Chapter 7

Kerry reached across, and he awoke with a start as his hand found nothing but a cold spot where he should have found nothing but warmth.

Slowly he rose, searching the tent and finding an emptiness that made his heart skip a beat. Slowly his brain registered that a bright yellow light was all around and he knew that it had to be morning.

He took a couple of deep breaths, and as he did he smelt bacon frying. He swept aside the sleeping bag covering, and reached out to put his jeans on, then he looked out of the tent flap to see Mike bent over the fire, a fry pan sitting on a grill, and he heard the sounds of not only bacon sizzling, but Mike was actually humming.

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Mike turned and he saw Kerry peering out of the tent.

“Hey sleepy head, ‘bout time you crawled out of the sack, come on, go get washed and let’s have some food.”

“Okay.”

Kerry took off, heading for the river, to wash up and it was amazing how good he felt. He shook his head as he cupped his hands to splash the cold fresh river water onto his face. Just a short time ago he had thought of this trip with fear, now it was going beyond even his wildest fantasies. He wondered what would happen next, as the cold water shocked him, and he shivered briefly with its touch.

A twig snapped and Kerry turned his head to see Mike coming down the hill, carrying two plates and a canteen slung over his shoulder. He waited, watching the way Mike walked towards him. It was amazing, how strong he looked, how sure he seemed, as he came forwards. His dark hair blowing across his face, the thin angular face looked so hot in the glare of the morning sun.

Mike sat down by the now famous log. His back resting on it, as he watched Kerry finish washing up. He smiled as he saw the muscles along the back, the way they arched outwards, just as his body had arched up to greet his just last evening. He smiled with the thought, wondering if they would ever duplicate that feeling.

Kerry finished and came up to sit down next to Mike.

“Thanks, this looks good and I’m starved.”

“Really? Not like you did anything exhausting,” Mike replied with a mischievous grin on his face.

Kerry just smiled as he munched on the hot bacon strips, grease causing a shine to his mouth.

Together they ate, wolfing their food down, each mouthful their eyes glued to the other, a smile constantly playing across both faces. It was almost like a contest, and as Mike swallowed his last strip of bacon, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Kerry had a piece dangling from his fingers, ready to push into his face.

“What’s so funny,” Kerry mumbled with a full mouth.

“You.”

“Huh?”

“You gonna eat that last piece?”

“Well, yeah, why, you want it?”

Mike thrust his hand out to grab the last piece of bacon on Kerry’s plate but Kerry was faster. He managed to snag it and was putting in his mouth, when Mike leaned over to grab it. They tussled a bit, as Kerry tried to eat it before Mike could grab it out of his mouth.

“Bitch, slave over a hot fire just to cook you breakfast and you won’t even share your last piece with me,” Mike taunted.

Kerry just grinned from ear to ear, and then he smiled. “Well, I have a better piece for you instead of some cooked bacon.”

“Yeah, and what makes you think that is what I want or that it is better than bacon?”

“You seemed to like it well enough last night.”

“Yeah, well, that was just being polite, didn’t want you to be…”

Kerry dropped his plate then, and reached over and gave a deep long kiss on Mike’s mouth before he could even finish his sentence.

Kerry kissed Mike hard. He could taste the bacon fat on his mouth as his lips pushed inside, the words about to be spoken pushed back down Mike’s throat. He rushed inside, the tongue swirling around, tasting the bacon and tasting Mike. He could feel Mike’s breathing change, and he knew he had done it right.

Mike almost choked with the sudden tongue assault, but he loved it. His head enjoyed the morning attack, and he started to respond. His own tongue now flicking at the warm moist piece in his mouth, and he wasn’t thinking of bacon anymore, instead he was thinking of the hard long sausage that was stuffed between Kerry’s legs. His own was clearly awake and he loved the way it made him feel, so wanted, so needed.

Hands started to move, seeking out the warm body of the other, and Kerry suddenly broke their grasp, leaning back and laughing.

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“Well, isn’t that better than any last piece of old bacon?”

“Could be, depends if that is all you got to offer for it.”

“Oh you want more do you?”

“Maybe.”

“Yeah, well let’s see if you can catch it.”

