Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 22:34:52 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 9

Reader, please be sure you have read segment 8 of this story; the one right
before this one. I am submitting this segment rather quickly after the
last, and I would not want you to miss part of the story. That last section
has a little bit of very important plot exposition, and of course, a whole
lot of gratuitous sex.

Please forgive the gratuitous sex part. As an erotic writer (or is that a
writer of erotic fiction? or both?) I feel an obligation to stick a lot of
that stuff in. (Yep. Pun intended.)


CHRISTMAS

Ryan and I surprised each other at Christmas when we gave each other the
exact same marine aquarium book as a present. Jorge surprised me by giving
me a gift at all--a reflective running vest. It was a nice gift since much
of our winter running was in the dark.

Christmas at our house was fun, and I was actually a little reluctant to
leave the next day for Houston. For their own reasons, my parents were
having second thoughts about letting me go and might have backed out, had
not Roger personally talked with my Dad, asked for me to come.

When I arrived in Houston, Daniel was waiting for me. Just as in October,
he wrapped his arms around my chest and picked me up to swing me around,
and again I hugged his neck. But this time, there was beer on his breath
and I realized that he had brought an audience. There were two boys our age
standing to one side, watching and apparently waiting for us.

The two were somewhat average looking, physically, but they were dressed
like preppy fashion models. For that matter, Daniel was dressed damned
well. He looked striking. I felt severely underdressed in jeans and an old
sweater.

Daniel introduced me to Jeremy, chestnut hair, thin, angular face with a
slightly hooked nose, thin lips; and Robert, black hair, thicker build,
nice smile. Both boys shook hands warmly. Very warmly.

"He's beautiful," Jeremy said in an aside to Daniel as he shook my
hand. "Just like you said."

I think I blushed. Daniel was beaming on me like a proud brother.

"He's more than beautiful," Robert agreed, rather loudly. "Nice jeans," he
said as he made an obvious study of my package.

Robert and Jeremy walked ahead of us as we headed out to the parking lot. I
leaned close to Daniel, "Well you told me you had new friends. You didn't
tell me they were horny new friends."

Daniel laughed and wrapped his arm over my shoulder, hugging me to
him. "Damn, it's so good to see you." His eyes were literally shining on
me.

Robert had driven. It was a very fancy sports car with a smallish back
seat. Daniel and I took the back seat. Before we were out of the parking
lot, Daniel had me on my back, ravishing my mouth with his. I started to
struggle out, concerned about the two strangers (to me at least) in the
front seat. "Don't worry about these guys," Daniel said. "They're gay too,
and would be back here if we let them."

There were a couple of hoots from the front and Jeremy reach back to grab a
handful of my ass. "Well make them wait until it's their turn," I said,
meaning for the two of them to replace us in the back, but realized that it
sounded like I meant take turns with me which brought additional hoots from
the front. When Jeremy's hand started to come back again, Daniel slapped
it.

I decided to forget about the front seat and enjoyed having Daniel in my
arms again. However, when he undid my pants and started pulling them down,
I was a little surprised. Jeremy was watching with a wide lear on his
face. Robert was looking over his shoulder.

But Daniel was working fast. He lowered his pants and pressed his naked
cock to mine. He began humping me, and I moaned as we kissed. My hands
grasped the butt I had missed for so long. I noticed it was just a little
bit softer than it had been and made a mental note to fuss at Daniel later
for getting lazy.

>From the front were coming approving comments and encouragements. Then
Robert called back, "I don't want cum all over the car guys. Swallow it. Do
a sixty-nine."  Daniel rotated over me. Just before we took each other into
our mouths I heard a whistle from the front seat, "Damn, look at the cock
on that stud. Danny's going to have to share!"

I had never made love for an audience, but before I could think much about
it, the joy of having Daniel's cock in my mouth and his mouth on mine took
all my attention.

We were hungry for each other, and did our best to please each other. As
the car swerved and hit small bumps, Daniel's body bounce pleasantly on
mine and our cocks bounced farther into and out of our throats.

It did not take long to bring each other off. But we kept sucking until
Robert warned, "Won't be long guys."

Daniel and I pulled out of each others mouths and hitched up our pants. We
returned to sitting positions, side by side and remained wrapped up in a
kiss until the car pulled to a stop.

Jeremy said, "I almost came in my pants watching you guys. Damn ya'll are
hot."

"Yeah," Robert agreed. "Can we come in to watch?"

Jeremy stepped out so that we could slide his seat forward to exit the
car. "Thanks for the ride," Daniel said, grabbing my hand. "But you guys
need to get home to get your beauty sleep if you want to grow up to look
like Sean."

I popped Daniel's ass as he got out ahead of me.

"Oh," Jeremy squealed, "Can you do that to me?"

"Come on," Daniel said, taking me by the arm, "These boys aren't up to your
standards."

There were hooting protests from inside the car as I grabbed my bag and
called out, "Thank you."

Inside, Roger gave me a back breaking hug, which was something major for
him. He was not a big hugger. Mary kissed my cheek. Her eyes were watering
and she had a broad happy smile. It felt like a homecoming or perhaps a
rescue in a truer sense of the word.

The Chinese food had already been delivered. We sat visiting at the kitchen
table, and I passed out Christmas gifts for each. A history book for Roger
(as much from my Dad as from me, I told him), a cook book for Mary (as much
from my Mom, I told her), and a small backgammon set for Daniel (as much
from Colin, I told him).

Roger and Mary had a gift for me as well, a beautifully woven, rich maroon
wool sweater. The wool was soft. Mary made me hold it to my face. "See,"
she said triumphantly, "I told you the color would look really good on
him." Daniel nodded an agreeing smile.

We talked late, moving to the living room. Roger's work was going well. His
book was bringing in extra income, and recognition. Both he and Mary
mentioned friends they had made. I was feeling good for them.

When Daniel and I retired to his room, he closed the door behind us and
leaned back against it, just grinning broadly at me. I put down my bag and
smiled back. "Miss me?" I asked.

Daniel sprang from the door and tackled me into the bed where we wrestled
until we found ourselves wrapped in each other's arms; we kissed. "Merry
Christmas," I said. "I have another present for you."

"Can I start unwrapping?" Daniel asked as he began to pull up my sweater.

"No. A real present," I freed myself from his arms and got up from the
bed. As I opened my bag, I said, "Colin really did help me choose the
backgammon set for you. He wanted me to get you a really fine set of clay
poker chips we had seen, but I told him that you and I didn't use chips
when we played poker--fraid I embarrassed poor Colin. He's trying so hard
to go straight. What I did get was..." and I pulled out a gift-wrapped pair
of black briefs that matched closely the pair Daniel had given me the
previous Valentines day.

Tossing the package to him, I told Daniel, "I wanted to complete your Hill
Country Gay Rescue outfit."

He laughed when he opened it. Then jumped from the bed and retrieved a
wrapped package for me from a drawer. When I opened it, I found bright red
silk boxers and a matching tank top, cut narrow in the back to expose the
shoulder blades. "Shall we try on our presents?" I asked.

We stripped, making a show for each other and were both hard as we pulled
on our new underwear. Daniel was incredible in the black bikini briefs. My
silk underwear was light, and, well, silky. We moved to embrace and feel
each other through our new clothes.

We made out like virgins with a green light, standing there, swallowing
each other's tongue, hands all over, and under, each other's clothing.

I pulled the pouch of Daniel's briefs to the side to free his cock and
balls. He pulled my cock out of the front slit of my boxers and ran his
hand up my stomach. "You've gotten thiner," he said reproachfully. "Too
much running. You need to do some weights or something as well."

"And you," I said, grabbing his butt, "are getting soft. You need to do
some exercise yourself."

He wrapped his arms over my shoulders and sword fought our jutting
cocks. "I thought you liked a soft tush," he smiled slyly at me.

"Tonight, I will like it very much."

In bed, as we rolled in the bed in each other's arms, I felt like a sailor,
returned from sea to my long missed bed and long desired lover and to many
matings long postponed.

Over the next few days, Daniel introduced me to a half dozen friends he had
made. Except for one, they were uniformly average looking, but knock dead
dressers, even when they were just sitting around their homes.

The exception was Scott. Scott was slightly taller than me, and nicely
built. He dressed in jeans or shorts and tank tops or t-shirts. Whereas
each of the others seemed just a little fake, Scott seemed genuine,
slightly shy, and warm. He was also cute, with long brown hair that needed
a shampoo and a thin line of beard that followed his nicely chiseled
jawline.

All of the friends Daniel introduced me to, Scott included, were gay.

"At first," Daniel explained, "Dad was glad as I made friends. But then he
kept asking about what girls I had met and about my friend's
girlfriends. I'm afraid he believes I've fallen in with a bad lot. He's
even asked if they do drugs. I told him no because they only do alcohol and
marijuana and Dad meant the hard stuff."

Daniel and his friends were planning a party for New Year's Eve, at
Robert's house. Without outright lying, Daniel let Roger and Mary think
that Robert's parents would be there. In fact, they would be overnight in
Galveston at his aunt's house, thinking that Robert would spend the night
at Jeremy's.

Since Roger and Mary were also having a party, for new friends and people
from Roger's work, they wanted us there (partly to show me off, I was given
to understand--their second son). We compromised; early at Daniel's
house. Later at Robert's.

Robert's was a very large house. When he and Jeremy welcomed us at the
door, it was with full, beer-laden kisses on the lips; at least in my case,
two tongue probing kisses. As they led us farther into the house, I leaned
to Daniel and asked, "What smell is that."

He leaned back, "They've been smoking some weed."

"Well," I thought. "Small town boy meets the big city." And I decided I
would try to be the good influence Roger and Mary hoped I would be. I
wanted to.

The den was huge, stretching across the back of the house. All six of the
boys I had met were there, including Scott. In addition to Robert, Jeremy,
and Scott, there were Larry (brown hair, medium height, slender) and David
(an even more platinum blond than Daniel--silver enough that I wondered if
the color was natural, shorter, slender), and Carlos, the lone Hispanic,
with shoulder length, thick, black hair and a muscular looking build. I
decided that the entrance requirements to the group were medium good looks,
no fat, and great clothes (or attractive idiosyncrasies in Scott's
case). Larry and David appeared to be a couple; at least this evening.

Everyone had a beer in their hand, except for Scott, who was sitting by
himself in a deep leather chair, drinking a tumbler of yellowish
liquid. When Daniel started talking to Carlos, I drifted over to
Scott. "What are you drinking?" I asked.

"Scotch. Care to try it?" he asked, holding the tumbler up to me. I took it
and sipped. My gasp was involuntary.

Scott chuckled. "It takes a little getting use to, but it a good 'man's
drink' if you know what I mean.

I blinked my watering eyes and nodded. "Want your own glass?" he asked.

I was not that big a fan of beer and thinking that I would certainly drink
something like this scotch slowly, I agreed. Scott poured me a generous
portion that I figured would last me all night. Only mine, he put over ice.

Daniel came over, eyeing my drink, a beer in his own hand. "Scotch, huh?
You better watch that stuff. It will sneak up on you."

"Not at the rate I'm drinking it," I answered and took an extremely small
sip, barely wetting my lips to demonstrate. I noticed that it tasted better
cold.

Someone put on music. Robert and Jeremy began dancing together. I was
fascinated. Boys dancing together in public like couples at a dance. Only
hotter. These guys had their hands on each other's hips and were rotating
their crotches together.

Daniel smiled and pulled me out into the middle of the room. We assumed a
similar position and began to move to the music. Both of us were good
dancers and soon began to receive appreciative whistles and hoots from the
others.

