Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 17:32:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  36th Installment

This is Chapter 36, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All of the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of previous
chapters apply.  All comments are welcome and will be responded to.

Send to:   Tom Borden,   tombor99@yahoo.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 36

Errata: The character Steve, who joined the story at the end of the last
chapter was mistakenly given the height of 6'10".  My apologies to those
readers who wrote me expressing their excitement over someone of that
height, assuming that other portions of Steve's anatomy may also be of a
correspondingly larger size when aroused.  But, alas, Steve's height is,
instead, 5'10".  His other measurements, however, have yet to be revealed.

The Fiesta crowds on the streets were growing in size in anticipation of
the Flambeau . . . the night parade.  One last round of beer was ordered,
and Steve insisted that it be on him.  After Steve had returned from the
restroom, he informed the others of his bi-sexuality and the fact that he
was enjoying himself immensely in the company of his new friends.  Mark
maintained a look of confidence that he would sooner or later be the one to
taste the fruit of this handsome New Englander in their midst.

Steve, on the other hand, found himself looking mostly at Corky.  Corky was
not as big and muscular as Mark, but he still had a sort of rugged look,
with a tanned, ruddy face that, for Steve, was the quintessential Texas
cowboy.  He'd never seen a cowboy before, except in the movies and in
Marlboro ads.  But here he was sitting directly across from one of the
handsomest young cowboys he could ever dream of meeting.  As they finished
their beer, Steve could feel Josh's hand lightly exploring his package with
an occasional squeeze.  When they finally walked out onto the sidewalk,
Steve was amused as he could hear behind him Peter scolding Josh.

"Don't think I couldn't see you groping him.  He's from very staid
conservative country up there in New England.  He may not go for the kind
of crude behavior we're used down here."

Josh replied, "Peter, Peter, my dear little Peter!  If you could have felt
the size of that rock hard bulge he had . . . well, there wasn't anything
conservative or staid about that."

"Well, I don't care, Josh," said Peter.  "I don't like it.  You never think
of my feelings.  All you've done all afternoon was drool over this guy.  I
sure don't see him drooling over you."

"Oh, shut up, Peter.  Leave me alone."

Peter did shut up and said nothing for the rest of the evening.  This was
just one of a long series of hurts that Peter had been putting up with
since he agreed to become Josh's partner.  Josh was a rather short slender
young man of twenty-five.  His body was moderately muscular, and was
thought to be cute and sexy by many in the gay bars that he frequented.
Peter was always left at home in their apartment behind their restaurant,
wondering when and if each night Josh would come home.  It was often
mid-morning before he would come straggling in, having left Peter to open
the restaurant for the breakfast trade.  Josh was cute, but no one who knew
him ever thought he was a particularly nice person.

Pushing their way through the crowd, the group of five found a good vantage
point from which to view the parade on the corner of Alamo Plaza and
Houston Street.  The drag queens were out in force, pinching bottoms and
groping baskets.  The gay activists in their leather straps and luscious
bare ass cheeks actually formed a full contingent of the parade.  As they
marched, they flaunted gay sex.  Not only was there hugging and kissing,
but some simulated fucking as they walked holding enormous fake penises,
some three feet long up in between the ass cheeks of the ones walking in
front of them.

Steve was almost overcome by the freedom these gays were allowed.  There
would be nothing even remotely close to this kind of display in the town he
came from.  The others with him could see the shock and dismay on Steve's
face.

Mark put his arm around Steve's waist and laughed.  "This is Texas, Steve,
and this is Fiesta, man!"

Steve could feel a sort of thrill go through his body.  Never before on a
public street anywhere had he ever stood with another man's arm around him.
The strength of Mark's arm and hand holding him tightly made him almost
want to just sort of faint into Mark's arms.  Then Corky came up on his
other side and also put his arm around Steve's waist.

"What's the matter, Steve," said Corky, smiling and looking into Steve's
eyes.

"I don't know," said Steve.  "I just feel so wonderful for some reason."

Then, without warning, Steve did something he would never in a thousand
years think of doing on a public street.  With pure instinctive impulse
driving him, Steve turned his face to Corky's and kissed him hard on the
lips.

Steve suddenly had a look of terror on his face.  "Oh, my God!  I'm sorry.
I hope I didn't embarrass you.  Right out here on the street!  Oh, my God,
I'm sorry!"

Both Mark and Corky laughed.  Corky said, "We told you, you crazy guy.
This is San Antonio, and this is Fiesta!"  Corky pulled Steve's head toward
him and kissed him hard again, this time thrusting his tongue as far into
Steve's mouth as it would go, and then slashing it about.

Then Corky held Steve's head away from him at about arm's length.  "Hey
Steve, what do you look like without those glasses.  I'd sure like to see
you without those glasses."

Mark said, "Where are you staying tonight, dude?"

Steve answered, "I'm staying right down the street there at the Menger
Hotel."

"Great!" said Corky.  "That's where the four of us are staying, too.  When
the parade's over, why don't you come on up to our room and have a drink
with us?"

While Peter stood alone, silently watching the parade, Josh had turned his
attention to a very large bearded cowboy standing next to him.  The big man
had his hand and arm down the back of Josh's pants, running his finger in
and out of his asshole.  Josh had the big man's fly open and had his arm
almost completely inside his jeans.

Steve began to feel a little sorry for Peter.  Peter was obviously in love
with Josh.  But aside from Josh's cute little body, Steve could not for the
life of him see why anyone would go for him otherwise.  "Peter," called
Steve.  "Step over here and stand right here in front of me.  I think you
can probably see better from here."

