Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 11:06:05 -0500
From: MS
Subject: Daddy's Little Boy Ch. 13 Gay/Incest

Daddy's Little Boy
Chapter Thirteen

(This is purely a work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead
is purely coincidental. This story contains sexual encounters between
adults/minors, minors/minors and gay/incest. If this material is illegal in
your area or if this offends you pleased don't read any further. Otherwise
read on and enjoy!)

July 1, 1977

   Thirty-five-year-old David Smith stood in eighteen-year-old Brett
McPherson's hospital room, David's fists were clenched so tightly that his
fingernails were digging small crescent shaped cuts into the palms of his
hands.

   Brett had turned his wheelchair away so his back was turned to David,
"That is what you like isn't it? Little boys I mean? That is why you got
your ass thrown in prison in the first place isn't it?"

   This wasn't going at all they way David had hoped it would, but at the
same time he understood all about anger and guilt. Sitting in his twelve by
twelve prison cell he'd had plenty of time in the past two years to beat
himself up with both. But he had to find a way to make Brett's anger and
guilt work in his favor. Sarah had said that Brett's doctor suspected his
paralysis was some sort of guilt induced psychological manifestation, he
didn't really understand...but anger and guilt, those he knew well.

   "I didn't come here to fight with you Brett," David said taking a step
forward.

   Brett spun his wheelchair around quickly to face David, "No, I know why
you're here!  My dad and my doctor both seem to think that my paralysis is
all in my head!" He raised both of his large fists and brought them down
hard, slamming them into the tops of his thighs. "But I don't feel a
fucking thing below the waist! Now who's crazy?"

   "Brett..." David began but the angry teen cut him off.

   "And I'm sure that my Dad and Dr. Shuemaker think you can reach me
somehow!"  Brett rolled his chair forward until he was looking straight up
into David's face, "They must be pretty desperate to send a fucking child
molester in here! I mean how are you supposed to make me walk again? By
sticking your cock up my ass maybe? I'd be easy prey for you, being in a
wheelchair and all!"

   David made his decision; he hoped it was the right one. He leaned down
and placed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and brought his eyes
even with Brett's, "Well as long as we're throwing rocks here, let's toss a
few at you!" David forcefully shoved the wheelchair backward sending Brett
rolling backward across the room, "Here you are alive and well, you can
walk but you choose not to! I wonder why that is Brett? Could it be because
people will feel sorry for you instead of placing the blame on you were it
belongs? Because let's be honest you and me, we know who's fault it is that
Mason is lying a few doors down in a fucking coma don't we Brett?"

   Brett's scowling face abruptly turned pale and he looked away, "It was
an accident," he mumbled.

   David nodded, "Oh, of course, an accident! Well isn't that fucking rich!
I mean don't that just take the cake? Mason can't even breathe on his own
and you sit here and cry, 'I can't walk!' Can't or won't Brett, which is
it?"

   "Fuck you, I can't walk!" The anger came back and Brett's green eyes
flashed across the room at David, "I don't care what the doctors say, I
know, it's my body!"

   "That's convenient, you play cripple so everyone won't blame you for
ruining my son's life. Well, you little selfish fuck, I'm not buying it!"
David glared back into Brett's scowling face, but he saw pain flicker in
Brett's deep green eyes.

   "I can't walk goddamn you!" Brett shouted. "If I could, don't you think
I would?"

   David switched the conversation abruptly, "Sarah tells me you haven't
been to see Mason once since you've been here. More than a week and you
can't roll your sorry ass three doors down to see my kid?"

   Brett blushed and looked away, "I've been sick too!"

   David nodded, "Oh, I forgot you're crippled. Well Mason can't walk, or
see..."

   Tears welled in Brett's eyes, "Stop it!"

   "...or breathe, or eat..." David went on cruelly.

   Brett's bottom lip quivered and the tears spilled down his cheeks, "Stop
it!" but this time it was little more than a whisper. "If I could take his
place I would."

   "Now that's a brave thing to say Brett, damned near heroic!" David
stepped closer and thrust his face in front of Brett, "especially when we
both know you can't take his place.  And let's be honest, Mason doesn't
have any choice at all now does he?"

