Timber Stone

Chapter 8

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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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When I opened my eyes I was happy to see my lover lying next to me. He was still sound asleep with his mouth partially open and breathing through his mouth. He was naked from the waste up and all I could do is lay there and admire his beauty. I ran my right hand up and down his chest and abdomen savoring his soft pale skin. I had my morning wood and with my right thigh over his hips, ground my groin into him. It wasn’t until I attempted to straighten my right leg that I noticed that he also had a hard-on that was hanging over my thigh. I needed to straighten my leg out but I didn’t want to injure him, so I reached down and gripped his cock to lift it off of my leg. He made a little moan when I squeezed it, so I left my hand wrapped around it and continued to worship his body. I could really get used to waking up with him in the morning! God really out did himself when he created Chris and I thank him for whatever time he’s allotted me to spend with this precious jewel!

I looked at my watch and as I expected my internal clock was correct. It’s 4:30am. Time to rise and shine. I decided to allow my lover to sleep in while I took a quick swim to freshen up and clean up camp. The sun wasn’t quite above the horizon but was bright enough for me to see some deer along the lakeshore and a flock of wild turkeys with their chicks. I packed our clothes and gathered our things to prepare for our trek back to Timber Stone. When I was finished packing I sat down next to him. All I could do was to gaze upon him and smile. I leaned down and kissed his partially open mouth. I kept my eyes open when I kissed him because I wanted to gauge his reaction. He slowly opened his sleepy blue eyes and started kissing me back. I couldn’t help but smile as our eyes locked. "Mmm, what a way to be woken up in the morning."

He turned his face from me, "Morning breath. I don’t want to breath on you."

Grabbing his chin I turned his face and gave him another kiss. "Time to get up babe. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us."

"Can’t we just stay here? I want to be alone with you."

"Maybe another day. Besides there are some other things out here that I want to show you."

"Cool!"

Chris stood up and still had a bone. It was practically dangling in my face so I leaned over and kissed it. Chris kind of pranced around, "I can’t have you do that. I have to pee! Besides, I stink!"

I couldn’t resist slapping his butt as he pranced away. I love the way you stink, Lover boy!"

Having everything packed and ready to go I sat on the porch combing my long hair as I watched Chris get cleaned up and brush his teeth. Ever so often he’d look up and see me staring and then flash his pearly whites at me.

As we made our way back to Timber Stone, Chris was quiet again. "Hey Chris tell me about football and basketball."

"What do you want to know?"

"What positions do you play?"

"Okay, well, in football I’m a receiver. I’ve done a little bit of quarter backing but I’m not very good at it."

"You guys did pretty good last season."

"Yes, we came in second in our division. We should have been division champs but we had too many injuries coming into the game. Have you gone to any of the games?"

I felt sort of embarrassed and said, "Sorry, no. I don’t like going to things like that alone."

"You’ll come watch me play, right?"

"You bet I will!"

"And do you think that you could give me a good rub down after practice and games?"

"Mmm, that sounds like fun! What about basketball?"

"I play guard and just love making three pointers."

"I can’t wait to watch you play!"

"Good because during the school season I am extremely busy. I barely have time to socialize. I’ve been thinking that I won’t play basketball this season so we can spend more time together."

I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and said, "No way baby face. I don’t want you to do that. We’ll find a way to spend time together while you do those things. I can chauffeur you around in my Vet…we can do our homework together. I don’t want you to stop doing any of the things that you enjoy."

"Good, because I was worried that you may feel ignored or left out if I stop playing sports?"

Laughing, "No silly. Remember, your happiness is my happiness."

"How could I forget. Come here. I want to kiss you!"

I walked up to him. Wrapping my arms around him, I gave him a passionate kiss.

When he broke our kiss he said, "You know in the beginning of August I start football camp. I’m going to expect some rubdowns after practice?"

"Mmm, I can’t wait!"

Just as we neared the end of the path we let go of each other’s hands and walked towards the clubhouse. "Chris, you can mow the fairways and I’ll do the greens."

We finished mowing around 9:00am and went in for some breakfast. "Good morning boys."

"Mornin Gram!"

"You boys want some breakfast?"

"Yeah we’re starving!"

"Good because I have fixings for southwester omelets. Chris, do you like green salsa?"

