Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2006 04:45:41 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Brock Hard Part 1

The usual admonisions apply - if the subject matter offends, please look
somewhere else for your enjoyment.  This story contains male/male sexual
situations between father and son - ALL characters 18+ years of age!  Thanks
for looking in on my story! If you'd like more, let me know and check out my
other stories under Prolific Writers: xangel!  Thanks again!


          My name is Brock -- you know, sort of like "rock" but with a "b".
Some people get it wrong and I get called all kinds of things.  When my dad
and I were living in California, it was twisted up into all kinds of things.
  In Seattle, it was something else completely different and in
Massachusetts, still something else -- and well, you get the general idea.
As you can tell, we move around a lot.  My dad is a major player in the
technology world.  I couldn't really tell you what he does but I know he has
to be ready to move at the drop of the proverbial hat and I've always got
one bag packed and living out of another one.  You just never know when
we'll be on a plane heading out somewhere.  That's one of the reasons that
we're always renting places to stay instead of having the home with the
fence and dog and stuff.
	The place we're in right now is a pretty nice place but the town we're next
to is pretty small.  There are maybe two thousand people in the whole place.
  Dad says we're here because of a very small company started by three
college-age geniuses that just might take off big and his company wants to
back them.  He's a negotiator sometimes; did I mention that?  Anyway, there
isn't much to do here and since I'm home-schooled due to the fact we move
around a lot, I have a lot of free time on my hands.
	I'm an amateur filmmaker and fool around with video equipment and I really
like making movies on my computer.  It's a very creative outlet for me and I
have to say that my stuff is pretty good.  My latest thing is a sci-fi thing
that's up to thirty-five minutes long.  I'm shooting for an hour to begin
with but I have to shoot it as I come up with the story it so it's taking a
while.  Don't give up, that's the motto here.
	On this particular Tuesday, I was headed toward the old rock quarry here in
this little ex-mining town.  It made for some great shots because it was
barren and looked a bit strange in the right lighting.  Maybe I'd get some
good footage as the sun was coming up.  It was a little after four A.M. when
I got up and headed out and around 5 when I finally arrived.  Just as I was
settling into the nook of two craggy rock piles, I saw the brief blue and
red flashes of light and thought -- holy crap, what have I done, now?!
	"Did I do something wrong, officer?" I asked when the rather lanky deputy
got out of his car and wandered in my direction.
	"Not that I know of."
	"Ah...I see.  So, are you out here keeping the vagrants away?" I asked,
hoping to break what was beginning to be an awkward situation -- and I didn't
know why.
	"Not really -- just didn't have anything else to do at five in the morning."
	I didn't know how to answer.  I just sat there and waited until he was
about three feet from me.  He adopted the typical "officer posture", feet
spread apart a bit and fingers hooked into the loops of his belt, head held
slightly at an angle and eyes on me.  It made me uneasy but I smiled anyway.
	"You know how to use that thing?" he asked, indicating the camera I held.
	"I hope so or the last few months worth of footage will be for nothing." I
joked.
	"Uh-huh." He answered, his tone non-committal.  "It's awful early for you,
isn't it?"  He went on, looking around as if looking for a danger to emerge
from nowhere.
	"That's the best time to capture sunrises.  Hopefully this one will be
spectacular."
	"Well..." He began, again looking at me.  "You be careful; his old quarry has
some pretty dangerous drop-off points.  You could get really hurt if you're
not careful."
	"I will be." I told him as he dropped his hands from his belt and headed
back to his car.  "Thanks for the warning."  I told him as he closed the
door to his car.
	He sat for another thirty minutes in his car and when the sun began to peek
over the horizon and I started shooting, he seemed to be satisfied that I
was doing what I had said I was doing there and he drove away.  That was THE
strangest thing I'd seen in a long time but hey, small towns don't have a
lot to do so I couldn't really fault the guy now, could I?