   "Why are you doing this to me?" Brett choked out the words as he began
to cry in earnest.

   "Aw, look I've made the big boy cry!" David mocked making a cruel mimic
of Brett crying. "Sorry, but you won't find any sympathy here."

   Brett covered his face and his shoulders shook with the violence of his
tears. "Please, go," he gulped between sobs.

  "I will in a minute," David said leaning against the wall, "but there's
one other thing I'd like to know."

   "What?" Brett asked through his cupped hands still trying to hide his
tear-streaked face.

   "Did you like fucking my son?"

   Brett took one last hitching breath and almost like a faucet being
turned off, his tears stopped flowing as anger flared back to
life. Lowering his hands he looked across the room at David leaning
casually against the wall. "What did you just say?"

   "Apparently your legs aren't the only things that don't work," David
cupped his hands around his mouth and called out, loudly pronouncing each
word slowly, "Did-you-like- fucking-my-son?"

   Angrily wiping the tears from his face Brett's lip curled in a near
snarl, "Get out!"

   "I don't know about you, but I loved the way his tight little ass felt
sliding up and down the shaft of my cock." David said lowering his eyelids
in mock pleasure and slowly rotating his hips. "He sure knew how to take a
dick up the ass didn't he?"

   "I said get out!" Brett ground the words out between his clenched teeth.

   "And the way he sucked cock!" David rolled his eyes and moaned, "He had
a damned hot mouth," he began to rub the bulge of his crotch, "and I loved
the way he could deep throat the whole damned thing. Did he ever do that to
you?"

   Biting the inside of his cheek Brett's dark green eyes flashed like a
stormy sea, "If you don't shut your filthy mouth I'll shut it for you, you
sick fuck!"

   David raised his eyebrows as if shocked, "What? You think Mason was some
kind of virgin? You don't think somebody who could ride and suck a cock
like Mason was a virgin do you?" He smiled slyly, "I ought to know I taught
him everything he knows. So tell me, did he have a good teacher or not?"

   Brett was gripping both armrests with a vice-like grip, his head was
lowered and he glared at David through eyes narrowed to mere slits. The
tendons in his neck and arms drew taut and hard like cables straining
against his flesh as he slowly pushed himself up using his arms. "Get the
fuck out!"

   "Did you ever notice that little freckle he has just underneath his
balls? It drove him crazy when I sucked on his nuts."

   Every muscle and tendon in Brett's body was taut and vibrating, beaded
sweat broke out over his entire body with the effort of coming to his
feet. He wanted to wrap his hands around David's throat and choke him,
choke off his voice, stop the flow of filth about Mason coming from his
lips. Trembling he let go of the armrests and took one shaky step in
David's direction. Without realizing what he was doing he took another and
another, one slow shuffling step after another.

   David quickly looked away toward the wall as the tears he'd been holding
back finally overflowed. Swallowing hard he turned back to look at Brett,
his voice was strained with emotion, "Well, look who's walking."

   Filled with rage Brett didn't pay any attention to David's words and
took another jerky step toward him. Then it dawned on him; the rage was
swept away by pure shock and disbelief, followed by another wave of emotion
that could only be described as joy. Brett looked up to David with eyes
wide with excitement, "I'm walking!"

   "So you are." David said taking a few steps forward closing the gap
between them.  "Still feel like killing me?"

   Brett looked up into David's tearful eyes, "This whole thing was an act
wasn't it? You were trying to get me pissed!"

   "I'm sorry I had to say all those terrible things, it was a gamble but,"
David swallowed hard to keep the tears at bay, "but you see my little boy
needs you right now. In fact I think he needs you more than he's ever
needed me." David opened his arms wide for a hug, "Forgive me?"

   Brett fell into David's arms and they both dissolved into tears, hugging
one another, rocking slowly back and forth as they cried out their fears,
sorrows and pain.

   As David hugged Brett he felt something hard pressing against his chest
and he looked down at Brett, "What is that?"

   Brett smiled, "That's my back brace, it wraps around my chest, down my
sides all the way to my pubic bone, all the straps and latches are on the
right side. I hate the damned thing, it makes me feel like I'm in a
birdcage."

