Timber Stone

Chapter 5

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Copyright 2002, Duke Price

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

If you are going to engage in sex, remember to please be safe!

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I parked the Vet in front of Jake’s house. I stood by the car feeling almost paralyzed as I stared at Jake’s house. "What’s the matter, Sammy?"

"Nervous."

"About what?"

"This is scary because I’m going to be outing myself and what if it leaks out?"

Chris walked over to me and said, "I’m sorry! I didn’t even think about how you would feel about coming out to my friends! They’ve known about me for a year and have never once slipped up. Their girlfriends are cool about it too. Listen, if you don’t feel comfortable with this we can go back."

I smiled at him and said, "No, it’s alright. It’s not like we’re going to be announcing it to the world, right?"

"Heck no! The only thing that people need to know is that we are close friends. However Jake, Bill, and Scott already know but they won’t say anything unless you or I bring it up."

I saw Jake open the front door and holler out, "Come on in, dudes, we’re popping some corn before we go!"

I looked at Chris and said, "Okay, let’s go in."

After we popped a ton of popcorn we followed each other in our cars to the outdoor theater. As we drove through town some girls whistled at us and laughed as we drove by. We parked next to his friends and waited for the movie to begin. Chris reached over and held my hand. "Let’s take the sunroof off so we can see the stars."

We hopped out of the car. Chris helped me figure out how to remove it. As we tried to figure it out Chris would rub his leg up against mine. Anyone seeing him do that wouldn’t have thought anything of it but I sure did, that wasn’t focused at all on the roof and I was getting turned on. Ever so often I’d steal quick glances at him and could see a little smirk on his face. I whispered, "You are naughty."

Finally we removed one of the sunroofs. Then I heard someone whistle next to us. "Nice asses!"

I turned around to see it was Bill’s girlfriend, Jessica, who was smiling and blowing kisses at us. Chris and I just shook our heads and laughed at her.

By the time we removed the other side of the sunroof, the movie started. Chris grabbed my hand and placed it on his thigh. He left his hand over mine for a while. I wasn’t even watching the movie. I kept looking at him in the corner of my eye. Then he pulled out the bag of popcorn and placed it between my legs. We started eating the popcorn. Sometimes we’d both reach in at the same time and just let our hands touch. As we neared the bottom of the bag his hand would rest on my groin. Sometimes he’d leave his hand in the bag and pull it out only when he wanted to eat more popcorn. We’d steal glances at the other and when our eyes locked we’d smile and giggle. I hoped no one asked me how I liked the movie because I was too busy flirting with Chris to notice what was on the big screen. Feeling his hand resting next to my groin made my cock get stiff. I damn near jumped out of my seat when Scott, Jake, and Bill looked down at us and said, "Where do you guys want to go now?"

I don’t think either one of us noticed that the movie was over. It must have looked funny to his friends when we both jerked our hands away from each other. Bill laughed, "Are you two having a good time?"

I was dying of embarrassment. I couldn’t even look up to answer. Neither of us answered. Bill broke the silence and said, "Do you two want to come to my house? My parents are out of town and we can do whatever."

I looked over at Chris who had a goofy smile on his face with a raised brow. "Sure, I’d like to go."

"Cool! We’ll meet you guys there."

When we got to the house Bill said, "I’ll give you a pair of my trunks to go swimming in."

I followed Chris around like a duckling as I followed the guys into Bill’s bedroom. Just as I was about to go into the bedroom Jessica tugged on my arm and said, "Oh no, you don’t. We’re going to keep an eye on you two. You can dress with us."

I heard Scott yell, "You lucky stiff!"

I followed Jessica into one of the other bedrooms where the other two girls were busying themselves getting into their bikinis. They didn’t seem fazed at all by my presence. With her top off, one of the girls approached me and said, "Hi, I’m Nicole and this is Melanie."

I swallowed nervously and shook their hands, "Nice to meet you."

"You can put on your trunks. You don’t have anything that we haven’t seen before."

"Okay."

Nicole said, "Are you and Chris hitting it off?"