	After I got my footage -- and some nice shots, I might add -- I headed back
toward town.  It was around seven in the morning and I stopped in at the
only diner in town.  It was one of those corner places where everyone
stopped in before work -- including my dad!  Spotting him in the far back
corner, I headed back to join him.
	"Where have you been this early?" He asked, partially reading the file he
held and partially talking in earnest to me.
	"Quarry." I said simply and slid into the booth opposite him.
	"Shots for your movie?"
	"Yep."
	"Good ones, I hope.  It's awful early to you to be up."
	"I think they're good." I told him, thinking over the omelet with bacon on
the side and a tall OJ.  "It might even be the opening shot sequence if I
can work out some of the color problems. It's got to look exotic."
	"You could try running it through the computer sepia tone.  That would even
out a lot of the tonal problems without actually changing the color."
	My dad was always offering suggestions like that.  He was very supportive
in that way.  I agreed and ordered breakfast.  Dad usually had about an hour
and a half to get to work at around seven so I knew we would have some time
to talk.  I brought up several things from the next move to the town
citizens and finally back full circle to the strange encounter with the
local law enforcement officer.  My food came in the meantime and I was
talking and eating at the same time.  As I forked my last chunk of omelet
and was chewing it, my father looked up from the rim of his coffee cup and
said:
	"Maybe he was hitting on you."
	I almost choked on my egg.  It was a comical quip that was just something
he WOULD say and at the moment it would do the most damage to my mental
equilibrium. I finished my bit of egg and swallowed a drink of juice before
retorting to my father's attempt at being funny.
	"He's hardly my type."
	"You know, I don't know exactly what your `type' is."  He said, looking up
from his coffee as if suddenly making a startling discovery.  "All this time
and I've never even thought to ask you."
	"I don't know if I have a `type', really.  Just someone who doesn't bore
the living crap out of me in the first fifteen minutes."  I answered back,
leaning forward a bit.  "I guess it would depend on the guy, you know?"
	"That makes sense."
	Dad had been cool with the "I'm gay, dad" bomb I'd dropped on him several
years back.  In fact, he didn't even bat an eyelash at the news.  It had
been very cool to be able to talk about things like my sexuality to my
father and I had to say, it was one of the burdens in my life that I was
glad had worked out the way it had.  He'd separated from my mother when I
was around two years old and due to his connections and my mom's infidelity,
got custody of me pretty easily.  I'd been with him since and things were
good.  I didn't lack the "female role model" or any of the "mothering"
stuff.  I was pretty well adjusted for the most part.
	"Have you met anyone here that you might like?" He asked, looking on the
table for something to stir his coffee refill.  "Anyone date-worthy, I
mean."
	"I thought there was one guy but he's strictly hetero-oriented after all."
	"Too bad."  Dad said to me, looking me in the eye.  "I have good news and
bad news.  Your choice for first delivery."
	"Hit me with the bad."
	"I have to work until after nine on Friday."  He said point blank.
	"Not too bad.  Nine is better than last week's eleven-thirteen."
	"Good news is that I have the rest of the weekend off -- and free of cell
phones, faxes, pages, and any type of technology."
	"Sprite!" I said to him, genuinely happy.  "I think I can get over the late
Friday, then.  Any big plans for that time I should clear the schedule for?"
	"Not anything I can think of.  I thought you and I might hit the country
roads and explore our surroundings -- maybe get some footage for your films?"
	"That sounds like it might work out alright." I told him, really glad that
he had the time off.  "Should I make dinner on Friday?"
	"I'm not sure right now but tonight, I'd like you to clean out that side
pantry and put some of that food in bags for the local charity drive.  You
know, things we're not going to use in the next month or so."
	"Are we moving?" I asked, not too concerned.
	"No.  I just don't want that stuff sitting around if we're not going to eat
it right way."  He said, draining his cup.  "I'll take care of breakfast.
You need to get back home and go over your German lesson again.  Your verbs
are a little weak."
	"See you later tonight then, huh?" I asked him as I worked on the rest of
my juice and the last piece of toast from Dad's plate.  "Be careful."
