Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2021 00:03:56 +0000
From: Adam Private <adamprivate14@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Man, the Youth, and the Boy/Chapter 4

THE MAN, THE YOUTH, AND THE BOY
By Adam Private

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CHAPTER FOUR
March 2026: Man Time
Told by the Boy

My name is Caleb. Today is my 12th birthday and this is my story.

Last spring, me and Adam and Lucas escaped the Nipah outbreak by hotfooting
it up to this remote cabin in Idaho. We don't really know what's going on
out there in the world -- like how many other survivors there are and stuff
like that. I get sad not knowing what happened to people like my mom and
Ryan. But truth is, I like being here -- I dunno why, but it feels like
home.

It's been a real long winter, but maybe spring is finally getting
close. The other day the weather was warm enough to spend some time out of
the cabin, so I was helping Adam muck out the hen house. Something made me
ask him when he first knew that he liked guys. He told me he started
figuring it out when he was about the age Lucas is now, which is 14 --
well, almost 15. He was surprised when I told him I'd known for years.

I knew it the first moment I laid eyes on my hunky second grade gym
teacher, Mr. Harris. On the first day of school he kind of sauntered into
the gym with a beaming smile on his face, and a shiver just shot through my
body. For sure I was impressed with his muscular body, but it was his
friendly face that I remember the most. My first thought was: I need to be
this dude's boyfriend. How do I go about that?

Well, it didn't work out with Mr. Harris, of course. He went on just being
my gym teacher, and then he broke my heart by getting married right in the
middle of the school year. And to a woman, no less! She came to the school
once and he introduced her to the class. Well, I fumed seeing his arm
around that schemer with her makeup and big man-stealing boobs! I know
that's a real goofy thing to think, but gimme a break -- I was only seven.

So I was forced to move on, and I began searching the faces of other men
for the same smile I had seen in Mr. Harris. Now and then I would spot a
man who would come close, and then I would go to bed that night thinking
about how good life would be if I was wrapped in his arms.

I guess I should explain this more. I'm not.....well, I don't want to
offend anyone, but I want you to know I'm not a sissy. I don't want to be
some dude's little girly boy or nothin'. I love being male, and I'm stoked
that my body is starting to change. I just want to be in love with a man,
and have him be in love with me. I hope that makes sense.

#####

I think I better start my story a few months before the great
escape. That's when my mom left me with Ryan when she couldn't stop
drinking. I know people think she was a bad person for leaving me, but I
figure maybe she did the right thing, you know? It made me sad, but it
would have been worse if she had brought me with her, 'cause she was real
messed up. She knew I liked the farm and I got along real good with Ryan
and Lucas. And -- well, of course, she couldn't have known it then -- but I
guess by leaving me there she saved my life. So that's how I'm going to
remember her, if its all the same to you.

I never knew my own dad and I never thought much one way or another about
any of my mom's boyfriends before Ryan. The first day she brought me to the
farm, Ryan was real nice to me, and I was pretty knocked out by his
looks. But I knew if I let myself crush on him too much, he would break my
heart -- just like Mr. Harris.

My mom had explained some things about Ryan, including that he always had
more than one girlfriend at a time. It was OK with her, she said, because
he was up-front about it, and the farm was a good place to be. She thought
it was a place where she could get herself together. And it seemed to work,
at least for a while.

So I decided it was OK to just let Ryan be Ryan -- and not my secret
love. He wasn't really like a dad, either, 'cause he just let me do, well,
whatever. In the end, maybe the best part was that he had a son about three
years older than me, who was different than other older kids I had
known. Lucas wasn't stuck-up or mean, and I felt right away that he kinda
had my back. Like his dad, he was real good looking, but truthfully he was
more like a bro than a crush.....I guess 'cause I always crush on more
father-type guys.

Well, things at the farm were mostly good for a few months, but then my mom
just lost it. I had seen her on some benders before, but.....well, to be
honest, I don't feel like talking about it much. But it was bad, and one
day, Ryan told her she had to sober up or get out.

I remember looking at her, and thinking how pretty she had once been, and
how worn out and scared she looked now. At that moment, she and Ryan both
knew -- hell, even I knew -- she wasn't strong enough to quit. Ryan told
her she wasn't capable of taking care of me right now, so he would, until
she got help. He didn't get angry or yell or anything, but just said what
we all knew was true. She tried to talk to me, to tell me it would be OK,
but I was confused and crying and just wanted her to leave so I didn't have
to smell the alcohol on her breath anymore. And then she was gone.

