Date: Mon, 08 Apr 2002 20:34:48 -0500 From: Paul Daventon Subject: Turning-The-Page-11 Chapter 11 Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities. It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it. Turning the Page Copyright 2002 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying this story, write to Paul at authorpaul@mail.com or authorpaul@hotmail.com. Synopsis Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike. Brian saves himself, but the friend kills himself later in remorse. Police Lieutenant Nils Berger investigates a possible bomb at Mike's place. Brian's family retainer, Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's reelection, that their relationship may be revealed. When Brian's father died recently, Brian found out that Adam is his step-brother. Nils two sergeants, Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni, Rocco's brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the story. Mike was in Brian's little car when Rocco, who hates gays viciously, and thinking Brian was driving, sideswiped the car, wrecking it. Mike is unconscious, not hurt too badly, and Brian was at his hospital bedside. Nils and Adam begin to realize that they love each other after a fierce love scene between them. While Mike was in the hospital, Brian stays by his side and meets Sean Pratt, Mike's nurse, who entices a very depressed Brian into sex with him. Nils is very sure that his sergeant, Rocco, ran Mike off the road and that he has been abusing his brother, Joey. Nils witnesses some of that abuse, accuses Rocco who knocks him out and escapes in Nils' cruiser. Nils takes Joey and Ben, the new couple, out to Mike's cabin to protect them from Rocco who has disappeared. Mike has awakened and soon is back to work. He meets Ben and Joey who are staying with Mike, Adam and Brian. Adam daydreams of the previous night with those two young men. Mike is accused by his Party County Chairman, because of rumors he'd heard somewhere, of Mike being a homosexual. (From the previous chapter ... ) Mike held Brian even tighter and started laughing, laughing hard, while he swung his lover back and forth. He laughed so long that Brian finally joined him in the hilarity of the moment. "Brian, you take the cake, that pleading tone of your voice is perfect. You know I'll never be able to refuse you anything, don't you. Don't you?" "Mike, I don't know what you are talking about," looking very innocent, "I swear I didn't have any ulterior motive, believe me." At that Mike started tickling Brian as hard as he could, finally getting Brian to break up. At that point, Mike just stood up holding Brian in his arms, walked them to the front door, "Would you be lock the door, lover?" Brian reached down, locked the door, then put his arms back around Mike's neck. He still wondered whether their relationship would ever be as before. Though he didn't show it, Mike was concerned about the same thing. He also was worried about his re-election, too. The two men stripped naked in the bedroom, preparing to lie down in Mike's bed. CHAPTER ELEVEN As Mike and Brian settled into Mike's bed, Brian was very apprehensive about Mike's feelings toward him because of his incident with Sean, which he felt he had to confess to Mike on his own. If Mike didn't bring it up soon, Brian would have to, if just to get something settled. Mike lay on his back, his hands behind his head while Brian placed himself on his side, half on top of Mike's body where he had nestled into Mike's shoulder and put one leg over Mike's left leg. Brian, from the position of his head, was very close to his lover's arm pit, the sweat and special male aromas of which were pushing his cock bigger and harder. Mike had his eyes closed, breathing softly and slowly, seemingly very relaxed but not giving any attention to Brian, his young, blond lover, his declared partner. Brian was becoming more and more nervous, his stomach cringing with his thoughts of what Mike might do, or not do, so much so that his breath was ragged, his nerves completely on edge. Slowly and gingerly Brian reached his left arm across Mike's chest, finally letting his taut muscles settle on the naked flesh, his hand curving around his side and back. Nothing. The young man couldn't help it, he tried not to cry because he didn't want to upset Mike any more, but his eyes overflowed, dripping on Mike's left pectoral, running down his side onto the sheet. Brian controlled his muscles so he wouldn't disturb his lover, trying desperately to control his tears, but with no effect. Mike's breathing hadn't changed, still slow and steady. Brian was becoming frantic, scared and more and more alarmed at what Mike was thinking about. Finally, he had no other choice. "Mike?" he whispered. "Mmmm?," Mike responded. Brian's voice shook, trembling, "What are you going to do with me?" More tears flowed from his eyes while he waited for Mike to answer his question. Mike's left arm slowly straightened above them, then lowered onto Brian's side, his hand ending up on his partner's exquisite buttocks. The pert, solid, yet malleable full mounds of his glutes received Mike's hand rubbing slowly from one to the other, his fingers just barely sliding into the deep cleft between them, a bit into that mysterious, murky dimness of Brian's rear entrance. The deep voice said, "Brian, what I'm going to do is paddle this handsome butt if you don't stop crying soon." He chuckled, "And I'd sure hate to hurt it, sexy as it is." Brian hiccuped loudly, trying to get himself under control, "Mikey, I'm so sorry, I feel as if I betrayed you with Sean, but I'll never let that happen again. Honest, Mikey!" He pushed his butt higher against Mike's roaming hand, hoping for some sort of absolution from his lover. Getting both his arms under Brian, Mike lifted and pulled his body up on his own body, lying face to face, his arms on Brian's back and butt, rubbing and caressing the naked young flesh, so hard yet so supple and soft. Brian still hesitated, not quite sure just what Mike would say. Mike softly kissed Brian on his lips, rubbing them with his tongue, kissing his nose, chin, forehead and cheeks where he tasted the salty remnants of his man's tears. "Brian, I was trying to decide just how I was going to tell you how I feel. The primary matter is that I'm totally in love with you, I love you with my heart, body and soul." He stopped, hugged Brian, then continued, "I'm sorry it happened with you and Sean, but I don't think it was entirely your fault or Sean's fault. I believe the circumstances at the time, my being in a coma and unable to comfort you were all reasons or maybe justifications, so my thoughts are to say - let's forget, go on and try very hard