Axel Chamberlain-Smith

Perfect Son:
Daddy's Perfect Lover

Sunday morning dawned bright. It promised to be a perfect day, cool and dry and limpidly clear. The rising sun's rays cast a magical spell over the Mason estate. All was rich and green, sparklingly brilliant. The effect precisely mirrored the new lively spirit that inhabited the Mason home. It was a spirit that had been long absent from the Mason home. The arrival of the two very special guests who slept down the hall had changed all that. At 6:30 Will Mason opened his eyes. He was awake, He rolled over. The early morning sun filtering through the Venetian blinds cast diffuse ladders of light across the room. He stared at the patterns the filtered grey light cast across his bedroom. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had thought that he might sleep in a bit later than usual. But as soon as he was sure he was awake his brain shifted into 5th gear. The presence of his young lover in his home had had a salubrious and galvanizing effect upon him. That sweet lover, that beautiful boy, lay sleeping just next door. His thoughts turned to his guests and to that one very special guest who lay in his bed down the hall. He quickly ran through the events of the previous day and then of the day that lay ahead. He imagined him nestled under the covers, his sweet face, his warm body and slipping into bed beside him. He imagined loosening the tie on his pajama bottoms and slipping his hand under the waist band, placing his hand on Nick's sweet boy cock. His cock stirred. It was entirely involuntary. He ran his hand down and under the waistband of his boxer shorts. He groped further. He idly stroked his hard cock. Already a bead of precum oozed from the pee slit. It felt good. His cock had become once again a vital organ. He slowly jerked his pole. The friction from his dry hand was electrifyingly physical. He squeezed his cock. That too felt good. He imagined Nick's lovely eyes smiling at him while he played with it. Nick loved having Will play with his meat. He thought of the boy's luscious lips. "Enough. Time to get up." Lying in bed, thinking about Nick and sex was nice but solo sex held no interest. Self-sex was the last thing he wanted. He knew that he and his pretty young lover would be in each others' arms before the day was over. That thought stirred him to action. Jerking off was not the solution to his problem. Nick was the only solution to his desire. His need would remain ungratified until that time when he could wrap his arms around that delicious boy and make love with him again. He threw off the covers and fairly bounded out of bed.

Will walked over to the bay window and gazed out the diamond paned windows. It was a beautiful, radiant morning. He was entirely energized, and he was determined to take advantage of every minute of this beautiful day. There could be no more beautiful day for introducing more of Seattle to his guests. It was a day guaranteed to score big. All was still and quiet in the house and outside. He yawned and stretched his arms high over his head. Idly he stroked his chest. "Not so bad," he thought. "Not bad at all." His chest was tauter, firmer. He felt his pecs. So were his legs. The fullness of life coursed through him. He revisited the thought of Nicky asleep. His cock jumped again. He and it were alive, alive with desire and with need. His rod stiffened in his plaid Polo boxer shorts. It felt great. He replayed stealing into Nick's room, slipping into bed beside him, nuzzling him awake, sharing languid early morning caresses, wrapping his arms about his beautiful body and pulling him to him, kissing him tenderly, caressing his lips with his own. He thought of pressing his urgent white hot cock against his lover's taut boy belly, feeling him, pressing into him and thrusting against him. Will's cock stiffened to full erect attention, it stuck out straight and long in his shorts. He was proud of it, he had quite a nice cock. He liked being virile. He liked the feel of his hot man pole between his legs. As he walked towards the bathroom, he reached into his shorts and massaged his pole, he cupped his man balls in his hand. He was alive, finally. He had Nick and only Nick to thank for that. Life was friggin' wonderful and, he intended to take advantage of every minute of the gift that Nick had given him.

Will's thoughts about slipping into bed with his young boyfriend were provocative, delicious and out of the question. They were simply impossible. He could not steal into his boy lover's room. He could not act on his cock's urgent need. He knew that. But the delicious thought of the sleeping boy remained with him as he entered the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, and stared at himself in the mirror. "No bad good looking. Man, you're a stud," he thought. He splashed water onto his face. He smiled into the mirror. He stood over the john and forced his erection to subside. He let loose a man-sized stream of hot pee. He shook his cock. Rather than stuff his cock back into his shorts, he pushed his shorts down and kicked them off. He threw them into the hamper. He walked naked into the bedroom and stretched again. He ran one hand over his smooth chest. He ran his hand over his hairy armpit. "Maybe hair on my chest would have been sexy, he thought. This thought was not the first time that smooth men and thought they might do well with some man hair. The corollary was also true. How many hairy men had dreamed of being smooth? Will gave himself a mental shake. Hair or no, it was what it was. He was obviously pretty sexy just as he was. He would work on those things which lay within his power to change. Exactly to that point, he was going running.

Ever organized, he had laid out his running clothes on the chair the previous night. His jock strap lay folded on the top of the pile. He stepped into it and adjusted the wide athletic supporter's strap. He settled his cock and balls into the mesh pouch. Whatever his hair situation he filled his jock nicely. He slipped on a pair of navy blue nylon side slit running shorts and a clean Mariners sweat shirt. He gave himself the once over in the mirror. He liked his legs. They were one of his best assets. His calves were very well-shaped; his thighs were taut, not an ounce of fat lay on them. He looked at his torso in profile. "Work to be done, but not bad." He gave his abs a thump. He knew they could use some work. His waistline was fine, but fitness required tighter, more defined abs. He'd take care of that too. "Time to get it done." He laughed and shook his head. "You are one vain guy." He looked in the mirror and ran his hands though his hair. His bed head refused to be tamed. He looked at himself closely in the mirror again. His infatuation with little Nick had brought out a long dormant pride in himself. He could only call it vanity but, it felt good to be engaged and tuned into himself again. He liked being vain. A deadly sin it might be, but it engendered in him a self-awareness that supplied a spark that reignited the barely smoldering embers of of his life. Recognizing that he was a very good looking man was only part of this processHe turned and shot a sideways glance at his profile in the mirror. Yes, he was definitely a pretty good looking man. It was a simple fact. He shrugged, yes, he was a very handsome guy. He had to reconnect with that. It was a concept that had not entered his thought processes in years. As he thought about it he began to enjoy the idea that he was very good looking. Nick had reminded him that he was indeed desirable. It was a fact and not idle vanity. He gave his torso another thorough appraisal. He was trim and getting trimmer, tight and getting tighter. Any hint of a belly, insipient or otherwise was beginning to disappear. He wore his age more than well. His grey/white hair still slightly dappled with brown, his pale blue eyes, his handsomely chiseled face, the stubble of his beard, all gave him an air of more than handsome maturity. His stubble beard looked very good on him. That he could pull off a younger man's affectation was gratifying. The stubble on his face lent him a hip, rakish air. He rather liked it. He had to admit that he had the package. Life was good. He decided to brush his teeth. Morning breath would not do. One never knew who one might run into. He splashed more cold water on his face. He took one last look in the mirror. He gave himself another swift, critical appraisal. Perhaps his eyes could use a little work. A bit of refreshing might be in order. He made a mental note, "Investigate eye surgery." "Enough," he thought. Vanity was a fine thing up to a point but it was time to run.

Shoes and socks in hand he tiptoed down the hall, past Nick's door. He paused hoping to hear the boy stirring, seeking an excuse to open the door and steal into his lover's room. He heard nothing. All was quiet, he continued down the stairs, through the dining room and into the kitchen. He fired up the coffee maker. He left a note on the kitchen table. "7AM-Running-Back Soon." He was out the door at 7:10. He sat on the front steps and laced up his Nikes. It was indeed a perfectly beautiful day. The pellucid early morning light spread across the lawn. Sun light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the lawn. The contrast of the bright morning sun and the long, attenuated shadows of the trees dappled the lawn like an abstract quilt. The effect was otherworldly, magical and invigorating. The grass was greener, richer, the flowers brighter, the sky bluer than a Burmese sapphire. The early morning quiet only enhanced the mood. Will stood and after two minutes of long stretching he set off down the drive. He turned and ran along the bike path on Merit Avenue. He ran through the park and down beside the lake. As he ran he thought of his guests and of his happiness in having them in his home. He thought of Nick and the unbelievable wonder of the transformation that the boy had wrought in him. He thanked him once again. He thought of the complexity of the situation and of the unbelievable circumstances that had brought the boy and his father into his home. He thought of Nick, and of the sex they had had and the sex they would have. He wanted him, he wanted to have him, to possess him totally. They would have sex that afternoon. They both wanted it, passionately. He had set up the day and indeed the whole week to insure that he and the boy would have as much time alone as possible. That afternoon he had scheduled a meeting among Mitchell Perry the entire Boeing team. He and Nick would have their time alone; left to their own delicious devices, they would have time to reconnect, time to make love, to kiss, to reaffirm their attraction. They would make love. Even as he ran, his cock stirred in his shorts. His cock got caught in his jock strap. The friction of his cock and the odd angle at which it was caught was rather pleasant. He let his cock remain caught. The friction of his full man head against the mesh pouch he found stimulating. It felt good. His cock was indeed alive, desirous of more stimulation and sex. He liked the soft thump it made against his belly as he ran. He could see it through his think shorts. He thought that pretty sexy. The friction in his shorts confirmed to him that he was potent and sexual and a real man. He thought of Nick naked. He thought of kissing him, open-mouthed and passionately. He was indeed alive again and he ran with ever more energy for 3 miles [5 km], at speed. He was drenched but happy. He ended his run at the Club. He had outrun his schedule. He was hot and sweaty but he felt great. He walked the mile home as a cool down.

At 8:15, morning paper under his arm, he walked triumphantly up the drive. Sweat had soaked through his sweat shirt, staining its chest and underarms. His forehead still glistened with perspiration. His hair was damp, and in disarray as if he had just stepped out of the shower. He wiped his brow with his sleeve. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it obey. He had run farther and faster than he had since taking up running a month ago. He was pleased with himself; in fact he could not help but feel triumphant. Running had already paid big benefits. He felt better, his stamina and energy had exploded and he knew he looked better. He had that proverbial bounce in his step. He looked forward to the day and the next days and what they would bring. Having the Perry's, father and son, in his home had changed the entire atmosphere at 22 Mercer Avenue. While it was certainly about that very special, very beautiful, very sweet child, and his special allure, it was also had everything to do with the pleasure of having guests in his home. He had one guest in particular, who by his presence, brightened his life as the early morning light had. Adorable Nick brought an electrifying frisson to his life. They had only arrived on Friday night but already there presence had wrought a remarkable change in the once somnolent home. The atmosphere was livelier, more interesting and wired up. The dust had been swept out of the house and out of Will's life.

Will quietly opened the front door. In the entry hall he was enveloped by the new warmth of his home. There was a certain feeling, a certain lightness of being. His sense that pleasant, unexpected things were afoot gave him his home an entirely new aspect. It was the same house, but having guests made all the difference. It was a happier place and he was very much a happier man. As he walked across the dining room he heard conversation coming from the kitchen. To his pleasant surprise he found both Mitchell and Nick there. They had made themselves right at home, just as he had hoped they would. Mitch stood at the open refrigerator door. The beginnings of breakfast, eggs, bacon, bread were lined up on the counter. Nick was busily and industriously setting the table. Nothing could have pleased Will more. The room smelled of freshly brewed coffee, and obviously breakfast was in the works. All was right with the world.

Mitch turned from the open refrigerator door to greet his host. "Good morning. We hope you don't mind but, we took the liberty. We're fixing breakfast. We aren't totally useless."

"Not in the least! I can't tell you how nice it is to have you here. My home is your home." Nick held 3 plates to his chest. "Come here, guy." The boy blushed and looked down. Nick put the plates carefully onto the table. He took six steps towards Will. Will knelt and hugged him. The boy's broke into a broad smile. He returned the hug. He put his arms around Will's neck and held him as close as the man held him. Sweat and all, they embraced. He thrust himself deep between Will's legs. He put his hands on Will's lean thighs. He inhaled Will's man scent. He wanted Will as much as he knew Will wanted him. The boy wanted to touch the man's face, to caress it, to run his small fingers through his hair. Instead, he discretely kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I missed you." As spontaneous as their greeting appeared, between them it was electric and loaded. In Will Nick's fantasies and dreams and wonder about men and his father's friends found reality. Nick kissed him again on the cheek as they drew apart.

"You guys are ambitious." Nick beamed. "Since you are in charge," he tousled the boy's lovely halo of hair, "how about a cup of coffee for me and then I'll just sit right here and let you get breakfast on. What a life!"

"Your coffee, is milk, no sugar? Nick would you take this milk to Will?" He handed his son the milk carton. Nick's smile said everything. He was delighted to "deliver" the milk. Will took the carton and gave Nick's hand a soft, very subtle caress. "Breakfast will be scrambled eggs, a sort of an omelet if I can pull it off, but if it turns out to be scrambled eggs, don't hold it against me."

"I'm happy with anything. I'm only a guest. You two do what you like. The refrigerator is yours. The kitchen is yours. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. But this guy," Mitchell nodded towards his son who was busy arranging the table, "got me up with the not so subtle hint that we make breakfast. I'm telling you, mornings are not my own, even here."

"Daddy, I thought you'd be up. I went down to your room, Will, and peaked in but you were already up so I went to check on Daddy. We have so much to do. I don't want to miss anything. So we decided to make breakfast."

Mitch interjected, "'We' is once again 'he.'" He pointed directly to his son. "I can't complain. I'm up, I'm functioning, I'm happy. I'm not into missing anything either, not one thing. Breakfast will be right along." He handed Nick the silverware. "Napkins are in this drawer. We need juice glasses too." He pointed to a drawer in the buffet and opened an upper cabinet door. He took out three glasses. "Here they are. And let's not forget butter and jam, salt, pepper."

Soon the heavenly aroma of bacon frying filled the kitchen. Mitchell with his usual efficiency produced wonderful fluffy scrambled eggs, the omelet proved too ambitious. There was very crisp bacon, sliced tomatoes and whole wheat toast. Cut up bananas and strawberries rounded out the meal. Nick engineered things so that he could sit next to Will. They toasted the chef and dug in. The discussion turned to the schedule for the day. On the schedule Sunday morning was "at leisure." Will explained. "Let's see here. Mitch, you have a meeting at the office. I will be there to officially introduce you to the troops. The meeting begins at 1:30. Right?" Mitchell nodded. "So that means this morning is free. I've got my run out of the way so I'm loose. But I have one suggestion." He elaborated. He suggested that there could be no more perfect day for a trip to the top of the Space Needle. "It's at the top of everybody's list." Nick nodded vigorously. "As your tour guide I suggest that we not put it off another day. The weather is perfect but we may not get this opportunity again. Nick nodded again in agreement. Will proposed that since Mitch had a meeting at the office later, there were two options. They could take two cars to the Space Needle, and then they could go to the office from there. Or they could all go in Will's car and then he and Nick could drop Mitch off at the office before they went off to other adventures. Someone on the team could drive Mitch home after dinner. Or, there was even a third option. Will and Nick could pick Mitch up after his dinner. Mitch opted to take Will's BMW coupe, meet them at the Needle and make his own way home. Nick turned this over in his mind. That worked perfectly. It left the boy and the man once again on their own, alone together, exactly what they both most wanted.

Will looked at both his guests. They silently nodded; the plan was set. "Fine, if that suits you, it suits me. I keep saying 'I'm easy.' I am. We'll see you later after dinner. I will make sure they don't keep you too late. I think we could all use a quiet evening at home. Nick and I will look after ourselves." He winked conspiratorially at Nick who reveled in the thought that he and Will were co-conspirators, bound together for the afternoon and evening. Will was elated. He and Nick were to spend the afternoon alone together. The conspirators could not have been more pleased with themselves. Then he had a rethink. "You'll have spent all afternoon at the office. That should be enough for the day. Why not we all meet up here say 7o'clock and rustle up dinner here. I'll talk to Jose and have him set things up so that we don't have to think too much about it. That works better. We'll all be home together, casual dinner and then early to bed for all of us. How's that." Mitchell was especially pleased with this re-think of the plans. A casual evening would do quite nicely. "I'll let the guys know that dinner is off. Done."

"After the Space Needle, what are we going to do while Daddy is at the office?" They had the whole afternoon ahead of them. He hoped that Will had a plan for that too.

"Well, let's see, I've been thinking about that. Here's what I'm thinking. We, you and me, have options. We could play golf, or" he paused for dramatic effect, "we could drive up the Sound and go visit my cabin in the woods. It's on an island actually and you have to take a boat to get there. I haven't been there in awhile but it's always ready for visitors. If that suits you, I'd like to show it to you. I'm sure you'll like it."

Nick was almost speechless. "You have an island?! You have a cabin?! A real log cabin?!" Nick could not believe his ears. This was unexpected. Will had not mentioned any cabin and certainly not an island. Will nodded nonchalantly. He could not help but smile. He enjoyed the surprise revelation and Nick's reaction to it. "Wow. You didn't tell me that," the boy exclaimed.

Will's smile turned to a delighted grin. "Well I can't remember to tell you just everything. There have to be a few surprises. But don't get your hopes up. It's just a cabin."

"I bet. A real log cabin, like the kind Lewis and Clark lived in that winter when they were stuck!" He was a little confused about the actual story of the famous 1803 expedition but, he and his father had read that the explorers had built cabins at the mouth of the Columbia River. They hunkered down there for the winter. The boy added, "And besides, all the pioneers lived in log cabins." His imagination churned. He looked at his father, wide-eyed with amazement.

"Not exactly Lewis and Clark. You'll just have to see." Will winked at Mitch. "After the Space Needle, we'll stop by the office for a few minutes and, then we can drive up to the cabin. It's not far, it just seems far. How's that work? Don't get your hopes up though. It's not very cowboys and Indians. But it is on an island and we have to take a boat to get to it. That's a promise. I'll call ahead to let Beale know we are coming."

Nick's eyes sparkled. "A cabin, this is very cool. Daddy, you would like that. You have to come too." But then a more sober thought entered his head. He suddenly grew somber. He was having all the fun and his father had to work. Such an excellent adventure was not going to be so excellent if his father were left out. "Daddy, do you really have to work? It's Sunday. You're going to have to work and we'll be on an island with a log cabin on it. That isn't very fair." The joyful prospect of visiting Will's cabin and spending quality time alone with his lover had suddenly become something else. It was very distressing to the boy that his father would not be able to join them for so wonderful an event as seeing a real log cabin. It seemed unfair that he could not be part of such a very, very excellent adventure. Nick's natural empathy and his love for his father, his desire to have his father join them cast a pall over the table. His love for his father expressed itself in his unhappiness. That his father had to work on what was, after all, a Sunday was difficult enough. That he was going to miss the cabin was even more upsetting to the child. When such an adventure was in the offing it was simply not fair that his father could not be a part of it. This saddened the little boy and brought the convivial morning to a grinding halt.

Sensing little Nick's unhappiness and feeling the young boy's genuine upset, Will jumped in with an ad hoc solution to the little boy's dilemma. As an attorney he was used to thinking on his feet. He looked at Mitch and winked. His wink told Mitch to "Watch this."

"I've been thinking about that. How about we go and scout things out, and then on Friday after work we all go back up to the cabin and go fishing and explore and we spend Friday and Saturday night. You'll be able to show your father everything yourself. You'll scout things out today with me and be able to show your father everything. You'll be an expert. How's that?"

The boy brightened. He studied his plate and considered the proposal. Will and Mitch exchanged glances. They waited patiently for Nick's response. "You promise that we can go back and take Daddy?" He looked up shyly through his thick eyelashes, seeking confirmation from Will.

