Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 13:36:29 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 6

A writer's pause: Guys, guys--ya'll are a rough crowd. I'm delighted for
your encouraging emails and suggestions. I have actually incorporated a
couple into the story.

However, if I make a story segment too romantic, somebody says it's cheesy
or that there is not enough sex. If I make the boys a little promiscuous
(like I was at that age--remember that Sean and David are only about to
turn 17), then it's not romantic enough. Somebody wants incest. Somebody
else is appalled that Colin and Sean mess around.

And you guys are thorough! One guy teased me because in the bath scene the
boys missed sucking each other's toes. Well damn. I grew up in sports.
Everyone had athlete's foot. I never got into toes. Yuk.

Fellas, it's erotica. It's fantasy. I hope to keep a backbone of reality
while making this as rich and erotic a romance as I can. Please remember
that I'm new at this. I have only been trying my hand at fiction of any
kind for, what, about 3 months? That's why it is still hard for me to pull
off scenes with humor (the heat balm scene was meant to be humorous, guys,
not tragic) or keep the romantic scenes from getting a little cheesy or
cliched. But I'm working on it.

My writing experience has been primarily with technical writing. My
tendency from habit would be to write "With his right forefinger, Sean
lifted Daniel's left testicle three centimeters above the plane of the
bed." I think I'm doing better than that. Oh, I know there many typos. I
try to be careful, but unfortunately I cannot submit these stories to my
usual proof readers (and live).

Sea Change is not trying to rise to the level of a Romeo and Juliet. Hell,
when I started, it was only going to be a segment or two. But I'm into the
story now, and am trying to make it a story of love and love making among
boys as I remember my times, and boys of that time. And yes, I did
experience a mutual infatuation like these boys began with. More than
once. Sean and Daniel will do better than I in many respects.

But great romances have challenges and many romances are tragic. Yet all
great romances spring from endurance and commitment. Love must triumph.

The boys in the story have worked through much in dealing with their
orientation. In the next segments they grapple with other things (double
entendre intended).


SEA CHANGE, Pt 6

Daniel gave me the idea himself, back in April, shortly before his dad told
us about the move to Houston.

It was when we were in one of our mutual butt lotioning sessions. Again,
that is where one of us lies on top of the other in a sort of slid down,
sixty-nine position. That way we can apply soothing ointment to each
other's riding-sore bottoms at the same time. I was on top this time,
gently rubbing in lotion and memorizing the landscape of Daniel's butt, one
of my favorite pastimes.

We had rubbed in the lotion pretty thoroughly and Daniel and I were just
casually talking as we stroked our hands over each other's bottoms. The
topic was whether to up our target for how far to travel each day on our
tour. At a pause in the conversation, Daniel changed the subject.

"Didn't you tell me that you got Colin to rub ointment on your butt a
couple of times."

Damn. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that. "Yeah."

"Have you and Colin ever..."

"Yeah," I didn't wait for him to finish.

"Damn lucky guy," he said. But as I was wondering whether he meant me or
Colin, Daniel asked, "Do you still?"

"Well damn, Daniel," I said in a mildly complaining voice. "It's been a
little hard to stop. I mean you and I don't get to mess around together
except for weekends most of the time. Sometimes during the week he gets
horny or I do." Then I quickly added in a conciliatory tone, "We don't do
it very often. He just lost his virginity--his virginity with a girl that
is--and he's not as interested, or at least as horny, lately."

"Who did he loose it to?"

"His girlfriend, Susan," I said, matter-of-factly. "I credit his success to
my expert training and coaching"

"That means you taught him how to suck genitals up through a kiss and how
to stun with zap sexual energy just by touching?"

"Golly," I said, trying to sound impressed. "Am I that good?"

"You've been a good pupil," Daniel said flippantly as he finger poked my
sphincter. Because of the ointment, his finger slid in. He pushed it in to
the knuckle while I tensed and gasped. He began to finger fuck me, finding
my prostate with his fingertip.

"Oh, hell," I gasped as my cock became instantly hard, "I didn't need any
medicated lotion in there."

"Yet," Daniel corrected. Then he continued thinking out loud as if he was
just scratching my back instead of lighting up my insides. "Colin is one of
the most beautiful boys I've ever met. I think you both got your great
looks from your Mom. But you have more like Hollywood great looks. Colin
has more like high fashion, classic good looks."

"Thanks. I think," I said semi-deliriously.

Daniel brushed past my thank you. "Yeah. With that deep red hair and creamy
complexion, he looks sort of like a classic dessert, you know? With a
cherry on top?"

"A damn boney dessert--aaagh," I gasped as he pushed gently on my inner
bud.

"The bone is probably the best tasting part," Daniel said as he rubbed my
butt soothingly with one hand and reamed me royally with the other.

"I'm going to start getting jealous in a second," I warned just before I
began chewing on the sheet under us.

"Ha! I'm the one who should be jealous," Daniel warned. But he didn't sound
angry. "You've been cheating on me with your own brother."

"You might as well be jealous of my hand," I replied with what sarcasm I
could muster, "Colin and I basically just get each other off. And I haven't
messed around with anybody else since that time at the beach with your
cousins."

"Your hand, huh? I bet Colin does stuff for you your hand could never
do. Does he make love as well as I do?"

"Hell no, you shit. Nobody could."

Daniel let out a fake sigh of relief.

"And," I corrected. "You and I make love. Colin and I screw each other."

"Oh, you do?"

"You know what I mean--Oh, shit. How many fingers have you pushed in back
there?"

"Just one. I've got something bigger in mind though."

I groaned, "At least it doesn't wiggle around inside like your finger. Not
unless you've developed some new talent." I felt his cock jump under my
chest. "Naw. Not long enough," I said. "By the way, if you don't want me to
cum all over your belly and ruin a perfectly good after-ride butt rubbing
tradition, you better stop finger fucking me."

"What would you like in there next?" I could hear the smile in his
voice. Without waiting, I pulled away from his finger, rotated over him
until I was sitting on his chest looking down at his grin. I reached back
and stroked his semi to get him as ready as I was.

"Let's put something softer in," I said.

"If you want softer, you better quit rubbing my cock because that's what's
going in there next.

I kept stroking him. I wasn't ready yet because I had thought of a
question. "Have you screwed around with anyone? And be careful how you
answer. Your cock is in my hand and will tell me if you lie."

He laughed. "How is it going to do that?"

I squeezed it hard. "OK, I know how hard it is now. If you lie, it will get
softer. If it's even the tiniest bit softer, I'll know you lied."

He grinned broadly. "This could be fun. How many questions are you going to
ask? Are you going to squeeze each time."

I squeezed his cock hard again. "Just the one question. Your answer
please."

"Well," he said, "I guess I better tell the truth. You have a cute little
brother. I have a cute and very horny little cousin."

"David or Ryan?"

"David, you ass-hole. You now him. He's always horny. Ryan's almost the
opposite. Even David doesn't get much from him these days. You could
though. He thinks you're some kind of superboy."

"What, and you don't?" I asked and squeezed again.

"Uh, uh," Daniel protested. "You said just one question."

"One more. How often do you and David mess around?"

"Probably less than you and Colin." He winced as I squeezed hard
again. "Not more than a half dozen times since our beach trip."

"A half-dozen times!" I exclaimed. "What do you have left for me?" I pouted
and squeezed his cock again.

"Try me on and see," Daniel grinned.

I slid back, kneeling on either side of his hips. I felt an itching sort of
hunger down at my sphincter that grew as I put the tip of his cock at my
hole. I sat back. After his finger play, his thick dick felt very good
going in.

Daniel's eyes had closed. His smile had become sublime. "You always feel so
good and tight," he sighed.

"Maybe," I said, greatly distracted by the internal pleasure, "I should
administer my lie detector exam this way." I clamped my butt hole tight on
him.


