Timber Stone

Chapter 6

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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.

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Lucky for me, my stallion is patient with me. Instinctively he knows that gentle urging is the best approach. He knows that it’s best that I make the first move.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"I could stay like this forever."

Nestling, I said, "I could too."

There was a knock at the door. I put my shorts on and quickly answered the door. When I opened the door I recognized the unhappy looking man. It was Chris’ father. "Hi, Mr. Carlson."

"I’d like to talk to my son."

"I’ll go get him."

"Chris, your dad is here."

Chris came to the door. "Yes, sir?"

"Your mother told me that you mowed the yard and didn’t bother to pay your respects and that you smarted off to her on the phone. We’re not putting up with this behavior."

"Dad, I’ve been here for almost three weeks and neither one of you has bothered to call me, and the minute you need me to do something Mom’s on the phone demanding that I chauffeur Val around and mow the yard. Any other time you guys act like you don’t want me around."

"Come home, Chris. We want you home."

"Why should I?"

"Come on, Chris, don’t make me say it."

"What, that you don’t want me around Sam because you’re afraid it might get out that your son is gay? Guess what? It’s too late, Dad! He and the rest of my friends already know and accept it. They still think of me as a good friend! Just because I’m gay doesn’t make me any less of a man than you are!"

"Come on, Chris, I never said you weren’t a good person."

"You and Mom don’t have to. It’s written all over your faces and what I see is that Chris doesn’t measure up! I wish I had never told you guys! I trusted you two when I came to ask for help and now you treat me like I have an illness. Well, no more, Dad! I’m not going home until you two start accepting me for who I am."

"Son, you told me that you didn’t like being gay, that you want to be normal. I want to help you. We’ll keep searching for a doctor that can help you."

"You mean make me straight?"

"Yes, Son."

"Didn’t you hear the psychiatrists? There’s nothing they can do for me. I’m not ill!"

"If you’re not ill, why did you get so depressed?"

"Because I wished that I wasn’t gay. Do you think I chose to be this way? I’ve had a difficult time accepting it."

"We all have, Son! I want you to be happy. To have girlfriends like normal boys and later have a family."

"Dad, that’s not going to happen and it’s time that everyone accepts that. I have and so should you."

"I don’t want to talk about this anymore."

"You never do. How many more doctors do you want me to see before you and Mom accept the fact that I’m gay and there’s not a damn thing that anyone can do to change that?"

"Come home, Son. Please come home."

"I don’t want to go home."

"Where will you stay?"

"I’ll find a place."

I stood by Chris and said, "Chris can stay here."

Mr. Carlson gave me a stern look. Then he snarled at Chris and said, "Are you two lovers?"

"That’s none of your business."

"I don’t think Mr. Johnson is going to like it when he finds out that you’re cornballing his son."

"Dad, I’m not listening to your threats. I don’t think Mom would like it if she found out that you’ve been going out on her."

Mr. Carlson had a shocked look on his face. "Yeah, Dad, I’ve seen you with your secretary. You should be more careful. I saw you and her kissing as you were leaving the office."

"That’s none of your business!"

"And who I choose to sleep with is none of your business! So back off or I’ll tell Mom!"

"She’d never believe you."

"Don’t be so sure! I think she’s getting wise to your after-hours business engagements. I’ve overheard her conversations on the phone with her friends."

"Fine! Stay here with your boyfriend!" Mr. Carlson turned around, got into his car, and sped off.

"I have to get out of here."

"Why?"

"Because he’ll try to convince your dad how sick I am, that I’ll corrupt you and may even out you."

"Then I’ll tell Dad before he gets to him. It’ll be better coming from me than from your father."

Chris stood there thinking about it. "What if your dad reacts the same as my parents did?"

I held his hand and said, "Then we’ll have each other to deal with this issue. Things will get better."

"I’m not sure that telling your dad is the right thing to do. I regret telling my parents."

"So you think that our relationship should be shrouded in secrecy? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want live like that. Secrets have a tendency to haunt you. The more I think about it, the more I feel that I should tell my family."

"But…"

"Shhh, no buts." I wrapped him in my arms and kissed him.

"Oh, Sammy."