Peter smiled faintly and moved over in front of Steve.  Steve put his arms
on Peter's shoulders and pulled him back against him, locking his hands
together over Peter's chest.  Peter lifted his own hands and placed them
tightly against Steve's.  Steve could feel the solid pectoral muscles that
stretched across Peter's chest.  He could also feel his own penis begin to
get hard as he moved his hands ever so slightly over Peter's hardening
nipples.  And at the same time, he could feel Peter pushing his butt back
tighter against the bulge in his pants.

The parade went on for another two hours.  It was now eleven o'clock, and
the crowds were beginning to disperse.  Mark said, "C'mon, dudes, follow
me.  We're going up to the room for some refreshment.  You, too, Steve."

Steve said, "I don't want to interrupt anything.  It looks kind of like I'm
odd-man out."

Just then, Josh caught up with them and, with the big bearded cowboy in
tow, said, "You're not the odd man out, Steve.  I want y'all to meet Tex
here.  Tex, these guys are all friends of mine."  Then turning to the
others, he said, "Tex is going to join us for a drink."

Steve took Tex's hand and said, "I knew I wouldn't have to wait long down
here to meet a Texas cowhand named Tex.  Back where I come from, we think
of all cowboys being named Tex.

Tex said, "Aw, shit.  Tex ain't my real name.  Nobody gits named Tex down
here.  My real name is Irving."

There was nothing about this big lummox that looked like an "Irving," Steve
thought.

As everyone entered the large room with two king size beds, Josh lost no
time pulling Tex's polo shirt off over his head, revealing an enormous pot
belly covered with a thick snarl of black hair.  As Josh pushed Tex down
onto one of the beds, Peter stood leaning forward against the dresser and
looking down.  Mark opened up his portable bar and pulled out a bottle of
rum.

As he began filling up several glasses, Steve said, "I thought all you guys
down here guzzled whiskey right out of the bottle.  What's with the rum?"

"We may be crude and countrified down here, Steve," said Mark with a laugh,
"but we are civilized.  I like drinking beer from the bottle, but I take my
rum and whiskey in a glass, like any gentleman would."

Mark and Corky moved in close on either side of Steve.  Corky gently
removed Steve's glasses and placed them on the bed table. "Now that's
better, Steve.  How can we see those sexy eyes when you have them covered
up like that?"

Somehow, the three of them sidled slowly toward the bed.  The next thing
Steve knew, he was sitting on the side of the bed with both Mark and Corky
pressing close on either side.  It was suddenly clear to Steve that Corky
and Mark had in mind a three-way right there on that bed.  But as much as
he wanted desperately to have either one or both of them naked and pressed
against his own naked body, he couldn't take his eyes off of Peter, who
looked so lost and forlorn as he thumbed idly through the hotels services
booklet.  Peter had slightly curly brown hair that was full in the back and
hung down just slightly beyond the top of his collar.  He had wide
shoulders and very narrow hips with those wonderful little round buns
neatly packed and clearly outlined inside his tight-fitting jeans.  Steve
felt no more of a physical attraction to Peter than he did to both Mark and
Corky.  But when he looked at Peter, it seemed as though his heart was
breaking.

Steve stood up, causing a rather surprised look on the faces of Mark and
Corky.  As Josh was now busy doing his best to get Tex's enormous ass
cheeks separated far enough so that he could get his tongue onto the
pucker, Steve stepped over and stood by Peter's side.

"Peter," began Steve, "I enjoyed having you stand next to me out there
during the parade."

Without looking up from the services booklet, Peter said, "I did, too."

"Peter, I would really like it if you come back to my room with me.  I'd
love to talk with you.  Would you like to do that?"

"Yeah, but Josh won't like it."

"Peter, do you really think he cares?  Look at him.  He probably won't even
know you're gone."

"I really want to go with you.  But what will Mark and Corky think?"

"I'll talk with them.  They'll understand."

Steve turned to Mark and Corky, but before he could say anything, Corky
said, "We heard, Steve.  Why don't you come into the bathroom for a minute
with me.  I want to talk with you privately."

Inside the bathroom with the door closed, Corky said, "Why are you going
back to your room, Steve?  Is it because it looked like Mark and I were
going to fight over you or something?  You gotta realize that no one can
come between Mark and me.  But we have come to a sort of understanding that
we will get with other guys sometimes, but only when the two of us are
together.  So we just wanted to have you go to bed with both of us
. . . double your pleasure, so to speak."

Steve put his hands on both sides of Corky's head and kissed him several
times.  "It isn't that, Corky.  The chance to have both of you guys at the
same time would be beyond anything I have ever fantasized about.  But I
just can't bear . . . and I know you probably won't understand this . . . I
just can't bear seeing the way Peter is being treated by that asshole Josh.
I really hope that you and I can still get together sometime, Corky, but
knowing that Peter is going through his own private Hell, I just feel he
needs someone right now.  And I think it's just plain cruel to let him
stand there while we're all rolling around in bed.  I know you'll say he
can leave the room if he doesn't like it, but that wouldn't help him."

Corky smiled and said, "No, no, Steve, that's not what I would say.  You
misjudge me.  I was going to suggest, however, that the four of us climb
into bed together.  But I realize that isn't going to help him, either,
with Josh fucking around in the next bed with that over-sized behemoth.
You go ahead.  I agree completely with you and what you want to do.
Peter's a sensitive kid.  You know, he's only nineteen years old.  One
other thing, Steve.  I guess I should thank you for your coming down all
this way to a strange country and then suddenly feeling an obligation to
help one of our natives here get through a bad time."

