Chapter 8

Mike jumped up, pushing Kerry aside. The sun was slowly sinking in the evening sky as he rose to a sitting position. His heart was racing, and his breathing was labored.

“What is it?” a startled Kerry asked

“I don’t know, must have been a weird dream,” Mike replied.

“Man that is freaky.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I suppose..”

“What was it about?”

“I don’t know, just a feeling, like the whole friggin world had just ended.”

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Kerry reached over and put his arms around Mike. He could feel a slight trembling, and was worried. How could he be so peacefully sleeping one second then waking up like he had just seen a ghost? He just sat there as Mike slowly collected himself.

Mike could feel his fear ease, yet he wasn’t sure, but something was nagging at him. It was like a premonition of some impending doom. He slowly shook himself out of the mood, and finally he looked over and placed his arm around Kerry and gave him a squeeze. Kerry waited patiently as Mike got it back together. He loved holding him, and yet he felt that there was more to the sudden awakening. He started feeling antsy, as if he too could feel Mike’s mood. He realized that he had never really been this close to anyone, and he shivered slightly realizing the sudden enormity of it all.

He still felt heavy hearted but he forced himself out of it, well not exactly, he just shoved it back to the nether regions of his brain, as he did with all of his problems.

Mike got up, pulling Kerry with him, and then reached down to grab his clothes.

“Time we got some food, and I need a beer, how about it? You gonna cook or me?”

“I’ll cook tonight, what you want?”

Kerry felt a shift in Mike’s mood. It was more like his old self, determined and back in charge. It was weird how he could switch himself on and off like that. He had noticed it earlier, and yet he was different.

They strode up the beach now, arm in arm but Mike was distant, more like he was building a fence. Kerry shivered some more and yet the sun was still beaming down.

“Doesn’t matter, maybe some dogs and beans.”

“Okay.”

Kerry got busy getting dinner. Mike went off, and started bringing back more wood for the pile. It was like he was trying to sweat out the demons that had invaded his thoughts earlier. He was stacking wood, and fetching it. Kerry would watch, as he waited for the food to cook. He loved the way Mike’s muscles rippled, and the way he strode to and fro.

Finally, with a bang, Mike seemed satisfied. He walked over to check on dinner. He gave Kerry a pat on the ass as he stuck his finger into the frying pan, and then he grinned.

“Well it isn’t burnt at least.”

Mike licked his finger, and noticed Kerry staring at him. He just winked and licked the bean sauce off, more slowly, running his tongue along the long finger.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he laughingly said.

“Huh, what?”

“Man, you are one horny guy Kerry, come on, let’s eat and maybe we can solve that problem!”

Dinner passed quickly, and finally everything was done. They cleaned the pot and dishes together, with Mike drying, making sure everything was done the right way.

The sun was slowly sinking off over the treetops. A gentle breeze was starting to blow in, gently blowing the trees and sending the flames of the fire into their weird fire dance.

Kerry lay down next to Mike, their backs resting on a log that faced the fire. Mike had retrieved two cold beers and they sat watching the flames flicker as they drank. Hardly any words passed, yet Kerry could sense a feeling of tension. The mood of earlier had passed, but it still hovered over them.

“So, Kerry, you enjoying the trip so far?” Mike calmly asked.

“Better than I hoped for,” Kerry replied, and as he did, he shifted himself closer to Mike, trying to fit his body into every groove and indentation of Mike. “How about you? Is it what you thought?”

“Well, yeah, it’s been okay, aah hell, it’s been better than okay. You

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kind of surprise me Kerry.”

“Me? How?”

“Hmm, well let’s just say you sure know how to please a guy.”

Mike turned as he spoke, his eyes boring into Kerry’s.

Kerry started to blush, and thankfully the coming darkness and the flickering fire were able to shield it from Mike. He raised his head, off Mike’s shoulder to gaze into those dark brooding eyes.

“Well, I aim to please… actually I mean, well, I just want to make you know how much I like being with you, so…”

“So?… Well, you are fun to be with. I guess you have had a few boyfriends, hey?”

“Me? No, never, hell I hardly have had anyone, and certainly not like you, there really isn’t anyone who, well no one who I really wanted to be with, and besides, in our town? Not very likely, it scared me too much.”

“What did? Getting caught or just no one who you wanted?”

“Both really, but I had my dreams.”

“Yeah? Now who could that have been?”

Mike was smiling now, his hand gently rubbing Kerry’s shoulder. He liked being this close to him, and yet it was funny, he never really thought that this type of love or feelings were for him.

As his hand rubbed Kerry’s back and his fingers every now and then ran through the long blond hair, his thoughts kept turning back to his own deflowering. He had never surrendered himself so completely, and it felt strange to him. Ever since he could recall, he was always the one who had to take the lead. At home it was his brother’s who looked to him for help. How could someone always in charge let himself be so under anther’s spell? It confused him, but one thing he knew, he knew that Kerry had reached him like no other living soul had. Yet, he also knew that he couldn’t let anyone know, not even Trey or Brett, and that was going to be hard.

He glanced at Kerry, seeing how he just seemed to fit there, resting in his arms, nestled into his body. How could he keep this between them? It made him uneasy, and that feeling just kept coming back.

Kerry was at peace. His earlier concern had evaporated as he lay next to Mike. He felt so secure in his arms, something he hadn’t really ever felt, even at home in his own room. The way his whole body tingled with excitement, every time Mike’s hands played across the back of his neck, or his fingers twirled his long blond hair. He knew he was falling deeply in love and he thought Mike was feeling the same way, but was he? Sometimes he seemed so aloof, so distant, and yet he wasn’t.