to stay faithful with each other. Ok?" "Oh Mike, " Brian squeezed the naked body under him as hard as he could, "I love you so much, and I'll be with you and only you from now on. Please forgive me, I'll be grateful if you will put it all past us. I'm yours forever." Mike turned them over quickly, ending up on top of Brian, holding him tightly and pushing his own crotch into Brian's. Raising up he said, "Brian, my fondest hope would be that our relationship will be entirely as it was when we came to Ohio, and I'll do everything I can to make that happen. Are you with me?" Brian pulled Mike's head down on his, their lips pressed to each others, while his hands roamed Mike's muscles everywhere, especially his full buttocks. "I am with you with everything I've got or ever will have." He put his mouth to Mike's ear, whispering, "Thank you, partner and mate. I love you, need you and thank God I have you." Mike's lips sought out Brian's lips to share their love, their togetherness and their loving passion between them while his tongue looked for Brian's, sealing their bargain with a torrid kiss. The two devoted men nestled and fondled each other, Mike still on top, Brian pushing his crotch up into Mike's, their cocks stretching and swelling beside each other, their pre-cum joining to slick up the shafts which they rubbed against their bodies. Mike sat up, his butt on Brian's thighs, his fist coupling the two cocks together and Mike started to masturbate, pumping the two heads, slippery with their juices, and sliding the silken skin of their pricks up and back, stimulating their sex drive to total rapture. He figured that Brian was about ready to shoot his load, his cock oozing hot passion and his labored breathing gave that hint. So he stopped jacking their cock. His own prick had been getting pretty hot and juicy. Leaving Brian lying on his back, Mike knelt between his lover's strong, shapely legs, smiling at the handsome face of the young blond who returned the grin, both feeling that they were back as one, united in love and spirit, sex and passion, minds in synch. Mike turned to his left side, picked up Brian's right leg, bending it toward Brian's torso at the hip and knee to place his foot on Mike's left shoulder. The older man's hands caressed and fondled his lower leg from ankle to knee, kneading the prominent calf, covered with very short, light blond hair, feeling with his probing fingers the dense muscles under the satin skin. Mike knew that Brian's skin would, as time passed, become thicker and tougher, not as silky or smooth, but for the present it was Brian's ravishing, sensual stimulation from him to his 'man'. The long, turgid shaft of the older man rested on Brian's crotch, burrowing beneath the younger man's own cock and scrotum, spreading his nectar among Brian's. Reaching to his shoulder, Mike took Brian's foot in his hands, massaging the muscles and bones, tenderly rubbing the sole, heel and balls of the beautifully sculpted appendage. With a sudden movement, Brian's foot was shifted into Mike's mouth where his tongue found its way around and between the small toes and the big, big toe, sucking each one separately and together, bringing blissful moans from Brian as he writhed on the narrow bed. His hands caressed his own pecs, his fingers twisting his large pale nipples while his head swung back and forth with closed eyes and thin lips pressed together. Mike could see the goose bumps on Brian's legs as he rubbed them, feeling the ultra soft light blond hair on his calves and thighs, and feeling the tense, hard muscles under that skin. After giving one leg and foot the treatment, Mike rubbed the bottom of that foot against his own cheek, kissing the smooth bare skin, following with the same treatment for the other leg. Pushing Brian's legs farther toward Brian's chest, Mike told him to grab and hold his legs as far up as he could, his knees almost in his armpits, his feet near the headboard. Spreading those legs wider apart, Mike got his head in between the thighs where he could plunge his mouth directly down on the huge drooling cock he found there. He sucked on that pulsing prick, pushing it back into his throat then out to the cockhead where his lips wrapped around the hot, swollen flange, licking all of it with his tongue. Mike loved the taste of Brian's pre-cum, a slick salty-sweet dry flavor, so slippery he had trouble keeping it in his mouth. Brian reached down to fondle Mike's head, smoothing his dark straight hair and touching the face he adored, a little tanned now, but still so handsome. Even while his mouth was sliding up and down Brian's prick, Mike's eyes rolled up so he could watch his lover's face, smiling too, though it is a little difficult to smile with a huge cock stuck deep into your mouth. He managed the feat. Mike's hands were working the young man's buttock cheeks, massaging them, playing with the hard-soft quality of the flesh. After washing Brian's balls and scrotum in his mouth, Mike lay down with his head where he could lick and kiss Brian's buttocks, all over, soon sliding his tongue between the spread cheeks, he passed his pointed tongue over Brian's whole ass and up around the pink, wrinkled ass hole that was winking at him. "What the hell?" Mike spoke suddenly, "Brian, your ass is winking at me." He laughed, "Does that mean you like me?" "Damn right it does, Mikey, anything for you!" "Well, I better kiss it so it knows I mean it no harm, though I'm really thinking hard about giving it something to chew on." He looked at Brian, "How does that sound to you?" "Grrrr, you tease, I want you to make love to me, and to fuck my ass?" His face was so flushed, sweat on his forehead and his eyes were flashing at Mike's. "Please!!" Mike's tongue continued to torture Brian's nether mouth, tantalizing the crinkled light red lips until he finally pushed his stiffened tongue into it, lapping around the edges with saliva and his hot breath. Brian couldn't hold his body still, he writhed and wriggled with the excruciating attack on his nerve's feelings at that most sensitive area of his body. Mike was still manipulating his lover's formidable buttocks, grasping at the naked flesh, the seductive muscles which yielded but didn't give way. Grabbing the lubricant he had previously placed under the bed, that he had borrowed from Adam, took some on his finger, gently inserting that applicator at the entrance then pushed it directly into Brian's asshole. "Oh Mike, that's so good, come on now, let me have the real thing. I need it now!" Not wanting to delay any longer, Mike spread the lubricant over his cockhead and down the shaft a ways, pumping his cock a little, then he pointing the head onto Brian's asshole, tentatively