Timber Stone
Chapter 16
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Chris got up and said, “I’ll show you where the bath room is.”
When we got into the bathroom Chris filled a paper cup with water and handed it to me. “Sorry Sammy. I shouldn’t have pressured you into coming here.”
I shook my head no and with a hoarse voice said, “Ahem, you didn’t. I wanted to come.”
I began coughing again. “Give me a few minutes. Please go back and eat.”
Chris stared into my eyes. He brought his hand up to my face and slowly brushed the hair away from my eyes and kissed my cheek. “Take your time.”
Chris exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him. After a few minutes I was finally able to breath without coughing. As I returned to the dining room, Chris stood up as Mrs. Carlson said, “I’ll warm up your dinner.”
“Oh that’s not necessary. It’s still warm.”
She picked up my plate anyway and went into the kitchen to warm it up.
Being a gentleman, Chris pulled out the chair for me to sit down and then assisted me back up to the table. Fred had already finished his supper and was smoking a pipe reading the newspaper. Chris appeared somber and the food on his plate appeared untouched. As I scanned the table I noticed that Val was gone.
I looked over at Chris, “Where’s Val?”
“Um, she’s finished eating.”
Mrs. Carlson returned and placed my plate in front of me.
She sat back down next to her husband and said, “Dear would you like some more dinner?”
Patting his belly Fred said, “No, I’m stuffed dear!”
“Well I hope you all save some room for dessert?”
“Maybe if I sit here and drink some coffee I’ll make some room for dessert.”
With that said she stood up and went into the kitchen while Chris and I resumed our eating. The steak was so tender you could cut it with a fork. By the time she returned we’d finished eating and like Fred we were patting our full bellies. “Mrs. Carlson the food is delicious!”
As she placed a cup of coffee in front of Fred she said, “Well thank you Sam. I’ll bring in the dessert.”
“Chris, you have a letter in the kitchen. I believe it’s from your football coach.”
Chris got up to retrieve the letter. He came back into the dining room and sat down to read it. Chris said, “Coach wants me to go to football camp next Monday.”
Fred place his coffee cup back down on the table, “That might be fun. Are you going to go?”
Chris looked over at me as if asking for approval. I ignored it and said, “So are you going?”
“I don’t know…I have a job now. I’ll have to think about it.”
“What’s to think about? Timber Stone will survive without you. Besides I have Scott to help us out now.”
Chris glanced over at his father and then looked at me, I raised an eye brow at him and then he looked back down at the letter. “It’s going to cost a lot of money.”
“Chris, you know we have never spared any expense when it comes to sports. We know how happy it makes you.”
Smiling Chris said, “I’ll go.”
Thinking to myself, ‘Hmm, maybe Chris’ parents aren’t so bad after all.’
Mrs. Carlson came back in carrying dishes of sorbet. “Go where?”
“I’m going to football camp next Monday.”
“Oh, that’s nice dear. I’m sure you’ll have fun. Besides I’m sure the Carlson’s could use a little break from you.”
“Oh on the contrary Mrs. Carlson, my family enjoys having Chris around. By having him around it gives Gramps and Chris’ Grandfather time to do whatever Grandfather’s like to do.”
She forced a smile and looking to Chris, “Chris it would be nice if you spent more time at home.”
I looked over at Chris who was now looking down at the top of the table with his arms crossed. She went on to say, “Sam, tell us about yourself. I know about your family’s golf course, but that’s all that I know about you. When your mother died we lost contact.”
Sitting forward Fred spoke up, “Correction dear, you lost contact. I didn’t. Sam’s father and I are still good friends.”
All it took was a glance from her intense blue eyes for her husband to sit back in his chair and shut up. “Well, I would like to learn more about the boy that’s stole my son’s heart.”
Mrs. Carlson rested her elbows on the table and waited for me to speak. I cleared my throat and began speaking as her intense blue eyes were now focused on me. “Let’s see, my summers are spent working on Timber Stone. In June I also spend many hours in the cherry orchards. In the fall I help harvest apples. In the winter, I love to cross country ski. Last year I was on the varsity ski team.”
“What type of cross county skiing do you enjoy the most?”
“I love to skate ski. It’s a great work out.”
