. Do it again." I did. Daniel jumped again and I followed him up the wall. "Man that feels weird. Here, let me show you." We quickly switched places. I pushed my butt back and felt a surge of warm water shoot up inside me before my sphincter reflexively closed. I relaxed it and more water shot in. It did feel strange, but not at all unpleasant. Suddenly, Daniel stuffed the showerhead back in its holder and broke from the shower for the toilet saying, "Oh wow, Oh wow." As he sat down, I could hear a whoosh of water hitting the toilet just as my own insides convulsed. I dashed out to the toilet. There was only one. "Oh, damn, man. You've got to let me take a turn." "I'm not done." "There's going to be a hell of a mess in here in about two seconds." "Ok, but hurry." Daniel rose off the toilet without wiping (which he probably did not need to do anyway, it being all water) and stepped to the side. I dropped to the toilet and added my own swoosh. Daniel was almost doubled over. "I need back," he told me. But I wasn't done either. It was one of those elongated toilets. Out of desperation, I slid back as far as I could, still keeping my butt hole aimed into the toilet, and spread my legs wide. "Can you fit in here?" I asked, pointing to the small open space in front of me. Daniel did not bother to answer. He simply plopped in front of me, almost pushing me back off the seat. I put my arms around his waist to pull us both together over the hole and I heard another little swoosh from him. Followed by one of my own. As our insides quieted, I laid my forehead on Daniel's back and groaned, "You have popped my cock with a towel, frozen it with ice, cooked me like a vegetable, hosed me with cold water, and flushed out my entire lower intestines. I'm not sure I'm up to any more of this weekend." "Hey," Daniel grunted in return, "that flushing part was not my idea." "Maybe not, but I think you shot more water up me than I did you." "No way. My insides are still rumbling." "If you're getting ready to dump again, be careful. That last blast of yours got some on me; you know where." "Guess we'll have to scrub in the shower again." "If we ever get off this toilet." "And if there is any hot water left in the shower when we do." It was still running. The hot water was pretty well gone when we finally limped back into the shower, but we managed to get clean. And no, we did not try that shower setting again. After we dried, we sat naked in the living room. Then we decided to sit naked on every chair in the living room. Then we sat naked on every chair in the dining room and breakfast room. Then we got hungry. We chowed down some sandwiches, standing in the kitchen and took a couple of sodas into the living room. The curtains were drawn and it was dark. Daniel turned on the TV and found HBO. I laid back on the couch, my head propped on the stuffed arm at the far end. Daniel grabbed a throw pillow, put it on my chest, sat down between my open legs and laid back on me. I put my arms over his shoulders and played with his nipples. Back then, HBO had more risque stuff than it does these days, at least in prime time. There was a movie on called "The Window Washer." It was about a kid who was a window washer screwing every broad whose window he washed. It was a comedy, but really sexy. The kid was good looking as were the women. My cock hardened under Daniel's back. His was rising too. After one wild scene with lots of fucking in soap suds on a slippery floor, we both were hard. Daniel pulled the pillow from behind his head and rolled over. Crawling up my body, his lips found mine and I slid my arms around under his. We made love on the couch and slept there for a while. BIRTHDAY The following Tuesday was Daniel's seventeenth birthday. Mine would not be until July. Daniel's parents had planned quite a party to give Daniel an opportunity to see a lot of people (and see how much he was loved) before they moved. I wore a smirk all night. I could not help it as I looked around at all the crowd sitting on the couch where Daniel and I made love and all the chairs where we had sat naked, I gave Daniel a card and wished him a happy birthday, but told him I was saving his present for the weekend. Daniel had given me the idea and I had thought it through. It was a little kinky, and I felt perverse at times as I planned it, but the perversity stirred me. I had been working on Colin. It took creativity, ingenuity, and outright bribery. It also took seduction. I worked on Colin's mind as we lay in bed at night. He and his girlfriend had begun screwing like bunnies. But Colin still came to my bed from time to time. He liked what we did. He liked messing around. Colin was, after all, a horny fourteen year old boy. And Daniel was, after all, very good looking. I knew I'd won over Colin when he began asking questions about the sexual things Daniel liked to do. That's not to say that Colin did not use his leverage. Especially since he would be giving up a Friday night date with Susan, I had to agree to mow the lawn for three of Colin's turns. Since January, I had my own key to the Reese's house. And the Reese's had actually invited Colin to stay over sometime. Sneaking in that Friday ahead of Daniel just took a little conniving and maneuvering. Colin and I were there just in time. I had covered Daniel's bed with a couple of large beach towels. On them, I had arranged Colin naked, on his back, head propped up on a pillow. His legs were spread wide and aimed at the bedroom door. Over each nipple and over Colin's crotch I had mounded piles of Readi-whip. Atop each was a bright red maraschino cherry. I stood beside the bed. When Daniel came through his door and I yelled, "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" His jaw dropped and his schoolbooks fell from his hands. I was deeply gratified. I was even more gratified by the hungry look that came over his face next as he stepped closer to the bed. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I grinned and nodded. Daniel gave Colin the same raised eyebrow inquiry. Colin spread his legs a little wider and said, "Happy Birthday, Daniel." Daniel began slowly to remove his clothes and glanced up at me, "Am I supposed to lick all of it off?" "Well," I answered, "you can share your birthday desert with your best buddy." "But you're the one who is supposed to take my cherry--uh, cherries," Colin clarified. "And in case you can't handle all the whipping cream, here's a bowl you can scrape the extra into." I picked up a large flat bowl from where I'd placed it on the floor. "But I'd leave some on to cut the strong taste." Colin flashed me the finger. Daniel had stripped down to his boxers, his cock jutting thick and pink from the slot in front. Standing by the bed, he put his fore finger in the middle of Colin's chest and drug it lightly down his front to the whipped cream at his crotch. Then he tasted his finger. Colin's cock was rising out of the cream. "Oh," I said, "and here comes the candle," and pointed at Colin's rising member. "Looks like a damn big candle," Daniel observed. "Takes after another dessert I know." He winked at me. Daniel removed his boxers. His cock was so hard it rose almost to his belly. Colin's eyes fixed on it and he squirmed a little on the bed. Still standing beside Colin, Daniel bent over each nipple and picked up a cherry in his mouth. He held each cherry in his teeth and pulled off the stem. There was cream on his lips. Then Daniel bent and took the cherry from Colin's midsection and came up with a face full of cream. As he bit down on the cherry, red juice ran out of his mouth and onto the cream on his face. Colin's cock throbbed as it rose hard up against his own belly. Without scrapping off any of the whipped cream, Daniel knelt between Colin's legs and laid face down on him. Daniel's cream covered face came nose to nose with Colin's. They looked at each other a moment, then Colin's tongue snaked out and licked some cream from Daniels face. Both of them chuckled, then kissed. Their arms entwined. As they kissed, Daniel rubbed whipping cream from his face onto Colin's and they began licking cream from around each other's mouths. I was still standing beside the bed, adjusting my own erection inside my pants. Their bodies began to grind, spreading whipping cream onto and over each other. Some oozed out between their chests. Some oozed from between the tight junction of their loins. Daniel pushed up onto his hands and knees and began to lick the flattened cream from Colin's nipples, rubbing each one hard with his tongue and gently pinching them with his teeth. Colin grabbed Daniel's head and squirmed under him. I was struggling between the temptation to get naked and jump in on the action, or continue to watch Daniel "unwrap" his birthday present. Daniel had reached Colin's crotch where Colin's cock had shed most of its cream and was lying naked in a bed of white. Daniel scrapped some extra cream from Colin's pubic area and shook it off his hand into the bowl which was still on the bed. Then he began to lick the remaining layer of cream from Colin's balls and up his cock. At that point, both boys began to sigh and moan. "How does it taste?" I had to ask. Daniel took a big lick up Colin's balls from his perineum and held the cream he had scraped out on his tongue, turning to me. I knelt onto the bed. Closing my mouth over Daniel's tongue, I scraped the cream off it. I rolled the cream around in my mouth. It tasted mainly like whipping cream. But then I detected Colin's taste and once I recognized it, I tasted it more. Colin tasted musky rich with a little cream. Daniel's mouth closed over Colin's cock and he began to slowly move up and down the shaft. I knew how he worked. I knew Daniel's tongue was working the underside of Colin's cock as Daniel took him in and out of his throat, and I could see the movement in Daniel's mouth, throat, and neck. When Daniel's hand began to caress Colin's balls, Colin spread his legs wider and began to bend his knees. Daniel smoothed cream into Colin's crack. Using it as a lubricant, he worked a finger into Colin's hole. Colin, whose hands were back on Daniel's head, grunted and lifted his legs higher. Daniel knelt up and spread the cream liberally up and down his cock. Then he lowered himself to place the head of his cock at Colin's waiting ass hole. Daniel appeared to slide in easily. As he sunk in, he lowered his body onto Colin. When their bodies pressed together, Colin wrapped his arms and legs over Daniel, their lips met, and Daniel began to pump into Colin. He ended each thrust with long deep grind. And each time, Colin groaned. Their bodies entwined, mouths pressed together, Daniel pressing his loins hard to Colin's butt, was all very hot, and looked very intimate. Daniel and Colin were completely focused on each other and their bodies. I realized they were oblivious to me. I was external to their intimacy, almost intruding. I wondered just how good an idea this had been. Daniel was making love to Colin. He wasn't just fucking him. He wasn't just getting his rocks off. They were locked together from their mouths to where Colin's ass squeezed tightly against Daniel's moving cock. I begrudgingly admitted to myself that it was not only hot, but erotically lovely. Sadly, I rose off from where I was kneeling on the bed and stole quietly toward the door. As I moved passed the bottom of the bed, Daniel's ass that I loved so much and had memorized every inch of, was clinching beautifully each time he hit bottom and ground in. Colin's already creamy skin was even whiter with remnants of whipping cream. It contrasted with the bright red of Daniel's balls as they pressed against Colin's butt; the skin stretching tight over the testicles as Daniel buried deep. As quietly as I could, I stepped through the door and pulled it shut behind me. I could not help the sigh that rose with a shudder from my chest, or the sudden emptiness in my gut. I turned my back to the door, preparing to go sit in the living room and try to keep my mind off my lover and my brother in the bedroom. But before I had gone a step, Daniel called out my name from within the room. He sounded angry. What went wrong? I opened the door and leaned in. Daniel, still buried in Colin's butt, had pushed up onto his hands and was looking back at me over his shoulder. "Just where the HELL do you think you are going? Are you trying to sneak out of my party? Get back in here." "Well," I said sheepishly, "you guys looked busy." "We