After a couple of dances, Robert put on a slow song. Daniel stepped close
to me. Our arms went around each other. For the first time, we slow-danced
together. He smelled good in his woodsy cologne. I had on the sweater Roger
and Mary gave me (as well as my red silk underwear) and the wool smelled
good. We grew hard, pressed together. We laid our cheeks together and
danced in each others arms, even past the end of the music.

"Keep that up," Scott said to us as he passed by, "and you're going to burn
poor Robert's house down."

Daniel kissed my neck and I kissed behind his ear. Then I noticed again the
smell of marijuana, and looking around the room, saw Larry and David
passing a joint. I had never tried the stuff, but knew about it.

"Cool," Daniel said, also spying the joint. Leaving my arms, he walked over
and took a hit. Letting out his breath, he held the joint toward me and
said, "Try it."

I shook my head. "Naw, I'll just have a sip of my scotch," and retrieved my
glass. I took a sip and decided the rich flavor could grow on you.

When Daniel stayed with the other boys, I moved over to stand beside
him. They lit a second joint as they finished the first. Each time it made
a round, they offered it to me, fussing at me to at least try it.

I finally tried a drag. The smoke burned my lungs and I coughed it all out
instantly.

"No, no," said Robert. "You have to hold it in."

I was still choking. "I don't smoke," I coughed out. "I'm a runner," as if
that would explain it.

"Shotgun him," Robert told Daniel.

I looked at Daniel inquiringly. He explained, "I take the hit, then blow
out the smoke in a stream between my lips, right into your mouth and you
breath it in. It doesn't bite so much."

We tried it. It was easier to breathe in. It also didn't hurt that my lips
fit over Daniel's as he blew. And so I let Daniel shotgun his hits on to
me, and sipped my scotch each time to sooth my throat. Before long, my mind
felt thick, but light and I realized that for the first time in my life, I
was getting a buzz on.

And then I notice that Robert and Jeremy had somehow gotten naked together
on the couch. They both looked better naked. Jeremy had a little chest hair
and hairy legs. Robert was smooth. They were sitting side by side, jerking
each other off. I could see that Robert had an average sized cut cock,
while Jeremy boasted a long, thin, uncut cock.

Larry and David began kissing across the coffee table from us and Scott was
standing across the room with Carlos in front of him, on his knees, rubbing
Scott's package.

I felt Dan's hand running over my butt. I turned and his lips met mine. We
began to kiss, our hands rubbing over each other. And I did not object when
Daniel lifted off my sweater, then my undershirt.

I became aware of Larry and David watching us from across the table. They
were looking at my bare torso and nodding together, approvingly. "Well
hell," I thought, "if they like me, Daniel will blow them away." And I
stripped off Daniel's sweater and undershirt. We kissed and stretched out
onto the floor, somehow rolling to the middle of it as we stripped off the
remainder of each other's clothes.

Through my daze, I became aware that everyone in the room was naked
now. Jeremy was legs up, his butt at the edge of the couch. Robert was
fucking him. Each time Robert pushed in, his butt muscles clenched. Damned
hot, I though. And I thought vaguely, that it was crazy for them to wear
all those fancy clothes all the time when every one of them looked so good
naked. And I chuckled to myself.

Scott had a thick, fairly long cut cock, hairy legs and smooth torso. Larry
was smooth with a very fat cock that came to a small head. David had an
elegantly long cock that bent up at the end and looked to be uncut. Both
boys were fairly smooth. Carlos had dark leg hair and just a few dark hairs
in the center of his chest. His cock was long, the fattest in the room, and
uncut.

There were tubes of KY around the room. I noticed them for the first
time. "Oh wow," I said, tremendously impressed. Daniel moved behind me with
a tube, and I felt him lubing my ass. Larry came over and shotgunned me
again, then kissed me. "That was nice of him," I thought.

Then David did the same thing to me. David, I decided, tasted
better. Daniel entered me from behind. I closed my eyes to concentrate on
the sensations and felt a little dizzy. Lips pressed against mine. I opend
my eyes to find Scott lying naked on his side, facing me. He leaaned his
body to mine as he began to fondle my cock. I moaned. He put his mouth over
mine and when I pushed my tongue in, he sucked on it.

Then he sucked on my nose and my ears. He licked my eyes. His fine line of
beard tickled my face and neck. His hands were large and a little
rough. Yet they were gentle on my balls and the skin of my cock. Scott
began licking down my neck and chest. He held my ribs as he firmly sucked
each nipple. Then he tongued down my belly to my cock.

My hands roamed over his shoulders and head as he moved down. Scott had a
nice body, but bony shoulders. I liked bony shoulders. Daniel's hands held
me by the shoulders as he took long strokes, sliding his whole body down
and his cock almost out before pulling himself up by my shoulders and
sliding all the way back in until his balls pressed my butt.

Scott held my cock in his hand and tongue whipped my crown as he
stroked. Then he ran his mouth over the crown. Next he forced his hand down
my shaft, stretching the skin and pressing my pubic bone. He took the rest
of my cock down his throat.

He sucked me for a while; just sucked. Then he bobbed on my shaft. And then
Scott moved up and turned his back to me, so that we spooned and he backed
his butt onto my cock. He backed all the way on, his tightness traveling
down my cock to the base. He had a good back. I reached my hands around to
his chest and pulled him to my chest, rubbing his pecs with my hands. Scott
began to rock his butt back and forth on me as Daniel moved in and out from
behind. Daniel kissed the back of my spine.

I lost track of time, enjoying the familiar pleasure of Daniel behind and
in me, and the new pleasure of Scott's body against mine and my cock buried
in bony butt.

Daniel came in me and pulled out. Now I was freer to thrust into Scott. I
began pressing in hard until his bones pressed into my crotch. When I felt
Daniel trying to reenter, I held still. As his cock pushed in, I
immediately realized that it wasn't Daniel. This was a fat cock. I tried to
see who it was; Carlos.

And we moved in a sandwich. Larry leaned in and shotgunned me again. Then
his cock was in my face. I tried ignoring it, but he began rubbing it over
my lips. I liked its feel and opened my mouth to taste it. He shoved it in.

With Larry's belly blocking my view, I could not see much. I clutched
Scott's shoulder and arm as I came in him. He pushed his butt back hard and
made it feel really good. Then I felt him pull away.

Carlos was stretching the shit out of my butt and Larry was fillling my
mouth. I was barely aware of lips sliding over my cock. Carlos came in me
and pulled out. Someone else moved in. Someone almost as long but
gentler. Larry came into my mouth, and another cock replaced his. I had no
idea whose mouth I was cuming into, but it felt damn good.

My cock barely had a rest before someone was stroking it and I felt a mouth
on my balls. Before long, I became hard again. A butt backed onto me. I
discovered that it was Jeremy's cum in my mouth when he pulled away from my
face, and I could see that it was Daniel whose butt I was in. I grabbed his
shoulders and pulled him to me, burying my face behind his head, partly in
defense against a new assault on my mouth. I looked over my shoulder. Scott
was the one fucking my butt. He grunted as he came, gave my ass a friendly
rub, and pulled out.

I was kissing the back of Daniel's neck when David entered me from
behind. Despite his size, he entered easily. My butt was dripping with cum.

With Daniel in my arms, and his new, softer tush nestled in my crotch, I
was able to cum a third time, blitzed as I was. I held Daniel there. I
wanted to hold him because I wanted to hold him; and I wanted the
protection. When David came in my ass and pulled out, I pulled out of
Daniel and quickly, too quickly, rose to my feet before anyone else could
move in. I swayed there for a moment. The room spun and I felt a little
queasy. I reached to take a sip of my scotch and it was gone. I wondered
who had been drinking it.

Around me, naked boys were making love on the floor, on couches, in
chairs. Daniel was fucking Carlos the way I liked to be fucked, on my
back. Daniel's butt was beautiful as it tensed every time he thrust, but my
poor cock was fucked out. I sat on a chair and laid my head back.

It was later. Someone was sucking my cock again. I looked down. It was
Carlos, and he had succeeded in getting my poor cock hard. Then he stroked
it as I watched. I tried to wake up, but felt to numb to hump his hand. He
stood up, turned, and then sat down, back to me, taking the full length of
my cock up his butt.

Daniel had fucked him, I remembered. I was going to mix my semen with
Daniel's inside Carlos. "X" chromosomes and "Y"s, and I giggled as I
thought of a pregnant Carlos and then whinced because my head felt so
thick.

Carlos rode me, bouncing like a kid on a pogo stick. I recovered
some. Carlos bounced and I began pulling him down by his hips as I humped
up into him. I marveled when I came. I didn't know I had any left in
me. Carlos stayed sitting with me buried in him. Somebody was sucking him
off. I softened and slid out and dozed.

I woke when Daniel was trying to slide my boxers back up my legs. I pushed
up to stand. "Uh, oh," Daniel said, "Stand still a second."

I stood, trying to hold the room still. Then I felt Daniel cleaning my butt
with a warm, damp towel. He toweled my cock too. I helped him get me
dressed.

A couple of guys who were still awake kissed me as we left. I dozed on the
way home. Daniel helped me to his room, where I remember collapsing on his
bed.

I woke in the morning, slowly, to a colossal head ache. Daniel was asleep
beside me on the pillow. Both of us had foul breath. And I ached in places
I did not know you could ache.

There was no love making that morning. Daniel woke bright enough. I was a
little grumpy. Daniel worked me into the shower and bathed me along with
himself and I groaned periodically, just to make sure I was still alive.

"Have fun last night?" Daniel asked as he scrubbed my neck and chest.

I glared at him. "I think I was gang raped. My insides have been replaced
with spunk, my butt's too loose to hold it, my mouth tastes like a
toilet. Yeah, I had a great time."

He looked at me quizzically, "When did you ever taste a toilet," then he
smiled. "It was an orgy. You had your first orgy."

"Drunken orgy," I corrected. "Drunken orgy. First and last."

"You're just hung over." He turned me around and scrubbed my back.

"I didn't know hang overs can hurt in the places I'm hurting."

"Well it's your own fault. If you weren't so good looking, everyone
wouldn't want a piece of you."

"Well," I said, "I think they all got a piece last night."

"I'm sure they did," Daniel agreed. "I'm not sure you were awake for all of
it."

"Oh, great. Raped and not even awake to enjoy it all." Daniel was scrubbing
my bottom. It felt good. Then I had a thought. "You said it was my first
orgy. I take it, it wasn't yours?"

"Well, we've messed around a little," Daniel admitted, rising the soap from
my back and butt.

"So I guess you've found a way to get your rocks off for now."

"Only until the summer," Daniel assured me. "Only until the summer." Then
he kissed the back of my neck and hugged me from behind.

I turned around in his arms and draped myself over him, drawing comfort
from the feel of his wet body against mine, snuggling my nose into his
neck.  "I don't feel so good."

"You can throw up on me buddy. We'll just rinse it off."

"No, I'll be fine I," I said, snuggling closer. "I'll just wake up when the
water runs cold."

Daniel's hands rested on my butt and we just rocked together some under the
shower. "Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe it's better you get your rocks off this way; instead of with one
guy. Then I don't have to worry about you falling in love with someone
else." He slapped my butt. I went on, "But don't get into drugs, OK? I
guess a little beer and grass are alright, but don't go off the deep end on
me."

He pressed his hands on my butt to pull me harder against him and he kissed
my neck. "No deep end."

"Of course, if you did pick just one guy to get your rocks off with, that
might be nicer, you know? Nicer than rescuing all of Houston. But if you do
just mess with one guy, I vote for Scott. He's a nice guy."