Kerry knew there would be problems, and he wondered about Trey and Brett. Just how did they fit into this? Mike obviously had been with other guys, had he been with Trey or Brett? Funny, he never had

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thought about that, but Mike had to have been with them. Would they still expect him to be? Or worse, would Mike still want to be with them too?

‘DAMN IT!’ he thought, now what could he do? He never had thought about that, and what if Mike wasn’t in love with him? What if Mike just was into this whole scene for the sex? How could he deal with that, and what if Mike hadn’t a clue about how he felt?

There was no way he could tell Mike how he really felt, was there? Gawd, if he did and Mike laughed at him he would be decimated, so should he tell him? What if he didn’t and Mike thought that he was just in it for the sex? How could he tell him and not have to say those corny words? He was gonna look like a complete jerk if he screwed this up. Wasn’t the idea of this whole trip to ‘unwind’ as Mike had said when he asked him?

Mike could feel Kerry tense up. He could feel the muscles in his shoulder bunch together, and his body seemed to be on edge now, as if something had changed.

“What’s wrong Kerry?” Mike asked.

Kerry was surprised as Mike’s voice intruded on his thoughts. What was wrong? How could he answer him that he was afraid that Mike didn’t love him, only wanted him for sex? How could he answer that?

“Nothing, why?” was all he could manage

“You seemed to tense up, that’s all.”

“Nothing, honest.”

“Okay, don’t bite my head off, look, why don’t I grab a couple more beers? You can stretch out then.”

“Ah, yeah okay, sorry, I guess I was just day dreaming. I could use a stretch.”

As Mike got up and left to grab some beer, Kerry was troubled. What had just happened? Everything was going fine, Mike was stroking his hair, and now they were both snapping at each other? Was this how love was supposed to be? Wasn’t it supposed to be tenderness; lovemaking at all times, and romance?

Maybe Mike had sensed his uncertainty? Had he maybe wanted to tell him that he was making too much of this trip and that he just wanted a sex thing? That was it, most likely, and he just knew it was going to happen. How could he have been so stupid as not to realize that he was only ‘fuck’ material, not boyfriend material, at least not for someone like Mike. Shit, he felt like just taking off, but there was nowhere to go.

He sat there, his head lowered, as he just knew that somehow he had failed. He hadn’t been able to win Mike over, and yet, well the sex was good, and he did enjoy it, so maybe if he could just keep that, the rest could develop in time? Yeah, that would be a plan, he had to make

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sure that Mike had great sex with him, so that maybe in time Mike would fall for him, think of him as more than just a way to get off.

He could hear Mike walking back and so he decided, well he would have to act fast, before Trey and Brett showed up. He had to make Mike know that he couldn’t get any better or more willing a sex partner than him, and he only had tonight, maybe tomorrow, but he couldn’t count on that.

His heart started to race slightly as his plan took shape inside his head. Kerry was on a mission now; he had to convince Mike that he was the only sex partner he would need, so he had to act now. He lifted his head, watching Mike slowly walk back towards the fire. He clenched his hands, and then took a deep breath.

Mike was pissed, like just what was up with Kerry. One minute he was snuggling as close as possible and now he was in a mood. Man, he knew what it was like when a woman was on the rag, but guys weren’t supposed to be this way. He shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the beer. Whatever it was, he really didn’t want to get into, not tonight, not here, not now.

This was supposed to be a chance to be free, to be who they really wanted, not bound by some stupid rules or norms. Shit, this was getting to heavy for him; maybe Kerry just didn’t want a relationship? Could that be it? Maybe he had pushed to hard, maybe he had expected Kerry to want what he wanted, when all he really wanted was to get laid? That could be it, couldn’t it?

Mike kept thinking, as he started to return to the fire. Maybe he had moved too fast, maybe he was scaring Kerry off. Sure, the sex was unreal, but maybe that was all Kerry was into, maybe he didn’t know how he made him feel, how he turned his heart into mush each time he looked into his eyes? That could be, it wasn’t like they really knew each other, it just was, well just that Kerry seemed to be what he had always needed and desired, but maybe he wasn’t what Kerry wanted or looked for? Besides, it was kind of soon, wasn’t it? Was he thinking of him as a mate? Maybe, but he was tired of hiding his feelings, and well, he had thought Kerry would be different.

He really had hoped that the way he felt about Kerry was returned. Mike liked sex, hell it was great, but he wanted something more, and somehow, well, somehow he felt that with Kerry he would have more than just a good roll in the hay.

This had to work, Kerry thought to himself. He had little time and he needed to make the most of it. He ached for Mike, not just for his dick, but also for his touch. He was so distant, the local hero but he wished he could, well maybe just loosen up.

Maybe if he just slowed down some, maybe then Kerry would want to get to know him more? Damn this whole thing was hard, how could

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he slow down?

Kerry watched as Mike slowly walked towards him, his face a mask to everything going on inside. Those dark eyes were darker, more forbidding, yet not scary, maybe more forlorn?

Every time he saw Kerry he got a strange feeling, and since well, since Kerry took him there was something special. Should he tell Kerry about this? No, if he did, Kerry would either laugh or worse, run from him. How could he expect someone like Kerry to understand? Helleven he didn’t understand it all.

Maybe he should talk this out with him? Maybe if he told him how he felt he would understand? No, he wouldn’t, and why should he, he was Mike, the quarterback, the star, the local hero.

No talking wouldn’t work; he had better stick to his plan, show him rather than tell him. Yeah, that had to be the way.

