Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2018 01:19:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Year Gone 13 I had this chapter in mind for 6 months at least. This one and two others were already written when I lost my hard drive last month and thus lost those chapters. So, if these show up after Thanksgiving weekend, now you know why. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ I was pretty excited as we walked toward the gate where my family would deplane. I hadn't really spent a great deal of time thinking about how much I missed them but now that it was only minutes away the realization hit me. Gramps Belinda May and I stood off to the side from where others were waiting for their passengers when the first people started coming out of the jetway. They could have flown in one of the corporate jets but apparently they were all in use and since my family always flew first class when flying commercial, they were among the first to come out and dad spied us at the same time we saw them. He turned his head slightly and I could see his mouth move. A moment later my little brother popped into sight and came tearing toward me hell bent for election. I stooped slightly to catch him and as he slammed into me I scooped him up and spun around to lessen the impact. Gideon wrapped his arms and his legs around me and held on tight. I could feel his body shudder as he cried. "I missed you so much Colt," he said. I held him just as tightly and I too felt tears in my eyes. "I missed you a lot too Giddy," I said, using his affectionate nickname, "a whole lot." I meant it too. Sure, he could be a pain in the ass, what little brother wasn't, but I loved him to bits and missed him just as much. People parted to go by us, knowing smiles on most of their faces. By then my parents had reached us and did their greetings so I set Gideon down and we both wiped our eyes, then I hugged my mother and when I hugged my dad he actually lifted me up off the ground. "I love you dad, thank you." "I love you too son," he whispered in my ear, "you're welcome." He finally set me down and we both wiped our eyes. The family had all brought carryon luggage so we made our way outside and caught a cab to take us the 13 miles to South East Regional Airport where we'd landed the Beech. We got to South East in about 20 minutes. "New plane dad," my father commented as we approached the shiny new aircraft and my gramps responded accordingly. Dad already knew that of course. Grandpa, Belinda May and I had flown to Wichita in September and picked up a new Beechcraft King Air, a 10 passenger twin turbo prop plane, and flown it home. Of course, I got to fly a good part of the two plus hour trip. Overall it wasn't much different than his older plane, just bigger is all. "Left side," my grandfather said as everybody buckled in. I looked askance at him. He nodded his head, "go ahead son, you can do this." In essence he was giving me the go ahead to take us out and take us up. I put on the headphones, did all the pre-flight check, fired it up and contacted the tower and got permission to taxi out and started moving. "Holy shit," my little brother exclaimed loudly, "Colt's flying the goddamn plane?" My mother shushed him but didn't correct his language. I was nervous as fuck, not because of flying but because my family was all there. All in all, it went off without a hitch and an hour later gramps landed us back home. Smokey met us in a new Suburban with the ranch logo emblazoned on the doors. Gramps bought new vehicles every year. Last year was the trucks, this year the suburbans. "Damn Smokey," my dad said when he saw my lover, "you've grown a bit since I last saw you. It's good to see you" He extended his hand which the hunky teen took. "Yessir, I reckon I have. Good to see you again too sir." "How's Mack doing?" "Real good sir, he says he's glad you're home and he's looking forward to tipping a few and talking story." "I'm looking forward to it as well Smokey." Smokey acknowledged the statement then Dad introduced him to my little brother and re-introduced him to mom. "Nice to see you again ma'am," he said in his slow cowboy drawl. He wasn't putting it on either, that was just Smokey. "You know, I've got a little brother `bout your age Gideon and I think you two would get along right fine. I'd be happy to introduce you?" Gideon didn't answer right away but was giving it some thought, which is what Gideon always did. He seemed to factor in all manner of possible options and their ramifications before giving an answer. Smokey, bless his heart, waited. He and my little brother were very much alike in that characteristic. After a good 20 seconds Gideon said, "That would be cool, I'd like that." "I can't believe you flew the plane," my mother said as we headed back to the ranch. "Yeah I know, me too sometimes. Grampa let me fly the old plane the first day I was here. We try and go up at least 3 times a week." We continued to talk, Gideon staying quiet but huggled up to my other side about as close as anyone could be. At the house Dad told Smokey he'd call down