"Maybe I should get jealous."

"I'm too tired to slap your butt, asshole. Give yourself a good swat for
me."

He slapped my ass again.

"You missed."


At breakfast, Roger took one look at me and said, "I see you met Daniel's
friends." Then he frowned, "I was hoping you would be a good influence on
them."

"How do you know he wasn't?" Daniel asked.

Roger grunted. "Looks like he needed reinforcements."

I could tell that Roger was not happy with me. In a desperate attempt to be
ready to help Mary with and actually enjoy our New Years dinner, I jumped
into their unheated pool. The warm Houson weather had fooled me, and I
found out you could add pain to suffering.

The shock treatment did the job, however. I woke, helped Mary, and Roger
and I were back on good terms by the first bowl games. It also helped his
attitude toward me when the next evening we had one hell of a bridge game
and Roger was able to bid and make an "iffy" no-trump grand slam and a
small slam in spades; especially since I was his partner both times.


WINTER/SPRING Senior Year

Toward the end of January, I received a letter from Peter asking if Daniel
and I would be taking a bicycle tour in the hill country again that summer,
and asked if he and Alan could join us. I remembered how talkative Alan was
and wrote Peter to confirm that Daniel and I would be taking another tour,
and might be able to ride a day or two together, but that Daniel and I were
looking forward to the time together.

Daniel and I usually spoke together by phone on weekends when the rates
were lower. However, in February, he called on a Tuesday (mercifully not on
Valentines Day). "I told my parents that I'm gay."

"That could not have been much of a surprise for them," I said.

"You wouldn't have known that if you had been there. By the way, they were
amazed that you're gay too."

"Guess there was no way around mentioning that, huh?"

"Nope. But now they think I turned you gay."

I thought that over. "You could have said I turned you gay; it wouldn't be
true either but it might have made it easier for you."

"I thought you knew me better than that, asshole."

"Yeah. Sorry. But it's not honest either to let them think you turned me
gay."

"Well, we're getting over it."

"Rough, huh? How are they handling it?"

"Dad wanted to talk about a couple of effective therapies. I shut that
down. Mom cried some. Well, no. Mom cried a lot."

"So will they ever let me see you again?"

Daniel laughed, "If they didn't, it would be to protect you. You know they
love you a lot, numbskull."

"You know I love them a lot too. They really are like second parents to
me. Hey, maybe sometime you could point that out, you know, 'your not
losing a son, your gaining...another son.'"

"Yeah, I'll remember that one for when I want things to really go bad. By
the way. Dad says he's going to call you."

"Why?"

"He says he wants to talk to you. Didn't say too much why."

"Thanks for the warning."

"He said to tell you."

I sighed. "Ok. Tell him I'm ready when he is."

"Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"I miss you."

"Especially now, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I miss you too...beloved."

We talked longer; our usual chat about each other's world. Roger called the
next evening. I took the phone in Colin's and my bedroom. "Hello."

"Hi, Sean. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing really well, Dr. Reese. I guess the question is how are you
doing?"

There was a pause. "Thank you, Sean. I'm doing well. Mary is still working
through things. This sort of thing changes a parent's world you
know--hopes, dreams for our children. Both of our children, Sean."

I understood what he implied and was grateful. "You haven't disowned me?"

"I hope you're joking, Sean. You know how much we love you. I admit, it
puts your friendship with Daniel in a different light. I'm trying to adjust
to the idea. These things do not change the love that Mary and I have for
you. And this doesn't change the fact that you are always welcome here."
There was another short pause. "Even if you and Daniel are lovers."

"I suppose," he continued, "that Daniel mentioned this, but I'm going to
say it anyway. Even though the society has officially taken homosexuality
off the list of recognized disorders does not mean that there aren't
treatments to help change your sexual orientation if you want. Effective
treatments, Sean. You can live a normal life."

"Dr. Reese," I said, "my 'orientation' is Daniel. I don't want to change
that." I was a little angry and may have sounded that way.

He was silent. Then he said very seriously, "Sean, you need to tell your
parents. They deserve to know. And you need to be careful how you tell
them.. It may be hard for them to take."

"Yes sir."

"You'll tell them then."

"Yes sir. I will tell them."

"Then have your Dad call me when you do. I would like to talk to him."

That night, late, I found Dad alone in the den, in his reading glasses,
reading some history book while listening to Chopin. I asked if I could
turn down the music. He nodded, removed his glasses, and closed his book,
looking up to me expectantly.

"Dad. Daniel has had a talk with Dr. Reese and he, Dr. Reese, thinks I need
to tell you something I think you already know."

Dad nodded. Then asked, "Did you tell Dr. Reese that I already knew about
you and Daniel?"

"No."

"Thank you, Sean. That was probably best. How is he handling things?"

"I guess alright. Daniel says it has been real hard on his Mom, though."

Again Dad nodded thoughtfully. "What exactly did Daniel tell his Dad?"

"That he...and I, are gay."

Dad shook his head. "I still have not gotten use to that word used that
way." He looked up at me, "Tell me Sean. Just how much are you 'gay' and
how much of all this is simply that you are in love with Daniel?"

"I'm not sure what your are asking, Dad."

"OK, let me rephrase. Did you decide you were gay after you feel in love
with Daniel. Or were you gay and then feel in love with Daniel?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"At this point, I suppose not. How is Daniel doing? How is he doing in the
'big city.'"

"OK, I think, Dad."

"Well I've been worried about him and praying for him. son," He looked at
me, speculatively, "I figured that sooner or later you and I would have
this discussion and I had decided to make you an offer I hope you will
accept. I'm going to make you a promise and I want you to make me one too,
OK?"

"What promise?

"Alright. I promise that I will do everything I can to get you to UT with
Daniel and to help you boys maintain your friendship, or relationship, or
whatever you want to call it. You are good for each other, and I recognize
how much you love each other. I promise I will help you all I can."

I was surprised. Dad was so religious. "You can do that? It won't bother
you conscience?"

Dad smiled. "To love you and Daniel? No. I want to be wise in my love for
you boys. I think foolish love can be very destructive. But I think it
would be wise to keep you boys together. Daniel needs you. And whatever
else, he is a remarkable friend for you, Sean. But that does bring up the
promise I want from you."

"What's that?"

"I want you to promise that you will not turn your back on God."

I tried to think that over.

Dad continued, "I know you have heard in church and will probably hear
again from Christians that God disapproves of homosexuality. Maybe He
does. I know He disapproves of some of the things that I do, every day. The
important thing, is to trust God to help you find His best for you and the
people you love and hang onto Him. Do not walk away from God because you
think He wants to take something away from you.."

Dad sighed, "Son, I'm not trying to tell you what God does or doesn't say
about how you and Daniel feel about each other. We are all sinners and
every one of us carries some degree of impurity into every relationship we
have. My job as your Dad before God is to simply encourage you to seek God
honestly, always. Don't ever turn away from Him. He is perfectly capable of
showing you what you need to do and how you need to do it to live well and
right before Him. He loves you, Sean, with a love and an intellect that is
far beyond our understanding. He will never ask you to give up anything
that He does not intend to return to you pure and increased a hundred
fold."

Dad finished, "I will help you with UT, if you will promise me that you
will not run from God."

"And if I don't? I'm not sure about that promise you want, Dad. What if God
really does want me to break up with Daniel? I'm not sure I want to do
that."

Dad frowned, "I can't believe you understand the magnitude of what you just
said. I know you are being honest with me, son, and I appreciate that. At
least you aren't trying to deny that God exists, and I appreciate that you
aren't trying to tell me that a loving God would approve of anything 'done
in love.' Either, coming from you would be disingenuous. But to say you
might choose somebody over God...well you may be being honest, Sean, but
you are being stupid."

I recoiled. In my life, I had never heard my Dad call anyone stupid,
especially one of his children.

Dad's eye was critical. "It is stupid for a couple of reasons. It is stupid
to trade an infinite love and all that is eternal for something that would
only last for a few years. It is stupid to not trust God to be able to
transform a relationship, including and especially your relationship with
Daniel, to make it something infinitely better. And it is stupid to assume
that God cannot give you a deeply loving relationship with Daniel that
would be eternal."

"So God can make us lovers forever?"

"Don't be obtuse," Dad gently rebuked me, "For one thing, you know
scripture indicates that sexual relationships will fall away in the life to
come, even between husband and wife. Instead, scripture indicates that the
depth of our relationships to each other will be far more intense, and
intimate, and pure than we can begin to imagine. And for another, the
relationship, no, make that the love, the incredible love that God intends
for you and Daniel to have in this life, in its purest and holiest form may
not include sex."

I was quiet. I was fighting anger. "So your incredible love for Mom, in its
purest and holiest form may not include sex?"

Dad sighed, "Ok, Sean. I make my promise, even if you don't. I know it's
hard for a boy your age to be concerned with the eternal, especially if he
is in love with the here and now. But even if you turn from God, you are
powerless to turn Him from you. He will pursue you all your life. You can
defeat His love. You can die rejecting it. I pray that you do not."

Thinking Dad was done, I turned to leave. But Dad was not done. "Sean, you
love Daniel very much, don't you?"

I just looked at him. The answer was obvious.

How would you feel if he simply left you, walked away, never wanted to see
you again?"

"I know where you're going, Dad. It's not the same."

"No, it's not. It is infinitely not. And the consequences of the decision
you are contemplating are on an eternal scale."

Dad seemed to think a moment. "Maybe that's the problem. Let's keep things
on a people scale for now. Can you at least do this? Will you pray for
Daniel and your friends? You can do that, can't you? Just regularly pray
for them, especially Daniel?"

I nodded, "Sure, Dad. I worry about Daniel too. I'll pray for him."

It was later I wondered if Dad had out-foxed me; getting me to agree to
pray for friends I loved would have me talking to God after all; even if I
had refused to promise to pursue God Himself. At the time, Dad's request
seemed reasonable; even something I might want to do because I loved Daniel
and Ryan and Colin.

As I started to leave, I remembered, "Dr. Reese wants you to call him."

"Yes. I imagine he might. I'll call him tomorrow."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Sean?"

"Yes, sir."

"You do know that your Mom and I love you, no matter what?"

"Yes, sir. I believe I do."

Dad put his book down and rose from his chair. He stepped over to me and
did something he rarely did at that stage of our lives; he hugged me,
hard. And he kissed my forehead. Then he said, "I have always felt honored
to be your Dad. I can't imagine you ever making me feel otherwise, but even
if you did, you will always be my son. And I will always love you and be
praying for you."


Despite what she and dad might have suspected, until that conversation with
Dad, Mom had treated me pretty much as usual. But now, she barely spoke to
me. Things came to a head a few days later when we were both in the laundry
room.

I was helping Mom sort laundry. We had been working in silence, Mom loading
the washer, me folding clothes as I took them from the drayer. Suddenly,
she clenched her hands around a couple of towels and pressed them to the
top of the washer. I turned, thinking she had done something to hurt
herself.

She turned and looked sharply at me. "Sean, all you need are a couple of
wrong decisions to really ruin a life."

I was quiet, watching her.

She threw the towels into the washer. "Daniel is making a mess of his
life. And you're making bad decisions. Your grandad has made you a
wonderful offer for college and you are dead set to go to that terrible
school, just so you can be with Daniel and make just as big a mess of your
life as he is making of his."

I learned from childhood that it was never a great idea to argue with my
mom. I just began folding clothes again.