pushing and backing until with a stronger effort, he sank his glans through the sphincter into where the flange hooked onto his ass. "That's it, Mike, now shove it in. Make me love it." With a sudden thrust of his hips Mike stuck his big cock completely to the balls in his blond lover's ass, feeling the tightening of Brian's muscles, the heat of his rectum and excitement deep in his guts, realizing his body was united with Brian's. He reached to lay on top of Brian's legs until he could put his lips on his lover's lips, his arms around Brian's chest, holding on so tight while his hips pistoned their phallic messenger in and out of his hot tunnel. "Brian," Mike panted, "I'm almost there, man, are you ready?" Brian's body was tightening all over, his tortured breathing and inner pressures had built to an erotic total rapture. "Oh, man, Mikey, I'm there, here it comes," he squealed, "I'm shooting my load - my all." Brian's cock started pumping, standing erect from his crotch, the spurts of semen, the white nectar of his seed, spraying his chest and Mike's also, soon both of them were covered with his outpouring of passion. "Here I come, Brian, feel me swell, feel me pound in your channel, feel the thick, curds of my nucleus - now - inside you, you and me, man, we're one, coupled, wed in passion." Mike was panting, his body slowly coming down from his erotic high. His cock slipped from Brian's hole, his cum oozing, following it slowly, and Mike let Brian lower his legs so he could lie full body on top of him, they could merge their selves in orgasmic delight. Before long Mike eased himself to one side, lying against Brian. He thought they should get up and clean themselves, but felt too tired. He also thought that Brian was already asleep. Well, they could do that in the morning. Brian was not asleep, although he appeared to be. He was deep in thought, finally feeling that Mike had come back to him, if not forgiven, he was willing to forget. Brian couldn't help feeling so wonderful with Mike's cock deep inside him, with his seed embryos germinating in Brian's soul if not in his body. He couldn't help hugging and squeezing his lover. "Thank you, Mikey, you are the greatest." "Come on, Brian, we need to sleep. We have to be up early, get busy trying to save my Prime Ass from the Hounds of Bigotry" They both soon slept deeply, just about the same time as Adam and Nils enjoying each other at Nils home, not too far away. "Do you want some coffee, or a beer, Adam?" Nils asked as he walked to his kitchen. Adam couldn't help watching his friend move naked, scratching his butt absent-mindedly, those hot, hot half globes of his narrow hips that drew Adam's eyes. He loved watching the beautiful man, very blond, very light skin, finely muscled though not huge, with whom he had just finished a hot, fantastic time of male to male sex, not rough, but tough, strong and vigorous. They particularly suited each other in body, personality and mind. "Whatever you are having, Nils, makes no difference. You've already given me everything that I've wanted, well, almost everything." Adam smiled, lying in Nils large, king sized bed on fine percale sheets and luxurious pillows and he was naked too, sitting up with his back against the headboard. He looked a little tired, but had so enjoyed their sex that he'd do it again in a quick breath. He was so surprised that Nils had become so addicted to being royally screwed. He loved it, and Adam was certainly happy to comply with his requests. Nils returned with two cups of coffee, a special blend he treasured but rarely served. Adam didn't know quite how special he was to his cop friend, but he knew he loved Nils very much and felt sure that the feeling was returned. He would like to live with Nils, but the younger man was not ready to test those waters. Setting the cups on the bedside tables, Nils climbing onto the bed, setting his butt beside Adam's in the same position, hips touching, their legs stretching out toward the foot of the bed. Adam wrapped his right arm around Nils' shoulders, his hand holding Nils upper arm, pulling Nils against his own side. Looking down at both their crotches, Nils smiled, then laughed, "Boy, those pricks sure look like they've been had, not going to recover any time soon." Adam grinned back, his eyes flashing with excitement, "Hey, Nils, I'd be willing to bet any amount that they would come back with just a little encouragement. You wanna' bet?" Nils' face actually blushed, the redness on his pale skin stood out so brightly, "I'd not bet against you, Adam, you are the hottest sex stud I've ever met. But, I still don't think so." Adam removed his arm from Nils' shoulder, slid his hand over Nils' lightly haired chest, over his firm, square pecs and pale nipples with protuberant nibs, then his ridged abdomen and finally through the fine blond pubes into his crotch where he found his lover's soft, uncut prick lying there, quietly. Gently, Adam's fingers played with his favorite toy, bouncing it a little, then pinching the foreskin between them, pulling it far above the top of the cockhead. He loved playing with Nils cock with its so soft, so delicate, loose skin, the only delicate part on that vigorous man. Nils didn't move except to slowly turn his head toward Adam's and smile broadly at his newly found lover, his only lover ever to tell the truth. How quickly he had come to love this genuine man, honest and sincere, so open and sometimes 'in your face', but never spiteful or unpleasant. Adam grinned back while his fingers kept up their flirting with peril as he tried to arouse Nils' slumbering penis. Finally, the prick started to move, sort of like a snake, slithering its way along Nils' thigh until they both realized that they'd gone too far to backtrack Nils flung himself onto Adam's body, holding him tightly while he pressed his lips tightly against Adam's, thrusting and plunging his tongue into and around his mouth while one hand searched for Adam's cock. He found it fully erected to its eight inches and bigger around, he thought, than he'd ever felt the pounding organ to be. Adam exerted some considerable strength and Nils found himself stretched out on his left side and Adam on his right side with his head even with Nils' crotch. His first sense of their positions came when he felt Adam's tongue slide under his foreskin, lubricating his cockhead and giving him vivid sensations of lusty desires and wild eroticism, his nerves shivered from his crotch throughout his body even to his head, his muscles reacting involuntarily to those tingles. His foreskin seemed to be on fire, the super-sensitive nerves on the inner surface stunned by Adam's tongue invasion along with the