after supper. As we crossed over the bridge to the house Gideon commented on the waterfall and the pool below it. "Can you swim in there," he asked. My dad started to say something but my mom smacked him on the arm. "Don't you dare Colton James Koregan." My grandpa laughed but said it mountain spring water and thus very cold. Gideon responded quickly, which was out of character for him. "So you're saying it would shrink my stuff til next Spring." "Gideon," my mother said, apparently shocked that my 9 year old brother would know or even understand such stuff." Somehow women didn't get that boys learn that shit very early. Gramps and my dad laughed, as did I, and Belinda May was clearly amused. "That's what you learn in private school mom," Gideon said, nonplussed which got even more laughter. Inside we gave them the tour and mom & dad both were clearly impressed, particularly with the incredible view of the valley. Gideon would get his own room but after getting the tour of my bedroom he said, "This is so cool a bedroom Colt. Can I sleep here with you?" I tossed an arm across his shoulders. "Of course you can Giddy, I would like that." "You're the best Colt." That made me feel really good. Gideon and I had always gotten along pretty well but he was more than 3 years younger than I, not yet 10 years old, and acted like many little brothers. Being away from each other allowed both of us to have much more appreciation for the other. I knew that he was seeing me like Stormy did Smokey. I was the cool older brother. I was looking forward to playing that role for the next week. "You know what Colt? When I first saw you I thought you looked kinda funny, all cowboy like but now that I've gotten used to it, I sort of like it. It looks cool and you look real good in those clothes." "Thanks Gideon. When I first moved here I thought the same thing but after a bit I got used to it and now it's pretty much natural. Besides out here, regular clothes like we're used to don't work so good. Let's get your stuff unpacked, okay." That said we went into my walk-in and I and didn't even have to clean any drawers out for him. I had plenty to spare. We talked a little as he unpacked, my brother telling me about some of the stuff he'd been doing. When he pulled out his underwear I got a shock. "Geez Giddy, what's with the underwear," I asked him. He was handling a couple pair of bikini briefs, one in a light pink. I was more shocked when he pulled out a thong. "I like em, they make me feel sexy," he said with a sly grin. I cuffed him on the shoulder and grinned, "What do you know about sexy," I asked. "More than you think Colt." I asked him what mom thought about his underwear choice. "She doesn't know. I bought them myself and I do my own laundry now, well, mostly. Can I ask you a question Colt? "Of course you can Gideon, you can always ask me questions." "Is it okay for boys to do stuff with other boys, you know, like, sex stuff, like touching or jacking each other off and stuff like that. "Yeah, sure Gideon. I think most boys do at least a little bit of stuff with other boys. I mean, it's kinda how boys learn stuff, about sex I mean." "What kind of stuff have you done?" I wasn't sure where this was going and I wasn't sure I wanted to tell my little brother everything. I wasn't prepared for the question so I wasn't prepared to answer it but it didn't matter. "We're going downstairs boys," my mom called out from the hallway. "Let's talk about it later okay Giddy," I said and got a head nod then a surprise. My brother moved into my arms and pulled my head toward his and kissed me on the mouth and it wasn't a quick little peck either. "You're the best brother in the whole world Colt," he said. "I was thinking the same thing about you too." That said we headed downstairs to join the family. We had an early supper of Venison stew, fresh bread still warm from the oven with a salad. There was a wild blackberry pie and a peach cobbler for dessert but that would have to wait til later. "This is absolutely amazing Belinda May," my mother said, and she meant it. Mom wasn't one for tossing bouquets without a good reason. Belinda May blushed, thanked mom and said it wasn't anything special but I could tell she was pleased. We continued to talk about this that and the other thing while we ate but business wasn't one of those things. That had been a hard and fast rule for longer than I'd been alive and a tradition that I would eventually adhere to. After supper Dad called down to Smokey's house and talked to Mack who said he'd send my lover and best friend up to pick us up and 15 minutes later he was there. Gideon and I had gone upstairs to change into warmer clothing. While there had been snow on the ground when we gotten home it had started coming down again and the temperature was into the mid 20's. My brother donned a grey toned quilted puffer style bomber jacket with fur lined hood and fur lined winter boots. I swear, Gideon should have been on the runway he was so goddamned cute. Outside, as we crossed the bridge, Stormy got out of the front seat and waited for us. I