"Aha, I really like Chris. He’s such a nice guy."

Melanie said, "And he’s hot! Just looking at him makes me wet."

"Y-yeah, he is good looking."

Jessica must have noticed that I was feeling uncomfortable and said, "Don’t worry, Sam, it’ll be our group’s little secret. We’ve all known Chris since we were babies and feel that he’s one of the nicest guys we ever met. You’re lucky to have him."

Laughing, Melanie said, "Not only that, he’s hot!"

The two other girls started laughing. I heard a knock on the door. It was Chris, "What’s taking you so long? I hope you’re not telling him all of my secrets!"

"Don’t rush us! We have a lot to tell him!"

I could hear him outside the door, "Grrrh!" The girls giggled.

I proceeded to undress and quickly slipped on my Speedo. Nicole smiled and said, "You’re in good shape, Sam. You must work out a lot?"

"No, but working at Timber Stone can be quite exerting and I enjoy swimming."

"That’s great because Chris loves to swim too." I followed them out to the pool. I sat down next to Chris who was smiling at me, "What took you so long?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Girl talk."

Chris started cracking up. "You think that’s funny? Ha? Ha?" as I started tickling him.

"Stop, stop!" Chris got up and jumped into the pool. I followed him in and tried to catch up to him. He was a strong swimmer and I was getting winded. I think he could tell that I was tiring because he slowed down and let me catch up to him. I jumped on him and submerged him under the water. We both surfaced together, giggling and wiping the water out of our eyes. Chris dove back under the water. I followed him just like we did in the lake. I grabbed his feet and hung on as we swam near the bottom. He didn’t kick his legs so that I could hang on to his ankles. All of a sudden he did an about face and turned to face me. He smiled at me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. We sat on the bottom with me on his lap. We slowly surfaced, looking into each other’s eyes. I’d forgotten all about the others and when our heads popped to the surface I looked around to see if anyone was watching. All three couples were smiling at us. I dove back under the surface and swam to the side of the pool.

Scott said, "That looks like fun." All three couples jumped in and frolicked in the water.

Bill yelled out, "Let’s play water volley ball."

We had a blast. The hours passed by and before I knew it, it was one o’clock in the morning. When I noticed the time I said, "Shit, we have to get some shut eye!"

Chris said, "We gotta go, guys!"

Scott said, "It was good to see ya again, Sam. Come over anytime you want."

"I had a great time too. Thanks for inviting me over!"

"Hey, any friend of Chris’s is a friend of ours."

We drove home. "I like your friends. I couldn’t believe the girls had me dress with them."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It was okay. They’re cute but it does nothing for me."

Chris looked ahead smiling, obviously liking my answer. When we got home Chris embraced me and gave me kiss. "I had a great time with you. I really like you, Sammy."

I put my forehead on his and said, "I really like you too."

I kissed him and grabbed his hand as I led him to my bedroom. "Do you mind sleeping with me?"

"Heck no!"

"Good."

I stripped down to my underwear. Chris followed suit and climbed into bed with me. I faced him and gave him a passionate kiss good night. "God, you’re beautiful!"

"Oh, Sammy, you make me melt!"

I gave him a quick peck on the lips and rolled over on my side to sleep. I pulled his arm over me and felt him move closer to spoon me. I smiled when I felt him kiss the back of my head. "Good night, Chris."

"Good night, Sammy."

The alarm clock went off at 4:30am. I moaned, "Oh shit! I’m tired!"

I felt Chris cuddle up next to me and could hear him quietly snoring. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. Deciding it was too early to get up I went back to sleep. All of a sudden I woke up with a startle when I felt the sun shining on my face. I looked at the clock to see it was 8:00am. "Shit! We have to get up!"

"Wha-what?"

I turned around to face my sleeping beauty who was rubbing his eyes. "We have to get up, babe."

Chris smiled sleepily at me, "Babe?"

I kissed him and said, "You heard me. Get up!"

"Yes, sir!"