She threw a couple more towels into the washer. "And I don't care what
words you wrap it in, Sean David. Wrong is wrong." She leaned toward me and
fairly hissed, "You can call it 'gay' but it's not gay. It's
homosexuality. And it's not right. It's just wrong."

She started to storm from the room, but then turned, her fists clutched at
her side. "And if you or your friends ever do the least little thing to
corrupt your brother or sister, I will throw you out of my house like
that." She snapped her fingers in my face.  I could get mad, too. I hissed
back, "Any time, Mom. Just any time." I know my face was defiant and angry
and I might has well have included the word "bitch" the way I had
spoken. My Mom had never lifted a hand to me in anger, but she did that
time. I believe she was going to slap my face, when she caught herself, and
simply stood there for a moment. Then she put both hands on my face and her
eyes filled with tears. "Sean," she choked, "I love you." Then she bit her
lip, "Please be careful." She turned and hurried from the room.

Ryan suddenly quit coming over. I wondered if Daniel's Mom, Mary, had said
something to her brother, Uncle James, or if he had surmised enough from
what she did say to decide that Ryan needed to not be around me. My
suspicions were confirmed one night when Ryan called. His parents were out
and he wanted to talk. He wanted to explain that his dad refused to let him
spend any time with me.

I asked if Uncle James said why. Ryan said no. I could tell he was
terrified that his dad had found out about Ryan and I messing around. But I
told Ryan what had happened between Daniel and I and our parents and that
his Dad probably just heard enough from Mary to want to protect Ryan from
me. He was probably already worried enough about David's behavior.

"You can see if your Dad would mind if I come visit only when they're
around, or if you can come visit me when my folks are around. I would like
to show you how I rearranged the salt water tank." I suggested.

Ryan said he would try. But he did not come over. Nor did I receive an
invitation.

Ryan's recital was at the beginning of March. I thought I would sneak into
the back of the auditorium to watch and then sneak out without his parents
seeing me. But there were not that many people. Ryan's Mom and Dad were in
the front rows greeting people beforehand. When his Mom saw me, she gave me
a smile and said something to Uncle James who never turned in my
direction. The back of his neck turned scarlet.

But his wife walked up the aisle to where I had taken a seat in
back. "Sean," she said. "We want to thank you for getting Ryan into guitar
and encouraging us to get him lessons. I guess you know, he is very, very
good. There is even a music school in New England, a boarding school, that
would like him to come."

"That's wonderful," I said, then reconsidered, "he's really young for that,
though, isn't he?"

"Well we think we'll keep him home a while longer."

She smiled at me, "I've got to get back to my seat now. Thank you, again
Sean." She started to leave and then turned back. Quite seriously, she said
to me, "I know my two boys, Sean. I think Ryan would be living entirely in
his brother's shadow if he had not met you. I hope the best for you, Sean."

I wondered. There was so much good and strong and even noble in Ryan. I
don't think he would have stayed in anyone's shadow for long.

I left after the last standing ovation and wrote Ryan a letter about how
much I enjoyed his concert and how very well he did, not just technically,
but stylistically. I sent an extra program I had picked up and asked him to
sign it for me and mail it back.

When it arrived, it said simply, "To my friend Sean, who gave me
music. Thank you, Ryan." I still have it.

There was another piece of mail I received in March. Daniel called to warn
me to intercept a package that was coming before anyone else in the family
did. I watched the mailbox and was first to the mail the day the package
came. In the privacy of my bathroom, I looked at the pictures we had taken
that day at Daniel's house; the pictures of Daniel, Ryan, and I.

Some were just snapshots, but a couple were extraordinarily erotic and a
couple simply beautiful. To the best of my memory, all the remarkable and
beautiful shots, with the exception of those taken with Ryan in my lap,
were taken by Ryan.

I had a devil of a time deciding where to hide them. And I was emphatic
with Daniel that he needed to burn or really hide well, all of the
negatives.


>From Daniel's letters, it sounded like the parties were getting
bigger. Robert's parents were often gone and many of the parties were at
his house. There were more parties and more boys at the parties, with
couples and triples disappearing en masse into bedrooms all night long.

I was concerned for Daniel, and especially about drugs. But he always
assured me that he just did a little weed and alcohol. But one weekend in
late March, I discovered that there was something he was getting addicted
to. We were on the phone.

"There are so many gay boys up here, Sean. Cute ones. And it's incredible,"
he said, "the feeling I get when I walk in a room of guys and all their
heads turn my way. And when I'm talking to someone, I'm always aware of
guys watching me. When I undress, or even just go without a shirt, guys
admire my body. When I have sex with one of them, their hands are all over
me like I'm some kind of god. It's like being a star. I'm a star here in
Houston gayland. And I can have any boy, any time. So I try different boys
all the time. It's like sampling chocolates."

"You can overdo chocolate," I pointed out.

"You know what I mean. It's just incredible. You need to come up for the
weekend again. I can show you a much better time than last time."

But no offers came from Roger to fly me up. I missed them.

But I had thrown myself into cross country and was training heavily, and
studying hard. And when I would feel tired from all the work, I would think
of Daniel and UT and the fun we would have there.

Then the name "Jimmy" began popping up in Daniel's conversations and
letters. And Daniel began missing phone calls. Letters became fewer.

And then one day, Jorge and I were running after school. I had to stop and
tie my shoe, but told Jorge to keep running, thinking I could catch him
easily. He and I were running in just shorts. As I came up on him from
behind, I noticed again, his slim lines, narrow hips, long legs and torso,
and the muscles working in his back and legs. I thought of Daniel.

As I pulled alongside, I asked, "You remember inviting me over a couple of
times to visit your house?"

"Or to sleep over. Sure."

"Does the offer still stand?"

"You bet. This weekend?"

"Sounds good," I answered. And I stayed with Jorge for the entire run,
rather than pull ahead after a couple of miles as I usually did. It was a
long run. Twice the competitive distance.

We had started the run, after training with the other track and field
team. It was just Jorge and I when we hit the showers.

"The showeres" was actually a large tiled room with two showerhead trees
around which guys showered as a group. It was just Jorge and I at one of
the trees. Everyone but the janitor had gone, and I knew from the past that
the janitor would be working classrooms right now.

Jorge was bent over, washing down his legs. I ran my hand over his back. He
stood up and turned to me with a surprised smile. We stepped closer. I put
a hand on his hip and pulled. He came to me. Our waists pressed together
and our cocks and balls dangled against each other. Jorge smiled at me, and
reached up my back to put his hands on my shoulder blades. He pulled me to
him. I put my other hand on his butt, and we kissed. Our cocks rose into
each other's balls.

Jorge's cock was long and thick and uncut. I seperated our bodies enough to
straighten our cocks up between our bellies and found pleasure in holding
his cock in my hand, sliding the thick skin back and forth over his
shaft. He grabbed my cock and let out a contented sigh as he stroked me.

I began kissing Jorge hard, driving him back against the wall. I wasn't
sure what I had in mind to do together; I just needed a body to respond to
and to respond to mine. Jorge decided what we would do. Standing on his
left leg, he lifted and wrapped his right leg around me; his calf resting
just above my butt. Then he rose up on his left toe, and reaching under,
grabbed my soapy cock, and guided it toward his hole. When I realized what
he was doing, I bent my knees a little, to get the right angle. Jorge
guided me in.

There, pressing him against the wall, one of his long legs wrapped over my
butt, I fucked Jorge.

I had to enter him slowly. The soap was not the best lubricant and I had
the impression that he had not done this as much as I. Once in, though, we
moved well, my hands on his hips, his at the sides of my neck. He was
leaning back against the wall and I leaned back from where we were joined
so we could both watch where our bodies joined. I began stroking Jorge with
one hand.

He made love elegantly, gracefully moving forward into me as I ground my
own pelvis up into him. We rocked. And he felt so good; his body meeting
mine, his arms over my shoulders, his cock in my hand and my hand on his
butt, and the warmth of his insides enveloping my cock.

My balls were swinging with my thrusts. They felt good in the open air. My
orgasm began to churn in them. I shot into Jorge, rocking up on my toes to
penetrate as deeply as I could.

As my climax died away, I said, "Thanks, Jorge. I can finish you with my
mouth," and I started to pull out.

"No," he stopped me. "Stay in me." His hand replaced mine on his cock and I
pushed my cock all the way back into him. In a few feverish strokes, he
sprayed a fountain of cum between us.

With a sigh, he lowered his leg. I pressed our bellies and chests together
to rub the cum between us. I kissed him. "I'm sure glad you're my cross
country teammate."

He smiled slyly back at me. "Why the hell do you think I decided to run
cross country this year?"

"No shit?" I laughed.

"No shit."

That made me concerned, but before I could say anything, Jorge said, "Oh, I
know about you and Daniel. It wasn't hard to figure out. And it's not like
I'm all in love, so relax. It's just that, you know, a guy gets horny. And
there aren't that many cool guys around here; at least not that I think
would be cool with what we just did. I like you, Sean, and I just thought
maybe we would get an opportunity to mess around. I even hoped you could
show me some things."

"Show you a few things," I grinned, grabbing his still hard cock. "Well a
good coach starts with the basics. Do you like having your cock sucked?"


The next day, when we were running, Jorge told me that he had only messed
around with a cousin a couple of times when he was about thirteen. They
mainly jerked and did a little sucking. They had butt fucked one time. When
they did, they were facing each other and his cousin just pulled one of
Jorge's legs up around his hip, lubed with saliva, and pushed in. It was
what Jorge knew to do when I came at him in the shower. I promised Jorge,
we would teach him some new things.

Jorge's house was not a large one, but he had his own room. Jorge had three
sisters younger than himself, and his mom. His dad worked on an off-shore
oil rig. Jorge had a room over the garage.

The first night I slept over, we left for Jorge's room right after
supper. He turned his back to me to close the door and I instinctively
stepped up to press my body to his. He stood up and melted back into my
arms. I ran my hands up and down his slender sides, from his Thighs to his
nipples.

We were both still dressed from school. I undid his belt and pants and
plunged my hands into his underwear. His cock was already stiffening. I
pulled back the foreskin to delicately finger his damp glans. He turned his
head to kiss and our lips met. I began to stroke him as he pushed his ass
back into me.

I plunged both my hands into his underwear, cupping his balls while
stroking him. He rubbed his ass against me and sighed. My mouth took big
nibbles of his neck as I began to push down his pants. They dropped to the
floor. I dropped mine and Jorge pushed his bare ass back. My cock found and
laid in his crack. I kept my cock pressed there as my hands undid the
buttons of his shirt and pulled his arms out of the sleeves. The shirt
dropped to the floor.

I pulled my own shirt over my head. The whole time, my cock remained
pressed in the crack between the firm muscles of his butt. Now he reached
up behind my head to grab my hair. I ran my hands over his belly and chest,
and then tweaked his nipples as he continued to grind his ass against me. I
rubbed my cock up and down in his crack.

This could not last long. I was way too horny. I kicked out of my pants and
shoes and had Jorge do the same, then I took him to his bed, laid him down
on his back, spread his legs, then laid down on him, cock to cock. As my
arms wrapped under him and our lips met, his hands went to my butt. We
kissed and rubbed together.

>From his moaning and gasps of pleasure, I should have known that Jorge was
on the edge. But then so was I. When he came, I let myself cum as well. As
we rested in each other's arms, he apologized for cuming so quickly. "Other
than the other night in the shower, I guess I've been saving up."

"Yeah, me too. But," I smiled down into his face, "just means we have more
to go. Have a towel?"

We cleaned and I rolled us onto our sides and crawled into a
sixty-nine. Jorge began by imitating my moves, but once we started licking
down between each other's legs, the scent and taste worked on him, and he
took off on his own.