	And that was breakfast on Tuesday.  Dad was out the door and the toast he'd
left was quick history and I was thinking of how to spend the rest of the
day.  The German stuff wouldn't take long to get down; I was good like that.
  Heading to the library seemed like the course of action that would yield
the most results so I was out of the booth and heading in that general
direction after finishing Dad's water that he hadn't even touched.  The day
was just so that I thought I might need the extra liquid.
	The glass-fronted library doors showed my trim reflection as I neared it
but my normally blondish hair was given a darker brown look and my normally
green eyes were likewise transformed.  The soul-patch I had that grew around
my piercing looked darker, too.  I'd opted for no other facial hair but had
started trimming my side-burns so that they were slightly pointed along my
cheekbone.  I had to think I was pretty attractive.  What guy wouldn't think
so?
	Quickly finding the cinematography section, I grabbed a book and settled
into a nearby chair, intent on absorbing the most I could from the book to
spite the gnawing feeling that it would be a quick read.  Within the first
few pages of the opening chapter, I knew that this would not be one that I
would take with me.  A lot of what it said, I already knew.  Quite a bit of
it -- I didn't think was terribly important.  Finally, it was when I decided
to put it back that I felt best about it.
	"Not great, huh?"
	I looked to the other side of the stacks as I was about to put the book
back where I'd gotten it.  The guy on the other side looked through the
small crack in the literature and smiled at me.  I smiled back -- not knowing
really what else to do; quickly adding that the book hadn't been what I'd
thought it was going to be, of course.
	"Sorry..." He said with another smile.  "I'm not a library stalker or
anything.  It was just sort of hard not to notice what you were reading.
That's not the cutting edge on movie making for sure."
	"Rather than stand in the stacks and talk about this, why don't we hit the
outside?" I asked him, rather forwardly.  "Anything beats trying to glean
knowledge from outdated technique books."
	"I'm Colby," The new guy said with his hand outstretched as he came from
around the bookcase.  "You're Brock, right?"
	"Small town news item, that's me."
	"Yeah -- a home-schooled guy with a piercing who makes movies, the word gets
around rather quickly."  Colby said with a smile.

	Colby and I became pretty fast friends.  Come to find out, his parents were
teachers at the local school and he was home-schooled like I was.  He had
dark hair that fell in waves around his shoulders and dark eyes that seemed
to be windows to another world, sometimes.  He dressed in dark browns and
blues but never black.  He wasn't the typical "goth" type that likes to
pretend they're all somber and hung up on death.  There was just a
preference for darker colors and he pulled them off well.  There were times
when I would see him with a bit of eyeliner (the coal color that
accentuates) and that just made his eyes jump to life.
	He was smart, too.
	There were hardly any topics Colby and I couldn't talk about.  We spent
hours talking about comics, novels, theories on film and various other
things.  By Thursday of that same week, I thought I'd found my soul mate!  I
told my father about Colby the same night that I'd met him and Dad reminded
me of our talk earlier that day.  He also stressed the fact that I'd said
Colby was "nice looking".  I had to think that Dad was attempting the
matchmaking game and I steered him quickly away from that path.
	Thursday morning, Colby came over at around seven in the morning to meet my
dad for the first time and have breakfast with us.  He wore a pair of fitted
pants that were a rich chocolate color with a shirt that looked like it was
suede of the same color.  Boots that were obviously expensive but worn and a
belt that matched them completed his earthy look.  His hair was loose and
hung around his shoulders in soft waves.  He had put in all four of his
earrings and the ring above his left eye.  I had to admit to a small shiver
as he came through the open foyer door and into the breakfast room.
	"Hey Mr. Donner."  He said to my father politely.  "Brock's been very kind
to you in his talks about you."
	"As he has with you, Colby." My dad said, shaking the offered hand.  "Now,
you've got to give me the 411 on you in an hour or less.  Dig in and make
yourself comfortable."