After my mom left, life at the farm was pretty low key. When Ryan wasn't
out in the fields, he was busy putting moves on chicks, and sometimes he
took jobs out of town. There were usually a couple of farm hands or
girlfriends passing through, but Lucas and I were were mostly left to take
care of ourselves. It was pretty cool, `cause it felt like I had a real
brother. I guess like a lot of only children, I had always wanted one of
those.

We played video games and stuff like that, but Lucas also taught me how to
cook things like eggs and pancakes and spaghetti, and he gave me a lot of
help in baseball, and sometimes even with my homework. We took the school
bus together, but if Ryan wasn't around, we had to rely on our friends'
parents to get to practices and games and stuff. Lucas always seemed to
know how to make all that work. He just took care of things.

But Lucas also had his own friends, and didn't always want a little bro
tagging along -- like if his buds Zach or Vince came over. And sometimes he
would chill at their houses, too. So I also spent a fair amount of time on
my own. I didn't mind too much, 'cause I like to read a lot and I usually
had Bones to keep me company, but it could still get lonely sometimes. I
also worried about what would happen if my mom came back for me, or if Ryan
decided he couldn't keep me anymore.

I'm not real keen on admitting this, but some nights I would rock myself to
sleep hugging my Spiderman pillow, wishing the pillow was Mr. Garcia, my
baseball coach and latest crush.

#####

One day last spring -- about a month before the outbreak -- I was playing a
video game while Lucas and Zach were shooting hoops out in the
driveway. When I didn't hear the ball bouncing anymore, I looked out the
window and saw the guys heading into the barn. It was a pretty warm spring
day and they had worked up enough of a sweat to strip off their shirts --
something they seemed to do whenever they had the chance.

I'm real careful not to be a pest when Lucas has friends over, but I was
super curious about what they were getting up to. I figured they were
probably gonna light up a doobie and didn't want me to know, even though I
had seen them raid Ryan's stash before. Anyway, I waited a bit and then
crept quietly around to the barn side door and snuck in. I hid behind the
empty pear bins until I could hear their voices coming from the wood shop
on the other side of this partition. Then I sidled over to the big
rusted-out tractor and slowly climbed up into the cab where I could peek
over the top of the partition wall.

And there they were.....standing together at the workbench looking down at
their cell phones, their basketball shorts and boxers pushed down around
their ankles. As I expected, the aroma of reefer was in the air, but they
had finished toking and instead had begun to stroke their cocks as they
chatted about pictures of naked girls on their screens.

I had seen Lucas jack off before in front of his computer, 'cause he didn't
hide it. But I hadn't seen him do it with another guy, and it sure got me
excited. My penis got super hard in my jeans and I started rubbing my bulge
as I watched.

At first I mostly had a view of their backs and naked butts, but in time
their focus shifted from their phones to checking each other out as they
jacked. As they turned more to face each other, I got a better view of
their boners. Both looked damn big to me, of course, compared to my own boy
dick, but Zach's wasn't quite as thick, and there was something else
different -- he was cut. I yearned to see them both up-close so I could
compare their junk.

After a while, I watched breathlessly as Zach reached out with his free
hand and started to rub the underside of Lucas' nuts. His eyes looked up at
his buddy, as if to ask permission to do more. Lucas hesitated at first,
then removed his hand from his shaft, and silently let Zach take over.

Zach's face was really flushed, and his lips were pursed. Lucas' cock
looked huge and his face gave in to the pleasure he was receiving. At first
I thought my adopted big bro might return the favor and start stroking
Zach's throbbing pole, but he didn't. Instead he raised his arms and put
his hands behind his head and thrust his hips forward. He looked really
hot. He closed his eyes and moaned a little, then started to mutter words I
couldn't make out with his sexy voice that was getting deeper by the day.

Zach kept working on pumping Lucas' meat while he continued to stroke his
own dick with his other hand. He eyes darted up and down between his
friend's face and pulsing cock. He was licking his lips a lot and I
wondered if he was going to lean forward and take Lucas' rod into his
mouth.

But if that's what he was thinking, he didn't work up the nerve. Instead
both guys began to breathe heavily. Then I heard Lucas mutter something
about how he was "gonna spew" and almost without further warning it
happened: The eruption of freakin' Mt. Lucas. I stifled a gasp as the first
of maybe five spurts shot out from Lucas' swollen boner and splattered
across Zach's body. This was enough to send Zach over the edge, with his
own unleashing of jock spunk. And all that sent a bolt of sensation through
my body and up into my rigid boy spike -- the closest I had come yet to a
dry orgasm.