"You know, Corky, I'm having kind of a tough time myself.  As I told you,
my wife and I . . . I guess you could say . . . are separated right now.
It's not been easy.  I love her very much, and I want to save my marriage.
It was all my fault.  She found out about my going to bed with a guy.  I
was so stupid.  But it's been hard also because I haven't had anyone who
understood and who I could talk with about it.  There was a guy I met on
the internet who seemed pretty nice.  His name was Tom.  I talked to him
about it a little bit, and he was very kind and seemed understanding.  But
it wasn't like talking to someone face to face and having him hug you when
you really needed it.  I can feel it inside that Peter needs someone now
who understands and will listen to him . . . and maybe give him some badly
needed hugs."

"Okay, Steve, you go on.  I understand, and I know Mark will too.  And if
Josh notices you're gone and says anything, we'll take care of him.  Go on,
now.  We'll see you in the morning for breakfast.  Okay?"

"Oh, I don't know.  We'll probably be back here to your room before the
night is over."

"No, no, Steve.  You stay the night with him.  Promise me.  We'll see you
in the morning."

Steve felt almost like he was about to fall in love with Corky.  Kissing
him again, he said, "I'm really glad I met you Corky.  I feel like I've
known you forever . . . not just a few hours.  Thanks for understanding.

As they emerged from the bathroom, they found Josh now deep into a sexual
frenzy with Tex.  Unnoticed, Steve and Peter slipped out and went up one
floor to Steve's room.  Steve poured himself a small glass of Canadian Club
Whiskey, and offered the same to Peter.  They sat down on the only two
chairs in the room across from each other at a small table.

Steve said, "Peter, how did you happen to meet Josh?"

"Well, I met him right here in San Antonio a year ago at Fiesta.  I lived
on a ranch out in West Texas with my mama and my daddy and my three younger
sisters.  I turned eighteen the month before, and I was fixin' to graduate
in May.  Then I met Josh here at Fiesta, like I said.  He was so cute, I
couldn't resist him.  He lived out in the country in a small apartment out
behind a restaurant he ran.  He took me there that night, and I really
thought I fell in love with him the same night.  He was the first guy I
ever laid with.

"Then I saw him a couple of more times.  But when I graduated from high
school, I wanted to move in with Josh, and I thought it was best I tell
mama about . . . you know . . . about me.  She was crying and all that, and
I pleaded with her not to tell daddy.  He would kill me.  But she did, and
he got so mad, he kicked me out.  He told me to leave and never come back.
I only been back onest.  And that was one afternoon when he was gone and I
went to get my stuff and see my mama.  Me and her talked a good spell that
afternoon.  She pleaded with me to come back, but I told her it was best I
leave.

"So then I moved in with Josh and he gave me a job back in the kitchen
cleanin' up and washin' dishes and stuff like that.  I thought me and him
were gonna be lovers or somethin' like that.  He was so cute. And sometimes
we were.  But only when he wanted to.  Most of the time this past year,
he's been out fuckin' around with other guys, mostly them truck drivers
that stop in all the time."

Steve reached across the table and took Peter's hand in his.  "Peter, have
you talked to him about this.  Maybe he doesn't realize how you feel about
him."

"Oh, yes, he realizes.  He just don't care."

Getting up to get a refill in his glass, Steve said, "Peter, you shouldn't
stay with someone like that.  No one should stay with someone who doesn't
care for him."

Tears began to roll down Peter's cheeks as he put his head down in his arms
on the table.  Steve walked up and knelt beside him.  Peter looked up at
him and Steve wiped the tears from his cheeks with his thumb.

With desperate longing in his eyes, Peter looked at Steve and said, "I
shoulda waited for you.  You're so nice.  I mean I shoulda waited for
someone like you.  I was so foolish.  I shouldn't a told mama I was gay.  I
know what daddy wanted.  He wanted me to stay on the ranch and eventually
take it over when he was no longer able.  I'm his only son.  He counted on
me to keep going that ranch that his great-grandfather started so many
years ago.  I can't blame daddy for kicking me out.  I shoulda just kept my
mouth shut."

Steve pulled Peter's head over and rested it on his shoulder while he
caressed Peter's cheek, damp from his tears.  Still kneeling, he tried to
put his arms around Peter.  Steve raised Peter's head from his shoulder and
said.  "Peter, what I want to do right now is to hug you very tightly.  We
both need a real big hug."

As Steve rose, Peter also stood up.  They both stood silently for a very
long time, locked in each other's strong arms and pressing their cheeks
together.  Peter backed off a few inches and said, "You took your glasses
off in the other room.  Now you've got them back on.  Can you take them off
again?"

Steve broke away and said, "Sure I'll take them off if you take off that
cowboy hat you're still wearing.  Why do all Texans keep wearing their hats
inside.  Even Tex back there, getting his brains fucked out, still had both
his hat and his boots on."

As Peter smiled and threw his hat on the table, Steve walked over to the
bed, setting his glasses down on the bed table.  They just stood several
feet apart looking at each other.  Soon Peter said, "Steve, could I sleep
with you tonight . . . I mean, can I stay in here tonight?"