Mike looked up to see Kerry staring at him; his face was set and determined looking, like he had made his mind up about something.

Now what? He thought, as he approached the fire.

Kerry was ready now, he waited, his entire body was tense, but he had to make this work. It may be his only chance before Trey and Brett showed up.

Mike stood over him, handing him down a beer.

“Here, it’s not that cold though.”

“That’s okay, but well, Mike I’d rather have something else, that is if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, what?”

“Well, uh, maybe I shouldn’t ask…”

“What, just ask, what is it you’d rather have?”

“You.”

Mike stood there, the can of beer still outstretched towards Kerry. His face was one moment angry, and then incredulous.

“Me?”

“Well, uh, yeah, you know, I mean if you want to, that is, I just feel like, well that maybe you’d rather have some more, well, you know, do some more messing around, that is…”

“Yeah, I mean, sure Kerry if you really want to.”

“I really do Mike, you really make it so, well I mean, you make it…”

“Yeah, well you aren’t so bad either, but I, well I thought maybe you had enough.”

“No, I mean, well, I kind of really like doing it with you, so, I mean, well, I just like doing it with you, that’s all.”

Mike didn’t have an answer. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Kerry really was that special friend he had been looking for.

He smiled and sat down next to Kerry, tossing back the can of

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beer. Kerry snuggled in close, as he watched Mike drain the can of beer.

He started to run his hand over the strong well-defined chest, feeling each gulp as it went down. He loved the way the whole chest seemed to move, and as Mike took a breather from his drinking, he felt his hand start to caress his head, gently running his fingers through his blond hair.

Mike slid down, resting his upper back against the log, as he let Kerry rub his chest and explore it. He enjoyed the touch, the feel of Kerry’s hand across his flat stomach. It made him feel, well, sort of needed, but that wasn’t really it. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt good which right now was all he really wanted.

Kerry was on edge, he was getting his chance but his brain was finding it hard to concentrate. He was worried that if he blew this, he would lose Mike and that was something he desperately wanted to avoid.

He started to rush now, knowing somehow that he had to move on, and his hand traveled down to the washboard belly of Mike.

This wasn’t like any of the earlier times. Kerry seemed in a hurry, and Mike normally wasn’t one for long affairs, but each time he had been with Kerry so far, he had enjoyed the slow build up. He wasn’t even finished with his beer when he felt Kerry’s hand slip down around his waist, tugging at his jeans, working to release the top button.

“Here, let me,” he said as he reached down, taking his hand from Kerry’s head and helping to undo his fly. The button popped open easily and the zipper was down in a second. As Kerry pulled apart the jeans, to expose his crotch, Mike felt like something was just not right. He should be fully erect, hell each time before he was so hard in a second, that long before his pants came open his cock had been stretching them, eager to seek its freedom, but not this time.

Kerry reached down, surprised that Mike’s hard cock didn’t pop out the second the pants were undone. He realized as his hand felt inside, that Mike was not even hard yet, it wasn’t exactly dead, but it wasn’t hard. He stopped for a second, his brain reeling with a mixed set of emotions.

Mike’s hand had barely left his own crotch before Kerry dove down, his mouth eagerly seeking to bring to life the dormant cock. His face was almost buried in Mike’s crotch, his tongue licking the dark pubic hairs, as it traveled downwards, his face pushing aside the jeans.

Mike was uncomfortable as Kerry buried his head inside his open pants. He shifted himself, trying to give Kerry the room, but it was hard. The log was digging into his back, and he moved a bit, trying to get his back off the hard tree bark.

Kerry was getting nervous, he was trying and he could feel Mike shifting around under him. He could also feel that the limp cock was

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slowly reacting, but not like it had before to his touch. This was going badly and his brain was telling him in no uncertain terms that he was failing.

He tried one more time, his hand resting on Mike’s upper leg, his mouth pushing aside the tough jean fabric, his tongue desperately and quickly licking at the warm cock shaft, trying to bring it to life. He licked hard, the tongue pushing the cock shaft now, and then once again he felt Mike move, grunt a little as his tongue licked hard against the still soft flesh of the dick.

‘LOSER! FAILURE! LOSER! FAILURE!’

The words rang inside his head, with each desperate flick of his tongue, and then Mike let out a small yelp of pain, and that was it, which was the final insult.

Kerry sprang up; tears flooded his face, rolling down unabated as he looked at Mike’s stunned face. He didn’t know what to say, he saw the dark eyes and that was it. He was off, running down the small incline towards the beach. His ears rang with the taunts of his own brain, ‘FAILURE’ ‘LOSER’ and the two words reverberated across his brain.

He ran, feeling tree branches brush past him, rocks and other debris reaching out to bang against his pumping legs as he ran, ran towards nowhere but away from the yelling voice behind him.

Kerry’s heart raced, it was hurting him, but not like before, this time it was painful, a searing deep pain inside him, and now he could hear his own sobs as he ran, ran along the beach, feeling the cold river water against his ankles as he stumbled through the water, heading for the distant tree line, heading far away from the still yelling voice behind him that seemed to be getting closer. He gritted his teeth, pumped his arms more and made his legs pump faster, faster and faster.

On he ran, his legs aching with each step now, his heart beating fast, trying to jump from his chest, his lungs desperate for air, gasping with each pull of air, his head now rang like a loud bell, and still he could hear the yelling, the voice, and he couldn’t escape it, it kept getting closer.