Though it we had joked about it that night, in the days that followed I
tried to think through just how I felt and how Daniel must feel about our
having sex of any kind with others. On the one hand, it didn't seem to faze
Daniel that Colin and I messed around. He even sounded envious. Well if he
was, it wouldn't bother me if he and Colin whooped it up sometime. I was
sure of Daniel's feelings for me. Neither did I think it likely that
increasingly straight Colin would fall for Daniel.

The key, I decided, as to whether messing around with someone else was OK,
was whether the messing around was just sex or not. If it was just sex, it
was OK. At least, that made sense to me. I decided I would need to talk to
Daniel about it.

In the meantime, I certainly didn't care if Daniel fucked David. I didn't
particularly care to myself. I liked David less and less. I was not sure
why. Because he was always trying to bed Daniel? or Colin? Maybe it was
because he was banging his little brother, Ryan.

Ryan was my sidekick. He had become dear to me. I didn't want David to mess
him up.

The first Sunday after Dr. Reese announced his new position, Ryan came
over. He offered to help me clean my larger aquarium. Gratefully, I took
him up on it.

As we were working, Ryan told me, "Daniel, I've been saving some money and
I was thinking maybe this summer, after Daniel moves to Houston, you could
help me buy and set up a twenty gallon tank. I'd like to get a new one."

"Maybe, Ry, but I'm planning on helping Daniel and his family move. In
fact, your aunt and uncle have invited me to stay the rest of the summer
with them. I probably won't come back until just before school."

I expected Ryan to be disappointed. Instead, he almost looked relieved.

"Oh that's really, really good, Sean, he said. You guys will have a great
time."

"Ry," a thought had occurred to me. "Were you worried about me being lonely
after Daniel left? Is that why you were willing to spend money I know
you've been working hard to save on another aquarium? To get me busy and
take my mind off being lonely?"

Ryan flushed. "Well maybe, sorta."

I bent, put my arms around his chest and lifted him off the ground in a big
bear hug (and I realized he had grown since the summer). "You little, you
little," I could not think what to call him. "You, little, wonderful,
great, kid." I squeezed him and kissed his cheek, then put him down. I
messed his hair. "You really are a neat kid, Ryan." I smiled. "And a good
friend. I'll take you up on that time together this fall, OK."

But a frown had crossed Ryan's brow. "Sean, you said that you wouldn't be
back until just before school started. What about football?"

"I'm not going to play football this year."

"What! You're kidding, right?"

"Come on Ry. There are more important things than football."

"For you? Your last year in high school? I can only think of one thing you
would consider more important, Sean," he said, looking up at me steadily.

"Damned perceptive little kid," I said and swatted his backside.

"Does Daniel know you're planning to skip football?"

I turned to Ryan and took his shoulders in my hands. "Ryan, please don't
say anything to Daniel yet. That will be for him and me to work out. Damn,"
I said, standing back up, "You sound just like your uncle Roger. When he
asked me to stay until the end of the summer, he joked that he meant next
summer. When I told him I would just stay until it was time for school, he
said the exact same things about football as you did."

"Did you make him promise not to tell Daniel?"

"Yeah, I did. I told him Daniel would try to talk me out of it and I said I
didn't want to be talked out of it."

"Daniel should know what you're planning," Ryan said.

"Not yet."


Once Dr. Reese accepted the Deanship, things began to move
quickly. Preparations for the move began to dwarf preparations for our
bicycle tour. A high priority for Roger and Mary became to find a home in
Houston. They planned to immediately start spending weekends in Houston,
house hunting. They very much wanted Daniel to help them look. In fact,
they wanted me to help look, as well.

But Roger and Mary knew that Daniel and I were training hard for the
tour. They agreed to let us stay and "watch the house."

We were only too glad to do just that. Daniel and I looked forward to
finally getting the whole house to ourselves.

We had used his parent's sauna, but never messed around in there. His
parents were always around. Daniel was anxious to try it.

Personally, I wanted to make love to Daniel on the huge dark leather couch
in the living room. But what we both were anxious to try was Roger and
Mary's shower. It was big enough for two. In fact it was planned for two,
with twin, detachable shower heads.

That first Friday Roger and Mary left for Houston, Daniel and I had
stripped by the time their car left the drive. This was going to be a naked
night. We skipped our short Friday ride and fired up the sauna. While we
were waiting for it to heat up, I "accidentally" popped Shawn with a
towel. Well, that was a mistake.

As anyone who has ever had a towel fight in a locker room knows, towel
fighting naked is an extreme sport. Daniel and I had an incredible
towel-fight swashbuckler as we fought through every room of the house,
enjoying the freedom of being naked in each.

I surrendered in the kitchen. Daniel had caught the shaft of my cock with a
sharp little pop that turned it instantly red. "Stop! Stop!" I shouted. "I
give up. We're going to spoil the whole weekend if you get my cock all
swollen."

Daniel was concerned and stepped up to gingerly lift my cock for an
examination. Nevertheless, he managed to say, "Getting your cock all
swollen was exactly what I had planned for this weekend."

"Yeah, but not broken and swollen with a big bulge in the middle," I
protested as we both looked down at my wounded member.

"That might feel interesting."

"You're going to find out," I warned. "In the meantime you have to kiss it
and make it all well."

Daniel smiled, but instead of "kissing it," he walked to the freezer and
retrieved an ice cube which he held against my injury. I jumped and he
backed me into the sink counter with it. "Kissy cock later. First we're
gonna freeze it."

"Well you're doing a damn fine job of that!" I said loudly, standing on my
toes as he numbed my cock and balls with it. "Then what? We gonna thaw it
in the sauna?" I asked.

"There, or in a little oven I have."

I shuddered. It really was cold. "Isn't your hand freezing?" I asked.

Daniel tossed the ice in the sink. "Whimp," he said as he again took my
cock in his hand. "We may have to spend some time working on this tonight."

"Hope I can ride tomorrow." I said.

"Hope I can ride tonight," Daniel answered.

Daniel put his hands on his hips, his own semi hard cock jutting out
beautifully. "Wait a minute. Just how have you been using 'that' in your
bicycle riding?"

"It keeps my center of gravity low." I answered.

"Good! If it's swollen, your center will be just that much lower."

"Your lack of sympathy has appalled me," I declared in a mock wounded
fashion. "I will retire to the sauna."

"As your attending physician, I insist that I accompany you there."

"Excellent, doctor. I think I will need your attention."

And I got it. The sauna had heated nicely. It was a small one, designed to
be installed inside houses. It was constructed of kiln-dried wood with two
benches just long enough to stretch out on, lava rocks over the heating
element, and a wooden bucket with a ladle to water the rocks. We quickly
discovered that the higher bench was way too hot for cuddling and the lower
bench was not much better. Though we sat on the lower bench, backs to
opposite walls, just playing with each other's privates using our toes, we
were soon both drenched in sweat and our cocks were wilted. Not at all what
we had in mind.

We stepped out into the spacious master bath and sat on the edge of the
large tub, dripping sweat. "Technically," Daniel said, "If you do what the
instructions said the Scandinavians do with their saunas, we're supposed to
stay out now for as long as we were in. Then we go back in and throw water
on the rocks. Then we come out again for as long as we were in. Then we go
in a third time and throw water on the rocks and beat our backs with
hyssop."

"Do you have hyssop?"

"Nope."

"Can we beat our backs with something else?"

"I don't want any heavy bruising."

"I had a soft instrument in mind."

"I know."

"You know," I said, "If we do all that cooking and sweating and steaming
and beating, you're going to have to carry me to the bedroom."

"No I don't. I'll just lay your limp body out on the floor and ravish you."

"With a wet noodle? You're going to be too limp. You'll have to stuff it in
with a screw driver."

"Ouch! I didn't know you were kinky."

"I'm not. I'm going to be passed out. Remember?"