are. It's a damn fine present that you," and then he looked down at Colin, "and Colin are giving me." And then he looked back at me. "But just because we are starting with the dessert does not mean that I'm not looking forward to the main course. Strip and get over here and help me enjoy this. I saved a seat for you." With that, he swatted his own ass and smiled invitingly at me. My smile was a grateful one. I stripped and they returned to their tight embrace and rocking movement. I climbed onto the bed behind Daniel and reached past him into the bowl. Taking some cream, I began to work it into Daniel's moving butt. His ass was hard. It was very hard. The muscles not only were clearly defined under his skin, but they also felt rock hard to the touch. The long muscles of his back rose up along his spine like steel. The affects of the bicycling were showing. They were definitely showing. Daniel's back and butt were ripped and magnificent. I spread cream over my own cock and moved closer. When Daniel made his next pull back, I placed my cock at his hole and followed him down on his thrust. When he hit bottom and ground in, I pushed in with the tip of my cock. When Daniel pulled back again, he pulled back onto me and I pushed all the way in. Instantly, we had a rhythm. I let Daniel thrust down into Colin, which pulled my cock down each time against the front side of Daniel's insides. I could swear I felt the hardness of his prostate against the underside of my cock. When Daniel pulled back, I pushed in and up, grinding hard up into him as he paused at the top of his stroke. My hands on his hips helped control our movements. They left off kissing. Daniel slid his cheek alongside Colin's and I could see Colin's eyes closed in bliss. As I was appreciating my brother's beautiful face, he opened his eyes and gave me a dreamy, heavy-lidded smile. For my part, I was concentrating hard on giving pleasure to Daniel as well as to my own cock. I'm sure my look was one of intense concentration and not dreamy at all. Every time Daniel thrust forward, his butt pulled down my cock so that the underside was massaged hard. Each time he pulled back out of Colin, Daniel came back to sit hard on me as I ground up into him. I wanted to wrap my arms around Daniel and join their embrace, but it didn't work. It messed up the angles. I like the angles. My cock had never been worked this way in a butt before. Judging by the moans and sighs and "Oh yeah"s, the others were enjoying this as much as I. Daniel's orgasm was building. I could tell because he began to pick up speed, working us faster and faster. When his climax came, Daniel plunged hard into Colin and held himself deep, grinding and clinching his ass in the process. As he made that final plunge, his ass pulled down hard on my cock, almost bending it and forcing the underside against his prostate. I could feel the pumping of his muscles as he squirted into Colin and his sphincter clinched hard and repeatedly around my cock. The affect on me was instantaneous. As Daniel held the front half of my cock, clinched bent and tight inside him, it triggered my own orgasm. But my cock was constricted and my cum built up in it like water behind a dam. I plunged all the way into Daniel to release it. As I lowered my weight down on his own, I shot with exquisite relief over and over into his warmth. We all held there for a moment as a few aftershocks hit and the last sensations finally rolled away. "That," I sighed, "was incredible." "You have no idea," panted Daniel. "Colin fucks like you, all heat and passion; he wraps you all up in his arms and legs. And he milks cock with his ass like you." He turned his face to look at Colin, "No matter how many girls you fuck, don't ever stop doing this, Colin. Talent like yours should never go to waste." "I taught him," I grinned at Colin, who was staring at the ceiling. "No shit," Daniel answered. "And what were you doing to my insides? I've never felt things like you were doing. Oh man, make notes, Sean. We need to figure out how to do that again. I was concerned about Colin. He was not saying a word. Were we talking too "gay?" Colin continued to just star at the ceiling. Then it dawned on me, "Colin, have you cum yet?" "No," he answered, a little strain in his voice, "and I am damn close." "Not to worry, little birthday desert," Daniel said. "I'm not done with you yet." I pulled out of Daniel. He pulled out of Colin and then moved up to kneel astride him. Scraping the bowl for more cream, Daniel greased Colin's cock and his own, already loosened hole. Then he slid back and guided Colin in. Once Colin was buried in him, Daniel began sliding back and forth over Colin's crotch. I wondered what that was doing to Daniel's insides. Colins hands ran up and down Daniel's hard thighs before grabbing his waist. He began pumping up into Daniel's movements. Their bodies writhed sensuously as only the thin and athletic can. I began stroking my hardening cock. "Sometime," Colin said distractedly, "I want to try what Daniel did--Oh, yeah, Oh, that's good, Yeah--you know, where I'd be in the middle?" "Right now," I volunteered, "If you want Colin. We can do that right now." It was my cock talking. Colin turned his head to look at me, biting his lip at the sensations Daniel was giving him. I could tell he was thinking about it. "Get out of the way, Sean," he ordered, "Come around to the other side of the bed" When I rose from where I had been lying, Colin pulled Daniel down to him and held him in order to roll. Colin was now on top and began to pump. His softer, creamier butt was clinching provocatively as he moved in and out of Daniel. I scrapped the last of the cream I from the bowl and lowered it to the floor. And then I spread the cream over the end of my cock and crawled up behind Colin. As I did with Daniel, I put the tip of my cock into Colin's crack when he pulled out on a stroke, then followed him in on his thrust. When he hit bottom, I kept going until all the way in. Colin's ass was hot inside. Hotter than Daniel's. I pulled back a little to let Colin do the moving. And Colin moved. I tried to find the same angle I had had with Daniel. Colin was moving differently. And yet, I was partly successful. Colin's down thrusts