"Come on. Let’s go to bed." I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Chris sat on the bed and watched me undress. The way he was staring at me turned me on. I stood in front of him with just my underwear on. Chris sat there looking me up and down. I couldn’t take it any more and knowing that he wasn’t going to make the first move, I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around the back of his head. Chris kissed my belly. I couldn’t help but moan when he went lower and kissed my penis through my briefs. I pulled him to his feet and ran my hands up under his shirt and began massaging his belly and chest. I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, kissing his muscular chest and nipples, Chris moaned as I ran my tongue down to his belly. I unbuckled his Levi’s and pulled them down over his narrow hips. I could see the outline of his huge erection through his white underwear. Slowly I brought my face close to it and placed a kiss on it. Chris’s whimpers were driving me wild with passion so I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, exposing the object of my obsession. Only inches from my face I studied his throbbing love muscle. I closed my eyes and inhaled his intoxicating fragrance. Then I grabbed his butt to pull him forward and kissed his penis.

"Oh god! Sammy, stop! I’m going to…"

He quit talking when I started running my tongue up and down his shaft. I have been dreaming about doing this for weeks and his halfhearted requests are not going to stop me now. Chris moved away from me and pulled me to my feet. "I’m going to cum if you keep doing that."

I gazed pleadingly into his eyes, "But I want to do it."

I shoved my body into his. "Oh, Sammy, you are so beautiful. How can I resist you?"

Smiling, I said, "Resistance is futile."

"Mmm, will my individual distinctiveness become a part of your own?"

Trying to keep a serious face, I said, "Prepare to be assimilated."

Chris bent down and picked me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, driving my tongue deep into his mouth. I could feel the tip of his penis rubbing against my back. He laid me gently onto the bed and settled down next to me. I rolled on top of him and began rubbing my cock against his. I gazed into his blue eyes and kissed his soft red lips. He grabbed my hips and then lifted my groin up to his face. He began placing kisses all over my groin, including the area that lies between my balls and hole. He slid his hands underneath my underwear and kneaded my buns. My groin became saturated with his saliva as he continued to lick my cock and balls. "Stand up, Sammy."

When I stood up he pulled my underwear down and over my feet. Then he reached up, grasping my cock, and encouraged me to come back down. I almost fainted when he stuck my penis in his mouth and began sucking it. Then he did something that took me totally by surprise. He started running his hand up and down between my cheeks. Then he licked his middle finger and began toying with my asshole. The sensation is difficult to describe. It was like he was scratching an itch that had never been scratched!

Chris looked a little disappointed when I pushed his mouth away from my cock. I didn’t care because I desperately needed to taste him. I turned on top of him so that we were in a 69 position. With his cock right in front of me I gave him a thorough examination. It felt different than my own. It was much longer and thicker. It was hard, yet his skin was velvety soft. He was uncut and I noticed that the white skin on his shaft was in direct contrast with the pink head of his penis that would appear and disappear under his foreskin as I slid my hand up and down. Continuing my examination I noted a lot of precum escaping him. I slid down on Chris so that I could get a good look at his loose hanging balls that were partially hidden by red pubic hair. Not knowing what to expect and not knowing if it was going to be gross I put my face down by his scrotum, first giving it a kiss and then running my tongue over them. His pubic hair tickled my face and I had to reach up and pat it down with my hands. His scent was a mixture of boy and soap. I kissed each ball and inched back to play with his cock. I grabbed him and put the head of his penis into my mouth. To my surprise it tasted salty. Chris let out a loud moan. I began rocking back and forth as I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. "Oh, Sammy, that feels so good!"

I reached down and gently played with his balls by allowing them to roll between my fingers. I moved further down to give his scrotum another kiss and that’s when Chris surprised me by exploring my ass with his tongue. I jerked forward and turned my head to see what the hell he was doing and said the first thing that came to mind, "That’s nasty."

Chris looked almost embarrassed, "Please don’t deny me this, Sammy. I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. Besides, you just showered and you are squeaky clean. Not only that, I think you have a cute little rosebud."

Looking pleadingly into my eyes he went on to say, "Please, Sammy. Please let me do this? You taste so good!"

The thought of him doing this seemed disgusting but sexy at the same time. Deciding that he was really serious about wanting to do this, I decided to give in to his request and backed up to allow him access to my bottom. The sensation was overwhelming. His licking put me into sensory overload to the point where it felt as if space and time came to a sudden halt. Resisting his request was futile because what he was doing felt so wonderful and all I could do was to keep my ass exposed to him and allow him to continue this nasty behavior. As I laid with my face down next to his love muscle I could feel myself begin to relax. Sometimes it felt like he’d entered me with his tongue, causing me to arch my head back and moan. Chris continued his assault on my behind by alternating his tongue with his fingers. When his tongue wasn’t attacking me his fingers were. I felt him put my balls in his mouth and suck on them. He must of known that I was getting close to cumming because he put my cock in his mouth. As I got closer I began to piston my cock in and out of his mouth. Just as I was about to explode Chris gently pushed a little bit of his finger into me and sucked my cock deep into his mouth. In seconds I was shooting my love juice into his mouth. I thought I would never quit cumming as I bucked into him.