	Thursday morning went smoothly with Dad.  I was pleased that the two of
them had hit it off so well.  When my father left for work, the chore of
cleaning off the back porch was assigned and I changed into a pair of jeans
and shirt to get to the task.  Colby changed into a spare pair of clothes
and we began the work together.  After several hours, the work was finished
and he and I were sitting on the steps of the porch looking into what was
left of the morning sky.  He sat on the edge of the step and I sat on the
one beneath him.  With all the casualness of lounging on a Sunday afternoon,
he leaned down and tenderly kissed my cheek.  There were no words just that
simple gesture.  I didn't know what to say, to tell the truth.
	Without a word, Colby stood behind me and went into the house.  Stupidly, I
thought -- I don't want to sit out here by myself -- so I followed him into
the small house and into the main bathroom where he began taking off the
borrowed clothes and piling them neatly into the corner by the door.  It was
almost as if I were completely under some kind of spell as I watched him.
	Crossing his arms, he took the hem of the shirt and brought it up and over
his torso, revealing beautiful skin the color of warm coconut.  A
soft-looking trail of delicate black curls crept up his stomach and onto his
chest to fan out across it.  He wasn't "cut" or "ripped" or anything like
that...but he was average and nicely so.  His hair was the last thing to break
free of the t-shirt and he shook it loose.  His free hand went to his right
nipple and I noticed a silver disc held in place by a thin silver bar that
went through the pink nub of flesh.
	He turned from me then, kicking off his sandals.  The water began to run
and the waistband of the pants went slack and I knew he'd loosened them.
Bending at the waist, he brought the pants down.  When he straightened, I
noticed a tattoo on his back that looked like wings.  They were sharp and
pointed like raven's wings and completely filled in -- black.  He was...winged.
	The perfect globes of his ass were rounded and plump and I suddenly wanted
to hold them.  Nice legs that were thick in all the right places and the
most perfect feet I'd ever laid eyes on -- and it wasn't until that moment
that I even entertained that I might have a foot fetish.  Even the guy's
feet turned me on.
	"Are you going to gawk at me or join me?"  Colby asked, not turning around,
not regarding me, not facing me -- but stepping into the shower.
	I stripped off my clothes rapidly, throwing them around the room like a
whirlwind had just kicked up and was taking them randomly.  Hurrying, I got
into the shower with him and he turned on the spray.  Warm water fell all
around us and he was the first one into it, wetting his hairy body down and
letting the water caress him.  Standing mute and stupid, all I could do was
watch.  Fantasy seemed as if it had come to life and I hadn't even known
this WAS my fantasy until I was taking it in.
	"Please tell me you've taken a shower with another guy before."  Colby said
playfully as he turned under the shower's stream.  "You haven't, have you?"
	"Just my dad when I was younger." I told him, a quirky smile coming over
me.  "Why don't you take me under your wing and show me what I'm supposed to
do."
	That did the trick.  Turning the situation around with humor really changed
the course of things.  It had the potential to be disastrous but Colby's
tender smile told me that I had said the right thing.  Soft movements of his
hands, arms, and torso brought his body to mine and his hands to both the
small of my back and the side of my face.  With a tenderness I'd never
known, he pressed our bodies together as his lips met mine in the same
spirit.
It was intoxicating.
After a long and soulful kiss, Colby gently turned me toward the glass of
the shower door with his left hand still on my stomach.  With his right
hand, he soaped my back and the curve of my butt before inching into the
crease between.  It was a sensation that was sharply soft and I shuddered
through and through with it.  I heard him snicker lightly at my reaction to
what he was doing.  He continued down my body until he'd soaped me
completely and then stood up behind me to softly whisper various things in
my ear about what he'd like to do to me once we were both clean.  He soaped
himself generously and pulled us both into the spray of the water to rinse
us clean.
He took one of my dad's Egyptian cotton towels and toweled us both dry with
it before leading me through the small house to my own bedroom.  Pulling me
onto the bed, he began kissing at me, his wet hair trailing delicately along
my body -- even to my feet where he stopped for a long moment before kissing
the tops of each one.  Again, not knowing I was even into feet until now,
the sensation made my dick throb.  I smiled at him as he sat up on my lower
torso and looked down at me.