With that Kerry jumped up and started off down the beach, kicking up the sand as his long legs pumped and his arms swung by his side. He was at least 5 feet away before he glanced back to see Mike getting to his feet and starting to chase after him.

Mike was pretty fast, even if he was only a quarterback. He had made up ground quickly and Kerry was already puffing from his sudden run. He took a chance to glance backwards, to see how much Mike had gained, and he was shocked to see Mike’s head bent down.

Mike launched himself when he got within a foot of Kerry. No way this hot dish was going to show him up. His jock training took hold, as he closed the gap and now he was ready. Just as if he was tackling some poor defensive back, which had intercepted one of his passes, he left his feet. His arms were outstretched; his positioning was perfect as his shoulder crashed into Kerry’s back. His head off to the left side, his left arm felt the jolt as his body came into contact, and he wrapped his right arm around the surprised Kerry. Just like in practice, it was a perfect tackle as he forced Kerry off his feet, sending them both spiraling off to the right, into the water.

The force of the blow staggered Kerry. He felt himself falling, with a strong arm wrapped around his waist. He went forward, falling fast and suddenly he felt the cold of the river rise up and meet him full force in the face.

On top of him was Mike, and as they hit, he let go. Kerry was buried in the river, and as he twisted to sit up in the water, Mike was already on his own knees, splashing at him just as a group of 5 year olds would in a swimming pool.

Together, they splashed, and pushed each other. For a time, they just played, their youthful spirits allowed to run free, without any inhibitions, as they just became kids for those few minutes. Kerry was enjoying his fun, and he shrieked each time he splashed at Mike. It was his childhood that he never had.

Mike kept moving in closer, splashing the river water constantly, his own laughing voice rivaling Kerry’s for volume. He hadn’t played like this ever since he could remember. He could never remember being so free, so relaxed as to sit knee deep in a river, splashing like any 5 year old.

As his own voice reverberated in his ears, his brain reflected back as to how he had always had a football in his hands. His dad always had him out back, tossing it around, throwing it through an old tire on a

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rope, but he never was allowed to play, not with his brothers, not with the other kids, he was too busy getting ready to be the next Joe Montana. How he loved this day, splashing away.

He reached out, his hand hitting Kerry lightly on the chest, and just as he took him down on the run, he did so again, only this time, he did it gently, launching himself slowly, letting Kerry brace himself, as he wrapped his arms fully around the young lithe body.

With his arms around Kerry, Mike started to kiss him. He kissed his lips, his face, his cheeks, and then he kissed under his chin, tasting the river and Kerry at the same time.

Mike was surprised at his sudden intensity, his sudden passion, and his sudden desire to own this boy beneath him.

His kisses were hard, passionate ones. His tongue flicked with each kiss, tasting the warm flesh under his face. His arms held Kerry tightly, pulling him upwards to his own body. He felt the body beneath him respond to his animal desire, and suddenly Kerry’s own arms were tightened around Mike’s body.

Mike pressed hard, his lips eager to taste every inch of the body. He licked his chest, just under the neck, and then he moved down, tasting every inch of his broad chest, matting further the small blond hairs just starting to grow there. He was so intent that he didn’t notice the river as he kissed more of the rippled chest. He licked briefly each nipple, feeling each one rise to a peak, fully erect at his touch. He bit one slightly, causing a deep loud groan to come from Kerry.

Further he went, licking, kissing, tasting, and enjoying every inch of the warm blond flesh, and feeling now the water lapping around his own chin, as he slid down the wet body.

He stopped, looking up into the most wonderful blue eyes he had ever seen, male or female, and he went back and kissed those red lips, parting them, as his tongue flew inside, tasting the warm mouth. Kerry couldn’t believe the change. One minute he was splashing like a small kid, and the next, he was being sent on a journey into ecstasy. His body felt the weight of Mike’s body, but his brain only felt the electrifying touch of Mike’s lips and tongue.

He arched himself up, trying to keep himself upright, but losing as his arms were tightly wrapped around the strong muscular body that had snared him in this watery bed.

The water was warm and pleasing, his legs floated slightly, each one around the side of Mike, with Mike’s body dead center between them. His jeans totally soaked, his crotch aching, he wanted to stop Mike, to pull himself up so Mike could reach all of his body, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t find the inner strength to stop this wonderful mauling of his body. His legs had no weight, his chest pinned by Mike, his head spinning, Kerry groaned loudly.