Chris left my cock in his mouth and continued to apply gentle suction on it. To my surprise I stayed hard and felt like I could cum again but I decided to focus on him by grabbing his cock with both hands and putting the head in my mouth. He was so large that I had a difficult time just getting the head in my mouth so I started pumping it with both hands. Chris helped me to find the correct rhythm by rocking his hips back and forth. I knew he was getting close when his tempo picked up and his breathing became more and more ragged. I reached down with my left hand and cradled his balls. They were so soft and I ran them between my fingers. I wanted him to experience some of the pleasure that he gave me, so I pulled his penis out of my mouth just long enough to wet my middle finger. Then I quickly put his penis back in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I ran my fingers between his buns of steel and began to explore the area around his moist dark hole. When I found his rosebud I began plucking it with my fingertip. Chris began pumping harder into my mouth. I tried my hardest not to gag. Not only that, my mouth was getting sore and needed a break, so I began running my lips and tongue up and down the shaft, all the while pumping it with my right hand. Chris lifted his bottom off of the bed and began moaning loudly. I could feel his semen landing on my back and shoulder. I wanted to see him cum and as I brought my face closer to the tip, he shot a large load onto the side of my face. I put the tip back into my mouth and felt him shoot the last of his load onto my tongue. He must have been sensitive because he reached down and pulled it out of my mouth. Before I turned around to face him, I kissed his shaft.

Chris was still breathing heavy and I planted a kiss on his lips. I could smell my musky scent on his face but it didn’t bother me. I needed to kiss him. We laid there cheek to cheek, holding each other as we recovered from our lovemaking.

"Sammy?"

"Yes?"

"Is there something wet on the side of my face?"

"Aha."

"Is it what I think it is?"

"Yeah, you came like a racehorse. You must have been storing that up for months!"

"We better find something to wipe that off with."

"Okay." Laughing, I brought my face down and smeared it on his chest. Chris started laughing as I did this. Then I began to tickle him with little kisses on his chest and belly. He wrapped his arms around me.

Laughing, he said, "I think I found some more." As he smeared it all over my back like hand lotion.

"Can you smell that? Your cum smells like freshly cut green grass."

"Come here, let me smell."

He sniffed the side of my face and said, "You’re right, it does."

I sat and slowly rocked on his groin and enjoyed the sensation his penis was giving me. Chris grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. Kneeling between my legs, his soft penis dragged across mine and would sometimes slip between the cheeks of my butt. "Oh, Sammy, you drive me wild. I can’t get enough of you."

I was getting cold and so I wrapped my legs around his waist to get him to lie on top of me. "I’m getting cold."

I kept my legs hiked up and enjoyed the feeling of his penis against my rosebud.

He pulled the covers over us and stayed in our position. Each of us sighed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Words cannot describe exactly what I was feeling. Chris has somehow filled a void in my heart that I never knew existed. He’s like food for my soul and now every ounce of my being hungers for him. His presence somehow gives me a sense of euphoria and a feeling of contentment. How can this be? Did he cast some type of spell over me? Is he feeling the same about me? If he does, that would explain why he seems almost insistent that I look into his eyes…looking for reassurance or is he asking me a question? All I know for sure is that I can’t resist him and why would I want to, he makes me feel wonderful! The silence was deafening and so I said, "Chris, I didn’t know that I could feel this good. I’m not just talking about the sex, but the way I feel just being close to you…talking to you. You’ve taken me totally by surprise. Describing how I feel about you just wouldn’t do it justice. All I can say right now is that I’m totally hooked on you."

"Yes, it’s like I want to somehow get closer to you…to be one with you. Only then would I truly be happy."

"You mean physically one?"

"Not just physically but also mind and spirit. When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful humanoid I’d ever seen. I wanted to get to know you. Not to be friends with you but to find out how big of a jerk you are…only then could I get you out of my mind. I was totally caught off guard to find out that you are not only physically beautiful but you are also the sweetest person I’ve ever met."