"What were you thinking of?" He asked.  "Just then when I kissed your feet?"
I told him about my thoughts.  I smiled at how silly they must have sounded
to him but he just looked me in the eye and kissed my nose.  "The truth is
never silly.  I like that you trusted me enough to tell me the truth before
you spoke.
There was something about Colby that made me trust him.  I'd never been
talked to like that before and to say he was different would be the grossest
understatement.  I looked at him and felt something with him starting to
affect me in the pit of my stomach.  He smiled at me and leaned forward to
kiss me.  Soft - like the time I'd put my mouth on a rose petal just for the
sensation.  It was the nicest thing to have him kiss me.
Hands on my shoulders gently pushed me back onto the bed and his damp body
covered mine.  Hands slid along my sides and played in the hair under my
arms.  Legs covered with dark down slid between my own and parted them.
Lips trailed along my neck and I was taken out of my body by the blissful
feeling.
"Colby...I don't want to go..." I said in a whisper.  "You know..."
"I won't do anything you don't want me to."  He answered back.  "And you
stop me when you're where you don't want to go further."
For long, wonderful moments Colby and I kissed, touched, slid our bodies
against one another and explored almost every part of the bodies of each
other.  I found four small moles, two scars and one odd purple bruise on the
back of his right leg that he said was "normal wear and tear on the body".
He also had a smooth patch just above his left ankle where no hair would
grow.
"It's my unique mutation.  No medical reason why no hair will grow there --
it just never has."  He explained as we lay together, facing one another but
from opposite directions on the bed.  "Some mutants get cool powers -- I get
a no-hair patch on an otherwise hairy leg."
I moved my leg between his, holding his foot against my chest and lightly
grazing the top of it with my fingers.  I smiled at him and he smiled back,
brushing his long hair from his shoulders.  His toenails were almost
perfectly manicured.  No reason why that would come to my attention, really,
I just noticed as I rubbed his foot and leg.  He began to do the same to me
and it was nice.
"So, how long are you guys here for?"  He asked me after a while of
beautiful silence.  "I heard that your dad moves around a lot."
"I'm not very sure."
"You know this is the perfect set up to one of those after-school specials
or a Lifetime movie.  I fall for the guy, his dad says their leaving and we
have a tearful good-by scene at the end."  Colby said with a smile.
"Fall for me?" I questioned.  "Already?  We've not even HAD sex."
"Sex isn't all a relationship is, my handsome friend."
"I know that..." I countered quickly.  "I was merely suggesting that your
opinion of me was based on my incredible ability to resist your charm."
"That has a bit to do with it."
"I thought it might."
"When is your father coming home?"  Colby's question redirected our
conversation.  "It's past eight, already."
"JEEZ!" I said, looking past him at the clock on the nightstand.  "We've
been in here for five freakin' hours!"
"And that's bad?"
I stopped and looked at him.  "No...I was just surprised at where the time
went."
	Colby leaned across and kissed me again.  His hands closed around me and he
held me for the longest moment.  It was a nice feeling, to be honest.  I
felt as if things with Colby just might work out.  There was a nagging
feeling in the back of my mind that just wouldn't leave me alone.  What
Colby said about my having to move just as things were going well for
us...would that really happen?  When the kiss ended, I got up and went to see
if my father had gotten home, the thought still in my head -- what would
happen if things with Colby really began to work out and we had to move?

	Friday morning brought with it a thunderstorm that completely drown any
chance of my getting out and getting some footage for my film.  Dad had come
home late last night and before turning in, had covered Colby up with a
light blanket and then stopped into my room on the way to bed, himself.
	"You know, son," He began seriously.  "You could have let Colby sleep in
here with you where it's warmer."
	"He didn't mean to stay, really." I said honestly.  "I suggested he sleep
on the couch.  I didn't want to overstep things with you, him being a pretty
new fixture and such." I added.