He stumbled over a fallen tree and rolled in the sandy beach, the water racing up to greet him. He was soaked, but he struggled up, getting to his feet as he felt a sharp pain in his leg, but he ignored it, he stumbled forward, slower now as with each step he grunted in pain, and even that didn’t stop the yelling, he could still hear it roaring now in his ears as he stumbled onwards.

The yelling was closer, and he could hear deep breathing with each yell of his name, and his sobs were getting less too, as his heart raced, his steps became slower, as his foot ached and yet he had to run, he had to keep going, he had to escape the voice, the certain humiliation that

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was back at the camp. He had blown it, big time and he couldn’t even escape the voice telling him that.

He was coming up to a small bend, and he started to turn up, to get into the tree line, off the beach when he suddenly felt a solid hard thump against his back, a sudden force that knocked him forward. He felt two vice grips around his waist as he went sprawling face first into the hard sandy beach.

He hit hard, his breath knocked out from him, his already straining chest ached for air, and he couldn’t get any. He struggled to get up, but a heavy weight held him down. He was a real failure, he couldn’t even run away without screwing it up, and he cried, hard, into the wet sand, his face buried, his arms to his sides and his whole body pinned to the ground, and the tears flowed like a dam bursting.

“STOP IT!”

“DO YOU HEAR ME? STOP IT KERRY!”

The sounds penetrated his brain, he was not alone, and his wailing grew softer as he struggled to regain his senses. He wasn’t alone and that weight holding him down, it wasn’t a phantom brick, it was Mike. ‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘Mike, he had tackled him, that was why he went sprawling and now he was in for it.’

“GET OFF ME, LEAVE ME ALONE,” he yelled at the voice on top of him. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”

“NO!” came the shouted reply, close to his ear. “NO FUCKING WAY!”

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“Please, oh God, please Mike, leave me alone, I can’t… leave me alone, I am so sorry, please let me go, let me go,” he sobbed, his voice trembling with each word.

Mike was holding him down, his own breathing now returning to normal. He didn’t know Kerry could run so fast but he had a head start, and he didn’t have to do his pants up. He was tired, he had thrown himself forward as a last desperate attempt to stop Kerry from getting away and now all Kerry wanted was to leave, well, not yet he thought.

“No Kerry, I won’t leave you alone, not until you tell me what this is all about, no way, so settle down.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“If I let you up, you going to stay put and tell me what this is all about?”

“Why, it doesn’t matter anymore, I fucked up, okay, I know it’s over, so why drag it out.”

Mike was pissed now, and he rested on his knees, straddling Kerry’s backside. This wasn’t going anywhere. He reached down, and with his strong arms he flipped Kerry over, so that at least he was no longer talking to Kerry’s back.

Kerry was scared now, he had never seen Mike so angry, and the force of flipping him over stunned him, with its suddenness and its quickness. He looked up into the dark flaring eyes of Mike and tears rolled down his face.

“What the fuck you talking about Kerry?

“What is over and what did you fuck up?”

“You know,” he softly said.

“Jeez man, you are pissing me off, now talk sense will ya?”

“I am, now let me up.”

“NO! Now quit fucking me around, if you didn’t want to be here with me, why did you come in the first place?”

“WHAT?”

“I wanted to be here, that’s why I came.”

“Well you sure show it weird, one minute we’re fucking and the next you are running off in the woods bawling like a baby.”

“Yeah, well I guess I am not your usual fuck toy.”

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“YOU KNOW!”

“I Don’t, DAMN IT KERRY TALK FUCKING ENGLISH.”

“I am, I just had hoped. Well you know…”

“SHIT!”

“See, I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

“Kerry, just what am I supposed to understand? Huh? Tell me for Christ’s sake already.”

Mike’s exasperation was evident. His face was clouded over and his brow furled as he stared down at the blond wet boy beneath his legs.

He really wanted him, but he was confused now, what was this all about? Why was Kerry crying and just what had he fucked up? What did he mean his ‘fuck toy’ and then…

Mike’s brain was working over time now. It was starting to make sense, and suddenly his anger passed from his face and from his body. His handsloosened their grip that only seconds earlier were constricting Kerry’s flow of blood. Mike’s face was transformed as he gazed down at Kerry.

He slid down, his body now resting firmly on top of Kerry’s crotch, his legs still straddling him, his arms still holding onto Kerry’s wrists, keeping them above Kerry’s head. He stared down, but the anger in his eyes had gone.

Just as a condemned man awaits the verdict, Kerry lay perfectly still, his heart racing as he waited for Mike to tell him off, and to send him packing. He didn’t think he could survive it, but he had run out of options, he was caught and now he was going to pay. He had dared to dream that this adonis would want him for more than a romp. He had dreamed, and now he had to come back down to earth and face reality.

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He braced himself, his body tense as he waited for the sledgehammer to hit him, for that really was what it would be like when Mike told him off, he knew he had lost a war he had no business getting into. Mike was out of his league, and he should have known better, he should have just taken what he could, accepted that he wasn’t destined to have love with someone like Mike.

He felt the sudden easing of pressure on his body, and the relaxing of Mike’s grip on his wrists. Kerry opened his tightly closed eyes to stare up at Mike.

He saw sadness in those once threatening eyes. How could this be? Mike wasn’t looking like Thor ready to smite him with his hammer. He saw something else, he saw, no, that couldn’t be, but it looked like he saw understanding in those dark eyes.

‘Mike…” he stammered out, tears flowing freely down his cheeks now. He was so ashamed of himself, as Mike reached out, with his hand, and with his finger, he gently wiped away the cascading tears.