"And that's not kinky?" Daniel nudged my leg, "Want to just hit the
shower?"

"Yeah, I do."

The shower was a large, square thing with terrazzo tile walls on three
sides and a glass wall and door on the front. The two side tile walls had
faucets with detachable shower heads; one high for Roger, one lower for
Mary. The back tile wall had a built-in bench.

Daniel and I each fired up a shower head. The water was ice
cold. Personally, I find cold water and a detachable shower head
inspirational. I got inspired. Daniel got inspired back. Neighbors closer
than a half mile should have been able to hear us.

As the water got warmer, so did we. Daniel showed me how to adjust the
settings on the shower heads to get a fine, stimulating spray. We began
working each other over. When Daniel passed the spray over my balls, I
grabbed his arm with my free hand and held it there.

"You like that?" he grinned.

"Oh, yeah. Here," I released his arm and pulled up my ball sack. "Squirt
underneath. Oh, yeah. Like that."

I leaned back against the wall, my own showerhead aimed in the general
direction of Daniel's side. "I think I'll just stay like this." I said.

"Oh? How about this?" Daniel lifted my cock and squirted the underside.

"Oh, yeah. That works to." I stirred off the wall and leaned Daniel back
against his. "Let me show you."

The look of pleasure on Daniel's face as I worked over his sensitive areas
would have made me hard even if I wasn't already getting there. While still
leaning back, he aimed his showerhead back into my crotch and we began
spraying each other at the same time. Our cocks rose as we moved the spray
up the shafts and over the sensitive heads.

As if choreographed, we lowered our showerheads and stepped forward to
press our bodies together at the same time, With one arm around each other,
we sprayed each other's butts and backs and kissed. When Daniel's spray
shot trough my legs from behind, hitting the back of my balls, I groaned
and tried to aim my spray to do the same for him.

"Do you think we can pack these shower heads with us on the tour?" I asked
as we took a breath.

"Turn around," Daniel said. "Let me show you the massage spray."

I turned and put my hands up on the wall over the bench. Daniel changed the
settings of his spray and aimed the pulsing jets of warm water at my
back. He worked up and down my back and butt and then behind my legs. It
felt good.

"Ok," I said. "My turn." I hung my shower head back up and took
Daniel's. He took my place at the wall. As Daniel spread his legs and put
his hands up on the wall, I rotated the showerhead settings to see what the
different ones were. As I hit a spot between two of the settings, the spray
shifted almost entirely to one of the thicker holes and the water came out
in one powerful stream. It really does not take much to inspire me,
perversely.

Looking at Daniel in "the position," butt back and ready, and looking at
that single strong jet of spray coming from the showerhead, I was simply
too tempted. I pointed the shower head at the floor while I found my target
and made sure of the aim and angle I would need. Then in one swift
movement, I brought the shower head up to Daniel's butt, spreading his
cheeks with my free hand, and aimed the jet solidly at his anus. And, I
followed the target as he rose up on his toes.

"Oh wow!," he gasped and looked back over his shoulder. "That shot water up
inside me. What did you do?"

I held the showerhead up for him to see. His eyes widened a little. "I
didn't know it would do that. That felt weird. Do it again."

I did. Daniel jumped again and I followed him up the wall.

"Man that feels weird. Here, let me show you."

We quickly switched places. I pushed my butt back and felt a surge of warm
water shoot up inside me before my sphincter reflexively closed. I relaxed
it and more water shot in. It did feel strange, but not at all unpleasant.

Suddenly, Daniel stuffed the showerhead back in its holder and broke from
the shower for the toilet saying, "Oh wow, Oh wow."

As he sat down, I could hear a whoosh of water hitting the toilet just as
my own insides convulsed. I dashed out to the toilet. There was only
one. "Oh, damn, man. You've got to let me take a turn."

"I'm not done."

"There's going to be a hell of a mess in here in about two seconds."

"Ok, but hurry." Daniel rose off the toilet without wiping (which he
probably did not need to do anyway, it being all water) and stepped to the
side.

I dropped to the toilet and added my own swoosh. Daniel was almost doubled
over. "I need back," he told me. But I wasn't done either.

It was one of those elongated toilets. Out of desperation, I slid back as
far as I could, still keeping my butt hole aimed into the toilet, and
spread my legs wide. "Can you fit in here?" I asked, pointing to the small
open space in front of me.

Daniel did not bother to answer. He simply plopped in front of me, almost
pushing me back off the seat. I put my arms around his waist to pull us
both together over the hole and I heard another little swoosh from
him. Followed by one of my own.

As our insides quieted, I laid my forehead on Daniel's back and groaned,
"You have popped my cock with a towel, frozen it with ice, cooked me like a
vegetable, hosed me with cold water, and flushed out my entire lower
intestines. I'm not sure I'm up to any more of this weekend."

"Hey," Daniel grunted in return, "that flushing part was not my idea."

"Maybe not, but I think you shot more water up me than I did you."

"No way. My insides are still rumbling."

"If you're getting ready to dump again, be careful. That last blast of
yours got some on me; you know where."

"Guess we'll have to scrub in the shower again."

"If we ever get off this toilet."

"And if there is any hot water left in the shower when we do." It was still
running.

The hot water was pretty well gone when we finally limped back into the
shower, but we managed to get clean. And no, we did not try that shower
setting again.

After we dried, we sat naked in the living room. Then we decided to sit
naked on every chair in the living room. Then we sat naked on every chair
in the dining room and breakfast room. Then we got hungry.

We chowed down some sandwiches, standing in the kitchen and took a couple
of sodas into the living room. The curtains were drawn and it was
dark. Daniel turned on the TV and found HBO. I laid back on the couch, my
head propped on the stuffed arm at the far end. Daniel grabbed a throw
pillow, put it on my chest, sat down between my open legs and laid back on
me. I put my arms over his shoulders and played with his nipples.

Back then, HBO had more risque stuff than it does these days, at least
in prime time. There was a movie on called "The Window Washer." It was
about a kid who was a window washer screwing every broad whose window he
washed. It was a comedy, but really sexy. The kid was good looking as were
the women.

My cock hardened under Daniel's back. His was rising too. After one wild
scene with lots of fucking in soap suds on a slippery floor, we both were
hard. Daniel pulled the pillow from behind his head and rolled
over. Crawling up my body, his lips found mine and I slid my arms around
under his. We made love on the couch and slept there for a while.

BIRTHDAY

The following Tuesday was Daniel's seventeenth birthday. Mine would not be
until July.

Daniel's parents had planned quite a party to give Daniel an opportunity to
see a lot of people (and see how much he was loved) before they moved. I
wore a smirk all night. I could not help it as I looked around at all the
crowd sitting on the couch where Daniel and I made love and all the chairs
where we had sat naked,

I gave Daniel a card and wished him a happy birthday, but told him I was
saving his present for the weekend.

Daniel had given me the idea and I had thought it through. It was a little
kinky, and I felt perverse at times as I planned it, but the perversity
stirred me.

I had been working on Colin. It took creativity, ingenuity, and outright
bribery. It also took seduction. I worked on Colin's mind as we lay in bed
at night.

He and his girlfriend had begun screwing like bunnies. But Colin still came
to my bed from time to time. He liked what we did. He liked messing around.

Colin was, after all, a horny fourteen year old boy. And Daniel was, after
all, very good looking. I knew I'd won over Colin when he began asking
questions about the sexual things Daniel liked to do.  That's not to say
that Colin did not use his leverage. Especially since he would be giving up
a Friday night date with Susan, I had to agree to mow the lawn for three of
Colin's turns.

Since January, I had my own key to the Reese's house. And the Reese's had
actually invited Colin to stay over sometime. Sneaking in that Friday ahead
of Daniel just took a little conniving and maneuvering.

