Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 10:32:59 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Finding Love - chapter 8 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Finding Love - by BW Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 8 - A changing of the guard. May 2000 We had now been in that shack for nearly three months. I only needed one more hash mark to complete the third row on my calendar. That meant that by tomorrow we have been there 90 days. Ninety days of being isolated and alone in that hot little shack, and it was getting hotter every day. There was absolutely nothing good about this experience, although Parker's recent transformation had made it more bearable. Our conversations with him had continued and he had proved to be quite helpful, telling us things that he did with his friends when he was around our age. It made Tad and me feel better, knowing that we weren't so different from other people. We had begun to think that there was something wrong with us and that we were the only ones who had done some of these things. Other things changed too. Parker would even heat up some water for us every few days so we could take sponge baths. We hadn't been able to do that for the first couple of months, and it felt good to clean up every so often. We had also developed some skin rashes during this time, possibly because of the cleanliness issue. Parker pointed this problem out to Dean on one of his visits, and he asked him what he thought they should do. Dean looked at the rashes carefully and he said that he would bring out some things to treat the problem with, on his next visit. As we heard a car drive in, we hoped that day might now be here and that he would have something for these itchy rashes. Dean came into the shack and announced that the truck was loaded with supplies and that he would like some help bringing them in. He and Parker let us go out and help carry things into the shack. Tad and I carried the groceries in, while Dean and Parker carried the large containers of gasoline and a medium sized box. Once everything was put in the shack, Dean gave Parker some news. "I'm going to take your place for a while. I've quit my job and Bart has agreed to let me split the time with you out here. There are directions in the truck, about where you will be staying, and Bart will get in contact with you to explain things further. I just need one thing from you before you leave. Would you please help me set up this air conditioner, so we won't melt from the heat?" "Oh, sure. Now that you're here, we have an air conditioner. Where was it when it was just me out here with these two?" "Hey, you can stay here with the air conditioner, if you want. This was coming out here, whether you stayed or left." "No. I'll help you hook it up and then I'm gone. You can stay with the kids for a while." They quickly set up the air conditioner in a small window and Dean hooked it up to a surge protector with several outlets on it to the cord that was connected to the generator. With the new surge protector, we would now be able to run more than one appliance at a time, though we still must be careful that we don't overburden the system. Things were now becoming slightly better, and not as primitive as it had been. Parker soon took off, leaving the three of us behind under our new conditions. As if he had suddenly remembered something, Dean ran over to one of the bags of supplies and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. He soon returned to where we were and handed us some items. "Here. These should take care of your rashes. Here's a tube of anti-bacterial cream, a tube of A & D ointment (a vitamin enriched petroleum jelly), a jar of Vaseline, and a bottle of baby oil. Why don't you try the ointment first and then, if that doesn't work, you can use the cream next. The Vaseline and baby oil are for you to use later, to keep the skin moist and to prevent irritation once it's healed. If this stuff doesn't work, I'll tell Parker to get some other things the next time he comes out." "Thanks," Tad said, "we appreciate this. It isn't bad yet, but it's been getting worse. It seems to cover more of our skin every day." Dean rubbed some of the ointment on the affected areas and it felt better almost instantly. The itching sensation ceased and within an hour or so the redness started to disappear. We went over and hugged him and he pulled us up into his lap. He let each of us sit on one of his legs. We both put our head on his shoulder and we felt really safe for the first time since we had been here. It wasn't that Parker had threatened us or tried to hurt us, but Dean seemed to care about us and it seemed that he wanted to protect us. He also seemed more at ease around kids than Parker had. I don't know for sure what it was, but Tad and I discussed it later. We had both felt something loving and protective in his embrace. "Oh, I forgot something," Dean said, and he had us get off his lap. He ran over to another bag and fetched something from it. "I know these will be big on you, but I brought out some of my tee-shirts for you two to wear. It isn't much, but I didn't dare to go to a store and buy something more your size. I guess I was