introduced him to my dad and Gideon who responded that he was glad to meet my dad who then reminded him that they'd met before but that the beautiful boy had been a 2 year old at the time. Stormy laughed and said that he certainly didn't remember that. We piled into the back seat of the Suburban with Stormy in the middle and the two boys began chattering like long lost friends, finding some common ground in typical boy fashion. At Smokey's house Mack and dad hugged tightly and for a good 5 seconds and it wasn't one of those "good ole boy" back patting things either. Actually, it was like Smokey and I hugged only not as long. He then hugged Smokey's mom Lou, short for Marilou, and kissed her on the cheek. "It's great to see you Colt," she said, "we miss you." "I know," my dad said contritely, "I miss you guys too. I need to get back her more often." "Being a zillionaire takes a lot of time," Mack said with a laugh. He then introduced Dad and Gideon to Sky who hugged them both like a long lost friend. Mack got a couple of beers and the adults sat down to chat so we boys went to Smokey's room to hang out. Mostly we just talked about life was like on the ranch so Gideon could get a different perspective than just my own. He had seen the news clips about me during the summer parades and uncle Ron and was proud to be able to brag me up among his friends and others that we knew. "We can go riding while you're here Gideon," Stormy suggested, "if you want to that is." Gideon gave that a moment's thought then said yeah, that might be fun. Like me, my brother had done some riding so horses weren't completely outside his frame of experience. Gideon talked about what he'd been doing and said that they'd spent 2 weeks that summer at Ravens Cay. "What's Raven's Cay," Stormy asked. "It's an island in the Caribbean" my little brother said. "Oh, so like in a hotel," Stormy said. Gideon shook his head. "No, in our house. We own the island." Gideon wasn't bragging, just setting things straight. "You own a fucking island," Stormy exclaimed. Clearly the idea that a person could own an island was beyond the realm of belief to the young god. Gideon nodded his head and said yes while Stormy reeled his jaw back in then asked how big it was and how many people lived on it and stuff. Raven's Cay had been in the family since the early 1900's. Close to but not quite part of the Abacos islands, it was 618 acres that was longer than it was wide so allowed plenty of room for an airstrip that could handle private jets with ease. The island was sort of separate by a tall range of mountainous country, enough so to have a couple waterfalls and year round water supply. We had a large tropical style home built on the leeward side so the waters were much more gentle, as was the wind and sometimes even the rain. The house was built into the rocky mountain side so much of the back part of the house was actual living rock that offered solid protection from extreme weather. Built lower on the mountain, it was barely 300 yards from the beach and the deep blue sea. A natural cove had been expanded and its inlet altered to provide a calm haven for our watercraft. Fortunately, like the house, it butted up against living rock Our caretakers, the Estradas, had a house not far from ours but enough to provide privacy for both families. They had two boys, one slightly older than me and the other slightly older than Gideon. About an hour later Sky popped up in the open doorway and said dad was ready to go back up the hill. In the living room dad was putting on his coat. "So, Skeeter," Mack said, "how about we hit the shooting range tomorrow and see how rusty you've gotten." "Skeeter," I said, "I never heard that before." Mack chuckled. "Not surprised that you haven't heard that story. The first day your dad was here we were talking outside and a huge Crane Fly, the one that people mistakenly call a mosquito eater, landed on his arm. Your dad jumped and screamed like a little girl, no offense ladies." "Sacred the shit out of me," my dad said, laughing. "Sure Mack, sounds good. Say 10 o'clock?" Mack agreed, said he'd send Smokey up and we headed out the door. The snow was coming down heavier but nothing Smokey wasn't used to and 15 minutes later we were back in grandpa's house. "Just in time for dessert boys," Belinda May said. We sat down to big servings of cobbler and pie topped with fresh whipped cream, not that fake shit. "Hey grandpa," I asked between bites, "do you remember dad being called Skeeter?" My gramps leaned back in his chair and laughed out loud. "Oh hell, I haven't heard that in years." Of course my mom wanted to know what that was about so he told and we all got another laugh. We stayed up a little longer before my brother started yawning so he and I excused ourselves and headed upstairs. We stripped to our underwear, Gideon's a deep crimson bikini style brief, and went into the bathroom. I hadn't considered my little in any kind of sexual way before, and I wasn't right then, but because of my experiences on the ranch and of course my sex life with Stormy, and what Gideon had