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Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Kerry could feel Mike’s chest heaving on top of his own pounding chest. He opened his eyes to see Mike’s dark wet hair, Mike’s eyes boring into his own. He smiled automatically, and then he felt himself slide up, his own arms now resting under the water, by his side, his body in a sitting position, with Mike now sprawled on his knees, his own chest level with his.

They kissed again, but this time softly, gently, almost as if the other was a fragile piece of expensive china. Yet, it was more powerful than any other kiss could be, he could feel the jolt travel through his body, and he felt Mike’s body quiver in time with his own shaking.

They just sat there, each looking into the other, each lost deep into their own inner thoughts about the other. Mike wondered how he could keep his secret, and still satisfy this growing desire to be with no one but Kerry. Kerry wondered how he could keep Mike satisfied so he wouldn’t need to keep his pretense of being the town’s Romeo.

Together they sat, the warm river water lapping over their legs, reminding them of last night, when they soared in the heavens together. Mike finally got up, reaching down to help Kerry up. The water dripping from their soaked jeans, their washboard stomachs gleaming in the hot sunshine. No words passed, they simply both reached out for the other, clasping their hands together, and headed back up the river bed towards their camp.

Hand in hand, they finally reached the campsite. Mike went and cleaned up the cooking gear, while Kerry straightened out the tent. They didn’t bother to change out of their wet jeans, as the hot sun was drying them just as quickly. Besides, they both figured that if one did change, they would get sidetracked into a round of passion that they wanted to save for later.

Mike threw together a bunch of sandwiches, and they decided to head down to the beach to just lay back, enjoy the quiet of the day, and start on their tans. Kerry grabbed a book, while Mike simply took a magazine. It was getting on almost noon now, and they headed back down to their spot, which was how Mike now referred to the log.

The sun was high up now, beaming down on its two playmates, and as they reached their spot, Mike simply shucked his pants off, exposing his entire body to Kerry. It was a beautiful site, staring at this tall well-proportioned young man. His rippled muscles shone in the bright sunshine, his flat stomach cast no shadows, his long perfect legs, full and thick around the thigh, led to a well-endowed crotch. Dark pubic hair stuck out, in a mass right above the long thick dormant cock shaft, well, not totally dormant, but only a small trail of semi dark hair led from this prize to the belly button.

Mike rolled his still damp jeans up and placed them behind him, and rested his head on it, now turning his full attention to Kerry, who

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just stood there, gazing with a distant look in his blue eyes. He had deliberately avoided looking at Kerry, otherwise his cock would definitely be standing at attention, saluting this blond marvel who was so obviously in love with him. He smiled at that thought, realizing suddenly that no one had ever really looked at him that way, or for that matter really felt that way about him. This wasn’t a casual affair, a simple romp in the bush and this thought registered deep in his soul, his body gave a small quiver, as every sense inside realized the importance of the revelation.

Mike smiled at Kerry, waiting for him to settle himself down. He seemed nervous, unsure about what to do. Mike was puzzled and then he realized why. One look at Kerry’s crotch showed him enough of a reason.

He laughed at that, and Kerry looked like a hammer had hit him. Mike stopped laughing; instead he reached up, stretching his hand up to Kerry.

“Come on, get those jeans off, and let’s get some sun. You are as white as a ghost.”

With that, he pulled him down, gave him a quick kiss, then turned to glance at his magazine, giving Kerry time to drop his pants, without his eyes boring into him, watching his every move.

Kerry managed to undress, rolling his jeans up just like Mike. He lay down beside Mike, and with a sudden urge and desire, he reached over and with his hands gently pushing Mike’s hair back, he leaned over and kissed Mike.

Mike’s magazine lay off to the side. His whole body was filled with an amazing current of electricity, running wild throughout. His whole senses reeled as Kerry’s tongue gently touched his, gently joining the two. He could feel a double thump inside his chest, and knew his heart was starting to race, but the second beat wasn’t his, it was Kerry’s.