stimulation of his inflamed cockhead, awash with Adam's saliva plus Nils' pre-cum. Adam wrapped his lips around the cockhead and foreskin with his tongue of ecstasy still inside it. Nils finally realized that he was just laying there, absorbed his own sexual fulfillment without helping Adam find his release also. The jolts coming from his prick had so addled his brain that he felt in a agitated fog of ecstasy which was taking over his whole inner self. But he did realize that Adam's cock was there in his face, the maleness and sexual aromas gave him no where to go but to plunge his mouth over the huge baton projecting from Adam's fiery crotch. He also grabbed Adam's buttocks in both hands, gripping those cheeks with iron fingers, manipulating them to his own pleasure and, he hoped, Adam's too. Yet his fingers drifted into the deep cleft between, tracing the silky hair-lined fissure and in and around the rose-colored pucker which twitched at the touch of his fingertips. When he did that, Adam responded by shoving one thick, long middle finger up Nils' anal pucker, fucking him with it rapidly, working the saliva he'd put on it in and around. Suddenly the finger bent to form a hook with which Adam dragged the rim of the spasming orifice outward, then thrusting in to punch Nils prostate roughly. Nils almost came at that moment, but was able to restrain himself. Continuing to suck on Adam's drooling cock, he had another idea to treat Adam with, something he'd never tried but had heard about and wondered about. Releasing Adam's cock, he broke the silence, "Adam, you've got me so hot. I'd like to try something different with you, if you would go along with me. ." Slowly and with reluctance, Adam gradually pulled his mouth and tongue from Nils' uncut manly spike, loathe to leave his wonderful find, the velvet foreskin. He looked into Nils' excited face, "Well, tell me about it, man, what is it?" "Have you ever heard of 'docking'?" "Duh, Mike does that with his sailboat all the time, " sounding just a bit stupid, and meaning to. "Actually, Adam, 'docking' is putting our hard cocks together at the heads and then your dickhead is pushed inside my foreskin and we fuck each other's dick." He smirked, "I've read about it on Nifty, but never done it. Ok?" "Sure, lead me to it." He thought a moment, "But what is Nifty, Nils?" "I'll show you later. Bring that hunky body over here on your knees." In a moment they were facing each other on the bed, They were a little unsteady because of the softness of the mattress, but solved that by holding each other with one hand. Nils explained, "You can only do this only if one partner has his foreskin, and, lookie here, I happen to have my foreskin. See?" Adam nodded, still a bit amused. "Give my cockhead a kiss with yours, push it under my foreskin farther to cover your cock as far as it will go. Just shove it in, give me lots of sexy pre-cum, that will slick us up, make easy to fuck. Are you game to try?" "Hey, man, stop talking and let's do it." Moving closer together, Adam and Nils held their dicks, both as hard as possible, throbbing with each beat of their heart. Their cock lips slowly came together, kissing greedily, ready to pump their juices when they got hotter and sizzling as the urge came. Adam held on to Nils' powerful shoulders with one of his hands, massaging his muscles with his strong, nimble fingers applying strength and also his love for Nils. With his other hand he held tight to his cock, holding it steady against Nils' cock. Adam watched as Nils stretched his foreskin back toward his cock base, revealing his glans, shiny and bursting, the head lips Nils wrapped his right hand around his own swollen cock, pumping back and forth, then pushing farther so his foreskin covered his own cockhead. Gripping his foreskin tightly, Nils opened the skin, and pulled so that his foreskin was on Adam's dickhead and down his shaft. Adam couldn't believe the wonder of that limp, silky skin on his sharp, smooth rod, sending chills from his crotch straight up his body to tingle the scalp on his head, just the sight of his cockhead disappearing within Nils' foreskin. Nils foreskin wasn't long enough to cover much of Adam's shaft, but it went over his cockhead flange easily. Both men had become very excited and extremely aroused, these new sensations from their 'docking' had charged their cocks with renewed incentive. Nils kept his hand moving on their cocks, sliding the foreskin deliberately over both their glans, slowly at first but soon gathering speed. Adam looked down between their bodies at the unbelievable sight of the mammoth cock their two cocks made, Adam's cock tucked tightly into Nils' foreskin, and Nils' hand holding them together. "Nils, man, this is super, we're really fused into one - both of us as one by one huge cock." He looked directly into Nils' eyes, "You got me so turned on, you and me united into one, one cock and one person." His eyes moistened a bit, "Nils, man we've got to be together - I'm you and you're me." He cleared his throat, so excited and fired up, "Can't we be together, Nils, can't we?" Nils responded by putting his other hand behind Adam's neck, pulling his lover's head toward his own, mashing their lips together in an intense burst of down and dirty lust. With their cocks being manipulated by Nils' hand so hot and deep-felt, these lusty men easily inspired with each other so that their hips began punching toward the others, hoping to keep their cockheads inside Nils' foreskin. "N ... n...i ... l.. I ... c ... ming, " Adam was mumbling through his mouth around their tongues, trying to tell Nils that he was coming. Nils somehow muttered a reasonably clear "Me, too,." before their lips separated. "Ngh, ngh, " Adam was trying to stay connected to Nils' cock when his semen spurted from his hot prick around his and Nils' cockhead, "Oh, man, I'm there, come with me, Nils." He leaned forward to put his head on Nils' shoulder, one arm around his back, holding tight, the other arm snaking over Nils' prime buttocks, caressing and fondling them. Nils yelled, "I'm with you Adam, man, I'm with you." His whole body shook and shivered, convulsing as his cock sprayed his torrents of cum inside his skin combining with Adam's cum and flooding out and down to the sheets. Nils' hand was covered with jizm, white semen running down and around. They both looked between their bodies to watch their 'docking' come apart, their eyes meeting then in torrid gleams, then smiling widely just before they come together and fiercely grappled their bodies. Nils brought his hand to his mouth, licking up their combined juices. "Oh, man, that was the best, Adam. Thanks for playing my game!" Nils was rubbing Adam's back