Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 19:19:25 EDT From: Lyndhurst Rutherford Subject: TAD'S STORY chapter 8 Dear Readers I hope all of you enjoy Chapter 8. I have been encouraged by all the fine e-mails I've been receiving, but some of you are a bit impatient. Let me just say that it takes me a while to let a chapter go, because of re-writes and tearing apart, and re-writing again. I will not release a chapter until I'm satisfied that I've given you the best that I can. So rest assured that I will not table Tad's Story, as some of you may fear. I love you all, Regards Lyndie Hello, my name is Lyndhurst Rutherford, or Lyndie for short. The following story is purely fictional. This is a concerns friendship, love, and sex between boys. If you are offended by my work, please don't read it. If this story is illegal because of your age or locality, don't read it. This, dear reader, represents my first attempt at writing short stories. If you do choose to read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all serious observations and critiques from you. Please feel free to e-mail me at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com. Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved. ------------ Tad Story..by Lyndhurst Rutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com Chapter 8 JUST ONE MOMENT, BOTH OF YOU! Those words echoed like hot thunder in my ears. By the tone in Mothers voice, I knew that we were caught in some trap. What had she found out? What did she know? In the second or two it took to utter those words, Father and I froze in mid stride. It quickly became apparent that Mother was quite angry, and all types of explanations flashed through my mind as Father and I looked at one another, then turned to face her. "Yes, my dear? Is there something amiss? "Father, would you and your son please sit?" Father and I quickly did as we were told and waited for the impending storm. My Mother was the dearest, kindest, most loving woman, the good lord had ever put on this earth. But, if you happened to be fool enough to be on her bad side, well...., heaven help you. Mother had never raised her voice beyond what was lady like, but even so, the tone of her voice was indeed enough. "There is something going on in this house, under my nose. For what reason, I do not know. But, my two fine gentlemen, I want an explanation. NOW". As Father was thinking about his reply, perhaps to choose his words carefully, as he valued his life, it was I that felt the need to take over the conversation. Perhaps she wouldn't be as hard on me, and I could pin point exactly what she knew. "Mother, I'm somewhat confused. Have we done something to offend you?" Mother glared at me a moment, as I tried in vain to give her my best little boy look. Suffice to say, it wasn't working. "Samuel, in the past few days I have noticed you and your father having these little talks that seem to end quite abruptly as I make an appearance. Then, your father takes both you and Thomas into London, on a Saturday no less, to conduct business. Now, it's not at all unusual for a father and son to have little man to man talks, as it were. And it was a trifle unusual for Father to conduct business on a Saturday, much less, with the two of you in tow. But what I do find highly questionable is standing at my bedroom window after getting ready for Sunday dinner, admiring this glorious afternoon that the good lord has been kind enough to provide, and watching my son carry his new friend over his shoulder, wrapped in a blanket, into the garage. His new friend, I might add, seeming totally oblivious as to where he's being taken. Now, my dear son, before I go out there myself and see to that poor child, perhaps there is something you would like to say in your defense?" BLAST!...BLAST!...BLAST! I was caught! Trapped like an animal with nowhere to go. My mind seemed to spin around me as I quickly thought of a possable explanation to provide. Oh, gads! There was none! What could I say to explain why I brought an unconsious Tad into the garage and came to dinner as if nothing was wrong? "Samuel, I'm waiting". "Dear, perhaps........." "Charles, do be quiet. I'll get to you in a moment!" Father tried to speak, but was immediately silenced by Mothers tone and his lack of knowledge. I looked at Father and threw up my hands, as if to say that there was no use concealing the truth any longer. After all, I didn't have to divulge everything. If at all possable, I would leave out the part about my love for Tad. All else was easily explained, but how would I tell my mother that her only son was in love with another boy? Would she be as understanding as Father? And what about Father? If my secret were to come to light, father's secret past was also in jeopardy of being discovered. No, I thought. I would explain only what was necessary. Slowly, I gathered up my strength and looked my mother right in the eyes. If she wanted an explanation, she'd get it. But she'd get it from SAM, not Sammy, or Samuel. "Mother, you want to know? Alright then, but please do not interrupt me until I'm done", I said, taking on a somewhat manly attitude. "Very well then. You have my attention" she said, not being the least bit intimidated by my attitude. "Father, you'll want to hear this too so as to be brought up to date. Well, it all started....................". I spent the next fifteen minutes or so, calmly divulging the whole sordid affair between Tad, Witherspoon, the opium, etc.,etc. When I was finished, Mother was in tears, and Father looked at me with a mixture of pride and relief. Proud of me for telling the truth, no matter the cost, and relief for not mentioning the parts we held in common. Well, after all, a man must have some private secrets, eh what? Mother looked at me for a moment through the tears in her eyes and promptly stood up. "Oh, dear, that poor, sweet, child! Samuel Hedge! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! How could you! How could you leave that poor child out in the garage? Quickly, we must get him in the house". With that, she rushed past me nearly knocking me down as she headed for the garage. For a moment, Father and I stood there dumbfounded, as Mother came back into the room. "Are you two louts coming or are we to let poor Thomas reside in the garage permanantly?", she shouted, before turning on her heels and going out the door again. I don't know why Mother needed us, for as soon as we arrived, she already had Tad in her arms and was rushing past us, back towards the house, saying something about how worthless Father and I were in an emergency. I was about to say something in return, when Father grabbed my arm. "Don't answer Sam!" "But Father, she said....." "DON'T ANSWER!" By the look in his eyes, it was better to remain silent than to risk your life with a stupid reply. Women!!!, I thought. Boys are easier. Father and I literally ran after Mother as she carried Tad into the house and up to my room, shouting for Annabelle as she went. Mother lay Tad on my bed as Annabelle appeared at the door. "Annabelle, quickly, bring cold compresses, wash cloths, and clean bed clothing. Also, we shall require that the cot be brought back in. Master Samuel will have to sleep somewhere". Annabelle had no time to react to the sight of Tad lying there, but the shock was apparent on her face. As for the cot, well, I guess that I did have to sleep somewhere. Although this is not quite what I had in mind. As Annabelle brought in the requested items, she and Mother started to remove Tad's dirty clothing as Father and I stood helplessly by. That was quite enough! My guilt was getting my irish up. I felt I should be doing these things for my love, not her. Cripes! I was jealous of my own mother! "Mother, I can do that", I protested. "My dear Samuel, do you think that this is the first little boy I've undressed? I seem to recall another smart mouthed young man, whose behind also required a cleaning now and again. I will thank you to mind your mouth and stand back. Father, do take Samuel downstairs. Why don't you go have one of those awful cigars of yours? Imagine, doing this to a poor little boy! Ooh, lord have mercy, if only that, that, Witherspoon were here I'd..., well, being a good Christian woman, I shouldn't have such thoughts, but.....". Mother rambled on and on, as She and Annabelle tended to my sweet Tad, and Father dragged me out the room. As soon as we were alone in the hallway, Father suggested that while Mother was otherwise occupied, it would give us time to go over the specifics of the situation. "But Father, it's not fair", I protested."I should be in there with him". "Not here Sam, let's go into my