I got out of bed to take a leak. To my surprise Chris came in and stood next to me and whipped out his monster dick. He stood there rubbing his eyes. I felt my cock springing into action and quickly put it back into my underwear. I hopped into the shower and purposely left the water on cold. After dressing I stood by Chris’s bedroom door to see him putting on his shorts. "Are you ready, big guy?"

"Oh, remind me never to stay out that late."

I slapped his ass and said, "Let’s go, stud!"

We worked well into the afternoon. Lucky for us it was a cool summer day. After mowing the fairways we sat under the big willow tree, sipping on our sodas and listened to the birds singing. Chris said, "It’s so beautiful out here…just like you, Sammy."

I gazed into his eyes, wanting to kiss him but all I did was smile. "Come on, let’s go see if Dad’s on TV."

We went into the clubhouse and watched the Golf channel. "Hi, Sammy…Chris."

"Hi, Gram! Has Dad been on TV?"

"I saw him once. He’s dropped to fourth place, but he’s not out of contention."

"That’s good. Where’s Gramps?"

"I think he’s tending to one of the golf carts."

"Come on, Chris. Let’s go help him."

"Hi, Gramps!"

"Hi, Sammy! How’s my boy?"

"Good!"

"Yes, yes, I can see that. Are you in-love, boy?"

"What?"

"The last time I saw a goofy grin like that was on your father’s face when he met your mother. That boy was head over heels in-love with her. Your mother was a fine woman. It’s a damned shame that she left this world so young! He’s never been the same since her death."

I didn’t say anything. "Well, boy, don’t just stand there, give me a hand!"

Chris and I helped him put together the dismantled cart. "Come on, boys, let’s go see what Grandma’s got cooked up for us."

We went into the clubhouse. Gramps said, "Evlyn, what’s for dinner? I’ve got some hungry boys here!"

"Come on, boys, sit down." Gram plopped down a platter of steaks, a big salad, and freshly baked bread. Chris and I looked hungrily at the spread and dug in. We shoveled the food in our mouths and stopped periodically to smile at each other.

"Mmm, Gram, that was so good!"

"Who’s ready for dessert?"

"I am!"

Gramps held his belly, "I don’t want any, Ma!"

Grandpa sat there smiling as he watched us eat the delicious hot apple pie and vanilla ice cream. "That was good, Gram. Oh, I ate too much!"

Chris held his belly, "I feel like I’m ready to pop!"

After a feeding frenzy of this magnitude, I usually went into a state of slumber. I looked over at Chris yawning and said, "I’m going home for a siesta. Thanks for the great supper, Gram!"

"See ya later, boys."

"Thanks, Mrs. Johnson."

When we got back to the house I laid on the floor and kicked my feet up on the sofa. We laid there side by side and nodded off into la la land.

I was the first to wake up and turned on my side to watch Chris sleep. I studied his auburn hair, his broad nose, long eyelashes, and rosy red lips. He had a few whiskers on his chin, otherwise his face was smooth. I cuddled up next to him and gently kissed his cheek. In his state of slumber he made a ‘Mmm’ sound.

We hadn’t showered and I could smell his musky boy scent. Ooh, what a stud.

The phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hi, Sam. Is Chris there?"

I recognized the Southern accent and said, "Oh, hi, Mrs. Carlson. Let me get him."

I brought the phone over to Chris. "Chris, wake up. It’s your mom."

"Hello?"

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"Hi, Mom."

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"I’m doing good."

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"I’ve been working a lot."

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"Sorry, Mom, I’ll try to call you more often."

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"Why can’t Val mow the yard?"

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"Okay, Mom. Can you come pick me up?"

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"But Sammy has to go to work in a little bit."

I motioned to Chris that I could take him home.

"What?"

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"NO!"

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"Everyone calls him Sammy!"

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"It’s none of your business who I date."

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"I don’t know why you called me! The only time you want to talk to me is when you need me to do something! I’m not going to be Val’s chauffeur anymore!"

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"I can ride my bike."

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"I don’t want the car."

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"Mom…I’ll be home later today to the mow the yard."