and butt with both hands, burning touches. Adam held on tightly, "Nils, that was one of the very best, you are the prime stud, couldn't we ..... " he lowered his head and mumbled, "I wish we could be mates, Nils, so we could be together all the time." Looking up, his brown eyes stared into Nils' vivid blue ones, searching them for some willingness to accept Adam's plea. Nils grasped his lover to his body again. "Adam, please be patient. I'd like to have that connection with you, I'm so afraid that my job would be forfeited." He kissed Adam, sending his tongue inside to plead his case, then said, "You must know that I want us to be together as much as you do, I just need some time. Will you wait?" Adam broke the kiss, smiled as he said, "You know I'll wait for you, man, forever if I need to." The two exhausted but satisfied studs lay on the bed, still clasped together and slept. In the opulent apartment of male nurse Sean Pratt, Roy McLain, Brian and Adam's accountant/financial advisor/lawyer, slept peacefully and soundly, tired after his flight from Washington that morning and the afternoon's work with Mike, Brian and Adam on their financial affairs. After meeting Sean and going to his apartment, Roy felt a little uneasy. He wasn't too sure about Sean actually, wondering just what his intentions would be. Roy was not gay, but he had a pretty good idea that Sean was. Was it a guess, instinct or maybe just wishing? Of course Roy knew that Brian and Mike were gay and were partners, but he didn't know about Adam. Anyway, Sean showed Roy to his room, actually suite with sitting room and bath all connected. He and Roy had shared some coffee and sweet rolls before turning in, talking about each other's work and favorite activities. They found a common interest in old cars, cars of the 40s and 50s which they each had bought and restored to like new. Roy excused himself, showing his tiredness, made his way to his bedroom and shut and locked the door. He didn't feel afraid of Sean, but particularly wanted a good night's sleep without worrying. So he and Sean slept, well apart. The summer in Ohio was fading fast, but still the sun rose early in the morning, giving some beautiful scenes around Mike's cabin and lake, brilliant water and blue sky over the deep woods on his property. The sounds of the birds and insects along with some of the more vocal small animals filled the air, representing the flora and fauna Mike so loved about his land, and particularly the wild flowers still coloring the ground covered in pine needles. Mike and Brian were still sleeping soundly and wouldn't awake for an hour or two. Adam had stayed over with Nils and they would sleep a while longer, too. Mike would call Nils, since he knew Adam was there, suggesting that they come to the cabin for a breakfast buffet for all six of them. Now Mike didn't plan to cook it himself, he knew a great catering place in River City which would bring a sumptuous spread of wonderful breakfast food, even grits if ordered.. Since none of these men had to work that day, they could take it easy and enjoy the eating and the company. Joey and Ben had played very hard the night before, but got to sleep early and Joey was awakened by the noises of nature which crept into the cabin through the chinks between the logs. He disentangled himself from Ben's sexy body (they had slept in the same bunk) got up, stretched and opened the door to look out. The outside beauty and clear fresh air inspired him with an idea. They'd go swimming and wash in the lake. They both were covered with cum stains among other unidentifiable spots. The more he thought about, the harder his dick got, sticking straight out from his crotch, pulsing up and down a little with his heartbeat. "Hey, Ben, come on, let's go in the lake. We can swim a bit and wash each other." He looked to see no movement from his lover. "Ben, come on." Joey grabbed Ben's naked form, shaking his shoulders, whispering in his ear. "Come on, Ben, it'll be fun ... and sexy too." He laughed, "Come on, partner, let's do it." Finally Ben rolled over and looked at his mate, "Oh, Joey, I don't feel too good. How about you go swim and bathe and then tell me about it." "Oh no, you're not getting away with that. We both need a bath." Joey tugged on Ben's arm, pulling him upright on the bunk, feet on the floor. "Benny, I need you with me, Ok?" With a great effort Ben struggled to stand upright, but as he did, he let an almighty fart, loud and immediately garbage pit filled the room. "Oh, Ben, good God, that's poisonous for sure." He grabbed Ben's morning woodie, towing him toward the door, "Oh, wait a minute, got to get some soap, man." Joey went back in the cabin, returned in a moment, "Hey, I found some Ivory soap, that floats, so we won't lose it." He looked at Ben's grim face, "Come on, lover, be with me." Ben managed a pathetic smile, Joey knew he didn't feel good, but they wouldn't get many chances like this. He didn't this they'd be living at Mike's place much longer. The two young men both had morning woodies, huge and hard, and both had to pee. "We can pee on the way to the lake, " Joey laughed. They moved farther from the cabin, Joey with his arm around Ben's waist tightly, a little worried about his partner, "Hey, Ben, here's a good spot." Next to each other, Ben and Joey turned toward the rough grass and let go. Joey started giggling right away, with devilment in his eyes, turned to aim his stream at Ben's. Ben thought he was just going to merge their streams in some sort of brotherhood pact, but Joey kept going and started peeing on Ben's prick and crotch. Even though he didn't feel good, Ben had to return the attack and sent his stream on Joey's crotch and up his stomach, even reaching his chest. Joey tried to do the same, but his stream petered out. (pun intended) He pouted a little, then grabbed Ben and held him tight. "Oh, Ben, I love you," he caressed Ben's body solidly, but still gently. Ben returned the gestures, and "I love you, too. Joey. But let's get this over with." They started walking to the lake again, and Ben couldn't help it, but let another humongous fart, loud and long. He knew Ben couldn't help it, but Joey laughed raucously, trying to talk, to tell Ben he was sorry, but he couldn't get the words out. Finally, "I'm sorry, , I know you aren't feeling well." He smiled at Ben, "Please forgive me, but ... " he couldn't resist, "but you're polluting the whole atmosphere." Joey again hugged Ben carefully, certainly not wanting to squeeze Ben into producing another explosion. Ben finally saw some humor in the situation, "Sorry, Joey, can't help it." They both ran into the lake wanting to get rid of the odor of piss on their bodies. They