When I took his long, uncut cock into my mouth, I skinned the foreskin back
with my lips and tongued the moist crown with a swirl and with fluttering
licks. I bobbed down on him, and when my chin hit his pubes, he bucked up
into me with a groan. I worked Jorge well, and he did fine on me, but I
stopped us before we came. I wanted to show him so much more.

I had him lie on his back and pull his knees up. "I'm going to fuck you the
way I like to be fucked. Then you can try it." I lubed his ass and my cock,
then scooted up to him on my knees. Pushing his legs up, I stuffed a pillow
under his butt, then placed my cock at his hole and slowly entered.

His face creased with discomfort and concentration until I was all the way
in. Then he began to relax. I rocked back and forth on me knees a few time
until he was responding to me. "Now spread your knees out to the sides,
like a frog. That's it. Now you will be able to feel me real good when," I
laid my body down on his, "my belly starts rubbing you." Jorge moaned.

I ground into him, sliding my belly up and down the base of his cock and
grabbed his shoulders to pull him back down on me. His arms went over my
back. I bent my face to his and we tongue danced.

Though I was pulling almost out each time, I kept my pumping fast until I
came. By then his butt and cock were hot. I rolled us on to my back and had
him take a turn doing the same to me that I did to him. He was tentative in
his movements, not pressing in. "No, no. Go all the way in each thrust and
give a little push and grind at the end. We'll both enjoy it more. And pull
out farther, but not too far. . . no, that's ok, just put it back in. OK,
now all the way in. Oh yeah, And grind. No, push in and hold it while you
make little circles with your hips. That's right. Now use just your hips to
fuck, you don't have to use your whole body, loosen up. Yeah, there you
go. Now wrap your arms under me. OK, OK. Now just relax and enjoy
it. Yeah."

Wrapping my own arms and legs around Jorge, I intended to relax and just
let him fuck until he came. But he felt damn good moving in me and pumping
against my ass. Soon I was forcing my butt up to his thrusts. He was
pounding hard when he came and let out a couple of whoops I was afraid
would bring his whole family. But no one came and we relaxed together.

He was still hard inside me. "What else can we do?" He asked.

"Well I showed you how I like to take it, which is also one of my favorite
ways to give it, but there's another way I like to fuck. I had him pull out
and we wiped him off. Then I laid him on his stomach, a pillow under his
crotch. Straddling his thighs, I entered his butt and laid down on him.

Wrapping my arms under his chest, I explained in his ear, "I like to fuck
like this because your butt fits my crotch just right; it feels great as I
move in and out. And this is one position where sometimes I do like to fuck
with my whole body, sliding it up and down you as I run the length of my
cock in and out." I demonstrated. "And it should feel pretty good to you to
since it puts a little more pressure on your prostate."

I had to explain the prostate. Then he agreed that something down there was
feeling good. I pumped into him for a while that way, enjoying the pressure
of his slim butt against my loins.

Then, with his arms still around my chest, I rolled us to the side to
spoon. I brought the top of my legs up against the back of his, "This," I
said, "is called spooning. Sometimes I like this because I can reach over
more easily to jerk you off as well." And again I demonstrated. Jorge
moaned approval.

Each time I drove my cock into him, I used the heel of my hand at the base
of his cock to pull him back against me. I fucked him for a while that way.

"Now here's another little variation on that," and I grabbed his legs and
twisted him onto his back while I remained on my side and buried in
him. His legs bent over my hips, and I moved in and out of him with even
greater access to his cock with my hands. "You really have to keep that
pillow under your butt for this one to work."

My pumping was quickening. "I was going to show you a couple of positions
with you on top next, but I think I'm about to cum this way."

"And I already know you can fuck standing up," Jorge grinned up at the
ceiling, his mind half on the pleasure in his butt.

"Yeah, but you don't have to be facing each other. I was ready to fuck you
at the door while ago--just lean you forward, butt back, and slide in. And
you can do it kneeling behind a guy on all-fours too. But for that to work
real well, you have to hold on to the guy's hips or shoulders when you fuck
or else he'll tend to bounce off when you really get going."

We became quiet as I fucked faster and rubbed his balls and thighs with my
hands. I came, moaning as quietly as I could.

I continued to rock in and out of him and rubbed his belly, and asked what
he would like to do next. He turned and looked at me with a broad smile. I
knew what was coming. We both said "Everything," at exactly the same time.

I don't know that Jorge saved my sanity that spring, but he sure banished
the stress of sexual deprivation.

He was also mildly comforting when Daniel's calls and letters increasingly
mentioned the name of Jimmy. A picture of Jimmy was developing in my
mind. He was twenty, not in college, a karate instructor. "Not one of those
guys who has learned a few dance steps and gotten a black belt, this guy is
the real thing." Daniel told me.

"A few dance steps?" I wondered. It sounded like Daniel was parroting
something he'd heard Jimmy say.

Jimmy evidently had dark good looks and plenty of body hair, which Daniel
evidently liked, to my disappointment. Unless I was to glue some on, I did
not stand a chance in that department. At least his cock sounded smaller.

Daniel had met Jimmy at one of Robert's parties and they had hit it off
immediately. Initially, it sounded like Jimmy fell hard for Daniel. Then
they were sort of hanging together, just until the summer. But then, it
began to sound like Jimmy was running the relationship and a bit
possessively at that; dragging Daniel off to backrooms to be alone at the
start of almost every party.

I should not have been surprised when Daniel asked if it would be alright
for Jimmy to come on the bike tour with us, but I was. I was surprised,
disappointed, and worried. Was I losing Daniel? It worried me even more
when it became obvious that if I said no to Jimmy, Daniel might say no to
the tour.

And so I called Peter and Alan, and told them they would be welcome to come
with us after all. And as soon as I could, I fucked the shit out of Jorge;
poor guy, but he loved it.

But there was also good news that spring. I placed second in State in cross
country. A couple of the UT coaches watched me. One even told me that I had
more potential that the boy who came in first; with a little work, of
course. "You look like a sprinter, Sean, and you've got speed, but you also
have distance and a good form for an endurance runner. I think we could
really make something special of your talents."

Since the state finals were in Austin, my Dad and I planned in a visit to
the UT campus and arranged meetings with the cross country coach, the
financial aid office, and an academic advisor.

The campus was sprawling, with large buildings everywhere, and litereally
thousands of students and instructors. Half that mass of people were
male. And that vast majority of those were young, and damn good looking. It
was a bit overwhelming for a small town guy.

An assistant coach gave me a tour of the athletic facilities and showed me
the dorm where I would likely be staying. The facilities were state of the
art. The coaches were the best in their field. For the first time in my
life, someone suggested I consider training for the Pan Am games, or even
Olympics. And I even dared to dream--with coaches like these, and the right
training...I knew I could run, and run fast for a long time. Maybe, just
maybe."

The cross country team would also give me a smaller group to belong to
within such a huge student body. And an elite group at that. To top it off,
my financial aid officer at UT was very optimistic that he could put
together funding for a full-ride, most of which would be athletic
scholarship for cross country.

He gave me a couple of copies of the school newspaper to read later. There
were ads for gay groups. I had the thought that UT was one awfully huge box
of chocolates and that it would be damn good I would be there with Daniel,
to help him control his cravings.

On the way back, I had promised my Mom that I would stop by the school my
Granddad had offered to pay for, Trinity. In spite of myself, I liked it. I
liked San Antonio first of all. But I also liked the school. Even though it
was a Sunday, the person who would be my academic advisor had arranged to
meet us and gave Dad and me a tour of the campus. It was small, but modern
and attractive.

The advisor had been busy. Not only had he been able to arrange a
scholarship offer, composed of academic as well as athletic components, he
had also been talking to the honors program getting me into their special
general studies program. And to cap it off, we had an early supper with one
of the professors who was a novelist; one I had actually read. He talked
about helping learn to write. I was a little sad that I could not go to
both schools.

But the good news from the trip was UT. I phoned Daniel with the great
news, and we began to plan our rooming together.

Shortly before graduation, I received the first call from Roger in a long
time. He was concerned about this Jimmy guy, and wanted me to, and he
wasn't sure how to phrase it, but basically to "win" Daniel's heart back
from the creep. Well, Roger did not call Jimmy a creep. I did.

THE SECOND TOUR

The plan was for us all to rendezvous at my grandparents in San
Antonio. The twins arrived first, delivered by their Mom, who hung around
until the twins chased her off. Next, Daniel and Jimmy arrived in Jimmy's
car. Then I arrived, delivered by my Dad.

Daniel and I embraced heartily, but circumspectly. Jimmy was frowning when
I shook his hand.

Dad hugged Daniel hard as well, and pleasantly greeted the others. As we
visited all visited, Jimmy kept throwing his arm over Daniel's
shoulder. And he would leave it there until Daniel moved off. It might have
been my imagination, but each time he put his arm over Daniel's shoulder,
Jimmy would look right at me. He had a wicked smirk.

Dad pulled me to one side, "I am beginning to think this is a really bad
idea, Sean. I know you don't want to hear this, but it looks like Daniel
and this Jimmy guy have something going. I'm afraid you're not going to
enjoy this bike ride very much. It could be a heart breaker for you. And,"
he glanced over to where Jimmy had his arm over Daniel's shoulder again. "I
don't have a good feeling about that guy."

"Yeah," I sighed in agreement. "But I know Daniel, and what we have
together. There's no way I would give that up without a fight,
Dad.. Besides," I said, giving Dad's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "I've
been waiting months, just to be with Daniel. I'm riding."

Dad gave me a hug and said, "OK, son. I'd try to talk you out of it, but I
recognize your mom's stubbornness when I see it. Just be careful, OK?"

"Sure," I promised.

After Dad left, Jimmy came up to me, smiling. "I talked to your
grandmother. She said it would be fine if Daniel and I took the big bed in
the extra bedroom. She said she'd make you guys really comfortable pallets
on the floor here in the living room."

I was stunned. I looked at Daniel. He just shrugged. "Well, Jimmy, you
know, it's my grandmother's house, and I think I have first dibs on the bed
with Daniel."

Jimmy's mouth curled in a crooked smile. "You can have the bed, and the
twins can too. Daniel and I will take the floor out here."

My grandmother passed through the room just in time to hear that last
part. "Be a good host, Sean. You can sleep out here. We'll make it
comfortable for you."

Jimmy's ugly smile broadened.

And so, that night I found myself on a pallet on the floor with Peter. Alan
was on the couch. That is, Alan was on the couch until the lights went
out. Once it was dark, I had a twin on either side.

"We've been waiting all year to do stuff with another boy," Alan whispered
in my ear.

"I was hoping it would be you, Sean," Peter whispered from my other side.

Suddenly I had two hard cocks rubbing against my sides through their
underwear and two hands thrusting down into my boxers. I may have been
deeply discouraged at how things were shaping up with Daniel, but my body
did not know it. My cock sprang to life.

Thinking I would get things over quickly, I suggested a three person daisy
chain. Once I described what I was suggesting, the twins had all three of
us stripped in a flash and in position, Alon sucking me; me sucking Peter;
Peter sucking Alan. "Just be quiet, OK?" I cautioned.

As we launched into it, I could tell the boys had been practicing. Alan
drug his long hair across my cock a few times, tickling me and building
anticipation, Then he let it fall across my legs as he began to lick my
balls. Peter's smell in my nostrils made my cock even harder as I buried my
nose behind Peter's balls. Then I heard it, the noise of a bed rhythmically
squeaking from the spare bed room.