study". Exaspirated and angry, I complied with Fathers wishes and followed him unwillingly down the stairs and into his private study. Fathers study was a unique room. So being due to the fact that it was the only room in the house that was banned to all including Mother. It was, by all accounts, a male oriented room. Heavy oak paneling and desk, stock ticker, hunting rifle hanging over the fire place, Fathers briefs and papers scattered all about the desk, and the unmistakable stench of years of cigar smoke that permiated the room. Father closed the door, and walking to his desk, retrieved a cigar from a heavy oak box that lay in prominance next to the telephone. I literally fell, exhausted and angry, into the large overstuffed chair, next to the desk. We sat for a moment, in silence, as Father sat down behind his desk and lit his cigar. Father never spoke while lighting a cigar. It was something of a ceremony. The lighting, the first few puffs and such. Father took such great pleasure in his cigars. Finally, Father looked up at me with a look I had never seen before, and spoke. "Samuel, I'm dearly afraid that I've let you down. I...." "Let me down? Father, I don't understand. How on earth could you have let me down. You've never let me down. I can..." "Samuel, do shut up and allow me to continue. You see, it was I that told you that we must wait to see if all that Tad was saying was indeed the truth. I should have seen the signs. Something about that Witherspoon set the hairs on the back of my neck on end. I should have known better. Good lord, had it not been for you and this, this Sledge person, I dare say what may have become of your Mich..,er, Thomas, and....". Suddenly it became all too clear to me. He was blaming himself for Tad's state now, because he told me that we must be cautious and wait. I also saw that, time had done nothing to heal the wounds that Father still had over the loss of his Michael. But I didn't understand what one had to do with the other. "Father, what has Michael to do with Tad?" "Simply put, son, If I had done more, said more, argued more, with Michael, he might still be..............here today. Just as if I had tried harder to do something about Thomas....., Well, don't you see, you almost lost him due to my inaction". What???, He blames himself? The hurt in my Fathers eyes was evident. It appears that my love for Tad has opened old wounds that were never quite healed to start with. After all these years, Father still loved Michael. Now as I almost lost the boy I loved, he somehow blames himself for causing me to carry the same pain that he's carried for years. I always thought of my father as the strongest, smartest, person I knew. I always respected him for his strength, love, and wisdom. I thought that nothing could hurt him. But now I was begining to know that my father also felt pain, same as anyone else, had feelings of loss, same as anyone else. He was also quite human, same as anyone else. I knew then that I had never loved Father more than I did at that moment. I also knew that I was never angier than I was at that moment. Angry because, not only had Witherspoon destroyed Tad's family and nearly Tad himself, but now this unspeakably evil and vile representation of a human was getting my own family caught up in his malicious web. I never felt more pain than at that moment, knowing and feeling that my family had been violated. After thinking a moment or two, I stood up and glared angrily at my father. Somehow, I knew what to say. After all, I was this great man's son! "Father, how dare you blame yourself. You must never, ever, blame yourself for what was out of your control. Father, I alone, besides yourself, know how deeply you loved Michael. But knowing you as I do, I know that you did all within your power to convince him to go with you. But you can't punish yourself for what you couldn't control. Dammit all, Father, you couldn't drag him out of the mines. You alone must understand that it was God's will that it be this way. You told me yourself, over and over, that God has his reasons for all that occurs, and it's not always easy for us to understand. But we must accept that which is his will. Just as it was his will that Tad is still alive. But Father, also know that Tad is alive because of you". Father looked at me questioningly. "That's absurd! I did nothing", he said, slamming his fist down on his desk in a rage. "But, don't you see, Father? If I hadn't been in the warehouse, Sledge WAS! If you had not spoken to Commander Longley and alerted him to Witherspoon, Sledge might not have been there either. When I found Tad, Sledge was coming to retrieve him from that awful crate. Father, you did do enough! You did try as hard as you could. Just as you did all you could to save Michael. Now then, I'll have you know that I've always been proud of the man my father is, and I will not have you sullying his good name. Do I make myself quite clear, sir?". Father stared at me for more than a moment or two, puffing on that cigar of his, the tears welling up in his eyes. Suddenly he was laughing! Dear God, I just gave him the thrashing he deserved and he was laughing? What in the bloody hell was so funny??? He calmed down and looked at me. "You know, Sam, you'd make one hell of a lawyer?". With that, he was laughing again. We both were. Father stood up and came around to where I stood and hugged me with one of his bear hugs, amid peals of laughter mixed with the beginings of tears that we were both starting to shed. "Well then Sam. I'll call Longley in the morning from my office and we'll discuss the latest developments. Meanwhile, it's up to you to keep Thomas hidden". "Father, I do think that you should speak to Annabelle and have her warn the maids and the cook that not a word must be said of his being here to anyone". "Oh, yes. Quite right, Sam, quite right indeed. Now young man, suppose you go over the details with me once again, eh? As I'm sure that there were a few things not said to Mother". Father calmly listened, while I re told what had transpired this afternoon. Only on this go round, I told him the real truth. All about Mickey and Brandon. "Well then, it seems as though you've accidentally found two allies,eh? I surmise then that they know about you and Thomas as well?" "Yes sir, they do". Just then there was a knock at the door. When Father opened the door, it was Mother. "Well then, my fine two gentlemen, young Thomas is all tucked in for the night. Samuel, you may sleep on the cot and we'll summon the doctor in the morning". "Mother, please. No doctor. The fewer people that know he's here, the better. Besides, he'll be up and about in the morning". "Now see here Samuel, I........" "The boy's right, dear. No doctor. I forbid it! Sam, why don't you retire and we'll have a fresh start in the morning. My dear, please come in, I'd like to discuss something with you". As I left Fathers study, I couldn't help but wonder what Father wanted to discuss with her, in his study no less. He'd never allowed her in there before. Quickly, I bounded up the stairs to my room. As I slowly entered my room, there lay a sleeping angel in my bed. I must admit that Tad looked undoubtedly better than when I had last seen him. My room was aglow with the warm light of the oil lamps, and to look apon him, you'd think that there was nothing wrong. But, oh how looks can deceive. Slowly, I sat down on the bed and looked at every part of his beautiful face, sleeping peacefully as I brushed his hair away from his eyes. One would not even conceive of such a troubled life behind such a beautiful face. When my hand brushed up against his cheek, he was so warm. If only he would know that he was safe in my bed at last. Away from all that might harm him. Slowly, I lay down on the bed beside him, at once relishing the feel of his warm body next to mine. Turning on my side, I put my arm around him and pulled myself close to him and nuzzled my face against his neck, my nose drinking in the sweet boyish scent of him. Closing my eyes, I lightly kissed his warm cheek and neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Oh, my Tad. If only you were able to awaken now. How I'd tell you, just how much I adore you and need you. How I long to have you melt my heart again with your adoring eyes, to have your sweet, warm lips apon mine. To hear your soft giggle in my ear, and whisper sweet words of love in return for mine. For this moment, holding him was enough. Fear not sweet love, for as long as you are within my arms, know that I will protect you with my life. Were I to live a thousand years, never would I love another as I love you now. Quite some time had passed, when my ecstacy