Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 14:45:12 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 8

Sorry to have taken so long to submit this segment. First, I lost a lot of
work, due to a hardware failure. Then I got carried away and wrote such a
long segment that I had to rework it into two. Believe it or not, I think
this one will be shorter than the other, which, since it is substantially
written, should be posted in another day or two.

As I have said in earlier segments, I wish to retain all rights to this
story. However, I am delighted to grant permission for Nifty or any other
person or entity to publish this story as long as there is no charge to the
reader and as long as now changes are made to the story.

SEA CHANGE, Pt 8

That last morning, two little kids running past the tent woke me. I was on
my back and Daniel was lying over me. His head was on my left shoulder, his
left leg was thrown over mine, and his left hand was lying, palm down, on
my right shoulder.  His hair was partly in my face. It smelled of trees and
river.

His tan shoulder shone with that warm, healthy patina that most young boys
and many young men have; smooth, inviting the eye and the hand.

My eyes moved slowly down our bodies, lingering over every muscle, every
fine golden body hair. We had become hardened and slimmed. My abs were
clearly defined, even lying on my back as I was. The skin of Dan's butt lay
thinly over his muscles. The mounds of Daniel's white butt rose down the
landscape of our tanned bodies like distant snow covered hills.

As gently as I could, I laid my hand on Daniel's back. I did not want to
wake him. I just wanted to touch him and feel his soft skin and his hard
back muscles beneath. But he stirred, snuggling his crotch against my
hip. His lips kissed my chest. I kissed the top of his head, and took a
deep smell of his hair.

Daniel kissed my nipple. His cock was growing hard against me. My cock was
rolling upward onto my belly as it thickened. I began stroking Daniel's
back. He moved a hand to my cock and rubbed it with his palm. I pressed my
hips up into his hand and maoned my pleasure.

Daniel bent forward down my body. His back blocked my view, but I felt his
warm, wet mouth close over my cock.

I could hear the river close by. Birds were calling and campers were
waking. I was glad our tent was in the shade of some trees. It would be
getting hot soon. Hot enough that I didn't bother closing the end flaps
like we often did to make love. No one could see in the screening anyway.

Daniel's body had me pinned at the waist, but I bent my torso and stretched
my hands over Daniel's butt. His muscles twitched. I grabbed two handfuls
of glutes and began pulling them apart and moving them in circles, first
clockwise, then counter clockwise, then one clockwise and one counter
clockwise--damn I loved his ass.

I ran my left hand between his legs. He lifted his upper leg to give me
room and I rubbed firmly on his perineum. His hips made a couple of little
involuntary thrusts. I moved my hand on to his balls and rolled the loose,
moist skin of his scrotum over my fingers.

I bent further and reached my right hand over to grasp Daniel's cock. The
skin of his shaft was soft and moist, and still a little loose over his
cock. I kissed the back of his waist and ran my tongue over his warm
skin. Then I stretched to push my tongue into the top of his crack.

Daniel rolled to his other side, and we moved into a sixty-nine position. I
buried my face between his legs and licked his ballsack. When I took him
into my mouth, he was leaking precum. We were waking slowly, and our
sucking was slow and lazy.

I paused to ask, "Would you like to fuck me one last time before we leave?"

Taking his mouth off my cock, he licked it once, twice, then said, "I'm
good like this."

"Me too."

We swallowed each other's cocks and just enjoyed sucking.

When we both had cum, I crawled up between Daniel's legs and laid down on
him. Our arms went around each other. "I don't want to go home," I said.

Daniel raised his pelvis under me, pressing our cocks together. "Hell, now
I know I don't want to go home."

We began rolling back and forth in each other's arms. Our legs tangled.  "I
changed my mind," Daniel said. I do want to fuck you. Since I happened to
be on top at the time, I knelt up, straddled his waist, greased up, and
lowered my self onto him, watching his face.

When Daniel's cock was all the way in and I was sitting firmly in his lap,
I began sliding back and forth, dragging his cock forward and backward
inside me. I stroked myself as I did. Daniel ran his hands over my thighs
and then cupped my butt.

His belly and chest muscles were working as Daniel ground up into me. It
was like watching a dance of muscles; beautiful muscles. His eyes were
closed and his mouth was open in a silent moan. His light gold hair fanned
out from behind his head. I looked back over my shoulder at his long
legs. He was pressing his heels into the floor of the tent and all his leg
muscles were standing out where they wove together under the skin. I was
fucking an angel, a god.

My cock was thick in my hand. I felt good from the tip of the crown, all
the way down through the root to where Daniel's cock was working my
prostate. When I shot, my cum splattered Daniel up to his face. He smiled,
reached out with his tongue, and licked a drop of cum from his cheek. Then
he grabbed my hips and came in me.

When he quit humping, I bent forward to kiss him, and he popped out. I
straightened out beside him as we strung out a long kiss. When the kiss
ended and my face pulled back from his, we both became aware of two faces
looking in through the screen at the end of the tent past our heads. It
looked like two boys, prepubescent, but they disappeared so fast, I could
not be sure. I wondered how long they had been there.

"Shit, I think it's time to pack up and go," I said, pulling on shorts.

"Yep. We can shower up at the entrance campground, then scoot."


We made it to Uvalde about an hour before my Dad and Colin. It was a long
drive for them. Colin came along to keep Dad company. I helped drive back.

I was dying to ask Dad if he had made a decision about Daniel living with
us, but knew not to ask while Daniel was with us. So we occupied the ride
home with tales of our tour and Dad filled us in on news from home.

When we had left for the trip, the plan was for me to help Daniel's family
with their move, which would now be in two weeks, and then to stay with
them in Houston until the end of the summer. Nothing Dad said indicated
that anything had changed in those plans.

It worried me that no news might be bad news.

It was early evening when we arrived at Daniel's house. Roger and Mary
acted almost as happy to see me as Daniel. They insisted we come in and,
over soda, Daniel and I recounted highlights (well what Roger and Mary
would consider highlights) of our trip. But we were tired, and Dad finally
excused us to go home.

As soon as we were in the van, I could resist asking no longer, "Dad, have
you come to a decision about our 'exchange student'?"

He held up his hand as if to ward me off, "I'm sorry, Sean, but I don't
have the answer you want." He looked at me apologetically, then said, "I
want you to know that your Mom and I had decided that we would be glad to
have Daniel live with us."

Colin spoke up from the back seat, "Dad even found a travel trailer to put
out back for Daniel."

"Then what's wrong?" I asked. "Why can't he stay with us?"

"Because of Daniel's parents, Sean," Dad explained as he drove, "especially
Daniel's mom. Mary thinks, and I believe she's right, that this will be the
last year Daniel will be living at home. You know that Daniel has always
been set on going to UT." Dad turned to look at me, "You have to
understand, Sean. Daniel is their only child and they simply are not ready
to part with him yet."

I was quiet, trying to think things through. Dad added, "And no, you are
not going to live with them in Houston. Your Mom and I talked it over. We
don't think it would be wise, for several reasons. But it's late right now,
and we can talk about that tomorrow if you want. But, Sean, we are sure
about the decision."

That night, as we lay in our beds, Colin wanted to be sure that I
understood where Dad was coming from. He told me about a conversation that
he and Dad just after they had left for Uvalde that morning. This is what
Colin said happened:

COLIN, "I heard you tell Mom last night that Daniel won't be staying with
us after all."

DAD drove, his eyes on the road, "No, Colin. I'm afraid it is not going to
happen."

COLIN was curious. "What went wrong?"

DAD shrugged. "Well the Reeses couldn't decide. Dr. Reese finally called me
yesterday to say they just couldn't do it. It's likely to be their last
year to have Daniel living at home."

COLIN. "I guess they're a close family, huh?"

DAD turned to Colin. "Daniel is their only child, Colin. They love him very
much. It would be very hard, especially for Mary right now, to not have
Daniel at home."

DAD looked thoughtfully off in the distance, "But I can't help but think
they are making a mistake."

COLIN, "Why?"

DAD glanced at him. "I know you love your brother, Colin." He paused, "How
much do you love him?"

COLIN . "That's a weird question. You know I love Sean."

DAD, "Do you love him, no matter what? Would you love him if you found out
something about him you didn't like?"

COLIN was now concerned, "Yeah, Dad. He's my brother."

DAD, "Then I'm going to tell you some things that you are not going to
repeat to anyone. I'm going to explain something to you to help you
understand what is going on with your brother." Dad smiled gently at
Colin. "Maybe what I tell you will help you be a good brother to Sean. OK?"

COLIN, "OK."

DAD took a deep breath, "It has been obvious to your Mom and me for some
time that Sean and Daniel are in a homosexual relationship."

COLIN was silent. Then asked, "Then why have you let them be friends?"

DAD sighed, "Because they had fallen in love with each other long before we
figured out what was happening. Because, despite the...'complications'...at
the bottom of their relationship is a deep friendship; a very good
friendship, I think. And it's a friendship that has bonded their lives
together like glue." Dad wrestled with his explanation. "Colin, even if we
were to try to split them, well, unless you are very, very careful, when
you try to pull apart two things that have been firmly glued together, they
can shatter. We could easily do more harm than good."

DAD looked out the side window, "Colin, I am glad for their friendship--oh,
not the homosexual attraction and what they might be doing about that--but
the friendship. Every guy needs to find at least one close friend in his
life.  And what your brother and Daniel have is a once in a lifetime kind
of friendship. I think they have been good for each other. I know Sean has
been good for Daniel."