Chris spoke up, “Don’t forget you like to golf, repel, swim and fish.”
Mrs. Carlson sat there without interruption as I felt like I was droning on about nothing. “Umm, let see…I also caddy for my father during the winter months.”
“How do you manage travel and keeping up with your school work?”
“Oh, as long as I take college prep courses and maintain a 3.5 GPA, they’ve allowed me to take as much as a week off at a time. All I have to do is fax my homework to my teachers. My school counselor feels that following my father around on tour is a valuable experience.”
“So do you plan to go pro like your father?”
“I might. I like the game but as I said before, I find horticulture fascinating.”
“So you’ll probably follow in your Grandfather’s foot steps?”
“I haven’t decided.”
There was a long silence as I took a bite of some sorbet. Smiling, Mrs. Carlson said, “You two have been spending a lot of time together. I’d like to hear what you’ve been up to so far this summer.”
Chris sat up in his chair as he spoke of the all of the cool things
we’ve been doing out at
We sat there and watched as Chris took a sip of his water. He swallowed and continued, “You know what’s so ironic Mom?”
“No.”
“Our Great Uncles were lovers…gay. They fought for everyone’s freedom and now those that enjoy the freedom we have today ridicule those like Sammy and me…as if their sacrifice, meant nothing.”
Fred said, “Well maybe it’s because it’s not widely known that there were gays in the military. It’s not something that folks talk about.”
Chris sat back in his chair looking dejected, “I believe that’s a mistake.”
Mrs. Carlson smiled at me, “Chris, gets so passionate about some things.”
“Some times Momma it feels that it’s the only way that I can make you two understand the importance…the impact that certain things have in my life.”
I thought to myself, ‘Chris’ honesty, sensitivity…his passion for what he believes in is what I find most endearing.’
I swear that Mrs. Carlson could read my mind. As she looked at Fred she said, “Yes. Sometimes I worry that Chris’ passion and honesty is going to get him into trouble. The world is a dangerous place. Why just the other day I read in the paper that a soldier was murdered in the barracks because they believed he was a homosexual. Sam, do you ever worry what people might do if they found out that you and Chris are…are homosexual?”
“I have. It is worrisome. There are a lot of idiots out in the world.”
“So do you plan on keeping your love affair with my son a secret?”
“I think that knowledge of our love affair needs to be on a need to know basis.”
“Who are those ‘need to know’ individuals?”
“The people we love and trust.”
“Even though the ones that ‘we love and trust’ can do things that betray that trust?”
“Trust is a risky thing Mrs. Carlson.”
“Yes it is Sam. I know that Chris’ childhood friends, Mr. Carlson and myself would never leak out Chris’ secret.”
“Our secret Mrs. Carlson.”
Mrs. Carlson took a sip of coffee. “Only about 50% of couples survive these days. I guess I’d like to know what happens when or if you two should break up?”
“Mom!”
I placed my hand on Chris’, “That’s okay. Mrs. Carlson, I would never do anything that would hurt your son’s reputation.”
“Unfortunately many break-ups result in things that should have never been said…things that are said in the heat of the moment.”
“Remember Mrs. Carlson, I wouldn’t be just outing Chris…I’d be outing myself as well. I’m not ready for the world to know.”
There was a long silence and I could tell that she wanted to say more but held back.
Mrs. Carlson smiled and then patted her lips clean with a napkin. “As I’m sure that you are aware there are certain expectations…certain responsibilities that goes along with being a quarterback or leader. My son will undoubtedly take his team to the playoffs and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he and his team win this year’s state championship. There will be much press surrounding his success. Sam, are you ready to deal with that?”
“What expectations and responsibilities are you referring too?”
Chris rolled his eyes and moaned in frustration. “Mom, you worry too much! You don’t have to worry about your reputation. Our secret will remain hidden…well at least until I get out of this god forsaken town!”
“Okay, maybe I do worry too much, but it’s not about my reputation…it’s about yours.”
“Admit it Mom, you may have to come down a notch in your social circle if they find out your son is a fag.”
I kicked Chris’s foot. “Mrs. Carlson, what are these expectations that you are referring to?”