"Absolutely, yes. We can get everything ready and I promise we will go up on Friday afternoon and, we'll leave early from the office. I can arrange that, being the boss. We could go in plenty of time to catch our dinner. And if we don't, there is back up." The plan was becoming more alluring to the boy. The two men could both see Nick's mind carefully weighing this new plan. There was silence. Will gave the boy a nudge. "How's that work?"

Nick raised his eyes and looked at his father. Will's plan did indeed solve his dilemma and it salved his conscious. "Daddy, is that okay? I don't think I want to go if you can't come too. It isn't fair. But if we all go later, that's different."

"I think Will just came up with a great solution. You two go today and have a wonderful time. You go, as Will says, and scout things out and come back with a full report, just like scouts for Lewis and Clark. I'll be Lewis AND Clark and I'll be waiting for your report. So you have to see everything." They all laughed. The tension was broken. Nick looked to Will for confirmation. Now it was Will's turn to nod. Mitch continued. "See, Nick, I won't be left out at all." He grew serious. As much as he was deeply appreciative of his sweet son's concern for him, he did not want that concern to cast a pall over their stay in Seattle. There were to be more adventures that did not include him. He did not want to repeat this episode. "I really appreciate your looking out for me but, you know, even though it is your vacation, it is not Daddy's vacation. I have very important work at the office. And you know, Daddy likes his work a lot." He smiled. "Right?"

Nicky looked gravely at his father. He was processing what his father had said. He understood and nodded his head. "Yes, Daddy. But I don't think it will be as much fun without you."

"Will's solution is a very good one. On Friday I will be wrapping up at work and I'll be able to really relax and have a good time. But, even if it isn't my vacation, it is yours. I won't be very happy if I think you aren't having fun. Will has all these things planned and he would be disappointed if you were unhappy. Now, come ever here. We have to talk." Mitch tapped his thigh. Nick got up slowly and inched his way around to his father's side of the table. His smile said he knew what was going to happen next. "Come here, right now." Mitch's voice was very stern. They had played this game before. They both knew exactly how it worked. As the boy came within arm's length, Mitch scooped him up and sat him on his lap. He buried his face in his neck and blew. Nick let out a laugh of utter delight. He tried to squirm away. His father's morning stubble tickled. "Daddy, your beard! It's rough!" His father would have none of it. He rubbed lightly against his son's lovely neck and blew into his ear. Mitch held his son in his manly grip, his arms firmly encircling his tiny waist. The gloomy mood of just a minute ago had vanished. Nick was in daddy-son heaven. He leaned back against his father's chest. It was firm and taut against his back. All three of the men were convulsed with laughter. "I'm not going to stop, until you promise Daddy that you're going to have a good time." He buried his face in his son's neck and blew on it again. He blew harder. The little boy's laugh filled the kitchen. He half heartedly tried to free himself. He tried to stand between his father's legs. He tried to pry his father's hands apart. Anything to escape! He put his hands on his father's strong arms and tried again to pry his hands apart. But he loved the closeness of his adored father and, he loved the game they played. He loved the feel of him, his physicality, the feel of the light brown hair on his forearms, he loved the feel of his tightly muscled arms. Mitch would have none of his son's half-hearted attempts to escape his grasp. All three men laughed. The merriment of the scene dispelled the gloom that enveloped the table just a minute ago. Will put his hands up to signal his neutrality. He was not going to get into it. Mitch demanded again, between happy blows on his son's neck. "I can keep this up all day." Nick, to his utter delight, was completely enveloped in his father's masculine embrace. "You promise? I'm not going to stop until you say 'Yes.'"

Nick was having too much fun. He tried his best not to capitulate. He wriggled free but just as he was about to escape Mitch's strong thighs grasped him in a vise-like grip. He tried half-heartedly to pry himself free. He put his hands between his father's lean, muscular thighs. But he was no match for his father who continued to hold him between his legs. The child could not have been happier. He loved his father completely and totally. Mitch decided to play his ace. He put up his hands and wiggled his fingers. He found that most vulnerable spot, right under Nick's arms. Nick screamed with utter boyish delight. As his father's hands went to work he was convulsed with laughter. He tried half-heartedly to squirm away. Finally he gasped, "Yes, yes, I promise Daddy. I promise!"

"Promise what? You promise to have a wonderful time on your vacation?" He drew his son to him and blew on his neck again. He kissed him and nibbled right at the base of his neck as if he were going to have him for a snack.

"Yes! I promise. I promise, Daddy." All three were convulsed with laughter.

"I'm holding you to it, and your friend, Will, is a witness."

"I promise Daddy. Please stop!" Nick turned around to face his father. He loved him deeply and totally. His eyes were ablaze. "I love you, Daddy and I promise Will and I will have a good time"

Mitchell relaxed. "See, was that so hard? That's all I was asking for, a little cooperation. All I wanted was a simple 'Yes.' Now that we have that settled, Sporty, let's get breakfast cleaned up. And then maybe, if you're nice, Will may take you for a swim. I know you are rarin' to show off in the pool and, I'm thinking the best thing I can do for myself is work out." Nick kissed his father. He squiggled out his arms. He was a very happy little boy, surrounded by the two most important men in his life, one his handsome father, and the other his brand new very handsome friend and lover. He looked solemnly at Will. "I promise to have a good time. Do you want to go swimming?" He could not have been more transparent and it was charming. Nick was charming.

Will laughed and nodded. "And I heard you say it. I'm the witness. And I'd love to go swimming."

In a few sentences and in one intimate act between father and son, Mitchell had turned things around. Will could not help but be impressed. Mitch spoke. "I want you and Will to have a great time this afternoon. You'll tell me all about it. Remember, you're the scout, just like Lewis and Clark." Lewis and Clark seemed to be the hook on which the whole enterprise hung. "Remember how they sent out scouting parties? You and Will are the scouting party. You can tell me all about it. Is that a deal?"

"Yes, Daddy, but I don't want you to be lonely. We're having all the fun."

"I won't be lonely at all. But I will be very unhappy if I think you're sad. Come here. You know you are very lucky to have a friend like Will." Nick certainly knew that. He sensibly loitered just beyond his father's grasp. "Come here, you."

"Oh, no, not again."

"I promise, I just want to talk." Mitchell's eyes were laughing.

The boy coyly, cautiously approached his father's chair. Mitch reached out and grabbed his son. "Gotcha!" He drew his son to him. Nick stood between his legs. Mitch caressed his cheek. "Daddy appreciates your thinking about him. But you know I like what I do, so I am going to be having a good time. I won't be left out. I want you to have fun and see everything while we are in Seattle. Don't worry about me." Mitch kissed his son. "You understand what Daddy is saying? Nick nodded. "Good. So let's have some fun! You're going swimming, I'm going to the gym and then we're all going to the Space Needle. What could be better?"

"Nothing!"

"Right!"

"I promise I'll tell you everything." The logic of his father's argument was very clear to the boy and it was completely understandable to him that he would want, expect, Nicky to enjoy his vacation. He thought for a moment. "Daddy, maybe this summer we can have a vacation together and you can relax and have fun. I want to take you on a vacation. I think you work so hard."

"That's a deal. This summer, we'll have a vacation, the two of us. But for now, this is your vacation. Will hopes you will have a good time. He was counting on it." He whispered into his son's ear. "You know it will make your friend unhappy if he thinks you are sad." Nicky brightened considerably. He did not want to make both his father and Will or anyone, for that matter, unhappy. "So it's settled? We have a deal?" Nick nodded solemnly. He gave his father a high five. After another confirming kiss, he returned to his seat and dove into his fruit. His short confab with his father had had the desired effect. And the prospect of the island and the cabin were too enticing for little Nick to resist. His mood brightened considerably as he silently contemplated the adventures that lay ahead.

With this new understanding the three men finished their breakfast. The exchange between father and son had been a revelation to Will. As always carefully observant, he marveled at the dynamic that existed between them. He had realized a new, more subtle, understanding of Nick. That Nick was such a caring child only made him think all the more of him. His concern for his father was both genuine and endearing. And having been a part of so intimate an exchange between father and son, he was deeply appreciative of Mitch's parenting skills. He admired his simple use of a logical argument that the boy could understand. He was deed met deeply impressed. He appreciated his quite evident virtue had only grown. He liked the delightful boy all the more. It was quite apparent that his charms were indeed genuine and without artifice. They were real.

As they finished their fruit, Mitch surveyed the table. "I'd offer more, but there isn't any." He paused, happy that his breakfast had been an obvious success. "I gather that you two jocks want to go swim?" Will and Nick looked at each other. They nodded in unison. Nick was particularly happy. He loved being thought of as a "jock."

They lingered at the table for several more minutes. Will stood and began to clear the plates. Mitch protested. Will was quick with his rebuttal. "No, this is the deal. The cook does not do KP. You two sit and I'll have this done in a nanosecond." In short order most of the breakfast plates were in the dishwasher and the kitchen had been put in good order.

"I'm going to go get my suit on. Buddy, I'll meet you down stairs in how about 10 minutes? Oh, yeah, the keys to the BMW. They're in the kitchen on the panel in the laundry. The garage code is 8-18-8-18, my birthday times two. The car just been sitting in the garage but, I did take it out on the road on Thursday. It has a full tank of gas. It's yours for the week." That small bit of business having been dealt with, he turned his attention to his young friend. "It's just you and me, right?" Nick nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be ready in a minute. All I have to do is put on a suit. Let's meet downstairs," he indicated the entry hall. "It's a bit cool outside. There are plenty of towels down by the pool. The pool is heated but, the air is a bit cool. A sweater or sweat shirt would be a good thing."

"I'll be ready so fast. Meet you here." The boy bolted for the door to the dining room. He shot up the steps and disappeared down the hall to his bedroom."

"What can I tell you?" Mitch shrugged his shoulders in mock mystification. "You know, he thinks you're god."

"I'm flattered, I really am." Will fairly blushed. "You two have certainly gotten me going. A perfectly straight forward round of golf, and then you invited me for a drink, some game changer. Amazing. I can't tell you…" he left the sentence unfinished. They both smiled, remembering that day. He shifted gears to the practical and less personal. "I'll call the Club to make sure that they know you're coming. Ask for Russell. He'll show you around and get you set up at my locker. Take your time, I mean that." He did mean that. "And one other thing. That dinner tonight. I'm calling it off. I wasn't thinking straight when I set that up. You'll have had enough Boeing and business by the time 6 o'clock rolls around. I'll talk with Hector. Let's have dinner here, the three of us. I think we could all use a quiet evening at home.

The idea of thinking of his huge old house as a home pleased Will. Dinner at home hhad a nice ring to it. At the top of the stairs Will extended his hand warmly to his guest. He could not help but remark to himself yet again, how handsome Mitchell was. Unshaven, unshowered, in sweats, he was a very fine looking man. "In another time and place," he thought. "If my roommate at Yale had looked like that……." He regained his equilibrium and recovered. Still it was a very pleasant thought. "I'm very happy you're here. But you know that." His hand lingered in the other man's hand. "I mean every word. This is more than just a working relationship. I want to put all that boss/employee stuff on the side. I am really grateful for your friendship. It did not have to work out like this. Believe me we have always had our eye on you. But I have to thank you and Nick also for being so nice and allowing me into your family." Mitch knew his mentor and friend meant every word of what he said. The man's sincerity was obvious. His actions over the last month more than demonstrated the sincerity of what he said. He was deeply gratified by Will's words. It was mutual and in fact he was the one who had every reason to be grateful. Nothing more needed to be said.

In ten minutes Will came down the stairs to find Nick waiting as patiently as he could in the Entry Hall. He was dressed in adorable Navy blue sweats. Bight green bands wrapped the arms of the sweat shirt. The Dolphin Swim logo emblazoned both the shirt and pants. He wore little white Nike gym shoes. He was, as always, simply adorable. Goggles in hand he was ready to go. His excitement was palatable. Will was ready. Will was ready. He had jumped into the shower, brushed his teeth and even combed his hair. He felt fairly presentable. He wore a long sleeved blue and white striped rugby shirt and grey sweat pants. He sported black Nike running shoes. "You ready?" Nick nodded vigorously. "Let's hit it. You're not going to show me up, are you? I'm worried!"

"No, and besides I know you've been really training hard. I think you're really good now. You looked good yesterday." The boy had Will all to himself. He did what seemed natural and what he felt. He reached up and drew Will down to his level. Will needed no encouragement. They embraced, right there in the hall. Nicky kissed him chastely, tenderly, on the cheek. Will inhaled the boy's lovely fresh scent. The little boy was simply, purely beautiful. He wanted him, his cock seconded his desire.

"OK, guy, let's go swim some laps."

As they walked down the path to the pool, Nick took Will's hand. It disappeared into the man's larger hand. They walked along in happy contentment, happy to be together, happy to be alone and happy to think of what the day held in store. As they neared the pool Nick spoke. "You know Will, I really like you. I just have to say that. I like you even more."

"I know that, and you know what I think of you. I think I've made that pretty clear." The boy nodded emphatically. He knew. "I like you so much too. I think of you a lot."

They walked along the path in contented silence. It was as if the day had been made for them alone, made only for their pleasure. All was quiet, serene. As they neared the pool the quiet was palatable; they could feel it. A beautiful silvery mist hovered over the pool. The mist rose in vague eddies, it rose and dissipated, refracting the light and casting an effervescent glow over the water. The pool was enchanted. The pool appeared a phantasmagorical mirage. Will held the gate open for Nick. They walked across the flagstone deck. A bird flew past and settled onto the fence. "Let's drop our things inside." They entered the pool house through the side door. "Let's open things up!" He strode over to the window wall facing the pool, turned the handle and with one motion pushed aside the floor-to-ceiling doors. The whole pool house lay open to the deck and the pool beyond. "Man, its chilly in here. How about a fire?" Nick, who had been looking around in awed wonder, nodded. Will went over to the huge stone fireplace on the far wall. He struck a match against the stone and set it to the kindling on the carefully laid fire. After several flickers the flames caught and the fire leaped to life.

Nick stood beside him. He took the older man's hand. He tugged it. Will looked down at the golden boy who stood beside him. Once again he remarked silently on the boy's beauty. He melted. Spontaneously he knelt down in front of the fireplace, in front of the new fire and, enfolded Nick in his arms. It was what they both wanted. Nick pressed tight against Will's chest. Will's manly arms enveloped him. He drew him in and pressed him close. "Kiss me, Will. Please kiss me." Will's newly awakened needs begged for that very closeness. He needed no further encouragement. His needs were more physical than his sweet's lover's. They were urgent. He wanted to make love, to smother Nick in kisses, to touch his beautiful body, to feel his closeness. He wanted to cum with his sweet boy lover. He offered his mouth to the boy. They were both well-versed in the art of kissing. Their lips met, they kissed, sweetly, softly and then more urgently. Nick's mouth opened, giving way to his lover's lips, his tongue. He felt Will's tongue probe gently over his lips and into his mouth. He tasted his warm, sweet tongue, and smelled his sweet breath. They now knew each other and eagerly sought what they wanted. During the brief time they had known each other, they had come to know what made each happy. Their love making had grown more confident, more giving and open and more confident in what each felt for the other. Will knew that kissing was little Nick's primary form of sexual expression and for him it was the most delicious foreplay. They were very good at it, each deriving immense pleasure from open mouthed, deep and satisfying kissing. Nick put his arms around Will's neck. He pressed his lips to his lover's mouth and kissed him long, deep and fully. Will moaned. He did not shy away. He returned the boy's fervor with his own desire. He met the boy's kisses fully and openly, wanting more, wanting all of him, the touch of his sweet body, his lips sealed against his own. Nick hungrily kissed his lover, on the lips, open mouthed. He tenderly kissed him on his forehead, then all over his face, and then on his lips again. He inhaled is scent. Will groaned. He was simply defenseless against Nick's desire and his desire for him. He had surrendered on that fateful night in the shower. Now he surrendered again in the pool house. Nick's attentions, his knowing love making told the man that he was an object of desire. The knowledge of his attractiveness coming from one who he so urgently desired, thrilled him. His surrender to the allure of his lover was complete and total.

Nick, ever confident and knowing what he wanted, expertly took charge. He did not pretend shyness. He reached between Will's legs. That prize was his, his to take. He did not need nor did he seek permission. He would touch Will as intimately as he chose, wherever he chose. He would not be denied any part of this man. Nick did not feign shyness, nor did he express any artificial coyness. Even though he would not have understood the phrase, he was not a game player. He was unapologetic and forthright in wanting to have sex with Will. They both knew the terms and the boy knew he defined those terms.

Nick was simply fascinated by the manliness of men and of this man in particular. Will's cock was a source of real fascination to him. It represented the embodiment of mature masculinity. Will's hard erect cock literally stood as a totem for all men. He also knew that Will's hard dick reflected his own seductive power. That he could make Will hard, that he could with no effort arouse him, was immensely satisfying to the little boy. Insistently and with purpose he grasped Will's pole. He wrapped his small hand around the bulge in his lover's crotch and with practiced finesse massaged it. He teased Will's man cock with his adroit fingers. The friction of the boy's massage against the jersey of his sweat pants drove Will nearly to the brink. The boy could make him shoot just like that. To Nick's complete gratification he felt Will's cock stiffen further. It could not be contained. It grew even harder. Nick continued to apply measured pressure to Will's phallus. Nick knew that his ministrations would produce that ultimate sign of masculine power, and that sign of his own power, a thick stream of white cum. He wanted that white man-cream; he wanted to see it erupt from Will's smooth, beautiful cock head. He would have it. He gave himself complete freedom to possess those parts of his lover that made him so alluring and interesting. He wanted Will's potent manhood and he would have it. Will had indeed surrendered, he had no defenses. They had fallen and he to craved orgasm. He wanted to climax, to shoot a hot load however Nick wanted it. He was addicted, body and soul, and any remaining defenses had disintegrated. Will's cock raged. His cock was hot with desire and need. His loose sweat pants could not contain his stiff cock. Insistently Nick drew down the waist band of Will's sweats. He cupped the waist band under his balls. Nick eagerly placed his small hands around Will's cock, drawing it away from his belly, caressing it, teasing it and toying with it. He was gratified to feel that Will was very hard. He slowly rubbed the man's rigid cock. He pumped it. The boy felt its sexual power, silently reveling in the fact that he could make such change occur with a few caresses and by his presence alone.

Men presented the most fascinating puzzle. The precocious little boy had begun to put the pieces of that puzzle together. He was just beginning to understand men and their most urgent needs. His experience with Coach had been the signal event in his on-going education. Coach had given him a command of the mechanics of man-boy love making. He brought a sophisticated, self-assured knowledge to his lovemaking with Will. Coach had taught him well. He had the skills and he was completely comfortable using them in is lovemaking with men. He brought a precocity and comfort to his relationship with Will that he took for granted. With this fine man he was fully aware of what he wanted and how he would get it. Nick wanted to make love. He was not to be denied. He was hungry for the closeness of this man, he wanted him; Will's beautiful manly and mature presence represented what he found so alluring in men. That feeling engulfed him. He would have his proof that Will desired him, that he indeed been captured. The boy wanted his lover's hot cum. He would have it. Will had long ago surrendered to the pleasure of his young lover. He felt not one whit of guilt, he felt only the intoxicating presence of this most beautiful of boys, a boy who made it more than abundantly clear that he wanted him. Nick stopped his increasingly aggressive massage. He drew back slightly and looked deeply into Will's eyes. He put both his lovely small hands on either side of Will's face.

"Will," he whispered. The man returned his gaze, frankly, openly. "Will, I think you are the most beautiful man I know." He stroked his hair, he loved his silver hair, he stroked his cheek, his face. "I love being with you and touching you like this."