said earlier, I did begin to see him in a different light. I already acknowledged how damned cute he was but now I was seeing him as a boy that had sexual feelings, urges and desires. I also acknowledged that seeing him almost naked in those cute little briefs, his delicious little butt and his boy bulge caused my dick to stir a little. Not boned you understand but certainly waking up. We stepped up to the sink and began brushing our teeth but Gideon stepped over to the toilet and shoved his underwear down and started to pee. He used a finger at the base of his cocklet to keep it from jumping around from the movement of his teeth brushing. He looked nicely enough hung I guessed, for a 9 year old. Like me, he was uncut and hadn't bothered to pull his foreskin back. I rarely did either. When he was done he squeezed out the remaining drops and pulled his briefs back into place and came back to the sink. Neither of us had said a word. We traded places and my brother watched me out of the corner of his eye. I knew he would. He was a young boy and they're all curious about older boys plumbing. I didn't turn from him but I didn't turn toward him either, just leg my dick out over the top of my briefs and did my business. When we were done we went to my bed where Gideon asked if I would hold him, not that I would ever turn him down. When I said of course, he moved into my arms and rested his head on my shoulder, his top arm laying across my waist and mine across his hip with my hand resting gently against his tiny butt. Holding Gideon was like holding Stormy. He was small, soft, warm and cuddly. I liked it. I could feel his boy bulge resting against mine. "This is so nice Colt," he whispered. "One of the things I hate about growing up is you don't get held as much. I mean, eventually you do when you get a girlfriend, or a boyfriend," he added wistfully, "but until then it's a dry spell of no hugs except like gramma kind of hugs. "Well for what it's worth it's nice holding you too Gideon but I know what you mean." Naturally I wasn't about to tell him that I got plenty of hugs from Smokey and stormy. My brother didn't say anything for a moment but his fingers were gently playing against my back. "What I asked you earlier about doing stuff with boys," he said softly, "I've done stuff with boys. You know, like touching each other's dick and even doing it together at the same time. Have you ever done stuff with a boy Colt?" I wanted to be honest with Gideon. He was my little brother and in my mind big brothers are supposed to help out the little guys, guide and teach them and answer questions that they can't ask other people, especially adult. "Yeah, I have Gideon," I said. Naturally, he wanted to know what stuff I'd done. "Just regular stuff like you said, touching each other jacking off together or jacking each other off. "Have you ever sucked a boys' cock?" I paused a moment then leaned back enough to see his face in the dim glow from my night light on the other side of the room. "Why all the questions Gideon," I asked him in a soft voice. As always, he took a moment to formulate his answer. "I think I'm a gay boy Colt. I been doing some stuff with other boys and I love it. I love playing with a boys' cock and sucking it and having him suck mine. I just get a boner when I even think about it." At that point he reached between us and groped at his crotch which meant that his hand was rubbing against my bulge. "Okay," I said just as softly. "You know Giddy, lots of boys play with other boys and do all that stuff but it doesn't always mean they're gay. Most boys get over it by the time they're like 15 or 16, sometimes even older. In answer to your question, yes, I've sucked a boys' cock and gotten my sucked and I really liked it too but I'm pretty sure I'm not gay and eventually I'll be with girls." Gideon shivered. "No way Colt. No way would I ever want to be with a girl. I know that for a fact. I don't want to see any naked girls, I don't want to touch them and I sure don't want to put my dick in one." He shivered again. "Just the thought of it almost makes my boner go away." Gideon pulled his hand back then snuggled even closer to me and I could tell he was hard. "See what I mean," he asked, his voice still soft. After a moment's pause he said, "can we take our underpants off Colt? I really want to be naked." I didn't have any real desire to mess around with my brother but I understood his need and realized that if it came down to it, if he asked, I would. "Sure Gideon," I said. We rolled onto our backs and went through the process, tossing our underwear onto the floor. When I rolled back to face him, my little brother slid right back into my arms and snuggled up against me, his hard cock pushing against me. "This feels so good Colt, being naked and being held but especially because it's you." I was a little surprised at that statement and wasn't sure exactly how to respond to it. I didn't have to. "Can I see your cock Colt? I've never seen a bigger boys' cock before." That didn't require a whole lot of thought on my part. In fact, none. I rolled