I was dazed and felt almost faint for a minute. As I recovered, all I
remember thinking was.....oh holy hell, I can't eff'n' wait until I start
squirting that gooey white stuff, too!

(Now, a year later, I'm still waiting. Sometimes when I.....um, play with
myself, I give my nuts a little pep talk: "C'mon boys, I know you can do
it!" Yeah, OK, I'm a goofball.)

Well, after their bodies stopped convulsing, the guys shared an old shop
rag to wipe the spooge from their assorted body parts. Then they yanked up
their shorts, pocketed their phones, and turned to leave.

But as they neared the door of the wood shop, Lucas turned his head in the
direction of the tractor, and in a loud voice proclaimed: "Hey Caleb --
hope you enjoyed the show." Well, Zach did a double-take, and of course, I
turned beet red, but at the same time I could tell by Lucas' tone of voice
and his impish grin that he wasn't angry. In fact, I was pretty sure he
really dug it that I had been watching.

#####

Zach stayed over at the farm that night. Most times I sleep on a futon in
Lucas' room, but to make room when he has a bud over I'll crash on the sofa
in the TV room at the back of the house.

Well, sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and became aware
someone was standing over me. When my eyes adjusted, I saw it was Zach,
wearing a t-shirt and boxers. He was rubbing his crotch, sporting another
boner......only this time it was up-close.

He raised a finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet, but he needn't
have. He already had my full attention and cooperation. Then he whispered:
"Wanna have some fun like you saw in the barn?"

I immediately nodded, then stood up and starting peeling off my favorite
PJs -- the camo ones Lucas had outgrown. My eyes were riveted on Zach as he
shucked his undies and exposed his athletic body and rigid cock. We stood
buck naked in front of each other and gawked.

Lucas and I are both uncut, so I was mesmerized by Zach's foreskin-free
mushroom head and upward curving shaft. I saw a pearl of clear liquid
glistening at his piss slit, and remembered how Lucas had explained to me,
during one of his computer jack-off sessions: "It's called pre-cum. It's
like your body's lube to make pussy wet for fucking."

Right.....whatever. All I knew is it looked tasty!

Zach seemed equally interested in my not-quite-four-inch spike (that's
right, I measure it -- laugh if you gotta). Finally he moved up close to me
and started using his fist to rub our cocks together. His was so big in
comparison to mine that I'm surprised thinking back I wasn't embarrassed,
but Zach seemed so turned on, and I was so jazzed by his interest in me,
that I stopped worrying about my small equipment. Soon we started hugging
and pressing our boners up against each other's bodies. It felt so good
that I wondered if maybe I was dreaming.

Zach knew exactly what he wanted to happen next. He lay on his back on the
sofa and told me to turn around and climb on top of him so we were both,
well.....eye to cock, I guess you'd call it. He was probably about six
inches taller than me, so I had to stretch out a little and he pivoted his
hips some to bring his boner closer to my hovering face. I had no clue what
to do and I waited to follow his lead. It didn't take long as he took my
dick in his throat and started to suck. So right away I lowered my mouth
onto his throbbing pole.

Well, of course, I immediately gagged....just as Zach's teeth scraped
against my dick and made me yelp.

Looking back at it a year and a fair amount of cocksucking later, I gotta
laugh at how lousy we both were at it. But we adjusted and learned a little
on the job. I loved slurping up Zach's precum, and once I stopped trying to
go too deep, I just focused on his cockhead and succeeded in getting my new
sex bud to moan with pleasure. And although I was too shy to tell Zach to
watch his teeth, he took his clues from my physical reaction to what felt
good -- and what didn't.

After a while, with our amateur jaws aching, Zach had me turn around and
lay down next to him, and we started alternating between playing with each
other and ourselves. His arm was around me, and my head was resting on his
shoulder, and the warmest feeling came over me. I wanted more than anything
to kiss him, but didn't dare.

When Zach's breathing started getting ragged, my eyes locked onto his cock,
knowing I was gonna witness a real up-close cum shot. Zach took over
stroking his shaft but he grabbed my hand and cupped it under his nuts, and
whispered to me to just rub him real easy down there. I took the assigned
task to heart, determined to maximize his orgasm.