Mike’s resolve evaporated quickly, as Kerry’s tongue continued to gently kiss his own, and yet the passion it awakened was far from gentle. Mike reached up, pulling Kerry down on top of his naked body, crushing him into his own hard frame, and now his tongue pushed aside the gentle prodding one of Kerry. He rammed his tongue into the eager and willing mouth, caressing hard the inside cheeks, and as his tongue roamed at will inside Kerry’s mouth, Mike’s hands roamed with a harsh urgency along Kerry’s back.

Kerry was stunned by the sudden change in Mike. He liked the power, he felt so wanted, so desired, and he let himself go. Kerry lay between the two powerful legs of Mike. He could feel them tighten around his own legs, squeezing them tight together.

Their breathing became erratic. Both chests heaved together, in unison, as their pulses raged forward. Mike started to squirm under the

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weight of Kerry’s body. His hands were now clenching the firm ass cheeks of Kerry, digging his fingers into the warm flesh. Kerry could feel his urgency; his cock was pressed hard against Mike’s stomach, hard and hot it was wedged tight between the two bodies.

Mike was in a dream, his heart could be heard pounding through his entire being, his body ached in a strange way, a way he had never felt before, and the pressure of Kerry’s hard cock on his stomach made him squirm, made him quiver and his legs weaken. He knew what he needed, and only Kerry could give it to him.

Mike managed to squirm for a few minutes until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Take me Kerry, ENTER ME, Gawd, Now Kerry, Please,” he panted.

As he croaked his urgent plea, he raised his legs, spreading them wider and raising them upwards, and bringing them back towards his own chest. His hands flung outwards, forcing Kerry up off his body, so he could get into position.

Kerry was petrified, he had never been inside another person before, and he was scared, what if he didn’t do it right, what if he wasn’t good enough, he could lose everything right now. His mind was whirling with uncertainties, when he felt a sudden calm, a sudden soothing. He heard a far off voice, telling him it would be alright, but that he had to hurry.

Kerry sat back up on his heels, his knees firmly planted on the sand, between the raised long legs of Mike. He moved his hands down to the lower back leg muscles, feeling them tense with his touch. He glanced down to see Mike’s cock springing forward, waving in the air, throbbing with its power, waiting.

Mike raised his ass higher, exposing his open ass cheeks and his pink round hole, and as Kerry saw it appear before him, he could feel his own balls tighten with anticipation, eager now for the chance to join inside with Mike.

Kerry raised his hand to his face, licking his fingers and spitting on them, and then he quickly moved it down to his throbbing penis, coating it with his saliva, and then he scrunched forward on the hot sand, moving his lower body closer to the quivering buttocks of Mike.

Mike was biting his lower lip, waiting, and it was driving him crazy. He needed this; he desired it like he had desired nothing else. It was sending wave after wave of energy through his whole body. He tensed as he felt Kerry moving in close, and then he felt the slight touch of Kerry’s erect thick cock head against his ass cheek. His balls automatically tightened, and he knew he would explode soon, no matter what. He groaned loudly at the touch, causing Kerry to flinch and he reached out, silently to will Kerry forward, urging him in his thoughts

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to come forward and enter his waiting aching hole.

Kerry moved forward slowly, he felt Mike tense as his penis touched the hot flesh of his ass cheeks. He flinched with the sudden loud groan from Mike, and then he calmed himself, ignoring the growing ache in his own loins, he looked down, seeing Mike waiting for him, waiting for him to join him. He pushed forward, taking his right hand down to help guide his throbbing jerking penis; he pushed it between the white soft flesh of the ass cheeks.

Slowly he slid it down the crack, till it found the pink hole, and he could feel Mike tense even tighter now, feel his legs trying to squeeze back, and he leaned forward now, putting his lower stomach on top of Mike’s upraised thighs, forcing them to spread wider, forcing Mike’s hot ass down and then he started to slide his own body downwards, to get level. His cock straining against the very tight hole, pressing it, and suddenly, Mike reached back, grabbing Kerry’s waist.

Mike stretched hard, his neck now off the ground as he struggled with his racing heart and beating chest, his aching lungs puffing, his crotch burning. His hands managed to find Kerry’s waist, and he dug his fingers into the hot flesh, and with a deep moan he then threw his weight back to the ground, pulling Kerry towards him, sending a sudden sharp searing pain through his entire body. Mike screamed loudly as the pain traveled from his ass up to his brain.