Something triggered his hands. They moved automatically to wipe away the flood of tears pouring from Kerry’s eyes. He gently wiped the salty teardrops, and then as Kerry called his name, starting to speak, he placed his finger on Kerry’s lips.

“Ssshhh, don’t talk, not yet, I need to say this.

“I know why you took off Kerry but you are wrong, you aren’t my boy toy or fuck toy or anything like that. Kerry, this, well this isn’t easy for me.”

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“Mike…”

“Don’t Kerry, let me say my piece or I’ll never get it out.”

Mike took a deep breath, his heart was racing and he was breaking out into a sweat, he had never been one for talking much, and certainly not about how he felt, this was really a first, but he had to, no that wasn’t right, he wanted to tell Kerry how he felt.

Finally he spoke, his eyes now glued to Kerry’s wide-open blue eyes. His swallowed a couple of times, trying to make his throat open and not feel so damn dry. Taking a deep breath, Mike started to talk, his eyes never leaving Kerry’s.

“I am not good at words, or telling people how I feel. For the most part Kerry I have never really had to, because, well because there never has been anyone I really wanted to tell, at least not until now. I, shit, I don’t know what it is I feel, except I know that you weren’t asked here by accident or because you have a hot bod, and well, I thought, well, that you were different.

“Look, I may not have the right words or stuff, but Kerry you are much more than a sex toy, I want more than that, and well, I want to have more than just doing it with you, I want us to be, well to be us, not you and not me, but us.

“Does this make sense?”

Kerry couldn’t keep his eyes from Mikes. He watched them change shade, cloud over then clear as Mike spoke to him softly. He felt his heart almost come to a stop as Mike told him what he wanted, and his own eyes softened, the tears continued but not from sadness.

“Yes Mike, it does.”

“Really Kerry?”

“Yes, oh god yes it does Mike.”

“I wish I knew how to say it, but Kerry you have to believe me, I don’t want you to be just a lay, I want you to be with me, not just now, but when we get home, I…”

Kerry looked up at Mike, and saw the torment there, deep in the eyes he saw the pain and his heart leaped outwards to Mike.

“I love you Mike,” he softly whispered.

Mike had never felt so naked as he did when those words hit him. Three simple words, everyone used them and rarely meant them, yet this was different. He knew that, his heart knew it too as it felt like it had stopped, soaking in those three small words..

His eyes clouded over and for the first time in many years, tears welled up threatening to gush out, and he fought for control

Instinct, Desire, it didn’t matter what you called it, took over. Mike shivered slightly, as he bent down, his body now sliding off to the side as his head came down, his eyes open, looking deep in those shimmering blue eyes of Kerry as his lips came down to find Kerry’s.

Kerry watched in awe as Mike’s whole face changed. It was like a huge weight was being taken off his shoulders, as Kerry’s simple words struck home.

He saw Mike’s shoulders sag slightly, and then his dark eyes became shimmering pools as tears formed over them. Kerry could feel a quiver run through Mike’s body, and he waited, holding his breath as Mike slowly slid down his body, his legs no longer pinning his waist, his arms no longer firmly holding his wrists in the sand.

Kerry witnessed a transformation; as he saw Mike slowly, like in a movie, gently lower himself. Not for a second did he lose contact with those eyes, as they came down to his face.. He saw Mike’s red full lips as they were slowly lowered to his own lips and as they touched, he felt his whole body shiver and shake as if a hundred lightning bolts had just hit him.

As his lips touched Kerry’s, Mike felt a tremor run through his body, like he was being charged by a jolt of electricity. His body trembled under the onslaught of the force, as it coursed through his entire body, sending a tingling sensation throughout, his toes, his arms, his legs, his whole body felt all goose bumpy as the current passed back

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and forth.

Mike couldn’t close his eyes as he kissed those lips. He saw Kerry’s eyes, and he looked deep into them, the blue giving way to a warm glow. His eyes peered deep, and it was like passing through layers of a fabric as reds, oranges, blues, greens, and yellow’s passed his vision.

He felt his hands gently caressing Kerry’s arms, as they moved on their own down his side, stroking every part of the body now, his eyes focused on the rainbow of colors parading past him, his brain soaking it all in, sending out no signals, and yet his body moved, as if by remote control.

Kerry watched, his own eyes growing larger as he saw Mike’s face change from its well-defined outline, to a gentler one. The hard jaw, now seemed softer, those dark eyes no longer looked so forbidding as their lips touched. He looked in, seeing confusion, seeing resolve, and most of all, seeing what he had only dreamed of, he saw a warm heart, beating for him.

His own heart seemed to reach out; his eyes grew wider as he felt a warm glow spread throughout his body. He could feel Mike’s heart beating against his chest, now in time with each beat of his own heart as the two bodies melted together.

Kerry was living his dream, when only minutes earlier he had been running from it. His own breathing started to grow, as his hands, now free, reached up to gently run through Mike’s dark hair, and then slowly run down the sides of Mike’s face.

His lips felt like they were now on fire as Mike just gently kissed them, and now they opened, slowly and he could now feel a warm wet presence, as Mike’s tongue slowly licked the full lips, gently tasting them. Kerry blinked briefly and as his eyes opened again the sight that greeted him stunned him.

The tingling sensation wouldn’t stop; instead it spread all over, and then started up fresh again. His whole body quivered to the feeling, as he kissed those warm lips. He tasted the salt from the tears that Kerry had shed, and his heart ached with the memory.