was suddenly shattered as I slowly became aware of a knocking at my door. I quickly got up and went to open it. There, standing at my door, was Mother. Her eyes were red like she had been crying, but she had a warm smile on her face. "Why Mother, is everything alright? You look as though you've been crying". "Oh, yes Samuel. Everything is quite alright dear. Your Father and I had just been discussing Thomas, is all. May I come in?" "Yes Ma'am, please". Mother came into the room and stood studying Tad. She looked as though she were lost in thought. "Samuel, sit down please, there's something I need to talk to you about", she said, as she sat down in the only chair in the room. So naturally I sat on the bed. There was a long pause before she started to speak again. "Samuel dear, I realize that you are no longer the child I thought you were. You are growing into a young man and are becoming quite able to make your own decisions, despite what your mother or father might want. I, ugh..,I had...I had a lengthy discussion with your father a short time ago, and he....,oh dear, how do I say this?" I was becoming sick to my stomach. I knew what she might have to say, and I knew that father had let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. I don't know why and was somewhat furious with him for doing so, but perhaps it was best said and out in the open. "Mother, please, just tell what it is that has you so upset". She looked at me for quite a time. Not in anger, but with those motherly eyes that spoke of love and worry at the same time. "Samuel, your father has confessed to me certain indiscretions that had occured earlier in his life. At a time when he had loved someone else besides me". I wanted to faint. Mother knew about Michael! Then it would stand to reason that she also knew about Tad and me. My only fear was that, I hoped father had not done permanant damage to the family that I hold so dear. "Mother, he told you of......" "Of Michael? Yes Samuel. He confessed all to me". "Mother, I..." "Samuel, your father and I have been together a great many years, and in those years, I've never known a better man, or a better friend to me, than he. Your father has always been a good provider, father, and gentleman, and I want you to know that I've always loved him and held him with the higest respect. To think that he would tell me this now, I must say, at first, I was taken aback. But then, I knew that he must have had alot of faith in our love to tell me". She paused and looked into my eyes, seaming to see my next question before I spoke it. "Yes my son, yes, I still love him. I still love him with all my heart and soul. There is much more to our love than can be undone by past history. What was, was. What is now, is now. Nothing will change that. Your father and I are as strong, if not stronger than we ever were". Mother was crying again. But this time she was smiling. Smiling through tears of joy at the thought that Father was more important to her than before. "Mother, to be that honest with you, well, he must love you and trust you, dearly". "Oh, he does, my dear son. He does. And I, him". "You know Samuel, you are ever so much like him, that...." "Mother, I......, I didn't know how to tell you about.....uh.." "About the fact that you love Thomas?" As I started to cry like the child that I still was inside, it felt like the whole world was suddenly crashing about me. What would she do? Would she hate me? I couldn't bear that. I loved Mother to much to lose her love and respect. Mother came and sat beside me on the bed and put her arms around me, holding me close to her, like when I was little and scraped my knee. Stroking my hair and kissing my cheek. I can still recall the smell of her perfume as she held me tightly. Mother just held me until I had stopped crying. "Samuel, this will not be easy for me to accept, but you are my only son and I love you more than any mother could love her own child. I don't want to see you hurt, and perhaps you won't be. Perhaps you'll grow out of this, perhaps not. You are old enough to start making your own choices in life, and rather than lose you due to misunderstanding and forcing you to be anything your not, I choose to love you and help guide you. Sam...I will stand behind you, but just give me time, time to adjust and understand. But never forget that I love you". That did it. We were both crying now. Holding each other and crying like two fools. I'd remember this my entire life, and thank God each time that I had the parents that I did. "Samuel, do you really lo...,love him, or do you just feel sorry for him?" "Oh, lord yes Mother, I do so adore him. With all my heart and soul. I loved him long before I knew what his troubles were. But now, his troubles are mine". She looked at me, this time with concern in her eyes. "He is a handsome little devil, isn't he?", she said as she smiled. "I think so Mother, he's so beautiful". "Well then, Samuel. I shall take my leave, as it's late and I am fatigued. I won't ask though, where you'll spend the night. Just lock the door". "Mother! Really!" I think it was I that blushed now, at having heard my mother say such a thing. Mother just smiled at me and silently left the room, softly closing the door behind her. What a beautiful smile Mother had. No wonder Father fell in love with her. I rose from the bed and removed my own clothing and prepared for bed. I shut the lamps and went to the open window,looking out over the garden, illuminated by the full moon. Closing my eyes and relishing the warm summer nights breeze that just drifted slowly by. So soothing, so calm and quiet with only the crickets jabbering after their mates. Looking up to the sky I noticed that I could see all the stars in the heavens tonight. As if the good lord created this show just for me. "Dear God, please help Tad. I love him so, but he needs so much more.I know that you can hear me lord. Please help him", I whispered, but only loud enough for God and myself to hear. Slowly, I lifted the blankets and crawled in beside my love. Even though he was sleeping, unable to wake until morning, I was overjoyed to finally feel the warmth of his body next to mine. My bed was no longer the cold place it had been this morning. I turned on my side and gazed at this angels face, now illuminated by the full moon. I softly kissed his cheek saying good night, and that I loved him, and fell asleep gazing at him. I awoke with a start the next morning, as I slowly became aware that my nose was being kissed. Apon opening my eyes, I was staring into another pair of eyes. Two beautiful, warm, smiling eyes. "About time you woke up, lazy", said Tad with his usual bright cheeriness and a smile that could have lit up an entire solar system. "Who you calling lazy", I smiled back as I stretched out my arms to welcome him in. Tad crawled on top of me as my arms went around him, holding him closely as he giggled. "I'm calling YOU lazy, you, you, oh, you beautiful boy you". "Tad....shut up and kiss me,...please?" Tad's expression changed from smiling little boy to intense lover, as he closd his eyes and slowly brought his sweet warm lips down apon mine and kissed me with more passion than I have ever known. His hands coming about and brushing through my hair, as his tongue re introduced itself to mine as we held each other so close that I was sure we'd combine into one body. Breaking our kiss to breathe, his eyes still closed, Tad fought to regain his breath while whispering in my ear. "Oh,...Sam, I knew he'd do it. I knew he'd bring me to you. God Sam, I never want to leave you", as he started licking my ear and softly biting my earlobe. As my arms squeezed him tighter, my body trembled from his sweet kisses, and the feel of his body pressed against mine, as my mind tried to pull away from it's earthly confines. Somehow, as I held him and my senses drank in the scent and feel of my sweetheart, I knew that so much has happened to "us" while he lay asleep, that I had to bring him up to date. After all, with everyone that knew about us, it didn't seem fair to make love to him first. Perhaps he'd be furious about the recent developments and turn his back on me, but if he really loved me, I knew it wouldn't be for long. "Tad...Oh, God...please, slow down. We need to talk first". "Oh fiddle sticks, Sam...., can't we talk later? I need you now!", he whispered hotly in my ear. "No...ohh..God, Tad..." I managed, with what little remained of my senses, to push him off me. Tad sat up and looked at me with the sweetest little boy pout, those eyes drowining me, pleading with me to make love to him. He was so beautiful, sitting next to me, wearing only a night shirt, his blond locks