afraid that I might get caught. This will make it so you aren't totally naked all of the time, though." Tad and I both slipped on a shirt. The neck opening covered most of the area between our shoulders and the shirts hung nearly to our knees, but at least we didn't have to feel totally exposed to everyone who came there, not that there were many visitors. We thanked him again, gave him another hug, and we worked our way back onto his lap. I think we all felt good from this little affectionate display and none of us were in any hurry to see it end. We only took a short break from this so Dean could fix dinner. We ate, watched some television together, and then we went to sleep. Tad and I still slept in the other room, but Dean didn't lock the door when he shut it. He told us that it would give us our privacy, but we'd be able to come out and wake him if we needed anything during the night. That was kind of exciting for us, though. It was the end to another day but the beginning to a new existence. The ointment and the cream healed our rashes after a few days, and we used the baby oil and the Vaseline to keep our skin moist, to lessen the chance of more irritation. Dean let us keep the various things he bought for our rash in our room, so we would have it to use at our convenience. Dean also talked more to us and he even taught us how to play some card games to help pass the time. He really didn't seem like such a bad guy and I began to wonder how he got to be involved with my so-called stepfather. I think that, if he could, Dean would help us get out of this situation. Time started to pass more quickly now. Parker would show up once in a while with a 'date' for Dean and he brought supplies out to keep us going. Dean also had him bring out some games that we could play together and help us pass the time even more. Tad and I were both becoming attached to Dean, and I think that he was feeling the same way about us. He was making our ordeal a lot easier to deal with, by being so kind, loving, and attentive. When I said loving, I didn't mean it in a bad way. Dean never tried anything with either one of us. He was just affectionate, like a father would be with a child, and he tried to keep us busy with games and activities, so we wouldn't dwell over our situation. During this time, other things changed as well. Our relationship began to mature right along with our bodies. We both moved deeper into puberty, as a nice, but sparse, horseshoe of pubic hair had sprouted above our dicks. We also had another surprise one night at bedtime. We were kissing and making out that night, when the action got a little heated. Tad climbed up on top of me and we eventually started to grind our hips into each other. We had done this many times, with our growing cocks rubbing between our bodies, but this was different, more intense. We were humping away while taking turns sucking on each other's tongue and lips, and we reached a mind-blowing orgasm. It was better than anything we had ever felt before. When we climaxed this time, every nerve and fiber of our bodies were involved. Our orgasm came all the way from our toes and up our bodies, until it erupted from our pricks. It took us a few extra minutes to recover from this session. "Man, that was wild," Tad exclaimed, when he had recovered. "Yeah, it was the best one yet," I answered him. "Win, look," Tad exclaimed pointing at my abdomen. I looked down to see what he was referring to, when I realized why he was so excited. There were little puddles of cum dotting my body. "Shit, one of us shot a load," I blurted out in shock. "Yeah, but who?" "I don't know. Maybe we should wait until tomorrow and do each other with our hands, so we can tell for sure. What do you think?" "Yeah, I guess that we'd find out that way. I just wish we could tell who it was now." We kept looking at each other and down at our bodies, when the answer became obvious. "It was you, Tad," I announced. "How do you know?" "Look down at your wiener. There's some more oozing out from the tip. Tad looked down and, sure enough, there were a couple of more droplets seeping from the slit. "Damn, you're right." He was beaming with pride until he looked at me. "Maybe we both did. You can't be sure." "Yes, we can. Do you see anything coming from the end of my peter? No, it's clean. It was you, Tad. You got hairs first, and now you shot first. No big deal. It will happen for me soon enough. Tad almost looked sad after we spoke. Here he should be feeling really great that he could cum now but, instead, he felt bad for me because I didn't. How could I not love him when he is so concerned about how I am feeling? I wiped off Tad's seed with some toilet paper and we cuddled together and fell asleep. Tad was right. I was disappointed, when I should have been happy for him. If the roles had been reversed, Tad would have been happy for me, but I was selfish. I only cared about myself. How could Tad possibly love me, when I didn't think of anyone but myself? The next morning I was still down when we woke up. "Win, don't feel bad. You'll do it soon." "It's not that, Tad. I feel bad because I wasn't happy for you. I only thought about me. That was wrong. You're my best friend and I should have considered your feeling first. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for being so stupid?" "Win, there's nothing to forgive. I understand. If you had cum and I didn't, I might have felt the same way. Come on. Let's go out and get breakfast." We hugged and then opened the door to go into the other room. Without it being locked, we could go out to join Dean as soon as we wanted. Dean knew better than anyone how isolated this place was and he knew that we'd probably die if we tried to get away on our own. He actually told us that one night, trying to keep us from doing anything foolish. We understood that he told us this just to keep us from getting hurt. We were convinced that his intentions were purely for our welfare. He had shown us that he did care about us, often enough since he had been there, that we wouldn't even consider not listening to his advice. Time was moving more quickly since Dean arrived, and Tad and I were more upbeat about our situation. We even began to do things with each other without having to cloak them in one of our fantasies. It was just a few evenings later, when Tad and I were in our room alone, that we decided to suck each other off. This was purely for personal enjoyment and it had nothing to do with any fantasy. Tad wanted to do me first, so I stretched out on the mattress while Tad went to work. Damn, he was marvelous. He made love to my whole body, not just to my penis. He rubbed, licked, or kissed every square inch of me before he swallowed my eager sausage. His mouth seemed to glide ever so lightly, up and down, on my straining cock and I felt as if I were floating somewhere above the physical action. When I felt that wonderful tingling sensation beginning to build in my loins, I was beside myself with pleasure. When my orgasm hit, all I could see was a Fourth of July fireworks display going off in my mind. There was a full aerial bombardment of skyrockets bursting in a wide spectrum of tints and hues. There were continual flashes of brightly colored lights going off in my brain, as my body convulsed beneath Tad's talented mouth. It took longer than usual for me to come down from this awesome release and, when I opened my eyes, Tad was kneeling above me with a huge grin on his face. He waited a few seconds for me to sufficiently recover, then he stuck out his tongue. He stretched it out very rigidly from his mouth, and he forced into a u-shaped curve. I didn't understand his actions at first, but then I noticed the liquid pooled on his oral muscle. "Shit! You mean that's from me?" Tad nodded his head up and down and then swallowed the watery liquid. "You did it. I guess that I was a little surprised too and I swallowed part of it before I was able to save the rest for you to see. Now how do you feel?" "Great. I knew something was different this time. It was really fantastic. I mean, it's always wonderful, but this time it was somehow better." "I know what you mean. See, I told you that it wouldn't be long before you were able to shoot like me." "Thanks, Tad. You're the best friend a guy could have. Lay back. I owe you one." I really had to concentrate on what I was doing to Tad, because subconsciously my mind kept wandering over my new accomplishment. I had to force myself to think about Tad's needs and give him the same level of enjoyment that he had provided me. With the utmost thought and affection, I worked every patch of his wonderful boy form and I tried to give him the maximum pleasure from this attention. By the time I engulfed his throbbing prick, Tad was ready for his release. I nodded up and down the length of his rigid member, until the sap rose in his young tree and his syrupy treat collected in my mouth. After he got past the fog of his afterglow, I opened my mouth to display his results, the same way he had done for me. Sure, he knew that he could already shoot, but I wanted him to be able to witness for himself what he had done on this occasion. He smiled back his appreciation before I gulped down his cream. We soon cuddled up on the mattress and drifted off to sleep. Dean's presence at the shack was a real blessing. After a while, we began to talk about everything with him. Not only did we discuss how we felt now, but I was able to tell someone besides Tad about how I felt when my father died and how I felt about my mother. He even gave me some things to think about. He told me that my mother's drinking problem might be an attempt on her part to escape some painful things in her own life, whether it had to deal with my father's passing or something else. He said that by doing what she did to escape her own misery, she had most likely become oblivious to me and my pain, but that didn't mean that she didn't love me. He told me that people can become so absorbed in their own problems that they can totally ignore everything else, including the people they care about the most. This really had me wondering. Could he be right? Could it be possible that my mother still loved me? Sovie did say that she wouldn't let him send me away to a boarding school. Maybe she did still have feelings for me. I would definitely have to check things out when I got back home. The day that I put the final hash mark down to complete