Have I told you how much I love seeing nut fly? Damn! It's just crazy how
it makes me feel. Zach wasn't quite as explosive as Lucas had been in the
barn, but no need to give out grades. I was thrilled as his first two
spurts shot up to his sweet jock chest, with a little side splatter hitting
my tummy. Just watching it set me off, leading to that same orgasmic
sensation I had earlier in the barn. Except this time my whole body
shuddered.

Well, I was basking in the glow, but as soon as Zach recovered from his
blasts he climbed over me, retrieved his t-shirt from the floor and used it
to clean up. Then he pulled on his boxers and turned to leave. I sat up and
my arm reached out instinctively and brushed against his thigh. He paused,
then turned to look at me. With a bit of a sheepish grin, he sat back down
and tousled my hair. He hesitated, then leaned forward and kissed me
briefly on the lips. I saw that doing it made him blush. Then he whispered,
"hey buddy, that was hot! And just between us, huh?"

I smiled as best I could and replied: "Sure thing."

After he left, I scooped up a bit of the jizz that had landed on my
stomach. I sniffed it and then tasted it. Not really what I expected, but
maybe something I could learn to love.

I pulled back on my camo PJs and lay down. Then I hugged my Spiderman
pillow, and had a little cry before I drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure
why.

#####

That night ended up being my only time getting off with Zach. There was one
more time before the outbreak when he stayed over, and I waited for him to
come play with me in the middle of the night, but he didn't.

But in that last month at the farm, I got closer than ever to Lucas. I
think maybe what I saw in the barn and what happened with Zach made me a
little bolder, so I started asking him more about sex stuff. And then,
instead of making myself mostly scarce when he got horny and fired up his
laptop to check out some pussy porn, sometimes I just hung around for the
show.

After my little barn-spying episode was exposed, I kinda figured out that
Lucas was really into showing off. I was happy to help him out by admiring
his body and j/o skills whenever he wanted. I also loved seeing him
interact with his porn. He tended to favor photos or short vids of older
teen chicks masturbating or maybe just posing and looking flirty. Sometimes
he would talk out loud about his big cock and how much they would love
having it in their throats and wet pussies and stuff like that. His voice
always seemed to drop an octave or two when he was talking dirty, which
really made my dick twitch.

I guess maybe while Mr. Harris and Coach Garcia (and later, Adam) awakened
the man lover in me, my encounters with Zach and Lucas awakened the teen
sex fiend in me.

Finally I got bold enough to ask Lucas if it would be cool for me to rub my
penis with him, and he grinned and said sure. After that it became pretty
much a daily ritual, especially when we were alone at the house. Usually we
would start by getting naked, which he really loved. I'd sit next to him on
the TV room sofa, and watch with rapt attention as he streamed some porn to
the big screen and went about the business of pumping out his amazing
loads. I felt like he really started more and more to put on a show for
me. I think he loved seeing his big meat next to my boy cock, and he always
grinned broadly when I gasped at the sight of his cum flying. When I told
him that my nickname for his jizz shots was the Eruption of Mt. Lucas, he
grinned and beamed with pride.

I wanted to do more, of course, but was afraid I might lose what we had,
which was too good to risk. But as our sessions continued, our bodies
started getting closer when we sat together. I thrilled at the feel of his
muscular thigh against mine. Then sometimes he would put his arm around me
for a while, and rub my head in a friendly way and comment on how my body
was developing real nice, and in a couple of years I would be able to shoot
cum just like him.

God, how I loved having a big bro.....and how lucky could I get to have the
hottest big bro in the whole damn world?

Sometime early the same month, something happened between Lucas and one of
Ryan's girlfriends -- this wild chick named Amanda. I'm gonna tell the
truth here: I didn't like her. And while I'm at it, some more truth: I was
jealous of her. I know it sounds childish to say, but I couldn't stop
myself from thinking: "Hey bitch! Get your paws off my big bro and jack-off
buddy!"

Well, my thoughts were not successful in thwarting Amanda's advances. Every
time Ryan was out of the house, she moved in on Lucas and flirted her
little tushy off. I don't know exactly what went down between them, but I
figure Lucas ended up scoring some of that pussy he likes so much. Whatever
happened, it didn't last very long; one morning, a couple of weeks before
the big escape, Amanda just split. I guess she got what she wanted. Lucas
was put out when she took off without saying goodbye. As for Ryan, well, he
didn't even seem to notice she was gone.