in an unkempt mess on his head. I couldn't, not yet. He had to know. I couldn't keep it from him. I sat up face to face with him, as he waited for me to speak. I reached up and brushed the bangs out his eyes, as he took my hand and gave it an abundance of sweet little kisses. "Tad, stop.Please!" "Don't you love anymore, Sam?" "Of course I do, you twit, but you may not love me after I talk to you". "Well, get on with it, then", he said with an impatient glare. I proceeded to tell him that I knew of the row he'd had with Witherpuss, and about the warehouse, and how he'd arrived here. I haltingly told him of Mickey and Brandon and how we all knew each others secrets. Finally I told him about how Mother and Father also knew, and how very much he was loved by them. After I had finished talking, there was no response. Gone was the loving glow he had when he wanted to make love to me, replaced by an awful stare. "Tad, please say something". Silence. This boy's mind was so complex. All the emotions of hate, love, and remorse, rushing through him at once, like a runaway locomotive. Tad looked at me then, his sweet eyes gone grey and sullen. Somehow, he seemed far away. "Sam......I, I don't give a damn anymore who knows" he said, as the tears welled up in his eyes. Sniffling, he continued. "My family is ruined. Mother, yes, she's in good hands, but she'll never be the same again. My father is gone, my home is gone. All I have left,.....is..is...you". With that the dam burst and the tears fell. As he covered his face and sniffled, he cried, "I'm so lost, so confused. I have no one left". I couldn't fight my own tears as I put my arms around him, holding his head near mine. I picked his face up and looked deeply into red crying eyes. As I wiped his tears away and kissed his cheek, I told him that he had not lost everything. He still had me. "Tad, you still have me. You'll always have me. My family will be yours. Tad, my love, we have each other, and my parents do so love you. I know that your mother will one day be herself again, you'll see. Until then, hold on to me. I love you. Always will". Tad looked back at me, the tears starting to subside and the lights begining to flicker once more in his beautiful eyes. With a slight giggle, he looked at me and then hugged me as if it were the last thing he would do on this earth and whispered in my ear. "Oh, God, dear Sam. What ever would I have done without you? But one thing I do know Sam. I will get my revenge on that bastard. I'll kill him if it's the last thing I do!". I looked at him, and by the expression on his face, I knew he meant every word. "Now you listen to me Thomas Winslow! You are going to let the authorities handle this. I will not take the chance of losing you to your vengance, do you hear? Remember, vengance is mine, sayeth the Lord. Vengance is not young master Winslow's". "Then what is mine Sam? What is mine to do?" "Oh, Tad. You are a twit, aren't you? Yours is to love me, and let me love you". His eyes softened then as we gazed into each other. Slowly we brought our lips together, my tongue reaching out for his lips, tasting the saltiness of his tears. I watched as his eyes closed and I closed mine, while closing the gap between us as our lips melted into one. As we were still seated cross legged, facing each other, it wasn't long before I felt a warm hand creeping up my leg and under my night shirt. Soon, this warm, familiar hand had found it's intended target, as he began stroking my already hard boyhood. As we continued a warm passionate kiss, I brought my hands up his smooth silky legs and up the sides of his body, massaging the sweet warm skin of my sweetheart, as our breathing became heavier with sweet anticipation. As Tad continued to squeeze and pull on my penis, I found warm hard nipples that I could play with. At that moment, all thoughts of the day past had disappeared, as my lover and I found our sweet solace in each others arms. This is the way I knew it should be, the way I would keep it. I broke our kiss and opened my eyes to look apon my love as he returned my gaze with equal love in his eyes. Slowly I lifted his night shirt up as Tad giggled and raised his arms to help rid himself of this cumbersome garment that seperated me from my lovers beautiful nakedness. In lifting it up, his head and arms became momentarily trapped in the nightshirt, so I took devilish advantage of his vulnerability, kissing and licking the sweet warm flesh of his hard chest, finally ending up with his nipple in my mouth. Tad didn't even try to fight for freedom as he rather enjoyed being where he was, and what was being done. I recall how sweet he tasted as I sucked his hard little nipple into my mouth, and how his body shuddered when my tongue grazed over it. Finally, I pushed the still trapped Tad back on the bed. Oh, how sweet he looked, legs spread, arms trapped, his boyhood standing tall and proud, waiting..., oh God, waiting for me. I positioned myself over him and started a feast, the likes of which would please the Gods, kissing and licking every available inch of his smooth warm chest, working my way down his flat tummy with little butterfly kisses. I kissed his tummy until my tongue found his navel, which I licked clean with a hot tongue, savoring the taste and scent of him. This was not an easy task, since his breathing was rapid and his tummy was boucing up and down and vibrating with sweet boyish squeals of ecstacy, but I did manage to hold on to my sweet prize. Finally, Tad freed himself from the confines of his nightshirt, tossing it on the floor. His hands tried to reach me, but by that time I was to low for him to reach. "No darling Tad, you just lie there and let me make love to you. My darling boy, you've been through so much, it's my turn to make you feel good", as I kept on kissing and licking lower and lower. I could feel his hard boyhood rubbing against my chest as I adored him. His hips grinding it into me, rubbing between my breasts. Tad was in such a dilemma, what to do with his hands? So great was his ecstacy that his hands and arms wrapped themselves around his chest as he alternated hugging himself and pulling his hair, as his head swung from side to side, eyes closed, cheeks red with blushing. "Ohooo..G-Goodd...Sammm, my Sam. Ohhhh, you're driving me insane. Please, sweetheart, ohhhh,please.....dear God don't stop. Please,...kiss me lower........ahhhhhh....." I realized what my angel wanted, but I wanted to drive him wild just the same. Slowly, my kisses became little sucks as I made my way down the soft belly below his navel. As I went, I savored the sweet scent that always drove me mad with desire. That sweet smell that came from his young, hard boyhood. Eventually, I found myself unable to go lower, as his penis was rubbing the underside of my chin. I purposly avoided this sweet prize as I licked down to his testicles. But I found that I couldn't reach them. Suddenly, I had an idea. I sat up and slid my hands under his legs, behind his knees, and raised his legs up. "Tad, I want to show you something that I learned about". "Wha...., ohhh...now??? Oh, my darling, what, what can you show me? Only please hurry, ohhh God, I need you so, how can you leave me like this?" "Do as I say Tad. I want you to hold your legs up behind your knees", as I raised his legs up, exposeing all of his sweet, warm bottom to my eyes. "Why Samuel Hedge", he giggled in delight,"What type of evil thoughts do you have now? And what do you want with my bottom?", he pouted, while trying to catch his breath. "You'll see", I said, as I lay back down. My face was an inch from his most private of areas. I don't know why, but when I saw Mickey and Brandon, I became aroused beyond belief, and knew that I had to taste my sweet Tad. I started by licking his little testicles, one at a time, then sucking them softly into my mouth, while Tad was squealing in unbridled pleasure and writhing his sweet little bottom around the bed. I had such a sweet delight in my mouth. His testicles were so smooth and delicious that I almost swallowed them. I let them slowly pop out of my mouth, then brought my nose down to the spot between his testicles and his back hole and inhaled deeply, the scent of my angel boy. Seems I couldn't get enough of the aroma of him. I wanted to linger, to savor the sweet smell of my love, but then again, I had a better purpose in mind as I slowly licked this place on my journey to my ultimate goal. As his legs were held high, it afforded me a clear view of his back hole. So sweet and clean, and to think, only the other day, my own penis had been so sweetly accepted inside this place. I wondered what it would taste like, but thought