Something hurt inside, and I started to go soft. I was afraid, too that my
grandparents would hear the noise, and even come out of their room, in
which case they would pass through this room and I was a cooked goose.

But the noise died a little as they evidently switched positions, and
Alan's insistent mouth brought me back to full hardness. I grabbed Peter's
soft tush, the soft tush I had fondly remembered over the last year (it was
a little harder now; Peter was a year older and the twins had been cycling
to get in shape.) And I buried his cock in my throat, determined to drive
out other thoughts.

Before any of us could cum, the twins decided to switch. Peter wanted a
turn sucking me and Alan wanted a turn being sucked by me. We rotated.

Amazingly, Alan tasted and smelled slightly different. And his cock may
have been a little thicker. He definitely moved differently as I sucked. He
was a more active mouth fucker, pumping his cock into my mouth in rhythm
with my bobbing. Meanwhile, at the other end, Peter was a more aggressive
cock sucker, better than Alan. His hands were fondling my balls and
stroking my thighs. He had me swiveled at my hips so that my butt was
almost flat on the floor and my legs spread. Peter had me spread and open
and was devouring me.

I came first. When Alan came, I was reminded that the twins were dribblers,
not shooters. His thick cum filled my mouth. It tasted spunky. I could hear
Peter breathing faster as he came too. We sucked each other clean and then
climbed back up to sleep on the pillows; I thought.

Alan did not return to the couch. I was on my side and soon felt his hard
cock pressing along my butt. To my front, Peter was rolling my cock and
balls over his hands while his lips sought out mine and we kissed.

Sighing, I got up, retrieved the little bottle of KY from my pants and
returned to the pallet, handing the bottle to Alan. Then I lay back down
and began kissing and making out with Peter. As I did, I felt Alan
spreading the lube up my butt, and then felt him move up behind me. He held
my hips as he probed with his cock. Finding my entrance, he pushed in,
fast. I grunted into Peter's mouth.

"Hand me the lube," Peter whispered across me to his brother. Alan passed
it over. Then, hands still clutching my hips, he began pumping into me.

Peter lubed my cock, then turned his back to me and lubed his
crack. Reaching back, he grabbed my cock and slid back onto it. I wrapped
my arms around Peter's waist and let the shocks from Alan's thrusts drive
me into Peter's ass, adding a little grinding of my own.

Peter's hair under my nose was a little oily and laced with the smell of
hill country cedar. I nuzzled into the back of his neck, and felt his bare
back against my chest, the back of his legs on mine, and his butt nestled
in my lap. Peter felt good. And even Alan's enthusiastic pounding was
soothing in a way.

Alan came fairly soon. "Both these guys are little fuck bunnies," I
thought.

When he had slowed and begun to soften, I picked up my pace in Peter. Damn,
his smaller body felt good in my arms. Then I heard Alan whisper, "Hey
Peter, I'm done if you wnat to switch."

"Want to switch?" I wondered out loud.

"Yeah," Peter said, "Now you butt fuck Alan and I'll butt fuck you."

Hell, I was comfortable the way we were. "This 'double your pleasure' can
go too far," I protested. But Peter was already pulling off
me. Reluctantly, I rolled. Peter passed the lub over to Alan who lubed his
ass and backed onto me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed all
the way in.

As Peter entere me from behind, I noticed that Alan's waist felt just a
little narrower and his butt a little firmer; his back was harder as I
pulled it to my chest. His hair smelled a little more oily, and carried a
faint scent from my crotch and Peter's from earlier. The affect was
pleasant, and I decided I liked screwing Alan, too.

Peter wrapped his arms around my waist and waited for me to do more of the
moving than Alan had. Peter kissed and nuzzled my back and up the back of
my neck.

Because Alan's little ass was firmer, plowing him deeply put more pressure
on my pubic bone. It was stimulating. I picked up speed and lengthened my
stroke, plunging into Alan and rocking back on Peter. Both Peter and I came
about the same time, moaning quietly in an erotic harmony.

As we relaxed, I thought again, "Yeah, little fuck bunnies."

We laid there. Peter was still in me and I was still in Alan, who was
making no move to get back to the couch. "Guys," I warned, "before my
grandparents get up in the morning, we're going to have to break this up,
OK"

There were a couple of assenting grunts, and we dozed off, our cocks
softening and slipping out. In the night, I woke and we were still snuggled
together. I pushed both boys away and went to the john. When I returned, I
called back between them and fell asleep.

In the morning, I heard my grandparents stirring in their room and realized
that both of the twins were lying with legs and arms over me. I woke Alan
and got him to get back up on the couch, and then pushed Peter away. I made
sure we were all covered and I was dozing off when my grandmother walked
past the room on the way to the kitchen.

Shortly after that, Jimmy came out of the spare bedroom in loose briefs,
scratching his balls. He did have a hairy chest and legs. Under the hair
was an unmistakably well built body; a Bruce Lee body. "Hey, Jimmy," I
said. My grandma's up. You need to get some shorts on.

He looked at me for a moment, and then shrugged and headed for the
bathroom. He took a long piss with the door wide open. Then walked back,
scratching his balls all the way, to the bedroom, and shut the door.

When he and Daniel came out much later, they both were dressed.

My grandmother made an even larger meal than the year before and was
pleased when we all ate heartily. Granddad's neighbor had an extended cab
pickup and had Granddad had talked him into taking us up into the hill
county. We loaded our bikes in the back.

I don't think Granddad had any idea what he was doing, but when it was time
for us all to climb in, Granddad insisted that Jimmy, being noticeably
older, sit up front between my Granddad and his friend. Insisted, even when
Jimmy suggested that I should be sitting next to Granddad. "No," my
Granddad said. "Let those boys all be crowded in the back. You sit up here
with the adults." Then he winked at us "boys."

Daniel and I let the twins crawl in one side. He and I crawled in the
other.

Just sitting with the sides of our bodies touching stimulated the hell out
of me. I filled with longing to hold him, to kiss him. I was by the door
and put my arm over Daniel's shoulder, as if making more room for everyone.
And then whenever the three in front were facing forward, I pulled Daniel
closer, or our hands would quickly squeeze each other's leg or crotch. I
turned my head as often as I could to smell his hair. Damn, I had missed
him.

Once we were unpacked an on the road, however, hanging with Daniel
presented all new challenges. Never had a couple been more closely
chaperoned.

Fortunately, however good Jimmy might have been as a karate instructor, he
was not much of a bicyclist. It was easy for Daniel and I to pull a little
ahead to talk. Whenever we did, Jimmy would almost kill himself trying to
keep up.

Daniel and I caught each other up on things happening at home and in
Houston. We talked to the twins who were good riders and usually in the
lead. And we talked about UT. We each had already requested the other as
our roommate and we were arranging who would take a coffee maker, who would
take a radio, who would take a TV, etc.

That night, I could tell Jimmy was exhausted. But he managed to help Daniel
get his two-man tent set up and made it clear that it was for Daniel and
himself, only. The twins had a cheaper, heavier, slightly larger, two-man
tent they were setting up. When they saw I was setting up my bedroll on the
picnic table, they insisted I join them.

"We've got plenty of room," Alan encouraged.

"We'll make sure you're comfortable," Peter said in a sly undertone.

I almost declined.

Once we set up our camp, we ate. Jimmy sat like a dark presence at the end
of the picnic table. Too tired to say or do much; too mistrusting to go to
sleep.

He finally drug Daniel off to bed with him and the twins and I decided to
swim in the river. I was tired too, but the water was refreshing. I wasn't
sure if the twins ever got tired. Despite my mild protests, their naked
bodies pressing against mine in the river and their hands on my cock
brought me up hard. They urged me up onto the root of a cypress where they
took turns sucking me.

For my part, I almost fell asleep there. It was not just the fatigue. The
water had relaxed me. There was another root I could lean back against. The
small, distant roar of the water going over the little dam was hypnotic,
and the air carried the smell of dying campfires. I relaxed and enjoyed the
twins enjoying me. Once I came, Peter and Alan drifted off in the river for
whatever games they had in mind. I dozed.

When I woke, I slid into the water, and then looked around for the twins. I
didn't see them, but heard some unmistakable groans and moans off to my
left. I worked along the bank and found them against the side, doing a
mutual jerk off in the water. I waded up behind and rubbed their butts and
between their legs until they came. Both boys gave me a kiss on the cheek
and we headed to the tent.

As we walked, I noticed that both Peter and Alan were just a little more
bow-legged than usual. So in the tent, I showed them how Daniel and I use
to use a modified sixty-nine to apply salve to each other's behind. They
insisted on doing me too, and I was grateful. Then we fell asleep.

I woke in the morning with both boys draped over me and decided that I had
become part of their bedding. We all three had piss hard-ons. Pulling on
shorts, we scrambled from the tent. It was, I believe, Alan's idea to sneak
up behind the other tent and all three cut loose at one time, sounding like
a pissing elephant as we relieved ourselves into the dirt, only a couple of
feet from the rear tent flap. The twins giggling gave away that it was not
an elephant doing the pissing.

>From inside the tent, I heard Daniel cuss at us, "Shit, now it's going to
smell like a stable in here you ass holes. I can piss too, you know." There
were sounds from the tent like Daniel was getting up. Then there was some
low mumbling. And then, the sounds of loud, sloppy kissing, or cock
sucking.

The twins and I walked away.

That day on the road, when Jimmy lagged back a little, I asked Daniel,
point blank, "Are you in love with Jimmy?"

Daniel looked genuinely surprised, "Hell no. I mean, he's a nice guy, and
he has been great for taking care of certain of my needs this spring while
a certain someone was a couple of hundred miles away. But no. He's just an
interesting guy."

"Interesting, huh?"

"Well yeah, he is."

"Is that why you invited him on this trip."

"I did not invite him," Daniel sounded a bit put out. "He asked to come and
you said it was OK."

"Hey, wait a minute," I protested. "You asked me if he could come and you
made it sound like if I didn't say yes, you might bail on me."

Daniel was silent a moment. "Well, Jimmy can be real insistent."

"Daniel, no offense, but the guy's an ass. Remember how you told me once on
the phone how everybody in the room would turn when you walked in and how
you were sampling boys like chocolates. You could pick anybody to mess
around with. Why that loser?"

"He's not a loser. I told you. He's interesting."

"You're not afraid of him, are you?" I wondered.

"Fuck you."

"You are, aren't you? Daniel, you've never been a coward. Tell the guy to
fuck off."

I noticed one of the twins looking back over his shoulder at us. He was
smiling, but then his smile turned to a deep frown. I felt a jar at the
rear of my bike and heard Jimmy go down.

While Daniel applied first aid to Jimmy's road rash and then to his
bicycle, I stayed far away, wondering how long Jimmy had been hovering
behind us. I had been so engrossed in our conversation that I had not heard
the sound of his bike, or his usual heavy breathing.

Alan stepped closer and told me he had looked back just in time to see
Jimmy pull up alongside me and kick at my rear wheel. Well the rear wheel
is the most stable part of the bicycle. If you aren't much of a cyclist,
kicking at anything is not a good idea, especially because of the ol' 'for
every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.' And if your target
is a stable and turning rear wheel, you have a very foolish 'action.'"

After hearing what Alan said, I checked the true of my rear wheel, and its
alignment in the rear fork. Then I checked my derailleur and chain, even
though they were on the other side from the kick.

We all rode a little slower after that, so that a very sore Jimmy could
keep up. I could feel his eyes boring into my back. And I could sense his
growing hatred.

That evening, I gave him a wide birth. As tight a leash as he was keeping
on Daniel, it meant I was giving Daniel a wide birth as well.