Without answering, Steve walked over and kissed Peter.  Without removing
his lips from Peter's, he began unbuttoning Peter's shirt and removing it.
As he let it drop to the floor, the sight of Peter's perfect masculine
torso, dark brown from the sun, and covered very lightly with a layer of
soft hair that swirled erotically in opposite directions on each breast.
As he lowered his head, Steve ran his tongue over and through that soft
hair and onto Peter's rock hard nipples.  As Steve nipped at them lightly,
Peter let out a loud, uncontrolled sigh.

Soon, they were both standing naked before each other with their clothes
strewn on the floor around them.  Peter threw himself onto the bed and put
up his arms as though to beckon Steve to join him.  But Steve stood almost
transfixed looking down at this brown, sensuous body of Peter's . . . this
thoroughly masculine male with the white hips, which had been covered with
a pair of shorts while out in the sun.  He sat down slowly on the edge of
the bed and began to move his hands gently over Peter's body, feeling the
erotic contours among the muscles that covered Peter's chest and stomach
and legs and arms.  It was almost more than Steve could bear physically.
As his fingers felt their way over Peter's velvety skin, he could feel his
own body began to shake, and even shiver, almost as though a cold wind was
blowing over him.  Steve had dreamed of having a body like this in his bed,
but now the dream was coming true.  He tried to speak, but he felt his jaw
tighten up, and the words wouldn't come.  He leaned down until his lips and
tongue were feeling and tasting the salty moistness of Peter's brown velvet
skin.

Steve ran his tongue slowly down over Peter's stomach, into his rich, thick
pubic hair, over and around his penis, which was bobbing and throbbing and
slapping Steve gently in the face.  Then down over the balls, and onto the
soft, hair-covered flesh of Peter's inner thighs.  He could smell the
strong odor of Peter's crotch, and was thankful that neither of them had
taken a shower after coming up from the parade.  Steve breathed heavily,
gathering into his nostrils as much of what he imagined to be authentic
Texas cowboy sweat as he could.  Here he was . . . in bed with every cowboy
he had ever seen in the movies or had read about.  And he was smelling and
tasting them, as well.

Soon, Steve pulled himself up and began kissing Peter deeply and
passionately.  As they stopped momentarily, Peter looked into Steve's eyes
and said, "I should have waited, Steve.  I should have waited.  If I had
waited only one more year, I would have had a chance of having you."

Steve just smiled and swung himself around into a 69 position.  They
examined each other's penises and balls carefully, running the tips of
their tongues over and around them.  Steve could feel the muscles in his
groin straining to make his already eight-inch hard-on even harder.  As
Peter sucked in the whole length of it, the straining of his muscles became
even more intense.  The very thought that he was now inside of the mouth of
this beautiful Texan brought him so close to orgasm that he had to jerk his
hips and suddenly pull out.  As he then allowed Peter to suck his penis
back into his mouth, he luxuriated in the feel on his tongue on Peter's
penis, ribbed all around with heavy veins.

Peter finally said breathlessly, "I can't hold it any longer!"

Steve groaned, "I can't either!  Let her blow!"

Just then, their bodies tensed up and their penises began to shoot volley
after volley of hot sperm into each other's mouth.  Steve knew his thoughts
were foolish, but he said to himself as he swished Peter's sperm around in
his mouth, "I am actually tasting good Texas sperm!"

As they both lay there on their backs, trying to catch their breaths, they
each ran their tongues over the other's calves.  Soon, Peter turned himself
around so they could look into each other's eyes and kiss.

"Steve?" said Peter softy.  "Why did you pass up a chance to be with Mark
and Corky?  Was is that you were just feeling sorry for me?"

"No, Peter.  No. . . well, yes.  Frankly, I was feeling sorry for you.  I
could tell how hurt you were and . . . somehow, you seemed so alone.  I'm
no stranger to hurt and loneliness in my life, Peter.  I could see myself
in you as you stood in the room silently being insulted and mortified by
Josh's behavior.  I've rarely had anyone really help me through some of the
rough times I've had, and it never was easy.  So I knew what it would
probably mean to you to have someone to hold you and to tell you that
you're going to make it through this."

They lay silently for awhile, both looking up at the ceiling.  Steve looked
over and saw tears once again running down Peter's cheeks.  Leaning over,
he kissed away as many of the tears as he could.  The salty taste almost
brought tears to his own eyes.

"Oh, Steve," sighed Peter.  "I told you I should have waited.  Here you are
. . . like a beautiful angel come down to help me, and I never waited for
you."  Then turning his full body to face Steve, he said, "Maybe when you
go back to New England, you could take me with you, huh?"

"I guess the same thing can be said of me," said Steve.  "Perhaps I should
have waited, too.  But I didn't.  As you know, I'm married now, and I
really want to stay married.  But I've been wondering tonight whether or
not if I had met you and Mark and Corky a long time ago, I might not have
ever gotten married.  I'm not sure about myself, Peter.  I'm just not sure.
I think I could come to love you and Mark and Corky, but I also love my
wife.

"I'm glad I don't have that kind of conflict to deal with," said Peter,
running his forefinger lightly over Steve's sensuous lips.  "You know, I
heard someone say once that bi-sexuals are nothing more than homosexuals
with a screw loose.  I hope you're not mad at me for saying that."

"Of course not, Peter.  I've heard the same thing, and maybe it's true.  I
will say it does produce a conflict in one's mind that is surely not good
for any relationship, straight or gay."