that I should soon find out. Throwing all caution to the wind, my tongue found it's way down, licking just outside this magic place, then slowly, my tongue had a mind of it's own, as it wriggled it's way inside, tasting the bitter sweet of my angels love hole. It's quite difficult to describe in words, just how this made me feel, but I now knew why Mickey had done it. At no time in my life, save for actually having intercourse with my love, was I closer to him, than this way of loving him. Ohh, God I loved him so. I guess, thinking about it now, that two people must truly be in love for this to happen. Well, after all, I am deeply in love with my Tad. Tad was going berserk, moning loudly, hot words of love and wiggling his backside up to meet my searching tongue, as it slithered in and out of this tight hole. "Ahhhnnggh...,Sam....ohhhh, ohh, that feels soooo good. Oh god I love that tongue of yours. It feel soo, soo hhhot up inside meeee..Ugh,Ugh,Ugh,Ugh,Ugh,Ugh,ohhhhhhhh, yessssssssssss, Sam darling, ohh deeper, please!!! Ahh God, Sam, please come to me. Hold me please,before I lose my mind, hold meeee". Being very proud of myself for trying and succeeding, I obeyed my lovers request, lifting myself up and, sitting up on my knees, I gazed at a distraught little Tad. So beautiful, hair all messed, face red and sweaty, beconing me with outstretched arms to hold his sweet nakedness. Without any hesitation, I lost my own nightshirt and slowly slithered up the naked body of my boy lover and lay my nakedness atop his, feeling all of my sweetheart touch me as my consious world slipped further and further away. True, my world was now underneath me, wrapping arms around my neck and pulling my lips to his own, as he kissed me as hands played through my hair. Breaking our kiss for a moment, we gazed into each others eyes with unspoken words of love, as I felt to soft legs wrap themselves around my waist. I felt a warm, tender hand, reach down to lovingly grasp my penis and guide it to the place, where only moments before, my tongue had played it's own sweet song. Neither of us said a word, for we knew the dance of love, and two hands grasped the cheeks of my backside and gently but firmly pulled me inside, neither of us for a moment, taking our eyes off the other as we slowly became one and I was totaly and completely surrendered to my lovers body. Tad's legs locked themselves around me, as I moved my hips up and down, withdrawing and entering, slipping and sliding into the sweet inner warmth of my love. Then we placed sweet lips apon sweet lips, and tongues danced and played their game of catch me, catch me. When finally, air was needed, kisses were replaced by sweet words of love, whispered in each others ears, as hands roamed a hot journey across unattended parts of our bodies. Finally, the slipping, the sliding, became more than two boy lovers could handle, and sweet release was needed. Worlds collided and the universe crashed as two lovers crashed and pounded, pushed and pulled. Amid the throes and screams, words of love,and spent themselves, one deep inside his one true love, the other between the two, until at last both were satisfied just to hold on to the other, never wanting to let go, to remain in loves sweet embrace. At last we opened our eyes and looked at one another. Again I found myself getting deliciously lost in those sweet eyes, as I kissed the tip of his nose, and his cheeks, neck, forehead, and ears, receiving a multitude of boyish giggles from the angel beneath me. "I love you, Sam. I love you so. Don't ever leave me, please. I don't think I could live without you. If I tried, I'd be just an empty shell. Ohhh...God, you are my man". "No, my darling angel. I won't leave you. Ever! You see, I love you too, too, much. I know that I'd die without your love". "Sam? Where on earth did you learn that?" "What?" "Silly, licking my backside like that. It was, ohh, soooo good". "Oh, a little birdie, or rather, two little birdies taught me". "Two?? Samuel Hedge! You better not be running about on me, or else". "Or else what?" "Or else, I'll cut off your, your..., you know what!" He was so sweet. He was jealous ! "Don't worry you little twit, I'm not running about on you. Can't you see, I love ONLY you?" "You better keep it that way", he giggled. "If you must know, it's one of the things I saw Mickey and Brandon doing". Tad looked up into my eyes and ran his fingers through my hair and slowly started giving me hot little kisses all about my face and biting my ear. "What else did they teach you sweatheart", he whispered hotly into my ear. "If you really want to know, I'll show you". All of Tad's sweet little kisses had gotten me hard as a rock again, and when I lifted myself off him, noticed that he was also in the same state. "Show me what?" I just smiled. I knew what I wanted. I wanted HIM! As I got off, I scooped some of Tad's spent boy juice off his tummy and rubbed it all over his stone hard penis. Tad looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "Now it's my turn lover", as I recalled the position Brandon was in when Mickey made love to him. "Dear, sweet Tad, now it's your turn to make me yours, as I made you mine". As I got on my knees and thrust my behind up in the air, he looked at me, disbelievingly. "Honey, before I go crazy,....come,....please, make love to me now". "Sam, are you sure? You've never....." "Well if you don't want to, I......" "Ohh..,of course I want to. I just don't want to hurt you". "My darling, you could never hurt me. I have to feel you inside me, I have dreamed about little else since I was inside you. Please darling, come,...love me,....please love me. With that, Tad got on his knees in back of me. Putting his arms around my back he kissed his way down to my backside, as my consious slowly drifted skyward toward what I knew would be bliss. I put my head and shoulders down as my body trembled at his warm touches, quivered when his hot lips kissed me where I had never been kissed. Slowly I became aware of his hands seperating my cheeks,only for a moment as I felt his warm hardness, burrow it's way between them, as he rubbed himself slowly across the entrance to my hole. "Ohh.., God Tad. Ohhh, your so hot, my love. Please love me, now, ohhhh, dear God, now". Slowly, I felt him press the head of his penis at my hole and push ever so slightly. My mind became a mass of fire as he stretched the entrance to my body, slowly gaining entrance before stopping. "Ohhhh, dear God....Ughnnn, wh...why are you stopping, ohhh...." "Slowly, my love, Oh...Sam, Ohhhh sooo slow,uhhgg, ohh, God you are myyyy mannn,Yessssss...." But I was less than patient, needing him to fill me so badly, I pushed myself back apon him, capturing all his warm glory inside of me and clamping my muscles around him to prvent his escape. Aside for a moment of brief pain, the feeling of having him smooth every crease inside my sheath as he pierced me, was beyond what I can write here. It was then that Tad lay his body atop mine, wrapping his arms around my middle. His mouth, tenderly kissing any area he could find, and his hands reaching down to caress my sensitive boyhood. Just to hold him captive inside me, I knew of no other force on earth that could make me feel as I did now. I knew that I was so in love with him. Slowly, I relaxed my grip on him as he withdrew almost all the way, and then tenderly, slowly, slid his way back into the tunnel, as I pushed myself back to meet his hot thrust. Every nerve and loving feeling in my body was alive with a firey passion I had never known, as we continued our game of thrust and push, as our bodies became one, again, and again, and again. "Ohhhh....yesss, oh Sam I love you sooo, oh my man, my man. Looovee youuu...., ohh,ohh,ohh,ohh,ohh, uhhhhggggnnnn,oooooohhhhhoooo, ohh, God your so hot inside, my darling......" "Yesss, Tad, Ohhhh...pushh harder, Ohhh ughn, yesss, ooooh harder. Oh yess, sweetheart, I need you. Neeed you alll the way inside me. Ohhh God, Your so hot and big, feel soooo, nice inside meeee..." Oh, God, it felt that I should never return to earth. I recall having to bury my head in the pillow to keep the entire village from hearing my screams of ecstacy. I did so wish that we were all alone in a place that I could let my cries of joy be heard. "Ohhh....Sam, I...I can't last much Ohhh, longer. Have too...too..ohhh,Ohhhh Can't hold on". "Then come, my sweetheart, ohhh don't hold back, ohh yesss...fill me, fill me, pleeease, show me you love me, make me yours,...come on dear, yess,ohh...,yesss,yesss,yesss,yesss,yesssssssssss..., now Tad, now....., ohhhooo, I'm your's,I'm your's,I'm your's,I'm your's,I'm yooooouuuuur's,," Our union had