She took a deep breath, “Well, as quarterback he will undoubtedly have girls calling on him.”
Chris couldn’t contain himself and moaned, “Good god Mother.”
Sternly she said, “Allow me to finish.”
Chris slouched down in his chair. “Look at him! He’s gorgeous! Everyday I have girls calling the house asking if he’s home. And every day I have to lie and say he’s out.”
As I listened to her I’d hear Chris groan or sigh in the background.
“…People are going to wonder and they are going to come up with their own conclusions about why a young man that could easily be compared with Michelangelo's 'David', doesn’t have a girl friend. To make matters even more complicated, Chris will be in the public’s eye. The press will undoubtedly want to interview him.”
“Grrh, Mom it’s not like I’ll have paparazzi chasing me around. I’m just a high school quarterback…”
Mrs. Carlson interrupted, “…who’s destined for greatness!”
“What do you suggest we do Mrs. Carlson?”
She sat forward. “You need a diversion.”
She turned to Fred, “What’s it called when a gay man uses a female escort?”
Chris groaned, “Mother, it’s called having a ‘beard’.”
Fred said, “I heard that Rock Hudson used to travel with female escorts.”
I looked at Chris who had his face buried in his hands and shaking his head no. “Mom, I’m not going to use a girl so that I can go around appearing to be something I’m not.”
She stared down at the table and after what seemed like an eternity she looked up at both of us. “Am I the only one that’s concerned about this? Have you given any thought as to how you are going to handle being in the public’s eye?”
Chris sat up and looked questioningly at me. “No, we haven’t discussed this issue.”
“I recommend that you do.”
Having lost all interest in food, I pushed my sorbet away from me.
“Fred did you tell him yet?”
Fred moved the news paper away from his face and pulled the pipe out of his mouth. “Tell him what?”
She smiled and said, “You know…the job…”
Fred stared at her as if he didn’t know what the hell she was referring to. “You seem so excited about it. Why don’t you tell him?”
Mrs. Carlson smile, "Your father would like you to assist him in the office. We figured that since you want to follow in your father’s foot steps in becoming a lawyer it would be good for you to get a taste of what he does. And it would allow you to make some money at the same time.”
Chris’ face lit up, “Wow! That would be great!”
With sort of surprised look on his face Fred looked over at his wife. Mrs. Carlson was obviously pleased with herself.
Chris went on to say, “I could do that during the winter months and work out at Timber Stone during the warm months!”
The smile faded from her face. “I think your father could use your help now. For the past few months he’s been getting home late. Couldn’t you dear?”
As she turned to her husband, she went on to say, “Besides, your secretary could probably use a break…poor thing.”
Fred looked over at Chris. “You’re right, I could use some clerical help. You’re a wiz at the computer.”
“Well then it’s settled. You can start tomorrow.”
“Dad, how many hours are you going to need me to work?”
“Oh, just a…”
Just then Mrs. Carlson stood up and as she did, knocked Fred’s coffee cup over and spilled it onto his lap. Fred quickly stood up. “Oh, dear me! Come into the kitchen so I can clean that up.”
I looked over at Chris. He gave me a smile and reached over the table to place my hand in his. “I think it would be cool to work with my old man! Being the District Attorney, he gets involved in some pretty wild things. Besides that, it would look great on my résumé.”
I was feeling the pains of separation beginning to filter in to my heart. I figured that our separation was still a few weeks down the road when the school year would begin. Trying to sound upbeat, “I think this is a wonderful opportunity for you.”
Fred came back into the dining room, “As I was saying, I could use you for as many hours as you can spare. Please excuse me, I need to get out of these wet pants.”
“Thanks Dad!”
As he exited the room he said, “It’ll be fun having you around the office.”
I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere because his back was to us. I looked at Chris who was now beaming with happiness. He held his hand up in the air waiting for me to give him a high five. Despite his joy I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Chris grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips. As he kissed it, Mrs. Carlson came back into the dining room and began busying herself by clearing the dishes from the table. I tried to pull away but his grip prevented me from doing so. Without looking up she asked, “So have you decided when you will start working for your father?”
Chris looked down at the table and thought for a while. Then he looked at me, “Would next week be okay?”