"I’m not sure?"

"It’s Grams special omelet but the green chilies will bring sweat to you forehead."

"I’ll try a little green salsa."

"Coming right up!"

I watched as Chris took a bite of his omelet and said, "Mmm, spicy!"

As the hot green chilies started to warm up his mouth his face began to turn red, I couldn’t help but laugh. Chris said, "Water…need water!"

"Here, drink some milk. It’s better at neutralizing the acid."

"Wow! That’s hot!"

Chris shoved his plate forward. "Here, I’ll eat yours. Gram, make his without the chilies please."

"Okay Sammy."

He shook his head at me as he watched me devour the omelet. "How can you eat that?"

I winked at him and said, "Mmm, I love hot stuff…especially the red banana peppers!"

Chris glanced over at Gram to see if she was listening. Gram said, "The banana peppers should be in season in a few weeks. I’ll have to make sure I buy some for you Sammy."

"I can hardly wait to taste him..em."

Chris looked like he was dying of embarrassment but I was certain that Gram didn’t pick up on it because she seemed so focused on cleaning up the kitchen. "Gotta go Gram! We’re going to see if Gramps needs any help in the orchards."

"See ya later boys."

"Don’t we have to weed the flower beds?"

"No, once the flowers get established they pretty much smother out the weeds. We only need to do that once a week now. Let’s go see how Gramps is doing."

We got on the four wheel ATV. Chris got on behind me and hung on. There were too many people around for us to mess around so we just high tailed it down to the orchards. There were people everywhere. There were children, parents and grandparents picking cherries. Cherrie picking is fun because it’s like a big family affair and everyone seems to have fun picking and eating cherries. I told Gramps that he should weigh people before they start picking and then weigh them as they leave to determine how many cherries they ate. He just says, nah, I’ll just hike up the price. If we’re going to get people to come out, it has got to be fun or they won’t bother driving out here. We hopped off of the ATV. "There you boys are."

"How can we help you Gramps."

"Well, you two can start by help by finding these folks some buckets and then work the cash register for me."

"Okay Gramps."

"Chris do you mind working the cash register? I hate doing that."

"Heck no, I don’t mind at all."

"The scale is zeroed with an empty bucket and charge them $2 a pound."

I helped people find trees to pick. If they had little kids I made sure that they placed them with trees that had low hanging fruit. It was 7pm and Gramps said, "It’s time to close her down."

Our white T-shirts were stained with cherry juice. As we drove to the clubhouse there were tons of people outside under the tent drinking and laughing. It was surprising to see that many people show up for my Dad’s celebration party. I caught a glimpse of Dad under the tent surrounded by a large number of guys. My heart dropped when I noticed that one of the guys was Mr. Carlson. "Come Chris, let’s go get cleaned up at the house."

"Don’t you want to find your Dad to congratulate him?"

"I’ll do it when we get back. Hang on!" Chris wrapped his arms around me tightly to keep from falling off of the ATV.

When I got to the house I felt like I was having an anxiety attack. My heart felt like it was racing and my palms were sweaty. I walked into my bedroom and started undressing. Chris must have noticed because he stopped in my doorway and said, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah why?"

"You look like something’s bothering you. Did I do something to piss you off?"

"No! Absolutely not! It’s just that I’ve got this uneasy feeling again."

"Why?"

"Umm, well, I saw your Dad talking to mine."

As Chris started to leave he said, "That son of bitch! I’m going to talk to him!"

I ran to him and grabbed his arm. "No you’re not. I don’t want you to give your Dad any ammunition that may help him to convince my father that you are mentally unstable. I want you to stay calm and cool. Can you do that?"

"For you Sammy, I’ll do that."

"Don’t do it for me, do it for us."

I gave him a kiss, "Now go take a shower and get cleaned up."

"Okay Sammy."

I watched him walk to the bathroom. Oh boy, he can be hot headed. I hope he doesn’t lose his temper tonight.

After showering I put on black cargo pants and a white Polo. After combing my hair I went into Chris’ bedroom to see if he finished dressing. I found him sitting on the bed dressed in only his white underwear and socks. He appeared to be deep in thought rubbing his temples. Sitting down next him, I put my arm around him and rubbed his shoulder. I kissed his cheek and said, "Chris, things will work out. My Dad has a quick temper but he also gets over things just as fast."