When we retired for the night to the tents, the twins jumped me. Almost
instantly, we were into it. Alan was on his back, his legs arched over my
hips as I plowed into his ass. Peter was standing in front of me so that I
could suck his cock at the same time. (I say standing, but because of the
height of the tent, he was actually bent over me quite a bit.)

I was doing my best to pleasure all three of us at once when there was a
laugh from the other tent. I listened and heard Daniel giggle. Then he
moaned. I strained to hear what was happening.

"From now on," Alan whispered loudly, "We need to set up our tent farther
away."

"Or plug Sean's ears," Peter whispered back.

I realized I had quit moving. I said, "orree," around Peter's cock and
resumed. But my mind kept wondering and I struggled to ignore sounds from
the other tent.

The next morning, Jimmy caught me straggling as the others headed to the
showers. "You need to get on your bike and ride off into the sunset you
little shit," he hissed at me. "Make up some excuse and go home. Tell
Daniel you're homesick or something."

I just stared at him trying to make sense of what he had just said. And I
wondered, when Daniel and I had barely touched each other, what had set him
off. Then I realized that Daniel and I had been having fun riding together
while Jimmy struggled to keep up from the beginning. More importantly, I
knew Jimmy realized that Daniel loved me and did not love him. I looked
Jimmy in the eye, and said, "No."

When I started to move toward the showers, he grabbed my arm in powerful
grip. I could tell he was trying to make it hurt, but not succeeding. "You
could accidentally get hurt." Then he leaned closer. "I'm sure of it."

I jerked my arm from his grasp and walked away.

The day we bicycled to Inks Lake, the twins, Daniel, and I spent a lot of
time discussing our plans to golf, canoe, and even hike some of the trails
the twins knew. The twins assured us that the shooting season on blackbirds
had ended. They were gunning for bigger game. We all laughed and Jimmy
wondered why.

The twins had made sure that our special campsite was reserved for us. We
arrived early enough that the twins rode off on their bikes to say hi to
their Mom and pick up supplies for a cookout.  With the twins gone, it was
a little awkward. I tried to be nice to Jimmy. I really did. I offered him
an apple I had. I asked questions about his karate, family, and stuff. He
answered a couple of questions perfunctorily, and then just walked away.

Daniel asked if I had brought my special swim suit. I smiled affirmatively
and we scrambled into our respective tents to change. When we emerged, we
earned a heart-felt frown from Jimmy. He quickly dashed in and changed to
swim trunks. When we swam in the cove, I stayed far enough away from Jimmy
to not let him drown me. I really did wonder if he wasn't capable of
something like that. The guy was to people like anti-matter was to matter.

When the twins drove up in their pickup, it was loaded with everything for
two days of cookouts, including a couple of ice chests of beer. They
grilled hamburgers and we sat at the table, just in swim suits, greedily
eating the excellent food. Jimmy was chugging beer.

I was sitting on the other side of Daniel and leaned close to whisper, "I
thought those karate guys didn't drink or smoke or stuff like that."

Daniel shrugged, "Must be a different kind of karate. He's always liked
beer. He'll probably break out the weed before long."

"You brought grass? on our tour?" I was nonplussed.

"We've only smoked it once in the tent, but watch. I bet he breaks it out
tonight."

It was within a half hour that Jimmy broke out the pot. The twins were
excited, and evidently had done grass before. I decided I really lived in
the backwoods if hill country cowboys were doing more grass than I. Of
course the truth was that along the border, weed was readily available. My
classmates and I just never got much into it.

The joint began to pass, from Jimmy across the table to Peter, Peter to
Alan, Alan across the table to me. I tried, and choked. Jimmy
snorted. "Just skip Seanny baby. He can't handle it."

Daniel took the joint and said, "He doesn't do this very often, so we have
a method." Daniel took a deep hit, held it, then held his mouth to mine and
shotgunned it in. Jimmy looked very unhappy. I suddenly felt blissful, and
it wasn't the influence of the weed.

We passed a couple of joints, and were all getting pleasantly buzzed. Jimmy
was chugging beers and getting downright snockered. Daniel whispered to me,
"He sometimes gets a little mean when he's drunk. Just don't say anything
to him. He'll pass out in a little bit."

And I thought marijuana made everyone happy.

Jimmy at least had the courtesy to crawl into the tent to pass out. Maybe
he was simply trying to make sure I didn't sneak in there with Daniel.

But we did not need to sneak anywhere. As soon as Jimmy was in the tent,
Daniel had me pinned to the picnic table bench, feeling me up under my
suit, and pouring out months of kisses. I was getting hot as hell when the
sudden snoring from Daniel's tent broke the mood for a moment as we
giggled. The twins laughed from the other bench.

Daniel's bare chest pressing mine, and the feel of his smooth, muscled back
under my hands was healing months of longing. Daniel scooted down the bench
and, pulling the pouch of my suit to one side, tugged out my cock and balls
to begin licking them. My hands combed his hair, and then gripped the sides
of his head as he began bobbing on my cock. I groaned.

Daniel tugged at the sides of my suit and I lifted my hips for him to pull
it off. Then he pulled off his own suit and patted the table top for me to
move up. I did, laying on my back and putting my butt down at the end of
the table.

Daniel applied spit to his hand and rubbed it into my butt. Then he spit
again and rubbed it onto his cock. Then a final spit to his hand and he
rubbed my butt once more. Daniel grabbed my legs where they were bent at
the hip, found my hole with his cock, and pushed in. I sighed, finally,
finally, mated again with Daniel and feeling his large cock where it
belonged.

The twins had seen what we were up to and took up the other end of the
table. When Peter lay back, his face was almost level with mine, head
pointing in the opposite direction, of course. I turned to look at him, and
he kissed me, tensing as his brother penetrated his butt.

Daniel kept one hand holding firmly to my leg, but began running his other
hand over my belly. I put both my hands over his and pressed it to me. Then
I took his hand and brought it to my lips, pulling Daniel forward. I kissed
and sucked each lovely finger and the palm of his hand. Damn, I had missed
him.

Daniel was rocking into me bending his body to pull out, straightening to
push in, and pulling hard with his hand on my leg. I felt Peter's hand in
my hair, and released Daniel's hand from my mouth. He returned it to my
belly and cock, rubbing, caressing. I reached over and began to tweak one
of Peter's nipples as he rubbed his hand over my scalp.

I looked up. The sky through the trees was ablaze with stars. Moonlight was
filtering through the leaves off behind Daniel. Under the influence of the
booze and weed, Daniel looked preternatural as the moonlight descended,
dappled upon him. I saw a bat fly silently overhead. A waft of breeze came
up cool off the lake and rustled through the tree branches, bringing with
it the smell of the lake.

All four of us were gasping and sighing and moaning and grunting. Peter was
kissing the side of my face. Daniel was pushing into me hard, and holding
it, letting my butt stretch back the skin on his cock and press against his
balls, then he would grind, pull back, and push in and hold again. His hand
was rubbing soothingly over my balls and the base of my cock, while I was
jerking myself farther up the shaft.

Daniel's hands moved to the side of my legs and hips then up my side and
back down. It pleased me that he seemed to be enjoying the feel of my
body. I clenched my butt. His hands moved to my shoulders. He never changed
his pace; just push hard, stretch in, enjoy, grind, pull out, and push hard
again. Finally, on one stretch in, he held especially long. He pulled hard
on my shoulders and I felt his cock throb as he squirted into me; pressed
deep he stretched out his orgasm. When he finally finished, he bent forward
and kissed me.

"Your turn," he whispered in my ear.

I sat up and slid from the table. Daniel and I stood at the end of the
table embracing, my hard cock pressed out the side of our bodies, his semi,
rising again under my balls.

Daniel sat up onto the table, just as Alan began panting, "Oh, yeah. Oh,
yeah," while pumping like a piston.

I held Daniel's forearms as he laid back, his six-pack showing plainly in
the moonlight as he lowered his back down. Using spit, I made us ready, and
then entered him.

My hands moved up and down the tops of Daniel's thighs as I pumped in from
my hips. I tried his method of pushing in hard and holding and found the
sensations to be really good. It must have shown on my face. "Feels good,
doesn't it?" Daniel asked.

I nodded, "And so does this," I said as I made several quick thrusts into
him. I noticed the skin of his belly jiggle just a little when I
did. Rubbing his belly with my hand, I said, "You've gotten a little loose
here," and grabbed a handful of skin.

Daniel writhed, "Ouch."

"We're going to have to get you in shape on this trip." I said. "Maybe
tomorrow we can do a little sprinting on the bikes." I decided I liked that
idea. "We might even accidentally loose Jimmy."

The twins giggled. I had forgotten they were there. Peter was sitting at
the edge of the table, legs over Alan's shoulders as Alan sucked him off.

"Yeah, I guess he has been a little bit of a dark cloud this trip," Daniel
admitted.

"More like a total eclipse," I said.

Daniel tightened his butt hole. I plunged in and held my balls hard against
the soft skin of his butt. Leaning forward, I pinched a tit with each hand
and ground my cock into him. Daniel arched his back and sighed.

The twins left for the water. They splashed in as I felt my orgasm
forming. I pushed in again and held myself hard against Daniel. The
pressure triggered the release of my orgasm, and I squirted deep into
him. The pressure on my balls and against my loins strengthened the power
of my climax and lengthened its duration. I didn't remember lying down on
Daniel, but was suddenly aware of my lips on his, his legs wrapped tightly
around my hips as the last of my spasms died away.

Staying bent, my nose touching his, I said, "Beloved."

His hands came up to either side of my face. "Beloved," he said, and kissed
me hard.

We joined the twins in the water where we splashed and swam, our bodies
brushing together. When we stopped to talk in chest deep water, Daniel
wrapped his legs around my waist, put his arms over my shoulders, and
buried his face in my neck. I cupped his butt with my hands to support him,
and pressed the length of my arms against the muscles of his sides and
back.

I walked us around in the water. The twins left for the tent. A boat went
by out in the middle of the lake, and I wondered why they were out so
late. Soon, small waves from their wake rolled into the quiet of the cove,
washing Daniel against me.

Daniel kissed my throat. I pulled his butt tighter to me and felt his semi
hard cock press into my belly. I kissed his hair.

Daniel's legs wrapped more tightly around my waist and he rose up on them
to put his mouth on mine. His arms wrapped behind my head and we pressed
our mouths together while I walked. My cock came up hard under Daniel. He
smiled.

Reaching behind, he grabbed my cock, rose up higher on my hips, and guided
me in as he lowered back down. It was not a position for deepest
penetration, but it was a position for deep love making. Daniel's mouth
returned to mine as I began moving in and out.

He reached between us to straighten his now hard cock, and then pressed his
belly against mine to trap his cock between us as we moved.

I wrapped one arm firmly around his waist. His wet skin was tight
there. Our mouths moved to each other's necks. We held each other tightly
against the tendency to float from each other as we pounded.

With each thrust, my balls floated up to brush Daniel's stretched butt
muscles. The contrast of the coolness of the water on my cock as it pulled
out and the warmth of Daniel as I moved in focused my attention to my
cock. It was hard; straining against the skin.

Daniel was fucking my belly as much as I was fucking his butt and he came
first. His legs squeezed me hard as he rose up and forced his cock harder
against my belly. The clenching of his butt high up my shaft began to coax
up my orgasm. As he relaxed back down and his butt came back to rest
against my balls, I came, clutching him hard I filled him.