over and turned my low watt bedside lamp on, turned back to him and tossed the covers back. Gideon moved back enough so that he could see clearly. "Oh man Colt," Gideon said with awe in his high pitched voice, "it's big and your balls too. I love your hairs too." He started to reach for me then stopped abruptly. Before he could say anything I spoke, "Go ahead Giddy, I don't mind." He looked at me with a questioning expression on his smooth face. In that moment I truly realized how cute my little brother was. He was as adorable as Stormy was but in a more masculine way, if that makes sense. "Seriously Giddy, it's okay, you can touch me. I want you to." My brother reached out and gently took hold of my still soft cock and held it upright. Even though he was uncut, he still slid my foreskin back and forth over the head. The feeling of him holding me and touching me was incredible and my cock started to harden immediately. Needless to say that did not go unnoticed by Gideon. "Oh gosh Colt you're getting a boner. Does it feel good me touching you?" "Hell yes Giddy, it feels great," I said as my dick reached full on chubby. Gideon stroked me a little then went for my balls, cupping and fondling the still smooth eggs. I couldn't really see his cock because of his positioning but I wanted to. "Will you show me your sperm Colt; will you jack off for me. I'm dying to see what it looks like. I'll even suck your cock if you'll let me and you don't have to suck mine. Can I Colt, can I suck your cock?" "I'd be sad if you didn't Giddy," I said as I rolled onto my back. My little brother slid down the bed alongside me and took hold of my cock for the first time. "Goddamn Colt," he whispered, "It's so big and so hard. You're way bigger than any of my friends," he said proudly. "I bet they would love to suck you too." I wondered what he'd say if he saw Smokey's hard cock. Then I wondered briefly how that might happen and realized that I wanted it to happen. I wanted for my brother to see both Smokey and Stormy naked and all of us doing stuff together. It kind of made my cock throb just thinking about it. Gideon started to suck my cock, retracting my foreskin back to get at the head. He did a credible job, taking about a third of me into his mouth. I had grown some over the past 5 months. Maybe not a lot but Smokey and Stormy noticed it. I wasn't at 6 inches yet but was closing in on it. "Oohhh god Giddy," I groaned. It had been hot seeing Stormy's sweet mouth wrapped around my cock but seeing my own little brother's mouth doing the same thing surpassed hotness. I could hear Gideon moaning softly to himself as his head bobbed up and down on my cock. Two things were apparent. One was that this wasn't his first time with a dick in his mouth. Two; he loved it. Gideon stroked me while he sucked me, yet another little surprise and not only that his little finger and ring finger were both poking at my balls while he did it. I felt my body start to change and knew that it wouldn't take long before I was spewing sperm like a runaway water hose. That made it decision time which took about a nanosecond to make so I stopped him. "I want to suck on your cock before I cum Gideon," I whispered, my voice laden with lust. Gideon stopped and moved back up alongside me and when I started to slide down the bed he stopped me. "Another thing I want to learn is how to be a good kisser." That said he put his mouth against mine and began to kiss me. He started out slow but got into a full, mouth open kiss, my brother pushing his tongue into my mouth. We finally broke it off and it was my turn to slide down the bed. "You got a great looking boner Gideon," I said, praising him and I swear, he beamed with pride. I took hold of him to squeeze and stroke him same as he had done to me. I thought that my little brother might be slightly bigger than Stormy although without the two being side by side it was hard to tell. It also looked like his balls had started to drop and of course, there wasn't a single solitary hair in sight. I felt him up, I stroked him then without asking, moved down, leaned over and place my mouth over my little brother's cock and started to suck him off. His little body went rigid for a second before relaxing and a deep groan emanated from deep in his throat accompanied by, "Oh fuck Colt." I bobbed up and down on him, reveling in the taste and feel of him. I let my free hand move to his tender young immature balls to fondle the eggs and tug gently on them. I peeled his foreskin back and licked all over the sensitive swollen head before going back to sucking him. After a solid 3 minutes of sucking my little brother I stopped and moved back alongside him and we kissed again, just as deeply as the last time. "Will you make the sperm for me Colt, please will you?" "Of course I will Gideon. With a boner this hard I gotta do something to make it go away." I didn't bother to mention that a single cumming might not do the trick. I took hold of my cock and began the process and Gideon watched with a ferocious intensity. He asked if there was something he could do and I