Will understood. More than that, such an open declaration from the object of his passion, this ethereal, lovely, boy brought him to the edge of orgasm. He embraced Nick; he enveloped him in his arms. He wanted to hold him to bring him as close to his heart as he could. This was outrageous. It was a love that indeed could not even whisper its name. He murmured into the child's ear. "I feel the same, you know that." He kissed him tenderly on that lovely ear. "Just being with you, makes me so happy, and makes me want more and you know, you make me want to do what men do."

Nick reached between Will's legs. He felt for that ultimate prize again. Will's cock raged. It could not be stiffer or more urgent in its need. Will placed his hand over Nick's. The boy reluctantly freed his hand from his lover's hot throbbing cock. He wanted him, then and there. Will took the boy's hands and drew them to his lips. He kissed them, again and again. He looked at them, and kissed them. "I want you very much. But we have to be very careful. I don't want anything to happen that could ruin things. We just have wait. We have to wait. At the cabin. It'll be quieter there. You do understand?"

Little Nick nodded gravely. He was all too well aware of the risks they took. They had to be careful, he knew that. "Then let's go swimming like we said," the boy offered in reply. Now it was for Will to nod in agreement at the simplicity of the offer. "But," he paused, "I can't wait 'til later. I want to kiss you and I want you to cum." In the light of the glowing fire in the quiet of the pool house they looked at each other. The light of the flames danced across the boy's beautiful face. If anything in that light he was more beautiful than ever. Nick saw the light dance across his lover's pale blue eyes. They were happy. They kissed again. Will reluctantly stood up.

"Into the water, dude. I wanna see what you got." Their reverie had ended to be resumed as promised. Now it was time to swim.

They stripped down right there. After such intimacy, the ultimate reaffirmation of their attraction and desire for each other, they were in a playful, even giddy mood. Their quiet interlude, their intimacy had reaffirmed what they meant to each other. Nicky thought Will a god, the handsomest and sexiest of men. And for Will's part his stiff erection announced his desire. They stood together and stripped down to their swim suits. To Nick's happy pleasure Will wore a plain black Speedo. Will had gained confidence in himself and in his lover's admiration for him. He knew it pleased Nick to have him wear a real swimmer's swim suit. His new found enthusiasm for exercise had already begun to pay dividends. He was beginning to feel entirely comfortable in his body and in the sexiness he felt in flaunting it. He did not care what other people might think. Nick liked him in a Speedo and Speedo he would happily wear. Nick looked at him with admiration. "Gosh, Will, you really look great. You've been working hard! Will silently basked in Nick's approbation. He was the cause of it all. It was for him that he had begun to think of himself as sexual and as a man worth having. He was delighted that Nick liked what he saw and he was grateful. He was equally delighted that Nick was the cause for his new zest. "Well, you know, I don't want to embarrass you."

"You never could, ever. You're so handsome. I like so, so much being with you and touching you and kissing you." He had expressed his feelings as he felt them, honestly and sincerely. He lowered his eyes modestly. He encircled Will's waist with his arms. He held him tight. He put his head against his chest. He could hear the older man's heart beating. He pressed against Will's groin. He felt his still semi-erect cock. He loved the feel of him, he was so like his father, so tall and fit and handsome, only older. This pleased him also. He could not help the comparison to his father, his ideal of all things wondrous in men. This man compared favorably in every way but with one great exception. With Will the boy knew no taboos, no proscriptions that prevented him from expressing his desire and admiration in a physical and sexual way. He felt free to express himself fully and in a manner that even for such a young boy was passionate and sexual. His understanding of the wonder of mature sexuality made him want to experience that shared desire all the more. He kissed Will's belly, he inhaled his man scent. As he pressed against Will, he felt his black, Speedo against his belly. The thin fabric left nothing to the imagination. The tight bulge of Will's crotch pressed against his lower chest. He felt Will's cock begin to lengthen. Will's growing cock begged for attention. At that moment nothing could have made him happier. He pressed harder against his lover, he wanted to meld into him, to have his body, to have him all, all of his virile manhood.

Will gently broke their embrace. He reached down into his bathing suit and adjusted his now erect, hot man meat. His cock had gotten caught sideways in his swimsuit. Nick delicately placed one small hand over Will's. He wanted to be inside that bathing suit too. Just as Will reached into his suit to bring his unruly cock under control, the boy also began to insinuate his talented fingers into the pouch of the suit, His hand rested on the man's flat lower belly. He felt Will's hot pubic bush. Man hair had always fascinated him. He found Will's thick, slightly curly pubic hair highly erotic, as sexy as any other of his body parts. Nicky wrapped his little hand around Will's erect pole.

"Oh, no, Nick. I need to cool off." Will shied away. He laughed softly, pleased with his potency, pleased that his cock wanted more, pleased that Nicky wanted more. The boy had that marvelous effect; he supplied an instantaneous sexual jolt, a need that he was gratified to feel. Nick's electric presence went straight to his cock. His cock could not deny his desire. One load only begged for another. The resulting excitement was instantaneous and quite evident. He was a stud. Sex was good and he was very good at it. His cock, caught in the pouch of his swim suit, demanded release. It had hardened sideways and crooked in his swim suit. He enjoyed the slight discomfort. Straightening out his cock, feeling its 8" length, he felt his own potency. Yeah, he was a stud and he had the meat that was his admission ticket to studdom. He enjoyed Nicky's insistent probing. He was hot and he could perform with no prompting. He enjoyed the unselfconscious freedom he felt, he made no effort to deny his enjoyment in his own sexual potency.

"I need to cool down. And so do you! We gotta go swimming. Nick, stop." Reluctantly he removed the boy's lovely hands from his crotch. He raised them to his lips and kissed the boy's open palms. He leaned down and kissed Nick on the lips. "You make me very happy. Before we get lost, let's go swimming." Nicky nodded. He stroked Will's cheek. "We have to be careful. Wait while I get towels." He kissed his boy lover again, openly, fervently and then he kissed him tenderly his golden locks. He broke their intimate embrace. "Towels, I gotta get some towels," he exclaimed in mock confusion. The boy had that effect on him. "Back in a second." Will disappeared into a small room off the bathroom. He returned with a stack of white terry towels. He bent down and kissed Nick again. "Let's go!" They took each other by the hand and raced through the open doors of the pool house, Will dropped the towels on a chaise and they continued headlong across the cold, grey slate deck and into the pool, all shrieks and high spirits. One huge splash erupted from the pool. They came up laughing. They were together, they had reaffirmed their bond, their physical attraction, one for another, they looked forward to consummating that bond again, soon, and they were completely, totally happy.

Forty-five minutes later they had had enough. They had had a good workout, and buckets of fun. Their intimacy was completely natural and completely free. They touched and occasionally stole a kiss as they swam and, they even got in a serious work out, choosing "lanes" and swimming laps side-by-side. Will's newly mastered flip turn impressed Nick deeply. Will sprang out of the pool. Nick followed. "Man, that was great! Come here." He wrapped the boy, in a huge white towel and rubbed him down as he stood in front of him. Nicky gazed at Will with ever greater admiration. Will grabbed a towel for himself.

"Boy, Will, you really got good."

Will smiled broadly. "I have to keep up with you." They went inside to warm up by the fire. Will dared not think about showering in the pool house. That could lead to serious trouble. He tossed another log onto the dying fire. In the silence of the pool house they sat side by side on the raised hearth of the fireplace. As the log caught and the fire blazed anew, the fire's warmth enveloped them. Nick, insistent on finishing what he had begun, put his hand under Will's towel and caressed his taut, manly, thigh. Casually his hand wandered higher. He rested it on his lover's groin. The older man did not resist. An aura of luxurious well being enveloped him. He relaxed and let the boy do as he liked. He did not want to wait. His cock wanted the boy's expert attention. He could be had for the taking. Nick had every prerogative and right to touch him where he liked. He had surrendered fully to the utter wonder of their attraction for each other. That he could be thought of by the boy as an object of desire was an intensely erotic feeling, one he had never experienced. That the boy could be so assured in his expression of his own desire pleased him greatly. He wanted to be seduced, to be had to be "taken."

This feeling of being desired was new and entirely pleasurable to him. His cock already in a half state of readiness sprang to fully erect life. Nick tuched it.Will's cock was hard, rock hard. The boy began to caress Will's pole. He felt along its length. He toyed lazily with his lover's long, perfectly formed man cock. The nylon Speedo added to the erotic charge. Nick, not to be denied this time, pulled the towel that wrapped Will's waist open. It fell away, leaving Will fully exposed. Nick gazed down at Will's groin with wonder and admiration. Will's balls bulged from the tight confines of the bathing suit. The large beautifully cut head of his cock head jutted 2" out of the top of his Speedo. His head was big and pale and perfectly cut. It was beautiful. Will for his part let it happen. Passivity, being a sexual object, was a new feeling for him. He luxuriated in allowing the boy to do whatever he liked. He wanted the boy, he wanted sex with him. He ached for him and he ached for orgasm. Nicky tugged at his lover's black Speedo. He lifted the waist band and pulled it down. Will's cock sprang free. It rose straight up, long and hot. It would not, it could not lie still. It pulsed. Nick tugged the bathing suit down exposing Will's hot balls. Will languidly half rose, thrust his crotch upward and pushed the suit down further around his thighs. He settled back on the hearth. Silently they both admired Will's manhood, his rock hard cock. His cock and balls now lay fully exposed and ready for the boy's rapt attention. His balls were large. Will was not a hairy man. His balls were smooth and they were big hot man balls. They filled his pouch fully. Even with a fierce erection his balls were able to swing between his legs. Will let his legs fall open, he spread them apart making himself truly available. His balls fell between his legs. The fire light danced across their faces. It magnified the intensity of the moment and of their heated state. Nick had never been more beautiful. The little boy took Will's cock in his one hand and with the other stroked his belly. He entwined his fingers in his lover's pubic hair. He ran his hand over Will's smooth upper thighs. His cock hair spread luxuriantly over his lower belly. It thickened at the base of his cock. It trailed up his belly to his tight, dime slit navel. Nick was fascinated by Will's treasure trail. His finger delicately followed it up Will's belly. His cock throbbed involuntarily. Nick placed his palm delicately on the man's cock. Man cock remained an object of wonder to him and he touched it as if it were the first time. He touched it again and gently rubbed it up and down. He ran his hand up the length of Will's stiff pole. He turned his face towards his lover. He silently asked to be kissed. His beauty asked to be kissed.

Will hungrily sought the boy's mouth. He pulled back slightly, and then brushed his lips against his lover's soft sweet lips. The boy's mouth yielded willingly, his mouth opened. Their kiss grew more insistent, deeper and ever more intimate and searching. They were both very good kissers. Will knew how much Nick enjoyed kissing. It was one of his primary expressions of intimacy. He understood that and he also enjoyed that intimacy. He had reacquainted himself with it after a long hiatus and he found he was very good at it. And he enjoyed it. At least he knew Nick thought him a very good kisser and that was the only vote that mattered. The warmth of the fire and the heat of the moment engulfed them. Their lips parted. Will tried to speak but could not. Their lips brushed lightly against each other again. They hungrily kissed and kissed again. Their mouths opened and Will tried to consume the boy with his mouth. He kissed his lips, his cheeks, his forehead and his lips again.

Nick, a past expert at cock play, he had been taught well what men liked, applied himself to Will's urgent cock. He ran his hand up and over his cockhead. He caressed it lightly. He dipped a finger in the precum that had pooled on his pee slit and smeared it over the sensitive tip. He enjoyed the feel of Will's man rod, that muscular pole. He ran his fingers along the pipe running up the center of the shaft. He felt the shaft of his cock, its smoothness, its blood engorged length, its rock hard need. He grasped Will's cock. It pulsed involuntarily. Nick wanted Will to cum. He wanted his cum. It was his to have and, he was not to be denied. He ran his fingers through the man's thick pubic hair. He caressed his belly, admiring Will's beautiful mature body. He wondered again at the electrifying physicality of mature men. His touch explored Will's taut belly, his pubic hair again and his hot cock. The tactility of men was ever a source of wonder and mystery and excitement to him. He touched his belly.

"Will, you're so handsome. I like you so much. You're so beautiful," the boy barely whispered the last sentence.

Hearing the boy voice such a sentiment meant everything to the man. An indescribable feeling of complete happiness enveloped him. He felt it in his cock. He felt the cum rise in his balls. He was on the edge. Nick made him want to cum. That Nick wanted that too pleased him. He would gladly oblige them both. Will barely stirred. "So are you sweetheart, dear sweet Nick. I am simply crazy about you." Will smiled. He caressed Nick's lovely brown hair. "I'm crazy about you. You know that? I have to kiss you." The boy leaned forward happy to oblige. Their mouths met urgently.

Will pulled back. The light of the fire danced in Nick's beautiful hazel eyes. They shone bright. The fire light dances across his perfect face. The boy smiled shyly. It was a lovely smile to behold in the half light of the fire. Will almost came as Nick continued to play with his cock. Nick wanted Will's man cum. He wanted to see that white hot spunk shoot out of his cock. He applied himself to his lover's cock and continued his steady massage. Will needed no prompting. He wanted the boy to bring him to climax; they both wanted it. His boy lover was insistent. His desire grew urgent. He threw the towel completely aside. He leaned back. Mesmerized, they both focused on Will's long, rock hard cock, as Nick's insistent hand continued to jerk him off. Will lowered his Speedo further. He pushed them down and impatiently kicked them off one leg. He spread his legs wider. His ball sack tightened. It lay invitingly between his manly legs. His full, smooth sack was tight with excitement. Their eyes met. The Boy returned his gaze, frank and open. They communicated silently. Then Nick lowered his gaze to that other object of his fascination, Will's hot mature cock. The hard pole signaled Will's desire for him. Will could not hold off, and he had no desire to prolong their play. His urge to shoot a thick load of cum overroad his desire to prolong their love making. Nick's small delicate hands on his cock, the insistence of his expert cock play, his knowledge that they both wanted this moment brought Will to the brink. They worked their magic. He was close and wanted to shoot.

"Sweetheart, you make me want to shoot. I'm gonna cum," he groaned in a very low, just audible voice. Nick said nothing. Will cumming was exactly what he wanted. Not only did he want to give Will pleasure, he was eager to see the evidence of it. The evidence of the pleasure this man took in him would give him pleasure in return. He squeezed Will's throbbing pole, his stiff rock hard pole, and massaged it faster, more urgently. He knew Will was close. He wanted his cum. Wil's body stiffened. He groaned. He tried to hold off but, he was gone. "Aaah…aaaah. I'm gonna shoot." His cock throbbed again, He tensed and tensed again. His muscled thighs tensed and flexed. Nick placed his free hand under Will's balls. Will thrust forward. He stiffened. Nick's expert jerk off paid the dividend he sought. Will's cock erupted. Nick was rewarded with thick load of white hot cum. It shot straight up. A load of jizz landed on his chest. Nick stared at the globs of cum on his lover's chest. He continued to massage the Will's cock. Another smaller eruption oozed from Will's cock. A large glob of cum sat on the head of his cock. Nick did not release his grip on that potent object of his desire. He continued his massage. He slowed his hand. Will's eyes were closed. His head was thrust back. Nick carefully scooped up the sticky evidence of Will's orgasm. He smeared it on Will's still erect pole. He turned his attention once again to Will's cock. Post coital he placed his hand on Will's still stiff cock and using his prize white jizz as a lubricant gently rubbed it along the length of his lover's rod. Will, coming to, tried to stop him. His cock pulsed. Nick's stroking was beautiful torture. Will placed his hand over Nick's. The boy gravely waved his hand off. He knew exactly what he was doing and was determined to prolong the sweet agony he inflicted upon Will's dick. He continued to jerk his pole. He wanted more. And then unexpectedly another smaller slow glob of cum appeared on the head of his cock. Will shot again, this time a third pool of cum oozed from the slit of his cock and pooled in Nick's hand.

The boy slowed his massage, but he did not stop. In the silence he continued to play gently with Will's cock. Will extended his hand to stop him but, Nick shook his head again.

It was his right to do with Will's cock as he liked, to make love in the way that he knew. This was sex as he knew it and, it pleased him greatly to be able to affect such pleasure in the man who he had seduced. Those electric physical sensations gave him a psychological charge and a sense of his own very real power in their relationship. Will, understanding the boy's unspoken desire, relaxed. He surrendered. He spread his legs wide, luxuriating in the boy's skillful attentions. Nick could only imagine what Will felt but, he knew exactly what he felt. His pleasure was as complete as it could be. He had brought this handsome, beautiful and kind and good man to orgasm. He reveled in the power of his skillful hands. Will had no intention of denying his lover. Nick slowed his massage and with his other hand cupped Will's smooth balls in his hand again. He hefted them up. His ball sack had begun to relax. He was simply fascinated by the very manliness of this man, his potent power, and of the full hot sexuality that he had occasioned. He did not understand it all, but he knew his attraction for men and he knew that his attraction for men, and this man in particular, could not be experienced in a more intimate way. If Will was satisfied, his cum announced that, so was he.

Will, who with each encounter, understood more of the boy's honest emotion and his sexual precocity, relaxed and let him explore and express himself as only this boy mature beyond his years could. His sweet Nicky was fully vested and complicit in their mutual attraction. He knew the boy's curiosity and fascination with the physicality of mature men and, it pleased him that the boy appreciated him as a man and as a paradigm of a sexual man. He reveled in his own surrender to the sexual intimacy they shared. Nick released his nuts.

"You're so handsome. I love what you look like and I love everything," he hesitated to find words for what he felt, "and being with you."

Will stretched his arms high over his head. He yawned. "That was just incredible. May I have a kiss?" Nick willingly surrendered, his lips ready for the touch and feel of Will's lips. "Sweet boy, I adore you. That was incredible." Will stretched again. He yawned. "But we have to get changed. Your father will be getting back from the club. We have to go."

"Will?"

"Yes? What sweetheart?" He sensed there was a problem.

"Well, you need to shave." Nick stroked Will's cheek tenderly. He repeated the motion, enjoying another aspect of what real men were. Will almost fell over laughing. "Yeah, I guess I do. I have to remember that."

"Let's get ourselves together." He looked at himself. "Look at me, I'm a real mess. It's all your fault." His still semi-erect cock lay against his thigh. It was still thick with lust. His balls hung exposed between his legs. He did not care. He reveled in the evidence of his manhood. His bathing suit wrapped around one ankle. Nick stood between Will's open legs. He stared in awe and wonder at Will's crotch. He leaned into his lover, he placed his small hands on his thighs. He offered his mouth again for another kiss. Will could not resist those rosy lips. He did not have to be encouraged. Their lips met. They kissed passionately and deeply. Will wanted the boy to feel his complete happiness. They kissed, again, softly and tenderly as only satisfied lovers can. Will caressed Nick's beautiful chest. He silently marveled at the sheer perfection of his young body. He gazed into his eyes; they met each other's gaze frankly and openly. He caressed his cheek. The remaining cum on Will's chest began to liquefy. A thin rivulet ran down the center of his chest to his belly button and pooled there. The rivulet began to run down his side. He did not care. He reveled in the post-coital warmth that engulfed him. Sex with his boy was so right, so unselfconscious. All was open between them. It was honest and right. They and they alone had defined the terms of their relationship, both giving and making adjustments, tacitly and with full knowledge of what they were doing. Their relationship was theirs alone.

"Nicky, you know, we have to go," Will whispered,. "One more kiss and we have to go." They kissed again. "We'll shower at the house. Come here." He picked the boy up. They kissed and kissed again. "Look what you do to me. I'm a mess and it's all your fault. Look at me, hanging out like this." Nick laughed and ran his hand across Will's cheek. He was simply fascinated by his lover's great good masculine looks and his beard.