COLIN, "So that's why you are willing for Daniel to live with us?"

DAD gave a little shake to his head, "Only partly. What really has me
concerned about Daniel moving to Houston, is Houston. That city is a very
bad place for boys who have gotten into the things your brother and Daniel
have gotten into. I'm worried for Daniel."

DAD continued almost to himself, "I would have never wanted Daniel staying
with Sean inside our home. I would not be comfortable with what they might
be doing together. It's funny though, because when Sean suggested a trailer
out back, somehow, that made things more acceptable. Silly, huh?"

COLIN, "But what's with Houston? Why are you worried about Daniel moving to
Houston? Maybe it will be good for the two of them to be apart."

DAD shook his head emphatically. "No. A lot of homosexuals live in
Houston. They even have their own little area in town. They have their own
bars, their own theaters--pornographic theaters. Houston also has more of a
drug problem in their schools than we do.  And I'm worried because Daniel
is not the wallflower type. Sooner or later, he will get into things that
are not good."

They rode in silence for a while.

COLIN, "Sean is going to want to move to Houston then, Dad. Maybe he could
be a good influence on Daniel if he did."

DAD answered sadly, "No. Not up there. Eventually, Daniel would get Sean
into some things he shouldn't, or resent Sean if he doesn't. Besides, Sean
can be tempted all on his own."

"And don't forget. It's our last year with Sean at home as well.

And there is one other thing; I believe if Sean finishes high school here,
he will stand a much better chance of gettng scholarship help of some
kind. He's going to need it."

COLIN, "If the Reeses know all this, then why aren't they willing to leave
Daniel with us?"

DAD, "I don't think that Roger and Mary have let themselves see the
obvious. I don't think they have acknowledged consciously at least, that
the boys are lovers."

COLIN. "But, Dad, Dr. Reese is a psychologist. Don't you think he's figured
it out?"

DAD, "He's a psychologist, but he is also a Dad. He and Mary have the same
dreams as most parents; dreams of their children growing up, doing well,
getting married, having grandbabies. Mary may even hope to have a daughter
by gaining a daughter-in-law." Then Dad shook his head sadly, "Daniel is
their only child. If they admit to themselves that he is homosexual, it
means giving up a lot of dreams."

COLIN, "Maybe Sean and Daniel won't always be homosexual. Maybe they'll
meet girls and get married. Maybe they're just going through a phase."

DAD shook his head once again and gave Colin a rueful smile, "Maybe. But
those boys have gone well past the 'phase' stage. Once a boy goes very far
down that path, it takes a work of God to change him."

COLIN, "You mean you think Sean is queer and going to stay that way all his
life?

DAD winced at the word, queer, "Yeah, son. I think it could happen."

COLIN, "So, like what? Are he and Daniel going to just be together all
their lives?"

DAD shook his head, sadly, "No, that would be extremely unusual. And if
Daniel moves to Houston with his parents, I think it will be really
unlikely. I'm afraid your brother is going to get hurt. Anytime you love
someone very much, you run the risk of getting very hurt."

COLIN, "So you think moving to Houston is going to really mess up Daniel?"

DAD, "Yes. I do."

COLIN. "Then, Dad, you need to warn the Reeses. You need to tell them what
you think is going to happen if Daniel moves up there with them."

DAD, "No, Colin. I don't think they would accept what I say and it would
probably split our families. It's just as likely that Roger and Mary would
become even more determined to keep Daniel with them; split the boys up."

COLIN, "So what are you going to do?"

DAD, "I'm going to tell your brother that he cannot move to Houston. I'm
going to repeat our invitation for Daniel to stay with us at least a few
more times. And, I'm going to pray. I've been praying. I think I will be
praying a lot."


I was tired when Colin told me all this. It was late. It had been a long
day. We were each sitting on our own bed. Colin was watching me for my
reaction. My first reaction was that Colin was an ass for hitting me with
all this so late.

And then I was angry at Dad. I was angry that Dad could assume Daniel and I
would not stay together. He obviously underestimated both Daniel and I. And
I wondered if in spite of everything Dad said, if he would really like to
see us break up.

At least it was a relief to know that my parents knew the true nature of
Daniel's and my relationship. Even though I was angry at my Dad, I was
grateful that evidently my parents were going to let me spend most of the
rest of the summer with Daniel.

Colin was staring at me. I looked up at him.

"Is it true?" He asked.

"About Daniel and I? Yeah, mostly."

I could see that Colin's mind was working. "Don't worry," I said
sarcastically, "I'm not going to be kissing boys on campus. I won't
embarrass you."

Colin gave me a puzzled, hurt look.

"Weren't you worrying about my being queer?"

Colin frowned at me. "I was trying to think of ways to help." Then he
pulled off his briefs, crawled under his covers, and turned his back on me.

Other than that conversation with Colin, none of us in our family spoke
about any of this.  My Dad continued to treat me the same as he always
had. I did think that I detected a little distance in my Mom.

Dad may have preached it, but Mom was the one who lived it; the belief that
you can choose what you want to be in your life. She is a stubborn redhead
who always did what she set out to do. She was quite a woman. And I think
she felt like I could make different choices.

And one thing did change between Colin and I after it was clear I was
gay. Colin quit visiting my bed. And I did not visit his because I was
afraid of the reception I might get.


We had arrived home from Uvalde on Saturday night. My parents took me to
church Sunday, where everyone wanted to hear about our bike tour. And I
loved it. As I repeated details of our trip over and over, it was a like
reliving some of the experiences and reinforcing them in my memory.

After lunch, I talked to Daniel on the phone. He had talked to his parents
and knew about their decision to take Daniel with them. We agreed to meet
the next day. Then I wrote a "thank you" to Becky and Richard to thank them
for their hospitality. And I mailed our phone numbers and addresses to
Peter at Inks Lake.

Later that afternoon, Ryan came over. He had taken care of my aquariums
while I was gone, and wanted to show me the baby swordtails he had
salvaged. He also brought his guitar to show me some new techniques. He was
excited, and rightly so; he would be giving a recital at the local junior
college in the spring.

But first, he was anxious to hear about the trip. I gave him a few more
details than I did everyone else. It was good to see Ry. I realized I had
missed the little guy.

The next couple of days were busy. There were things to do at home;
catching up on chores and trying to get ready to spend several weeks in
Houston. Nevertheless, Daniel and I were able to spend time together, and
of course, make love at his house.

We racked our brains to figure some alternate to his moving, or to work out
ways to get time together if he did.

I never told Daniel about what Dad said to Colin, mainly because I felt Dad
was wrong and I did not want Daniel to even think that way.

Eventually, Daniel and I resigned ourselves to inevitabilities. We would
simply make the best of things.

THE MOVE

Roger and Mary had already done much of what they needed to do for the
move, while we were on our bicycle tour. And since they were hiring
professional movers, Daniel and my work consisted mainly of hauling off
things Mary did not want to move to Houston. That and organizing Daniel's
things for the move.

That firstThursday morning after we were back, Daniel called and told me to
wear really old clothes; clothes, he said, that I wouldn't mind throwing
away if they got messed up. He explained that we would be doing some really
messy work.

That afternoon, when I arrived, Mary directed me back to Daniel's
room. When I stepped in, Daniel looked me over and smiled. "I'm glad you
wore junk."

I acted indignant, even though I was in a holey T-shirt, old cut-offs, and
old sneakers. "I'll have you know, this is sartorial splendor, my good
man. Only my underwear is old," I said with a mischievous smiled.

Daniel smiled mischievously back, and moved to the door to close it. I
raised an eyebrow when he locked it.

He walked casually over to me, and then lunged, tackling me onto the
bed. He straddled me, pinned my wrists to the bed, and bent to kiss me
fiercely. Then he whispered in my ear, "There have been so many times I
have wanted to rip your clothes off."

Before I knew what was happening, he had gripped my shirt at the middle of
my chest with both hands and ripped it wide open. Then he dove for one of
my nipples and began sucking and tonguing and chewing it. I clutched his
head let out a yelp.

And then I realized that Daniel was wearing old clothes, too. I reached my
hands over his back and grabbed his old shirt, tearing it open. Then I
proceeded to shred it as he ate relentlessly on my nipple and I thrashed on
the bed.

Meanwhile, his hands were undoing and tugging at my cut-offs. As he worked
them down off my hips, he began working his mouth down my belly, mouthing
and sucking loudly. He buried his face in my naval and tongued me
mercilessly as he freed my legs from my shorts.

He had left my briefs on me. But both our shirts were in taters, hanging
from neck bands.

I grabbed his shoulders and shoved him hard onto his back, and began a
little tugging of my own, taking off his shorts to find him in dingy old
briefs. Daniel grabbed the throat of my shirt and with a huge tug, pulled
the shirt apart, all the way to my belly. With his shorts out of the way, I
grabbed each side of his briefs and ripped away handfuls of material.

Daniel put a foot to my chest and shoved. I tried to roll off his foot as
he did and fell from the bed. I landed on my stomach. As I started to rise
to all-fours, Daniel flattened me with his body. Pinning me with his chest
pressed to my back and his legs pinning mine, I felt him hitch up his hips
as he gripped the back of my briefs and ripped them apart. I felt the cool
air on my butt.

I looked back to see Daniel tuck the waistband of his briefs under his
balls. He laid his cock back down on my butt. I quit struggling.