He felt his tongue gently prodding now, and he opened his own mouth to let it out, and he could taste the warmth, the glow that was coming from Kerry. His hands moved down the side of Kerry’s body, feeling his sides, then his waist and the damp jeans, but they still moved on, and now Mike was prone on top of Kerry, his hands down the legs of Kerry and his whole brain was still seeing layer after layer fall away as he continued to be mesmerized by those eyes, no longer blue, no longer any color, as he watched the effect his touch was having inside Kerry.

Mike’s hand reached between the two bodies, and in seconds he had both pants undone, the zippers down and the buttons popped.

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With a shrug and some gyrations, his pants were now down to his knees, and as he struggled to push them down, he managed to pull Kerry’s pants with his own.

His breathing was getting labored now, as his entire being was focused on the young body beneath him. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again, afraid of missing each emotion and thought that might pass across Kerry’s eyes.

As he managed to pull the pants down, his penis leaped out, jamming itself against Kerry’s own now free cock. He felt a sudden surge of heat as the two hard cocks touched, as if a prearranged signal was being sent.

His hands were now gently around the bare naked waist of Kerry, gently rubbing the waist area, gently pushing inwards, and with each gentle touch, Mike could feel the soft but firm pressure of Kerry’s penis against his own body.

Mike started to kiss harder now, and with each flick of his tongue, he drove deeper inside Kerry’s mouth. They exchanged breaths, each breathing into the other, each exchanging air from one lung to the other, as if trying to become one person.

Mike dug his body inwards, crushing into Kerry, and he could feel Kerry arch upwards, desperate now to force his own young blond body into Mike’s darker one.

His left hand now reached up, and gently caressed the side of Kerry’s face, as his tongue mounted a new campaign of twists and turns inside the warm eager mouth. His other hand had now reached inside, between the two crushing bodies, and was gently tracing along the long hard cock shaft buried underneath.

Like the constant beat of a base drum, Kerry could feel Mike’s heart beating inside his own chest. It was if the heart was resting right on his own, and he groaned silently with the intense pleasure that beat was giving him.

He could feel his body shake, as the night air found the tiny spaces between the two tight bodies and as Mike struggled with getting the pants off, Kerry held his man close to him.

Kerry felt his pants move, and suddenly a huge jolt of power went racing through his body, sending his arms to tighten their grip on Mike. His whole body seemed to wrap itself around Mike’s hard athletic body as this jolt of power sped through his frame.

His legs trembled under the feeling and somehow he managed to raise one foot up, snagging the waist of Mike’s pants and with a sudden push, he had the pants from Mike’s knees wrapped down and off the legs, dangling on his foot, he shook it, sending them off to the sandy beach. He now felt Mike’s knee raise and plant itself between his own legs, by his knees, and then it too pushed back, and he kept his legs

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together, as the jeans were torn free from his body, and sent down to his ankles.

With a quick jerk, he managed to shake free one pant leg then the other and just as with Mike’s pants, his foot shot his own off to join them bunched on the sandy beach.

As his foot flung his pants off, his whole body convulsed in a single deep tremor. Mike’s hand was inside, touching his hot dick and with each caress, each gentle touch, his body arched upwards, and electrical bolts raged inside his body.

Kerry started to breath hard, and he could feel a warmth inside his mouth and suddenly he realized that the air he was taking in was Mike’s, and this thought made him blink, his eyes glossed over.

Mike felt a tightening in his stomach. His body ached for the boy beneath him. His heart was pounding and yet it felt like it was beating from the outside. He started to kiss Kerry all over his face.

He gently kissed the eyes, tasting more of the salty tears, then the nose, the cheeks and then the chin. His tongue licked under the chin, tasting more salty tears.

He started to move himself downwards, his body sliding along the firm young body. His hands now roamed at will, one minute rubbing Kerry’s hard throbbing penis, the next gently running along the flat stomach, then the legs.

Mike was tasting Kerry, with each flick of his tongue, and his head moved down to the chest, licking at the tiny blond hairs around the chest cleft, twirling them inside his own mouth now, and his hands were now gently running along the slender waist.

He pushed himself down, his right leg pinning Kerry’s arm. With his heart racing, he started to slide down the firm body, towards Kerry’s crotch. Kerry couldn’t contain himself. The sudden change in motion made him groan loudly as Mike’s tongue found a spot just by his nipple, licking it sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

His arm was now pinned under one of Mike’s legs, and he could feel the hard muscles, the strength of them, as his brain reeled. Kerry could feel a tug, and he felt Mike’s body weight shift down, as he twisted under Mike’s strong hands, rubbing his chest one second, then gently running along his hard cock shaft the next.

As Mike’s body moved down, he could feelhis arm tingle, and then with a sudden twist and pull motion, he managed to send Mike’s legs upwards to his own upper torso, while pushing down with his other hand on Mike’s head he sent the upper body of Mike down towards his own throbbing aching penis.

As Mike’s legs came up, he managed to lift one up and over his frame, so that now Mike still lay on top of him, but his head was now aimed towards his crotch, and Mike’s own crotch was rubbing against

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his own face.

Mike could feel Kerry’s arm lift his leg up and pull and at the same time his other hand was pushing his head down towards his throbbing hot cock. He swivelled his hips, bringing his legs up while sliding his upper body down, and shortly he was straddling Kerry once more, but this time his legs were on either side of Kerry’s face, his own face was now only inches from Kerry’s long thick hot cock.

Kerry breathed in deeply, and that special scent that was Mike came rushing in through his nostrils. It was a smell that Kerry always wanted to have close to him, and as the huge hard cock dangled near his face, his hands now moved up the long muscular legs, feeling the rippling muscles as his eyes stared at the hard cock, taking in every inch of it, seeking every mark, every pore opening, every vein outline, as his hands continued their slow movement up the long solid legs.