"I understand, Steve.  I know there's really no chance for you and me.  The
whole evening when we were in that bar drinking beer, you never really
looked at me or talked with me.  I'm pretty observant.  I knew you were
interested mainly in Corky, and then maybe Mark.  But then out during the
parade when you asked me to come over and stand with you, I can't tell you
how that made me feel.  It was like someone really noticed me and was
concerned about me.  I knew Josh wasn't."

"Of course, I was concerned."

"Well, I know it's not possible for me go back to New England with you.
And I guess I'll just go back with Josh and see if I can keep going with
him.  When he has sex with me, I'm in Heaven.  He is so wonderful.  But
when I know he's out with other guys, a lot of them truckers who come into
the restaurant late at night, I go to bed alone and I cry.  I do love him,
but I don't know why.  I just don't know why."

"If you want to keep trying, Peter, to make that relationship work, I'll
give you my blessing.  But the minute you realize for sure that you're
being taken advantage of and are being used as a sex object only, then I
hope to God you will consider breaking away and looking for a partner,
where the love you have for each other is truly deep and truly mutual."

Peter rolled over tightly against Steve, and they were soon sound asleep
while wrapped in each other's arms.

The next morning, Steve and Peter took a shower together and finished it
off with jacking each other off while they were totally lathered up from
head to toe.  Steve said that he often masturbated in the shower, but this
was Peter's first experience with jacking off in the shower.  But he vowed
it wouldn't be the last.

As they both walked into the others' room on the floor beneath them, they
found Josh sitting fully dressed, while Mark and Corky were just finishing
a morning 69 with each other.  Tex had obviously departed some time before.

"Well, where have you been, slut?" called out Josh when he saw Peter coming
in.

Steve stopped Peter from saying anything and turned to Josh.  "Josh, Peter
is anything but a slut.  I would say that you were the better example of
that kind of behavior.  It so happened that you thoughtlessly subjected
Peter to the most disgusting sight of wonton sex with that barrel of lard
that I have ever seen.  I took Peter to my room last night.  It was the
only decent thing someone could do.  He doesn't deserve the indignities
that you throw at him.  I don't mind telling you that it was my advice to
him that he get out of your home and leave you to your other numerous
sexual playmates who apparently like to have you service them whenever
they're in the vicinity.

Josh stood up and shouted, "Listen, Mr. pervert bi-sexual, I was the one
who introduced you to these other guys.  I guess I shoulda known better!"
As Josh hurriedly left the room with his overnight bag, Peter quickly
kissed Steve and ran out the door after him.

Steve stood looking down at Mark and Corky, now lying side-by-side next to
each other, and breathing heavily as their rapidly wilting penises turned
flaccid.  Mark looked up at Steve and said, "Well, how was your night?"

"My night was good.  I just couldn't stand watching poor Peter being
subjected to such humiliation last evening.  I think it did him good to get
away with someone else for a change."

Corky said, "We haven't known those two very long, but we were really
shocked at Josh's disgusting behavior.  You were right to take Peter out of
here."

"Yeah," said Mark.  "I agree.  We would have loved to have you stay here
last night, but you definitely did the right thing.  Where are you headed
now, Steve?"

"Well, I had no particular itinerary on this trip.  I just wanted to get
down to a completely different part of the country from what I'm used to
for a while.  I think I'll just stick around San Antonio for a little
while.  It's such a beautiful, historic city."

Mark sat up.  "I know what, Steve.  Instead of throwing money into renting
a hotel room, why don't you come on over and live with us in our apartment
while you're in town.  We can even take you down to see a real Texas cattle
ranch.  We're friends with the owners, and Corky here even used to work for
them.

Steve said, "That sounds great.  You're sure I won't be putting you out?
By the way, if you live right here in town, why did you rent a hotel room?

Corky answered, "We live pretty far up in the north end of town.  Sometimes
we just like to stay in a downtown hotel for a weekend so if we maybe drink
too much, we don't have to drive home."

"Okay," said Steve.  "It's a deal!"


The past week had been beautiful, ideal spring weather.  Josiah and Brian
were on their Spring vacation from the University, and were invited to
spend it down at the ranch.  When they arrived in the late afternoon,
Josiah saw Tony out looking at the landscaping progress.  He was sitting in
the newly constructed gazebo.

"Tony," called Josiah.  "Can I come up and sit with you for a few minutes?"
Tony waved him in.

"Tony, I've been really anxious to know how you and Clayton are getting
on."

Tony put on a huge smile.  "Oh, Josiah, Clayton told me about the little
talk you had with him.  He said you made him see things much more clearly.
As you know, we took your suggestion and spent a couple of days and nights
up at Michael's house in the Cottonwoods.  Josiah, everything is so
perfect.  Clayton is now living with me in my room in the main house.  He's
a different person, Josiah.  All that distrust is gone completely, I think.
Once in a while, though, he has bad dreams involving his father.  But I
think he pretty much looks upon Michael now as his dad."

Josiah said, "I'm really glad about that.  You know, I've never told Brian,
but I had kind of a crush on Clayton myself.  Brian will always be the only
guy for me, but Clayton is so cute.  I was thinking the other day about
that picnic old Maggie took the four of us on that time with Jake.  You and
Clayton were still playing little games with each other, and Maggie was
doing all she could to get you two mated.  Brian and I will be down here
for a week.  Why don't the four of us ride out to that spot again and spend
a couple of days and nights out there camping.  That time I talked with
Clayton, I told him that we were four guys who had a lot in common
. . . you know . . . because of our backgrounds.  Would you and Clayton
like to do that with Brian and me this week?"