Daniel spit into his hand. He rolled his hips to the side and spread the
spit into my crack, and then spit again, and then again. He finished by
applying some spit to his cock and then he guided himself in. Once in, he
began pounding furiously. When he slapped my ass a couple of times, I
decided it was time to give back a little myself.

I did a pushup roll, putting us onto his back. Then I sat up in his lap,
facing toward his feet, and brought my knees to the side so I could bounce
my butt up and down his cock from a kneeling position. I bounced hard
feeling his cock drive deep as I came down solidly onto him. His balls,
pressed up by his waistband were hitting the bottom of my underwear. I
wanted to feel them with my balls, skin to skin.

I reached down and grabbed the material of my briefs beside my front panel
and pulled hard. The material tore across and away from my front. It took a
few tugs, but I removed the last shreds that separated my balls from his.

Then I leaned forward as I bounced so that my balls were falling
deliciously onto his. With my hands, I grabbed hard onto his inner thighs,
pulling on them each time I droves my butt down.

I was now leaning well forward. When Daniel slapped my butt again, it was
easiest to just slap his inner thighs. That brought a howl from him and
Daniel tried to sit up. I reached under his thighs and rocked back, trying
to pull them up toward my chest.

Well that worked to keep Daniel from achieving an upright position, only
until he pulled his legs back down with the powerful muscles of his butt
and the back of his thighs. Since my arms were still around his legs, that
pulled me forward too, and right off Daniel's cock.

While I was momentarily stunned by the sudden absence from my butt hole,
Daniel slid out from under me and was kneeling behind me in a flash. He
grabbed my hips and plunged in. I gasped.

Once in, he slapped my butt hard. I clenched by ass hole as savagely as I
could, which, if you have been bicycling all summer may not have been
savage, per se, but definitely worth a good grunt. He gave me one.

Then he pushed me forward onto the floor and began driving his cock up my
ass. We were right back where we had started, though my butt was definitely
looser, and red. Not only did he slap me again, but with his weight
pressing me down, he began running his mouth and teeth over my back. My
skin was too tight over my muscles for him to get much to bite with his
teeth, but it felt like he was making marks.

I bucked. Like a horse, I bucked. And I bucked him right out of my
hole. But when he came crashing right back down into it, driving another
gasp out of me, I decided that had been a bad idea. Daniel drove his cock
all the way in and held it there, with all his weight behind it. I was
penned at the hole. Felt damn good.

A pile of his dirtly clothes lay close by. I grabbed some and stuffed them
under my cock so that I could grind into something more comfortable than
the carpet.

Daniel tugged the remnants of his briefs farther down his legs, and when I
had settled, he began thrusting again; hard enough that his balls were
slapping my ass. He reached his hands under to pinch my nipples and chewed
more on my back.

Damn I was rock hard.

His long thick shaft in my ass was pounding shocks of pleasure into my
insides and I was hungry for it. I drove my ass back on his cock with each
of his thrusts.

My orgasm actually started in my butt. It was like my butt hole connected
to my prostate connected to my balls connected to my cock. I felt like I
was having an ass orgasm; a hard one. I could hear my cum squirting hard
into the dirty clothes under me.

Within a few thrusts, I felt Daniel shooting powerfully into me. He
continued pumping long after the orgasm finished.

When we calmed down and softened inside me, I said, "I'll drive halfway up
to Houston every night for this."

"I'll drive half-way down."

"But my clothing bill is going to be outrageous."

Daniel laughed. He gently pulled out of my ass and rolled me over under him
so that we were facing. He kissed my cheek, and my ear, and my neck. He
reached between us and massaged my still semi-hard cock, soothingly. I
grabbed his.

"I think I need first aid on my back," I joked. "I'm sure you left marks."

"I hope so."

"And what am I supposed to say to Roger and Mary when we go swimming in
your new pool and they see my black and blue back?" I asked with mock
indignation.

"Bed bugs. Tell them you found bed bugs."

"Yeah, Bed bugs with big teeth." I was looking at Daniel's face, "and full
lips, and beautiful eyes, and a smile that would seduce a statue." We
kissed again.

He relaxed on me. I warned, "You're going to have to loan me a shirt to go
home in."

"Oh," Daniel said, remembering something. He jumped up from the bed and
told me to go wipe the cum off my chest and belly.

When I returned from the bathroom, Daniel was holding a bright yellow
T-shirt up by the shoulders. The neck ring and sleeves were black. The back
was to me. On it, in black, was a funky looking bicyclist (who looked
eerily like the older bicyclist we ran into on the tour). Over the cyclist
was the word "Rescue" and under the cyclist were, in large letters,
"H.C.G.R." Daniel smiled. "Hill Country Gay Rescue. I have one for each of
us."

"Where'd you get them?" I asked.

"I have my sources."

"What the hell do we say if someone asks what the letters stand for?"

"Well the truth, if the person is gay. If not, tell them the "G" is for
galloping...or how about gear. We can tell people we helped somebody fix a
bicycle gear ring."

"I like galloping. After all, it is cowboy country."

He turned the shirt to show me the front. It said "Rescue" in small letters
on the left chest. He tossed me the shirt. "Try it on."

I did, my cock and balls hung out beneath the hem. "Sexy. Turn around."

I turned slowly and when my back was to him, his hand ran tenderly over my
butt. I stopped to let him feel me up. I widened my stance and he reached
through to squeeze my balls. He pushed the shirt up, rubbing my back as he
went. When he had the shirt to my shoulders, he said, "Oh, shit! I did
leave some marks."

His fingers probed delicately around on my back. When he dropped my shirt
back down, he said, "At least the shirt colors will match some of the
marks."

"Thoughtful of you," I observed.

He turned me to face him and pressed his balls to my naked ones beneath my
shirt.

"OK, but you put on your shirt, too," I said.

When Daniel pulled on his shirt, his semi-hard cock held the bottom of the
shirt up. "Oh, oh," I said, "Your shirt doesn't fit right. It seems to be
riding up just here." I reached out and took his cock into my hand.

Then I stepped close to Daniel, putting my right leg between his legs and
felt his balls come to rest on the top of my thigh. I put my hands on his
hips and said, "Dance with me." I began to sway us in a slow, rhythm as we
pressed ourselves against each other's leg and rotated our hips. Our faces
were inches apart.

"Daniel?"

"Yeah"

"I want to "rescue" you while you're in your T-shirt.

He smiled and laid his arms over my shoulder. Our lips met as we continued
to dance together. Our bellies and chests came together. Daniel moved his
hands down my back and up under my shirt. I tensed my back muscles under
his hands and felt him rub them appreciatively.

His hands worked down to cup my butt and he held me to himself as we
moved. Our hard cocks were both jutting out the same side.

"You're damn sexy in just a T-shirt," I told him.

"So are you."

Our dance was becoming a vertical humpfest. As we moved, I backed him
toward the bed. He sat down on it. I laid him back so that his butt was at
the edge. The shirt came down to his pubic hair. His thick cock and balls
dangled down between his legs.

I applied spit to his butt and my cock and then bent up his legs and pulled
him to me as my cock found and entered his hole. The T-shirt was good thick
cotton, but could not hide the long, muscled torso beneath. I pushed the
shirt up to his armpits to admire him my lover; mine.

In contrast to the mutual rape of a few minutes before, I made love to
Daniel tenderly. I put my shoulders under the backs of his knees and leaned
forward to penetrate him more deeply and to hug his butt with my crotch. I
leaned even farther to kiss his lips and his face. I hovered over him,
pressing deep inside and moving slowly from my pelvis.

Daniel locked his hands behind my neck and pressed his ass up into me. I
rotated my hips as I thrust, and closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel
of his butt pressed hard against my loins; to feel the skin of my shaft
stretched against my hard length in him; to feel my balls pressed against
his butt and feel them moving on his butt as I moved my hips; to feel the
back of his legs against my chest; to feel his balls and base of his cock
against my belly; to feel his hands around my neck. And I came and rode my
orgasm for as long as I could.

I finished and raised back upright, his legs still on my shoulders and my
cock still buried. My hands rubbed Daniel's thighs and massaged his belly.

When my cock softened dropped out, I lowered his legs. His cock was semi
hard and lying sideways. I took it in my hand to play with its rubbery
softness. Daniel purred.

I licked up his shaft and over the head. The smell and taste reminded me
that he had been inside me only a short time before. I took his cock into
my mouth and bobbed on his shaft, working my tongue until I tasted the
first precum. Then I urged Daniel up the bed and lay on my side beside
him. He was well lubed by my mouth and reentered me easily.

His arms came around my waist and grabbed my cock and balls. My hands met
his there. I placed my upper leg back over his. His lips found the back of
my neck.

As he rocked in and out of me, I commented, "Well, I think we--oh do that
move again; yeah, that one--anyway, I think we worked every position today;
with a few new twists--Yeah, like that one."

Daniel chuckled into the back of my neck. "We need to practice our rescue
techniques as much as possible."

"Well I recognized your imitation of the cowboy Richard technique."

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"Not as much as you did."

"Liar...Oh shit, how can you squeeze your ass like that?"


The following Tuesday was two days before my seventeenth birthday. Daniel's
parents were both in Houston. I arrived at Daniel's a little earlier than
normal because I was horny and had an early birthday present in mind for
myself.

When Daniel answered the door, he frowned. "You're early."