rinsed, then soaped each other's naked body. Each of them enjoyed the feelings of giving and receiving a soapy rubdown, especially on their genitals and ass and asshole. Joey got another big hard-on, but Ben's dick stayed loose and floppy. After rinsing off, Joey and Ben solemnly held their bodies together, Ben facing the cabin and Joey facing the far shoreline and nearest woods. Joey suddenly spoke excitedly, "Ben, don't move, no, don't turn, just keep holding me." He paused, then, "Yes, I saw it again. Something is flashing in the woods straight across from us. Let's do this, we'll let go, rinse ourselves again, then we'll hold each other again, but this time you'll be looking across the lake." Ben followed Joey's instructions, and soon broke the silence, "Yes, you're right, Joey, I saw three or four flashes." He waited, then, "What do you think it is, Joey?" "Well, I don't think it could be anything other than some person over there, where no one is supposed to be besides Mike and his guests." He thought, "But I think we should just ignore it for now and go back to the cabin, Ok?" Joey had an idea, but didn't want to say then. Ben nodded, found the soap and slowly waded out of the lake, Joey at his side, holding him. Once in the cabin, Joey decided that a walk is what they needed, maybe work the farts out of Ben. He got dressed, but Ben decided he couldn't walk. "Joey, I'd like to walk but I think I better spend some time on the toilet. " He was blushing in front of his lover, whom he'd only know a few days. "Ok, Ben, I'll give you some privacy. Maybe our screwing last night gave you some real problems back there." He patted Ben on his enticing, full globes, "I'll take the path we took yesterday when you are finished and feel like finding me." He paused, "I hope you do ... and feel better, too." He smiled and left the cottage. Joey sauntered the narrow path through the woods, gazing in wonder at all the trees and plants, even a few little wild flowers along side, walking as they had the day before when they were just looking around, not really going anywhere. Soon he was moving among huge oaks and maples where the effects of the bright sun were filtered to a soft glow all around. He hoped that Ben would be Ok. Maybe I should have been more careful when I was making love to him, but he loved it so much. God, I'm so lucky to have Ben as a good friend and lover, even though we don't really know each well. He shook his head, no, I know he is the one for me, I know it. How could he go along with what we've been doing ...... Aagghh!!" Joey suddenly felt two huge, strong arms envelope him, around his chest holding his arms tight to his sides." "What the hell! Who is it!" He struggled against someone who was much stronger than he was. "Damn it, let me go!" He could do nothing, he was powerless and he was damned scared. "Come on, tell me what you want. I haven't got anything - no money, nothing." His attacker was silent, content for the moment to hold him and keep him from moving. "Joey ...." Immediately, Joey knew who it was - damn, it's Rocco, what's he going to do to me now, how's he going to hurt me again. What's he doing here in the woods? "Let me go, Rocco, haven't you hurt me enough. Please, Rocco!" "Wait, Joey, please. Would you please listen to me, please? I just want to talk to you. That's all." Joey waited, then thought, well, I could hear him out. "Ok, Rocco, I'll listen, tell me what you want to. Just please don't hurt me." Rocco started to loosen his arms, then said, "Will you stay here, Joey, please. Don't run away, OK?" "OK, Rocco, whatever you want." Joey was resigned to do what Rocco wanted. Come down to it, Joey still loved Rocco, no matter what he'd done." Rocco dropped his arms and released Joey, lowering his head when Joey turned to look at him. "Rocco, what is it?" "Joey, I'm here to apologize to you, for everything. I'm very sorry that I treated you so badly." He paused, trying to get control of his emotions, "I've loved you ever since we were kids and I'm sorry I didn't show it lately." "Yeah, like beating me up and fucking me whenever you wanted to. Like that!!" "Joey, I am so sorry I acted like that. I do love you, you are the only person I love, and that I've ever loved." "But, Rocco, what happened. Why did you do that stuff to me?" Rocco lowered his head again, so embarrassed to admit everything to Joey. "Hey, Joey, man, could we lay down here, it's so soft with the leaves and pine needles. Could we, just like old times, except when we lay on the rug in our bedroom." Joey felt some sympathy for his brother, no matter what he'd done to him. "Sure, Rocco, whatever you'd like." Joey lay on the ground next to a huge old oak tree on his back, looking up toward the top, probably some 90 - 100 feet up, through all the foliage, so mighty, so like his brother, Rocco. Rocco lay next to Joey, he wanted so badly to hold Joey, just once more. "Joey, I'll be good, but I'd really like to hold you, could I do that?" He seemed confused and abashed, not knowing just how to treat Joey, the brother he loves so much. Joey turned to look at Rocco, lying beside him, "Of course, Rocco, you can hold me, you must know that I love you no matter what." With that tears started rolling down Rocco's cheeks, 'You do? You really do still love me? Oh Joey, I'm so ashamed." Rocco moved nearer Joey, still lying on the ground, and slid one big arm under Joey's shoulders, pulling him to his own body. "Joey, you have been completely right all along, I am gay and have been fighting it for years. You know all those women I dated?" Joey answered as if he knew, "Sure, Rocco." Rocco looked very chagrined and again blushed, "Joey, I didn't get anywhere with any of them." He held Joey tightly in his arms, "I honestly didn't want to. I changed girls so often, not because I wanted someone new, but because I wouldn't do anything sexually with them. I just couldn't. I could do all the foreplay, but nothing more. "The biggest problem was explaining to them why I couldn't do it. None of my reasons ever convinced them. Don't know why they didn't tell the world, but they didn't. Maybe they didn't want to admit that I wouldn't do it, not couldn't do it." Joey hugged Rocco tighter, "I'm sorry, Rocco, I wish you would have let me understand. I would have, you know." "I know, Joey, and I'm sorry too. So very, very sorry about how I treated you." He smoothed Joey's hair, "I've been denying that I am gay, and unhappily I took it out on you." His dark eyes stared into Joey's equally dark ones, "I'm hoping you can forgive me, at least a little." Joey buried his head in Rocco's chest, sobbing, clutching Rocco fiercely. He finally controlled himself, "Rocco, if you will tell