The pull of Mike was too much, he fell forward, his thick long cock had nowhere else to go, and it pierced through the tight sphincter muscle like a hot knife through butter. He felt a sudden heat travel up his long cock shaft, through his tight balls, up his tensed muscles, all the way up to his brain. He felt a pain, tingle at his cock base, then it washed away as he felt a sudden calmness invade his body. He felt the soft lining of Mike’s insides, as his hot cock plowed inwards, stretching the tight fabric to almost breaking point.

Kerry felt his own huge balls slap hard against the firm ass cheeks, feeling the muscles tighten even more as his whole body weight came down onto Mike’s lower torso. His face was now almost level with Mike’s, and he opened his eyes to see a wild pattern of lights blink across the white image beneath him. Deep blood reds, bright sky blues, stunning emerald greens, and even royal purples paraded past his wide open eyes. He saw Mike’s eyes open, looking into his own, and he felt an amazing warmth and excitement spread over him. He could almost touch those full red lips, and like a signal, Mike opened his mouth slightly, showing his own deep red tongue, waiting.

He leaned more, sending his hard throbbing cock in even further, and his lips touched those of Mike. It was like touching a white hot oven, and he could feel his blood rise, his body started to sweat as he lightly kissed the lips, his tongue barely touching Mike’s own hot

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tongue. Kerry pulled his hips up, pulling his cock out of the hot hole, slowly, and with each inch of penis that moved, he could feel Mike’s body shudder and quiver to the movement. He felt the sudden rush of air, as Mike drew a breath, and then he felt his own lungs expelling their air, breathing it into Mike’s mouth. They were joined together; their lips glued together, their waists together through the throbbing penis inside Mike’s asshole.

The heat was unbelievable; it was as if their two bodies melted together, to form one giant mass of hot burning flesh. Kerry started to breath rapidly, his heart racing to match the fast pace of Mike’s own beat. His hips started to push and pull faster, his cock sliding in one second, then out the next, each time sending waves of pure energy with each rapid thrust. Faster and faster he went, he heard himself panting, felt his pulse race, felt Mike’s heart roar in his ears, felt his blood rushing towards his thick full cock. He was on the verge of cumming, he knew it and so did Mike. It was like a voice in his ear, urging him to go faster and harder.

Kerry pushed hard, each thrust inwards he now ground his crotch into Mike’s sweat stained ass, droplet of his sweat dripping onto Mike’s soaked heaving chest. Each thrust of his hips forced his full balls to slap hard against the soft flesh of the ass, each thrust sent him groaning, and now the two voices were as one, each groan matched by the other, muffled slightly by their mouths being on top of each other. Mike started to shake all over, and the shaking made Kerry thrust harder and faster, until his hips moved in a sudden blur, his heart now ready to burst from his chest, as if it wanted to reach out and join with Mike’s.

Kerry couldn’t see, his eyes clouded by sweat, by flashing blue streaks of light, and he pushed down hard, throwing every ounce of his weight into each thrust, and then he knew it was time. His cock ached so much he thought it would explode inside the still tight hole of Mike.

Mike’s breathing was nothing more than rapid gasps for air, his whole body shook with each thrust inwards of the amazing weapon being buried inside him. He could feel the heat, always rising, getting hotter with each push inwards, never cooling off, and his own body ached, his own cock, trapped under the sliding pressure of Kerry started to strain, it was jerking wildly under the two sticky bodies, the heat was too much and as Kerry pushed in, he arched himself upwards, his eyes shut tight, his mouth now wide open as he struggled for air, his brain almost near blanking out as every drop of blood raced towards his cock.

Mike’s body rose to meet the latest downward thrust of Kerry’s body. His cock was jerking wildly and as it met the heavy pressure of Kerry it could take no more. With a loud shriek, Mike’s cock started to jerk uncontrollably beneath the sweating bodies.

Cum flooded out, shooting up and up between the two already

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sticky bodies, adding to the wetness. Mike was still yelling loudly with each spurt of hot cum, and his head thrashed to the side, his body in torment as his own hips were raised high, his legs still being pushed back, his back muscles strained under the pressure and his lungs were empty.