reached the sweet peak as we pushed our bodies together in sweet, perfect rythem. With his fervered grunting I knew it was his turn as his arms squeezed me tight and his hands increased their speed on my penis as suddenly Tad froze and my insides became inundated with his sweet, hot, seed, filling me up to the very core of my being, as I pushed against him, using my muscles to caress every drop of his boy juice out of him and into my ravenous body. Yet through it all, his soft little hands never left me, and soon I lost all I had to the inside of his hand. "Ohhh God yesss, Tad, pull, yesss, my..., I'm going to, to....... ughnn,ughnn,ughnn,ughnn,ughnn,ughnn,ughnn,.............................................................ohhhhh Taaaad!!!!!......" What actually took but a minute or two seemed like an eternity, as my world shook and exploded and I was sure that I had covered his entire hand in my seed, as I released myself to my lover. A moment or two later my knees buckled and we both collapsed, exhausted onto the bed. It was so beautiful as we fought to regain our breath, with my love still embedded deep inside me, my body refusing to let him leave. I never wanted him to leave. I was now addicted to having my lovers penis inside me, always. But, as I always say, all good things come to an end. Tad soon grew soft and slipped out of me, leaving me with an ungodly empty feeling. My lord, I just wanted him back inside me, always. Tad stayed on top of me though, lovingly kissing my neck and licking my ear, keeping me warm with his own soft, sweet body. The last thing I recall before falling asleep again was my love whispering in my ear. "Oh, Sam,Sam,Sam,you are MY man". I awoke, in what must have been at least an hour later, still lying on my stomach, but with a beautiful angel boy beside me. Arms and legs wrapped around me. As my eyes focused, I stared at the beauty of my lovers face, so peacful in the warm afterglow sleep. Breathing so softly with his mouth open, and his bangs in his eyes again. In the back of my mind though, I couldn't shake the thought of what his face looked like when he said that he'd kill witherspoon. Was he capable of such a thing? With his emotions destroyed as they were, I would say that, much as I loved him, and the way that I knew this boy, I couldn't take my eyes off him for fear that he'd carry out his threat. I really had no idea what his inner mind was like at this point, and that is precisely what worried me. Somehow, I must be able to keep his mind occupied so that he won't slip into a depression at being couped up in my house. I must make it clear to him that he cannot be seen. I wrapped my arm around him and lightly kissed his nose, making him twitch. Slowly, I licked his sweet little nose and his eyes fluttered open. "Mmmm.....I had such a beautiful dream, Sam. Just you and I walking along the road, holding hands, sometimes stopping to kiss". "You mean like this sweetheart", as I slowly kissed his sweet lips as he murmered his delight, and kissed back. "No Sam, that was not at all like my dream. That was far better". "Tad, we've got to get down to breakfast before they come looking for us". "So??? I don't care. Let them know. Let them all know of how much I adore you". "Thomas Winslow! I for one am hungry. After all, I can't make love to you and not eat, where would I get the strength? Come on then". As I disentagled myself from Tad, we both realized that we had become stuck to one another with dry semen glue, and made getting out of the bed somewhat of an adventure in itself. Despite his protests, I got up and headed for the bathroom to wash up, soon to be followed by a sleepy headed Tad. We decided to take our bath together to save time, although this wasn't the wisest of decisions, as we spent more time kissing and carressing than actually washing. As we stood together toweling off, both of us gave the morning flag salute, new meaning. "Sam......are you going to leave me like this?" "Tad, later. I'm hungry and it's getting late. So if you don't mind, save it for later", I said as I left him in the bathroom to get dressed. What have I created? This boy was insatiable. Tad followed me into the room with a huge pout on his beautiful face. "You don't love me anymore, do you?", he said as he plopped down on the bed, his boyhood still stiff as a board and hard to resist. The sight of him sitting naked on my bed with a stiff penis was having an affect on me as well, as my own body betrayed me and began rising to the occasion, again! I walked over to the bed and stood before him, as he stared up at me with eyes that would make the cutest of puppies envious. I slowly dropped down to my knees, getting another close look at my loves desire. Looking up into his eyes, I began to think that maybe it would be a mistake having Tad so close. By the time this was all done up, I'd be an exhausted mess. But, then again, I knew that I craved him as much as he did me. Besides, we were young, and I'd find some time eventually to eat and sleep. I hoped. "I thought you were hungry Sam?" "I am." "Yes, but the question is, what are you hungry for?", he said with an evil giggle. "Lie back, and I'll show you". One last look into those eyes betrayed the passion behind them, as he lay back on the bed. My gaze was now focused on his sweet boyhood, standing at complete attention. Greedily I took it in my hand and, for a moment, studied it's beauty. So sweet and clean, so perfect. I studied every little bump, and vein that ran up the sturdy shaft to the sweet head, now turning a bright shade of purple as the blood flowed into it. In my hand I could feel it's soft hardness, as it pulsed in anticipation of what was to become. For a while, I kept my eyes open, as I watched my tongue move tentitivly forward, as I ever so slowly licked his shaft from base to tip. Dear God, how sorry I felt for those that would never experiance his musky aroma mixed with the sweet, flowery scent of our bath soap, and the taste, to which I had become entirely, delightfully, accustomed. It was just, that it felt so right, so good. I could never in a million centuries give up doing this for my lover. To show him how much I loved him, in this simple way. As I held him in my hand and bathed Tad's penis with my tongue, he was busy making up some little language all his own. Babbling something incoherant, as his breath came in short gasps, and his hands found their way into my hair. "Mmmm....you know, you have a beatiful penis? Ohhh, and it tastes sooo good, mmmm...", as I slowly sucked the head of it into my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around it as if it were a juicy all day sucker. "Ahhh...Sam,...Ohhhhh your making me lose m..my..my mind...." To answer him, I slowly sucked the entire length of him into my waiting throat, as my arms encircled his smooth hips. Now, and forever more, I had him locked in my hot embrace, curling my tongue around him, bathing his sweet boyhood as I lifted my head up and plunged down yet again and again, giving myself up totally to the pleasure of just wanting to please my lover. Tad mewed like a kitten, with soft squeals of passion between anguished breath as I became totally involved with sucking him into my mouth. I knew that I just could not get enough of that sweet taste to satisfy my desire. I had to have more. I so desperatly needed to have him fill my waiting mouth with his sweet boy juice. Tad's hands on my head spurred me on, as he pulled me forward and ruffled softly through my hair, as bucking hips spoke of his urgent need to let himself go. Harder and faster my mouth and tongue worked. "Ohhhh...dear God, Saaammm,.....ahhh,Ohhhh Ga..Ga..Ga Ahhhh, yessss....ohhhhh..I-I llloovvve yooou..... Sammm....MY GOD...SAM DARLING, YESS THAT'S IT OHHHHHHH..GOD YESSS,YESS YESS, IT'S HAPPENING.....ARGHHHHHHHHH, AHHH,AHHH,AHHH,AHHH,AHHH,AHHH,AHHH,AHHH,YESSSSSSSS...................." Then came the final sweet explosion in the raging firestorm,as Tad's body went stiff and strong hands forced a more than willing head back down apon him as he thrust into my mouth for the final sweet plunge. I delighted in feeling the pulse of his shaft in my mouth and knew that, all to soon I'd be tasting the hot, sweet, nectar that I urgently deserved for my hard labor. In the next second, nirvana was realized, as my hot mouth became filled with the sweet taste of my love. Dear God how I loved to taste him, I thought, as my mind spun out of control with feverish delight. I greedily ingested all that he had to offer me and slowly brought my mouth away from his boyhood, licking away the remaing dribbles of his sweet boy juice that had escaped me, and thoroughly clean my lover. I crawled