Colin and I were there just in time. I had covered Daniel's bed with a
couple of large beach towels. On them, I had arranged Colin naked, on his
back, head propped up on a pillow. His legs were spread wide and aimed at
the bedroom door. Over each nipple and over Colin's crotch I had mounded
piles of Readi-whip. Atop each was a bright red maraschino cherry. I stood
beside the bed.

When Daniel came through his door and I yelled, "Surprise! Happy Birthday!"

His jaw dropped and his schoolbooks fell from his hands. I was deeply
gratified.

I was even more gratified by the hungry look that came over his face next
as he stepped closer to the bed.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I grinned and
nodded. Daniel gave Colin the same raised eyebrow inquiry. Colin spread his
legs a little wider and said, "Happy Birthday, Daniel."

Daniel began slowly to remove his clothes and glanced up at me, "Am I
supposed to lick all of it off?"

"Well," I answered, "you can share your birthday desert with your best
buddy."

"But you're the one who is supposed to take my cherry--uh, cherries," Colin
clarified.

"And in case you can't handle all the whipping cream, here's a bowl you can
scrape the extra into." I picked up a large flat bowl from where I'd placed
it on the floor. "But I'd leave some on to cut the strong taste." Colin
flashed me the finger.

Daniel had stripped down to his boxers, his cock jutting thick and pink
from the slot in front. Standing by the bed, he put his fore finger in the
middle of Colin's chest and drug it lightly down his front to the whipped
cream at his crotch. Then he tasted his finger.

Colin's cock was rising out of the cream. "Oh," I said, "and here comes the
candle," and pointed at Colin's rising member.

"Looks like a damn big candle," Daniel observed. "Takes after another
dessert I know." He winked at me.

Daniel removed his boxers. His cock was so hard it rose almost to his
belly. Colin's eyes fixed on it and he squirmed a little on the bed. Still
standing beside Colin, Daniel bent over each nipple and picked up a cherry
in his mouth. He held each cherry in his teeth and pulled off the
stem. There was cream on his lips.

Then Daniel bent and took the cherry from Colin's midsection and came up
with a face full of cream. As he bit down on the cherry, red juice ran out
of his mouth and onto the cream on his face. Colin's cock throbbed as it
rose hard up against his own belly.

Without scrapping off any of the whipped cream, Daniel knelt between
Colin's legs and laid face down on him. Daniel's cream covered face came
nose to nose with Colin's. They looked at each other a moment, then Colin's
tongue snaked out and licked some cream from Daniels face. Both of them
chuckled, then kissed. Their arms entwined.

As they kissed, Daniel rubbed whipping cream from his face onto Colin's and
they began licking cream from around each other's mouths. I was still
standing beside the bed, adjusting my own erection inside my pants.

Their bodies began to grind, spreading whipping cream onto and over each
other. Some oozed out between their chests. Some oozed from between the
tight junction of their loins.

Daniel pushed up onto his hands and knees and began to lick the flattened
cream from Colin's nipples, rubbing each one hard with his tongue and
gently pinching them with his teeth. Colin grabbed Daniel's head and
squirmed under him.

I was struggling between the temptation to get naked and jump in on the
action, or continue to watch Daniel "unwrap" his birthday present. Daniel
had reached Colin's crotch where Colin's cock had shed most of its cream
and was lying naked in a bed of white.

Daniel scrapped some extra cream from Colin's pubic area and shook it off
his hand into the bowl which was still on the bed. Then he began to lick
the remaining layer of cream from Colin's balls and up his cock. At that
point, both boys began to sigh and moan.

"How does it taste?" I had to ask.

Daniel took a big lick up Colin's balls from his perineum and held the
cream he had scraped out on his tongue, turning to me. I knelt onto the
bed. Closing my mouth over Daniel's tongue, I scraped the cream off it. I
rolled the cream around in my mouth. It tasted mainly like whipping
cream. But then I detected Colin's taste and once I recognized it, I tasted
it more. Colin tasted musky rich with a little cream.

Daniel's mouth closed over Colin's cock and he began to slowly move up and
down the shaft. I knew how he worked. I knew Daniel's tongue was working
the underside of Colin's cock as Daniel took him in and out of his throat,
and I could see the movement in Daniel's mouth, throat, and neck.

When Daniel's hand began to caress Colin's balls, Colin spread his legs
wider and began to bend his knees. Daniel smoothed cream into Colin's
crack. Using it as a lubricant, he worked a finger into Colin's
hole. Colin, whose hands were back on Daniel's head, grunted and lifted his
legs higher.

Daniel knelt up and spread the cream liberally up and down his cock. Then
he lowered himself to place the head of his cock at Colin's waiting ass
hole. Daniel appeared to slide in easily. As he sunk in, he lowered his
body onto Colin. When their bodies pressed together, Colin wrapped his arms
and legs over Daniel, their lips met, and Daniel began to pump into
Colin. He ended each thrust with long deep grind. And each time, Colin
groaned.

Their bodies entwined, mouths pressed together, Daniel pressing his loins
hard to Colin's butt, was all very hot, and looked very intimate. Daniel
and Colin were completely focused on each other and their bodies. I
realized they were oblivious to me. I was external to their intimacy,
almost intruding. I wondered just how good an idea this had been.

Daniel was making love to Colin. He wasn't just fucking him. He wasn't just
getting his rocks off. They were locked together from their mouths to where
Colin's ass squeezed tightly against Daniel's moving cock. I begrudgingly
admitted to myself that it was not only hot, but erotically lovely.

Sadly, I rose off from where I was kneeling on the bed and stole quietly
toward the door.

As I moved passed the bottom of the bed, Daniel's ass that I loved so much
and had memorized every inch of, was clinching beautifully each time he hit
bottom and ground in.  Colin's already creamy skin was even whiter with
remnants of whipping cream. It contrasted with the bright red of Daniel's
balls as they pressed against Colin's butt; the skin stretching tight over
the testicles as Daniel buried deep.

As quietly as I could, I stepped through the door and pulled it shut behind
me. I could not help the sigh that rose with a shudder from my chest, or
the sudden emptiness in my gut.

I turned my back to the door, preparing to go sit in the living room and
try to keep my mind off my lover and my brother in the bedroom. But before
I had gone a step, Daniel called out my name from within the room. He
sounded angry. What went wrong? I opened the door and leaned in.

Daniel, still buried in Colin's butt, had pushed up onto his hands and was
looking back at me over his shoulder. "Just where the HELL do you think you
are going? Are you trying to sneak out of my party? Get back in here."

"Well," I said sheepishly, "you guys looked busy."

"We are. It's a damn fine present that you," and then he looked down at
Colin, "and Colin are giving me." And then he looked back at me. "But just
because we are starting with the dessert does not mean that I'm not looking
forward to the main course. Strip and get over here and help me enjoy this.
I saved a seat for you." With that, he swatted his own ass and smiled
invitingly at me.

My smile was a grateful one. I stripped and they returned to their tight
embrace and rocking movement.

I climbed onto the bed behind Daniel and reached past him into the
bowl. Taking some cream, I began to work it into Daniel's moving butt. His
ass was hard. It was very hard. The muscles not only were clearly defined
under his skin, but they also felt rock hard to the touch. The long muscles
of his back rose up along his spine like steel. The affects of the
bicycling were showing. They were definitely showing. Daniel's back and
butt were ripped and magnificent.

I spread cream over my own cock and moved closer. When Daniel made his next
pull back, I placed my cock at his hole and followed him down on his
thrust. When he hit bottom and ground in, I pushed in with the tip of my
cock. When Daniel pulled back again, he pulled back onto me and I pushed
all the way in.

Instantly, we had a rhythm. I let Daniel thrust down into Colin, which
pulled my cock down each time against the front side of Daniel's insides. I
could swear I felt the hardness of his prostate against the underside of my
cock. When Daniel pulled back, I pushed in and up, grinding hard up into
him as he paused at the top of his stroke. My hands on his hips helped
control our movements.