"Will, I think you'd better shave before we go out." Nicky rubbed his cheek. "Do you think one day I'll need to shave too?" He was puzzled about those aspects of men that literally separated men from boys. He sincerely hoped that he would one day have to shave too.

"Yes, you sure will. But let's not rush things. As it is I have to shave and a lot more. I like you just the way you are, right now. I hope I didn't hurt you." He rubbed his day old beard. "It's been a long time and, I sometimes forget that I have a pretty rough beard."

"No, you could never hurt me. It felt good," the boy admitted. Will and Nick looked deeply into each other's eyes. They shared a quiet intense moment. Nick stroked Will's face again. Their silence said all that needed to be said. "We gotta go, Buddy."

Will lifted Nick down. As Will reached for a towel and wiped any remains of the cum stream off his chest and belly, Nick rearranged Will's cock and balls in his bathing suit. Will checked for stains on his suit. They dressed in silence, tossing each other socks and shirts as they came out of the pile on the bench. They dressed in contented silence. They were both happy, for the simplest of reasons. They were completely content in their new relationship. It was theirs alone, their secret that could be shared with no one ever. Will looked around the pool house. They had everything they had come with. "Let's go." They walked up to the house, happy in their own white hot attraction for each other. The morning was radiantly beautiful. They walked on air.

They walked through the kitchen. "Want an apple or something to drink?"

"No I'm good. Well, maybe something to drink." They paused while Will found a bottle of SportDrink in the refrigerator.

They continued through the dining room. As they started up the stairs the front door opened.

"Daddy! Hi!" Nick turned and ran back down the stairs. He greeted his father. "Daddy, you should see Will. He's really a good swimmer now. He could be on the team!" Mitchell patted his son on the back. He glanced up at Will who had remained on the stairs. Their eyes met. Will shrugged as if to say, "I did ok." He wavered his hand, so-so.

"You guys had a good workout. So did I. Really good. I'm going to get some water and then I really need a shower."

"We had a great work out too. Will really is a swimmer. Daddy, we have so much in common. Will made a fire in the fireplace. It was so warm and nice after swimming."

"Come on. Tell me everything. You have to shower and dress and ditto for Daddy." He turned to Will. "We'll see you, in say, half hour give or take. I have some reading and review to do before this afternoon's meeting." Will nodded. Nick and his father disappeared into the dining room.

"Daddy, maybe you want some juice." Nick held up his bottle. Will turned and continued up the stairs to his bedroom. He had not ten minutes before been in the most transgressive of all behaviors and now, just like that, Nick had once again become his father's own little boy. He shook his head. It was simply amazing. Given what had just happened he felt completely calm and relaxed confident that Nick would keep their secret. The magical spell of the pool and the pool house and the fire and their love making had been broken and things had returned to a semblance of the normal order. Nick had transformed himself, happily and unselfconsciously, into a little boy eager to tell his father of his great time swimming with Will. Will was not in the least bit disconcerted or jealous by this. In fact he admired the little boy even more for this ability. Life as it was supposed to be reasserted itself. He was grateful for that and he admired Nick's precocious maturity even more. Nothing could keep their secret safer. Nick was as happy in the relationship as he knew he was. In no way would he betray it. It was very much between them and would remain so. The need for absolute need secrecy bound them together. They both shared this understanding and the knowledge that what they were doing had to be kept absolutely between them. As confident as he was in the boy, he also knew that he had to remain ever wary and on alert for the slightest indication of danger. The fact that Nick had readily turned to his father, as father to young son, affirmed that all was well. Will was a very happy man and, as he ascended the stairs he looked most forward to taking a long hot shower. It had been a very satisfying morning. He liked wanting sex. He liked wanting more of it. He liked being horny and he liked the cause of it all.

In forty-five minutes Will descended the stairs. He had dressed carefully as was his custom, but now with more panache and style. He was beautifully dressed for a Sunday afternoon in the Northwest. The added awareness that they would be arriving at the office with staff was a factor in the choice wardrobe. He had in a very short time developed a new and satisfyingly egotistical sense of himself. His new awareness included a new sense that life was good, that it was most agreeable. He enjoyed thinking about what he would wear. To that end he had begun to acquire a more up-to-date and far more flattering wardrobe. A certain boy had prompted this new found gusto for the art of living well and for that he was even more grateful to his lover. Previously he had been going through the motions. Clothes meant something to him again. He enjoyed the feeling of being well-dressed, of looking smart and elegant and comfortable in his attire. He had chosen wide wale olive green corduroy pants, and a light brown cashmere cable knit V-neck sweater. He wore a subtle olive green and black plaid shirt under it. On his feet he a pair of casual black lace-up shoes. They might have been casual, even "knock-around" but they were beautifully made and polished to a soft glow. He was immaculately groomed, every hair on his once thick brown scalp, now beginning to go grey-white, was perfectly combed with a precise part on the left side. His extraordinary handsomeness shone. His pale blue eyes danced. He fairly ran down the stairs. As he headed to the kitchen, the natural center of the house, he heard a voice coming from the library.

"Will?" He stopped and turned to see that lovely head pop up from the other side of the sofa.

"Hey, what you doing?"

"Waiting for you. Daddy is getting ready so I came downstairs to wait for you." A broad mischievous smile spread across his face. "I wanted to come and wait with you."

"How about we see what's going on in the kitchen? I could use something to drink. That work out made me thirsty. How about you? You OK?" Anything Will wanted, he agreed with. It was fine with him. He ran around the sofa to greet his lover. He took his hand.

"I'd like another SportDrink. Is there cranberry? That was so much fun this morning." That was a loaded statement if ever there was one.

"For me too! Let's go get something to drink and maybe even a snack. I'm still pretty full but I think you could use a refuel."

Ten minutes later the kitchen door swung open. "Hey guys."

"Hey, Daddy."

Mitchell too was dressed casually, but perfectly. He wore dark grey tweed slacks and a soft knitted navy blue polo shirt. It fell perfectly across his chest. While it was not intended to accent his physique, it did. He wore the shirt with the collar open. Any fool could not have failed to notice the tautly muscled definition of his chest, that place where his broader pecs met his tight upper torso. His immaculately thin was set off perfectly by a black Gucci belt with silver buckle. His slim fit plain front slacks fit to perfection. They emphasized his long legs and his well-muscled glutes. He wore black Gucci loafers which matched his belt and pale grey merino wool socks. He could have made a good living modeling for the cover of Saks Fifth Avenue catalogue.

"Guys, I have to do a little reading before this afternoon's meeting. You'll excuse me? I thought I'd have another cup of coffee and hit the books."

"We won't disturb you. I don't use the desk in the library so why don't you set up there. When Nick and I went swimming at the Club yesterday we didn't really look around. I thought we might ride over and have a look around. It will get us out of the way and give my golfer friend a chance to check out the course. I hope I can entice him to get out his clubs and play a round with me." He glanced at Nick who was having half a toasted whole wheat bagel and a glass of cranberry juice. He winked at him. He continued to address Mitchell. "I'm not sure if he will want to play with a duffer like me, but a look at the course may tip the scales. And the course is in great shape. That might get him."

Nicky smiled; he knew when he was being kidded. "I'd play with you any time. And I'd like to swim in the other pool too." Of course Will knew that the pool had to enter into the conversation.

"How about we pick you up in an hour and a half and hit the Space Needle and then the office." "And then after that," he turned to Nick, "you and I are off to the cabin. Let's go have a look around the club. We'll probably see some guys who I play with. A couple are pretty good ball strikers, but I can't say a lot for the others. Please don't laugh. I have to play with these guys." His father had taught him that it was impolite and unkind to say ugly things about other people. The farthest thing from Nicky's mind was to embarrass Will.

Will had very much looked forward to introducing his young friend to his country club. Certainly he knew Nick would enjoy a tour of the club. Nick was quite at home in any environment in which men were. Clubs represented the epitome of the world of men and he was always happy in that environment. At the Club his father was as one might expect very popular and much in demand. While Nick was by nature self-assured and could be rather independent, he found the closeness of his father at these times especially gratifying. He simply adored his handsome father For that reason the little boy made sure that everyone knew that he came first, that he was the center of his father's world. He could without being persistent or the least bit demanding have his father's attention by simply taking his hand or looking at him in a certain way. Without being rude to those he was engaged with, Mitchell found ways to address his son's inquiries or needs. In this way, he let everyone know that his handsome, beautiful father was his. In his quiet way he made sure everyone knew that. When guy conversations dragged on he would quietly remind his father that they were going swimming or had something else to do. Mitchell, prizing his free time with his little boy, shifted gears. Nicky came first, always. And then there were all the other men at the Club. Nick enjoyed the camaraderie and the hale-fellow-well-met atmosphere of the locker room and the men's lounge. He enjoyed men being men. He loved their talk and their mannerisms and their tribal ways.

Although Will and Nick had not discussed the obvious fact that Nick was very attracted to men, and Will had no intention of ever engaging in such a conversation with the boy, it was apparent that Nicky loved the all-male world of the golf course and the locker room. Will was quite happy to while away an hour touring his version of that world. But he also harbored another motive. He was completely aware of this motivation. He understood it and embraced it. Will quite simply wanted to show his young friend off. His infatuation with little Nick demanded that he find some overt expression of his ardor. He longed to test the limits of his affection in public. He was emboldened to take their relationship to a more public declaration. He knew that he could never make such a declaration but he was determined to test the limits of a tacit declaration of how special Nicky was to him. The Club represented a safe environment for such a test, a familiar and secure environment in which to test the limits, to engage in such a dangerous game.

As much as Nick would enjoy visiting the Club, so would Will enjoy the challenge of how far he could take his relationship into the public sphere without arousing suspicion or worse. He would introduce his secret lover to his friends and to the Club. Quite literally he wanted to show Nick off to his peers. It was a dangerous game, but knowing full well what his true motives were, Will felt that he was entirely well equipped to play it. He knew that such an act was as close as he could come to an open declaration of his deep infatuation with the boy. He intended to push as far as he could in making his growing ardor known without crossing that invisible line which demarcated his tacit adoration of Nick from the open avowal of their true relationship. The latter action was quite simply impossible. It was a game, a dangerous one, he had chosen to play. He looked forward to playing it; he embraced the danger inherent in it. The lawyer in him had parsed and analyzed the situation. He had thought deeply about it and he knew he could play the game, right to the edge of discovery and disgrace and far far worse. The Club would represent the first true test of his ability to play this dangerous game. There were no rules to the game. He had to make them up as the game developed. And he wanted above all else to find a way to be close to the boy and to let him know how very special he was. His deep feelings for little Nick were genuine and real and he wanted to find expression for them. Will had thought about the challenge, he had formulated the rules and he knew he could play it. There was much he could do that would at first not arouse suspicion. How far could he go? Game on.

With this ulterior motive in mind Will drove his black Mercedes coupe up to the porte cochere of the club house. Nicky, very excited to be given a full tour by the adored man, hopped out of the car and ran around to the driver's side of the car. Will handed the keys to the valet. He put his hands on the boy's shoulders and drew him close. Nick leaned into him.

"This is the main entrance. Do you like it?" Nick nodded emphatically. He did indeed. Let's go have a look." He turned again to the valet. "We're not staying. I wouldn't bury the car. We're only staying for a few minutes.

They walked up the steps and into the foyer of the clubhouse. Aside from the usual Sunday morning golfers, the club was deserted. Staff was busy in the final stages of clean up after a large wedding that had taken the whole main floor the previous night. Several supervisors directed the disassembly. Trolleys for tables and carts were half loaded. Furniture was being rearranged. The club manager stopped in mid-conversation to come over and greet the recent past president of the club. He looked quizzically at Nick. He expressed surprise that Mr. Mason had a grandson. Will was quick to correct the misconception. He put his hand on Nick's lovely back. He drew him to his side.

"No, no this is my friend, Nick Perry. Nick is spending his spring vacation with me. We just stopped by to have a look around. We'll be back tomorrow to play a round and have a swim." He winked knowingly at Nick whose upturned head looked at him adoringly. "Right?" Nick, with no prompting, stepped forward and offered a firm handshake to the manager. Will made it clear that no further explanation would be forthcoming. This lack of elaboration was part of the game. The frisson of mystery that such a terse reply implied had the desired effect. Will dispensed with any further small talk and conspicuously turned his attention to Nick and, figuratively speaking, his back on the manager. "Come on, Sporty, let me show you around. It's a pretty nice club." Will had made it quite clear that that Nick was the sole object of his attention. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and ran it down his back in an intimate and possessive way. The manager excused himself in a state of some confusion. Will had made the point. He had announced for the first but not the last time that Nicky was indeed his very special friend. It was subtle, it was non-sexual, it was elliptical but it made the statement he intended. Will found this first encounter very satisfying. It gave him the exact desired feeling he had hoped for. Nick for his part understood and liked the implications of the statement that Will had so deftly accomplished. He had experienced Will's full attention in public in a very powerful way. For his part he touched Will intimately on the leg and Will kept his hand on the boy's back. While Nick did not entirely understand Will's motives he did very much like the intimacy that their body language implied. He felt very special as he knew he was. The bright light of Will's approbation warmed him. The fire of his desire for this god-like man burned yet brighter. Will could only marvel at the boy's precociousness. They had discussed nothing beforehand. Nick did not have any inkling that a game was being played yet he fell in with it and played it like a master. They had both passed their first trial with flying colors.

In the main dining room three waiters were putting the finishing touches on the lunch set up. The two friends paused to have a look, the waiters nodded in their direction, and then they wove their way among the tables to the men's grill. In the grill they paused at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows to admire the grounds which fell off to the first tee. Below the men's grill several golfers conversed on the terrace. Will lifted Nick up. Nick put his arm around Will's neck. From that better vantage point Will pointed out all the holes they could see. Although Nick thought the course looked "pretty hard," Will assured him that if they worked together he would add his experience of the course and Nick would shoot a good round. Reassured Nick hoped that they could play soon. The bar tender who had overheard their conversation greeted Mr. Mason. Will nodded a greeting in return. They descended the wide rough stone staircase at the far end of the Grill. The curved stone steps led down to the lower level which was given over to the gym, racket ball courts, basketball court and the men's locker. Trophy cases containing silver trophies and cups lined the wide hall. In the locker room the two attendants on duty sprang to attention. The huge locker room was almost as quiet as the first floor. Several locker doors slammed. Will tersely explained to the attendants that he and his friend were just having a look around. The attendants fairly gushed over the boy. Will remained reticent and brushed them aside. He enjoyed the mystery his friend engendered. He turned his full attention to Nick. His obvious solicitousness towards the little boy stumped the attendants. "We're just going to have a look around." He showed Nick the men's washroom, the showers, the sauna and steam. Nick thought it was all very, very nice. It was much older than his father's club at home and for that reason much nicer to his young eyes. He liked the pristine white tile walls, the marble floors, the old fashioned wash stands and sinks. The faucets gleamed. The shelves on either side of the sinks contained everything a man might need, razor blades, shaving cream, aftershave, soap, lotions and even tooth brushes and dental floss. An all male aroma wafted through the air. The room smelled of menthol and men. Little Nick was intoxicated and thrilled. The steam room door opened and a large man emerged in a cloud of steam. He clasped a towel around him. Will nodded and the man returned his silent greeting. He looked at the boy, stopped for a second and continued on to the showers.

"Will, this is very nice. Where's the pool? I'd like to see the indoor pool."

Will laughed. "Of course you would. It's down this way. Let's go have a look. I think you'll like it. You have your pick, but since we did outdoor maybe indoor tomorrow. This setup meets with your approval? I was worried." He was of course being a bit facetious. Nick understood.

The boy nodded vigorously. He laughed. "Yes. It's really nice. Do you shave here?"

"I do, yes." The boy liked that visual. He wanted to watch Will shave. The attendants who witnessed this exchange were mystified. They had never seen the usually reserved Mr. Mason in so relaxed and buoyant a mood.

"Gee, Will, maybe we can use the steam room after we swim. Sometimes, when we have time, Daddy and I go into ours at home. Steam rooms are very relaxing after a work out."

"Sure we can do that. Anything you want. We aim to please our guests here." Nick did indeed want to try out the steam room. He felt entirely comfortable in this man's environment. The gym and locker room, the shower stalls, the men towering over him, in towels and less, the whole atmosphere intoxicated him. He very much looked forward to visiting the steam room with Will.

"Ok, let's see the pool." Nick took Will's hand. "Which way?"

They walked through the Locker Room, and down another wide hall. Will held the glass French door open for his friend. "What do you think?" Nick thought it quite wonderful. He stared and looked around taking it all in. One lone member was swimming laps. Nick liked this pool as much as he had liked the men's locker room. Its walls were tiled half-way up the wall in same old-fashioned white sanitary tile as the men's locker. Navy blue tile borders framed the walls panels. The floors were laid in large blue and white hexagonal tile. Groupings of white rattan furniture sat around the pool deck. White towels were stacked on foot stools and tables. Morning light streamed in through French doors on the eastern side of the pool.

"I learned to swim in this very pool." This interested Nicky a great deal. He thought about Will taking swimming lessons. That was a long time ago, he thought. He wondered who the teacher was and what he looked like. They walked around the deck and out the doors to the terrace where a bar and small tables were set up. They returned to the men's locker room. They found Will's locker. Will's name was engraved on a brass plaque on the locker just as Nick's father's was on his at home.

"Tour's almost over. We have a couple of more stops. I'd like to have a look at the golf course, since we're going to play. Right?"

"Yes!" He placed his hand gently on the boy's shoulder and directed them towards the short flight of stairs at the end of the locker room. They found themselves on the men's outdoor terrace which lay directly below the grill room. They walked down a short landscaped path to the outdoor pool complex. It had been very beautifully and expensively renovated and looked it. A low field stone wall separated the pool area from the rest of the grounds. Lovely old trees set away from the pool deck cast a beautiful light over the water. On the far side of the Cascade sandstone deck stood a large open pavilion. Rough hewn wood columns and beams framed the pool side of the building. Inside there was a bar, small dining tables and six card tables. . Around the fireplace several comfortable sofas and chairs were gathered. A fire blazed in the hearth. Nick's opinion from the day before had not changed. It was an excellent and wonderful pool.

"Wow, this is really nice, Will. I can't decide which pool we should swim in tomorrow."

"Well, there's no law that we can't swim in both." This suggestion met with the boy's instant approval. He ran over to the water, knelt and dipped his hand into the pool.

"The water's nice." A smile wreathed his face. "It's not too hot." Any swimmer knew that bracingly, cool, even cold water was what real swimmer's preferred. Warm water was for flub-a-dubs. Colder water was for real swimming. Nick, being a real swimmer, approved. "After we play tomorrow, I'd really like to go swimming."

"You beat me there. I was, in fact, that we follow just that plan. We think alike. The golf is going to depend on the weather. But even if we can't play golf, we can swim."

"And then maybe we can meet up with Daddy after. I think Daddy would like to eat in the Grill. I bet the hamburgers are as good as ours."

"Yeah, I am sure your Daddy would like to eat in the grill, and someone would probably like that too. You're such a con man!" Will had to laugh. "The hamburgers are very good. It's a deal." Will glanced at his watch. "Hey, we have to push off. How about we walk down and have a look at the first tee? Then we have to push off to pick up your father."

Nick thought this was another very good idea. Any idea of Will's was a great idea. Several staff had overheard the conversation. Mr. Mason, who was known to all of them, was acting in a way that was not at all characteristic of the man they knew. He was engaging and charming and a lot looser than the rather formal man who they were familiar with. They were fascinated. Of course they too wondered who this child was. They dared not intrude. Several of them nodded "Good morning." Will nodded in return but he made no effort to introduce his young friend to them. "Hey, come on, sweetheart, the First Tee is this way." Will pointed towards the gate next to the pavilion. This time he took Nick's hand. They walked across the pool deck. Will, ever solicitous towards the boy, opened the gate for him and stood aside as he ushered him through it. They clasped hands again and, they were gone. The attendants were speechless.