"I love you too."

"Well you're going to just have to sit in the living room a moment. I was
working on an early birthday present for you."

I leaned forward to kiss him, "Actually, an early birthday present is what
I had in mind."

"Good, go park your ass on the couch."

He turned to walk toward his room. I called after him, "If it involves
whipped cream, you better be the one wearing it!"

Daniel returned a short time later. "It's ready, come on." He took my hand
and led me back to his room.

The door was closed and he knocked and waited a second. "Damn," I
thought. "He really does have someone in there. I sure hope it's not
David. In fact, I sure hope it's not anybody. I'd prefer another T-shirt."
Then Daniel opened the door.

Shit, there was somebody on his bed. Daniel stepped aside and I moved
closer. As I reached the side of the bed, I realized, to my surprise, that
it was Ryan. He was naked except for a broad red ribbon that swathed his
privates like a brief and climbed his torso in a broad "X" before diving
behind his back and wrapping around his chest over his nipples. In the
center of the chest ribbon was a large red bow. David reached out and took
my hand.

I heard to door quietly shut behind me and turned to see that Daniel had
left. As I started to follow Daniel, Ryan's hand clutched me
harder. "Please, Sean. Daniel said to give you this."

I turned to see Ryan grab an envelope and some scissors off the
nightstand. He handed them to me. Sitting down on the bed beside Ryan, I
opened the envelope:

"Happy Birthday, Beloved,

"Please don't come running after me. This is different from my birthday and
the present you gave me. It needs to be different."

"I know your concerns for Ryan. But Ryan knows what he wants, and nothing
you are going to do is going to hurt him. What he wants is your love and
for you to make love to him. I won't be here this year. Until we can room
together at UT, it can get pretty lonely for you. I could never be jealous
of Ryan. And he needs you. He needs this. Very badly. Please do not
dissappoint him. I think it would break his heart.

"Consider it a 'Rescue.' And consider it my birthday present to you.

"Not that you and I won't celebrate more, later.

"Happy Birthday, Sean. I love you very, very, very, very...well I could
keep going. I love you very much. Take all the time Ryan needs. I'll be
working around the house.

"Love, Daniel."

I laid the letter down in my lap and looked at Ryan. His eyes were
pleading. He took my hand once more and squeezed it. "Please, Sean."

In that moment, all the desires I had repressed for so long for this boy
began to rise up in me. Still, I fought them. I fought them hard.

I ran my hand over the side of Ryan's face and through his hair. "Ryan," I
said, seriously, "Beside Daniel and Colin, you are my best friend. I don't
want to ever mess up our friendship. I wouldn't want...this, to mess up our
friendship.

Ryan took my hand and placed it over the ribbon at his crotch. I could feel
him semi-hard underneath. "Please, Sean. Please."

The feel of a hard cock, or even a semi hard cock, always melted my
resistance, or should I say, logical thought processes.

Ryan looked so needy, so desperate. I bent to kiss him, and rubbed my hand
over his ribboned cock. He felt bigger than the year before. I smiled at
him and carefully slid the scissors under the ribbon at his chest. I cut
through it. Then I cut the ribbons that formed the "X" up his torso. As
they fell away, I noticed that Ryan was beginning to get true muscles. His
body was moving from boy to youth.

His belly was flat, his waist narrow, but his shoulders were wider and his
chest a little thicker. His skin was smooth. His stomach and chest rose and
fell slowly with his breathing. He was lovely.

I carefully ran the scissors up the ribbon from the top of each of Ryan's
legs, and cut open the bands wrapping him. As I cut and pulled the ribbons
away, it was obvious that Ryan's privates had grown quite a bit in the last
year. They were thick and big on the boy, a promise of the youth and man he
would be. There was no pubic hair. In fact, his arms and legs still had
their fine golden down.

My eyes were drawn to his now hard cock. When I was hard, my cock head
easily reached my naval which was something I never thought much about
until Daniel brought it up, pointing out that his reached his naval as
well. Of course, I had to point out in return that his barely touched his
naval and only if he bent at the waist. And of course, he pointed out that
my naval was lower on my body (in fact, I am shortwaisted and a little more
compact in that area).

The poiint is, I was trying to remember if my cock already reached my belly
button at Ryan's age because Ryan's was damn near there. And it looked as
thick as my longer one.

I fondled his balls, stroked his cock, and smiled at him, "You've grown."

Ryan smiled back.

Bending, I kissed him, and while holding the kiss, I wrapped my arms under
his back and pulled him around and up to sit in my lap. His firm little
butt settled pleasurably over my own hard erection. He felt it through my
pants and smiled into our kiss. His arms went over my shoulder, "I was
afraid you would say 'No'."

"You had to know I've wanted to do this since that time at your beach
house."

He cocked his head, "Really."

"Well, I guess I did most of my starring at your butt and crotch when you
weren't looking."

Ryan smiled, "That's what I did."

We kissed. Then Ryan said, "I knew that you had decided to not have sex
with me because you wanted to protect me, and I didn't think there was
anything I could do to change your mind. You don't change your mind very
easily."

I laughed. There were a few times when if you had just backed your little
butt into me, I would have raped you right in front of all the fish in the
aquariums.

Ryan smiled and moved his lips back to mine. I pulled up my shirt. We
separated long enough for me to pull it off, then I pulled Ryan against my
bare chest, and put my mouth over his. His tongue was in mine, exploring,
wrestling my tongue. Ryan moved his butt against me.

Sliding an arm under his knees and one under his back, I stood up and
lowered Ryan down onto the bed. As he lay there, he stroked and watched me
remove my pants and shoes. "You've changed, too, Sean. You look really
strong now. You have a strong body."

I stood beside the bed, stroking myself over Ryan's body, his eyes on my
cock, as I tried to decide how to "rescue" Ryan. I knelt on the floor at
the foot of the bed. Reaching up, I slid my hands under Ryan's butt and
drug him down to the edge of the bed where I could kneel and begin licking
up the inside of his legs.

Using my tongue, I gave his balls a bath, and then his cock. As I was
licking it, he shot over his belly and chest. I smiled up past his body to
his face, "Guess you are happy to see me, huh?" I smiled before dashing to
the bathroom and returning with a towel.

I wiped off Ryan. He was still hard and I was going to keep him that way. I
took his cock into my mouth. No, I decided, he was not going to be lacking
in cock department.

The soft skin slid up and down his cock with my lips. I tickled the tip of
his cock with my tongue, and then slid my mouth back back down the shaft,
stroking the underside with hard pressure from my tongue.

When I was certain he was going to stay hard, I slid Ryan back up the bed
and laid down on him, face to face. He spread his legs wide to the sides,
giving my privates full acces to his, and his hands found my back and began
to explore it.

I held the weight of my body lightly on him, his smaller body wrapped in
mine. Kissing his forehead, I asked, "What would you like to do, Ry?"

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me downward over his body. He
lifted his legs up and out to the sides. "I want you to fuck me."

It sounded almost obscene coming from such a young boy. But I knew what
Ryan wanted was not obscene at all, but love. I reached for the KY out of
the nightstand. I lubed myself and Ryan. He was surprising tight. I
wondered if Ryan had been successfully resisting David's attentions.

I tried loosening him with first one finger, then two.

Stuffing a pillow under his behind, I positioned myself and entered. I had
forgotten how incredibly tight Ryan was, how thick he was between inner and
outer sphincters, or how his soft colon sheathed my shaft. His legs were
still spread wide and when I lowered myself, my belly pressed against his
cock. Now our eyes were almost level. His arms crossed over my shoulders as
we kissed and my arms wrapped under him.

Ryan wrapped his legs over my butt and pulled his butt up to me as I moved
down. I flattened myself against him to keep pressure between my belly and
his cock. His smaller body moved under mine as an experienced lover and we
became more tightly entwined. Our mouths pressed together.

The way Ryan was moving, I knew I was giving him pleasure, both in his butt
and along his cock. I was being pleasured as well and not just in my cock;
holding Ryan's smaller body in my arms and having him wrapped around me and
moving under me was intoxicating.

I wanted this to last a long time. And it did. In the same position, I slid
in and out of Ryan as our mouths muffled each other's moans.

When I finally came, I realized that our bellies were wet with fresh
cum. Ryan had climaxed as well.

We stayed snuggling and kissing until I was soft and slipped out.

Ryan smiled up and me, "Happy Birthday."


In the shower together, Ryan said there was something else he wanted to do,
and after scrubbing my cock thoroughly, he knelt before me in the shower
and sucked my balls and took my cock lovingly into his mouth. He did well,
and I came long before the hot water ran out. We dried each other, and I
laid Ryan back on the floor and spread his legs.

I took his cock into my mouth and with tongue lashings, head shakes, deep
throating, and swirls, I gave him one hell of a blow job.

But then I was hard again. I sat at the edge of the tub, my cock rising
vertically from my lap and stroked as I watched Ryan stretch on the floor
before he sat up.  He looked at my cock, rose, stepped over to me, and
replaced my hand with his. As he stroked, he put his other hand on my
shoulder and climbed onto the side of the tub, planting a foot on either
side of my butt and then squatted down. He pressed the underside of our
cocks together and tried wrapping his hand around both to stroke them at
the same time.

That was something I tried several times before with Daniel. The idea
always seemed good. It just never did much for me. It evidently did not do
much for Daniel either. He rose a few inches from his squat and started to
lower his butt onto me. I stopped him until we could lube, which I did with
a little, natural hair conditioner that was on the side of the tub.