They left off kissing. Daniel slid his cheek alongside Colin's and I could
see Colin's eyes closed in bliss. As I was appreciating my brother's
beautiful face, he opened his eyes and gave me a dreamy, heavy-lidded
smile.

For my part, I was concentrating hard on giving pleasure to Daniel as well
as to my own cock. I'm sure my look was one of intense concentration and
not dreamy at all.

Every time Daniel thrust forward, his butt pulled down my cock so that the
underside was massaged hard. Each time he pulled back out of Colin, Daniel
came back to sit hard on me as I ground up into him.  I wanted to wrap my
arms around Daniel and join their embrace, but it didn't work. It messed up
the angles. I like the angles. My cock had never been worked this way in a
butt before.

Judging by the moans and sighs and "Oh yeah"s, the others were enjoying
this as much as I.

Daniel's orgasm was building. I could tell because he began to pick up
speed, working us faster and faster. When his climax came, Daniel plunged
hard into Colin and held himself deep, grinding and clinching his ass in
the process. As he made that final plunge, his ass pulled down hard on my
cock, almost bending it and forcing the underside against his prostate. I
could feel the pumping of his muscles as he squirted into Colin and his
sphincter clinched hard and repeatedly around my cock.

The affect on me was instantaneous. As Daniel held the front half of my
cock, clinched bent and tight inside him, it triggered my own orgasm. But
my cock was constricted and my cum built up in it like water behind a
dam. I plunged all the way into Daniel to release it. As I lowered my
weight down on his own, I shot with exquisite relief over and over into his
warmth.

We all held there for a moment as a few aftershocks hit and the last
sensations finally rolled away. "That," I sighed, "was incredible."

"You have no idea," panted Daniel. "Colin fucks like you, all heat and
passion; he wraps you all up in his arms and legs. And he milks cock with
his ass like you." He turned his face to look at Colin, "No matter how many
girls you fuck, don't ever stop doing this, Colin. Talent like yours should
never go to waste."

"I taught him," I grinned at Colin, who was staring at the ceiling.

"No shit," Daniel answered. "And what were you doing to my insides? I've
never felt things like you were doing. Oh man, make notes, Sean. We need to
figure out how to do that again.

I was concerned about Colin. He was not saying a word. Were we talking too
"gay?" Colin continued to just star at the ceiling. Then it dawned on me,
"Colin, have you cum yet?"

"No," he answered, a little strain in his voice, "and I am damn close."

"Not to worry, little birthday desert," Daniel said. "I'm not done with you
yet."

I pulled out of Daniel. He pulled out of Colin and then moved up to kneel
astride him. Scraping the bowl for more cream, Daniel greased Colin's cock
and his own, already loosened hole. Then he slid back and guided Colin in.

Once Colin was buried in him, Daniel began sliding back and forth over
Colin's crotch. I wondered what that was doing to Daniel's insides.

Colins hands ran up and down Daniel's hard thighs before grabbing his
waist. He began pumping up into Daniel's movements. Their bodies writhed
sensuously as only the thin and athletic can. I began stroking my hardening
cock.

"Sometime," Colin said distractedly, "I want to try what Daniel did--Oh,
yeah, Oh, that's good, Yeah--you know, where I'd be in the middle?"

"Right now," I volunteered, "If you want Colin. We can do that right now."
It was my cock talking.

Colin turned his head to look at me, biting his lip at the sensations
Daniel was giving him. I could tell he was thinking about it. "Get out of
the way, Sean," he ordered, "Come around to the other side of the bed"

When I rose from where I had been lying, Colin pulled Daniel down to him
and held him in order to roll. Colin was now on top and began to pump. His
softer, creamier butt was clinching provocatively as he moved in and out of
Daniel.

I scrapped the last of the cream I from the bowl and lowered it to the
floor. And then I spread the cream over the end of my cock and crawled up
behind Colin. As I did with Daniel, I put the tip of my cock into Colin's
crack when he pulled out on a stroke, then followed him in on his
thrust. When he hit bottom, I kept going until all the way in. Colin's ass
was hot inside. Hotter than Daniel's.

I pulled back a little to let Colin do the moving. And Colin moved.

I tried to find the same angle I had had with Daniel. Colin was moving
differently. And yet, I was partly successful. Colin's down thrusts began
to bend my cock and force its underside hard over the area of his
prostate. Colin groaned. "Oh, that's good. Oh, that's real good."
Success. It was really good for me too.

It definitely was. Colin did not even have to clinch his sphincter to milk
me as we rocked. For my part I clinched my butt hard to pump my cock within
him each time Colin slid back. Colin was making a lot of noise, evidently
liking the position he had wanted to try. Daniel's eyes were closed. His
hands were sliding up and down Colin's sides.

Colin adjusted position, arching back upright and holding up Daniels legs
with outstretched arms. When he did this, his entire long, muscled back
pressed to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and spread my knees wider
in order to get under him better. Colin laid his head back on my
shoulder. I began doing more of the movement, raising us both up into
Daniel with firm thrusts from my hips.

This new angle was not bending my cock down onto Colin's prostate the same
way, but it was keeping me buried deep, the skin of my cock stretched back
by the constant pressure of Colin's sphincter, tight against the base of my
cock.

Colin began to make whimpering noises and was writhing on my cock as I
propelled us into Daniel and back. His butt, wriggling in my lap and his
smooth back moving against my gut and chest caused a stirring in my own,
already drained balls. I could feel them straining to make a new donation.

I came first, gasping my pleasure in Colin's ear. As I emptied, I pushed
forward, thrusting Colin hard into Daniel, I pinned him there, hard and
deep inside Daniel's butt. Daniel tensed, squeezing Colin's cock. Between
us, we brought Colin "over the top." His sphincter spasmed around my cock
as he pumped out his load.

Colin and I both were panting. "Well did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh, shit. Yeah I liked it. Would you mind coming along and doing that for
me the next time I screw Susan?"

"Oh sure. For my little brother, nothing is too much trouble."

"I don't know about you guys," Colin said as he began to catch his breath,
"but I can see how guys can go queer, at least as far as the sex is
concerned. This is hot stuff"

Daniel was looking up at us and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Speaking of hot stuff," I said, "Colin, you need to see the master
bathroom. You'll love the shower heads." I winked down at Daniel, who
grinned.

HOUSTON

That weekend, Daniel's parents found a house they liked in Houston, but
wanted Daniel to see it before they made a final decision. So the next
weekend, Daniel and I road up with them. Roger had reserved one room for
them and one for us (adjacent but not adjoining) in one of those big atrium
hotels. We got there fairly late Friday night. Roger told us to order
breakfast in the morning from room service if we wanted, but to be ready to
go look at the house by 10:00 AM.

There's something cool about hotels anyway, especially fancy ones. Daniel
and I explored the place and then swam in the hotel pool before it shut
down for the night. We got onto the elevator to ride back up to the room,
towels around our necks and in our speedos. On the very next floor a family
got on. From the luggage, we assumed they were checking in.

They had a girl our age. She was quite pretty with nice hips and perky
tits. I began to get a little stiff. Then I noticed the Mom smiling at me
and then down at my bulge and back up. The dad was oblivious, trying to
manage luggage and a sleepy young son.

They got off a floor before ours. As they juggled luggage and kids around
to get off, the mom backed up to me and grabbed my cock through my
speedos. I nearly climbed the back elevator wall. After they got off, I
said, "That was weird."

"Yeah, what is it with you and older women anyway?"

That night, the though of sex in a hotel stimulated our libidos. We made
love in both beds and purposefully spilt cum all over the sheets, giggling
to ourselves over the orgy we imagined that the maids would think had taken
place.

The next morning, while still in bed, we ordered breakfast from room
service. "Want to answer the door naked when the food comes?" Daniel asked.

"You are so crazy," I said. "What if it's a woman who brings it?"