me you love me again, I'll forgive you for everything. I'm very scared right now because I want to keep you with me," he blubbered more, "I don't want you to go away." "I love you with all my heart, Joey, and always will. You must remember that no matter what happens to either of us." He kissed Joey on the forehead lovingly, tenderly. "I hope you will remember our good times together all your life." Joey frantically hung on to Rocco, sobbing again, "Rocco, you are sounding like I won't ever see you again. Tell that isn't true." Rocco gripped Joey's shoulders with one arm and his buttocks with the other, folding his body into his own as if he never wanted to let go. "Oh, Joey, we'll be together again, don't worry. We are brothers, aren't we? That makes us forever." A voice hollered, "Joey, where are you, Joey. I can't find you." Joey spoke softly, "That's my friend, Ben, you remember?" Rocco snickered, "Yes, he's a beauty, you are one lucky dude. I've got to apologize to him sometime." "Rocco, he's going to keep after me, calling and raising a ruckus. We better yell to him before he does." "But he'll call the cops and you know the spot I'm in." "Brother, I promise he won't tell anyone, honest." "Ok, you call to him." "Over here, Ben, I'm over here. Come over." Ben neared the two men and what he saw was two men, seemingly struggling on the ground by that huge oak. He immediately assumed that Joey was being beaten up again. So, without really thinking of any danger, Ben ran as fast as he could and ended up jumping on the big man who was hurting Joey. Whomp, whomp! Ben was pretty much completely out of breath after he jumped. He tried to get the man off Joey. "Ben, Ben, I'm OK, " Joey cried, "Get off of him, will you. Stop fighting, I'm OK." It took Rocco and Joey a few minutes to get Ben calmed down. Then they had trouble explaining what they were doing on the ground. "So, Ben, it was Rocco who was looking at us with his binoculars, the dirty peeping Tom." Joey laughed, "And we gave him a few good looking sexy shots, didn't we?" Ben spoke solemnly, "But, Joey, he hurt you, actually both of us, didn't he!" "Ben, Rocco has said he's sorry and begged for forgiveness. I love my brother, always have, and always will. He loves me and that's enough." Rocco spoke gently, "And Ben, I'm also asking for your forgiveness, too. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, you two are so beautiful and sure don't deserve any pain and suffering." Rocco couldn't help some tears dripping down his cheeks, "Since Joey loves you, I do too and I'm begging for forgiveness, if you can give it." "I'll tell you, Rocco, that if Joey can forgive you, I sure can too." He grinned, "How about a kiss. You are the sexiest hunk of a man I've ever met." He kissed Rocco right on the lips. "And your brother, too." He kiss Joey also. Rocco gathered both young men in his arms, holding tight, lovingly. Joey and Ben, on opposite sides of Rocco, looked at each other, smiled and nodded. They suddenly stuck their lips on Rocco's, sucking on them, sticking their tongues inside, wiggling them over his teeth and tongue. They also each took one of Rocco's ears, teasing with their tongues in the hills and valleys of the shell. "What you guys doin'? Rocco muttered in his delight with their attack on his ears.. Ben giggled, "Well, since we're all in love, we thought just a little bit of fun, and all you have to do is lay there and enjoy!" He kissed Rocco's handsome nose, cheek and chin. As one, the young men grabbed Rocco's already erect cock through his pants, feeling its huge size and length. Joey started working on Rocco's belt, button and zipper, finally loosening his pants enough to spread the opening, while Ben dug inside to grab Rocco's dick, pulling in out in the air where it stuck at least 8 inches straight up, solid and rock hard, cockhead bulging and purple. Ben and Joey alternated sucking the bulging cockhead and sliding their tongue up and down the rigid shaft, slippery with Rocco's precum drooling down the sides. Ben slid one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly and rubbing as hard as he could. Joey had the cockhead in his mouth, tonguing the silky, soft spongy flesh, bursting with pressure from inside, also trying to stick his tongue into the piss slit, squirming while trying to get inside the cock. His tongue wouldn't go in far, so Joey pulled his mouth off of Rocco's cockhead, stuck his little finger in his own mouth, getting it soppy and slippery with saliva. He grabbed Rocco's cockhead and squeezed it, making the hole open up. He held his little finger over the opening, then slowly and gradually pushed it down into Rocco's piss slit, carefully not to hurt him. "Ben, look here, look what I can do," he boasted. Ben saw that Joey's little finger was down Rocco's cockhole up to the first knuckle. "Whoa, Joey, damn that's hot - will it go farther in?" Joey tried and got the finger in a little more, but Rocco started complaining. 'Have your fun, guys, but I'm going to need that cock in the future, take it easy," he joked. After that, both Joey and Ben started sucking and licking Rocco's cock, taking it in their mouths and tonguing the whole thing. Ben even went down to Rocco's balls, licking and sucking them, taking them in his mouth, one at a time. He pulled Rocco's scrotum down and chewed on it a bit. Both young men soon realized that Rocco was about to come. They got their lips on the cockhead, pinching and sucking, licking and blowing on it. "Guys, I'm coming - watch out, you'll get a lot this time." They wrapped their arms around Rocco's hard, muscled body, so hot and tense under their care, until, with a loud roar, Rocco shot streams of cum, hot, slippery clots of cum in their mouths and sliding down his shaft. Rocco's body shook and shuddered with electric spasms of passion, he caressed his two young man, loving what they'd done. He felt so good inside and in his head, mainly because he'd apologized and was forgiven, they said they loved him. How could his life get any better. Well, he had things to do that night, so it might not get any better - ever. He was practically crying again as he kissed "his" boys, holding them close and wishing there was time enough for them to really 'get it on'. Joey faced Rocco, sadly. "Now what do we do, Rocco?" "I'm beggin' you two, please don't tell you've seen me until tomorrow. Let me have tonight and I'll give myself up. I just have something I have to do tonight. Can you do that?" Joey and Ben looked at each other, slowly nodding their agreement. "Rocco, you'll be very careful, won't you? Don't do anything dangerous. OK?" Rocco hugged Joey again, kissed him deeply on the lips, "I promise. Now you two get