began to bend my cock and force its underside hard over the area of his prostate. Colin groaned. "Oh, that's good. Oh, that's real good." Success. It was really good for me too. It definitely was. Colin did not even have to clinch his sphincter to milk me as we rocked. For my part I clinched my butt hard to pump my cock within him each time Colin slid back. Colin was making a lot of noise, evidently liking the position he had wanted to try. Daniel's eyes were closed. His hands were sliding up and down Colin's sides. Colin adjusted position, arching back upright and holding up Daniels legs with outstretched arms. When he did this, his entire long, muscled back pressed to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and spread my knees wider in order to get under him better. Colin laid his head back on my shoulder. I began doing more of the movement, raising us both up into Daniel with firm thrusts from my hips. This new angle was not bending my cock down onto Colin's prostate the same way, but it was keeping me buried deep, the skin of my cock stretched back by the constant pressure of Colin's sphincter, tight against the base of my cock. Colin began to make whimpering noises and was writhing on my cock as I propelled us into Daniel and back. His butt, wriggling in my lap and his smooth back moving against my gut and chest caused a stirring in my own, already drained balls. I could feel them straining to make a new donation. I came first, gasping my pleasure in Colin's ear. As I emptied, I pushed forward, thrusting Colin hard into Daniel, I pinned him there, hard and deep inside Daniel's butt. Daniel tensed, squeezing Colin's cock. Between us, we brought Colin "over the top." His sphincter spasmed around my cock as he pumped out his load. Colin and I both were panting. "Well did you like that?" I asked. "Oh, shit. Yeah I liked it. Would you mind coming along and doing that for me the next time I screw Susan?" "Oh sure. For my little brother, nothing is too much trouble." "I don't know about you guys," Colin said as he began to catch his breath, "but I can see how guys can go queer, at least as far as the sex is concerned. This is hot stuff" Daniel was looking up at us and raised an eyebrow at me. "Speaking of hot stuff," I said, "Colin, you need to see the master bathroom. You'll love the shower heads." I winked down at Daniel, who grinned. HOUSTON That weekend, Daniel's parents found a house they liked in Houston, but wanted Daniel to see it before they made a final decision. So the next weekend, Daniel and I road up with them. Roger had reserved one room for them and one for us (adjacent but not adjoining) in one of those big atrium hotels. We got there fairly late Friday night. Roger told us to order breakfast in the morning from room service if we wanted, but to be ready to go look at the house by 10:00 AM. There's something cool about hotels anyway, especially fancy ones. Daniel and I explored the place and then swam in the hotel pool before it shut down for the night. We got onto the elevator to ride back up to the room, towels around our necks and in our speedos. On the very next floor a family got on. From the luggage, we assumed they were checking in. They had a girl our age. She was quite pretty with nice hips and perky tits. I began to get a little stiff. Then I noticed the Mom smiling at me and then down at my bulge and back up. The dad was oblivious, trying to manage luggage and a sleepy young son. They got off a floor before ours. As they juggled luggage and kids around to get off, the mom backed up to me and grabbed my cock through my speedos. I nearly climbed the back elevator wall. After they got off, I said, "That was weird." "Yeah, what is it with you and older women anyway?" That night, the though of sex in a hotel stimulated our libidos. We made love in both beds and purposefully spilt cum all over the sheets, giggling to ourselves over the orgy we imagined that the maids would think had taken place. The next morning, while still in bed, we ordered breakfast from room service. "Want to answer the door naked when the food comes?" Daniel asked. "You are so crazy," I said. "What if it's a woman who brings it?" "Naw, it's always a guy. Just keep a towel handy to tie around if it is a woman." "You're nuts," I told him, then leaned over and laid my naked body against his bare side. In my best French accent, I said, "But you are zee love of my life. For you, Cheri, I will answer zee door nakeed." "And hard?" he asked, rolling me back and moving atop me. He rubbed his soft cock against mine. "Shame on you, Cheri. Zome things I save just for you and me, eh?" "Yeah, right. You, Me, Colin, Stefan, Aaron, David, Ryan." I dropped out of my French accent. "Damn. We have screwed around. We did all those together, didn't we? Should we start making notches on something?" "Not on my something!" and Daniel rolled off me covering his privates in mock horror. "Maybe we'll make notches on the bell boy." I suggested. "Not if he's too big. He might not like it." Despite all the sex in the night, my cock was getting semi hard. "You know, Daniel. Now that you've got me thinking about getting hard for the bell boy, it's going to be hard not to be hard when the food comes." "Oh, that's simple," Daniel said, and he turned on the television. We were both soft when the meal came. I answered, peeking around the door. It was a muscular young guy, maybe twenty, hispanic with unusually light eyes and remarkably good looks. Staying behind the door, I pulled it open for him to come in. When the door closed behind, Daniel threw the covers off and climbed from bed rubbing his hands together. "Oh great! Food." I was standing behind the room service clerk and saw his back stiffen when he saw Daniel naked. I walked around in front of him to begin lifting lids. I looked up at the guy. A smile was spreading across his face. "Do you have a bill for me to sign?" Daniel asked. The guy, smiling more broadly by the moment handed the bill across the cart to Daniel who then made a big show of walking over to the desk and bending over it to sign, his butt wagging back and forth. "Don't forget to tip, Daniel," I reminded. "Oh yeah, Daniel said, looking back over his shoulder and butt toward us. What