"Naw, it's always a guy. Just keep a towel handy to tie around if it is a
woman."

"You're nuts," I told him, then leaned over and laid my naked body against
his bare side. In my best French accent, I said, "But you are zee love of
my life. For you, Cheri, I will answer zee door nakeed."

"And hard?" he asked, rolling me back and moving atop me. He rubbed his
soft cock against mine.

"Shame on you, Cheri. Zome things I save just for you and me, eh?"

"Yeah, right. You, Me, Colin, Stefan, Aaron, David, Ryan."

I dropped out of my French accent. "Damn. We have screwed around. We did
all those together, didn't we? Should we start making notches on
something?"

"Not on my something!" and Daniel rolled off me covering his privates in
mock horror.

"Maybe we'll make notches on the bell boy." I suggested.

"Not if he's too big. He might not like it."

Despite all the sex in the night, my cock was getting semi hard. "You know,
Daniel. Now that you've got me thinking about getting hard for the bell
boy, it's going to be hard not to be hard when the food comes."

"Oh, that's simple," Daniel said, and he turned on the television.

We were both soft when the meal came. I answered, peeking around the
door. It was a muscular young guy, maybe twenty, hispanic with unusually
light eyes and remarkably good looks. Staying behind the door, I pulled it
open for him to come in.

When the door closed behind, Daniel threw the covers off and climbed from
bed rubbing his hands together. "Oh great! Food."

I was standing behind the room service clerk and saw his back stiffen when
he saw Daniel naked. I walked around in front of him to begin lifting
lids. I looked up at the guy. A smile was spreading across his face.

"Do you have a bill for me to sign?" Daniel asked.

The guy, smiling more broadly by the moment handed the bill across the cart
to Daniel who then made a big show of walking over to the desk and bending
over it to sign, his butt wagging back and forth. "Don't forget to tip,
Daniel," I reminded.

"Oh yeah, Daniel said, looking back over his shoulder and butt toward
us. What kind of tip would you like."

The guy laughed out loud. Then he reached down and took my cock in his
hands. I jumped, but then let him hold it. "The tip I would like," he
answered, "would take too long right now. But I can come back later for
it."

Then I felt sorry for teasing the guy because we would be out later and
Daniel and I had had no intention of seducing anybody.

"What time?" Daniel asked, and I turned to look at him in surprise.

"Three this afternoon," he answered.

"Naw. Can't." Daniel said with what I hoped was mock sadness. "We won't be
back till late."

"I can come back later," he said hopefully. "Or even early in the
morning. And I can bring a friend or two. We usually charge for it, but you
two are about the most beautiful guys I've ever seen. We'll just have fun."

I realized that my cock was still in his hand as it started to grow. He
felt it and turned to smile at me.

"What kind of friends?" I asked.

"What kind do you like?"

"The kind like you," Daniel answered for me. Things were definitely getting
out of hand. We hadn't intended this. I sure hadn't. But my cock was
growing. Was Daniel getting a little excited like me? Would either of us;
could either of us put the brakes on this thing?

"I've got two just like me. My little brothers. One's about your age. The
other might be a little younger."

There was a pause for a moment. Then Daniel said, "No, we better not. My
folks are next door. They'd hear us and make a stink."

"No, man," the guy said, "we can be very quiet."

"Quiet," Daniel shook his head. "You haven't been fucked by that," he said,
pointing to my now hard cock in the guy's hand. The guy stroked me.

"I can handle it. So can my brothers."

"No," Daniel insisted.

"OK, man. But look, my name is Frank. I'll write down my number in case you
change your minds."

Daniel picked up the pad and pen off the desk to bring over, but instead of
taking it, Frank continued to hold my cock in his hand and dropped to his
knees. Before I could react, his hand grabbed my cock firmly and he began
licking my cock head like a big ice cream cone. My knees almost buckled at
the sudden, intense sensation. He took me into his mouth.

As Frank grabbed my butt with both hands and deep throated me, I turned to
Daniel, trying to ask him, "What do I do?" with my eyes, but fighting the
waves of pleasure as well.

Daniel's mouth was open and he actually looked shocked. Guess our answering
the door naked was backfiring big time. Frank had backed me to the bed and
I fell back on it.

I looked again over at Daniel. His mouth was still open, but his cock was
sticking straight out. "No help there," I thought, just before Frank's
tongue pushed out his mouth and onto my balls while he was deep throating
me. Shit the guy was good.

I was aware of Daniel coming over. He knelt by Frank and started to undo
his pants. That's when Frank jumped up and started to back away. "No,
man. I really don't have time right now. Here," he found the pad and pen
and wrote down a number. "Call me here if you want to get together later."

"Wait," Daniel said then hesitated. For once, he really seemed at a loss
for words. He definitely was not accustomed to things stopping once they
began. I was still reeling from the sudden cessation of those incredible
feelings, but was conscious enough to get a kick out of seeing Daniel
bamfussled.

"Wait," he said again. "The bill." He retrieved it from the desk, but did
not hand it yet to Frank. He was not giving up without a fight, "First show
us what you've got."

Frank grinned and opened his pants. He pulled them down to reveal a cock at
least a long as mine and much, much thicker. "Oh, shit," Daniel gasped.

Frank smiled and zipped back up. He held out his hand and Daniel handed
over the bill in a bit of a daze. "I'll be at that number from when I get
off until about six or seven, OK?"

We both nodded and Frank left the room. We turned to each other with blank
stares. "What," I asked, "am I supposed to do about this now?" and I
pointed at my hard, teased, and disappointed cock.

Daniel was still hard too.

"Wash it off," he said, "and I'll finish."

I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. When I came back out, we moved into
a sixty-nine position. Before I began licking him, I said, "You and your
crazy ideas! I'm not sure it's going to be safe to leave you in this town."


At 10:00 AM Roger knocked on the door and we drove out to a new and really
nice neighborhood on the north side of town. Roger and Mary had refused to
tell us anything about the house. They wanted Daniel to make his own
decision and implied that it would be their decision as well.

The subdivision was set in tall pine trees and the houses had large
lots. The home we pulled up to was about the same size as the one they were
leaving. From the outside, it looked quite different, but on the inside
there were remarkable similarities. I guess Mary liked her floor plan. The
houses were almost identical except for the addition of an office/study in
the front of this one. Unfortunately, this house lacked some of the more
lavish details of their old home. Daniel's bath was really plain.

It was when we looked through the windows to the back yard that we saw the
biggest difference. The yard was beautifully landscaped with a sweeping
terrace and a large swimming pool.

"Oh, Dan," I said, looking out the family room window, "I don't care about
the rest of the house. Look at that backyard. You gotta take it."

But Daniel maintained a serious and critical expression as he went through
every room. Finally, after he had been over everything thoroughly and we
were standing in the backyard, Mary could stand it no longer. "Well?" she
asked.

"Well what?" asked Daniel innocently.

"Daniel! What about the house?"

"Oh, that," he shrugged. "Sean answered that while ago. We'll take it."
Then he smiled and hugged her. "Good job, Mom. This house is fantastic!"

"You like it?"

"Mom! I love it!"

"Well we can fix up your room some. We can redo your bath and make it more
like home. We were thinking about building a game room over the detached
garage."

"It's fine with me as is, Mom. I think it's great."

Roger turned to me, "You really like it too, Sean?"

"What kind of game room?" I asked, grinning.

Roger laughed. "Oh a pool table, card table, maybe ping pong or foosball."

"I'll be here every weekend," I enthused.

Roger put his arm over my shoulder and gave it a hug. "You know you'd be
welcome. I like having two sons. And there is a third bedroom."

I looked back at him. "You know I've enjoyed having two families," then I
grinned. "Especially if one of them is adding pools and pool tables."

"What?" Daniel protested. "You only love us for our house."