Mrs. Carlson said, “Don’t forget, you have football camp next Monday.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Well, how about after football camp?”
“And next week your Father’s secretary will be on vacation so she won’t be around to show you what you need to do in her absence.”
“Oh, well…I suppose I could go in for a few hours this week so that she could show me around the office.”
She smiled, “That would be nice.”
I stood up and began to help clear the table. “Oh, you don’t need to do that.”
“I don’t mind.”
As I carried my plate into the kitchen, Chris came up from behind and kissed the back of my neck. I wanted to swat him away but my hands were full. Then he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug and could feel him push his groin into my butt. He whispered in my ear, “I love you Sammy.”
My body tensed up as Chris’ mother exited the kitchen to return for more dirty dishes. She quickly diverted her eyes away from us when she noticed Chris’ display of affection. He pulled away and said, “Mom, we can do the dishes. Why don’t you go relax?”
Mrs. Carlson handed the dishes to Chris, “Well…okay.”
I placed the dishes into the dishwasher. “Umm, Sammy?”
“Yes?”
Chris rolled his eyes at me and said, “We need to hand wash the dishes first and then place them in the dishwasher.”
“Okay. I’ll take them out.”
Chris turned the water on and added dish soap. I began washing the plates. Chris and I stood shoulder to shoulder as I handed the dishes to him so that he could rinse them off and place them into the dishwasher. When we were finished with the dishes, I couldn’t help but notice the family pictures on the refrigerator. There were pictures of Chris at various ages. There was one where he was shirtless, wearing cutoffs and bare foot holding up a stringer full of pan fish. Another picture showed him in an oversized white jersey holding up a trophy that was taller than he was.
There was one picture that particularly caught my eye. He was dressed in a suit and tie. An older gentleman was handing him a plaque. “What award are you receiving here?”
“That picture was taken last year when I placed second in the state in High School Forensics.”
“Forensics?”
“Yeah, you know, the debate team. I failed miserably in the nationals.”
At that point I realized just how little I knew about him. He’s good looking, he excels in sports and has the brains to match. Yikes, do I feel puny next to him. What the hell does he find so attractive in me? I’m sure that in a very short period of time he’ll grow tired of someone who is narrowly focused, not so bright and to be honest not that good looking.
Chris finished wiping down the counter top and said, “Come on cutie, let’s go up to my bedroom.”
I reluctantly followed him up the stairs as I felt my self-confidence fade away and along with that belief that our budding relationship had any potential for a life long commitment. Chris shut the door behind me. “Come here Sammy, I want to show you something on the internet.”
I stood behind him as he booted up the computer. I immediately noticed a picture of my ski team. I was wearing a blue and yellow outfit. I continued to watch as he double clicked on the browser. He went to his favorite bookmarks and clicked on a gay site. He clicked on one of the thumbnails that showed a well endowed man shoving his cock up his boyfriend’s butt. There were a series of pictures that gave us different views. I felt a growing lump in my throat as he clicked through the images. Without turning to me he spoke. “See Sammy, it is possible for me to be inside of you. Look at this picture, the guy on the bottom seems to be enjoying it.”
As he clicked through the images I felt tears beginning to run down my face. One of my tears must have landed on his neck because he reached up to wipe it off. When he realized that his hand was wet he quickly turned to me. His face was out of focus and blurred from the tears in my eyes. He quickly stood up and pulled me into his arms. I immediately pushed away. “Sam, what’s the matter?”
I sniffled and trying not to cry. “I have to go home now.”
I quickly moved toward the door and ran down the steps. Chris called behind me. “Sam! Stop! Sam! Come back!”
As I ran for the door, Mrs. Carlson’s smiled quickly fade when she noticed that I was upset. “Sam?”
I ran out the door and jumped into the car. I could hardly see as I revved up the engine. The engine roared as I sped down the street.
I quickly parked the car and ran into the house. “Dad! Are you home?”
I looked in the garage and found it empty. ‘When in the hell is he coming home?’
The phone began ringing. After the fourth ring I could hear Chris’ voice. “Sam? Are you there? Please pick up the phone.”