#####

And then it happened.

Ryan had been working in New Mexico for about a week when he called Lucas
on his cell. It was late morning, but there had been no school for a couple
of days 'cause of a custodian strike. Lucas and I were alone at the farm,
and had been having a good time, sometimes even hanging out naked -- just
'cause we could, which was so cool. Anyway, we weren't naked when the call
came, 'cause we were cooking bacon and eggs, and, as Lucas joked: "No one
likes a burned wiener."

I was kind of listening to the call in the background and could tell right
away that something wasn't right. At first Lucas thought his dad was
pranking him, but suddenly everything got super serious. I looked over at
my buddy and his face looked grim and pale. Ryan was doing almost all the
talking. I had the most awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I turned
off the frying pan and just watched Lucas' face and listened to his short
answers of "mmmmm" and "OK" and "I love you too, dad." Then the call
dropped.

I felt kind of numb as Lucas tried to explain to me what was happening, at
the same time as he was pushing me and Bones out the door and marching us
down the drive and across the road. He told me there was a new virus on the
loose, only much worse than the Covid one from back when I was in first
grade, and that we had to find a way to escape human contact before it
reached us. He said the neighbor guys had a place in the mountains where
maybe we could hide out. It sounded crazy, but I knew he was deadly
serious. Me and Bones struggled to keep up as Lucas strode up the long
drive, his face set.

I was already freaked out as we approached the house, but then before we
even got there, an imposing man appeared at the entrance to the open garage
door.

"Stop!," the stranger shouted. "Lucas, you need to go home, now!"

The man looked stern and his voice was forceful. I froze up, feeling
something akin to terror. After a moment, Lucas spoke, in his most
assertive voice: "Adam, we've been completely alone for two days, we're
safe." And then, after a pause: "You have to take us with you."

The man answered: "Lucas, I can't do that. Where's your dad?"

"He's been in New Mexico for a week. He had to take a job there. He just
called and told us to come here. He said Antonio would know what to
do.....that you had a place to go."

"Antonio isn't here. He moved out months ago."

There was a look of alarm in Lucas' eyes, but his eyes drifted to the
half-loaded truck, and after a pause, he continued, no less
determined. "But.....you talked to him. And you have a place to go."

"Still, I can't just....." Suddenly, I felt the man's eyes shift in my
direction. I was panicky, but did not look away. "Who is your friend?"

"This is Caleb. He's my....well, kind of like my stepbrother. His mom, she
had to leave a while ago, she was sick. I've been watching out for
him. He's OK.....won't be any trouble. Adam, we can help you. You...you
need us."

As they continued back and forth, I was busy searching the face of this man
-- who, it seemed, was our only hope for survival-- for signs of
humanity. He was an impressive guy -- masculine and well-built -- but he
seemed cold and unyielding. It didn't really occur to me that he was
dealing with the same life-altering news as us. Anyway, he and Lucas
continued to engage in this standoff for what seemed like the longest
time. It's crazy what kinds of things can pop up in your brain, but I was
reminded of this book I had read about wolves, and how a young male will
stare down the pack alpha to challenge his dominance.

Finally, there was a shift in Adam's expression.

"OK. Listen up. We have 30 minutes......."

After that, the conversation changed, and was all about what supplies we
needed to gather together for the trip. I tried to listen, as I wanted to
be helpful, but I couldn't seem to shift my focus away from Adam's face. He
no longer looked so stern, but I was still searching for.....something.

When Adam finally told us to head back to the farm to get ready, Lucas
hesitated, needing to be sure he had succeeded at what he had set out to
do. "You're not planning to ditch us, are you, Adam?"

In that moment, Adam's expression broke. It was only a hint of smile, but
it was what I had been seeking. My heart soared.

"No, I won't ditch you, Lucas. You were right. We're going to need each
other."

#####

As we rushed back over to the farm, Lucas said: "Listen. There's something
I gotta tell you......Adam is gay. But I'll protect you if he tries to mess
with you."

I was already in shock at everything that was going down, but this new info
kinda knocked my socks off. I didn't answer -- I was truly speechless --
but my thoughts were racing. In just a couple of minutes I had gone from
being terrified of this guy Adam, to having a crush on him (I wouldn't have
been able to even conjure up an image of Coach Garcia at that moment), to
wondering about the possibilities of, well.....returned affection.