suggested that he play with my balls. "I love having that done too Colt but I also love doing it. I think balls are so cool." I told him that I loved balls and he got a huge grin, thrilled it seemed that we had that in common. I worked my dick like always, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the head. It didn't take long and I'm sure that a big part of that was because Gideon was involved too. "Here it comes Giddy," I finally said. I kept my cock head exposed and just in time. The first jet of white goo shot up onto my chest and a sort of spitting motion. It was followed by a longer stream of stuff that left a 4 inch slash on my torso. That was followed by a smaller jet then 2 or 3 burps of sperm then oozing. I went back to moving my foreskin over the head and shivered at the feelings that shot through my body. "That was fucking amazing Colt," my brother said excitedly. He put his finger in the puddle and did the rub sniff taste test and declared that it wasn't too bad. "Oh man Colt thank you for showing me stuff. I hope we can do more of it." "You're welcome Gideon it was fun for me to and yeah, we can do it again." He grinned then leaned over me for a kiss but stayed there, his mouth pressed against mine. I could feel his boner pressed against my hip and thought he may have actually ground it against me. He finally moved away. "I gotta get this stuff cleaned up," I told him then crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later to find him resting there, propped up on elbow while his other hand worked at his hard cock. "Want me to jack you off Giddy," I asked him and got a big head nod. I grabbed some lube from my nightstand and poured some into my hand. Gideon wanted to know what that was and I told he'd see. He lay back and I took hold of him with a finger and thumb then wrapped my hand around his stiff flesh. He jerked a moment from the cold then jerked again as I began working my slipper hand up and down on his raging boner. "Holy shit Colt, how come I never heard of this?" He didn't really want an answer and I didn't provide one. I was laying beside him, propped up on my elbow and looking down on his sweet young face. I felt a huge surge of love roar through my body and without thinking I lowered my head and kissed him on the mouth, which he wasn't expecting. It only took a second before his arms went around my neck and we began kissing like lovers, tongues and all. It didn't take very long before he broke the kiss. "I think I'm close Colt, really close," he said in a husky voice. He was right about that for less than 30 seconds later he cried out, thrust his hips off the bed and began shaking like a dog shitting razor blades. I kept it up for about a half minute before Gideon giggled and moved away from me. "It tickles too much Colt." I told him I knew just what he meant. At that he rolled back against me and we hugged and kissed some more. "That was awesome Colt, thanks." "I thought so too Giddy," I said then rolled away and turned off my bedside light and rolled back into him. Snuggling up with my little brother was pretty much like snuggling with Stormy. I loved the feel of his smaller body in my arms, the warmth and the fragrance of him. I felt at peace somehow. "Colt," he said quietly against my chest." I responded with an Uhmm. "I want you to fuck me. Not tonight but before we leave. I really am a gay boy and I know it and I want to be fucked really bad but I want you to be the first and I want it to mean something. I love you so much Colt and miss you so bad that I cry myself to sleep sometimes." I could say that I was stunned but I really wasn't, at least not about the fucking part. I never realized how much my little brother meant to me but I knew I felt the same way about him. Not the crying myself to sleep but how much I loved him and missed him. "I would be honored to be your first lover sweet boy. We'll talk more in the morning." He settled into me, hugged me then relaxed then yawned. I thought he was asleep but as I was drifting off I heard, very faintly, "I love you Colt," followed by a weak hug. My heart melted. I woke up around 7 and got up, went to the bathroom to get rid of my piss hardon then donned briefs and a t-shirt and traipsed downstairs to find Belinda May already starting breakfast and my dad nursing a cup of coffee in the breakfast nook. He was reading a paperback which he put down when I came in. I got a cup of coffee, added some milk and joined him. If he was surprised at my drinking coffee he didn't mention it. "So, son, it seems as though you've embraced being out here." I took a sip and nodded my head. "I have dad. I really like it, a lot." "That's the Koregan spirit Colt. We stand up, we do what's asked of us and we generally make the most of it. I came out here at your age with the same initial attitude that you had and it changed me too son. It seems like you and Smokey have hit it off pretty good." "We have dad," I said. "He's an amazing boy and he seems to know so much more about life than any other kid I've ever known. It's almost like he's an adult in a kid's body. He's