	"He might be something special, huh?"
	"There's potential in the area of special...yeah."
	"Then he can sleep with you."  Dad said, leaning up off the doorframe.
"Otherwise, I might have to take him to bed with me next time."
	I smiled at the joke as my father told me good night and left my room.
Sliding out of my bed, I went slowly and quietly into the living room to
where Colby was lying on the couch.  Instead of waking him, I lifted the
light blanket and slid in beside of him, wrapping us both in the blanket and
letting my arm drape over his body, holding him to me.  He made a small
sound and nuzzled back against me.
	A million things were swimming through my head as I drifted off to sleep.
Most of them had to do with the newness of what I was feeling with this guy
and how easily he'd just slipped into my confidence.  There was an air of
nice, quiet, peacefulness about him that spoke to something in me.
	"Careful, B-boy," Colby said in a low voice.  "Too much more of this and I
just might start falling for you."

	The next morning found Colby and I still lying together body to body.  The
smell of his freshly washed hair and the crisp scent of newly cut grass from
somewhere outside were intoxicating.  Breathing both in, I remembered the
night before and the comment he'd made about falling for me.  I didn't want
to say so at the time but the same was true for me.  I could easily fall for
him if the time and situation were right.
	Stirring finally, I slipped out from under the small blanket and headed
into the kitchen to scrounge for breakfast.  It was nearly nine in the
morning and as I looked outside, I saw that it was rather overcast.  That
had been the reason for the freshly cut grass, it seemed.  Any hint of rain
usually prompted most to do what they normally procrastinated.  Our lawn was
mowed by an older man who must have been here earlier in the morning to do
just that very thing.
	My father used to make pancakes for me and then use cookie-cutters to turn
them into shapes.  This wasn't anything especially magical but something he
did to show me how much he cared for me.  For probably the same reason, I
took down the cookie-cutters and began to do the same with the pancakes I
was making.  When I had a plate of various shaped goodies, I returned to the
living room with my offering.
	"Hey there!" I said playfully.  "Are you hungry, handsome?"
	"Depends on what you're offering."  He responded, rolling over to stretch
and look at me.  "Aww -- you cooked for me."
	"As motherless boys usually learn to do rather quickly."  I responded,
sitting on the edge of the couch with him and passing him the plate.
	"And you cut them into shapes.  Quite the sentimental gesture, B-boy."
	"Yeah, well..." I said, not knowing exactly what else to say at this odd
juncture in our conversation.  "I would tell you that you're worth it but
that sounds rather cheesy."
	"You're right."
	Colby ate slowly as if he were relishing each bite.  For all I knew, he was
doing just that.  I liked watching him enjoy the fruits of my labor.  He
smiled at me as he finished the last bite, offering his syrup-covered lips
to me.
	I pressed my own to his and tasted his sweetness through the syrup.  The
plate was passed to me and I put it on the floor as I embraced him again and
the kiss deepened.  His tongue slipped into my mouth and I met it eagerly.
My hands roamed his back and the dip of his hips as they rounded into his
nicely shaped butt.  I moaned into the kiss as he did the same, pulling us
together.  His leg crept up the inside of mine, nudging my hardening dick
upward.  Again, I moaned with the contact and I felt my dick throb against
his.  It hadn't occurred to me that he'd been naked until now.
	The kiss ended beautifully and we were entangled.  His left leg was between
mine, his arm around me and holding me tightly to him and his free hand
rested on my hip.  An excited look burned in his eyes and I knew what that
meant.
	"Why do you want to wait?"  He asked me, surprising me.  "I'm obviously hot
for you and I can tell that you like me too."
	"Because I want more than someone who's `hot' for me." I answered honestly.
  "I want someone who is going to be more than a one-time John."
	"What if we do it more than once?" Colby asked with a smile and a pull of
his arm, which pulled me closer to him.
	"Truly, I'd really like our first time to be something I will always
remember and not something that's out of a porn mag." I told him with a
return smile.