the eleventh row of my daily record, I realized something for the first time. Tad and I had both had a birthday while we had been here. We were both now twelve years old, and we didn't even know it when that day had passed. Thinking about how long we had actually been there, and the fact that we had both missed our birthdays, depressed me. I didn't know whether or not to tell Tad because I didn't want him to be depressed as well. I did whisper about it to Dean and it seemed to make him feel bad that we had missed this event, which was usually the highlight of a young boy's life. In response to Dean's reaction to my news, I didn't mention that fact to Tad. It didn't cross my mind again until a week and a half later, on one of Parker's visits. Suddenly, there was a small cake on the table that simply said 'Happy Birthday'. "I know that this isn't the right day for either one of you," Dean said with a sad expression on his face, "but I wanted to do something. I didn't realize it before that you had both had a birthday since you've been here and you didn't get a chance to celebrate it. Let's just say that I'm sorry we missed acknowledging them, but maybe this will make it a little less painful." He put a candle on each end of the cake and he lit them. Dean and Parker sang to us and we each blew out one candle. I think that you can all probably guess what our wishes were...that we get out of here as soon as possible. We all ate a piece of cake before Parker left. As soon as he drove away, Dean looked at us both and spoke. "I'm really sorry that this was all I could do for you. I wish that there was some way I could get you out of here and take you home to your parents, but I'm not sure I could get Parker to agree to help me do that. Besides, Bart would probably have both of us killed if we ever helped you escape." "You mean, really have you killed...like in dead?" I asked, shocked that he would even suggest that such a thing was possible. "Yes, definitely like in dead. Bart has a great many contacts with some really nasty people. If he thought that we had turned on him, he wouldn't hesitate at all to make sure that we disappeared...permanently. That's why Parker and I are so careful not to cross him. To put it bluntly, we're scared of what he is capable of doing to us." This gave Tad and me a lot more to think about. If he were capable of killing them, would he be capable of killing us? We talked about this between us when we were alone and we decided, that if it were his intention to get rid of us, then he probably would have done it already. No, he has something else in mind for us, but what? We moved toward the mattress to go to sleep. As we approached the mattress, Tad turned to me and asked a question. "Did you know that our birthdays had passed while we were in here?" "Yes, I did figure it out and I happened to mention it to Dean. "Why didn't you tell me? I never even thought about it." "I only realized it a little over a couple of weeks ago. I became very depressed after I thought about it and I didn't want you to become any more depressed than you are, by just being here." "You didn't think I could handle it?" "That wasn't it. I didn't want you to have to deal with it. I thought it would be better if we didn't think about things like that any more. I didn't think that Dean would go and have a cake made and do something like he did. I thought he was going to keep it a secret. It was kind of nice, though, to know that somebody thought about us and our birthdays." "Yeah, it was kind of nice of him, wasn't it?" "Yes, it really was," I answered him. "I really like Dean and how he treats us. He is a nice guy, even if he is doing this for Sovie." "Yes. We certainly could have been a lot worse off with someone else." "I don't even want to think about that." We both remained quiet for several minutes before Tad broke the silence by speaking to me. "Win? Seeing that we just celebrated our birthdays, I'd like to give you a special present tonight." "Present? What are you talking about? We don't have anything we could give each other as presents, unless you're going to give me your shirt." "No, I do have something else. Do you remember all of those stories we read on the Internet, before we came here?" "Yeah, but what are you thinking? What do you have in that mind of yours? Are you thinking about doing a special fantasy tonight for our birthdays?" "Not exactly. I want you to make love to me tonight, like they did in some of those stories...up the butt. That's the most special gift that I could give you for your birthday and I want to do it for you. We have both baby oil and Vaseline, thanks to Dean. You would just have to stretch me out and take it slow and easy, but we could do it. What do you think?" "I think that I agree with you that we could do that...but only if you will let me do the same thing for you afterward. That will also be my birthday gift to you. Agreed?" A big smile spread across Tad's face, similar to the one that I was trying to suppress but eventually couldn't contain any longer. "Yes, I would like that very much. I love you, Win, and I'm glad that you are my best friend." "Even if that friendship got you into this mess in the first place?" "Definitely. If