"What rot!" I exclaimed. "You know darn well it's mainly your mom's
cooking. Well, that and the fact that I'm a better bridge player than you."


That afternoon, Roger and Mary took us to the Galleria, a large mall. They
went looking for things for their new home. Daniel and I cruised. Houston
had a lot of fine looking guys. Way too many for my taste.

We stopped at a very large sporting goods store and looked for things that
would be good to take on the bike tour--that is good, as in ultra
light. When we hit the clothing area Daniel suggested we try on some
things.

"I know your mind, Daniel. It's against state law to try on underwear."

"Ah, but not swim suits." We had come up on a rack of Speedos.

"We don't need swim suits."

"Sure we do. You can never have too many speedos." He was grabbing up
several that were our size. (I was slightly slimmer in the waist but made
up for it in the butt. Both of us tended to looser clothes because of the
crotch.) Daniel made me follow him back to the dressing rooms. There was no
attendant. Daniel led the way to the back changing room.

Preparing to take the next booth, I held out my hand for a couple of suits,
"Which ones do you want me to try on?"

"All of them," and he drug me by the hand into the one booth. There was
ample room, but I protested. "Daniel! You can only have one person in a
changing room. Didn't you see the sign?"

"What sign? Strip."

So we did. We got naked and began modeling suits for each other. I knew
Daniel liked me in black but was surprised when he got excited about a
white suit, one with a really short side seam. I felt like it was a
g-string. "Shit, why bother with a suit at all," I complained. My balls and
cock stretched the pouch obscenely and a couple of pubic hairs peeked over
the waistband.

"I wonder what that thing would look like wet?" he mused. "Turn around."
When I did, he ran his hand over the suit as I turned. "You've lost too
much of your tan. But when you get it back, you'll look terrific in that."

"Yeah, right before they arrest me."

"Ninny," Daniel said as he pulled on a deep green suit, not much larger
than the one I had on. The color went really well with his own
coloring. There was a mirror in the booth. He admired his
reflection. Spreading his legs, he pushed up and down on his pouch, letting
it drop to see the affect. He reached in and ran his cock out to the side
to see what that looked like. A couple of pubic hairs showed over his waist
band too.

"If we're going to wear these, ever, we would need to trim our pubic
hairs," I hissed.

I pulled on a bright red version of the same suit as the white one. It was
less likely to be see-through, and the color made my skin look brighter.

Daniel was still at the mirror. He began to move his hips in a gyrating
rhythm, watching his reflection. "We could shave them," he said absently.

"Shave what," I asked, mildly confused, as I tried to adjust myself in the
red suit.

"Our pubic hairs. You said trim them. I said shave them."

That caught me by surprise. Kinky. "Well, that would keep them out of my
teeth for a change."

Daniel smiled at me in the mirror. "I'll shave yours if you shave mine."

I came up behind and began matching the movement of his hips with mine,
putting my arms around him. We danced together in front of the mirror. I
chewed his neck. He did look wonderfully young and male and athletic and
sexy in that suit. We both were much leaner and more ripped than the first
time we had made love last summer. The bicycling was stripping away what
little body fat we had.

Daniel's muscles rippled under his skin as he moved. He wrapped his arms
over mine and began grinding his butt back into me.

"You're about to hear a ripping sound behind you," I whispered in his ear
as we danced. "It will be quickly followed by a second ripping sound and
you will notice an unusual stretching sensation in your behind."

Daniel chuckled and turned to face me. He put his forearms loosely over my
shoulders. My hands grasped his waist. We continued to dance, now grinding
our suits together. He leaned back, holding onto my neck, and looked at
were we were joined at the pouch. "I wonder how much they will stretch."

"They wouldn't tear," I predicted, "But a couple of hard-ons and I doubt
they will ever be the same."

My cock had already climbed past the waistband and his was pushing out to
the side of his suit. We were rocking to the rythm of the store's
background music.

"Let's buy them," he said looking at me earnestly.

"Where would we wear them?" I protested. Your Mom would faint if we wore
them at your new pool. There's probably some ordinance against it
anyway. Besides, I'm about out of savings. I've been so busy bicycling with
you that I haven't had a chance to earn any money."

"We can take them on the tour. Nobody's going to know us. And I'll pay for
the suits."

"They'd sure as hell be light enough for the trip," I thought aloud, "But
they probably have decency rules in the parks."

"Not for Greek gods. I'm going to get them so shut up."

"Well OK, if your going to get nasty about it," I smiled at him. "But we
better quit doing this dry hump dance if we want the suits dry when we pay
for them."

"Sort of late for that," Daniel observed. Both of us had leaked a little
precum and the suits had little damp spots. "We'll just have to wave them
around as we walk through the store so they'll air out." Daniel observed.

I sighed, "You're not going to be safe on your own in Houston. Maybe I
better move up here after all."

"That'd be great," Daniel said as we pulled off the suits. "Then you could
earn some money working again. You could work for Frank."

"Huh?"

"Frank. At the hotel."

I tried to slap his bare ass. For a couple of minutes we danced around the
dressing room trying to swat each other's behinds, but quieted down when we
heard a door close to one of the other booths. We dressed, and left.

Daniel bought the suits. He also bought two swim chamois to use as
towels. Previously, we had debated even taking any towels at all. We had
about decided it would be better to air dry our bodies than try to carry
the weight. Neither of us had ever seen swim chamois before but recognized
an excellent solution when we saw one.

Roger took us by a huge bicycling store later that afternoon. There, he
bought Daniel a two-man tent. We had not planned on taking a tent, but this
one was nylon and shock corded to fold really small. I started to protest
because of the weight, but Daniel kicked my leg under the display table so
I hushed.

Later he told me he thought the tent would be great for privacy, "Because,"
he said, "The parks and the state actually do have rules against what I
intended to do to you on this trip."

We returned to the hotel late after supper. After we had settled in the
room, there was a light knock at the door. Daniel and I both looked at each
other in alarm and mouthed, "Frank" at the same time.

"Do we answer it?" I whispered.

"No," Daniel shook his head.

"He may know we're here. He might have heard us or seen us come back."

"Doesn't matter," Daniel said. "Let him think you and I are already going
at it."

The knock came again, a little louder.

"What if he brought his brothers all the way down here? Shouldn't we at
least say thanks, but no thanks."

"No," Daniel whispered back. "You saw the size of his cock. I'm not taking
that thing in me. And," he hissed, "his brothers are probably just as big."

I have to admit, as good looking as Frank was, I wondered what younger
versions must look like. But I had no desire to open the door either. "If
we want him to think we're already going at it, why don't we?" I asked,
sliding over beside Daniel and planting a kiss on his lips. There were no
more knocks; at least none we heard.

The next morning I woke to find Daniel lying with his head on my chest. He
was facing away, down my body. His fingers were lightly combing my pubic
hair. Something wet ran down my belly from my chest. A tear?

I began stroking Daniel's hair. "Are you OK, guy?" I asked.

"Sean," he said, still facing away. "I don't want to live in Houston. I
don't want to move. I want my own house; the one back home. I want my
senior year with my friends. I want to stay home."

My mind began working. What could we do. Maybe we could have Daniel stay at
our house after all. There really wasn't room, but maybe we could find an
old travel trailer to put out back.

"I know what you're thinking, Sean," he said. "But it won't work."

"What won't work?" I challenged.

"Me staying with your family."

"Why not? Exchange students do it all the time."

"You guys don't have the room."

"We can make room. I was thinking we could get a travel trailer for out
back or something."

We lay there thinking. "Maybe you could be an exchange student up here with
me," Daniel speculated.

There was certainly enough time to arrange something like that. I started
to get excited.

"I know what you're thinking Sean. Don't get too excited yet."

"Will you quit with all this mind reading stuff! We could work it out. It
could happen."