kind of tip would you like." The guy laughed out loud. Then he reached down and took my cock in his hands. I jumped, but then let him hold it. "The tip I would like," he answered, "would take too long right now. But I can come back later for it." Then I felt sorry for teasing the guy because we would be out later and Daniel and I had had no intention of seducing anybody. "What time?" Daniel asked, and I turned to look at him in surprise. "Three this afternoon," he answered. "Naw. Can't." Daniel said with what I hoped was mock sadness. "We won't be back till late." "I can come back later," he said hopefully. "Or even early in the morning. And I can bring a friend or two. We usually charge for it, but you two are about the most beautiful guys I've ever seen. We'll just have fun." I realized that my cock was still in his hand as it started to grow. He felt it and turned to smile at me. "What kind of friends?" I asked. "What kind do you like?" "The kind like you," Daniel answered for me. Things were definitely getting out of hand. We hadn't intended this. I sure hadn't. But my cock was growing. Was Daniel getting a little excited like me? Would either of us; could either of us put the brakes on this thing? "I've got two just like me. My little brothers. One's about your age. The other might be a little younger." There was a pause for a moment. Then Daniel said, "No, we better not. My folks are next door. They'd hear us and make a stink." "No, man," the guy said, "we can be very quiet." "Quiet," Daniel shook his head. "You haven't been fucked by that," he said, pointing to my now hard cock in the guy's hand. The guy stroked me. "I can handle it. So can my brothers." "No," Daniel insisted. "OK, man. But look, my name is Frank. I'll write down my number in case you change your minds." Daniel picked up the pad and pen off the desk to bring over, but instead of taking it, Frank continued to hold my cock in his hand and dropped to his knees. Before I could react, his hand grabbed my cock firmly and he began licking my cock head like a big ice cream cone. My knees almost buckled at the sudden, intense sensation. He took me into his mouth. As Frank grabbed my butt with both hands and deep throated me, I turned to Daniel, trying to ask him, "What do I do?" with my eyes, but fighting the waves of pleasure as well. Daniel's mouth was open and he actually looked shocked. Guess our answering the door naked was backfiring big time. Frank had backed me to the bed and I fell back on it. I looked again over at Daniel. His mouth was still open, but his cock was sticking straight out. "No help there," I thought, just before Frank's tongue pushed out his mouth and onto my balls while he was deep throating me. Shit the guy was good. I was aware of Daniel coming over. He knelt by Frank and started to undo his pants. That's when Frank jumped up and started to back away. "No, man. I really don't have time right now. Here," he found the pad and pen and wrote down a number. "Call me here if you want to get together later." "Wait," Daniel said then hesitated. For once, he really seemed at a loss for words. He definitely was not accustomed to things stopping once they began. I was still reeling from the sudden cessation of those incredible feelings, but was conscious enough to get a kick out of seeing Daniel bamfussled. "Wait," he said again. "The bill." He retrieved it from the desk, but did not hand it yet to Frank. He was not giving up without a fight, "First show us what you've got." Frank grinned and opened his pants. He pulled them down to reveal a cock at least a long as mine and much, much thicker. "Oh, shit," Daniel gasped. Frank smiled and zipped back up. He held out his hand and Daniel handed over the bill in a bit of a daze. "I'll be at that number from when I get off until about six or seven, OK?" We both nodded and Frank left the room. We turned to each other with blank stares. "What," I asked, "am I supposed to do about this now?" and I pointed at my hard, teased, and disappointed cock. Daniel was still hard too. "Wash it off," he said, "and I'll finish." I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. When I came back out, we moved into a sixty-nine position. Before I began licking him, I said, "You and your crazy ideas! I'm not sure it's going to be safe to leave you in this town." At 10:00 AM Roger knocked on the door and we drove out to a new and really nice neighborhood on the north side of town. Roger and Mary had refused to tell us anything about the house. They wanted Daniel to make his own decision and implied that it would be their decision as well. The subdivision was set in tall pine trees and the houses had large lots. The home we pulled up to was about the same size as the one they were leaving. From the outside, it looked quite different, but on the inside there were remarkable similarities. I guess Mary liked her floor plan. The houses were almost identical except for the addition of an office/study in the front of this one. Unfortunately, this house lacked some of the more lavish details of their old home. Daniel's bath was really plain. It was when we looked through the windows to the back yard that we saw the biggest difference. The yard was beautifully landscaped with a sweeping terrace and a large swimming pool. "Oh, Dan," I said, looking out the family room window, "I don't care about the rest of the house. Look at that backyard. You gotta take it." But Daniel maintained a serious and critical expression as he went through every room. Finally, after he had been over everything thoroughly and we were standing in the backyard, Mary could stand it no longer. "Well?" she asked. "Well what?" asked Daniel innocently. "Daniel! What about the house?" "Oh, that," he shrugged. "Sean answered that while ago. We'll take it." Then he smiled and hugged her. "Good job, Mom. This house is fantastic!" "You like it?" "Mom! I love it!" "Well we can fix up your room some. We can redo your bath and make it more like home. We were thinking about building a game room over the detached garage." "It's fine with me as is, Mom. I think it's great." Roger turned to me, "You really like it too, Sean?" "What kind of game room?" I asked, grinning. Roger laughed. "Oh a pool table, card table, maybe