Then he lowered himself down onto me. When our faces were level, we kissed,
and I held him tightly in my arms.

At first, he did the work, bouncing up and down my shaft from his squatting
position, his feet still on the side of the tub. But then I began to move,
my hands grabbing and supporting his butt. He sat down into my lapand
dangled his legs into the tub. His arms went over my shoulders and my hands
were under his butt. We rubbed faces and lips as I moved into him.

I rose to stand and he wrapped his legs around my hips. I used my hands
under his but to raise and lower him to meet my thrusts. Ryan lowered his
head to my neck.

My mouth worked up and down the nape of his neck. His legs began to dangle
as his own cock pressed into my belly.

I carefully knelt and lowered Ryan to the floor where I could penetrate
more deeply. We finished there as I emptied myself into his almost
adolescent body.

We showered once more. Ryan wanted to stay naked, so we carefully (in case
someone had come to visit) went in search of Daniel. When we found him,
Daniel grinned at us, "Was it an OK birthday present?"

I smiled and hugged him. I whispered in his ear, "I don't know how much
Ryan actually needed that, but he sure seemed to have saved up for it."

We ate a late lunch. Ryan sat sideways in my lap to eat. When we were done,
he laid his head on my chest and dozed off.

Daniel looked at us and cocked his head. "You'd make a pretty picture. You
two really look strikingly beautiful that way." He sat back in his
chair. "Someday, I think you'd make a good Dad, Sean."

"You looking for someone to adopt you?"

"Seriously. I think you would."

"Well, how are you at child bearing?" I asked.

"I think we're going to have to fuck a hell of a lot more, Sean, if you
want to get me pregnant."

"Have you ever heard of cloning?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorta. Have you been sneaking off to study biology again. I thought
you were going to be a writer."

"Remember, I'm going to be a writer about marine biology. Yeah. I've been
reading. Anyway," I started to warm to the subject, "a clone has to have a
full compliment of genetic information, obviously. But I've been thinking,
if someone could perfect the technique of combining the genetic material of
two gametes; say, for example, from one of my sperm cells and one of
yours--well, two guys could make their own babies."

Daniel raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously. Like you and me, we could each supply half the genetic code
from our sperm. We would just need to make sure to get two X chromosomes
(one from each of us) for a girl or an X and a Y for a boy. We could get an
X from you and a Y from me for one boy, then an X from me and a Y from you
for another. And since there are so many chromosomes, we could make all
sorts of kids."

"And what do two Y's make?" he asked.

"Hell, I don't know; some kind of monster, I guess. Like maybe that's where
football coaches come from."

"So who carries the baby?"

"Well, they haven't done very well with any kind of synthetic womb. We'd
probably need to hire a surrogate."

"A what?"

"A woman to bear the baby."

"I think you would also need a mom after the baby is born. You know, the
kind of mom with tits a baby can nurse on and who can change the diapers."

"I know," I said brightly. "We could marry two lesbians."

Daniel shook his head. "No, I saw a couple of lesbians once. If we did
that, I don't think anyone would want to be the mama."

"Well, we'll just have to come up with a solution," I said. "The world
needs children with my good looks and intelligence and your...your..."

"Patience?"

"Yeah, patience. And adventurous spirit."

"Speaking of which," Daniel said, again looking at Ryan asleep against me
with an admiring look, "I wonder if I took pictures of you guys if I could
find someplace to develop them."

"Maybe if you throw a blanket over us," I speculated.

Daniel left the room, and returned with his father's 35 mm camera.

"Daniel," I warned him. "Don't get me hauled off to jail because you've
taken incriminating pictures."

Daniel loaded in the film without saying a word. He just kept smiling at
me.

"Daniel..." I started to protest.

"We'll just do waist up," he said as he began snapping pictures.

There was not much posing I could do with Ryan asleep in my lap, but Daniel
had me do a few things, like hold a kiss on Ryan's forehead while he took a
a couple of shots. Then he had me lay my head on Ryan's as if I had fallen
asleep, too.

Daniel must have shot a half roll. I suspected, from the angle of the lens,
that a couple of the photographs were full body.

"I promise," Daniel said several times, "I won't get these developed until
I find a safe place to do it."

"And keep the negatives."

"Yeah."

"If you're going to do that, then I get to take some pictures of you nude."

Daniel looked up at me over the camera. "Cool. And I'll take some of
you. Maybe I'll set the camera on a timer and we can get some of us
together." He winked.

Later, when Ryan woke up, he saw the camera sitting out and asked about
it. Daniel said, "Oh, later I'm going to take some pictures of Sean naked."
Well that was all Ryan needed to get excited about a new project. He became
our director and executive producer. We took turns taking pictures of each
other. And Ryan insisted on us taking a couple of him as well.

"You better be damn sure of any place before you get these developed, I
warned. Or we'll all be in deep shit."

That evening, before Ryan left for home, the three of us made love together
in the living room. We took turns photographing our love making. And we
used the camera's timer to get all three of us in a couple of shots.

After Ryan was gone, I turned to Daniel and asked, "Is this one of those
things that someone is going to use to blackmail me when I'm rich and
famous?"

"Uh huh," Daniel answered as he turned toward the living room.


By Thursday, we had packed up most of Daniel's things. That's when I ran
across the page off the hotel notepad upon which Frank had written his
phone number. "How come you still have this?" I asked.

Daniel walked over and looked at it. "Oh, didn't know I still had it. I
kept it that day because I thought we might...well, consider it."

"Did you still want to keep it?" I wondered.

"No. Toss it."

I tore up the paper, and then tossed it.


HOUSTON

With professional movers, much of the work comes after the move. It's all
the unpacking.

Roger had found a professional maid service to help Mary and they had
scrubbed down every shelf and cabinet in the house before the movers
arrived. After the movers left, the house was wall-to-wall furniture and
boxes.

Mary had Daniel and I running things to rooms and/or putting them into
closets and cabinets as she unpacked each box. We also broke down and
stacked the empty boxes out onto the broad front porch. The first boxes we
dealt with had the bedding, so we could make all the beds. The next boxes
we dealt with were bath and towels. Those first couple of days, we ate
mainly fast food.

The first night, we were dead tired, but Daniel and I managed to break in
his new bedroom properely (rescuing each other, of course). The second
night we were feeling better. After Roger and Mary retired, Daniel and I
decided to wash our sweaty bodies off in the swimming pool.

We had to climb over boxes and outdoor furniture on the back porch to get
to the pool. This was a little difficult because we turned on no lights,
not even the pool light.

Once past the porch, we climbed the walk to the pool. The yard had pine
trees and the air was thick with the scent. The night was warm and
humid. The trees were tall and thick, making the yard dark. Only the city
glare from the sky over Houston gave us any light to see by.

Daniel and I stepped down into the water. It was warm. I took off my suit
and set it up on the coping at the side. As I turned back toward the pool,
Daniel's wet suit smacked me in the face. I tossed it over to the side and
chased him down, catching him as he tried to climb out of the deep end.

I grabbed him by the hips as his glistening butt was sliding up out of the
water and buried my face in hs ass to give him a huge raspberry. I blew
hard, fluttering the skin in his crack. Pleased with the result, I was
going to do it again when Daniel collapsed back onto me, laughing. I
wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him farther back into the
water, trying to give Daniel a crushing bear hug at the same time. I might
as well have tried to squash a tree trunk. Nevertheless, I was able to
wrestle him back to mid pool.

Daniel managed to twist in my arms and broke my hold by pushing my chin up
and back with the heel of one of his palms. He pushed off with a knee to my
stomach. But again I caught him before he could climb from the pool. For
the next several minutes, we had a titanic battle as I succeeded in keeping
him in the pool. When he finally escaped up the steps, I was too tired to
chase him.

I lay back on my elbows on the steps at the shallow end and caught my
breath. Daniel splashed down the steps and collapsed next to me. "It's no
fun when you don't chase me," he panted.

I reached over and grabbed his balls. "OK," I said. "Make a run for it."

"Don't want to now. Think you could grab my cock like that?"

I did, rolling onto my side to face him. His cock was soft and difficult to
stroke as it floated in the water. So I massaged it and his balls with the
flat of my hand. "Not a bad home, huh?" I asked.

"No. It's not bad," Daniel acknowledged.

"Once we get unpacked, are we going to explore Houston?" I asked.

"Once we get unpacked, I'm going to explore you, and then we're going to
explore Houston."

"Man, what's left to explore on me. You've poked around every bit of me."

Daniel turned on his side toward me and ran his hand up my side from my hip
to my nipple. "I still like exploring you."

I slid closer and ran my hand up his side. "Yeah."

We laid there, running our hands gently over each other.

"When do you have to be back for two-a-days?" Daniel asked.

"Your Dad said I could stay with you guys until the start of school. Would
you mind?"

Even in the dim light, I could see Daniel's eyes open wider in
surprise. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, I'm not playing football this year."

"You're kidding. Senior year. You're a starter, Sean. You might even get a
football scholarship. We need you to get a scholarship so we can go to UT
together."

"There's not much chance of that, Daniel. Can you imagine me going up
against eleven guys the size of our cowboy, Richard? I don't have the size
for a football scholarship. At least at UT."

"But you're fast. And you have great hands."

"You should know," I chuckled, continuing to rub him.