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"Bye, Mom."

Chris slammed the phone down. "Damn, they piss me off! The only time they miss me is when they want me do something for them."

I wrapped my arm around him. "And then she has the balls to tell me that she hopes that I’m not messing around with you. What fucking business is it of hers! I can’t wait to graduate from high school so that I can get the hell out of here!"

Chris had his knees bent up and his arms crossed over them. He was staring down at the floor and had tears flowing from his eyes. "Why can’t they just leave me alone?"

"Come on, Chris, I’ll take you home so you can mow. Tell ya what. We’ll take our wide sit down mower. We’ll have it finished in 4 swipes. Come on, babe, cheer up."

I hugged him, "Come on, let’s go."

Chris got up. The Carlsons must have been shocked when they saw the big mower going up and down their yard. Chris had the gas weed eater to do the trim. We had it finished in 15 minutes flat. We loaded the mower up. Chris got in the truck and said, "Let’s get out of here."

I couldn’t really blame him. Hell, they didn’t even bother to come out and say hi to him as we were mowing the yard. He looked pissed, so I said, "Okay."

Looking very dejected, Chris followed me into the house. I held out my arms to him and said, "Come here, babe."

I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss. Holding him in my arms, he began to cry. Seeing him so upset made me think about how my family might feel when or if they find out that I’m gay. Since dear old Dad was such a hit with the ladies, I’m not sure how he’d react. I may not have very long before I have to tell them. Heck, if Gramps can tell that I’m in-love, so will Dad, and I know that he’s going to be asking lots of questions. "Here, have a seat, I’ll get you a soda."

Chris wiped his eyes and turned his face away from me as if he didn’t want me to see him cry. "No thanks, Sammy. I’m going to take a shower."

I grabbed his face with both my hands and looked him in the eyes. Tears were still welled up in his blue eyes. I placed my forehead on his and just gazed into his eyes as I attempted to search the depths of his soul. I wanted to locate his pain and take it away. I rocked him in my arms, running my hands up and down his back. When his tears dried up I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. I helped him remove his shirt. Then I got on my knees and pulled off his sneakers. His male scent was turning me on as I slowly undressed him. Finally I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down. I could see his large penis rapidly inflating. I stood up and turned the shower on. When the water was warm, I encouraged him to get in.

I went into his bedroom and grabbed a clean pair of underwear and laid them in the bathroom. I took a quick shower in the master bath. When I got out Chris still hadn’t finished. I dried off and put in my favorite CD, ‘Hybrid Theory’ by Linkin Park and cranked up the volume. I didn’t hear him come in and jumped when he placed his hand on my shoulder. I smiled and stood up to face him. Then he removed the towel that was over his shoulders and placed it behind my neck. He gently pulled me in for a kiss. The song ‘In the End’ began to play. At that moment the song’s lyrics took on a new meaning,

I pulled away from him and said, "That’s it! It’s kind of like the lyrics in the song. You trusted your parents enough to ask for help when you told them that you were gay. You keep trying to win their approval. You do very well in scholastics and contact sports but in the end it doesn’t even matter."

I was surprised to see him smile and then he said, "You do understand. That’s exactly how I feel. I just couldn’t put into words. Thanks, Sammy!"

He looked down at me and said, "God, Sammy, I…I think I’m falling for you."

I kissed his chest and rested the side of my head on his shoulder as we stood toe to toe. I thought to myself, holy shit, is he telling me that he’s falling in-love with me? I was afraid to ask him. And am I falling for him too? Can two people fall in-love so quickly? I don’t know. What I do know is that my attraction to him continues to grow in intensity with every beat of my heart. My mind is screaming at me to not go down this path and despite this I feel totally out of control, with no choice other than to go with the flow of our mating dance. My attraction to him is so strong that my heart says fighting it would be like swimming against a rip tide that would only cause me great pain and suffering. What to do…what to do. Now I know what it must be like to be a mare in heat…wanting to bolt but unable to resist his advances…ready to take whatever her stallion is preparing to deliver.