up to hold his now, hot, trembling body, and cradled his head against me, brushing soft, golden, hair out of his eyes and leaving small sweet kisses apon his warm, blushing cheeks, and rocking him gently, to and fro as a mother would her new baby. Slowly his strong arms came around me and he held on for fear of falling off the planet, as his warm mouth sought out and sweetly kissed the nipples on my chest, and we cuddled in the soft after glow of our love. Funny how one's life progresses. Before meeting Tad, I thought my life to be complete in every respect. Little did I know, as I gazed at him, that there was a piece of me missing. A piece that I hadn't even known existed until after I had found it. Holding Tad in my arms, safe and sound, I knew that my life was complete. I knew that I indeed had everything. At long last, his beautiful eyes opened as he looked up at me and smiled. "I love you, Sam", he whispered, as we kissed, again, and again, and yet again. Oh dear God, how I could drown in those beautiful eyes. "Tad...?" "Mmmm....?" "You do know that you can't be seen by anyone? Otherwise Witherspoon will know that your not dead". "Yes. I know",he said sadly. It will only be for a short time, you know. Just until BIU can put a topper on it". "Sam, even when they do put it away, I've nowhere else to go anyway. But as long as I'm with you, I'll need no one else, ever". Such a sad remark, I thought. But, I knew that our love would see us through. It had to. It was all that I had to offer him. "Tad?" "Mmm...?" "Food! I need food!" "Well, Samuel Hedge, I thought you'd never mention it! Fine way to treat a house guest, starving him to death!",he said as we both broke out in uproarious laughter. Stark naked, he ran for the door. "Uhh, my dear master Winslow, are you forgetting something??" "Well, actually Sam, I neglected to bring anything to wear", he said with an impish smirk, while wiggling his cute little fanny at me. "Dear, dear, what a twit. Here now, I guess you'll just have to wear my things, won't you??" "Well, I guess, but I'd rather be naked with you around", said Tad as his sense of humor shone through his delicious smile. "And Mother and Annabelle as well, old boy??" "Ah, Well, I suppose I must then", he sighed. I ushered Tad into my huge walk in closet where I kept my wardrobe and told him that my clothes were now his, and to pick out anything as long as it fit that sweet little behind of his. Tad and I were soon dressed in mucking about clothes and ready to head down to breakfast. As I started to reach for the doorknob, Tad put his hand on mine and I stopped. As we looked into each others eyes, he spoke. "Sam, are you quite certain that your mother and father are aware of how you and I feel about each other?" "Yes love. Quite certain". "Well, are you certain they won't hate me?" "Yes Tad,quite certain. They love you almost as much as I do". "Sam...?" "What now???" "I love you", he said, piercing my very soul with those eyes. Oh,....those eyes. I kissed him again and then we were out the door. In the next few days that followed, it became obvious to Tad, just how much he meant to my family. The love and guidance that Mother and Father had always given me were also shared with Tad. My parents also took the time to have a discussion with Tad and myself, much to Tad's embarrassment, concerning the prejudice that we may face if the outside world should learn of our relationship. They made it clear that they understood us because they loved us dearly, but it would be best keeping it a secret from the rest of the cold, cruel world. Tad and I understood, in context, what they told us, but couldn't understand why the world would harbor such vial feelings against two people, whose only crime was that they loved each other. Never the less, we agreed to keep it in the family, so to speak. I knew from the onset that Father and Tad had always gotten on extremely well, but it was Mother that actually made Tad feel every bit a part of our family as I was. It also became quite clear to me just how special Mother and Father were. You see, it was one thing for them to accept Tad as a poor misbegotten boy that needed help, and it was another entirely for them to accept the fact that Tad and I were, at our young age, in love with each other. My parents accepted both without recrimination or prejudice. During this time, I tried everything I could think of to keep the both of us amused. It wasn't like today's day and age of CD's, computers, television, etc., etc. We had none of those things to keep a young person occupied. We spent our time reading, playing chess, and drawing pictures, and building things in the garage out of scraps of wood and things that were no longer needed. Also, to my sadness, I began to notice a change in Tad. A change for the worse I'm afraid. At first, Tad was his usual, sun shiney self, always getting quite a bang out of creating mischief with me that would drive poor Annabelle quite mad. But somehow the twinkle in his eyes seemed to fade, and he would become, more and more, lost in thoughts, never hearing what I said to him, and becoming quite short in temperment and gloomily sullen whenever he was jolted out of his little stares into space, as it were. By the end of the week he was content to take little walks by himself in the garden. I always noticed that apon his return he'd been crying. When I would ask him about it, he'd get angry and tell me that nothing was wrong, and to leave him be. I suppose I could have lived with that alone, but what hurt the most is when he would ignore me when we were alone. To be precise, he would pull away when I tried to kiss him or hold his hand. At night, in our bed, he'd turn over and go to sleep, just shutting me and the world out. I knew that if I didn't do something fast, I would lose Tad to his own demons. All the turmoil in his life was having a bad affect on my sweetheart. It was also having an affect on me as well. It was breaking my heart to love him and not be able to help. During one of Tad's little solitary walks in the garden, I brought the subject up with Mother. Mother and I sat out on the patio overlooking the garden with a solitary little boy wandering through it's midst. What a delightfully beautiful day it was. Sunshine, birds chirping, a warm summer breeze filtering through the trees. If only he could enjoy it. If only I could enjoy it with him. "Well, Samuel, what would you expect? Having his family ripped from him. Not being able to see his mother, and having to hide from the world. I dare say that I'm surprised that he's been able to keep himself together this long". "Mother, am I to understand that you expected this all along?" "Of course. Oh my dear son. You have so much yet to learn". "Mother, I..., I feel as if I'm losing him. I've got to do something!" "And how, may I ask, are you dealing with being trapped in the house all these days ?" "That's another point entirely, Mother. I feel as if I'm climbing the walls myself". Just then we were interrupted by Annabelle. "Master Samuel, you have visitors, shall I show them in?" "Visitors????" My heart jumped. Who would be calling on me? "Who??" "A master Brandon and a master Michael. Shall I show them in?" My heart jumped with relief and excitement all at once. I had totally forgotten those two. I jumped up from my chair and ran past Annablle nearly knocking her over. "Gracious me, Master Samuel!!! Go on, knock down a poor old woman !" At that point it didn't matter what Annabelle was bellowing about. All I knew is that I was overjoyed to see two friendly faces. Perhaps they could also aid me in bringing back the sweet boy I knew. As I quickly opened the front door, the sight of my two friends made me happier than I had been in what seemed like an eternity. "Come in, come in !", I shouted. "Oh lord, I'm so happy to see the both of you". "Easy now, Gov. You'll pee in you trousers if your not careful", said Michael. "How can you two be here? I thought you father made you work all the time?" "Well you see, it's like this", explained Brandon. "I'd had enough of being without him, went to his house and kidnapped him. "What???" "Brandy! Don't confuse the lad. I had a talk with mum and told her it wasn't fair, working all the time and I needed to be with my mates a bit. And then she's off to Dad and puts her foot down right proper she does". "Am I to beleive that you don't have to work any more?" "Well, no...but I can take a holiday when I want". "You mean, when I want, sweets",smiled Brandon as he made lovey eyes at Michael. "Brandy!!! Not here mate. Somebody could be watching us!" "Well, it's good to see that someone found the time to love", I said sadly. " 'ere now