I debated whether or not I should pick it up and decided not to. I covered my ears as he continued to plead. “I’m sorry for showing you those pictures. That was really stupid of me. I won’t ever look at those pictures again. I’ll call you later. I love you! I really do!”
‘I have to get out of here. This is too hard to deal with!’
Exhausted, I went to bed. The minute my head hit the pillow the phone began ringing again. I got up and unplugged it before the answering machine could pick it up. I woke up at my usual time. When I arrived at Timber Stone I found Scott sitting on a bench waiting for me. “Where’s Chris?”
“He’s working for his old man now. It’s just you and me.”
I didn’t feel like talking and quickly instructed him to get on one of the tractors to mow the fairways while I got on the mower to cut the greens. When we were finished mowing I told Scott that we should get some lunch. We walked into the clubhouse. The air conditioning felt good. As we bellied up to the bar Gram greeted us in her usual way. “Chris called and he would like you to ‘please’, he asked me to stress the word ‘please’ call him back.”
“Okay.”
Gram stared at me and then pointed, “The phone is over there.”
“I know where it is.”
“Care to talk about it?”
I glanced over at Scott. “No.”
Scott stood up. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
“No, no, you don’t have to get up. I’m not hungry. I’ll just take my bottle of water and get back to work. Scott, take an hour break and meet me out on the 8th hole.”
I got on the ATV and drove out to the 8th hole. I tried to avoid thinking about Chris but we’d spent so much time out here together that every little flower bed, every shaded area only served as a reminder of him and the harder I tried to get him out of my mind the stronger his image became…an image that will forever be etched in my mind. I was startled when Scott plopped down beside me and began repairing divots. “Hi Scott. Why don’t you repair the divots on the green.”
Scott stood back up, “Sure thing boss.”
I ignored his comment and thought to myself, ‘If he wants to work out here he’s going to have to do as I say. I’m responsible for this course.’
The days wore on and I completely immersed myself in my work. Chris’ calls went from several per day to only one a day. Each time he left the same message. “I love you and I miss you terribly.”
Days turned into weeks and my love sick pain would seemed to be receding but just like the tides it would rise and fall but never go away. Chris’ messages on the answering machine decreased to once a day. In a way I looked forward to hearing his voice but then the flood gates would open and I felt like I was going to die. I wanted to call him back but I felt really stupid for not being upfront with him and I couldn’t bear hearing him reject me. No it’s better to just break it off now rather allowing this relationship drag on until he tires of me.
Scott never asked, but I’m sure he was probably reporting back
to Chris. As for Mel, well as it turned out, when her parents found out that she was
pregnant, they got on a plane and flew to
Dad received a multi-million dollar sponsorship from the new golf club manufacturer and continues to golf very well. I told him that I broke up with Chris and didn’t want to talk about it.
I feel sorry for my family and Scott because I’ve been a bit mean spirited. I’ve done my best to direct my anger away from them and I believe I’ve been fairly successful by creating havoc out on the golf course. I’ve placed bunkers on a few holes approximately two hundred yards out…just where your average golfer is bound to lie. I also dug out a few cherry trees with our tree back hoe and placed them in some nasty places along the fairway. To be honest, the course looks the best it’s looked in years. I spent the majority of my time working on the course which leaves me no time to think about ‘him’. I don’t have time for ‘him’ any way, besides that love stuff is for the birds.
It was getting dark and I walked back to the house. I showered and put some sweat pants on. I flicked on the television. The door bell rang. My heart jumped and deep down I was hoping it was Chris. I jumped up and answered the door. It was Bill. “Hi Bill.”
“May I come in? I’ll be brief.”
“Sure.”
“What’s up?”
“Sam, can you talk to Chris?”
“Why?”
“Because he’s beating himself up over something that he doesn’t have a clue about and I think you owe him an explanation.”
I stood there not knowing what to say. To be honest I felt cowardly and stupid. Bill looked me straight in the eye and said, “Sam, he loves you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
I couldn’t hold back any more and I began to weep. Through the tears I said, “Oh god, I’m not good enough for him.”
Bill quickly replied, “I’m not going to argue with you on that point but maybe you should tell him that yourself.”