Will and Nick walked down the winding golf cart path to the First Tee. Just off the Tee they stopped to have a look at the large map of the course. Will was in the midst of giving the boy a guided tour of each hole on the front 9, pointing out the most difficult obstacles and traps, when two golf carts came down the path. The lead cart stopped. The two men seated in the cart greeted Will effusively.

"Hey. Playing today?'

"No, I'm showing my friend the course. We're going to play tomorrow."

The men in the lead cart were speechless. Children were not allowed to play.

"Nick, I play with these guys. They're OK, but I think you could win some real money off them." This remark met with loud guffaws. Will proudly introduced his friend Nick Perry to the foursome. He made the proper introductions, audaciously using their first names. "My friend, Nick Perry. Nick is visiting me during his spring break. Nick, meet Jim and Mel and in the next cart are Ken and Joel." Nick went over and shook hands with the men in the lead cart. He waved to the men in the following cart. The use of first name introductions was entirely intentional. Nick's game certainly equaled theirs and that in and of itself warranted parity among the men in the carts and the boy. Nick's status with Will could not have been more clearly defined than in this short introduction. The men were non-plussed to find their golfing friend in the company of a small boy and to be introduced by their first names. This only added to their curiosity. The mystery of whether the boy actually could or could not play golf lingered unresolved in the air. They did not know if they were being had. Perhaps they were the butt of a private joke perpetrated by Will Mason for some reason known only to him.

"We're going to play tomorrow afternoon and then go for a swim. Nick's a swimmer too and he has me back in the pool." This met with stunned silence. The men now thought that there was a joke being told and that they were definitely the butts of it. The idea of joking in and of itself was most uncharacteristic of Will Mason. He was not a man known for pulling pranks. Will gave them no hint that there was any joke implied or otherwise in what he had just said. It dawned on the men that he was quite serious. When this had sunk in they recovered enough to shoot several jibes implying that Will was the duffer waiting to be fleeced. Will was really enjoying the game and he was enjoying the obvious effect the boy had on the men. His beauty and good manners could not be missed. And the easy familiarity between them, as if they were equals, could not be missed either. Will placed his hand possessively on Nick's shoulder, signaling that familiarity. Another awkward silence on the part of the men in the cart ensued.

"You two playing alone?" Nick looked a Will, who nodded "Yes." "I didn't know boys under 12 could play?" Club rules did state that children under the age of 12 were not allowed to play the course. They could use the driving range and practice green but it was standing policy that they were not allowed to play.

Will looked down at his shoes. "Hadn't thought about it," he shrugged. "Haven't asked. Can't think it would be a problem." Will spoke deliberately in an off-hand clipped shorthand. He telegraphed to the others that he had no even thought about playing as a problem or that there could be any objection from any quarter. Will knew the rules and of course he had not asked permission for Nick to play. It had not remotely occurred to him to ask and of course there would be no trouble. He glanced slyly at the men and then at Nick. He winked at the boy. It would indeed pose no problem. And if it did that would be dealt with when the need arose. Will simply assumed that Nick playing with him would not be a problem and had not given it a thought. Such were his tacit and implied rights at the club.

"Don't be too hard on him, kid! He's a real duffer. Take every bet he offers. You'll win!" Though this was not the case, Will was a far superior golfer to any of them, the joke met with much laughter.

Nick, who had been addressed directly, stepped into the conversation. "Will is really a very good golfer. We've played together and I know he is good." He grew serious. "We don't gamble. We play because we like to play together. Right, Will?" Will nodded. He could have burst with pride. Such a mature, forthright statement left the men in the carts again nonplussed. "The course looks pretty tough, but Will is already helping me work around it. He knows my game so it's going to be fun." He took the man's hand. "Anyway, I'm really looking forward to playing." He beamed up at Will.

"We're going to walk over to the First Tee in a minute. We may see you there." The men nodded and drove off towards the Tee. The second cart nodded to them as it passed. Will could only imagine the effect this encounter had upon them. And he could only imagine what would be said at the bar later. He smiled. That was neatly done and it had gained the desired result. He silently congratulated Nick. He was simply perfect. "They don't know how good you are. But I do and that's what matters. Right?" Nick squeezed his hand. And that was all that really mattered to Will. They turned their attention again to the map of the course.

After another look at the map, they walked over to the 1st tee to watch the foursome tee off. After they left, Will pointed out the markers, especially the stand of trees on the right side and the out of bounds on the left. "Time to go, darling. Let's go get your father." Will had not ventured that word "darling" before. It just came out, quite naturally and it felt good. "Darling," thought Will. That sounds right. He was his "darling" boy. On their way back to the entrance of the club they stopped at the golf bar and ordered raspberry/blackberry smoothies. Will was ever aware that Nick required a lot more fuel than he did. He did not want Nick to starve. And he thought it was a nice thing to do.

When the car pulled into the car park of the house Nick bounded out. "I can't wait to tell Daddy about the Club. He raced to the front door. In the library he found his father on the divan reading. His father put down his coffee cup. Nick leaped up onto the sofa.

"Hey. You have a good time?"

"Yes, the Club is wonderful. It's like ours, it's really nice." He whispered into his father's ear. "It is a lot older than ours, and bigger and nicer." Mitchell laughed.

"I know. It is a lot older and bigger. Where's Will?"

"He's coming and he says we gotta go. We're going to the Space Needle! Daddy, we're going to play golf and swim at the club tomorrow." He whispered in his father's ear again. "I didn't ask Will but I hope he can get the day off. I want to play."

Mitchell patted his son's thigh. "I don't see that as a problem."

Nick and his father followed Will's car to the Space Needle. In the car Nick regaled his father with every detail of the club, and of the wonders of his friend Will. Nicky's high spirits could not be contained. Nor did his father in any way wish to suppress his son's enthusiasm for Seattle and the club and Will. The little boy was very excited. His father thoroughly enjoyed the drive. He listened carefully and attentively as Nick described every detail of the morning, well almost every detail. The boy omitted the part about Will's hot cum filled cock. That he did leave out. There was more to tell than one 20 minute drive could handle. Nick tried, he gave it a valiant effort.

"Daddy, I think Will is pretty important. The people at the club," he searched for the words, "well, they pay attention to him and come up to talk. I mean that happens to you at our club, but it's different with Will. The boy described the deference shown to his friend on the part of the staff and the members who they had met. "We met four guys teeing off. They stopped to talk." Nick scrunched up his face. "Daddy, they weren't very good. Will plays with them but he is way better than they are. They were exactly what you always say not to do. Two of the guys chopped at the ball and one hit the worse slice. It landed in the 10th fairway." In the confines of the front seat the boy made a wicked chopping motion. His father laughed. He was pleased that Nick knew the difference between a good golfer and a not so good golfer and that he could critique the game. He did not say anything, for fear of encouraging even the slightest meanness in his son. But he could not help laughing and laugh he did. He was quite pleased that his son knew the game well enough to know what good golf was. His teaching must have taken, and that was very gratifying.

At the Space Needle, Will showed his Supporters Card and within 2 minutes of arrival they had shot to the top of the tower. Though he visited Seattle's Number 1 tourist attraction infrequently, he loved those occasions when he did. He had the views memorized and was expert in guiding his guests through the panorama. He had always taken enormous pride in this city where he had been born and raised and where he had lived his entire life. With a well-practiced spiel he took his friends on a tour of Seattle. The day was crystalline clear. He pointed out all the landmarks, both natural and man-made. In the far distance he pointed out the Olympic Peninsula. It was covered in a rain forest, to the northwest the Puget Sound. As he pointed out the south Puget Sound he recounted the story of the Tacoma Bridge. Nick was wide-eyed as the story climaxed with the wind and the destruction of the bridge. To the north the views extended all the way to the San Juan Fuqua Strait. They continued their tour to the east and the Cascades. Will even pointed out the green swath of the Country Club and his neighborhood. Nick was particularly interested in the Lake Mercer Bridge which was very wide and very low on the water. The cars sped across it like a line of army ants.. Mitchell and Nick listened carefully as they circled the observation deck. Will had the complete attention of two very interested tourists. Mitchell was particularly pleased that Nick was so engaged in Will's descriptions and paid such close attention. It spoke well for his son and for Will's abilities to keep the boy engaged. And he was himself having a perfectly wonderful time. The weather, the perfectly blue sky, the blue water and the green peninsula all conspired to show Seattle off at its very best. Finally they looked for Will's office building and even found the very window of his office. Nick thought that very, very cool. Their visit to the Space Needle did not disappoint.

At precisely 1:25PM the Mason-Perry caravan turned into the parking garage under the Western and Pacific Building. Will, ever punctual, had planned their arrival to the minute. It was expected that those summoned to the meeting would assemble well before the meeting was scheduled to start. Being late or even last minute was inconceivable. But Will had no intention of arriving early. As much as habit his precise punctuality always made the point that he was in charge, which of course he was.

He had scheduled this meeting with a specific plan and goal in mind. That this informal meeting was scheduled for a Sunday was highly unusual if not unprecedented. Will knew that the rarity of the scheduling of this meeting for a Sunday afternoon would immediately signal to every staff member the importance of this meeting. Everyone in the firm knew such a summons for an unusual Sunday summit meeting was "casual" in name only. Casual barely disguised the meeting's true meaning. Every member of the firm knew that this meeting was not even remotely a "casual." The very fact that he had chosen to call a meeting for Sunday afternoon stamped the meeting with a distinctive import. He was determined that everyone know as soon as possible that Mitchell Perry had his wholehearted approval. Will intended to demonstrate his unshakeable support for the new partner, Mitchell Perry. The unexpected elevation of Mitchell to a Partnership and to the Board had created a great deal of underground resentment. There had also been a fair amount of sub rosa, nasty gossip. Will had anticipated this. He had decided to use this meeting to end all that. Any hostility to his favorite would be quashed. This meeting would declare and demonstrate the fact that Mitchell Perry had the Chairman of the Board's complete confidence and his active support. Nothing short of such an emphatic demonstration would quiet the talk among the attorneys. Will Mason's decision to elevate Mitchell Perry to a partnership and a seat on the Board of Directors of Mason, Allworth & Smith was about to be reinforced emphatically. His decision would be made unequivocally clear. No one, attorneys, partners, paralegals or secretaries would doubt his decision or his resolve. His support for Mitchell was total, he would make that clear. The meeting was therefore of the utmost importance.

This "working" meeting was in actuality a dead serious game of high stakes internal politics. While he would not stay long, which was also part of his plan, he would in a few short minutes make it perfectly clear that Mitchell was his guy. Will looked forward to the theater he was about to enact. It was not often that he used his absolute power within the culture of the law firm to such effect. His new sense of himself, reflected through the adoring eyes of a certain young boy, had given him a jolt. He felt more alive and consequently more engaged in the work of the firm and in the exercise his authority. As much as he appreciated Mitchell skills as an attorney, in the final analysis the close relationship provided access to little Nick. He was not the least bit ashamed to admit that slightly less than honorable motivation. He judged every move against its ability to keep the boy close. In laying his plans and strategy little Nick Perry was ever present in his thoughts. He had a vital role to play.

At this meeting Will also intended to push the boundaries as he had at the Club that morning. Everyone present would know that Nick Perry, the son, was also favored. That part of the scenario would remain tacit, but it would be made indirectly through word and action. Mitchell alone was formidable. But the combination of Mitchell and Nick were simply unbeatable. In poker they were a royal straight flush. As much as Will intended to express his support for the father, he would also demonstrate that the son also held a very special place. The combination of father and son were quite simply unbeatable, a royal flush. Will intended to reinforce his complete support for Mitchell by demonstrating the special place adorable Nick held in his life. Will was armed and ready for this high stakes half hour. He was eager, alert and ready to put his plan into action. It was going to be an exhilarating few minutes.

The Mason, Allworth & Smith law firm was a high testosterone, competitive environment in which Darwinian principles ruled. While this policy remained unstated, it nevertheless served as a cardinal principle and fueled the firm's engine. Will had inherited a modified version of this philosophy from his father. When he inherited the firm and became CEO he saw no reason to modify this corporate culture. Given the competitive nature of corporate law, he deemed the policy desirable and essential, a cornerstone of success. He ramped it up. He was himself driven by a desire to have his eponymous firm rise to the top of the profession. In the absence of a meaningful domestic life he had devoted his life to the success of his firm. In his quiet, determined way he had built a giant corporation. In building the firm beyond its gentlemanly, old school origins he had found that raw competition was essential to success. It might not have been entirely admirable to run the firm in this manner, but the results spoke for themselves. Carefully controlled it was a decided asset for the law firm's success. His example led. He was quiet, he was tough and he was all business. Will Mason's natural reserve and his dignity disguised the bare-knuckled ruthlessness of this policy. For those who survived and thrived in the high pressure atmosphere the rewards were great. For those who could not hack it, the stay was brief. Attorneys at the firm were expected to be married to the firm. Except for Christmas, there was very little room in the firm for families. There were no feel good, corporate, extracurricular activities. Families remained on the sidelines, and entered not at all into the firm's life.

Will cultivated a fair amount of paranoia within the ranks. He constantly monitored the pulse of the office. He was ever aware of the delicate balance between unbridled ambition, preferment and hard work. Unbridled ambition had to be controlled and carefully harnessed. Some young attorneys even had to be reined in. Rewards there were a plenty but they came only after attorneys demonstrated their worth. During his years as CEO of the firm he had chosen young ambitious men for advancement. But he always remained objective and never let personal bias affect his decisions. It was all business. The case of Mitchell Perry was entirely different. Never before had he had such a personal stake in a promotion of a favorite. Hi secret, personal agenda made this meeting especially important. With that fact at the forefront of his thinking he had reviewed his strategy, had thought through every variation on the game. Failure was unthinkable. Nothing less than the course he had in mind would accomplish what he intended. He had not discussed his strategy with anyone including Mitchell. He was a man who kept his own counsel. In Such an inclination to attend to his own counsel was a good one. It had borne results that had built the firm into the powerhouse it was. By keeping his own counsel he kept his ambitious tribe always striving always guessing. He liked his quiet power and he liked it more because finally he could put it to superb personal use. His matter he played his hand close to his chest. The prize was great. Little Nick was always in his thoughts.

On the surface this "casual" meeting had been called to introduce Mitchell Perry to the office. Twenty-five attorneys had been summoned. The Boeing team of course would be present in full force. Senior partners had also been summoned. Everyone was well aware of what the true agenda was. Will intended to use this meeting to make it explicitly apparent that he had anointed Mitchell Perry to a position of great power within the firm. Jockeying for position and preferment with the new Director and Partner would be fierce.

As with his recent foray into the public sphere with Nicky, he knew that there was another aspect to this meeting that interested him to a far greater extent than the straightforward business of crowning Mitchell Perry with the victor's laurel. It entailed a "game" of a sort in which every gesture and signal was designed to send the message that Nick was also very special and was to be treated with deference. Terming Will's plan a game, did not in actuality represent an accurate description of either motive. It was a game of a sort and he once again only he knew the rules. In short time he would attend the meeting it would have a very long effect. The law firm was about to experience a landscape altering earthquake. Will set his game face. He was ready and in fact looking forward to the next half hour.

The elevator doors opened on the 29th Floor. The reception desk was unoccupied. Voices could be heard down the corridor in the large conference room. "It sounds like everyone is here." In fact everyone was there. Being late was not an option.

"Nick, this is the office. This is where I work." He pointed to the staircase." The staircase there connects the two floors below." Will indicated a wide circular stair case next to the receptionist's desk. "My office is down there." He pointed down an elegantly appointed hallway. "We can have a look later if you want. The view is pretty nice. I think you'll like it. Not quite the Space Needle but it's good. Your father is going to have an office here too. your father and I have just a bit of business to attend to and then we can have a look at my office, if you like, and then head up to the cabin." He put his hand on Nick's shoulder. "Right?"

"Yes." Nick looked around at the reception area. "This is really nice."

"I promise we're not going to stay long."

"That's okay. You and Daddy have a meeting. But no one is here. Gee, I hope they come along soon."

"No, no I promise you every one is here." Will and Mitchell's eyes locked. The younger man gave no indication that he was in the least bit nervous. Will for his part was completely relaxed. Will, for his part, was very much looking forward to putting his plan into action. He was even a bit excited. His new energized sense of self looked forward to the challenge of putting his plan into action. The mission was clear. He was loaded and ready for combat. "Let's go meet the office."

The two men strode down the hall side-by-side. Nicky walked behind them. Although he had no real understanding of the importance of the meeting, he knew that it was serious. He had no idea of the true import of the meeting but he was curious and he knew a lot of men would be there. He was sure of that, so the meeting would be very interesting for that reason alone. He was completely happy to be walking along behind his father and Will, happy to share the shadows of his two gods. As the trio rounded the corner Will could see through the open doors of the conference room that the room was full. Everyone was present. Heads turned expectantly towards the door as they crossed the threshold. Just inside the doorway he stood aside and to the surprise and even shock of the entire gathering ushered little Nick in ahead of them. Will knew full well the effect this sight would have on the assembled attorneys. He nodded to those who happened to be standing closest to the door. With complete command and assurance Will with Mitchell at his side and Nick in front of him he dived in. Without a pause he began introducing the new partner. "Mitchell, meet…." Short pleasantries were exchanged. "And this is Mitch's son, Nick." He put both hands on the boy's shoulders. His intimate gesture was meant to include the boy and to reassure him that he was to was important. He looked down at the top of his lovely head. His hair was once again defying the best efforts of the brush. His golden brown hair fell in lovely soft strands from the crown of his head. "Nick is spending the week with us. It's his spring break. Right, Nick?"

"Yes. We're staying at Will's. How do you do?" He shook the nearest hands which were proffered hesitantly. The room was quietly rocked, nonplussed by this completely unexpected turn of events. Those who had heard the boy say "Will" were flabbergasted. That the little boy was in attendance at all was shocking enough, but the familiarity between the boy and Mason astounded everyone.

Across the room Will saw two partners standing together conversing. He broke off the conversation. "I have a lot of people to introduce Mitch to. Mitch, the names will all come. "You've met Ed Smith. He's right over there. He's talking with Rich Talbott." Will, well aware of the proper hierarchy of the firm and of protocol carved their way through a parting sea of attorneys. Along the way Will nodded to each lawyer. "Catch you in a minute."

"Hey, Ed, Richard." Extending a hand to each, he introduced Mitchell to them and then with perfect aplomb introduced Nicky who every polite offered his firm little hand to each man. Introductions were made and remade. Will solicitously put his hand on Nick's back and drew him in front of him. He wanted to reassure the boy that he was included. He did not want him to be intimidated by the men who towered over him. More small talk ensued. After a pleasant minute of chitchat Will broke off. As he turned several bolder attorneys stepped forward to introduce themselves. They were quickly surrounded by a scrum of lawyers seeking introductions. Nicky, who was also introduced, was not lost in this forest of tall people. Will's strong hands stayed protectively on the boy's shoulders. It was a reassuring and possessive gesture meant to establish the boy's status. The message was unmistakable, clear and puzzling. Nicky looked up into the men's faces. Some were very good-looking and since he had a lower viewpoint he noticed that they all wore very nice shoes and venturing upward he also noticed that some filled out their casual trousers quite nicely. He was enjoying himself.