I couldn’t help but smile at him.

With a serious look on his face he went on to say, "I’m not kidding, Sammy! I’m scared because I’ve become totally infatuated with you! I can’t get enough of you, Sammy! I think about you each and every second of the day. You’re even in my dreams. You’re like a great mystery novel that I can’t put down…a mystery novel in which I have an insatiable desire to keep turning the page and you know what, Sammy?"

"No, what?"

"I don’t want it to ever end."

I didn’t even attempt to top what he just said. All I wanted to do was to get closer to my lover and make him happy. I could feel his penis getting hard again and putting more pressure on my rectum. He was squirming around on top of me and was looking uncomfortable. I rolled him onto his back and could see immediately a look of relief. I could feel his long dick run up between my cheeks with the head resting on my sacral area. It felt good to have my hard cock nestled between his belly and myself but I felt too exhausted to start any more sex play. Chris looked sleepy eyed and so I just stayed on top of him and snuggled my face into his chest. Chris wrapped his arms around me and, feeling content, drifted off to sleep.

My slumber was interrupted by the obnoxious sound of my alarm clock going off. We were still in the same position in which we fell asleep. Reluctantly I got off of him and turned the alarm clock off. I sat at the side of the bed and gently shook him to wake up. "Chris, it’s time to get up."

Moaning he said, "Already?"

"Come on, babe, let’s get this day rolling before it becomes too warm to work."

"Okay, boss!" I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. We both stood by the commode to urinate. Chris was still sleepy eyed and was rocking back and forth so I reached over and rested my hand on his butt to steady him. I reached over with my other hand and held on to his hose as the urine escaped him.

Chris smiled, "Don’t start something you can’t finish."

"Who says I can’t?" When the water was warm enough we got into the shower. I ran a bar of soap up and down his back and in between his cheeks. Chris moaned when I ran the soap over his rectum. Then I ran the washcloth over his skin and rinsed all of the soap off. I kissed his ass and turned him so that he was facing me. His cock was rock hard and bobbed up and down. I washed him just as I did his back, running my hands over his muscular chest and belly. Then I paid special attention to his cock and balls. I pulled back his foreskin and thoroughly cleaned him. After rinsing the soap off I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. I grabbed his cock with both hands and began to jack him off as I ran my tongue over the head and in between his foreskin. He was pistoning his hips and in no time at all he was cumming. I had difficulty swallowing his jiz and some of it oozed down my chin. I could tell that his penis must have been super sensitive because he

pulled away from me. I was very horny and needed to get off and said, "Chris, turn around I want to look at your butt."

He did as I asked so I could get a good look at his smooth ass. I ran my hands over his cheeks and used my thumbs to take a peek at his rosebud. It was very pink with red pubic hair around it. Chris started moaning as I started kissing his butt as ran my fingers across his rectum. Getting more and more excited I began to jack off. As I got closer and closer I put my nose between his cheeks. To my surprise it wasn’t unpleasant at all. It smelled like Chris mixed in with Lever soap. I kept my hand between his legs so that I use my thumb to pluck his rosebud while my fingers toyed with his balls. I felt Chris shudder as he came for the second time. I immediately shot a huge load onto his leg and shoved my nose deeper in between his cheeks. Chris’s legs buckled and had to help catch him before he fell. I hugged his legs and laid my face on his butt as I recovered. Chris turned around and pulled me to my feet. He was smiling at me and gave a passionate kiss. As we kissed we smeared his boy juice on our faces. When we quit kissing I laughed and licked his chin clean. "Oh god, that was great, Sammy!"

Looking seriously into his eyes I said, "I believe that I’ve found a new obsession."

"Oh yeah? What’s that?"

"You! I can’t get enough of you!"

Chris hugged me tighter, "I know what you mean but I don’t want it to be the only thing that we enjoy doing together. I enjoy playing with you."

"Mmm, I like playing with you too," as I grabbed his butt.

"Not that, silly! I enjoy your company too, you know, hiking, fishing…"

"I know! I’m just being silly! I enjoy your friendship too. The sex games are fun but what I enjoy the most about you is your mind. Your personality makes you even more attractive…if that’s possible."

Chris leaned forward and kissed me. "Do you think we should get going?"

"If you insist?"

"Hey, you tell me! You’re the boss!"

"Come on, let’s go, lover boy!"