His head felt like a raging thunderstorm, with a constant din inside, pounding the skull. His heart was no longer his, it was no longer confined, it was beating beyond counting, his blood was drained from every part of his body, filling his raging cock, forcing more and more of the sweet hot juice out and in between the two mortal bodies.

Mike started to shake and just then he could feel the final thrust enter his whole lower body, he could feel the quiver run along the thick hard cock shaft that was digging hard and deep into his insides.

Mike could feel his stomach muscles contract, his brain sending a brief and fast signal to his nervous system, as the huge pulsating penis hit his prostrate.

His legs quivered, his ass cheeks tightened up, he could feel his small stretched asshole muscle grip tight the root of Kerry’s wild cock. He could feel his inside chute shrink back against the hot quivering flesh of Kerry’s long cock shaft. He could feel the heat, the burning heat, as Kerry’s voice joined his own still yelling one.

A loud piercing cry broke through his thoughts. It made no difference, as the soft voice was no longer soft, it raged loudly inside his brain, urging him faster, begging him to hurry, and he felt now a burning fire travel along his stomach, up to his chest, he felt hot splashes against his cheek, felt the hot body under him squirm, shake, and quiver.

His body was no longer his. He had no control, as he watched himself pound into the white flesh beneath him. He felt the heat along his stomach, felt the pressure around his aching penis. He knew it was close; he opened his mouth, desperate for oxygen.

Faster he felt his body slip downwards, one last time. He could feel the muscles around his throbbing penis head tighten, holding it in a strong vice grip. Kerry’s cock pushed forward nonetheless, getting hotter with each inch downwards it moved. Sheer pressure of gravity and weight forced the closing hole open, his cock battling forward, the tight grip making it hotter and hotter.

Kerry’s whole body shuddered and tensed as the raging penis plowed deep into Mike. Just as the tip hit the gyrating prostrate, Kerry’s mouth flew open, his voice screamed as his whole body quivered, shook, and then fell forward, sending his blood draining from his head, his feet, his arms, his legs, his chest, all draining down to his cock. He yelled in one screaming voice, as his cock jerked hard against the firm prostrate gland, and as his chest collapsed onto Mike’s hot sticky body,

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his cum spurted outwards and deep into Mike’s waiting body.

Wave after wave of hot cum flooded out of the jerking cock head. It flooded Mike’s tight asshole, and washed backwards, coating the hot cock shaft, to drip out onto Kerry’s still aching balls.

Kerry’s hips twisted and pulled as he pushed deep into Mike’s tight ass. His cock jerked inside, sending more and more of his hot cum deep into Mike’s bowels. The hot sticky cream flowed freely now, out of the asshole, back into Kerry’s still grinding crotch, coating his pubic hairs.

His chest now rested atop Mike’s stomach, glued together by Mike’s own cum. Their breathing was rapid, the loud screams nolonger reverberated across the river, sending birds flying. All that could be heard was the hard panting of two exhausted bodies.

Slowly, the two bodies relaxed. The tightly wound muscles gradually releasing their hold. Mike’s anus reluctantly giving up its fierce grip on Kerry’s penis. Kerry’s hard throbbing dick now slowly letting the blood return to the other extremities of Kerry’s body.

As his blood returned throughout his body, Kerry’s once hard solid cock slowly plopped out of the tight hole it had been pounding.

His once hot cum, now cooling in the air, coated the thick cock shaft. His breathing was becoming normal as his lungs finally began to get its fill of air. The once racing heart began to slow down, its beat becoming regular and even, the rising chest slowly heaving less.

Kerry could see, a blurred vision of a constricted face, slowly returning to normal, slowly returning to become Mike. The hot white flesh he had watched receive his pounding now formed Mike’s chiseled body.

Kerry watched Mike’s face return slowly to normal. His jaw relaxed and his breathing became normal. Mike felt a warm glow throughout his body. His muscles ached, but not in a painful way. His whole insides felt sore, but tingly. He knew what had happened, and he felt different, he felt very much alive and very loved.