Will was perfectly at ease. He engaged in the theater of small talk with relish. Occasionally he put his hand on Mitch's shoulder. It remained there longer than absolutely necessary and then fell away. He asked for something to drink, and particularly asked Nick what he might like. Nick declined. Will asked a new attorney if he "might" have a Perrier. "That good for you, Mitch? Sure you don't want anything, Nick?" he tapped playfully of the boy's shoulder. Nick shook his head. He thought that he had enough to juggle in a sea of tall good-looking men. The attorney dutifully went to the bar to retrieve two Perriers with lemon.

Those not engaged in the immediate conversational group observed the scene before them with amazed interest. Will Mason, who had always maintained a dignified reserve, was seen to be completely relaxed. His normal all-business manner was nowhere in evidence. He spoke with animation and ease as he made introductions. He chatted about everything but the matter at hand. When the conversation did turn to shop talk, he made it quite clear that Mitchell had his every confidence, in word and gesture. He even seemed to be enjoying himself. It was a remarkable sight. The two men appeared to completely at ease with each other and with the situation. The sight of the new crown prince of the firm and the CEO standing next to each other in relaxed conversation had the desired effect Will intended. That Mitchell Perry was so extraordinarily handsome, could not help but be noticed by even the handsomest of the men present. The scene pretty much announced also "game over."

And then there was the beautiful son. Even the most cynical had to admit that the son was as beautiful as the father. That the kid had be allowed to come to the meeting at all was unprecedented. Everyone knew that Mitchell was staying at the Mason home, but that the son had obviously been invited also was more than some could take. And then, the boy, to the consternation of those present, appeared to be completely at ease, and especially so with Will Mason. Will spoke to him, touched him rather tenderly as if to reassure him and was ever mindful of his presence. He kept the boy close to him. He included him in the conversation. This performance was in complete contrast to the prevailing corporate culture of the firm. Children were rarely if ever discussed. They entered not at all into the life of the firm. There were no activities that included them. There was no company picnic, the Easter bunny did not entertain them. The firm sponsored no youth sports teams. Except for the annual Christmas party to which they were invited, families and children had no place in the life of the firm. The unstated policy had always been that children and families remained off the firm's radar. The remarkable sight of this boy on such intimate terms with the head of the firm was quite simply an astonishing sight. It was so uncharacteristic, so completely different that many of those who could read the signs accepted the reality of the scene before them and surrendered. The smart ones realized that they would be doing their careers no favors to carry resentment or ill-will towards the new golden boy. Will had made his intentions more than abundantly clear. If Mitchell Perry was the new crown prince, it was in their best interests to play the role of courtiers. They saw the handwriting on the wall. The smart ones understood that Mitchell Perry had quite demonstrably gained the complete confidence of Wilson Randolph Mason IV. If it were Mitchell Perry alone, they could have been hoped that Mitchell might be vulnerable. They might have held out the hope that he would make an early, fatal misstep. But the father coupled with the son, who had clearly also captivated the boss, represented an unbeatable combination. Will seemed to enjoy the role of proud grandfather. Including Nick in the conversation only reinforced his preference. He told one and all that Nick was a better golfer than he was, to which Nick always offered a retort and a refutation. Will added that they would see the next day on the golf course. He drew Nicky into the inevitable conversation about golf. The boy handled himself with complete aplomb. He had all the terms down, he spoke with ease. Will also mentioned that Nicky was an ace swimmer. The boy did not refute this assertion. He also admitted that he had gotten back in the pool and that they were going to swim after they played golf. As for any lingering questions or doubts converning Mitchell Perry, the game was over. Game, Set and Match.

This performance had an electrifying effect upon all those present. Some attorneys, seeing exactly which way the wind blew, seethed with resentment. Others took the opposite tact and seeing a fait accompli written in every gesture, every word, surrendered to the new power structure at the firm. Mitchell Perry, partner and board member, represented the new center of power in the office. He was the new power broker. Those intelligent enough to see and process this fact revised their game plans on the spot. Those who understood real politik simply surrendered. They were the smart ones. Those attorneys too blinded by their own egotistical ambition and too jealous to remain objective were to find their careers at Mason, Allworth and Smith cut short. Those who could not accept what was so clearly evident in word, and gesture, were destined for serious disappointment and a career change. Will had been prepared for some resistance from his staff, but he had played his hand with ease and confidence. The game, if there had been one, was up. Any resistance from any attorney meant the bread line awaited him. Anyone those stupid enough to misread what he had so clearly communicated would be sent packing. A new regime had been proclaimed, one with the full support of the primary stock holder and for all purposes owner of the firm. There would be no toleration of anyone who could not or would not accept this reality.

There were women among the staff. Women made up 20% of the attorney pool. They approached the meeting from a very different angle than the men. While not in the majority and therefore somewhat lost in the room, those who had survived the cut throat competition were able and dedicated attorneys. Will appreciated their skills greatly. They too were introduced. Those who were single were well aware that Mitchell Perry was currently unmarried and unattached. While few of the women were as pretty as many of the men were handsome, they could not help but think that perhaps they might be able to catch Mitchell's attention. He was undeniably an extremely good looking man. Some transferred their fantasies of sex with George Clooney on the spot. And it could not but be speculated upon that so handsome a man could be gay, again like the speculation that followed Clooney. Secretly those who were not Lesbians thought of playing the sex card. Even those women who were married could not help but think that an affair might be in the offing. Even among the women strategies churned as the new reality sunk in.

After another ten minutes of introductions and conversation with business now as the focus, Will glanced at his watch. "Hey, it's getting late. I promised Nick a trip up to the cabin." Everyone knew of "the cabin." Many had visited it. "If we are going, we have to push off." He patted little Nick's shoulder. Nick looked up at him adoringly. While Nick had stood patiently and not unhappily with his father and friend, he was glad to hear that Will had not forgotten the trip to the cabin. "We're leaving. Mitch, you have a lot of support in this room. They are the best attorneys on the west coast and I'd put them up against any other firm in America. Have a good meeting. Don't stay too long.. He addressed the assembly. "Thank you all for coming." He spoke softly to Mitchell. "We'll meet you at the house later." He and Mitchell shook hands warmly. "Now, let's see." He spoke to a junior member of the firm. "Perhaps you might wrap up a couple of sandwiches for us. And a couple of bottles of water would be nice. If you don't mind leave them on the Reception Desk. We'll pick them up there. Oh, yes. Nick, I think your jacket is in your father's car." He addressed the gofer again. "Do you mind meeting us at the desk and coming downstairs? We need to get a jacket out of the other car. It'll save time if you bring the keys upstairs." Without waiting for a reply he said, "Thanks." Conversation over. Mitchell handed the keys to the BMW to Will. "I promised Nick we would have a look at my office. See, Nick, I didn't forget. Let's have a look and then we're off to the cabin." Nick took Will's hand. As they walked towards the door Will spoke to several members of the Boeing team, "Have a good meeting." The astonished group watched as Will Mason and the little boy walked down the hall hand in hand and disappeared around the corner.

Mitchell took command. "Ok, everyone grab a coffee or whatever you are having and let's get to work. Those senior partners who were not staying bade their new board member farewell. Every one wished Mitchell good luck. Mitchell led the way to the adjoining room. Mitchell was all business. Meeting on, new boss at the helm.

After a visit to his office, and retrieval of Nick's jacket, Will and Nick settled into the car. Will reached across the seat to help Nick buckle up. Their hands touched. Nick's remained on Will's. Nick caressed his hand. "Will?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I'm a little bit sad to leave Daddy at the meeting. I know…. we had that talk….. but he has so much work to do. There are so many people Daddy doesn't know." He was for the moment sad but remembering his promise, he brightened up. He remembered the talk with his father. "But I'm glad we're together and I know we are supposed to have a good time." He raised Will's hand to his cheek."You've given Daddy so much responsibility, all those new people and everything."

"I have given your father a whole lot of responsibility but I would not have if I did not think he was more than capable. Your father is very, very good at his work. One day you will understand that men like your father want new challenges. It's like you wanting to swim faster and better. It's the challenge that he likes. He is going to be great at this. I would not have given him such a big job if I did not think he was more than able to do it. And," he paused. He reached across the console to pat Nicky's thigh. "remember, he told us to have a good time. He said he would be unhappy if we didn't have fun while you are here in Seattle. That puts a lot of responsibility on me too. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, I can, especially with you. Will, I think you are so wonderful. You were so nice to all those people." The man was somewhat pleasantly startled to hear Nick say that. The boy was nothing if not a careful observer. His boy lover had said he was "Nice." That had not been the direct object of the mission but he was rather pleased to think that his performance had been reviewed so "nicely." Nick had noticed and had approved.

"Thank you. It's easy to be nice when you're with me. You know what I think of you? Everything." He took Nick's hand in his and raised it to his lips. He kissed it. "Let's go. We have our sandwiches and we have your jacket. We won't starve and I won't let you get cold. There's an extra jacket in the boat just in case. We're off! Let's go!"

They turned into traffic and were soon speeding up the interstate highway headed north towards the upper Juan de Fuqua strait. It was a pleasant drive. They had not spent so much time alone, that is without making love. They were relaxed and happy. Will reached into the back seat. He retrieved the sandwiches and the drinks. Mindful that Nick had not eaten since breakfast he set the example. "How about some lunch?" Nick served up the chicken salad sandwiches. There was also a bag of sliced vegetable crudite. From the bottom of the bag he extracted two cans of ginger ale, his personal favorite. To set the proper example Will asked for two sandwiches with the implicit hope that Nick would have another too. He did.

All the while they continued to talk. Nicky's excitement grew as the car sped up the Interstate. They talked of Nicky's school and of his favorite classes, his friends, and of course swimming. Not one word about their relationship was mentioned. Nick touched Will gently several times on the arm. He could not help but admire his handsome lover's handsome face and naturally the boy wanted to express that by touching. He asked Will about his life, his children and his wife. He was a little puzzled about that. As simply as he could, without dwelling on the complicated world of adults, Will was very forthcoming and honest. He explained in more detail his home life, his wife and his children. He and his wife lived as husband and wife in name only. He found this part of their conversation a perfect opportunity to thank the young boy for awakening him to the wonder of life and to its real pleasures. Nick told him that he meant a great deal to him. This moment passed and they talked on. Will had decided to not say too much about the cabin. He thought it would be more fun to allow Nick discover it for himself. He would just let him see for himself. He did not want to spoil what he hoped would be a surprise. But the conversation did turn to the cabin. Will told stories of his adventures there as a boy. As the Nick listened with rapt attention, he grew increasingly excited about their adventure and seeing Will's cabin.

Will had just launched into a story about camping out and what he was sure was a bear when the sign for their exit appeared. Green arrows pointed to Puget Bay Village off ramp. They turned west onto a two lane road. Off the Interstate the scenery became more rural and rustic. Towering trees loomed on either side of the road. Nicky spied his first real log cabin in a clearing. He announced its sighting excitedly. "Will, a cabin!" And then he spied another and another. Four miles [6 km] down the road they passed through the charming town of Puget Bay Village. One and two story clapboard and vertical wood siding buildings with front porches lined the street. Will pointed out the formerly humble Victorian homes with small flower gardens behind their white picket fences. More old houses and bungalows lined the five side streets. Some were painted white and others were done up in gayer colors. On Main Street the commercial buildings were decked out. Many had been transformed into smart shops, gift shops, one Pizza parlor, several restaurants, and a fishing tackle shop. There was also an Orvis store and an LL Bean outlet going head to head. It was obvious that Puget Bay Village had been "discovered" by Seattle. What had been a modest town dependent on a saw mill and fishing had undergone a metamorphosis. The town had been reborn as a weekend getaway and second home town.

Traffic moved slowly through the town. Nick, alert to the passing scene, observed everything with interest. They stopped at the single traffic light. Two restaurants occupied converted houses on two corners. On the third was and old post office/town hall. Will was about to speak when Nicky exclaimed. "Will look! There's a sign that says your name on it. See, it says Mason Road!" Nick pointed at it. "Is that you?"

"Not me exactly. My great grandfather was one of the men who laid out the town. In fact it was on his property. He owned the saw mill. So he named one of the streets after himself." Will chuckled.

"Gosh. A street named after you! Wow!" Little Nick was truly impressed and indeed he was wowed.

Just outside of town they turned left onto a gravel road. A rusty sign ventilated by buck shot announced, "Marina." The road led down through a tall grass to a marina. The car bumped along, rounded a rise and came down into an large open area beside an inlet. On the left lay the harbor and piers. A fleet of sail boats bobbed up and down in the water. Bright buoys marked their slots. A dense forest of Douglas firs lined the far shore. The tall trees cast long shadows across the water. The water was inky black-blue and it appeared cold. An old saw mill stood abandoned, forlorn and neglected in a clearing. It was swathed in vines. On the marina side several piers for motor and fishing boats jutted out in the water. There was not a person in sight. Around the gravel and dirt lot boats lay on their sides or keel up. They were in various states of repair or disrepair. Some appeared to have been abandoned and left to decay. Two large open sheds stood against the far side of the yard. Boats of every sort, canoes, kayaks, small fishing boats filled the triple-deck storage slots. In front of each shed a gantry stood in silent readiness to retrieve boats from the storage racks. Several other buildings, in various stages of disrepair, were scattered across the yard.

Will pulled the car up in front of a small building plastered with signs offering "Ice." Icicles dripped off the letters. A sign that read "Bait," an old CocaCola sign and an Esso sign held the building together. A light shone through the grungy windows. As they pulled up in front of the shack, a large man in overalls emerged from the building. Will rolled down his window.

"You're right on time. I put the boat in this morning just like you asked. I give it a good going over. It's looking pretty good." He pointed towards the dock.

"Great. We'll be right there. Mind if we park right here?"

The man shrugged. "Nope."

Will pulled the car up beside the shack. "Ready?" Will put his hand on Nick's thigh. He squeezed lightly. "Don't forget your jacket. I'll get the sandwiches. Hungry?" Nick shook his head. Clearly delighted to be in such an interesting place with Will, the boy jumped out of the car. He grabbed his jacket from the back seat, it was a bit chilly. He ran around to Will's side of the car.

"Gee, Will, this is really neat. I want to see your boat. Let's get going!" Will grabbed the bag of sandwiches from the back seat.

"I'm ready. You got your jacket? It's going to be cold out on the water. The boat's right down on the wharf." Will pointed towards the water. There was only one boat tied alongside the pier.

"That's it?!" The boy's voice was one of disbelief but also excitement.

"Yes. That's it."

"Wow. I didn't expect a boat like that. That one right there?" Nick pointed at the sole boat docked at the pier. "That's a real boat and it's old! Wow!" The boat in question, the one that Nicky could not believe Will owned was a vintage 1928 wooden hull Chris Craft. The boat bobbed serenely in the water. It had two compartments and a sleek tapered aft deck. The cushions on the seats were upholstered in dark green canvas with burgundy trim. A Flag fluttered jauntily from the aft flag pole. Nick took Will's hand and literally tugged him along. "That's a real boat, Will. This is your boat?!" It indeed was and Will was delighted that his "boat" had achieved such a response in the little boy. Nick's surprise and evident delight in the "boat" was exactly the response Will had hoped for. The boy pulled Will across the boat yard. He could not wait for a closer look. He was beyond excited. The marina keeper who was not about to admit that the boat was anything out of the ordinary followed behind them.

They walked out onto the pier. Nicky's excitement was palatable. It was indeed a spectacular boat, a perfect example of Chris Craft motor boats at their best, when Chris Craft built pleasure boats of unparalleled beauty, refinement and luxury. It was the Rolls Royce Silver Cloud of pleasure boats, representing a golden era of pleasure boating during the interwar years before it succumbed to post-war popular boating. It represented an era of leisure and luxury when people motored across lakes to their summer "cabins" in real style. In every detail it was completely dissimilar from the vulgar yachts of today. It represented the epitome of the inter-war years when sleek boats sped across the freshwater lakes, inlets and bays of America. They were the sine qua non of speed, luxury and upper class, nautical chic, of life spent at vacation homes on the water. The loving manner in which the boat had been maintained over the years made it an archetype of the inboard motor open cabin cruise. It was in mint condition. It was clear that three generations of Masons had lovingly maintained it, grandfather, father and son. It was an integral part of the family's history and its lore. If Will had one moment of vanity, it lay in this boat.

The boy and the man stood beside it on the dock. Will looked at it with quiet pride. The boat was indeed a perfect example of its type and Will had to admit that it was very fine. He was quietly, inordinately proud of it. He associated it with the most pleasant memories of his childhood and of summers on the island and of life on the Sound. He was as proud of the boat as other men are of vintage cars. Nick stared at it in wonder. It was like no boat he had ever seen before. He gazed at the glowing mahogany deck, , the sleek raked aft, and at the two compartments. It was a thing of wonder. That it belonged to the adored Will made it even more wondrous. Nick ran towards the aft. Across its tapered stern in a lovely soft arc was printed the word "Tsiashian" in golden letters. Below the name of the boat, in smaller gold letters was the word "Seattle." Nicky tried to stutter a pronunciation of the name of the boat. He looked to Will for help. Will had to laugh. "It's a real tongue twister." He slowly pronounced the name "Shiashan." "I think the best thing to do is just say it and don't look at the word." He knelt down beside the boy. "Let's say it together." Slowly they pronounced "Shiashan" together, once and then again.

"What is it Will? Does it mean something?"

"In fact it does have a meaning in the Indian language. It is the name of the original Indian tribe that lived around here and on my island. Some of them still live around here, not many but a few. They called themselves "People of the Shores. That is what 'Tsiashian' means in their language."

"Wow!" exclaimed Nick in true wonder. He pronounced "Shiashan" again, testing his pronunciation. Will nodded in approval.

"You got it."

"You ready?" Will jumped on board. He stepped off the seat onto the floor of the front compartment. "Here, let me help you on board." He spread his arms. With sure hands he grasped little Nick around the waist and swept him up and in a clean lift brought him aboard. The little boy landed on the seat. He too was now aboard. "Welcome aboard, matey." Nick laughed. He had never been called "matey" before. He loved it. "How about we get your jacket on?" Will shook out Nick's little brown and red Pendleton wool plaid jacket and held it open for the boy. Nick put his arms through. Will adjusted it and buttoned it up. "Snug? One other thing." Will opened the side compartment and extracted a life jacket. Nick made a face.

"Will, I don't need that. I'm a swimmer." He shook his head.

Thinking fast on his feet Will explained. "I'm gonna wear one too. That water is very cold. Even really good swimmers like you would not last long. I always wear one. And it's the law up here." That last fact impressed Nicky. Will extracted an adult-sized bright orange life jacket from the compartment under the forward deck. You know you're a very special guy and I'm 100% responsible for you. I don't want anything to happen. This is more insurance than anything else, for both of us Whatever Will wanted was holy writ. Nick acquiesced. Will helped Nick into his jacket. He helped him buckle the toggles and made sure they were secure. "These might even keep us a bit warmer." He put on his own orange life jacket. "We're ready to shove off." Will sat down on the right. Nick, very excited, sat close beside him. He could not wait to be off. He stared at the console in wonder. The chrome trim on the dials gleamed. The indicator arrows sat on Zero.

Will nodded to the yardman who had remained as mute as a sphinx. The man finally spoke as if it were an afterthought. "Oh yeah, almost forgot," he scratched the side of his head. "Beale," everyone called the caretaker by his last name," come over about an hour ago. Said you didn't need him. He's gone the opposite way up there to Ketchcan. Said if you wanted anything done to just leave a note on the table. Oh, yeah, says everything is done too, and some stuff to eat if you want it."