Mike smelled the clean scent of Kerry as his tongue lightly licked the long inner thigh. His heart was beating with excitement, as his mouth moved nearer and closer to Kerry’s penis. He could feel the warmth as his mouth approached the long hard weapon. He licked his lips with the prospect of taking it in his mouth. His eyes were glued to the long thick shaft; the way the vein pulsed along its under side, with each beat of Kerry’s heart.

He shifted slightly, bringing him even closer to this wonderful part of Kerry. His tongue flicked out, just barely touching the thick bulging cock head. Mike felt the sudden spasm as it traveled through Kerry’s slender body.

There was no going back now. He reached over with one hand, grabbing the firm warm ass cheeks of Kerry, his fingers tightening around the white flesh, digging in. He pulled upwards, sending the long throbbing penis gyrating in the air as he raised his head, watching the dance of that hot cock, then he slowly opened his mouth, and started to lower his face towards the erect cock.

Kerry stared at Mike’s large balls and he stared as Mike’s hips wiggled around, sending the huge full balls to and fro, slapping against his inner thighs, the huge cock resting on Kerry’s upper chest. The hot cock shaft rubbing against his chin as Mike’s hands grabbed hold of his own ass cheeks.

Kerry moved his hands faster now, up from above his head and Mike’s strong legs, moving them quickly up to the warm flesh that was Mike’s tight ass. His hands found their target, gently pushing the flesh as they reached inside, and then his fingers found the warm ass crack, and with one hand on each side, Kerry pulled back, exposing to his face the wondrous insides of the man of his dreams.

He saw the small pink asshole, quivering in the night air, waiting for him, and he heard a small groan from his own loins as he lifted his

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face up slightly, and his tongue started to probe the inside of the ass crack, gently licking the sides, tasting Mike.

As his tongue flicked out, he felt Mike’s hands move from his ass cheeks up and around the insides of his thighs, pushing them open and then he could feel the strong hands gently cup his balls, one in each hand. His breathing started to get shallow as his whole body shook with Mike’s tender cupping of his own full balls.

Mike held Kerry’s two balls in his hands, gently squeezing them. His tongue now started its work, as it wound its way around the hot thick cock base, licking at the blond pubic hairs surrounding the tall giant tree. His heart was no longer his, it raced at its own pace, as if under some other spell, his breathing wasn’t his, all that he knew was that his head pounded, a rush of air raging inside his head.

Each touch of the hot thick cock sent his body quivering, and he felt a quickening of his own pulse, no longer feeling anything but a strange calming warmth throughout his whole body.

His tongue flicked again and again, slowly working its way up the long thick pole, tasting the sweet taste of Kerry. He could feel small drops hitting his lips as he worked up the thick cock shaft, feeling the thick vein along the shaft pulse with each beat, in time with each flick of his tongue.

Kerry’s head was spinning to the sounds of two different heartbeats coming from his chest. He knew that wasn’t possible but he could hear the two different thumps.

His legs twitched and he moved his head in closer now, his tongue working around the small pink hole, gently touching it. Each touch made his own body quiver with anticipation.

His hands dug into the warm soft flesh of Mike’s ass cheeks, pulling them wider, opening the ass, stretching the warm pink hole even more as his tongue struck it dead center. Kerry felt a sudden jolt of electricity as his tongue dug into the pink flesh, tasting Mike’s ass, tasting the essence that was his dream man.

He pushed up now, his face buried into the warm flesh, his nose resting on the soft ass cheeks, his tongue now pushing aside the pink asshole, entering Mike’s asshole.

Mike’s eyes widened as he approached the cock head of Kerry. He saw small white drops dripping from the small slit on top and his mouth moved eagerly up to it, and his tongue flicked once, then twice, as it swallowed the pre cum, swirling the warm milk inside his mouth before swallowing it.

As the warm milk went down his throat, his body trembled and shook. His hands quivered around the jiggling full balls that they held, and his fingers tightened around them, squeezing them together, and as the hot sac gave to his pressure, his mouth opened wide, and his tongue

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flicked and licked at the moist cock head.

His lips touched the searing flesh of Kerry’s cock head. The heat was immense, as his body now wouldn’t stop shaking. His own legs were quivering, and he could feel a deep warmth traveling up his asshole, into his stomach, and up to his heart

He held both balls in one hand now, his other reached down for Kerry’s own moist pink delight. He found it quickly and as he did, he felt a sudden filling of his own asshole. Groaning loudly now, he inserted his index finger into the warm moist hole, and as his finger entered Kerry’s ass, his mouth moved down, engulfing the cock that swayed before him.

Kerry’s tongue was no longer under his own control. It pushed inwards, pushing aside the pink asshole muscle, stretching it so it could enter fully, tasting every inch of the insides of Mike.

His body was a molten mass of hot lava; it shook to every touch, to every feel from below and from above. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, they were no longer part of his being, instead he felt a strange warm glow throughout his body, and with each inward push of his tongue he felt a strange quiver go through his heart, sending it racing faster than ever, each lick sending flashing lights of purple and green across his face.

Deeper his tongue delved into Mike’s asshole, tasting the warm silky smoothness of his inside tunnel. His breathing was now in short gasps as his whole body tensed from the strange bolts that ran through him. Kerry could feel the tapping of Mike’s hard cock against his upper body as he pushed in more. He heard himself moaning loudly, his voice sending the birds into flight.