I shook my head yes. Bill walked out of the door without uttering another word. I tried shutting the door behind me but something was preventing me from doing so. I looked to see what was blocking the door and saw a white tennis shoe. I looked up and saw a very serious looking Chris staring in at me. “Can I come in?”
I shook my head yes and sat down on the couch and buried my face in my hands. Chris sat next to me and said, “Sammy, I apologize for showing you those pornographic pictures. That was wrong. Please forgive me…please.”
I began to sob uncontrollably. “I-I-it- was-wasn’t that.”
Chris wrapped his arm around me as I continued to weep. I heard Dad say, “What’s going on?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Sam, I’m going out for a while. If you need anything just call me…Hi Chris.”
“Hi Mr. Johnson.”
Chris got up and came back with a glass of water and handed it to me. I finally cleared my throat and broke the silence. “Chris, I’m not good enough for you.”
Sounding angry, “Why don’t you allow me to be the judge of that? Everyone seems to know what’s best for Chris. Well, damn it, I can make my own decisions! Now tell me what the hell happened!”
Fighting back the tears I said, “That night when I ran out?”
“Yes, go on.”
“Well, I realized that there’s so much I don’t know about you. I’ve known that you are special but Chris, you are beyond that. You are so talented, so intelligent, so…so beautiful that…that…I’m…”
Sounding irritated Chris said, “Not good enough?”
All I could do is shake my head yes and wipe the tears from my eyes.
“Sammy, look at me.”
I looked up at his blurry face. “Baby, please don’t place me on a pedestal. It makes me uncomfortable. I feel very lucky to have spent the time that we had together and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to spend more time with you. I’d like us to grow old together. I’m miserable without you.”
Unable to speak, I whispered, “I want to grow old with you too. I love you Chris. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Before we can move forward I want to know why you felt the need to run out on me.”
I took a deep breath and said, “When you were showing me those pictures you have to keep in mind that I wasn’t feeling very good about myself. Those pictures only confirmed that I was only good for one thing…sex.”
“Sam, I’m not going to lie to you, I think making love to you is the most wonderful thing in the world. I do have a strong desire to be inside of you. I’m like any other red blooded male who wants to penetrate his lover and I also have a strong desire to have you inside of me. When I showed you those pictures, it was only to allay any worries that we may have about intercourse. I worry that you will try to find another mate that’s not as large because if you are like me…I want to feel your penis inside of me. Does that make sense? Because I’m not sure it makes sense to me. Oh, and please believe me when I say that I was not trying to pressure you into having intercourse.”
I thought about it and said, “It does make sense. I do want to feel you inside of me and thanks for not pressuring me.”
I reached out and hugged him. “Oh god you feel good.”
Chris kissed the tears from my face. “Baby, don’t ever leave me again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. I hope you can be patient with me. I feel like a stallion in rut right now and I could just eat you up.”
“Oh, I wish you would because I feel like a mare in heat and I feel like I could explode any minute now.”
“Baby, I want to taste your love right now.”
Chris slapped his forehead. “Damn, I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“Bill’s waiting out in the car.”
I groaned when he pulled away from me. He quickly opened the door and signaled for him to leave. He turned to me and said, “What do you want to do?”
“I want to make love.”
Chris was practically prancing around with his huge erection that was
straining against his
“Where?”
“The cabin.”
“But it’s dark out.”
“There’s a full moon and I have couple of flash lights.”
We quickly packed some things. I wrote Dad a quick note and told him that I had the cell phone. I told him that we’re back together and not to expect us back until tomorrow evening. In no time at all we were off.
Chris said, “I don’t like walking out here in the dark.”
“We’ll be fine. I’ll hang on to your hand.”
Up in the
“We’re going to have a great team. Football camp was very challenging but it was good because I was able to quickly identify what my strengths and weaknesses are. Needless to say I’ve got a lot of hard work ahead if I’m going to be ready for this season.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“He paused for a moment and smirking said, “Yes, you could give me rub downs after practice. I look like a bruised banana. Today he let me take some licks. He said that I have to get used to getting hit.”
“I hope that the only person giving you licks is me.”
Chris laughed as we completed our journey to the cabin. “Isn’t that beautiful Sammy?”