ping pong or foosball." "I'll be here every weekend," I enthused. Roger put his arm over my shoulder and gave it a hug. "You know you'd be welcome. I like having two sons. And there is a third bedroom." I looked back at him. "You know I've enjoyed having two families," then I grinned. "Especially if one of them is adding pools and pool tables." "What?" Daniel protested. "You only love us for our house." "What rot!" I exclaimed. "You know darn well it's mainly your mom's cooking. Well, that and the fact that I'm a better bridge player than you." That afternoon, Roger and Mary took us to the Galleria, a large mall. They went looking for things for their new home. Daniel and I cruised. Houston had a lot of fine looking guys. Way too many for my taste. We stopped at a very large sporting goods store and looked for things that would be good to take on the bike tour--that is good, as in ultra light. When we hit the clothing area Daniel suggested we try on some things. "I know your mind, Daniel. It's against state law to try on underwear." "Ah, but not swim suits." We had come up on a rack of Speedos. "We don't need swim suits." "Sure we do. You can never have too many speedos." He was grabbing up several that were our size. (I was slightly slimmer in the waist but made up for it in the butt. Both of us tended to looser clothes because of the crotch.) Daniel made me follow him back to the dressing rooms. There was no attendant. Daniel led the way to the back changing room. Preparing to take the next booth, I held out my hand for a couple of suits, "Which ones do you want me to try on?" "All of them," and he drug me by the hand into the one booth. There was ample room, but I protested. "Daniel! You can only have one person in a changing room. Didn't you see the sign?" "What sign? Strip." So we did. We got naked and began modeling suits for each other. I knew Daniel liked me in black but was surprised when he got excited about a white suit, one with a really short side seam. I felt like it was a g-string. "Shit, why bother with a suit at all," I complained. My balls and cock stretched the pouch obscenely and a couple of pubic hairs peeked over the waistband. "I wonder what that thing would look like wet?" he mused. "Turn around." When I did, he ran his hand over the suit as I turned. "You've lost too much of your tan. But when you get it back, you'll look terrific in that." "Yeah, right before they arrest me." "Ninny," Daniel said as he pulled on a deep green suit, not much larger than the one I had on. The color went really well with his own coloring. There was a mirror in the booth. He admired his reflection. Spreading his legs, he pushed up and down on his pouch, letting it drop to see the affect. He reached in and ran his cock out to the side to see what that looked like. A couple of pubic hairs showed over his waist band too. "If we're going to wear these, ever, we would need to trim our pubic hairs," I hissed. I pulled on a bright red version of the same suit as the white one. It was less likely to be see-through, and the color made my skin look brighter. Daniel was still at the mirror. He began to move his hips in a gyrating rhythm, watching his reflection. "We could shave them," he said absently. "Shave what," I asked, mildly confused, as I tried to adjust myself in the red suit. "Our pubic hairs. You said trim them. I said shave them." That caught me by surprise. Kinky. "Well, that would keep them out of my teeth for a change." Daniel smiled at me in the mirror. "I'll shave yours if you shave mine." I came up behind and began matching the movement of his hips with mine, putting my arms around him. We danced together in front of the mirror. I chewed his neck. He did look wonderfully young and male and athletic and sexy in that suit. We both were much leaner and more ripped than the first time we had made love last summer. The bicycling was stripping away what little body fat we had. Daniel's muscles rippled under his skin as he moved. He wrapped his arms over mine and began grinding his butt back into me. "You're about to hear a ripping sound behind you," I whispered in his ear as we danced. "It will be quickly followed by a second ripping sound and you will notice an unusual stretching sensation in your behind." Daniel chuckled and turned to face me. He put his forearms loosely over my shoulders. My hands grasped his waist. We continued to dance, now grinding our suits together. He leaned back, holding onto my neck, and looked at were we were joined at the pouch. "I wonder how much they will stretch." "They wouldn't tear," I predicted, "But a couple of hard-ons and I doubt they will ever be the same." My cock had already climbed past the waistband and his was pushing out to the side of his suit. We were rocking to the rythm of the store's background music. "Let's buy them," he said looking at me earnestly. "Where would we wear them?" I protested. Your Mom would faint if we wore them at your new pool. There's probably some ordinance against it anyway. Besides, I'm about out of savings. I've been so busy bicycling with you that I haven't had a chance to earn any money." "We can take them on the tour. Nobody's going to know us. And I'll pay for the suits." "They'd sure as hell be light enough for the trip," I thought aloud, "But they probably have decency rules in the parks." "Not for Greek gods. I'm going to get them so shut up." "Well OK, if your going to get nasty about it," I smiled at him. "But we better quit doing this dry hump dance if we want the suits dry when we pay for them." "Sort of late for that," Daniel observed. Both of us had leaked a little precum and the suits had little damp spots. "We'll just have to wave them around as we walk through the store so they'll air out." Daniel observed. I sighed, "You're not going to be safe on your own in Houston. Maybe I better move up here after all." "That'd be great," Daniel said as we pulled off the suits. "Then you could earn some money working again. You could work for Frank." "Huh?" "Frank. At the hotel." I tried to slap his bare ass. For a couple of minutes we danced around the dressing room trying to swat each other's behinds, but quieted down when we heard a door close to one of the other booths. We dressed, and