We stayed like that. Daniel buried his face back into my neck and relaxed
in my arms, his legs locked around my waist. I walked us in the water, even
after I softened and came out. I walked us deeper, then shallower and back,
watching the water run off Daniel's back in the moonlight.

His breathing became deeper, and still I walked and rocked him.

He began to get cold. He shuddered and pressed his body closer to mine for
warmth. A few minutes, and then there was another shudder and Daniel
unwrapped his legs from me and stood up.

I clutched him to me. "I don't want to let you go back to that tent."

"It's late. Were tired," he smiled, then he kissed my cheek. "I have missed
you so much. I want to sleep with you tonight, too, but there would be hell
to pay in the morning."

"The bastard."

"Just be patient, Sean. We'll have other opportunities. And then we have
the summer; and then school together." He took my hand and led me up out of
the water. We found our chamois and dried each other off. With a final
kiss, we headed to our tents.

The twins were sleeping spooned in the middle of the tent. "At least," I
thought as I climbed in on the side, "I won't wake up with both of them
draped over me tomorrow." I was wrong.


That next morning, we were anxious to get to the golf course. Daniel headed
for the restrooms to "dump a load."

As soon as Daniel was out of sight, Jimmy came up to me. He was ugly with
malevolence. Standing with his face only inches from mine, he said, "Today,
you need to leave. Right now. Pack up and get out of here."

"Like hell I will," I said and began to turn away. He grabbed my arm and
swung me back.

"Today, asshole."

"Fuck you!"

I was expecting some kind of karate move and not sure how to react. When he
simply swung at my chin, I ducked back and let it pass, then jabbed hard
into his side. I was pleased to feel something give. I never saw the elbow
coming.

I came to on my right side. My first sensations were of pain. Bad pain in
several places. I tried opening my eyes. My right one was not working, and
hurt. As the vision in my left eye cleared, I saw Peter sitting beside me
on the ground. He was watching my face.

"Sean?"

I groaned.

"Just lay still, Sean," he said. "There's an ambulance coming."

"Ambulance," I thought, and frowned, painfully, trying to clear my head.

"He kicked you Sean. He kicked you when you were down. A lot. Alan and I
tried to pull him off and he hit Alan pretty hard. The Rangers are taking a
look at him right now."

"Rangers?" I managed to croak.

"Yeah, Max was driving by while Jimmy was kicking you. Max is a park ranger
and a former marine. He had seen Jimmy hit Alan and I thought Max was going
to beat the shit out of that asshole, but Max only hit him once. Decked him
good, though," Peter said appreciatively. "They have Jimmy cuffed over
there," he nodded to some point behind me. "Max says their going to jail
his ass."

"Daniel?" It even hurt to talk. There was something wrong with my
breathing; with my ribs.

Someone squeezed my hand. I tried to bend my head. Daniel leaned into my
view. His face was red and wet. Crying? He looked really concerned.

And then I was looking up at the ceiling with my left eye. The ceiling was
moving. No, I was moving. I was on a gurney and it was rolling down a
hall. Someone asked, "Are you going to do everything at once? How do we
prep him?"

Someone else said, "We've got to deal with the collapsed lung and I want to
take another look at all the X-rays, especially the skull. If it's alright
we may go ahead and take a look at the knee as well. And we'll go ahead and
do something about that nose."

"Still no signs of internal bleeding? What about the genitals?" another
voice asked.

A woman's face leaned over me, "Hi Sean." She said loudly. "That's your
name, right?"

I stared at her.

"You're in the hosptial, Sean. The doctors have to do a little surgery on
you, but you're going to be fine. I have a little injection here for you."
The bed stopped. I felt a prick in my arm.

And then I heard my Mom and Dad talking and opened my left eye. There were
bandages over my right. Mom and Dad were looking down into my face. They
looked so concerned. "Am I dying?"

"No," a voice came from behind them and someone in a lab coat appeared
behind my dad. A doctor? "Though you may feel like it for a while," he
said. "We've given you something for the pain, but if you need more, let
the nurse know.

"Did I get hit by a car?" I asked.

My Dad looked suddenly very angry. I wondered what I said wrong as I
drifted off. I vaguely remember drifting in and out. The room was dark and
quiet; then it was full of light; then dark.

Then it was bright in the room and Roger was looking down at
me. "Dr. Reese?"

"Good morning, Sean. I'll go tell your parents you're finally awake."

"How long," my mouth and throat were dry and I had to swallow, "How long
have I been asleep?"

"It's been three days since you were attacked, Sean. You've had us all
concerned." Then he smiled, "I'm glad you're doing better," and then he
left.

"Doing better?" I thought. I hurt like hell, everywhere.

Mom and Dad came in. Mom took my hand. Dad smoothed back my hair. "How do
you feel, son? Does it hurt much?

"Yes."

"Are you groggy?" he asked.

"Maybe a little. I'm really thirsty."

Dad reached for a cup with a long, bending straw from beside the bed and I
started to lift my head. "Oh," I groaned and laid my head back down. I
closed my eyes. That hurt.

I felt the straw at my lips and sucked in some water. Dad held it there and
I drank some more.

I opened my eye again. Afraid to, I asked, "Did I lose my right eye?"

My Mom sobbed and squeezed my hand. Dad brushed back my hair and said, "No
son. We think your eye will be fine. It's swelled shut right now, and there
was some abrasion, but it should be ok."

"What else?" I asked.

"Well you had a rib puncture and collapse one of your lungs. They fixed
that, though you had a little hole in your side until last night. You might
be sore there. Jimmy broke three of your ribs, and you had a concussion. He
broke your nose. They've set it, but you might have a little bump there
from now on."

"There goes the Hollywood type good looks Daniel accused me of," I thought.

"But you were in such good physical shape that he didn't hurt you too
badly," then Dad's voice grew more cautious, "except for one other thing."

"What other thing?"

"Well, Sean. He did some damage to your right knee. The doctors think it
will heal ok, but you may need some surgery, and it may take some time to
heal."

"My scholarship?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"I'm sorry, son. I don't think you will be running cross country for a year
or two."

My one good eye was suddenly full of tears and I couldn't see. Mom leaned
forward and gently caressed my head.

Then I thought about Alan. Trying to blink the tears from my eye, I asked,
"What about Alan?"

"Alan is fine, just a bruised jaw. He and Peter think they will try to do a
little bike tour toward the end of the summer."

"Daniel?"

"He's still here," Dad said. "You saw that Roger drove over, too. They're
out in the waiting room. They wanted to make sure you were OK before
heading home."

I tried sitting up. There were stabbing pains everywhere. I winced in
pain. "Dad, they need to get Daniel away from Jimmy."

Mom patted my hand,"That boy is going to be in jail for sixty days, and
then the judge has ordered him to stay away from Daniel, or any of you
boys, permanently."

Then she looked angrily at Dad. "You know your Dad, though." She looked
down at me. "At first he was so angry, I though he would have been glad to
break Jimmy's neck, but then, yesterday, he went and visited him in jail,
to talk to him about God and forgiveness."

My thought was that Dad was hopeless, but I was not angry with him. I hurt
too much.

They were both still looking intently at me. Then Mom said, "Sean,
especially after this, and without that scholarship, you need to take your
grandfather up on his offer."

"Honey," Dad protested, "not now."

"Well, we are going to have to do some fast work to get him admitted and
into housing in time for the fall semester." Mom answered.

"There's time. Let him recover a little. And he needs to know that Roger
has offered to help him with tuition for UT."

Mom absolutely glared at Dad. I was too tired for this. I closed my
eyes. They became quiet, and I dozed off.


Roger needed to return to Houston. When I woke that afternoon, he and
Daniel came in. They approached each side of the bed. Roger, on my left,
put his hand on my shoulder. He smiled, "Hurting much?"

I nodded.

Roger shook his head. "That boy is bad news and I should have seen this as
something that could happen. I am very, very sorry, Sean." He looked
seriously into my one good eye. "Sean, I am also sorry that Mary and I have
neglected you so much these last few months; we have been trying to adjust
to you and Daniel as...well, you know. It was easy to just get busy and
forget about all that. And now I am really sorry that we were so selfish
about our own feelings. It was cruel."

I tried smiling and realized my lip must have been split. "I have missed
you and Mary," I admitted. Roger gave my shoulder a squeeze. "We'll work on
that. But now, I'll leave you and Daniel alone to visit for a few minutes.

As he turned to leave, I called, "Dr. Reese?"

He turned back.

"My Dad told me about your offer to help with UT tuition. That was very
generous."

"I mean it, Sean," he said, stepping back up to the bed and looking down at
me.

"Thank you, sir. I certainly will think about it." I saw Daniel stiffen.

Roger gave my shoulder another squeeze and left.

Daniel came around to my left side. He took my hand, "I am sooo sorry,
Sean..."

I shushed him. "If you think for one minute that I could ever hold anything
against you, than you are an asshole."

He gave me a sad smile, "Then I'm an asshole, Sean. I'm not sure I could
forgive me if I were you."

"Oh, I forgive you. I may just want some personal therapy in my recovery."

He laughed.

"You going to take my Dad up on his offer for UT?

I looked away. There was a lump in my throat that I needed to deal with
before I could answer. When I was ready, I answered, still facing away. "I
don't know."

Daniel squeezed my hand. "I thought you said you would forgive me."

I sighed and a sob escaped. Swallowing hard, I thought of my knee and my
broken nose. I felt all busted up inside and very, very tired. And I
thought of myself ugly and limping all my life. I though of going to UT,
not because I earned it, but because Roger felt guilty. Before I could stop
myself, I snapped out the words, "Daniel, my dreams for UT included cross
country and things other than just our being together. I'm not sure how I
feel now. I'm not sure I want to sit in a dorm room with no life while
you're out sampling boys like chocolates"

Daniel let go of my hand.

I turned and glared at him through one watery eye. It just all came wheling
up at once. "I hate Jimmy. And I hate you for bringing him and for
everything that has happened and I hate you because I missed you so much
and needed you so badly and you were so busy without me in Houston. And it
hurt whenever you would forget to write or missed my call or forgot to call
me, and I tried to understand, and I tried to hope you were having fun and
making friends. Oh damn it, Daniel, I love you so much."

Daniel reeled. "So you hate me because you love me so much?" he asked,
quizzically. "And are going to hold all this against me after all?"

"No. I will not. I will choose not to," I said, determinedly. "I'm going to
love you no matter what you do."

"Gee, thanks."

Then I sighed. "I am really hurting all over, Daniel. And I'm all drugged
up. I don't know how I feel. "

"I think you just told me how you feel." Daniel stiffened up and said very
seriously, "You hate my guts, but you know you are going to choose to love
me no matter what kind of shit I am, huh? That's just really wonderful,
Sean. Well maybe I can love you, even when you're being an ass." He put his
fists on his hips. "How about that?." His eyes blazed down at me.

I looked at him and tried not to grin too widely because of the pain, but
could not help it. "You're beautiful when you're angry."

He fought it, but a grin broke across his face, then he bent to
me. Clutching my shoulders, he delicately kissed all over my face and very
lightly on my lips. "Oh, Sean. I could never, not love you," then he
whispered in my ear, "Beloved."

I put my hand up behind Daniel's head, pulling his cheek gently to
mine. "You realise," I said into his ear, "that I'm all drugged up and
can't feel much. You're going to have to do all that kissing again later,
when I can enjoy it. " Then I whispered, "Beloved."

He gave me a final, long kiss on my cheek, then straightened up. "So you
will room with me at UT?" He asked, grinning.

My smile faded. "Give me time, OK, Daniel. Let me think."

Unsmiling, he left the room without another word.


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