something were going to happen like this, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I would never have wanted you to or allowed you to go through this by yourself. I don't think either of us would have survived this long a separation apart from each other, not as well as we have survived it together. I think that we have held it together this long because we love each other so much. It's not only the love, though, because we have our ways of expressing that love through our little adventures, so we don't have to think about this place all of the time." "That does help. All of it helps." We remained that way, not saying another word to each other for several minutes before I felt it was safe to break the silence. "Well, shall we get started?" At this point we were both lying on the mattress and Tad scrambled to his knees, reached into the corner for the bottle of baby oil and he handed it to me. "I want you to do it to me first, seeing I was the one who suggested it." I didn't argue with what he said and I watched as Tad moved around to put his rear end in front of me. I thought back to those stories and tried to figure what I should do next. When I had the plan in my mind, I poured some baby oil in my hand and spread it thoroughly over my fingers. Carefully I placed my index finger in front of Tad's puckered opening. I rubbed little circles around that winking eye, spreading some of the oil around the edge of the entranceway, before I placed my fingertip directly against his anus. Tad flinched slightly when my finger came into contact with that very private part of his body, but he quickly informed me not to stop what I was doing. I applied a little pressure against the opening and my finger slid rapidly past the sphincter and into the tunnel behind. Tad made a little noise, but he didn't say anything. I left my finger there for several seconds before I began to slide it back and forth in his chute. After doing this for a short time, I pulled the finger out, added a little more baby oil to them, and then I inserted two fingers into Tad's cavern. Tad's hips jerked spasmodically upward upon penetration, but he quickly controlled himself and relaxed. He told me to keep going, so I pushed the pair of digits further up his tunnel. After leaving there for a short time, I not only pushed them in and out of his hole, but I twisted those fingers around so I stretched his rectum in all directions. One time I pushed my fingers all the way in and Tad jumped and yelped. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" "No, but you hit something in there that sent all kinds of tingling feelings throughout my body. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt really neat and it made me feel really good all over." With that he looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. After working his butt a little more, I asked him a question. "Do you think that you're ready or do you want me to try it with three fingers first?" "Your wiener has gotten bigger, but it's not that big," Tad told me, causing a quick feeling of inferiority to sweep over me. "I think that I'm ready. Go ahead and do it." "I'm not real hard, yet. Why don't you put some baby oil on my dick and stroke it a little, until I get good and stiff." "I'll do better than that." Tad answered as he swung around, grabbed my cock, and slipped it into his mouth. I became almost instantly as hard as steel, so Tad rubbed some baby oil onto my granite-like member. "You're ready now and so am I. Let's give it a try." Tad swung back around and wiggled his butt at me. That was all the encouragement that I needed and I lined my rod up with his channel. I moved forward until the two were touching. I felt Tad pushing slightly backward, trying to take me inside of him, so I met his movements and pushed forward until the head of my pole slipped past his muscular ring. I heard Tad take in a quick gasp of air, but he continued to push back as I pushed forward. Slowly, I entered that sacred nether region, until I felt my stomach rubbing against his ass cheeks. I was enraptured by the feel of his smooth warm lining wrapping itself around my stiffy, like a protective glove. Just being in there was giving me a unique pleasure all by itself. I paused for a minute or so, mostly to give me a chance to calm back down, before Tad whispered to me over his shoulder, "Go ahead and do it." That short phrase sent me into action. It was almost like someone had hit the 'on' switch to a machine and my hips started rocking back and forth, first drawing my penis almost out before I slammed it back into Tad's bowels. My action reminded me of that old oil derrick outside. It reminded me how the rocker arm of the drilling rig would swing around and force the drill to go constantly deeper into the ground. Here I was drilling Tad's rump in the same fashion. The action continued for a few minutes before my gusher erupted. I didn't strike oil, but Tad struck sperm. I pumped my load into him in four strong bursts, coating the lining of his intestines. Panting loudly, we both collapsed on the mattress and we remained that way for many minutes, exhausted and enjoying a natural high. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.