When we got to the clubhouse Gramps met us at the door. "Good mornin’, boys!"

"Good morning, Gramps!"

"Boys, I need ya to mow the cherry orchards today. I’m going to start picking tomorrow.. There’s some folks that don’t like to pick ‘em, so when you’re finished mowing harvest some cherries and put them in the cooler."

"Come on, Chris."

We walked to the orchard where there were two Allis-Chalmers parked along the fencerow. I showed him how to run the tractor and mower by riding along with him. In no time at all he had the hang of it. "I’ll have you keep going down this end and we’ll meet somewhere in the middle."

I had him stop the tractor and looked around to see if anyone was watching and gave him a peck on the cheek. "See ya later, stud!"

"Okay, Sammy." It makes me melt when he calls me that.

When we met up in the middle of the orchard we were both soaked with perspiration. "Let’s go get something to drink."

We parked the tractors and went into the clubhouse. "There you are. I was wondering when you’d get in. Here’s chicken salad sandwiches and a fresh fruit plate."

"Thanks. Gram."

"Thanks, Mrs. Johnson."

"You two are looking mighty warm! You boys drinking plenty of water?"

"Yes, Gram."

"You boys should put some sunscreen on, you’re looking a little red."

"Yes, Gram. How’s Dad doing?"

"His tee time isn’t until 1pm so you haven’t missed anything."

"Let’s go pick some cherries and then watch Dad play."

We walked back out to the orchard with a cooler and found a tree that looked good. Then we climbed the ladders and started picking. There was a nice breeze to keep us cool and to keep the bugs away. As we continued picking we would throw one or two in our mouths and enjoy their juicy tart flavor. I moved my ladder closer to his so we could talk without yelling. The tree limbs were hanging low because abundance of fruit dangling from them. I placed one in my mouth and stopped picking. I just stared at Chris, waiting for him to notice. He seemed engrossed with picking that he seemed oblivious to everything going on around him. When he quit for a moment to wipe his forehead he looked over at me. I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him. When we kissed I transferred a cherry from my mouth to his. Laughing, I said, "I just gave you my cherry."

"Mmm, and it tastes so good!"

"Chris, do you ever think about having a family of your own someday?"

Chris’s expression changed, "Sometimes but it will never happen. I could never be in a relationship with a woman. I tried it a year ago and it disgusted me. I liked her as a friend and that was it. Unfortunately she became attached to me and got very hurt when I broke up with her. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t do it be intimate with her."

Seeing his reaction, I wished I hadn’t brought it up. I thought he was going to cry because his bottom lip quivered a little as he spoke. "You know, when I see my friends or some cute guy who is totally enamoured with his girlfriend I feel envious and want to curse God for making me this way. I want to feel that way about girls, to be able to outwardly show my affection for the one I love and to have everyone around me approve of it and think it’s cute."

"Cute?"

Aha, when I’m around my parents’ friends and they see their child with a boy or girl friend they’ll make comments like, isn’t that cute? I think it reminds them of their youth."

"Oh, I see what you mean. So it all boils down to their approval but since our love is forbidden and knowing that they may never approve of our love, you don’t feel good about our relationship?"

Chris stopped picking cherries and looked seriously into my eyes, "No, Sammy! I do feel good about our relationship! I just wished my parents would approve because…"

Chris got choked up and I said, "Because you love them?"

Chris shook his head in agreement, "Dad and I were the best of buds and that all seemed to come to an abrupt halt when I told him I was gay. Since then he ignores me. We don’t talk anymore except when he needs me to do something. It’s like he’s embarrassed of being around me."

I patted his shoulder and said, "We’ve picked enough cherries. Let’s call it a day."

As we walked back to the clubhouse Chris stopped, smiled, and said, "What did you say that my parents will never approve of?"

I stopped and thought about it and said, "Our love?"

Chris looked into my eyes, "Do you love me, Sam?"

"I guess I really don’t know what love is. All I know for certain is that I want to spend every waking moment with you. When we’re apart I feel empty inside. You are my best friend and now you are my lover. Over the past few weeks my circle of concern has broadened to include you. I guess what I’m trying to say is that my wellbeing is no longer my main concern but rather, it is yours. Your happiness is my happiness."

Chris hugged me and said, "Thanks, Sammy. I love you too."

I heard my name being called in the distance. It was Gramps. A gentleman about the same age was standing next to him. I waved to let him know that we heard him. Chris said, "What’s my grandfather doing here?"