I looked out over the lake. The water was like glass as it reflected the full moon’s light and dispersing so that the trees and cabin were dimly lit giving everything around us an eerie ambiance. Chris said, “It’s spooky out here.”
I pointed the flash light at the cabin and was startled by a loud hissing sound and two large glowing eyes on the porch. The glowing eyes quickly disappeared and we could hear the scratching of the beast’s claws against the wooden porch as it scurried away. Chris hugged me from behind, “I’m scared.”
“It’s only a raccoon. I think we scared it more than it scared us.”
“I disagree. I’m pretty scared.”
My laughter was cut short when I was startled by a bat that flew by our heads.
Chris said, “What the hell was that?”
“A bat.”
“Let’s get in the cabin.”
“I have to find the key. Ah, here it is.”
“Another one flew past my face.”
“Don’t worry, it’s just trying to catch the mosquitoes that we’ve attracted.”
I finally unlocked the door. Chris pushed me inside and slammed the door shut. “You’ve really stayed out here by yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re a lot braver than I am.”
I located the lantern and lit it up. It was very cool and damp inside. The sweet odor of past camp fires permeated the still air. “Don’t ya love that smell. Let’s get the fire place going.”
Chris sat on one of the bar stools and watched as I opened the damper and with a little help from lighter fluid, ignited the wood. In no time at all we had a nice fire going. I turned to Chris and watched to flames reflect off of his pale skin and blue eyes.
I rolled out the twin sized sleeping bag on top of the bear rug. When I turned to Chris, he seemed hypnotized by the fire that was rapidly heating up the cabin. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his head so that his face rested against my belly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a tight hug. “Stand up my love.”
I led him to the sleeping bag and pulled him to the floor. “Aren’t you going to lock the door?”
Gazing into his eyes I said, “You’re really are frightened aren’t you?”
“He nodded yes.”
I quickly got up and locked the door. “Sammy, I’m just spooked.”
“That’s okay. We’re safe in here. We’ve never had anything or anyone ever break in here. There aren’t many folks that even know this place exists.”
I kissed him and rolled on top of him. I slowly unbuttoned his
flannel shirt and couldn’t help but marvel at his body as it came into view. Chris
pulled my sweat shirt over my head as I straddled his hips. He quickly unzipped my
Chris quickly sat down and pulled off his jeans exposing his huge phallus that hung over the right side of his hip that throbbed with every heart beat. I got up to sit in front of him. He reached out with his strong arms and pulled me to him by grabbing my globes so that I was now straddling his thighs.
The smoking fragrance was now combined with our musky scents. Chris gently ran the back of his hand down the side of my face. I reached out and massaged his arms and well defined chest. My hands glided down the side of his rib cage where they came to rest on his hips. I noticed Chris make a little grimace as I squeezed his narrow hips. “Did I hurt you?”
“It’s nothing.”
His answer didn’t satisfy my curiosity so I lifted off of him to take a look at his injury. I pushed him down onto his side so that I could take a close look. “Poor baby, that looks really sore.”
“It is sore.”
I leaned down and gently planted kisses on his hip.
“Allow me to rub you down.”
I got up and went over to the cupboard and pulled out some canola oil. “Lay on your stomach.”
I straddled his thighs and poured some oil into my hand. To warm it up, I rubbed my hands together and then began to massage his shoulders. Chris moaned as I located and rubbed away every knot. I noticed that Chris’ hips were beginning to move as he humped into the sleeping bag. I felt a little mischievous and poured a small amount of oil onto the crack of his bubble butt. Chris jumped when the cold oil landed on his cute ass. I chuckled and began rubbing the oil all over his bottom and then down his thighs and calves. Kneading the back of his strong thighs, I slowly made my way back up to where his thigh joined his butt and ran my fingers around his perineal area. I couldn’t resist gently running his balls between my fingers as I oiled up his soft scrotum. I poured some more canola oil on his bottom and ran my fingers between his cheeks. Chris went wild as he bucked his hips into the floor. Just watching his response to my touch made me almost orgasm. I laid on top of him and slid around on his shiny oily skin. Satisfied that I given him a good rub down I laid on top of him and nibbled on his ear. Chris giggled, “You’re tickling me.”
I wrapped my arms around him and relished the feeling of being close to my lover.
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