gov, why the droopy face?" I'm afraid seeing the two of them, so in love with each other had sent me thinking of the lonely boy that just outside my reach at the moment. I sadly explained, to the only people other than my parents that understood, just exactly the situation. I told them that if I didn't do something soon, I'd go out of my mind. "Well", started Brandon, "That's why we came calling today. Michael and I wanted so desperatly to get away by ourselves for a few days, so we thought we'd go camping in the woods. Then we thought that perhaps the two of you might like to go along?" "Oh, my god! That's it! It's perfect! It's....,it's.....", my heart dropped again as I thought about the danger of putting Tad out in the open. "It's what mate? Hey Brandy, he's gone daft on us again". "No, it's just that I hesitate to take him out in the open where anyone might see him and then he'd be in danger", I said sadly. "Naw mate, we thought o' that. I got this big old duffle bag with my gear. Ya' see, we thought if we put Tad in the sack an' make him look like part of the gear, they would only see the three of us blokes going into the woods. Once we were deep inside the woods, we'd let the little bugger out". "But Mickey, I'm not strong enough to carry him all that way". "Maybe, you're not", smiled Brandon, "But my Michaels' big enough and strong enough to do it", he said, giving Michael a little hug. I thought about what they proposed for perhaps a fraction of a second before my emotions got the better of me and my tears started flowing. No, it wasn't sadness that imparted this show of emotion. It was just that I realized for the first time, what loving friends I had in these two. How lucky I was. The answer was right on my doorstep. I knew that it was just what was needed to bring my love out from under the miserable cloud of desparity that hung over him. Perhaps he might even tell me the words I so longed to hear again. To hear that he loved me, and to gaze into those beautiful eyes once again. "Wha...,what's wrong now gov? Whatcha' blubberin' for now?" I looked at the two of them and opened my arms and hugged them both. "I do so love the two of you!" Then, nothing was said as they hugged me back. How lucky I was to have them both. "Well, come on then gov, go tell your boyfriend". I just smiled at him. I liked that word, "Boyfriend". I had never thought of that word, but it sounded nice. I led them both out to the patio, and as they both sat talking to Mother, I went to confront the lion in his den. I walked into the garden and came apon him near the very back, way out of everyone's sight. He didn't hear me as I approched, as he stood facing away from me picking a flower to death and staring out into space. As I moved just behind him, I knew he'd heard me but still hadn't turned around to face me. "Tad?....Tad, we've got visitors". "Sam, I really don't feel like seeing anyone at the moment, if you don't mind". "Tad, it's Michael and Brandon. Won't you please......" "I told you...I don't want to see anyone. Leave me be", he shouted. That appeared to be the straw that broke the camels back. From deep inside me the anger seemed to well up to an epic proportion. That was quite enough. It was time to be tough. "Now you listen to me Thomas Winslow. I've had just about enough of this nonsense out of you. How dare you shout at me!" I went up to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him about. Enough of this turning his back on me. Try as I might I couldn't turn him. He was a strong fellow at that, and just turned away again. I knew he'd been crying again, but none the less, I felt that it was time to face the facts. "What are you crying about?" "I'm not crying". "Yes you are Thomas Winslow. Don't you lie to me. Please, for God's sake, tell me what's wrong". "Nothing!". "Look Tad, Michael and Brandon have invited us to go camping in the woods with them. I think we'd have fun. But if you don't want to go, I do. So if you are intent with feeling so sorry for yourself, and you don't love me enough to talk to me, you stay here and I'll go alone". No response. "You know, you haven't told me that you loved me all week. I guess it's over between us". I turned to go, my heart breaking for having uttered those words. As I started walking away, I said one last thing. "I..I guess m..mmy boyfriend doesn't love me anymore". As I started to walk, tears streaming down my face and stinging my eyes, I was unable to say anymore. I resolved that he wouldn't see me cry. No, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. ".....Sam?..." ".....Sam?...wait..please??" I stopped walking away, but remained with my back to him, as I tried vainly to collect my voice that lay smothered with tears. "Sam! Please??? I love you! I do love you! Please, Please come back to me", he pleaded. Blast! Blast!, Blast! He'd gotten to me, as I turned about to face him, my tears flowing as they've never done before. Dash it all. I couldn't leave him. Wanting him so badly, I held my arms out to him, as he flew into my arms, holding me tighter than he'd ever done before. There we stood in the garden. Two crying idiots. Two fools in love. As he held me, kissing my face amid the tears, I thanked God that my world had come back to me. If it was indeed over, then so too was my world, and my life. "Ohh..My Sam. Oh god, please don't leave me, PLEASE! I love you so much. I can't live without you. I'm so terribly sorry. So sorry. Please forgive me? Oh...I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you". "No my darling Tad. I won't leave you. I'd sooner cut off my right arm than leave the person I love most in the world",I cried. "Oh Sam...,I don't know why I'm acting the way I am. I just can't help thinking about my Mother and what's happened, and the anger wells up inside with nowhere to go. I just feel so useless doing nothing, I..I....." As he babbled on and on, the words seemed to fly out all at once. All I could do was hold him. I looked into deep, beautiful, helpless eyes. How I hated myself for having spoken to him the way I did, but it had to be done. I just couldn't let him go on destroying himself. "Sam.....I do love you, I'm so, so sorry that I've hurt you". I looked into those helplessly beautiful eyes again, all tear stained and red from crying. He was so beautiful. How in the world could I not love him? "Sam? Please answer me. Do you forgive me?" I answered him the only way I knew to convay the love for him that still burned ever present in my young heart. I leaned into him and gently kissed those sweet lips. Tad's body shook in my arms as he closed his eyes and kissed me back. I felt so alive again. My world was once again full of joy, for I knew the love was back in my life. I would always remember though, how empty and cold it felt without his love. An experiance I should not want to encounter again. As we kissed and carressed each other, we were both starteled by two voices that had suddenly come apon us without prior warning. "Well then, will you have a look at this, Brandy". "Yeah, these two are at it again". "Hey gov, you want we should go and come back later, eh?" Tad and I were startled out of our wits, quickly letting go of one another. I was laughing at their small attempt at humor and Tad, well if he could have blushed any deeper shade of red, we would certainly have mistaken him for a tomato with blonde hair. "Hey gov, can anyone see us back here?" "Why no, I don't think so, why?" I didn't have to ask, for as soon as I spoke, Brandon had wrapped his arms around Micheal and they were soon exploring each others lips as Tad and I had been doing before, seemingly oblivious to our presence. I thought it quite an amusing sight, and Tad, well Tad was quite astonished to say the least. Staring at the display before him and blushing at the same time. As long as they were at it, I took Tad in my arms again and soon had him forgetting what they were doing and creating a display of our own. Ah, yes. Young love is so beautiful. After a while we stopped for fear Mother would come searching for us and slowly walked back to the house discussing our plans for camping out. Tad was my old sweet, animated love once again, as he discussed what we could do and eat and what not. They all got on so well, it was as if he'd known them all his life. Once again the black storm clouds parted and the sunshine of my life shone brightly again as he began making all these plans for our little sojourn. I couldn't help but smile at him. So proud was I to love this boy. Now then, all that lay before me was to convince Mother and Father to let us go! I'd have to convince them of Tad's safety and....oh dear, this wasn't going to be easy.