"I would, and I know Clayton would, too.  I'd better talk with Michael,
though, about getting someone to do the cooking again."

Since Michael was anxious to see these four deserving young fellows become
truly close friends, a temporary cook was again quickly arranged.  The four
campers gathered up sleeping bags, fire wood, food, water, fishing
equipment and other supplies and set off in the truck for the five mile
ride to the stream along the west boundary of the ranch.

After unloading the truck and laying in the firewood for the fire they
would build as the sun went down, they each stripped to the waist in hopes
of soaking up some of the warm April sun.  Although they had with them some
bread and wieners and some cold ham, Tony suggested that they try to catch
some fish that he would be glad to fry up for supper each night.  The only
fish in the stream were Catfish, and plenty of it.  Everyone tossed in
their lines and, in almost no time, caught more Catfish than could be
eaten.  When Tony knew he had enough, he told everyone to throw back any
more that were caught.

Soon, the fishing poles were cast aside, and everyone stripped down for
some swimming before supper.  Very little swimming went on.  Their time in
the water amounted to mostly horseplay.  Of course, being naked in the
water together just naturally brought every one of their penises to full
erection.  Groping and grabbing among them became a free-for-all.  But none
of them wanted the others to think that it was progressing to anything that
could be considered serious.  It was just fun and games.

Tony got out of the water first and set immediately to scaling and cleaning
the Catfish.  Clayton followed and set and banked the fire.  The great
smell of Catfish frying brought Josiah and Brian out of the water just in
time to gather around the fire for the feast.

The sun was about to go down and, after supper, all four sat along the bank
of the stream to look at and admire the growing sunset.  Everyone on the
ranch agreed that the great Texas sunsets were the most beautiful and
moving experiences they could have.  It was four naked boys sitting quietly
in a row on the bank with their arms stretched out over one another's
shoulders, and looking to the west.  No one spoke as the blue turned to
green, then yellow and orange, and the sky turned crimson and purple.  Each
of them knew they were experiencing one of those rare treasured moments of
absolute togetherness and love for one another.  They sat like a row of
newborn babies, naked and totally connected to one another.

As the crimson sky turned to black, a cold chill blew over them.  Josiah
said, "Lets go sit by the fire.  I'll put some more wood on it."  The
dancing flames cast a pinkish glow on their skin.  They sat and talked
about not much in general.  Josiah related how one of his professors in
Austin kept trying to put the make on him and would follow him into the
restroom all the time.  Brian told about his first experiences with Mario,
Adriano's father, and that he had heard Mario was soon making another visit
to America.

Josiah piped up and said, "You can see Mario again, Brian, but not without
me.  We'll do it together."

Tony impressed the others with stories of his many encounters with Karl
back in New York.  And Clayton talked from the heart about his love for his
other three young friends and the joy he now felt as a member of the Walker
household.

Tony turned to Josiah and said, "Josiah, if you let Brian see Mario again,
but only with you, does that mean that you would not mind if Mario made out
with both of you?"

Josiah looked at Brian and, as they both nodded, Josiah said, "Sure, Brian
and I have talked about it.  If we do anything with another guy, we agreed
that we would both do it at the same time."

"So a three-way would be okay with you, huh?" said Tony.

"Yeah," said Brian.  "We talked to Michael for a long time one evening and
he said that he and Karl do that, as long as they're both together and
don't do it separately.  And I found out that Jeff and Paul do the same
thing."

"So, Brian, if I wanted to make out with you," said Tony, "you're saying it
would be okay as long as Josiah is present?"

"Yeah, that's how we feel."

Tony rose up and walked around to the other side of the fire and sat down
next to Brian.  Running his hand over the light hair on Brian's thigh, he
said, "You mean I can come over and touch you and kiss you and play with
you like this, and it's okay with Josiah?"

Josiah said, "Yeah, Tony.  I don't think Brian should be playing around
behind my back.  But if I'm right here and can see what Brian is doing, I
agree with Michael.  It should be okay."

Josiah had always been attracted to Clayton, and he said, "Tony, would you
be okay with my doing something with Clayton as long as you knew about it
and was here with us?"

"Yeah, I guess so," said Tony, "as long as it's okay with Clayton."

Clayton gave a little shrug of his shoulders, indicating it would be okay
with him as long as Tony was present.  Josiah got up and moved over to
Clayton's side.  They took each other's hand and looked into each other's
eyes.  Slowly they moved their heads together and kissed each other on the
lips.  Tony did the same with Brian as he gently pushed Brian over onto his
back on the blanket.  As Tony began running his tongue down over Brian's
chest and nipples, Brian grasped hold of both of Tony's firm round butt
cheeks and squeezed.

Suddenly, Josiah and Clayton went into a sort of sexual frenzy where they
began rolling around on their blanket and frantically kissing and rubbing
each other's body.

Very quickly, both couples were heavily engaged in sexual exploration of
each other's bodies, penises and assholes.  Tony had Brian's thighs pressed
up against his chest and swirling his tongue over Brian's asshole, feeling
the sphincter muscle clenching over and over again.  Josiah had Clayton's
seven inch penis deep into his mouth where he could feel the hard veins
that encircled it on his tongue.  When Tony had covered Brian's asshole
with his saliva, he thrust his own hard penis into Brian's hole.  Clayton
moved over and straddled Brian's face so that Brian could take Clayton's
penis into his mouth.  As Tony fucked Brian, he could lean forward and bury
his face into Clayton's ass crack where he could taste and smell Clayton's
crotch sweat.  As Clayton was having his penis sucked by Brian and his
asshole licked by Tony, he was sucking Josiah's penis as Josiah knelt
before him.