When Adam had asked Lucas about me and looked me over, I figured he was
just deciding whether I was an asset or a liability. You know, calculating
if I was capable of carrying my own weight, survival-wise.

Right?

Well, I was getting ahead of myself, of course. A guy like Adam would never
have thoughts about a runt like me, whose marble-sized nuts still weren't
producing the goods ("Damn you, boys," I wanted to tell them. "You gotta
get with the program!"). What chance would I have with this specimen of
virility.....especially when a young buck like Mt. Lucas was around to
attract attention?

Well anyway, as me and Lucas starting moving supplies from the barn and the
house out to the drive, Lucas went on to explain how Antonio had been
Adam's boyfriend, and how he knew all about viruses from his work with the
government. Ryan had told him it was Antonio who insisted he and Adam start
preparing for the coming viral apocalypse.

But Antonio, it appeared, was now out of the picture, so Lucas said Adam
was our general......that we were indebted to him for our survival, and
that we would need to work hard to earn and keep his trust.

#####

By the time we got the truck all loaded up and hit the road, my brain and
my body were both spent. Once we got on the highway and it seemed clear no
one was trying to stop us, me and Bones were out like lights in the back of
the cab.

I must have slept for hours, 'cause when I woke up it was dark. I sat up
enough to see that the auto-piloted truck was barreling down a deserted
highway in the middle of nowhere. But my attention was captured by the
goings-on in the front seat. I could see that Adam and Lucas had shucked
their shirts, and based on the movement of their arms -- and what I could
make out in the rear view mirror -- were busy jacking their cocks.

Well, damn, this had been one crazy-assed day. Of course, my penis was
instantly rigid. I guess I felt a little jealous too, but the scene was
simply too hot to let envy ruin the fun. So, kinda like when I spied on
Lucas and Zach in the barn, I slowly shifted my position to get a better
view.

The guys were pretty worked up and muttering to each other about shooting
their man loads together. Of course, by now I was used to seeing Lucas'
tight bod and formidable jack-off skills. Adam, on the other hand,
continued to be a revelation. Yeah, sure, he had a great body, but the
throbbing of my boy cock was caused by something more than his
physique. What was it about him? His sensuality, his sparkling eyes, his
warm smile. It added up to.....what? A presence? I dunno what to call it.

Whatever it was, I knew he was the man of my dreams. He oozed manliness
from every pore. I was in love.

I resolved right then and there to do whatever necessary to become a
valuable player in this tribe, to serve our communal needs, and allow Adam
to be my guide through this strange life episode. Even so, I wasn't gonna
just hide in the background if I didn't need to. I wanted a place at the
table with these two exceptional men.

So, when they finally erupted and their fireworks cum display was forever
seared in my brain, I didn't pretend to be asleep. Instead, I gasped and
shrieked with delight. Lucas didn't seem all that surprised, but I think I
nearly gave Adam a heart attack.

#####

It's been about 10 months now since the three of us began our life together
at the cabin. Well, the four of us, really, if you count Bones.

Our lives have changed so much, I don't really know how to describe
it. Everything about our former lives ended in an instant......friends,
school, sports, anything electronic.....not to mention stuff you take for
granted like a crapper that flushes! And then the abruptness of our new
lives, with everything we had to learn about survival, and chores that
never seemed to end. Then, the winter.....the short days and long dark
nights, confined together in this tiny structure, constantly bundled in
layers to conserve fuel, living in dim candlelight, with snow piled deep
against the doors.

But -- the bonds we've formed! Yes, I'm in love with Adam in a romantic
way, and gobsmacked by my good fortune at the mutual affection. But it's
deeper than that, even. Sure, we're all so confined that sometimes we get
on each other's nerves, and I maybe I feel a pang of jealousy when Lucas
loses himself in his dog-eared pussy mags. Yet, we've forged this life
together, this....family. I feel weird that the tragedy of the pandemic has
given me something I never had before, but I can't change that.

So, like I said, today's my 12th birthday, and Adam and Lucas took over my
cooking and cleaning chores, so I could just curl up by the stove and
read. Luckily, along with the survival guides that Antonio brought to the
cabin, a prior occupant left behind a bunch of dusty old books, and at the
moment I'm pretty deep into a mildewed copy of Oliver Twist.

The guys asked what else I wanted. Pretty soon it'll be time to close the
book and open the best present of all: The three of us are gonna burrow
under a pile of blankets, get buck naked, and make love.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR

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