I was trying to get him to relax but at the same time I was trying to believe the bullshit that I was telling him. The truth of the matter is, I’m not sure how Dad is going to react to my sexuality. Chris looked up at me and said, "This is kind of a big deal, don’t you think? Do me a favor Sammy and don’t downplay this. I once over estimated my parent’s wisdom and look what happened."

"Okay, I won’t down play this. Chris you just go on and continue to worry yourself sick over something that’s totally out of our control."

He sat there sort of dumbfounded without saying anything, "Chris, I’m going to tell my Dad and if he can’t handle it…well that’s his problem because I’m going to do what makes me happy and if he truly loves me he will want me to be happy. It’ll be his loss if he chooses to be selfish and worry about what others may think. Besides, I’m going to make certain that there’s no way your father is going to use this information to prevent us from seeing each other."

"You see that’s what’s bugging me Sam. You wouldn’t be telling him if it wasn’t for me or my Dad."

"Look at me Chris. Yes, you did help me to figure out my sexuality, but eventually I would figure it out and tell him anyway. I don’t see telling him now or later will make any difference. The outcome will remain the same and that outcome is really up to Dad. In any case that outcome will not change the fact that I’m happy I met you and wouldn’t change a thing."

Chris leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "I love you Sammy."

"I love you too babe. Now get dressed!"

Whining, "Oh, alright."

I got up to look at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked alright. Chris came up from behind me. Smiling he placed his chin on my shoulder as we looked into the mirror. "You’re cute Sammy"

Then I watched as he looked down and said, "…and that ass! It’s to die for!"

He backed away and squeezed my buns. "Those clothes are like wrapping paper and I can't wait to remover them."

I turned around to face him, "I’m glad you like what you see!"

"Oh, I like…I like it a lot!"

I wrapped my arms around him and placed my forehead on his so we could look into each other’s eyes. We were rudely removed from our Trans when someone began knocking on the door. We went to the door and found Mr. Carlson and Gramps standing on the porch. "Hi!"

"Hi boys. Did you get the envelopes?"

I motioned for them to come in, "Yep. I have them right over here."

I handed them to Gramps. He read the writing on them and handed one to Mr. Carlson. Both men stood there looking reverently at the envelopes. Then Gramps looked up at us and said, "Thanks boys. Let’s go congratulate your father. He’s been wondering where you are."

I swallowed and said, "Okay Gramps."

We began walking down the road to the clubhouse and when I turned around to see if Gramps was following us I found that they were lagging behind talking to each other. I shrugged my shoulders and continued onward. "Do you think that they will let us know what’s in the envelopes."

I looked back at Gramps and said, "Hell if I know."

When we reached the party I heard Dad yell out, "There’s my boy!"

I ran over to him and gave him a hug, "Dad, congratulations!"

Dad gave me a big bear hug and said, "I can’t believe I came in second!"

"That’s the best I’ve seen you play Dad."

Dad let go of me and motioned for Chris to come over. Chris looked at his father and then walked up to my Dad and said, "Congratulations Mr. Johnson. If you keep playing like that I could see you winning a major tournament."

"Thanks Chris. So have you two been staying out of trouble?"

"Trying to Dad."

"How’s the Vet running for you."

"Great Dad."

"I bet the girls are going ape shit over you."

"Um, I was wondering if we could talk about that later."

Laughing loudly with the other guys he said, "Need some advice from the old man?"

I looked over at Mr. Carlson who was glaring at me and then I looked at Dad, "Yeah, sure, well something like that."

"See ya later Dad."

"Okay Sammy."

As we walked away I turned to Chris and said, "I thinks he’s had one too many to drinks. I don’t think I’ll tell him tonight."

"Good idea Sammy."

We sat under the Willow tree next to the 18^th hole and sipped on our sodas. As the night wore on the laughing grew louder as the guys became more inebriated. We both jumped when we heard Gramps come up behind us and say, "There you two are. I want you two boys to sleep over at our house tonight."

I looked at Chris and said, "Okay?"

"I think your Dad is going to have company over at your house tonight. They’re too drunk to drive home and I’ve confiscated their keys."

"Yes Gramps."