"Be serious, Sean. You can't miss football this year. Besides, after this
year, we have all of college and beyond together. Two weeks isn't going to
make that much difference."

"Daniel. We are going to be apart for months. I love you a hell of a lot
more than I love football. And I'll have a lot more fun here with you than
I will doing two-a-days."

"You really need to think about this, Sean. You only have a senior year of
football once."

"I have thought about it, Dan. I talked to your dad about it before we ever
left on our bike tour."

"Did you talk to your dad?"

"Yes."

"And he's OK with this?"

"Maybe not OK, but he's going along with it."

"You're passing up a once in a lifetime opportunity, you know."

"Yes. I know. I'm going for different once in a lifetime opportunity."

Daniel reached out in the dark and put his hand behind my head. Then he
pulled me forward to meet him in a kiss. As we slid closer together, I
said, "Of course, if you are getting tired of..." his lips met mine and
stopped me in mid-sentence.

When we finished the kiss, he said, "I could never get tired of you,
Sean. Never."

He rolled me onto my back on the steps, his body half floating, half lying
on mine. "Shall we do our own two-a-days?" he asked. "I can work up quite a
schedule."

"Bump up the ol' hormones again? Risk morning 'Feed Me' hard-ons?"

"I'd count on it," he said, entangling his legs in mine.


During those weeks in Houston, I became even better friends with Roger and
Mary. We played bridge a lot. Once they found out I liked Chinese food, we
had it regularly. I was a good typist and helped Roger with some of his
work. I liked grilling. With Mary's help and mentoring, I began to do quite
a good job on suppers.

Daniel and I hit the water park a couple of times and admired bodies
together. We also went with Mary to the zoo and to some museums. We tried a
few restaurants. And since I did not have my bicycle, we found a few places
to run.

My Dad was right, though. Houston had a lot of places that could call out
to a young gay. Without zoning laws, there were porn stores all over
town. We found that Westheimer had a section of gay bars and
bookstores. But we stayed away from all that.


As much as I loved my own family, that time in Houston was a wonderful time
for me. And it cemented me into my second family. It also cemented Daniel
and I more closely. As the days counted down to my return home, our love
making became more desperate, more intense.

Yet my last night there was almost anticlimactic. For much of the night,
Daniel and I sat out by the pool, talking. At first, we just sat shoulder
to shoulder on the edge of the pool. We talked about UT and our plans for
the year until then. We adamently agreed to a second bicycle tour after our
high school graduations. We talked about getting together on holidays.

I slid into the water and Daniel came after. We shed our suits and waded
the pool, one body with four legs. And we talked about the summer; the
adventures we had. We talked about the summer before, and our time at the
island. We talked about the future, about my writing and his psychology
practice and how we would have a house at the beach and a lodge in the
mountains.

We kissed and talked and stroked each other from time to time until it was
very late. Then we went into to the house and made love in Daniel's room
until the sun was rising. I dozed a few minutes before we rose to eat
breakfast and Roger drove us to the airport. There, on the pretext of
needing to go to the john, Daniel and I snuck in a back stall for a final
desperate hug and kiss.


FALL, Senior Year

Dad knew how desperate I was to go to UT with Daniel and he helped me work
toward the goal. He never said a word about my not working to save money
during the last summer. Nor did he insist that I attend the local community
college for my first two years which had been Mom's suggestion.

Academics would not be a problem for admission to UT. My academics were
fine. But paying for UT was something else entirely. I needed to earn
scholarship help.

At my Dad's urging, I sat down with one of the coaches I liked to see if he
might have suggestions for a sports scholarship of some kind. All the
coaches were busy with football. I was grateful he took the time. It was
worthwhile.

He was the same coach who worked with cross country. That was my track
event during my freshman and sophomore years and coach told me he was
disappointed that I did not run my junior year. He encouraged me that if I
could do well at cross country and kept up my academics, I might actually
stand a better chance of getting a UT scholarship than I would with
football. There were far, far fewer cross country scholarships, but also
less competition.

My plan to room with Daniel proved to be a powerful incentive. I began
cross country training when the football season was just beginning. I
trained hard. And I applied myself to my studies with a vengeance.

That's not to say my life that fall was all work. Our dentist's office had
a large, eighty gallon aquarium. A couple of times I had offered to buy it
if they ever wanted to get rid of it. In September, the office called to
say they were remodeling and would give me the aquarium if I would take
care of moving it.

Ryan and I scrambled to find a place for it that my parents would not veto,
which turned out to be in our entrance hall. We built a stand after
school. Then we spent a Saturday emptying and moving the aquarium. The next
weekend, we prepared the tank to be a a salt water tank.

Daniel and I were speaking by phone weekly and exchanging letters. Every
time we spoke, he asked if I had rescued Ryan. Each time, I told him, no,
but that Ryan was fine. I would ask him if he found anyone to rescue and he
said no each time as well.

One night when my family was out and Daniel was back in his room on his own
phone line, we each sprung erections talking to each other about how much
we missed each other and what we would like to do together. We wound up
stripping and jerking off together over the phone. It was not entirely
satisfying, but it was something.

Ryan and I had the new aquarium ready. The last weekend in September, he
and I made a trip to the beach to collect specimens. Ryan flatly told David
that he could not come. None of the rest of the family was going either.

Uncle James was trying to sell his pontoon boat. I loved that boat, and the
memories I had on it. I was looking forward to using it once more before it
sold. Uncle James gave us permission to use a portable aerator and we
gathered several ice chests.

Ryan and I treated it as a scientific expedition. My old biology teacher, a
sweet older lady who loved me, loaned us a magnifying platform, a couple of
field guides, and some other equipment.

We also each took a guitar.

Our plan was to go down Friday right after school, collect specimens
Saturday and return Saturday night before the specimens could die, and so
that we could get the tank, and my school work, done Sunday.

We arrived well before dark Friday evening. After unpacking, we slipped on
our speedos and took our guitars out to sit on the balcony as we watched
the sun set. At first, Ryan played a couple of his more classical pieces
and I just listened. Out on the bay, fishermen were returning home. A
couple of gulls landed on the balcony railing, curious as to whether we had
any food.

At Ryan's insistence, I began playing my guitar with him. Or more exactly,
Ryan played his guitar. I strummed chords. We played some popular songs and
sang. Ryan was a little reluctant to sing out. He was still a bit of a boy
soprano, but I encouraged him. Despite a few voice breaks, his voice was
high and clear and pure. Once he relaxed, we sang well together, boy's
voice and young man's.

The setting sun turned Ryan's face gold. As he sang, all gold and looking
out over the water, I wished I had brought a camera.

And then it was dark. As soon as we stepped inside, Ryan had us kick off
our suits to "get nakid." The funny thing about Ryan was that as
enthusiastic as he was about everything else, and as much as he liked being
naked, when it came to sex, he was a little pussy cat. Or should I say,
snuggle bug.

As soon as we were undressed, he sat me down on the couch, then climbed up
straddling my lap to gently rub his erection against my growing one. He
tried rubbing our cocks together in his hands again, pushing his them
forward and back like he would saw wood. That had the affect of rubbing the
undersides of our cocks up and back together. It wasn't bad.

Ryan was smiling at me. He leaned forward to kiss me and then wrapped his
arms around my chest, laying his head on my shoulder. And there he sat,
slowly rubbing his cock against my belly, head on my shoulder, talking
about what specimens would be best for the tank, where to look for them,
how to keep them.

We had talked about all those things before and I only half-listened. My
hands stroked Ryan's back and combed through the long hair at the back of
his head. He was no longer a little boy. Certainly the cock I felt against
my stomach was no little boy's cock. And yet, his smaller frame and
cuddling position reminded me that I had a child in my lap. It was
strangely comfortable.

I could have sat that way for a long time if Ryan had simply not kept
rubbing against me. Finally, I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his
head and pulled his head back. Ryan had pretty lips. His top lip had a
permanent up tilt that was undeniably cute and made him look very boyish as
a boy. Now that he was growing older, it was alluring, inviting other lips
to touch his.

He rose in my lap and we kissed. His arms went around my shoulders. The
rubbing of his cock against mine became more emphatic, as did our kiss.

When we paused for a breath, Ryan climbed out of my lap to kneel between my
legs. He took my balls in his hands and began licking the crown of my
cock. I sighed and shoved my hips forward toward him.

I wondered just how much David had taught his little brother as Ryan began
to expertly work on my cock with his tongue and mouth and hands. Watching
his young head, thick with fine hair, bobbing up and down my cock was
almost as stimulating as the feelings he was giving it.

His body was growing longer in leg and torso. Even since my birthday, Ryan
seemed to have grown. He still had no pubic hair, which almost made his
cock more beautiful.

I twisted around and coaxed him up into a sixty-nine position with his cock
and balls dangling over my face. I buried my nose between his legs and
breathed in deeply. He smelled of boy, but also, there was the light scent
of a man behind his balls. I licked there to taste him.

That's when we heard the first distant thunder.

I lifted my head to nibble at his balls, to suck in his scrotum and each of
his egg shaped balls. I tongued his perineum hard, holding handfuls of his
ass in my grip. I licked between his balls and cock, then up the shaft. His
own head still bobbed on my cock while his hands stroked my legs and balls.

Because he was shorter, I had to pull his cock back a little to get the
crown in my mouth. His cock was definitely long enough. I began to suck and
kiss his crown. I pulled him back a little, which pulled him partly off my
own shaft. But now I could take all of him into my mouth.