   David smiled and pulled Brett back into a hug, "You've got to help me
Brett," he breathed into Brett's dark brown hair, "you've got to help me
bring my little boy back."

   "Let's go," Brett said gently breaking their hug, sniffing and wiping at
his eyes, "I want to see him."

   David looked concerned, "You just started walking, don't try and over do
it."

   Brett locked eyes with David, "If I had to walk through hell and back to
get to Mason I would!"

   Looking into the depths of Brett's green eyes David nodded slowly, "I
know you would."  He bent and quickly kissed Brett's cheek, "Let me get the
nurse, she can push your chair behind you while we walk."

   Over the next two weeks Brett had his leg brace removed and was released
from the hospital, though he would have to wear the back brace for several
more months. But every day he came limping down the hallway of the
Intensive Care Unit with a bouquet of flowers he'd picked from his Mother's
garden in one hand and a small envelope in the other, heading straight for
Mason's room.

   Brett had taken up the habit of writing Mason a letter at the end of
each day and leaving it for him in the nightstand drawer, for the day when
Mason would wake up and could read them on his own. They were lighthearted
letters written with love, full of Brett's hopes, dreams, and plans for he
and Mason's future together.

   At the beginning of the third week Mason began to respond to light and
noise, by mid- week Dr. Shuemaker ordered him taken off life support. Day
after day Mason seemed better than the day before and for Brett, David and
Sarah it was like watching a rosebud slowly blooming, a petal at a time, a
day at a time Mason returned.

   After a full month and a half Dr. Shuemaker finally gave Mason a clean
bill of health and released him from the hospital. As David drove them home
with Sarah sitting beside him and Mason in the back, Mason felt as if the
hands of time had been turned back, as if everything up until now had been
a nightmare and now the real story could begin.

   But of course time stops for no one, and the shadow of reality fell over
the Smith house a few days later. Sitting at his desk in his room Mason was
making his way through the stack of letters Brett had written to him while
he'd been in the coma. David knocked at the half open door. Mason called
out, "Come in."

  David stepped into the room and looked down over Mason's shoulders at the
pile of letters, "Almost finished?"

   Mason smiled, "I still have a couple of hours of reading left, he wrote
a letter for every single day I was in the coma."

   David hesitated for a second then went on, "We need to talk but I'd
rather do it away from the house. Your Mom is gone right now but I don't
want her interrupting what I want to say to you."

   Mason nodded and put Brett's letters into his desk drawer. He had a
sinking feeling in his stomach that he wasn't going to like what his Dad
was going to say. Standing up he looked at his Dad, "I'm ready when you
are."

   David opened and held the door for Mason, "We'll take the truck and
drive out to the lake somewhere, if that's okay with you?"

   "Fine," Mason said but he didn't feel fine at all and by the sad look on
his Dad's face he didn't feel 'fine' either.

   David drove them to a secluded area at the Land Between the Lakes park
finally coming to a stop at a place overlooking the water. He sat for long
moments staring at the water flashing in the mid August sun.

   "So what did you want to tell me?" Mason asked with a worried look.

   David turned in the seat to face his son, "You know I can't stay at the
house forever.  The only reason your Mother let me stay there at all was
because you were in such bad shape."

   "You're leaving aren't you?" Mason said quietly feeling his throat
tighten with emotion.

   "I have to son, there are too many people here who will never let me
live down the past." David paused and reached out to stroke Mason's bare
arm, "I've found a construction job in Atlanta, I'll be leaving day after
tomorrow."

   Mason felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his heart, "I don't want you to
go! You've been gone for two years and now that you're back you're leaving
all over again!"  Fighting back tears he jerked the door handle up jumped
from the truck and ran toward the water.

   "Mason wait!" David said jumping out after him but Mason had already
disappeared over a small rise. Jogging through the tall grass he quickly
came to the top of the rise and saw Mason sitting on the pebble beach below
with his knees pulled up to his chin rocking back and forth slowly. As he
walked closer he could see Mason's shoulders shaking with silent sobs and
his heart twisted painfully in his chest.