	"I think I can deal with that."
	Raising my head, I looked at him with amazement.  It was clear from looking
into his eyes that he truly meant what he was saying.  As we had done last
night, we lay together and talked about random things.  There were many
things that I had no idea that we had in common that made me feel that much
closer to him.  I couldn't put my finger on what it was that made me feel
this way toward him but I knew I didn't want him too far away from me for
too long.
	Later in the day, Colby was lying on a towel -- naked -- in my back yard when
I walked out with a tray of sandwiches and iced tea.  A tiny pulse raced
through my chest as I saw him.  It was going to be difficult to stay true to
my own wants and needs but this was what I wanted -- something special and
not a roll in the hay -- or back yard, as it were.
I put the tray down and took an ice-cube from the glass.  Putting it on the
middle of his back, I caused Colby to shiver all over once before trailing
it down his body to the curve of his butt.  He was covered instantly in
"chill-bumps" and I heard him laugh.
	"It's not fair to say you want to wait and then tease me like this."
	"You want me to stop?" I said, letting the ice rest on the crease of his
butt.
	"Ugh." Was the response as the melting water slipped into his crack.
"You're torturing me on purpose, aren't you?"
	Leaning down, I parted the cheeks of his ass, letting the ice slip into the
dark crevice.  It wasn't as large as it had been and the small chunk of
frozen water settled squarely on his beautiful pink hole.  Colby groaned and
I had an idea.  Just moving forward, I gently put my mouth over that hole,
sucking slightly but pushing forward with the tip of my tongue to hold it in
place but not pushing.  Between the heat of my mouth and tongue, and the
body heat beneath me, the ice melted quickly and I let the water run from
his body.
	My tongue ventured forward into his flesh and Colby moaned deeply within
himself.  Gripping his ass a bit tighter, I spread him open and began to lap
at his hole.  The moans got louder as my tongue got deeper until I was
drilling his ass as if I were looking for oil!
	"Ouch!" Colby said when I clamped down on his flesh with my teeth.  "Easy
there, tiger.  Gently chew it...soft bites to the pink part, swirl your tongue
around it after each one...ah, yeah...just like that. Bite small...easy..."
	I did what he said, thrilled that I was pleasing him.
	My hands worked the cheeks of his ass and he continued to coach me.  He
would urge me to use more pressure on his cheeks and less with my tongue
then reverse the two.  I wasn't sure about so much of this but he was making
it easier.  Colby's words penetrated me and guiding me -- urging my cock to
attention.  As I buried my face and my tongue into him, he coaxed me to do
more.
	"Reach under me." Were the first slow words of direction.  "Slide your hand
around my cock."
	Doing what he asked, I felt that he was as hard as I was.  Instinctively, I
began to stroke him, going on my own masturbatory sessions for internal
direction as to how to do this.  Colby's voice began to seep into me and
warm me along with the sun shining down on the two of us.  Stroking him,
sucking his asshole and reaching down to stroke myself, the two of us began
to moan almost in unison with every movement.
	Beneath me, Colby moved to his right, turning over under me.  I was then
confronted with his beautiful dick and its single pearl of pre-cum.  Looking
up and into his eyes, I saw a different look than the one I'd imagined I'd
see.  He was looking to me for a type of permission.  There was a tenderness
in his eye and I acknowledged that and much more.  Begging me with his eyes,
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.  My tongue met his as his mouth
opened to me.
	My hand had never left his hard dick and instinctively, I began to stroke
him again.  He moaned under me as I covered his body with my own.  The sun
warmed us but it was the heat between us that was the most palpable.  I was
burning up with it, it seemed and I was happy with that.  This felt so
right.
	"Please, Brock, do it right."
	Again, I looked deeply into Colby's eyes.  My entire body was alight with
sensation and heat as I pulled myself up and in between his legs.  He leaned
up and I kissed him again as I felt his hand close around my rod.  Colby
lifted his body up to press against mine, his leg curving around my waist.