Ryan began pumping down into my mouth. I put the heels of my hands up
against his hip bones and wrapped my fingers up the sides of his
soft-skinned boy's ass. He was using a hand to jack my shaft vigorously
while he worked my glans with his tongue.

I began to do some bucking of my own.

Ryan was now fucking hard down my throat, pressing his balls under my nose
each time, building up his scent. It hardened my cock more. The view of the
twin mounds of his butt working as they rose and feel invited my hands
further up his smooth skin and into his crack. As I massaged a finger over
his anus, he came.

His cum was almost tasteless; a little salty. It was thin, like mine, not
stringy. And Ryan was a shooter, forcing me to reflexively swallow most of
his cum.

While he was still hard and pumping into my mouth, I came and as I did
there came a clap of loud thunder that rumbled off into the distance. We
sucked each other dry, my hands massaging Ryan's butt. Then Ryan spun,
tummy on tummy, so that his face appeared over mine.

"Thanks, guy," I said, ruffling his hair. "That was really great."

"Um hmm," he agreed and kissed me before hugging my neck and laying his
face alongside mine.

"How'd you like my thunder thing?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"The way it thundered when I came," I explained.

"Thunder?"

There was another clap of thunder and the roar of rain on the roof. "Oh,"
Ryan said. "It's raining."


Ryan snuggled my neck and quickly dozed off, legs over my waist and arms
around my neck. It was still a little early, but we wanted an early start
in the morning, so I cupped my hands under Ryan's butt and rose off the
couch to carry him to bed.

He woke up and purred into my neck. Then he lifted his head and said, "I'm
hungry."

"Oh, first you make me feel like I'm becoming a bed for you because you are
always falling asleep on me. Now you want me to be your mama and feed you
too," I kidded as I turned back toward the kitchen.

On the way there, Ryan said, "Mama" and squeezed me. Then I heard a slight
giggle, and he said "Mama!" more loudly. "Mama! Milk! Suck titty!" Before I
knew what was happening, he had locked his mouth around one of my nipples
was sucking hard, like he really was going to try to get milk out of me. I
jumped back, dropping Ryan and backing away from him.

Ryan followed; hands stretched out toward me, "Mama! Mama!" he was saying.

I was laughing and tripped over the edge of one of the chairs. Ryan was on
me in a flash, trying to lock back on one of my nipples, crying, "Mama!
Mama!"

It wasn't a fair fight. I tend to go all weak when people tickle me and
Ryan was merciless. His hands were poking into my ribs as his mouth was
sucking around on my nipples. My tits were rock hard and I was laughing
uncontrollably.

I rolled him off and jumped to my feet, trying to back away. Ryan wasn't
stopping. He came at me again with outstretched arms, crying, "Mama! Mama!"

He pinned me to the wall and found a tit again. I do not know what reflex
it is that causes people like me to get all weak when they are being
tickled, but I was almost helpless with weakness and laughter.

When I broke away again, I scrambled into Ryan's bedroom and locked the
door. Ryan pounded on it crying, "Mama! Mama!"

Though he was on the other side of the door, it still took me a moment to
catch my breath and regain my normal strenght. "I'm not coming out unless
you promise to leave my tits alone, Ryan," I yelled through the door.

He kept pounding on the door and yelling, "Mama!" I sat on the bed and kept
saying, "Not coming out until you promise."

Finally he slowed down and got quiet. Then he said, "OK, I promise."

"You promise to quit chasing me and calling me Mama?"

"Yeah."

"You promise to quit sucking my tits?"

There was a pause. Then, "For a little while."

"Until I say you can."

There was another pause. "OK."

I stood up and walked over to the door. I opened it slowly expecting a
lunge at one of my nipples. Instead, Ryan stood there for a moment with a
huge grin on his face, then lunged low, beneath my defenses, and crying,
"Papa! Papa!" he grabbed my cock and sucked it in.

That, I decided I could handle. My cock began to respond
istantly. Nevertheless, I had to tease. "You've already had dessert
once. If you're hungry, you need to eat some real food."

He looked up at me with a frown, and let go of my cock. "I guess I really
am hungry." Then he smiled, "But can I have dessert again later?"

"We'll see," I said as he got up. As he turned for the kitchen, I gave his
cute little butt a good swat.

Later, I was on all fours in the living room. Ryan was standing at my butt,
legs bent, cock buried. His hands on my butt partly supported his weight
as, like a pendulum, his pelvis pumped his cock in and out of my ass. I
realized again how he had grown. Not only did he fill me more, but he was
not moving in the short jerks and jabs of a boy. His were the long strokes
of a young man, fucking. Even as his pace quickened and he was pounding my
ass, his movements were smooth and pleasing. There was nothing tentative
about him.

When he came, he groaned loudly and pounded until he was done. Then he laid
his chest down on my back and kissed the back of my neck.

"You definitely have potential as a lover, Ryan. That was damn good
technique."

His arms wrapped under my chest and he hugged me hard. "You going to help
me practice?"

"Some," I assured him. "Some."

We crawled into his bed that night, and I spooned him, holding him in my
arms. My hard cock was pressed against one side of his butt. I had not cum
since he had sucked me off.

"Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you want to fuck me?" and he rubbed his butt back against me.

"Yeah. I guess I do."

We had brought the KY back into the bedroom. It was beside the bed. I lubed
Ryan's butt, gently rubbing the lubricant into his hole using one, then two
fingers. I lubed my cock. I wrapped my arms around him again and found his
hole by probing with my cock. As I slid in, he moved his smaller body back
into me, his arms over mine.

I kissed behind his ear and the side of his neck, as I moved my top leg
over the side of his butt and forced his hips partway down toward the
bed. I ground into him, the feel of his soft butt and tight insides making
each long thrust deeply satisfying.

The feel of his smaller body enveloped by mine seemed to trigger my pelvic
reflexes; my gut muscles kept clutching and forcing my cock deep on each
thrust. My balls began to pull up. I buried my face in the hair at the back
of his head and breathed deeply of his smell as I came in a long,
up-from-the-roots kind of orgasm.

We relaxed. I stayed in him and pulled us into a layered fetal
position. "Thanks," I whispered.

As we dozed off, I felt my softened cock slip from his ass.


We retrieved the boat early from the boat service and brought it back to
the house to set up our mobile lab. Once outfitted, we headed up the
bay. Traffic was light and Ryan had us naked before all the houses were out
of site.

It turned out to be a bit of work, collecting specimens. We snorkeled, we
used throw nets in the shallows, we used tiny piggy-perch treble hooks, we
waded, and still we had only a few things interesting enough to keep.

Of course, we did stop to suck the saltwater off each other's dicks after
snorkeling and Ryan took a nap in my lap after we ate some sandwiches. I
have to admit, I did not mind being Ryan's lounge chair, especially when we
were both naked.

We called home that night and received permission to stay over and try to
find more creatures to bring back. Again, we sat on the balcony and sang as
the sun went down. As it got dark, I decided to see how well Ryan could
play if someone was sucking his cock.

While he played, I put my guitar down, knelt in front of him and pulled
down his swim suit and began to nibble at his balls and suck up his growing
cock. He raised his guitar higher to give me room, but gamely played
on. Finally, he could stand it no more, set his guitar aside, grabbed my
head, and shot into my throat. Damn, I'm good. And so was he.

The next morning, we worked along the jetties and the gulf side of the
island and netted a couple of small fish and a sea urchin.

That week, when Daniel asked if I had rescued Ryan, I had to admit that
Ryan had been damn well rescued, and so had I. Daniel, however, had not.

Daniel's Dad, Roger, called me at the beginning of October. He and Mary
were concerned for Daniel. He had yet to make any good friends. Roger
offered to pay my air fare to fly up for a weekend. The third Friday in
October, I took a late afternoon flight for Houston.

Daniel met me at the gate as I deplaned. He damn near tackled me. I dropped
my bag as he threw his arms around my chest and lifted me bodily from the
floor, whirling us in circles as he hugged me hard. I hugged his neck as he
spun me. We did not kiss, but might has well have. Everyone was staring.

No sooner were we in the car than we did kiss and embrace and shower each
other with weeks of stored up longing. We held hands the entire way to
Daniel's home.

Roger and Mary seemed awfully happy to see me and I wondered how many new
friends they had made yet. Daniel and I carried my bag back to his room and
closed the door. There we grabbed each other and tumbled onto the bed,
mouths, legs, and arms all locked together. We took as long as we could,
promising each other that later that night, we would have time. Then we
returned to where Roger and Mary were waiting for us in the living room.

We ate Chinese that night, and played a short game of bridge. I thought I
would go mad waiting to get Daniel back to the bedroom. I could tell he
felt the same way. His hands and feet groped me under the table every time
his parents were away or looking elsewhere.

As soon as we gracefully could, we retired to Daniel's room, both pushing
the door closed behind us at the same time so that it slammed. We
chuckled. Then we flew into each other's arms and began working off each
other's clothing.

As soon as we were stripped, I swept Daniel up in my arms and carried him
to his bed. I loid him down on it and then dove into his arms. We both
moaned hungrily as our hard cocks met between us and our bare legs locked
together. Our hands were grabbing each other's butts and rubbing up each
other's backs. Our mouths were kissing, sucking, and licking over our faces
necks and chests. We were grinding our cocks together. We were rutting,
plain and simple.