   Mason heard his Father's footsteps crunching on the gravel behind him,
"Are you leaving because of me and Brett?" he choked the words out between
sobs.

   David knelt next to Mason on the beach, "I'm leaving because it's the
best thing for everyone. Don't you see if I stay here you'll never let
yourself love Brett fully and he deserves all of your love, not just half."

   Shaking his head Mason spoke without looking up, "Why can't I love both
of you?"

   David smiled sadly, "Because if you tried to love both Brett and me,
both of us would feel cheated by the other," he shook his head, "You
deserve to be loved by someone who knows you love them, and only them."

   Mason looked over at his Father, his eyes pleading, "But I love you
both!"

   David pulled his son close, wrapping his arms around the boy's slight
shoulders, "I know you do, but you and Brett deserve a chance." He placed a
crooked finger under Mason's chin and lifted the boy's face until their
eyes met, "What we had was something very special, but it couldn't last
forever. Brett worships you Mason, he deserves a chance to give you
forever."

   Mason realized what his Father was saying was true but it still felt
like his heart was being torn in two. "But I'll miss you so much,"

   "Oh baby," David sighed stroking Mason's thick, blond hair, "Don't you
know that we'll never be truly apart? You're as much a part of me as I am
of you. And no matter how many miles or years come between us you'll always
be Daddy's little boy even if you live to be one hundred and five."

   Mason turned and wrapped his arms around his Dad's waist, "I love you so
much!"  Then he stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head and let it
fall to the ground, and then he removed his shoes and socks.

   David looked up at Mason standing on the beach in a pair of faded cutoff
shorts, his long blond hair blowing in the wind, his smooth chest and
stomach pale from spending so much time in the hospital. "What are you
doing?"

   Locking his eyes with those of his Father Mason unfastened then unzipped
his shorts and as they fell to his feet he said, "I want you to make love
to me one last time."

   Rising to his feet David pulled his naked son to him in a quick hug then
bent down and let his lips gently brush across Mason's full mouth.

   As they kissed Mason moved his hands to the buttons of his Father's
short-sleeved shirt and began to undo them one by one until it fell
completely open exposing his Dad's hairy, muscular, torso. Then slipping
his hands between flesh and fabric he pushed the shirt down and off.

   Facing his son David whispered, "You are so beautiful,"

   "So are you," Mason answered as he reached out and undid the fasten of
his Father's jeans. He stepped closer as he gripped the tab of the zipper
and pulled it down slowly over the firm bulge of his Dad's crotch. Then he
slipped his hands into the open "V" of the fly and pushed his Father's
jeans down.

   David sighed as Mason pushed his jeans further downward until his half
erect cock sprang free and brushed against the skin of Mason's
forearm. Kicking off his shoes he stepped out of his jeans and stood naked
before his son. A chill of pleasure ran through him as Mason reached out
and traced a forefinger slowly down the center of his chest, his stomach,
down through the tangle of his pubic bush until his son's fingertip trailed
lightly down the center of his cockshaft.

   Mason smiled when his Dad's cock twitched under his finger then he
turned and sprinted into the water leaving his Father half hard and naked
on the beach.

   "You little tease!" David growled and ran into the water after
Mason. Diving beneath the surface he swam underwater for a distance and
surfaced a few feet away from Mason.  Pulling the boy to him their lips
came together as their naked bodies slid together beneath the water.

   As the kiss grew more passionate Mason could feel his Dad's huge cock
pressing against his stomach as his own stiff rod pressed into the firm
flesh of his Dad's hip. He moaned into his Father's mouth as he felt his
Dad's hands moving down the small of his back until they cupped his ass and
spread his cheeks apart. His breathing grew faster and shallower as his
Dad's thick fingers began to brush against his tightly puckered hole.

   David pulled Mason tighter crushing their bodies together as he rammed
his tongue deeper into Mason's mouth while shoving the tip of his
forefinger into his son's ass.

   Just as Mason relaxed his ass enough to allow his Dad's finger to push
past his sphincter causing his cock to swell even harder he heard the angry
buzz of an approaching motorboat.