my best friend dad." My dad nodded his head. "It was the same with Mack and me. We hit if off right away and he became my best friend. It really made me grow up and the memories from my year here are some of my best." Neither of us said anything for a moment. I was wondering if my dad and Mack had the same kind of relationship as Smokey and me. That would be both weird and cool. "The answer to the question that's on your mind but you're too polite to ask, is yes," my dad said in a soft voice. "I don't think any details are necessary but I will say this. I have never regretted even one second of the time that I lived here." I was stunned. I got up and went quickly to my dad and hugged him as tight as I ever had in my life and the pressure was returned. The emotion, the love that I felt for my father right then was the strongest I'd ever felt and tears began running down my cheeks. "I love you so much daddy," I said, "that means more to me than you'll ever know. Thank you." He continued to hug me tightly and I could feel him shudder slightly right along with me. I finally backed away, wiping the tears from my eyes, and sat back down. Dad's eyes were red rimmed and a little watery. Neither of us said anything for a moment. "You know, I have been thinking dad. What do you think about inviting Mack's family down to Ravens Cay for Christmas. I'd really like to be able to teach Smokey something that he doesn't know anything about and scuba diving and stuff would be great. Grandpa is flying us down and there's plenty of room in the Lear." Dad's jaw dropped. "What I think is that it's a fucking brilliant idea Son, don't tell your mother I said that. "What's a brilliant idea," my gramps said as he came into the kitchen. "Colt asked if we could invite Mack and his family to spend the holidays with us on the island. Say's he'd like to able to teach Smokey something for a change." My grandpa laughed then ruffled my hair. "Wished I'd thought of that," my grandfather said. "I've been wanting to do something special for Mack for some time but you know how he is about people doing things for him and God forbid trying to give him anything. This would be perfect. Great idea Colt." "For what it's worth I've thought the same thing," my dad said, "and you're right. Trying to do things for Mack is a hell of a challenge. A trip to the Caribbean, since we're all going anyway, is perfect. I've got to run it by your mother first but I can't imagine that would be an issue." I felt a huge sense of pride that I'd made a suggestion that was met not only with agreement but overwhelming enthusiasm. My mom happened into the kitchen and went for the coffee pot. Grandpa suggest that I get Gideon up because breakfast would be ready in about 10 minutes. I left and went upstairs and into my room. Gideon was still asleep, face down with his arms wrapped around one of my big pillows. He'd kicked the covers down so his glorious little butt was hanging out in the wind. One leg was cocked up and his balls were clearly visible, resting against the sheet. Goddamn what a hottie he was. He'd said he wanted me to fuck him and seeing him right then caused me to think about that and my cock started to get hard. I would have loved to bury my cock deep in his ass right then and there. After I ate him that is. He just happened to roll over as I stood next to the bed staring down at him. His cock was rock hard, hanging in the air above his smooth taut belly. His balls were at full hang, the beautiful little orbs resting against his crotch. I moved over to the bed and bent over at the waist. Resting my palms gently on the bed I bent further and captured his boner in my mouth and sucked him. I breathed in deeply, taking in the heady fragrance of him, a sweeter smell than an older boy and very similar to Stormy. My brother groaned in his sleep then stretched and eventually pulled the pillow away from his face. "Fuck Colt, waking up to a cock sucking is awesome." I stopped sucking on him then moved up and bent over for a good morning kiss and boy did I get one. Gideon had an arm around my neck, a tongue in my mouth, and his other fondling my cock through my underwear. "Damn you're hard as stone." "Yeah, sucking an adorably cute boy will do that to me." Gideon giggled and kissed me again. "Then why did you stop?" "Cause breakfast will be ready in a few minutes so get your cute little ass out of bed and throw something on." I backed away, adjusted my boner, then went into my closet to grab some sweat pants. Gideon got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, his boner bobbing like a blind man's cane as he walked. Gideon came out of the bathroom a moment later, tugged some pajama bottoms out of his drawer and tugged on a t-shirt. "Will you fuck me tonight Colt? Please, say you will." "Tell you what Giddy. I can't promise about tonight but I promise you this. By midnight on Thanksgiving you won't be a virgin any more, how's that sound. "Awesome Colt. You're the best brother in the whole world." "No, you are." I tossed an arm across his shoulders and we headed toward my bedroom door.