I was whimpering, I wanted him so bad. Daniel was making the same kind of
sounds. We began kissing and carressing over each other's bodies. I wrapped
my arms around Daniel's slender waist and laid my cheek against the smooth
curve of his hip. I licked the skin of his ass and buried my face in his
smell that I had missed so long.

Our mouths found each other's cocks at the same time and we locked into a
sixty-nine, hands firmly clutching each other's butts as we swallowed
cocks.

Those first orgasms came quickly, and we did not even stop. We kept
sucking, keeping each other hard. I rolled onto my back and shoved a pillow
under my butt. Then I spread my legs wide and held out my hands. Daniel
piled onto me, driving his tongue into my mouth and his cock into mine,
grinding us together.

Then he reached for and opened the lube. He slapped some into my butt and
across his cock, then threw the lube aside and pushed my legs up. He guided
the head of his cock to my hole and pushed in quickly.

As he hit bottom, he sighed and laid down on me, between my legs, which I
wrapped over him, along with my arms. His cock began pounding my butt which
was pounding his cock.  I ground my own cock up into his hard belly, Our
mouths pressed together hungrily.

Daniel's forearms slid up under my back and his hands grabbed my shoulders
to pull me down as he ground forward. I wrapped my arms tightly around his
waist to pull his belly and my cock together.

We ground and pounded and both came quickly again. As we lay panting,
Daniel still thick inside me, he asked, "All night?"

"Hell yes, all night!" I answered.

And we would have stayed in his room all the next day if we could have
gotten away with it. Instead, Roger took us to show me his office and the
campus where he worked. Mary took us to an incredible high-scale
supermarket she had found and we bought some Salmon she wanted me to grill
for supper. Hell, I was with Daniel. I would have had fun touring the city
dump.

Roger and Mary spent so much time with us and had so much to tell me about
their own lives in Houston that I wondered again just how much they had
been able to make friends. That night we grilled salmon and sat out by the
pool talking.

As it became later, we moved inside and watched television. Both Daniel and
I were yawning incessantly.

"Did you boys stay up all night talking?" Mary asked.

"Well, we had a lot of catching up to do," Daniel said.

"Maybe you boys ought to try getting some sleep tonight," Roger suggested.

We both nodded and headed back to Daniel's room. After we closed the door,
we began undressing each other again, but unlike the previous night, we
were more like valets undressing their masters, and yawning in the process.

As we began draping clothes over furniture, Daniel said, "Speaking of
catching up, tell me what else has been happening? You working to earn your
scholarship."

"Working damn hard," I said, stepping forward to press my nude body to
his. I stroked his hair as we held each other loosely. "I'm pulling A's on
all my assignments and exams. Coach says I should make state; no problem."

"Training alone?"

"Pretty much. There's one other guy. Do you remember Jorge Segovia?"

Daniel leaned back in my arms and looked at me critically, "You mean the
really good looking, angel in a human body, Jorge Segovia?"

I laughed. Jorge had a distance runner's body, slender with a butt that was
a little flat. He had an attractive, Hispanic face. But it was his carriage
and demeanor that were uniquely attractive. His mannerisms were just short
of effeminate, but more graceful than boyish. His movements were those of
classic youth, movements like you would expect from a boy painted by a
renaissance master.

"Yeah. That Jorge Segovia."

"Has he put a move on you?"

"How the hell do you know he isn't straight?" I asked.

"Is he?"

"I don't know. About the third time we ran together, he asked me how you
were doing. Then he said, sort of like he was teasing, 'you know, there
were rumors about you guys, always together.' And he laughed like it was
nothing. Then a couple of sentences later, he asked me if I wanted to come
over to his house sometime. The, what do you call it?--the juxtaposition of
those two things started me trying to remember if Jorgehad a girl friend,
or ever had a girlfriend."

"Well?"

"I couldn't remember any. So now I watch my backside in the shower--and no,
I haven't taken him up on his invitation."

"Is he a good runner?"

"He's built like one and when he's running, he looks good--good form, but
he's not actually moving very fast. I generally hang back with him for a
little while when we start out and then lI eave him in the dust."

Daniel led me by the hand to his overstuffed chair. He sat and pulled me
sideways into his lap.

"Anyone else chasing your bones?" Daniel asked.

"Oh, Stefan tried to make a come-back, but he's gone off the deep end. He's
gotten a little weird."

"How about Aaron? You use to mess around with him."

"Aaron? Naw. He's super straight. I think he's trying to lay every girl in
the school before he graduates. How about you? Anyone trying to jump your
bones?"

Daniel smiled. "You know, there are a couple of guys at school who have
been really friendly. They act really cool, but they don't have any
girlfriends that I can tell. And they make wisecracks sometimes that can be
taken two ways, if you know what I mean."

Daniel's was rubbing in my lap. I felt him stiffening under me. I kissed
his forehead. "It may be a long time between visits, you know. If you find
someone safe to get your rocks of with, I understand. You know that." I
assured him.

"What about you? Sounds like Jorge's interested."

I smiled. "You've spoiled me. No one else is going to measure up." Daniel
jerked his cock under my butt. "You know what I mean," I said. "Besides,
for emergencies, I have Ryan."

"Well maybe after you, no one measures up for me either."

"I'm just saying, Daniel, if one of these guys comes up to you and says,
'Please, Please, can I suck your cock,' I understand if you spring a boner
and get your rocks off."

"Speaking of which," he said, and his cock twitched under me.

I held my hand, palm up, under his mouth. "Spit."

He spit into my hand. I added my spit to it and then lifted my body, using
the arms of the chair for leverage. I spread the spit into my butt. Daniel
held his open hand under my mouth and I spit into it. Then he added his
spit and spread it on his cock under me. Then I lowered myself down and he
guided himself in.

I sighed, satisfied, as I felt him fill me and my butt pressed down into
him. Then I began raising and lowering myself, using the chair arms for
leverage. As I did, Daniel spit into his hand again and began working my
cock up hard.

It was great exercise for my gut and lower back. It also was very
pleasant. But I began to tire and swivled in the chair to sit with my back
against Daniel. I began to bounce in his lap. His hand stayed on my cock
and continued to work it.

When I came, Daniel's hand deflected much of it back down onto the leather
seat. Then he was free to concentrate on his own cock and before long, came
inside me. I leaned back, resting against him. His arms wrapped around my
waist. And we dozed.

Daniel was still inside me when I woke. I needed to piss badly. I rose
slowly, but Daniel woke when his cock slipped out.

He joined me in the bathroom, where we had a lazy sword fight at the
toilet. Back in the bedroom, I wiped my cum off the chair with some tissue,
then joined Daniel in bed. We slept until early morning, when we woke horny
and took care of each other.

Reluctant to leave each other's arms, we made love a second time before
rising to shower and dress. My flight home was in the late afternoon. It
was almost harder to leave Daniel that time than at the end of the summer.

Though I wanted to visit Daniel at Thanksgiving, my parents would not go
for it. A main reason was that my Mom's Mom and Dad were coming for the
holiday.

My grandfather was the source of every headstrong gene in our family. He
was a crusty old guy, but lovable. And loving. It was over that holiday
that my granddad made me an offer. His alma mater was a private college in
San Antonio that had been around since the civil war and had an excellent
reputation, Trinity University. My granddad was an esteemed alumni (he
donated a bit of money).

Granddad's offer was that if I went to his school, and if I got any kind of
scholarship help (which he seemed to think he could help with), he would
pay the difference--a full ride, all four years.

The deal did not go for UT though. He despised UT.

If it weren't for Daniel, the offer would have been terrific. A degree from
Trinity in almost anything would be prestigious. It was also a smaller
campus, closer to home, and I liked San Antonio.

Not just my Granddad, but my parents were not happy when I declined. Mom
talked Granddad into keeping the offer open. Mom was especially unhappy
with me.

I called Daniel to wish him a Happy Thanksgiving, and almost as an
afterthought, asked if he had been rescued. "Yes," he answered, and then
told me about a boy he had met at school. And then about a party the boy
took him to and other gays he had met.

"Well just remember," I teased, "The whole damn city of Houston does not
need rescuing." It was hard to hang up that time.

In early December, Roger called to see if I was still planning on coming up
at Christmas break, and offered to pay airfare again.

"Mom and Dad have already told me I could go, as long as I don't leave
until the day after Christmas," I said. "Daniel's letters have been
sounding fine and he sounds good on the phone I said. It sounds like he's
making friends. Are you still worried that he might be a little lonely?" I
asked Roger.

He was silent a moment, "Sean, you're a good influence on Daniel. I think
he needs you to spend a few days up here--get his feet back on the ground."

"Dr. Reese, you do realize this is Sean that you called?"

He laughed. "Yes. I know who I called. Mary and I miss you too, Sean. We're
looking forward to seeing you. And I want to tell you about my
book. Psychology has really gone mainstream now. I've published a book that
is starting to sell really well. We'll have to do a little celebrating
while you're here."

A week later, I received a letter from Peter at Inks Lake. His brother,
Alan, had awakened to find Peter sucking his cock. They were now enjoying a
more intimate relationship. Peter phrased the letter delicately, but I
destroyed it and wrote him as delicately phrased congratulations and best
wishes.

It would have seemed like a long time before my trip to Houston, but the
time flew by as I worked hard on my studies, cross country training, and
Christmas shopping.


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