"Even if we could, I'm not sure our parents would go for it. Oh, I know my
folks would be fine with you staying up here. They might even be fine with
my staying down there for a year. I don't think your dad and mom would like
you to be up here, though. And you'll really want your senior year back
home, too."

"I want my senior year with you," I grabbed his hair and gave a gentle
shake. "I think you're right though. Our best chance would be to arrange
for you to stay with us. Do you mind if I work on it?" I asked.

"No. I don't mind. I just don't think it will happen."


We returned home well equipped for the tour. It was almost on us. But now I
had something else consuming my imagination. I wanted Daniel to live with
us. I waited for the right time to ask. It was the next Sunday
afternoon. Dad, Colin, and I were in the back yard, tossing a baseball.

"Dad," I asked, "have you ever considered hosting an exchange student."

But Dad was way ahead of me. "I've thought about hosting Daniel, for his
senior year."

Colin's next toss to me hit my side because I was standing, stunned.

"But," Dad quickly added, "I don't think it would be wise."

"Why not?" This was turning very bad, very fast.

Dad walked over to me. He lowered his voice a little. "I'm concerned for
your Mom. She does a lot you know, especially for you kids. And she's
reaching an age where women go through some changes. I'm not sure how well
she is handling it. I really am worried, Sean, about what adding another
teenage child, a long-term house guest, actually--I'm worried about the
load on your mom. What it would do to her."

"I can do the work, Dad. I can do laundry, cook, and stuff. And I even
thought that maybe we could find a cheap travel trailer to stick out back
for Daniel to stay in. He and I would take care of it."

"And your school and sports?"

"I'll do OK dad."

"Sean, you stand a good chance of getting scholarship help. Even though
your granddad will pay for some of your college, your mom and I can't help
you very much. You really need to do well this year in school."

"I will dad. I was already thinking about not playing football."

Dad smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder, "So you could spend the
last of the summer up at Daniel's?"

I looked down at the ground.

"I understand, Sean. And though I really think you could get a football
scholarship, I would never force you to play." He walked back away and held
up his glove for Colin to toss him the ball. "Let your Mom and I talk it
over, Sean. He said as he tossed me the ball."

"You and Daniel are going to be spending a couple of weeks together on your
bike tour and then a couple of weeks helping them to move. If you two guys
can stand each other after all that time together, you will really be more
like brothers than friends. Why don't we see how you feel after the tour?"

"I know how we're going to feel, Dad."

"OK. Then let your Mom and I see how we are going to feel after your tour."

We worked the ball around a few times in silence. Then Dad said, "Did you
know your Mom has been against the idea of your bicycle tour from the
begining?"

"Naw!"

"Yep. You're too young. You're not even out of high school yet. You could
get hit by a car and be lying on the side of the road in the middle of the
hill country and we'd never know."

"You guys can't cancel the tour now," I protested.

"No, son," he laughed. "Part of a dad's job is to restrain moms and let
boys grow up. She hasn't liked it, but she's going along with it." He threw
me a hot one. "Part of a Dad's job, too," he added, "Is to protect his wife
from taking on too much. Just like it's my job to help you grow up. It's my
job to look after your mom. You understand?"

"Yeah, dad," I said sadly. "I understand."

"Oh, and on this bicycle tour,"

"Yeah,"

"Just remember that even brothers have arguments. Just don't hold grudges
and apologize to each other when you need to--even if it isn't your fault."

Colin piped up for the first time, "Yeah, he's always making me do
that. You know. Apologize when it's not my fault."

"It's always your fault," I corrected. And then I thought how seldom it was
that Colin and I had ever argued. We certainly had never thrown a punch at
each other, at least since we were toddlers. I couldn't imagine getting
angry enough at Daniel to hold a grudge.

But what I found interesting is that what my dad had just told me was
exactly the advice I had heard him give to young married couples on more
than one occasion. I wondered how much he and mom might know or have
guessed about Daniel and me. And I wondered if it would effect their
decision whether to let him stay with us.

Dad took me to buy traveler's checks. He knew I didn't have any money, but
he paid for two hundred dollars in checks himself.

As we were riding back home and I was thanking him profusely, he said,
"I've got to be honest with you, Sean. I really envy your being able to
take this tour. I want you to have a good time."

"Thanks, Dad. I sort of guessed that you were wishing you could go
yourself."

"Yeah. I do," he laughed.

We were silent a moment. Then he said, "It's hard for a parent to let their
children out on their own sometimes. I guess I'm a little worried too. You
and Daniel be real careful, OK?"

"We will," I promised.

"I don't mean just on the road. There are people out there who would take
advantage of young people like you. Be careful. And be careful for each
other, OK? Daniel has a bit of an adventurous spirit. And you don't always
think before you do things. Just be careful." He turned to me. "I love you
very much, son."

"I know, Dad. I love you, too."

He smiled. "I want you to remember something. I will always love you and
you will always be my son. No matter what. You understand?"

I nodded.

"No matter what," he repeated. He turned back to the road and we were
silent the rest of the way.


Daniel and I had read that some bicyclists shaved their legs, as if that
would help with wind resistance. Nevertheless, the idea was intriguing and
it gave us an excuse to do something new and kinky. Two nights before we
left, we sat on the floor in Daniel's bathroom and carefully shaved up each
other's legs.

Daniel was intent on doing our pubes too. So after our legs, he changed
blades and came back to where I was lying on my back on the floor.

"You're taking my life in your hands," I warned.

"Oh, I'm way too fond of your things down there to let anything happen."

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of Daniel working shave cream into my
bush. The blade made me a little nervous, but Daniel was gentle. He
surprised me when he lifted my cock and shaved under it and down onto my
balls. "What are you doing?" I asked nervously. "That's sensitive equipment
down there."

"Quiet," Daniel told me, "This is a delicate operation. You have some hair
here. I want it out of the way when I lick your balls. That's one of my
responsibilities, you know; licking your balls. Not that I don't enjoy my
work. Licking your balls is one of the things I really like about my
job. In fact, I've come to consider your balls as much mine as yours."

"Just don't try to run off with them," I cautioned.

The shaving felt really weird. What was weirder was how I looked when I
washed the shave cream off in the shower.

"Damn, Sean. You look like an eight year old."

"I feel naked,"

"You are naked"

"I feel nakeder. I feel like I did in third grade when I got my first burr
haircut."

"You look really cool, and real lickable." Daniel said.

I looked startlingly different than I had imagined. "Yeah, I just have to
stay out of those state park showers when those hill country cowboys are
using them."

"Tell them you're a competitive swimmer. They shave."

"They shave down there?"

"Hell, I don't know. But they won't either. Or tell them you had an
operation."

"We can't both tell them we had an operation," I pointed out.

"Oh, yeah. Well standing here looking at you, I'm thinking it might be best
if only one of us is shaved like that."

"Like hell you say! Give me that razor."

"No Sean. You're getting angry. I'm not sure you should attempt anything
this delicate in your current state."

"Give me the razor and get on the floor. And you better plan on lying very,
very still or I'll shave more than what you shaved off me." I held out my
hand demandingly.

"Here doctor," he said, handing me the razor with mock solemnity. "No slip
ups, please."

"Relax," I told him, "I could accidentally cut off something down there and
nobody would notice."


The plan was for my Dad to drive Daniel and I up to Daniel's grandparents
house in San Antonio, spend the night, and then drop us off on the north
side of town early the next morning.

We were packed, ready, and restless our last night before the
trip. Fortunately, we spent it at Daniel's house and were able to
eventually fuck enough to relax into a short sleep.

The morning came. Dad came by with his van. We packed, said good bye to
Roger and Mary, then swung back by my house to say good bye to my family. I
gave Colin a gift that I had for his fifteenth birthday which would fall
while we were gone.

Colin pulled me aside and whispered, "I know what kind of birthday gifts
you give, you know. I expect something more when you get back." I gave him
a mock punch to the jaw.

Then we were on the road.


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