Tony, Clayton, and Josiah could tell when the others were about to cum, and
all three blasted their sperm at once, with their bodies writhing in a
wonderful orgasmic agony.  While Brian had taken a load of Clayton's sperm
in his mouth and a load of cum from Tony up his ass, he had not cum yet
himself.  Quickly, Tony straightened out Brian's legs and went down on him,
sucking the full length of Brian's gorged penis into his throat.  It took
only three or four thrusts of Brian's penis in Tony's mouth before he came,
shouting with every surge.

Everyone lay on their backs staring up at the stars.  Tony sat up and said
rather tentatively, "Are we all okay with this?  We're all sinners and
we're all angels together.  None of us was dishonest and no one was
deceived.  Right?"

"Right!" they all said, almost in unison.

After everyone had caught his breath, they sat once more by the fire with
their arms around their rightful partners.  Josiah finally said, "Hey, I've
got an idea.  We all know that Michael and Karl believe that it's okay to
get it on with other guys as long as they're both together.  We have one
more night here.  Why don't we get on the cell phone and call them to see
if they want to come and camp out with the four of us tomorrow night?"

"Yeah," said Brian.  "I've never seen those two hot hunks sucking or
fucking each other.  I never even seen them naked."

"I have," said Clayton.  "I guess you all know that I had a bit of an
experience with Michael."

"Oh, yeah!" cried Brian.  "Tell us what happened.  What does he look like
with no clothes on?  Is he pretty hairy?  Did you get fucked by him?"

"Hey, you guys," said Clayton.  "That's personal!  I'm not at liberty to
say what we did, except that . . . well . . . he was hot!"

"Aw, come on," the others said.

"Nope.  You'll just have to see for yourself if he and Karl decide to come
here tomorrow night."

Soon, the four young little naked Indians were huddled together by the
fire, keeping each other warm against the chill night air as they slept.

First thing the next morning, Tony called Michael on the cell phone and
advanced their invitation that he and Karl join them that night out at
their camp site.  Michael informed Tony that Karl was in Kansas City on
business and would be back on Monday.  Michael was intrigued, though, with
the idea of spending the night out there on the range a long way from the
house with these four young lovers.  He thought this might be his chance to
catch sight of the two sets of lovers making love.  Michael told Tony that
if it was alright for him to join them by himself, he would love to do it.

That day, the boys caught enough Catfish for another big meal, to which
they insisted Michael join them.  Once again, a large fire was built, and
everyone sat around it in the evening.  They informed Michael that they
made a rule that they all had to take their clothes off and sit naked
around the fire.  Michael was happy to do this and, as he stripped, the
others sat entranced with the sight of his sensuous, masculine body as it
emerged from beneath his clothing.

"As you can see, boys, I brought a bottle of my favorite Scotch with me,"
said Michael.  "This is such a great evening, I'm going to enjoy a few sips
of it.  Anybody want to join me?"

Everyone said they would.  Tony got up and got some plastic cups from the
truck.  Michael filled each one about half full.  "I know we don't have any
ice, and I know it'll burn going down, but it'll make you feel good."

Finally Josiah said, "Michael, we're sorry that Karl can't be here.  But
we're sure glad that you wanted to join us."

"I'm really glad you asked me," said Michael, filling up his cup again.
"This is really romantic out here.  I hope you guys really had fun last
night."

"Well, Michael," said Tony, "It's no secret how much respect we all have
for you.  We kind of take your lead in everything.  We like your idea that
it's okay to get with other guys as long as your partner is with you.  It
means that there is no deception and no dishonesty.  It just offers a
little variety, without tears, as the saying goes."

"You're right.  That's just what I believe," said Michael.  "As long as
both partners agree, and everything is above board, I think such activity
could actually be good in a way for the relationship."  Then, looking at
Clayton, knowing that he had violated his own principle with him, he added,
"Clayton and I both lost our head one night, as most of you know, but he
and I learned a great deal from the experience."

Clayton smiled, nodded his head, and said, "We'd like you to know that we
followed your principle last night and . . . you know . . .we . . . well
. . . ."

"We switched partners," Tony interrupted.  "And we did it right in front of
each other.  And it was fun, wasn't it, you guys?  No one did anything
behind anyone's back.  But when we went to sleep last night, we did it with
our arms around our real partners."

Brian finally spoke up.  "Michael, I guess what we're trying to say is that
we were hoping that you and Karl could be here and feel free to do anything
you wanted with us, so long as you and Karl were doing it together."

Michael started dying inside.  The Scotch was getting to him.  He looked at
those four young tanned naked boys before him and kept saying to himself,
"Fuck principle!  How can I stand this?.  I wonder if they would hold it
against me if I broke down and did something.  Perhaps they could overpower
me, and I wouldn't be able to fight back.  I could let them rape me.  All
of them.  No one would find out.  Oh, shit.  I shouldn't have let them talk
me into coming out here."

Michael was afraid to look down, but he knew his penis was now standing up,
hard as steel, and he could feel it throbbing.  He poured some more Scotch
into his cup, but was now beginning to have trouble pouring it without
spilling it.