left. Daniel bought the suits. He also bought two swim chamois to use as towels. Previously, we had debated even taking any towels at all. We had about decided it would be better to air dry our bodies than try to carry the weight. Neither of us had ever seen swim chamois before but recognized an excellent solution when we saw one. Roger took us by a huge bicycling store later that afternoon. There, he bought Daniel a two-man tent. We had not planned on taking a tent, but this one was nylon and shock corded to fold really small. I started to protest because of the weight, but Daniel kicked my leg under the display table so I hushed. Later he told me he thought the tent would be great for privacy, "Because," he said, "The parks and the state actually do have rules against what I intended to do to you on this trip." We returned to the hotel late after supper. After we had settled in the room, there was a light knock at the door. Daniel and I both looked at each other in alarm and mouthed, "Frank" at the same time. "Do we answer it?" I whispered. "No," Daniel shook his head. "He may know we're here. He might have heard us or seen us come back." "Doesn't matter," Daniel said. "Let him think you and I are already going at it." The knock came again, a little louder. "What if he brought his brothers all the way down here? Shouldn't we at least say thanks, but no thanks." "No," Daniel whispered back. "You saw the size of his cock. I'm not taking that thing in me. And," he hissed, "his brothers are probably just as big." I have to admit, as good looking as Frank was, I wondered what younger versions must look like. But I had no desire to open the door either. "If we want him to think we're already going at it, why don't we?" I asked, sliding over beside Daniel and planting a kiss on his lips. There were no more knocks; at least none we heard. The next morning I woke to find Daniel lying with his head on my chest. He was facing away, down my body. His fingers were lightly combing my pubic hair. Something wet ran down my belly from my chest. A tear? I began stroking Daniel's hair. "Are you OK, guy?" I asked. "Sean," he said, still facing away. "I don't want to live in Houston. I don't want to move. I want my own house; the one back home. I want my senior year with my friends. I want to stay home." My mind began working. What could we do. Maybe we could have Daniel stay at our house after all. There really wasn't room, but maybe we could find an old travel trailer to put out back. "I know what you're thinking, Sean," he said. "But it won't work." "What won't work?" I challenged. "Me staying with your family." "Why not? Exchange students do it all the time." "You guys don't have the room." "We can make room. I was thinking we could get a travel trailer for out back or something." We lay there thinking. "Maybe you could be an exchange student up here with me," Daniel speculated. There was certainly enough time to arrange something like that. I started to get excited. "I know what you're thinking Sean. Don't get too excited yet." "Will you quit with all this mind reading stuff! We could work it out. It could happen." "Even if we could, I'm not sure our parents would go for it. Oh, I know my folks would be fine with you staying up here. They might even be fine with my staying down there for a year. I don't think your dad and mom would like you to be up here, though. And you'll really want your senior year back home, too." "I want my senior year with you," I grabbed his hair and gave a gentle shake. "I think you're right though. Our best chance would be to arrange for you to stay with us. Do you mind if I work on it?" I asked. "No. I don't mind. I just don't think it will happen." We returned home well equipped for the tour. It was almost on us. But now I had something else consuming my imagination. I wanted Daniel to live with us. I waited for the right time to ask. It was the next Sunday afternoon. Dad, Colin, and I were in the back yard, tossing a baseball. "Dad," I asked, "have you ever considered hosting an exchange student." But Dad was way ahead of me. "I've thought about hosting Daniel, for his senior year." Colin's next toss to me hit my side because I was standing, stunned. "But," Dad quickly added, "I don't think it would be wise." "Why not?" This was turning very bad, very fast. Dad walked over to me. He lowered his voice a little. "I'm concerned for your Mom. She does a lot you know, especially for you kids. And she's reaching an age where women go through some changes. I'm not sure how well she is handling it. I really am worried, Sean, about what adding another teenage child, a long-term house guest, actually--I'm worried about the load on your mom. What it would do to her." "I can do the work, Dad. I can do laundry, cook, and stuff. And I even thought that maybe we could find a cheap travel trailer to stick out back for Daniel to stay in. He and I would take care of it." "And your school and sports?" "I'll do OK dad." "Sean, you stand a good chance of getting scholarship help. Even though your granddad will pay for some of your college, your mom and I can't help you very much. You really need to do well this year in school." "I will dad. I was already thinking about not playing football." Dad smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder, "So you could spend the last of the summer up at Daniel's?" I looked down at the ground. "I understand, Sean. And though I really think you could get a football scholarship, I would never force you to play." He walked back away and held up his glove for Colin to toss him the ball. "Let your Mom and I talk it over, Sean. He said as he tossed me the ball." "You and Daniel are going to be spending a couple of weeks together on your bike tour and then a couple of weeks helping them to move. If you two guys can stand each other after all that time together, you will really be more like brothers than friends. Why don't we see how you feel after the tour?" "I know how we're going to feel, Dad." "OK. Then let your Mom and I see how we are going to feel after your tour." We worked the ball around a few times in silence. Then Dad said, "Did you know your Mom has been against the idea of your bicycle tour from the begining?" "Naw!" "Yep. You're