Gramps stood there as if waiting for us to come along with him. "You want us to come home now?"

"Aha, it’s getting late. I’m going to bed. We have to get up early."

"Okay Gramps."

Gramps’ home overlooks the 18^th hole. It’s a beautiful brick home with large windows facing the golf course.

"You boys can sleep in this guest room. Mr. Carlson will be sleeping in your father’s bedroom."

"Good night Gramps."

"Good night boys."

I shut the bedroom door and began undressing. Chris came up to me, "Allow me."

I grabbed his hands and said, "We can’t have any sex play here. What if they come in here?"

"Who said anything about sex play. I just want to undress you."

I relaxed my hands and allowed him to lift my Polo over my head. Then he nuzzled his face up to mine and began kissing my neck. His hands wandered all over my body and then stopped at my waste where he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He knelt down behind me and slid my pants off. Then he ran his hands up and down my legs and upper torso. My cock responded by getting rock hard. Then he grabbed my hips and began kissing my cheeks. I turned my head in time to see him place the waste band of my underwear between his teeth and slowly pulled my underwear down. As he did this he ran his nose between my cheeks. When he got the waste band down below my cheeks my underwear got hung up on my bone. I reached down to release it but Chris grabbed my hands and said, "Please, allow me."

Grinning I said, "No sex play, aye?"

Chris looked up at me, "Shh, I’m just undressing you."

He turned me around to face him and as before placed the waste band in his mouth. He lifted the waste band over my cock and slowly pulled them down. As he did this, he ran his face along my cock and balls. I arched my head back and let out a little moan. When my underwear was down below my privates he had me spread my legs far enough apart so that he could place his face between my legs. I watched as he positioned himself so that he could grasp the crotch of my underwear in his mouth and pulled my underwear down to my knees. Looking up at me he said, "You smell so good Sammy. I could just eat you. Are you sure you don’t want to give me some of your cream filling?"

When I didn’t answer and quickly got up to lock the door. He pulled off his shirt and knelt down in front of me and began kissing and licking my belly. He ran his tongue down into my pubic hair and around the base of my cock. Then he went lower and put my balls in his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. My whole groin felt wet from his saliva. Just as I was about to explode, he put my cock into his mouth and as he bobbed up and down, I shot a big load into his mouth. Chris kissed my penis and pulled my underwear back up. He stood to face me and gave me a kiss. I could taste remnants of cum in his mouth. He looked into my eyes and said, "I can sleep now that I’ve had my daily allowance of love juice."

Looking pleadingly into his eyes I whispered, "What about my daily allowance?"

Looking down he grabbed himself and said, "Chris’ love juice is on tap right here. All you have to do is prime it babe."

Licking my lips I said, "Mmm, let me start priming it."

He picked me up and carried me to the bed. Without once breaking eye contact with me he undressed in a provocative, seductive manner as I laid there and watched my stallion’s naked beauty come into full view. He crawled into bed next to me and began kissing and fondling my butt. I pushed him onto his back and encouraged him to lift his legs. Looking very vulnerable I went in for the attack. Grabbing his dick I began sucking on it. When my mouth got fatigued, I began running my mouth up and down his length. I went lower and began licking his scrotum. Carefully I placed each ball into my mouth and savored the texture of soft skin and the way his testicle rolled around in my mouth. After giving each of his balls attention, I ran my tongue down below his scrotum to where his musky boy scent was the strongest. Chris let out a small whimper when ran my tongue close to his crack. I was tempted to go lower but he hadn’t washed since this morning and decided not to. Since he seemed to be enjoying my tongue where it was, I decided to stay where I was and listen to his whimpers. The little sounds that escaped him were driving me wild with passion. My face was wet from saliva as I continued to run my tongue between his little hole and scrotum. As I did this I couldn’t help but look up to see the expression on his face. Chris had his head arched back with his eyes closed with a look of ecstasy on his face. As he approached climax he began rocking his hips back and forth. I grabbed cheeks of his ass and squeezed as I closed my eyes and picked up the tempo of our love dance. Lost in my own passion and with Chris rocking his hips, I accidentally ran my tongue across his rosebud and down into the crack of his ass. Despite having my eyes closed I knew what happened when I felt my lips and nose slide between his cheeks. To my surprise it wasn’t unpleasant at all. It smelled and tasted like Chris which was not at all unpleasant, besides I love the way he smells! I thought Chris was going into convulsions as his body spasmed and his moans grew louder than I would have liked.