He couldn’t explain how he felt, not even to himself, let alone anyone else. He saw Kerry’s face, peering down at him, and he felt very comfortable. He painfully slid his legs down, resting them against Kerry’s warm legs. They felt like jello, all rubbery and weak from their ordeal.

Mike was breathing normal, but his heart seemed to be still racing, as his brain regained consciousness. It was like he had been a part of someone else, and didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to return to being himself, but he couldn’t stop the transition. He felt small tears forming at the corner of his dark eyes.

Mike had never felt this way. He didn’t know what to do, or how to react. Here he was, the high school quarterback, the town’s Romeo, the one most likely to land outside of the small town in a big city town,

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first in the town to win any state honors, and he had just been ass fucked. It the town father’s only knew.

He had been active for awhile, with both girls and guys, and he was always the aggressor, always the top man, and this was a first, a first for him to be so submissive, a first for him to be entered, to be fucked, and a first for him, to actually deep down, care about the person he was engaging in sex with.

Kerry sensed that something was up with Mike. He lay quietly on his stomach, rising with the gentle heave of Mike’s chest. He could see a wave of differing emotions cross the angular face, the way his jaw worked as his brain thought it all out. He knew a big decision was being made, what he didn’t know, but he did know that something special had happened.

Mike was still in turmoil when he caught Kerry’s face from out of the side of his eye. He saw nothing but patience, and adoration, and suddenly he knew, he just knew. He reached out, pulling the young blond up to him, and gently he kissed him on the forehead, then each eye, then his nose, and finally he kissed him full on the mouth.

“Thanks Kerry, you are terrific.”

Kerry felt like he was riding on top of the world, what was it that guy had said at the award show, yeah, he felt like he was King of the World. That was it, but was it?

Kerry had known he was different a long time ago, and he sort of had come to terms with that, with knowing that for the most part he would be alone. His only thought was that when he got away from the confines of his small town, then he would be able to fulfill his desire to become a man, in all aspects. But now, well now there was Mike. Mike just lay there. He wasn’t sure which was making him more comfortable. The heat coming from the sun beating down on his long athletic body or the warmth from inside him, the total and complete feeling of being wanted for him, not for who he was.

He just closed his eyes, letting the two glows meet each other, the warmth from within rising while the heat from the sun slowly penetrating his young naked body. There was going to be problems, he knew that, but not now, right now he just wanted to bask in the glow of being loved.

Suddenly he didn’t want to leave. He had several college acceptances out, and he had been leaning to go East, but that wasn’t where Mike was going, and while it was only late June he knew he only had until the end of July to decide. Would Mike want him to come along? Sure he got along okay with Brett and Trey, and the three of them were all going to Oregon, but what about him?

The sun was beating down on his naked body, and he glanced over to stare at Mike’s chiseled body, laying there, basking in the heat and the

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glare of the sun. He really believed he loved Mike, like what else could it be? The way he felt just being near him, the way he had been swept up into his world and yet what was his world? He had so many questions, and little answers. Did he dare ask? Would too many questions ruin what was turning out to be his best summer ever?

Kerry watched as Mike’s chest started to heave in a quiet steady rhythm. He watched as Mike drifted off to sleep and he just lay there, propped on one arm, staring at this young man who had taken him out of his fantasy world and had shown him that reality was miles ahead of anything his brain could conjure up.

He finally sat back, letting the quiet of the days end settle over him. There was a nagging fear at the back of his brain, which he knew would eventually come forward, but not just yet. Why couldn’t he just lay back and enjoy the way he felt? Why did he always have to question his happiness?

Granted, he didn’t really ever have much to be super happy about, but it really wasn’t that bad. And now, now he had Mike, so why did he have to worry so much? As these thoughts flashed through his brain, he felt a slight chill pass over him. ‘DAMN IT!’ he thought, here he went again, so with a definite thought, he tried to push back the nagging thoughts. He was fighting a losing battle when his leg touched Mike’s and with that touch, all thoughts of ‘What if’ left him.

Kerry felt the warmth, and a sudden calmness seemed to flow through his body, as his leg rested against Mike’s. He moved in closer, snuggling into the warm strong body, and with his head resting on his arm, gazing off towards Mike, he finally closed his own eyes and let himself drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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