too young. You're not even out of high school yet. You could get hit by a car and be lying on the side of the road in the middle of the hill country and we'd never know." "You guys can't cancel the tour now," I protested. "No, son," he laughed. "Part of a dad's job is to restrain moms and let boys grow up. She hasn't liked it, but she's going along with it." He threw me a hot one. "Part of a Dad's job, too," he added, "Is to protect his wife from taking on too much. Just like it's my job to help you grow up. It's my job to look after your mom. You understand?" "Yeah, dad," I said sadly. "I understand." "Oh, and on this bicycle tour," "Yeah," "Just remember that even brothers have arguments. Just don't hold grudges and apologize to each other when you need to--even if it isn't your fault." Colin piped up for the first time, "Yeah, he's always making me do that. You know. Apologize when it's not my fault." "It's always your fault," I corrected. And then I thought how seldom it was that Colin and I had ever argued. We certainly had never thrown a punch at each other, at least since we were toddlers. I couldn't imagine getting angry enough at Daniel to hold a grudge. But what I found interesting is that what my dad had just told me was exactly the advice I had heard him give to young married couples on more than one occasion. I wondered how much he and mom might know or have guessed about Daniel and me. And I wondered if it would effect their decision whether to let him stay with us. Dad took me to buy traveler's checks. He knew I didn't have any money, but he paid for two hundred dollars in checks himself. As we were riding back home and I was thanking him profusely, he said, "I've got to be honest with you, Sean. I really envy your being able to take this tour. I want you to have a good time." "Thanks, Dad. I sort of guessed that you were wishing you could go yourself." "Yeah. I do," he laughed. We were silent a moment. Then he said, "It's hard for a parent to let their children out on their own sometimes. I guess I'm a little worried too. You and Daniel be real careful, OK?" "We will," I promised. "I don't mean just on the road. There are people out there who would take advantage of young people like you. Be careful. And be careful for each other, OK? Daniel has a bit of an adventurous spirit. And you don't always think before you do things. Just be careful." He turned to me. "I love you very much, son." "I know, Dad. I love you, too." He smiled. "I want you to remember something. I will always love you and you will always be my son. No matter what. You understand?" I nodded. "No matter what," he repeated. He turned back to the road and we were silent the rest of the way. Daniel and I had read that some bicyclists shaved their legs, as if that would help with wind resistance. Nevertheless, the idea was intriguing and it gave us an excuse to do something new and kinky. Two nights before we left, we sat on the floor in Daniel's bathroom and carefully shaved up each other's legs. Daniel was intent on doing our pubes too. So after our legs, he changed blades and came back to where I was lying on my back on the floor. "You're taking my life in your hands," I warned. "Oh, I'm way too fond of your things down there to let anything happen." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of Daniel working shave cream into my bush. The blade made me a little nervous, but Daniel was gentle. He surprised me when he lifted my cock and shaved under it and down onto my balls. "What are you doing?" I asked nervously. "That's sensitive equipment down there." "Quiet," Daniel told me, "This is a delicate operation. You have some hair here. I want it out of the way when I lick your balls. That's one of my responsibilities, you know; licking your balls. Not that I don't enjoy my work. Licking your balls is one of the things I really like about my job. In fact, I've come to consider your balls as much mine as yours." "Just don't try to run off with them," I cautioned. The shaving felt really weird. What was weirder was how I looked when I washed the shave cream off in the shower. "Damn, Sean. You look like an eight year old." "I feel naked," "You are naked" "I feel nakeder. I feel like I did in third grade when I got my first burr haircut." "You look really cool, and real lickable." Daniel said. I looked startlingly different than I had imagined. "Yeah, I just have to stay out of those state park showers when those hill country cowboys are using them." "Tell them you're a competitive swimmer. They shave." "They shave down there?" "Hell, I don't know. But they won't either. Or tell them you had an operation." "We can't both tell them we had an operation," I pointed out. "Oh, yeah. Well standing here looking at you, I'm thinking it might be best if only one of us is shaved like that." "Like hell you say! Give me that razor." "No Sean. You're getting angry. I'm not sure you should attempt anything this delicate in your current state." "Give me the razor and get on the floor. And you better plan on lying very, very still or I'll shave more than what you shaved off me." I held out my hand demandingly. "Here doctor," he said, handing me the razor with mock solemnity. "No slip ups, please." "Relax," I told him, "I could accidentally cut off something down there and nobody would notice." The plan was for my Dad to drive Daniel and I up to Daniel's grandparents house in San Antonio, spend the night, and then drop us off on the north side of town early the next morning. We were packed, ready, and restless our last night before the trip. Fortunately, we spent it at Daniel's house and were able to eventually fuck enough to relax into a short sleep. The morning came. Dad came by with his van. We packed, said good bye to Roger and Mary, then swung back by my house to say good bye to my family. I gave Colin a gift that I had for his fifteenth birthday which would fall while we were gone. Colin pulled me aside and whispered, "I know what kind of birthday gifts you give, you know. I expect something more when you get back." I gave him a mock punch to the jaw. Then we were on the road. As always, emails are appreciated at btomandback@hotmail.com. Thank you all who have stuck with me this long through the story.