Seeing Chris’ response to the attention that I was giving his most private of areas caused me to have a change of heart about this area of the human body. I always thought of it as a nasty icky area, but seeing the pleasure that I was generating helped me to see why Chris was so attracted to my private area. I already know how wonderful it feels to have Chris rimming me but seeing look of ecstasy in my lover’s face was all the pleasure that I would ever need.

I wanted to please my lover by learning more about this region, so I began examining his rosebud with my fingers, all the while paying close attention to his response and watching it pucker as I toyed with it. After staring at it, I began licking in and around his love canal. Chris began jacking himself off as I attacked his backside. I could tell that he was getting very close when he brought his other hand down to shield the top of his penis. A technique I use to keep from making a mess, I quickly ran my tongue up between his legs and over the hand that he was using to grip his penis and put the head of his penis in my mouth. I continued to toy with his rosebud as he jacked off and began squirting his love juice into my mouth. I kept my lips tight around the head so that none of his love juice would leak out as I drank his special brew.

As Chris came down from his sexual high I released his love muscle and went up to kiss his sweet red lips. We laid there holding each other in our euphoric slumber state but just as I was about to drift off to peaceful sleep, nature called. I grumbled to myself and went to the bathroom to take a wiz. After relieving myself, I washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth. I looked into the mirror and said to myself, ‘Maybe I haven’t thought this out enough? You are risking a lot by pursuing this forbidden love with Chris. I have to admit loving another boy goes against what nature intended! What if Dad freaks out the way Chris’ father did? Maybe being young makes me vulnerable and ignorant but right now I think he’s someone I can love and be patient with. How will I feel in a year, 5 years or even 10 years from now? Will I find him attractive then? One thing’s for certain; I am very attracted to him physically and emotionally. What if I feel differently years down the road? There are always options and I feel compelled to peruse this life style with Chris. If I don’t I will never know for certain if this life style will make me happy. My family may not approve, but it’s imperative that I do this for myself and in the process I pray that my lover won’t get hurt.’

I dried my face with a hand towel and looking at the reflection in the mirror, ‘Since I am ultimately responsible for my own happiness and well being I will move forward with or without my family’s support and deal with the consequences as they arise.’

I walked back to the bedroom and found Chris where I left him…nude and lying on top of the sheets. I thought to myself, ‘I fail to see what harm there is in having an emotional tie or showing physical affection for the same sex.’ I shut the door and crawled into bed next to him. Cuddling up next to him I focused on his face. Knowing that he wouldn’t hear me I couldn’t resist saying, "I love you Chris." His face blurred as I drifted off the la la land.

It seemed no sooner had I fallen asleep that I was rudely awaken by someone tapping on my shoulder. "Sammy wake up."

I opened my eyes and found myself still cuddled up next to Chris. I turned to the voice and saw Gramps and Mr. Carlson dressed looking at us. Looking back at Chris who was still lying there naked with his huge morning wood, I quickly tried covering him but he was lying on the covers. "Sammy, don’t bother trying to cover him up. We’ve all seen that before. It’s nothing to be ashamed of."

I quit trying to cover him up and said, "What do you want?"

"Mr. Carlson and I would like you two to go to Mr. Carlson’s home for a while."

I looked down at the bed and shook my head no. "No Gramps, I can’t run away now."

Mr. Carlson said, "You won’t be running away, you’ll just be postponing things."

I looked down at Chris, who was still sleeping soundly, "Gramps, I’m ready to tell Dad everything. I guess I would like to know if you two will support us?"

"Sammy, we will support you two the best we can."

"Good! I’ll appreciate any help you can give us."

Gramps and Mr. Carlson smiled at me. "Spoken like a true Johnson. I will set up a meeting tonight with the six of us. I want you two to go somewhere to relax and be back here tonight at eight o’clock sharp. Is that understood?"

"Okay Gramps."

"One more thing, I want you two to go now before your fathers wake up."

"Okay Gramps."

Gramps looked down at Chris and said, "Now wake up sleeping beauty and get going."

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