Will nodded. "We'll be fine." In fact everything was just fine. He was sitting in the boat with the object of his specific attention. He was excited to have his beautiful little boy to himself and he was about to introduce him to his island cabin. It could not be better. He leaned down and whispered conspiratorially to his sweet boy. "You ready?" Nicky nodded excitedly. "Then let's cast off." The man untied the lines and threw them to Will who stood, caught them and drew them into the cock pit. The man knelt and gave the boat a push away from the dock. Will sat down and turned the ignition key. The Ford V-8 motor sprang to life. A gurgle and a spray erupted from the aft of the boat. That was followed by a puff of blue smoke from the exhaust. Nick half-turned around in his seat. It was all very exciting, a completely excellent adventure. And he was with his adored Will. Nothing could be better, nothing. Will threw the boat into reverse and backed into the open water. He shifted into Forward. The Chris Craft sliced cleanly trough the inky waters.

Nick was quietly very excited. He snuggled up close to Will. He looked at the dials which had jumped to life. He asked Will about them. As the boat made its way out of the harbor, past the stone jetty Will gave Nick a quick tutorial. He edged the throttle forward. The arrows on the dials jumped again as they picked up speed. As they neared the open water, the shadows the trees cast gave way to bright afternoon sunshine. "You have your shades?" Will popped open the compartment beside the tachometer and extracted a pair of Porsche sunglasses. Nick was quick to find is "shades" in his knapsack. While the sunglasses were meant to protect their eyes from the sun and the reflections of it the bright light on the water, they imparted a new level of cool on the inhabitants of the boat.

As they entered the open Sound, Will gave Nick the high sign and gunned the boat. The prow rose up out of the water as the boat surged forward. Nicky could not see over the bow. The boat remained almost suspended high above the light chop and then as the Ford V8 pushed the boat forward it began to plane off and skim above the waves. The boat picked up spped until it was fairly flying across the water. Nicky was beside himself. The wind whipped his hair into a fine froth as it did Will's. Nick was ecstatic. He yellowed above the wind and engine. "Will, this is the most fun. We really are going fast!" Will tapped the dial of the speedometer. It read 38 MPH. They were indeed powering through the water.

"Yeah, this old boat still has it. This is pretty fast on the water!" He put his arm around the boy and drew him yet closer. "You warm enough?" Nick nodded vigorously. The choppy waves sent up a fine spray on both sides of the boat. Occasionally a wave broke and sent a spray over the open compartment. "You're not afraid? I could pull up on the throttle."

"No," the boy yelled. "This is the best! Will, this is more than I thought. Is there really a cabin too?" Will nodded vigorously. Indeed Nick was having the time of his life. And besides, it was all very interesting as well as fun. He was quick to notice everything. The eastern shore of the Sound rapidly receded behind them. The shore grew smaller and more distant. Other boats were on the Sound. None were as glorious as the Tsiashian. Several sail boats, beating against the wind, raced along in the near distance. Several fishing boats bobbed in the water. They waved and one blasted its horn. Nick and Will waved back as they passed. They sped past another boat. Ahead Nicky could see an archipelago of small islands and islets. Their rocky shores rose steeply from the water. Above the tide-washed rock rocks clung to the sides of the islands. They towered above and cast afternoon shadows over the channel. Several islands had small clearings on the shore. Isolated, small cabins sat in them.

"Those are fishing cabins," Will pointed them out. The boat sped ahead. He guided the boat skillfully around several larger islands. They entered open water again. Above the roar of the engine, Will shouted. "See, over there? That island." Nick sat up. Will kept his arm protectively around him. He nodded to the right and ahead.

"Yes," Nick nodded.

"That's where we're headed to. That's my island." In the distance an island larger than the others, and set apart from the atoll they were passing through, loomed. It was indeed bigger than the other islands. It was a more prominent landmark in the Sound. Nick unself-consciously thrust his hand between Will's legs. He felt Will's thighs through his corduroy pants. It was warm in there and he liked the feeling, the intimacy. Will let his lover's hand stay right there nestled in his crotch. It felt good and intimate to him also. His cock stirred, he shifted and adjusted his pants. Nick's hand stayed buried between his legs, right in his crotch. The boat sped ahead and in 10 minutes the true size of the island became apparent. As they neared it, Nick spotted a shallow cove, actually it was more like an indentation in the shoreline. As they drew closer to the protective leeward side of the island the water calmed. One arm of the island wrapped around them, protecting the cove from the open water. The wind also lessened. The boat glided effortlessly and cleanly through the water. They rapidly approached the inlet. Giant trees lined the shore. Out of the wind, except for the sound of the engine, and the faint whispering of the wind in the trees quiet descended. It was as if they were approaching a newly discovered place. Except for the high pier jutting into the water and the floating dock below it, there was not a sign of human habitation. Will pulled back on the throttle. The boat slowed. The prow knifed glided through the water as they approached the pier. The pier grew in size and scale as they neared it. Giant cross-braced pilings held it up. Will cut back the throttle almost to a stop. The boat slowed to a glide as they approached the floating pier which bobbed gently below the larger structure. Nick observed everything with concentrated interest. Will pulled back on the throttle and shifted into neutral. He switched off the engine. They glided silently to the pier. As they came in Will grabbed a piling and brought the boat to a smooth docking. "Nick, there are some white buoys under the deck. All too happy to be of use Nick dove under the prow and retrieved two white lozenge buoys. "

"These?"

"Good, First Mate. I'll get us tied up and then we'll get you on the dock." He tied the buoys to the side of the boat. He threw the lines over onto the dock. He jumped onto the pier and secured the boat to the dock. "How about the sandwiches? I think we have to have one or two left." He pointed to the food. Nick handed the bag over. "And your backpack." Nick handed that across too. The boy could not disguise his excitement. He hoped he was next. "Welcome!" Will reached out, arms open. Nick stood on the seat as his lover scooped him up and lifted him onto the dock. In his excitement Will kissed Nick on the cheek. Nick returned the kiss, mouth to mouth. The boy looked around. He was almost speechless but not quite. "Will, this is very neat!" Will too was excited. He loved his island greatly. He visited it all too infrequently and he was glad to be back. That he was sharing it with Nick made the occasion all the more pleasant.

"I have to agree. It is pretty neat. I've been coming here since I was littler than you." Out of the wind and the sound of the engine, the quiet of the isolated island enveloped them. They were truly alone. The island's magical spell enveloped them. Will knelt to help Nick out of his life jacket. He could not resist. He tenderly kissed Nick on the lips. Nick returned his kiss with his own. He put his arms around Will's neck. They lingered. Will stood. He tossed their life jackets into the rear compartment of the boat. "The cabin is up the shore. It's a bit of a walk. Will led the way up the steep stairs. The stairway bobbed up and down as the gentle waves rocked the floating dock. They reached the upper pier.

"We have everything? I think we do. Let's go." Nick took Will's hand. They stepped off the dock and started down an old pathway that curled through the forest. The sun disappeared only to be glimpsed through the towering canopy. They walked along the wide pathway. It was rather spongy underfoot. Moss clung to the rocks that in some places bordered it. Ferns covered the forest floor. Several other paths led in other directions. As they walked along, happy in each other's company and delighted to be on such an adventure, Will told Nick of life on the island when he was a child and of how much he loved it. He loved camping out and cookouts and swimming in the icy water. He explained where the other paths led and promised that they would explore them all when they returned for the weekend.

They continued their walk along. Occasionally Nick spotted a small building among the trees. And then they reached an opening with a number of wood buildings neatly arrayed around an open court. To the other side farther along the tidier, manicured path Nick spied a much larger house. "Will, I think I see it! Is that the cabin?"

"It is. We're almost here." Nick pulled Will along the path. They were both in high gear. In another twenty-five yards the path opened up and there before them across an open needle strewn lawn with the "cabin" in all its resplendent glory. It was far form the rude structures illustrated in the Lewis and Clark story book. It was a substantial and imposing edifice, a story and a half tall with a high peaked green shade cedar roof and dormer windows. It was simply beautiful, rustic yes, but a thing of great beauty. The window sashes and mullions were painted a dark forest green as was the front door. Real shutters of a slightly paler green framed all the windows. For all its magnificence it was a log cabin. But it was a log cabin like few others. They stood together looking at it. The main façade was imposing enough. It was in its rustic way, quite beautiful and it was immaculately maintained. Projecting from the main façade were two wings set a slight forward angle to the main part of the house. They enclosed the forecourt and protected it from the sea which lay all around the southern peninsula of the island. On either side through the stand of trees Nick could see the dark blue water of the Sound dancing in the late afternoon sun. the sun reflected against the water flickered prismatically through the trees. The water appeared a glittering jewel. Nick was for once speechless. His silence said it all. As they approached the porch he spoke in awe.

"This is a lot more than Lewis and Clark! This is your cabin? It's as big as our house at home!"

"Yep, it is my cabin. I'm not sure it is as big as your house. Come on, let's have a look inside. They mounted the split log steps and crossed the porch that stretched along the front of the main façade. Will opened the heavy craftsman style door and ushered Nick across the threshold. Nick was again speechless. Before him lay a wonderland, a room guaranteed to capture a boy's imagination. It was a large double height living room, dining room, baronial in proportion, made of old growth Douglas fir logs. At one end of the room there rose an enormous stone fireplace on a raised stone hearth. The stone chimney rose the full height of the room. The room had been furnished with rustic furniture in the arts and crafts style. Some of it had been made on the island, others pieces by Seattle craftsmen. A huge dining table made of wide thick planks of northwestern virgin fir with rough log- hewn rush seated chairs commanded one end of the room. Over it hung an enormous double tier wrought iron chandelier. On the living room side two comfortable old 9 ft. sofas and two arm chairs framed the fireplace. Red and black Navaho carpets covered the dark wide plank floors. Will switched on the lights. The chandeliers cast a beautiful light onto the rooms. Wonderful things sat on the coffee tables, fossilized shells, and Indian weapons covered in trade beads lay in interesting patterns on the table. The book case shelves not only held books of local intrest but also northwestern woven baskets and beautiful low fired storage pots from the various tribes that had once inhabited this land. Equally wonderful 19th c. landscape paintings hung on the walls. Crowning the whole ensemble an enormous bull elk head took pride of place above the fireplace mantle. Will took Nick's hand. "What do you think?"

"Will, it's so cool. This is awesome! It's the best." Will was pleased that his island cabin met with Nick's approval.

"See that elk." Nick nodded. How could one not notice the elk. "His name is Jed. He's lived here longer than I have. He's getting on in years. A couple of years ago we had him looked at. He's doing better, we are assured he has another 75-80 years in him, we hope. Jed is the official mascot of the camp. Things would not be the same without him. Come on let's check the rest of the cabin out." Will walked to the wall opposite the front door. It was one long line of French doors. Will opened the center set of doors. A breeze swept through the room." Come on, let's have a look at the view." Nick was almost immobile. He had remained rooted to a spot near the front door. He had never seen such a place in his young life. He could not take it in. His neck swiveled up down, side to side as he took in the panorama of the room. It was more than a little boy could take in. Rather timidly he walked across the room. Will seeing his reticence, scooped him up in his arms and as his father had earlier in the day, he tickled him and nuzzled his neck. That broke the ice. Gales of laughter and high glee erupted from the boy."

"Will this is the most wonderful place I've been to. You didn't tell me….." his voice trialed of fin more laughter."

"Well, sweetheart, I have to have a few surprises for you. You like it?" He wanted to hear it again.

"Yes! Let's go look at the rest. What's through there?" He pointed to a wood-framed door that led to a corridor."

"We will, but first let's have a look at the back porch."

Nick wrapped his legs around Will's waist. He nestled up close to him. He kissed his lover on the cheek. Will carried him out onto the porch. Together they stood in silence and gazed out over the 10 yard wide "back yard" at the Puget Sound. Will spoke almost in a whisper. "I never get tired of this view." Sail boats, tilted at rakish angles, flashed across the horizon. The water danced like diamonds. High sparse cumulus clouds soared across the sky. It was a simply dazzling sight. "We learned to sail off this point. The boats are still in the boat shed. I haven't really sailed in years. I'm so glad to show this to you." Even for so little a boy, Nick understood what this place meant to Will.

"Will, it's beautiful. Is there a bathroom? I have to pee."

Will shook himself from his quiet reverie. "Yes, right down that hall you wanted to look into." He kissed Nick again, he stroked his lovely cheek. The boy was radiant in the afternoon light, simply beautiful. Will kissed him and put him down tenderly. They went inside. Will showed him the bathroom and turned on the light for him. When you're done, I'll be in the kitchen. Its right down there. He pointed to the end of the hall. In a minute Nick reappeared. He was all curiosity and interest. He found Will staring into the open refrigerator door. Nick came over and stood beside him also examining the contents of the old refrigerator. "How about a drum stick and then some berries. A large bowl of heaping boysenberries invited eating. A jug of cream sat beside them. Nick thought cold fried chicken was a very good idea. Soon they were having a real picnic at the kitchen table and for dessert Will heaped boysenberries into soup bowls and added the thick cream.

"Now let's look at the rest of the house." They returned to the great room down the stairs and crossed over to the other hall. Will showed him the small sitting room and the solarium at the end of the hall. They climbed the stairs to the second floor. Will showed Nick the small bedrooms in this wing. They crossed over along a hall lined with windows that gave another even more splendid view of the Sound and down another hall. The master bedroom suite, which Will now occupied as his bedroom, lay on this side of the house. The bedroom was large and comfortable and like the rest of the house wore its age well. It had not been redecorated in years. A large log bed dominated the room.

"This is your room," the boy looked around in wonder. This was Will's room. "It's a very big bed." Nick sat on the bed, and gave it a bounce. He looked around again. Will stood looking out the window. He was in turmoil. He did not want to impose anything on the sweet boy, but there time together was so short. He could not dispel his desire and his need. Nick sat patiently watching his lover.

"Will?"

"Yes?" Will remained facing the window.

"Will, will you please kiss me. I want to kiss you." Will, turned, relieved. He crossed the room and leaned down and kissed the boy's upturned face. He sat down bedide him. Nick touched his thigh. It felt so good and so warm. Will, the man in charge, the man used to wielding his considerable power, had grown shy. He looked down to the floor. Nick kissed him again, put his arms around his neck and kissed him openly and passionately again. He fell back onto the bed, taking them both with him. Will relaxed and surrendered. Any qualms melted away in the radiant company of his boy. He liked being seduced. The knowledge that Nick was the initiator quieted any moral qualms he might have still harbored They kissed and they fondled each other. They explored each other with growing passion. They made out. Finally they were truly alone and their love making was unrushed. Finally they were able to explore and to enjoy each other openly. They were free to express themselves. They now knew each other, the other's body and their lips and mouths. That in no way lessened their mutual passion. Familiarity only made their love making hotter and more possessive. Nick sat up. He rolled over onto Will's chest. Their bodies pressed tightly together. The boy could feel Will's rigid cock through his clothing. He wanted it. But he was in no hurry. He pushed against his lover's crotch. His own boy cock was stiff. He rubbed against Will's crotch. Will buried his head on Nick's shoulder. He inhaled his lovely clean scent. Nick felt the man's hot breath on his neck. They kissed again and again, open mouthed, tongues playing with tongues, hot and heavy. Will's need only grew. He wanted sex, he wanted to cum. His need was as urgent as it had been the morning in the pool house. His cock demanded orgasm. Silently Will thought about that need and he marveled that he wanted sex again so soon. He allowed himself to enjoy his new found virility. He was a new reborn sword-meister, a stud and he wanted sex. His hard cock throbbed with the urgency of his need.

Nick sat up again. Will gazed at him tenderly. Silently Nick began to unbutton his shirt. In the calm unhurried atmosphere of the bedroom he took his time. He stripped off his shirt. Will gazed at him silently as he went about this work. Nick tossed his shirt onto the floor. He leaned down and kissed Will again. Will reached out and laid his palm on the boy's naked chest. An electric sexual jolt shot through him. He had not actually had the opportunity to touch and explore Nick's body in their previous love making. Touching Nick's lovely, boy-body sent jolts through him. Nick continued to kiss his lover; he encouraged Will's strong manly hands. He placed his hand over his lover's and guided it towards his belly. Will could have come then and there. He stretched his hand across Nick's lovely smooth and taut belly. It was electrifying. He moaned softly. He could have cum.

Nick pulled back again. He motioned for Will to sit up. Silently he pulled Will's sweater up and over his head. He tossed it to the floor to join his shirt. As Will watched in silence he unbuttoned his shirt. He touched his bare chest. He slid the shirt off his shoulders and chucked it to join the growing heap on the floor. Nick pushed Will back on to the bed, gently and insistently. He gazed in admiration at his lover chest, his torso. He leaned down and kissed him on the chest. He lingered and kissed him again. His mouth played on Will's chest and then ventured down to his belly. Will lay back. He closed his eyes and let new sensations engulf him. Charged sexual sensations swept over him and settled in his dick. He teetered on the edge. Never had he felt such sensations. They coursed through him. He did not want to come, no yet. He forced himself back from the orgasmic precipice. He shut his eyes and let Nick have his way. Never in his life had he been sexually objectified. It was an entirely new feeling. Never had he surrendered to the love making of another, man or woman. A new awareness, a realization that he was desired for his manly sexiness, for his body, and that he was very sexually desirable swept over him. Nick liked his body and he wanted it. He also made it quite clear that he thought he was very, very physically attractive, all of him. For a man of 52 years, this was a very new experience. The little boy's admiration of and desire for his body gratified him greatly and it made him hot.

Nick's mouth worked lower. He kissed and caressed Will's raging pole which lay invitingly under the layers of his pants and underwear. His tender mouth expertly explored Will's hidden cock. Even buried Nick's mouth could feel its potency. The boy's love making was slow, deliberate and expert. He knew what a man was about and how to make love with expert finesse. He was in no hurry. Will continued to fight off waves of urgent desire. That he could control his need pleased him. He was a man, not a boy. He knew self-control. They were making love, an entirely different thing than simple sexual gratification. Making love to this divine, perfect little boy meant more to him than simply shooting a load. They shared a deep and growing emotional connection, a forbidden desire, yes, but desires felt. Their desire was entirely mutual. Both wanted to touch and caress and kiss the other. Their love making was mutual and intensely gratifying. It was an entirely new sensation for him and he fought to prolong it and to be a good lover. He struggled to contain his desire to have an orgasm. That only intensified his desire.

Nick, who had definite ideas of what he wanted and who remained completely in charge, slowly began to unbuckle Will's belt. He raised his head and gazed frankly into his lover's eyes as his hands worked. He opened Will's pants and slowly, deliberately unzipped his zipper. He pealed his trousers way. He gazed upon Will's stiff man cock. It lay ever so invitingly barely hidden, in sharp relief beneath the cotton of his underpants. It strained to leap out of his briefs. Nick lifted the underpants waist. The full gorgeous head of Will's cock sprang free. Will did not move. Nick reached into his underpants and claimed Will's cock. He caressed Will's raging pole. His cock head was so beautiful so manly and so potent. They stared into each other's eyes. Will had long ago surrendered to the boy. Nick could do with him as he wished. Nick was clearly in charge and that too sent a charge through his cock. At long last at his age, he knew what real sexual desire was. He had never experienced such electrifying sensations in his life. Physical desire, emotional need and strong psychological urges had finally joined. It had been a long time coming. Sexual energy coursed through him.

Nick slid off the bed. Will's questioning eyes followed him. Silently he began to peel the remainder of his clothes. He took Will's hand and gently tugged him off the bed. Following Nick's example Will too began to strip. He hesitantly stepped out of his trousers. His underpants which pressed against his cock came next. He became strangely shy, like a new lover. He caught himself having a nanosecond of self-doubt and then dropped his underpants. He hopped on one foot and stumbled as he tossed his u-trow aside. Nick meanwhile had also stripped. They stood next to the bed, both naked, both wanting the other and both with erections. Will's mature, man meat jutted out long and powerful from his belly. Without a moment of hesitation Nick resumed what he had so purposefully begun. He wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and pressed against him. Will's cock pressed against his chest. He kissed Will's belly, he pressed harder. He delicately wiggled sideways, feeling Will's hot cock against his chest.