   "Damn!" David swore as he regretfully pulled away from Mason's hot body.

   Mason turned in the direction of the approaching boat and to his
disbelief the man piloting the boat eased the boat to a stop only a few
yards away.

   "Hello!" an older gentleman called from the blue and white fishing boat.

   Mason and David both waved back then looked at each other in
frustration.

   "Maybe he'll leave," David said quietly.

   "And maybe not," Mason said nodding toward the boat where the man was
pulling out a fishing rod.

   "Might as well make a break for it while he's busy." David said turning
toward shore.

   As the man in the boat fumbled with his fishing tackle David and Mason
waded to shore and scooped up their clothes from the beach. Completely
naked the two ran through the tall grass laughing all the way to the truck.

   "Well, I guess that blew that out of the water," Mason said gasping for
breath between giggles.

   David tossed their clothes through the open driver's window and reached
behind the seat, "Not so fast!"

   Mason watched as his Dad pulled a rolled sleeping bag from behind the
truck's seat before walking to the rear of the truck and letting the
tailgate down.

   Jumping up into the bed of the truck David quickly unrolled the sleeping
bag spreading it out over the metal of the truck bed. "Ta Da!"

   Smiling Mason clambered into the back of the truck with his naked
Father. "You came prepared."

   "Used to be a Boy Scout," David said guiding Mason to the front of the
bed, "Stand right there," he said positioning Mason so that he was leaning
slightly forward against the rear of the truck's cab with his legs spread
wide.

   Looking over his shoulder Mason watched as his Father knelt behind
him. He felt a hot tingle of excitement as his Dad's hands spread his ass
cheeks apart and pressed his tongue deep into the cleft.

   David ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Mason's low
hanging balls then down the space between the boy's ball sac and his ass
pucker.

   Mason leaned against the top of the truck's cab and moaned as his Dad's
slippery tongue began to poke and prod around the sensitive tissue of his
butthole before forcing it's way it in.

   Stiffening his tongue David shoved it deeper and deeper into the soft
tissue of Mason's ass letting his saliva coat the boy's hot
hole. Alternating between lapping his son's puckered hole and driving his
tongue all the way into it until he had Mason's butthole dripping with
slick spit. Standing up he gripped the base of his veiny ten-inch prong and
placed the head against the slippery entrance to Mason's ass. He'd been
waiting for just the moment for over two years!

   Mason could feel the bloated head of his Dad's dick pressing lightly
against his wet, dripping hole and moaned, "Give it to me!"

   David watched as he slowly pressed his hips forward and the blunt knob
of his cock wrinkled as it encountered the barrier of Mason's tight
sphincter. Placing his feet wider apart he increased the pressure until
little by little he could feel Mason's hole slowly opening up and giving
away to his thick cock.

   "Ummmmm!" Mason moaned as he laid his forehead against his folded arms
trying to relax his ass muscles as his Dad's fat cockhead pressed deeper
and deeper. When the bullet shaped crown finally pushed inside completely
he let out another cry of pleasure mixed with pain.

   The hot sun overhead had already dried the lake water from their bodies
but now sweat began to form on their exposed flesh. Gripping Mason's narrow
hips David leaned forward and breathed into Mason's ear, "Hold on, I'm
gonna leave you something to remember me by!"

   Before Mason could reply his Father thrust his hips forward, punching
the full ten inch length of his thick cock all the way inside his ass and
he fell forward gripping the sides of the truck roof as his vision seemed
to go in and out of focus. "Aaaaahhh!"

   "I've waited so long for this!" David gritted between his teeth as he
pulled his cock completely free of Mason's ass and then slammed it back in
with such force his hips smacked against Mason's asscheeks and his balls
slapped against the back of Mason's nut sac.

   Still half dazed Mason barely had time to catch his breath before his
Dad began to hammer his thick cock up into his ass, pounding his ten inch
prong into him again and again. All he could do was hold onto the roof of
the truck and moan as his Dad violently fucked him up the ass, grunting in
time with David's thrusts, "Uhhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"

   David's chest hair was matted with sweat, his forearms and biceps bulged
and flexed as he continued to pile drive his cock in and out of Mason's hot
gripping hole. Through clenched teeth he growled, "I'm getting' close!"