He began to stroke my pulsing prick and I shivered with the sensation.
Perspiration ran down my chest to drip onto his.  I saw an intense look on
Colby's face, then.
	"Now, Brock..." He whispered to me, his hand putting my cock to his wet hole.
  "Just ease your hips forward slowly.  Let the head in first."
	I did what he said, easing the head past the tight ring of ass and he
moaned, pushing his head back and smiling.  My hands held him to me as I did
as he said, moving slowly forward.  It was slow going for what felt like an
hour.  I rocked back and forth on my knees, pulling slowly out after pushing
forward slowly.  Colby's moans and coaching
Eased me along in my movements.
	"Oh, honey..." he moaned under me as he raised up to clasp me tightly.  He
was sitting on my cock, his breath hot on my neck for a long moment as he
got used to the sensation.  "This is...amazing.  I can feel your pulse...through
your cock!"
	With slow movements, he began to ride me.  His ass gripped me as he moved
up and did likewise as he slid down onto my throbber.  Colby's hands ran
along my chest to take my tender nipples in between his fingers.  He became
insistent upon my impaling him as he squeezed my nipples a bit tighter,
causing small shocks of pleasure to race through me.
	"Beautiful."  Colby said to me, his mouth kissing my neck and jaw.  "This
is wonderful."
	And it was.  As I entered and exited his sweetness, the moans that told me
he was enjoying himself made it all the better for me.  I held him to me as
I did him, repeating his kissing pattern.  He gripped my cock with his ass,
almost forbidding me to pull out but welcoming me back inside when I did.
After long moments, I felt a building in my aching balls.
	"Let go, B-boy."  Colby whispered to me.  "Do it...inside me."
	I almost lurched forward with this.  He didn't know me...
	"You said this was your first time." he said to me, breathless with
wanting.  "You've got to be safe...just let go."
	"But what if I'm lying?" I asked, still moving in and out of him.
	"You're not."
	The amount of trust this statement conveyed was amazing.  I couldn't hold
back for much longer and he knew it.  His hands pulled on my nipples one
last time and I actually howled with my intense release.  I felt as if my
hard cock was releasing years of pent-up sexuality as I shot my intense and
frothy load up into his tight ass!  Both of us moaned loudly and deeply with
the release, grasping tightly at one another as shudders of pleasure ripped
through us.
	"Yes..."Colby hissed.  "Oh yessss, this is wonderful!!
	As I completely emptied myself into his willing hole, Colby's hands held us
together until my convulsions of pleasure began to subside.  His voice of
reassurance was in my ear the entire time as I came down from the high this
had given me.  Sweat seemed to glue us together as we sat entangled like
this in my back yard.
	"Are you alright?" I asked him, feeling my dick slide out of him.
	"I'm...fantastic."
	"Are you sure you're alright?"  I repeated, concerned for him.  "You're not
hurt or anything?"
	"No, baby."  He said to me, kissing me deeply.  "The real question here is
are YOU alright?  Was this alright with you?"
	"Better than alright. Thank you so very much for this."  I told him
honestly.  "This was truly a fantastic thing, Colby."
	"Would you like to take a bath?"
	"I think I can handle that." I told him, letting him stand up first and
then helping me to my feet.  "Thank you very much for being understanding
about my feelings." I told him when I was standing with him.
	"As long as we can do this again, I'll be alright."
	"So, you're not going anywhere?"  I asked, wondering about our future.  "I
don't think my father is going to transfer from what he said last night.  We
could actually start something...lasting."
	"I would love that."  Colby told me with a smile and...a tear.  "I would love
to see if we can make each other as happy in our future as we did just now."
	I began to cry, as well.  This was much more than I could really wrap my
head around, right now.  It was almost too good to be true as Colby took my
hand and led me into the house and to the bathroom.  Even as we stepped into
the shower together, I wanted to pinch myself to make certain I wouldn't
wake up from this dream without him.  I was so lucky to have found Colby and
I wanted to do exactly as he said -- make him as happy in our future as I was
right now.