"Will, pick me up, please, I have to kiss you." Will swept his precious boy into his arms. Nicky locked his legs around Will's waist and his arms around his neck. They kissed long and passionately. Will's strong arms encircled the boy, and held him secure. Their kissing grew more urgent as if they wanted to consume each other. Now Nick pressed his little dick against Will's chest. Will pressed back. Nick tossed his head back and Will made love to his neck, his shoulders and his face again. He covered Nick's face with hot, breathless kisses. He wanted to consume his lover, to let him know how he felt, how the boy made him feel. It was an impossible desire, but his passion consumed him. Slowly he spun around and deposited them both onto the bed again. They disentwined. Nick guided his lover up onto the bed. Will eagerly obliged. They were had finally arrived at making love in bed. The eager lover crouched on his knees above Nick. Supporting himself on his arms he kissed lovely Nick again. Nick caressed his arms. He felt Will's taut muscles and ran his hands along his lower arms. Delicately ran his hands over the pale brown hair on his arms. Will was simply the sexiest of men. Slowly Will kissed down the boy's chest, his arms, his belly and finally his smooth crotch. With not a moment of hesitation, completing the what his mouth wanted to do, he took Nick's pretty boy cock into his mouth. With this action which Will had often contemplated they crossed a line into a new realm of love making. Will gently blew Nick. While the boy had experienced sucking cock with Coach it had been a short interval and had not often been repeated. Will insistently blew the boy. Nick's sweet little hairless cock remained rock hard. Will thought that he might explode. He could hardly think, indeed had no need to think, but he knew sucking Nicky's pretty cock was what he wanted. It was revelatory, an ecstatic experience. He had come close once at Yale to having oral sex, one drunken night. He had not forgotten the time when his best friend blew him and had wanted a blow job in return. It had been a missed opportunity. He had thought more than once of that night so many years ago. The idea had not repulsed him. The idea and his curiosity had remained vivid but he had simply been too drunk to reciprocate. In his interior life, the episode remained, an unfulfilled vague desire. He had thought he would like to try it again, but he had never acted on that urge.

After his first encounter with Nick he had wondered where their relationship would take them. He had hoped he would want to suck the boy. In the heat of their love making it had come naturally to him. He did not think about it at all, he acted on his desire at that moment and did it. No thought other than a desire to have Nick as close as he could entered his mind. This forbidden act sent shivers straight to his cock. If he had touched his cock then, he would have shot on the spot. His cock throbbed between his legs. For his part Nick loved Will's mouth on his small dick. It was as close to orgasm as he would come. Shivers too, shot through him. He stretched to get more comfortable and he gazed at the top of his lover's beautiful head. He played his hands through Will's beautiful salt and pepper hair as the older man sucked his dick. Will could not resist fondling Nick's pretty smooth little sack. Nothing was forbidden. This too sent thrills through the boy. Will looked up. He needed visual confirmation that Nicky liked what he had done. Silently Nick pulled him up and covered his face in kisses. He sat up and pulled Will to him. He played with his chest, and even his nipples which though not big, instantly grew hard. Nicky had fondled his nipples in the pool house and that he had liked it surprised Will. He had no real idea that men's nipples were sexual. Without stopping his insistent kissing the boy reached between Will's legs and took his stiff rod in his hand. He held it firmly possessively. Will's cock pulsed in Nick's firm grasp. Will winced. "I may shoot, sweetheart. You are so beautiful. I have never felt like this, ever. I want you so, all of you, I can't tell you how much I want to be with you."

The boy remained silent. He slipped out from under Will and gestured that he wanted Will to lie down on his back. Anticipating something he could not have dreamed three weeks previously, he settled down onto his back. The pillows on the bed supported his head. Nick looked at him with grave eyes. From that first encounter in his kitchen at home he had thought Will the handsomest, sexiest man. And here he was naked beside him. Nick slowly lowered his mouth to Will's chest. He kissed it and then he shifted. He carefully tossed one leg over his lover's abdomen He did not want to hurt him. He was careful. He straddled him. His pretty little pole stood out hard against lower belly. It glistened from Will's sucking. He was mesmerized. Will lay still. His man hands enveloped the boy's sweet little cock and jerked it. Nick leaned forward and offered his mouth to his lover. They again almost literally swallowed each other. Their kissing, at which they had both become expert, was deep, passionate and complete. Will's cock, ever hard and agonizingly needy, brushed up against the boy's pretty ass. Nick feeling it, slowly sat back. Taking Will's cock between the two pretty lobes of his bum, he settled lightly on it and began rocking forward and back. It came naturally to him. It felt good. Riding man cock was and entirely new sensation. He had never tired that with Coach. Will had to exert every power had to keep from cumming. The new leisure of their love making, fostered by the privacy and security of the place fostered a confidence in him that allowed him to truly let go. This new feeling of utter privacy fostered his self-confidence. Their undisturbed privacy allowed him to truly relax. It allowed him to concentrate fully on their love making and that created a new unwary and free attitude in him. This freedom fueled him excited him beyond anything he had felt before. That level of heightened excitement kept him on the edge. His cock was too hot. The cum in his balls demanded release. Will thought once again that he could cum at that moment. He tried to pull Nicky off his cock. The boy would have none of it. He instinctively wanted Will's hot dick, and he wanted it in his mouth.

Slowly Nick raised up and with both arms supporting his little body he slid down Will's torso. He gently spread Will's legs. He knelt between them. He knew what he wanted. He kissed down Will's belly, slowly almost lazily and then he buried his nose in his pubic hair. He kissed him there. Pubic hair was intensely manly and sexual to the boy. He had played with Coach's man hair and had done what he did now. But smelling Will's hair and kissing his belly, tracing his think pale treasure trail down to his crotch with his mouth and tongue was indescribably more erotic to him than anything he had done with Coach. He took Will's 8 ½" man pole in his small hand and delicately pushed it to the side. While his tongue worked on Will's crotch he gently massaged his cock. Will tensed. He was so close; he fought the urgent need to cum. He fought to prolong his delicious agony. Nick kissed that magical crease where Will's legs met his crotch. His pubic hair abruptly ended there and Nick savored the feel of Will's taut smooth skin on his lips. He buried his mouth there and then he bathed his groin with his tongue. Finally and with slow purposefulness he grasped Will's cock again. With his other hand he ventured to his man sack and caressed his balls. They were big man balls. The sack was tight against the base of his cock. Will's big balls sat perfectly in that smooth bag, one on either side of the base of his cock. Nick stared at it in wonder. He lifted his lover's big hungry cock and lowered his mouth onto it. Will was in agony. The very thought much less the actual act of being blown by Nick almost drove him over the edge. Nick expertly took that supreme object of fascination and of male potency into his mouth. He could not manage it all but he applied his warm and luscious mouth to Will's perfect, full cockhead. He kissed it and dropped spittle onto it. The head glistened. And then still grasping his meaty man shaft he ran his tongue down the pipe, that pipe that was the source of the sticky white cum that announced male pleasure and which was the ultimate sign of male sexuality. Will tensed again. He was so close and could not hold out much longer. Nick knew that. He knew men well. He knew that he had the power to bring Will to shooting, spurting climax whenever he chose. He ran his tongue up Will's swollen cock again. He savored its smooth rigid potent maleness. He wanted it and he wanted Will. He held Will's rigid cock up in one small hand. He supported himself with the other. And then he lowered his head close to it. He paused. He breathed his hot sweet breath on it. He inhales Will's aroma. And then slowly he lowered mouth onto that magical hard rock again. This time he did not pull back. He took as much of Will's cock as he could into his hot wet mouth. He sucked Will's cock expertly. He took as much as he could take into his mouth. The intensity of the boy's sweet mouth brought Will to the last precipice. The warmth, the softness of the boy's mouth, the fact that it was Nick's mouth drove him to the edge. He tensed and half sat up. He took Nick's head in his hands. His cock jumped in the boy's mouth. Nick insistently sucked him off. As he tensed again, He gently pulled Nick's mouth off his cock just as an eruption of hot white cum shot from his cock. He lifted Nick's head up and gazed into his eyes. He tensed and a second glob oozed from his pee slit. He could barely speak. But he was not too gone to think that he had had two explosive multiple orgasms in one day. Yeah, he was a stud. He was good sex and he was a great lover.

"Nick, Nick….." It was simply impossible for him to speak. What could be say? Their actions had said everything that was important. The boy knew what his lover felt. He knew how important male orgasm was. He calmly raised himself up and lowered himself onto Will's chest. He too was happy. He laid his head on Will's chest cum and all. He could feel Will's heart racing. Will caressed his lovely hair. All was silent. Contentment surrounded them. They said nothing. They lay together, two satisfied happy lovers. Words were simply inadequate and far too complicated. Nick relaxed fully and let his full weight rest on Will's chest. They were indescribably happy. Neither felt the need to move. Will's eyes closed. He allowed himself to just feel, to feel Nick's lovely body resting on his, to let himself feel connection and contentment. Their love making had been simply beyond description, certainly beyond what they had done before. They had finally been able to expressed themselves fully and openly in this most private place. They drifted off for several minutes listening to each other and to the silence of their private world. Finally Will stirred. As much as he wanted to remain there, just the two of them, he knew that was impossible. The day grew late. He felt a chill. The rays of the sun cast long low beams across the floor of the bedroom. The afternoon was giving way to sunset. He kissed Nick on his head. He nuzzled his lovely hair. "Darling, we have to get up." Nick stirred lazily. As reluctant as they both were to break the spell, it was indeed late. Nick stirred and half sat up. He smiled at his lover. He knew that they had to get up. They had to go. "Stay here a minute." He lifted Nick and rolled out from under him. Nick pay contentedly on the bed. Will stretched languidly. He stared at Nick's lovely thin back and his pretty boy ass. He walked into the bathroom. Nick heard water being turned on. Will returned with a robe. He leaned down and kissed Nick on the ear. Nick lazily rolled off the bed and stood as Will wrapped him in the robe. "I have a shower going. It should be nice and warm by now. I'll be right in." They kissed tenderly. Nick disappeared into the bathroom. Will straightened the bed, plumped their pillows and picked up and shook out their clothes. They did not look too badly. They had to be careful. He sorted the clothes into two piles, one for Nick and one for him. He went into the bathroom. At the far end an open tiled shower with big porcelain handles and a huge shower head gushed a river of water. Nick was in the shower.

"Will, let's shower together." Of course they would. Will joined him, towering over him. He stood under the rain forest shower head. The water cascaded down, bounced off his shoulders and fell over them. Nick touched Will's belly. He tried to dam the cascading water whwith his hands. Will poured castile soap over a sponge and began to lather Nick's shoulders, his chest and then his entire body. Neither was shy, how could they have been after the intense closeness they had just shared? Will scrubbed his shoulders. Turned and backed into Will's crotch as he washed his back. For the boy this was a fantasy come true. Nick had occasionally showered with his father at the club. As much as he wanted to touch his father, he knew that he could not. It was simply forbidden. But with Will he could do whatever he wanted. He shared the shower with his lover. With him there were no taboos, no forbidden acts. He took the sponge from Will. His fantasies were about to be realized. Tenderly he washed Will's chest. He scrubbed his belly. He paid particular attention to the cum that still still clung to his chest and was imbedded in his treasure trail and pubic hair. He lathered his hands and washed Will's cock and balls. Will for his part squirted the castile soap over Nick's shoulders and washed them with his hands. The soap washed down Nick's chest and belly and joined the soap that washed off Will's cock and balls. Cascades of soap bubbles ran down Nick's chest, his belly his thighs. Will stood aside and gently guided Nick under the shower. He stepped under the water and gave himself a final rinse. The water ran down his mature, manly body. Will turned off the water. They were both squeaky clean and refreshed. Nick's naturally high spirits bubbled up. That they had showered together, something he had longer for, made him a very, very happy boy. For his part, Will had felt that intimacy also. The shower had elicited in him particularly strong, protective feelings in him. The little boy was so trusting. A protective and tender feeling filled him. The stood, dripping wet and clean in the shower. Will grabbed an enormous white towel off the rack and wrapped Nick in it. Nick stood on the bare tile floor. He was simply adorable. Will began to pat and rub him dry. Will knelt down naked. Nick turned and backed into him. Will dried his back and his hair. It emerged from the towel a mass of untamed locks. Will's tender ministrations engendered a very warm feeling in him. Will had not ever dreamed that such an act could be so intimate and so satisfying, nor had he really ever thought of doing it before. He felt an almost fatherly possessiveness. He made no effort to deny that genuine emotion. It was a fact and he felt it. This adorable boy, as well as being his lover, could have been his son, or grandson. Only lovers or boys and their father's could engage in this sort of intimacy. Nick was his lover, but he was more, he was a dear, vulnerable, trusting little boy. Will felt a surge of possessive protectiveness towards Nick. He vowed then and there that he would protect him from harm and shield him from the bad things in life. He silently vowed that he would do everything in his power for him. He had never felt this powerful an emotion towards his own children. This sense of fatherly responsibility was an entirely new emotion. Happy in their happiness he embraced it fully. He inspected adorable Nick. He was radiant after Will's ministrations. "We have to push it along." Nick stood still as Will with careful attention gave him a final dry off.

Nick stroked Will's cheek. "You have 5 o'clock shadow. You're so handsome." Nick enjoyed having his father bath him. It was one of his favorite times with his father. His father washed his back, and supervised as Nick washed his face and behind his ears. His father always reminded him that his feet and toes needed attention. When he was done, he stood and his father rinsed him with the hand shower. When he was squeaky clean, his lifted him out of the tub. He stood dripping wet on a large bath mat while his father dried him off. Nick loved his bath times. His father's shirt always got wet. Often it got drenched. It clung to his chest, etching his pecs and his nipples and his ripped abs against the now translucent shirt. Nick loved standing patiently while his father knelt before him and dried him off. And then he supported himself on his father's shoulder as he hopped on one leg and then the other to pull on his pajamas. But sharing the shower with Will was a very different experience entirely. Will reached for a comb and expertly parted the boy's damp hair. Nick looked adorable wrapped in the huge white towel. He could touch Will as he wished sometimes to touch his father. Will stood and dried himself. He attended to all of his manly parts without the least self-conscience. He admired Will all the more. Will knew he was being watched and took his time, spreading his legs and making sure his cock and balls were well tended to. He released his cock and it fell provocatively between his legs. He gave his nuts a final dry off. He looked in the mirror and gave his hair a quick comb. Nick had waited patiently. The casual nature of Will's own post-shower routine gave him great pleasure. While at the club and with his father he had to be furtive, with Will he was completely free to enjoy the man's beauty. They were done and neither of them was any the worse for wear. Together they went into the bedroom and began to put on their clothes.

They quickly dressed. Will gave them another look in the mirror. He was especially mindful that Nick look perfectly groomed. Nothing could be astray. There could be no telltale indication that they had had full out naked sex. As they were packing up Nick laughed and pointed to Will's feet. He had on his socks inside out. Will quickly corrected that error. He then inspected the room and straightened the bed again. He looked under the bed for any forgotten anything. He strapped his watch on. There was no time to linger. Evening was rapidly coming on. He wanted to get across the Sound before it grew too late. He grabbed the towels. They descended the stairs. Will dumped the towels in the laundry off the kitchen. They grabbed Nick's backpack and his jacket.

"Will, we are going to come back?"

"Absolutely! This weekend. I promised and besides I want to come back. I hope you do too."

"Yes, it's wonderful and we can spend the night and stay. Daddy's going to like this. I don't know whether we should keep it a surprise." The little boy was already planning ahead. The mood and of course the incredible sex, lingered with Will. Their love making had been singular. It had been revelatory, entirely, totally satisfying, and he was most reluctant to let it recede. He appreciated Nick's ability to move on. His enthusiasm for the place itself was made Will happier still and he loved the fact that Nick was already hatching plans around his father.

Reluctantly Will closed the door. They set off at a fast pace towards the pier and the little inlet. The shadows had indeed grown long. Nick was Will's total and sole responsibility and he feared that they may have lingered too long. He pushed them along. To his relief when they arrived at the pier he was that the water was more placid. The neap tide softly lapped the shores of the island. As the faint full moon rose on the east side of the Sound, it served as a pale beacon as the Shiashian sped across the water. They arrived back at the marina just as the sun disappeared behind the trees. The yardman stood on the dock. He had grown concerned when they had not appeared. He was relieved when he saw the boat enter the breakwater. As they pulled up to the dock Will tossed him a line. "Thought maybe you had decided to spend the night." That was not exactly what he thought, but it allowed him to save face. He knew the Sound and he knew that Will was an experienced boatman but he had indeed worried. As they tied up at the dock a truck pulled up. It was Beale. They tossed their life jackets into the boat. As they walked to the car, Beale met them. Will explained that they had left a couple of towels and that that his little friend had taken a nap. There were a few dishes in the sink. My friend took a nap in my bed so perhaps it would be a good idea to change the sheets. "We'll be coming back this weekend. We'll be bringing food so don't worry about that. I didn't check to see if there was anything in the freezer. Call me on my cell." He pushed them along towards the car. "We have to go. We have to get on down the road." Over his shoulder Will, called, "the place looks great. Please make sure the small bedrooms are aired out. My friends will be using them."

They settled into the Jaguar and pulled out of the marina. "We'd better call your father and tell him we are on the way. Why don't you talk to him?" Nick was all to delighted to talk to his father.

"Daddy, hi! Will wants to tell you we're on the way. Yes, it was the best! It was so neat, I can't wait for you to see the cabin. Will promised we are coming back, all of us, and he re-promised." Will nodded and laughed out loud at the "re-promise." "Daddy, we are headed back. Will wants to know where you are. He says we'll be home in an hour. Yes, we had sandwiches and ginger ale. I'm a little bit hungry. We had a long day. Daddy, we'll see you soon at Will's."

Will took the phone and dialed home. Hector picked up the phone. "We're just leaving the marina. Yes, we had a great afternoon. We should be home in 45 minutes to an hour. Is dinner on? Great, sounds good. We're coming right along. I have a hungry fellow with me. I know he's going to want dinner right away."

Nick asked, "What are we having for dinner?" Will relayed the question to Hector. He pressed End Call.

"We're having roast beef and potatoes and something else. Does that work?"

"Yes. I love roast beef. Daddy likes it very red, but I like it better if it isn't so red."

Will picked up the phone again. "Hector, my friend, Nick, likes his roast beef a little less rare. Mr. Perry likes it rare." End Call. "That's takes care of that." Will patted Nick's knee. "Did you have a good time?"

Nick found it hard to express himself. All he could muster was an emphatic "Yes." "The cabin is the best ever. The Tsiashian is the most beautiful boat I have ever seen. I can't wait for us to take Daddy back. It's so much better that you said." He paused. He had been thinking. I think we should keep it a surprise for Daddy." He paused again. Then he added, "And I love being with you, Will." That shorthand declaration affirmed everything. Nick put his hand over Will's.

"And I love being with you. I can't tell you enough what you mean to me. Nick," his tone told Nick that he was very serious. "Nick, I would do anything for you. You have me for a friend for always. I mean that. I'd do anything for you. You are very special to me." He raised Nick's hand to his lips and kissed it. He returned their intertwined hands to Nick's leg. They drove along in contented silence. Nick felt warm and cozy and very happy. He settled in and soon his eyes began to close. His head gently fell towards Will. Will drove towards Seattle in contented contemplation of the miracle of their day together. The boy was a revelation to him. He engendered emotions in the man that had long lain dormant. Nick cast a miraculous spell over him. Will was indescribably happy.