   Mason tossed his head and pushed his ass back to meet his Dad's brutally
thrusting cock. His own dick had oozed slick, clear precum all over the
truck's rear window, "Give it to me!" he panted as he humped his own cock
against the slippery rear window glass.  "Fuck me Dad!"

   "Aw, fuck!" David shouted as he plunged the full length of his cock
completely inside Mason's clutching ass. Buried to the balls he felt his
cock swell and begin to jerk as he spewed his hot slippery load deep into
his son's ass.

   As his Dad's hard cock throbbed and pulsed thick, hot, cum up his ass,
Mason felt his own cock stiffen and that familiar tingle in his balls told
him he was going to cum. He let out a long drawn out moan as his
mushroom-headed cock sprayed out thick jets of white spooge across the rear
window.

   Panting and gasping for air David held his cock deep inside Mason until
the last tremor of his climax passed then he quickly pulled out and
gripping his son around the waist he lifted the boy in his arms and lay him
down on his back in the bed of the truck.

   Mason was still cumming when his Dad picked him up and lay him back down
on the sleeping bag. A jet of hot cum streamed across his stomach as his
Dad gripped both of his ankles and lifted his legs to the top of his
muscular shoulders. And just as the last of the cum drooled from the head
of Mason's cock, he felt his Dad shove his ten inch cock back inside him.

   With Mason's legs thrown over his shoulders David began to fuck his boy
from a new position, plunging his cum-slick cock in and out of Mason's
freshly fucked ass all over again. "I want you to remember this!"

   Dizzy from his climax Mason could only roll his head from side to side
as his Dad's thick, long cock continued to slip in and out of his ass,
lubricated by the load it had just spewed a few minutes ago.

   David watched his son's face as he continued to fuck him, Mason's
half-closed eyes were glassy with pleasure, his full, red, bottom lip was
clenched between white teeth as his smooth hairless chest heaved up and
down glistening with sweat. David reached down and twisted the boy's brown
nipples as he continued to pound his cock in and out of Mason's
ass. Leaning down he crushed his mouth against Mason's, forcing the boy to
part his lips and receive his tongue.

   Mason reached up and tangled his fingers in the damp curls of his
Father's jet-black hair pulling his head closer as they forcing his tongue
deep into his Dad's mouth, all the while moaning in the back of his throat
as his Father's thick cock pumped in and out of his butthole. His own cock
had grown soft again but with each jarring thrust from his Dad's steely
hard cock he felt his own dick begin to grow again.

   Bracing his feet against the side of the truck bed David used the
leverage to jackhammer his cock in and out of Mason's well-lubed hole. The
sight of his giant cockshaft slipping in and out of Mason's stretched
pucker made David even hotter than ever and he picked up his tempo until
his cock was a blur plunging in and out of his son's fuckhole and sweat ran
in rivulets down his entire body.

   Jacking his cock in time with his Dad's thrusts Mason knew it wouldn't
be long before he shot a second load. "I'm getting close Dad!"

   "Hold on! I want you to cum with me!" David grunted as he continued to
throw his cock into Mason. Ten quick thrusts and he was there, "Aw here it
cums!"

   Mason's fist pounded up and down the shaft of his eight inch cock urging
himself to the edge, then his Dad slammed the full length of his cock up
his ass and held it there as he began to shoot cum up his ass for the
second time. Only a second behind his Dad, Mason's cock began to spew out a
second wad of white cum, spewing it onto his chest and stomach. "Ungh!
Ungh! Ungh! I'm cumming!" Mason panted.

   Leaning forward David placed his mouth over Mason's and they kissed as
David filled his son's body with the same seed that had created him fifteen
years ago.

   A little later after they had gone for another swim in the lake Father
and son sat on the pebbled beach and watched the sunset.

   Mason snuggled closer to his Dad and laid his cheek against the firm,
warm, flesh of David's chest.

   David slipped his arm around Mason's naked shoulders and pulled him even
closer as the dying sun splashed brilliant colors across the sky. It was
the last intimate moment they would ever have, and neither of them would
ever forget it.