back before someone misses you. I love you both." The three men stood, Rocco gave both the younger men a good hug, turned around and walked swiftly into the woods. "Ben, I'm very scared for Rocco, so afraid for him. He's going to do something he shouldn't, I know it. I know him." "Come on, Joey, lets get back. I bet Rocco knows what he's doing, the best thing he could think of." Joey put one hand on Ben's shoulder, "Wait, Ben, how are you feeling?" He snickered, "Did everything come out all right?" And he laughed outright. Ben gave Joey a light punch on the arm, "Yes, it did, you dickhead, and yes, I'm feeling much better." He finally laughed too, "Now we're even, OK?" "Yes, come one, I'm starving. And maybe Brian will take us into town, drop me off at work and you at your dorm so you can pick up stuff. I think just in case we better stay out here with Mike and Brian for a while yet." "OK." The six men finished off the catered buffet breakfast in record time, then sat around the cabin, drinking coffee and had a good conversation among them. Mike looked around the room at the others. Ben and Joey were sitting close on the couch, holding hands with the clasped hands directly on top of Ben's crotch, moving slightly sometimes. Adam and Nils still sat at the table, chairs close together, Adam's right arm around Nils' shoulders, his hand holding tight to Nils' upper arm, while Nils' hand was spread over a large part of Adam's right thigh. He realized that he and Brian were sitting back on Adam's bed, Brian sitting on Mike's lap, nestled in Mike's arms, petting each other. He spoke, swing his arm wide to indicate the whole room, "Hey, guys, doesn't this place remind you of the YMCA lounge?" He laughed as each one checked out where the others were and what they were doing. "Now, Mike, don't be puttin' us down, man, this is the best I've felt in years," Adam responded, "and all you guys look damn happy to me? Right?" Smiles appeared on their faces as they all agreed in one way or another. The contentment of the group was evidenced by the silence that followed, each in his own thoughts, but all realizing he was right. Mike asked Nils', "Any news of Rocco yet?" Ben and Joey immediately looked at each other, then hoped no one noticed. "No, Mike, nothing yet. He must be holed up somewhere though we've searched every hideout we could think of, but we have other problems, mainly drugs." "Is there a big problem in River City?" Mike asked. "Recently, yes, lots of pot, uppers and downers, ecstacy, and some crack cocaine. We've got an organized gang distributing lots of it. We have one distribution site we're watching, but we want to catch the big man, or woman, who's controlling everything." Joey spoke up, "Is that where Rocco and Jenny were doing surveillance the other night?" Nils' looked at him, "Yes, Joey, now I'm not quite sure what we do to continue that." Mike and Brian stood, suggested there might be some help to clean up. The others immediately found important business they had to do somewhere else. Joey asked, "Could Brian take Ben and me into town. I should check the house and Ben wants stuff from his dorm room. We should be fine with Brian along. Ok?" Resigned to working alone, Mike agreed. "All right, Brian can take your Mustang and stay with those two. I wouldn't trust them not to find somewhere they can make out!" Both Ben and Joey blushed deeply, embarrassed fully, knowing Mike was right. Brian interrupted, "Mike, they'll be fine. I'll watch them like a hawk." He grinned. So, the result was that Mike had to clean up by himself. 'Oh well, he thought, if they're happy, so am I'. That night, all six of the same group sat again in the living room, finished with their day's activities and having a few beers. Their conversation was sociable with a good spot of teasing all around. Joey and Ben got most of the torment about their constant testing of male sex, stuff that Joey was familiar with but which Ben was not. They took the torment well, enjoying the bantering between these friends, their friends now. Adam taunted them again, "Guys, I was so happy to see this morning that you did know where your clothes were, and how to put them on. When I saw you yesterday, prancing in the woods, I assumed you had forgotten entirely." They all laughed at and with the embarrassed young men. At that moment Nils' cell phone buzzed, taking his attention from the badinage going on around him. "Lieutenant Berger here" He listened for a moment, then gave a look of sympathy over to Joey who was paying no attention. "Sergeant, tell me quickly what you have already done." His face darkened, then became saddened to what he'd heard, "Ok, Jenny, I'll be there as fast as I can. You called the SOC unit? .... Ok, that's good," he looked again at Joey, who this time looked back with a worried look, "I'll be here a few minutes, but you've done well. Keep me informed." "Bye." Nils closed his cell phone, his face so distressed and white. He walked over to Joey and sat beside him. By that time all the others were watching quietly. He took Joey's hand in his. "Joey, I'm so sorry, but that was Sergeant Svenson. She's been keeping surveillance at that drug property we've been watching." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "She heard shots, quite a few, just minutes ago, coming from the house. Taking her shotgun, she raced to the building. Inside she found five men shot, dead or very serious, a real massacre. I'm so sorry but Rocco was one of them. It looked as if he took on the four of them, did a good job, but he was hit. Jenny thought he was still alive, but couldn't tell much more. She'd called the EMS and the SOC immediately so she will have help very soon." Joey's face showed anxiety first, then complete distress to hear Rocco had been wounded if not worse. He looked at Nils, "We ... we .. saw him ... this morning," he sobbed, "in the woods and he and I talked." Tears running down his face, he stuttered, "He told me he loved me and apologized to me for hurting me ..... Nils, I do love him and I forgave him for everything. He said he had something to do, and would we wait until tomorrow to tell you that we saw him. Now I'm sorry we didn't tell you. Take me with you, Lieutenant, please, I need to see him, be with him." "Joey, I can't take you with me." He held up his palms toward Joey, "I really can't, but I will call and tell you where he will be taken. One of these guys can take you there. Ok?" Still crying, Joey nodded his head while Ben held him close. This happened right after he and Rocco had made up and both admitted loving the other, forgiveness all around. Why? his mind asked. "I'll let you know," Nils yelled as he ran out of the door, "keep up hope."