Michael finally said with a slur in his voice, "Oh, I'm sorry, too, that
Karl couldn't be here.  But you guys go ahead and have a good time.  I like
to see young men like yourselves really enjoying themselves."  Michael
could feel his face burning.  The sexual desire building inside of him was
becoming almost unbearable.

Josiah and Brian began to put their arms around each other and kissing.  As
Michael watched, Tony whispered to Clayton, "Before the night is over,
Clayton, I'm going to fuck him."

"Who?"

"Who do you think?  I'm gonna fuck Michael."

"You can't, Tony.  Karl isn't here."

"I know.  But see the look on his face.  He's hot and horny as Hell.  He
wants it really bad.  He'll give in.  I know he will."

Turning to Michael, Tony said, "I'm sorry Karl isn't here."  Then reaching
over and tapping Michael's hard-on, Tony went on.  "You've got a pretty
stiff boner there between your legs.  It's really too bad Karl isn't here."
As Tony took Michael's penis in his hand, he said, "You know, Michael, this
is the first time I've ever seen your penis.  And it's just as hot and
gorgeous as I've heard it is."

As Tony continued talking, he ran his hand under Michael's balls, pushing a
finger up into his crack.  With his other hand, he very gently and slowly
pushed Michael down on his back.

Michael said, "Hey Tony.  What do you think you're doing?"

"Relax, Michael.  I'm just feeling around.  I'm not doing anything
. . . yet."

Michael could feel the blood rushing to his head.  He could feel waves of
desire sweeping over his body.  As he felt Tony's finger, and then two, and
then three fingers enter his asshole, he felt as though he was beginning to
fall over a cliff, but could not hold himself back, no matter how hard he
struggled to keep his footing.  He raised his legs high against his chest,
hoping and wanting Tony's fingers to go deeper and deeper.  He grasped
Tony's shoulders and, as he pulled him down, he felt Tony's hard penis
entering into his rectum.  Michael thrust his hips violently up and down as
though to suck Tony's penis even deeper inside of him.

Watching this, Clayton lay beside them, massaging his own penis and balls.
Suddenly, Tony let out a high pitched scream as his orgasm overtook him,
and Michael could feel the hot streams of Tony's sperm shooting into his
rectum.  Clayton could hardly contain himself, and tried to pull Tony off
of Michael.  As soon as Tony fell to the side, Clayton held Michael's legs
up and mounted him, thrusting his own penis into Michael's hole.  Michael
was still bucking his hips and could be heard saying under his breath,
"Fuck me, Clayton, Fuck me!"

The whole scene was all too much for Josiah and Brian.  They were aroused
now to the point they didn't care anymore than Michael seemed to about
principle.  Here was this beautiful man, who was revered by everyone, lying
naked on his back with his legs in the air and being fucked.  When
Clayton's body lurched over and over again as he was cumming into Michael's
rectum, Brian stood ready to pull him off and sink his own hard rod into
that pool of shimmering sperm that was now oozing out of Michael's asshole.

Michael was now swinging his head from side to side and moaning loudly with
his eyes closed.  He was still bucking his hips as though to say, "More,
more!"  When Brian rolled off, Josiah mounted Michael and plunged his
throbbing penis into that swamp of hair and cum between Michael's legs.
Michael opened his eyes and, as though he was delirious, shouted, "I want
you more than anyone, my sweet beautiful Josiah.  Fuck me, fuck me.  Let me
taste your hot sweet cream sauce!"

As Josiah felt his orgasm building, he pulled his penis out of Michael's
dripping hole and thrust it into Michael's face.  Most of his cum shot into
Michael's mouth, with several thick ropes of sperm landing in Michael's
hair and on his cheeks and chin.

As the four boys lay near Michael, exhausted and breathing heavily, Michael
passed out completely.  Josiah said, "You know, we shouldn't have let him
keep drinking as much as he did.  I drank too much, myself.  Otherwise, I
don't think I would have done what I did to him."

"I know," said Tony.  "I was so hot for his body, I think we kind of
betrayed him."

"He's pretty drunk," said Brian.  "Do you think he'll remember anything
that happened?"

Clayton said, "I hope not.  We really shouldn't have done this.  It was
wrong."

"Yeah, but he's the one who got drunk and let it happen," Tony countered.

"I know," said Josiah.  "But we were the ones who took advantage of him.
We shouldn't have done it."

Clayton rolled over to Michael's side and put his hand on Michael's cheek.
With his eyes filling with tears, he said, "Michael is my dad.  I love him
very much, and I owe my life to him.  We did something he didn't want to
happen.  You're right, Tony.  We betrayed him.  We raped him when he
couldn't help himself.  I just wish we could all go home now.  I hate what
we did."

Brian put his hand on the back of Clayton's head and said, "Let's all just
try to get some sleep now.  We'll just have to see what happens in the
morning when he wakes up.  If he remembers, we'll owe him an apology.  If
he doesn't remember . . . well . . . we'll just have to see.

Tony got a wash cloth and towel from the truck.  While the others held up
Michael's legs, Tony washed away as much of the sperm that was oozing out
of his hole as he could, as well as the sperm that Josiah had shot onto
Michael's face and hair.  After drying him with a towel, they put a blanket
over him to keep him warm, and then tried to sleep themselves.  It was a
fitful night for all of them, and they each rather dreaded the coming of
the dawn.


If you want this story to continue, please let me know.  In the next
chapter, Karl returns home with a new friend, and Michael has a big
decision to make.

Tom Borden
Tombor99@yahoo.com