Twenty Years Later... December 23, 1997

   Thirty five year old Mason Smith-McPherson lay with his head in his
partner's lap, tears rolled silently down his cheeks, "That's so sad!"

   Brett looked at the old clay animation 'The Little Drummer Boy' playing
on the wide screen TV and shook his head. "You've seen this thing a hundred
times and you cry every time!"

   Mason wiped the tears from his cheeks and sat up fixing Brett with an
even gaze, "It's a classic, and besides it's so sad when the little drummer
boy's lamb gets run over and he takes it to the baby Jesus..." he stopped
as a fresh well of tears came.

   Brett smiled and leaned over and kissed Mason's wet cheek, "And you used
to accuse me of being the romantic sap!"

   "Hey!" Mason protested as Brett picked up the remote and shut the TV
off. "It wasn't over yet!"

   "I have my own Christmas surprise," Brett said with a smile, and rising
from the couch he went to the light switch and turned off the room's
overhead lights set high in the vaulted pine ceiling. Lit only by the
twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and the fire crackling in the
fireplace, the large room suddenly seemed small and cozy.

   "What are you up to?" Mason called out as Brett hurried from the room.

   "Close your eyes!" Brett called from another part of the house.

   Smiling Mason closed his eyes and waited. A few moments later he heard
Brett's voice speaking from close by.

   "Now hold out your hands, but keep your eyes closed!"

   Mason extended his cupped hands waiting impatiently. Then Brett placed
something, squirming, soft, furry, and warm in his hands.

   "Open your eyes," Brett said quietly.

   Mason opened his eyes slowly and immediately cried out, "Oh, it's a
little Toto dog puppy!"

   "I think the official name of the breed is Cairn Terrier, but yeah, it's
a Toto dog."

   Stroking the squinty-eyed puppy's soft hair, Mason kissed Brett gently
on the lips, "Thank you!"

   Brett shrugged, "I figured what the heck, you've been wandering around
in OZ for as long as I've known you, so you might as well have a little dog
too."

   Smiling, his jade green eyes sparkling with happiness Mason carried the
small black ball of fur to the cathedral style windows that extended from
the floor all the way up to the peaked ceiling. Standing near the glass
Mason pointed the squinty-eyed pup's face forward, "You can't see much at
night, but out there is the lake and down those outside steps there's a
dock with a big boat! Next summer we'll go for long boat rides, and I'll
teach you how to swim."

   Shaking his head Brett stepped up behind Mason and slipping his arms
around his lover's waist he rested his chin on Mason's shoulders and began
to sing softly, "If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing I'd like
to do is to save every day until eternity passes away and then I'd spend
them with you."

   Mason smiled, lay his cheek against Brett's and chimed in, "But there
never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find
them. But I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to
go through time with."

   Later in the evening as Mason slept soundly in Brett's strong embrace
and little Toto slept nearby on Mason's pillow, his tiny legs jerking from
time to time as he dreamed puppy dreams, the outside world slept beneath a
starless sky. Sometime after midnight the first flakes of the winter's snow
began to drift slowly downward. Swirling in the breeze carried by the wind
the tiny crystal flakes fell to earth with barely a whisper.

   Across the fields, forests, towns and cities that separated father and
son, David slept curled around his own lover, content and happy. It had
taken him a while to fall asleep, because he was excited about spending the
Holidays with Mason and Brett, but eventually he drifted off holding his
lover Chris close as they dreamed.

   And so the seasons turned marking the years, and the years marked
decades, and Mason and Brett were loved by each other through them all with
a love that covered them as quietly and gently as falling snow, and as warm
and soft as summer sunlight.


The End

(Lyrics to 'Time in a Bottle' sung by Jim Croce are copyrights of Saja
Music Co. a Lefrak-Moelis Company. No copyright infringement is implied or
intended.)

(The Author would like to thank all the readers who've not only read the
story but took the time to write about how they felt, giving me the
encouragement to continue writing.  Again, Thank You All, and May you all
find love covering you like gently falling snow and warm summer sunlight.)