Suddenly he felt a strange glow start at his crotch and he knew that any second now he would be sending his milk out to a waiting and eager mouth. His hands let go of the hot flesh, and were now down along Mike’s waist, pushing the crotch up, and he moved his face off and out of the warm tasty asshole, his mouth now eager for something else.

His tongue dragging down the ass crack, it found the hard cock root, licked it harshly, and then moved on urgently to the hard full balls, licking each one, coating it with his saliva, as he sought the cock shaft.

Kerry’s asshole opened wide to take Mike’s probing finger, and as it entered him, Kerry arched upwards, forcing his enormous cock into the waiting mouth. Mike almost gagged as the huge long cock entered his waiting mouth.

He swallowed it whole, tasting the salty pre cum, still oozing out from the throbbing cock head. His lips tightened on the thick hot shaft, as it passed between them, coating it with his own mouth juices. He felt the hot cock push down his throat, rubbing his tonsils as it lodged itself firmly inside his mouth.

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Without any hesitation, his mouth moved back, letting part of the cock leave his warm moist mouth, then quickly he pushed forward again, sending his tightly wrapped lips back down the hard shaft, until his lips felt the light tickle of the blond pubic hairs. His finger buried deep inside Kerry’s hot young asshole.

Mike could feel Kerry’s hips twist and move with each wiggle of his finger, with each lick of his tongue and he could feel a sudden quickening of his pulse as the motion only grew harder and faster. Kerry kept pumping his own cock deep into Mike’s eager mouth, the saliva mixing with the pre-cum making the cock shaft slick and slippery, helping to send it further down Mike’s willing throat. The huge cock head pounded his throat muscles, stretching them wider with each thrust inwards. It bounced hard along the inner walls, and each touch of Mike’s finger deep in Kerry’s asshole sent the huge cock head into a wild gyration in Mike’s mouth.

Kerry’s tongue moved up the long hard cock shaft, tasting every inch of the hot flesh, feeling the heat and the rushing blood as it traveled along the long thick shaft upwards, up to the raging cock head, swaying in circle as it awaited eagerly some guiding force. The tongue found its mark and as the tip licked the tasty head, the whole body beneath him started to arch upwards, sliding the huge cock shaft off his chest, raising it in the air, and as the head neared his chin, Kerry opened his mouth even wider now, and as the head touched his lips, he flicked his tongue out under the hot throbbing cock head.

The tongue passed by the hot head, and then the tip of the tongue seemed to curl upwards against the far side of the hot cock head, and then pulled back, the huge throbbing cock head came backwards, and then it was being brushed by the hot red lips of Kerry’s mouth.

The hot cock felt the moist lips, and it bounced back eager to be held by them, and Kerry moved his face forward and upwards, and as he did he felt his whole body convulse in one long tremor, reaching back from his toes to the hair on his head, his arms quivered as they held the hot sweat soaked waist of Mike, his own chest heaved under the tremor’s onslaught, and his stomach shook with the rumbling.

In one quick second the huge throbbing dick was pushing past his hot lips, into his warm moist mouth, pushing down his tongue and arching backwards towards his opening throat. The cock head hit his upper mouth as it rushed into the widening mouth, eager to travel down the soft throat of Kerry. Pre-cum flowed from the head, easing its travel in the young throat, greasing the silky sides even more as it pushed inwards faster now, lodging itself down the throat passageway.

Mike couldn’t feel himself even breath. He knew his chest was in constant torment from shortness of breath and the heaving of his chest, but he didn’t care, all he wanted was to taste the fresh milk from Kerry,

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he needed it.

He closed his eyes again, as the flashing rainbow before him was too blinding. He felt the huge cock jerk hard in his mouth, as he pushed his hand against the giving flesh of Kerry’s ass. His jaw felt like it was being stretched past his ears as his mouth engulfed the huge throbbing pulsating penis deep in his throat and mouth. His lips were like red vice grips, clenching the long hard cock shaft as it ploughed in and out of his warm mouth.

His legs jumped and bucked, his hips thrust up and down and his arms were like rubber, desperately trying to hold him up as he attended to the pounding cock in his mouth. He felt dizzy as wave after wave of electricity pulsed through his veins, sending jolts of power to every extremity of his body, causing him a strange eerie tingling in his fingers, his toes, his limbs, everywhere.

He felt the sudden quickening of the blood in Kerry’s hot dick, the huge vein was felt like another long dick the way it bulged out and throbbed and he could feel the blood, feel it pulse, feel it race along the thick vein, under the huge cock, and he knew, he could feel it, and then…

Kerry could feel himself shudder, but it was a constant quiver now. He felt his ass arch upwards quicker now, faster and faster as his heart sped up, his muscles tensed up as he pounded the hot moist mouth with his long thick cock.

His own mouth was now in pain; he felt the huge cock drilling his throat, seeking his every being with each inward push. He felt the huge weapon push his lips wider and wider with each gyration of Mike’s hips and the twists of his own head as he tried to keep the huge cock on a straight downward path.

The pressure was building, his body didn’t stop its shaking and trembling for a second. It was constant now, the flashing colors paraded across his vision. His head pounded and his muscles strained throughout his body. His ears rang with a rushing sound of air, as Mike’s penis kept pushing inside his mouth.

The motion increased, his lips already tight against the hot flesh of the thick cock grew tighter. The pushing motion grew faster, the stretching of his throat became constant and his whole face ached from the strain. His eyes misted over, and he saw bursting stars through his closed eyelids. His whole body was raising itself, then dropping, raising, then dropping and his breathing was labored, his heart racing like an over wound jet engine as his body thrashed under Mike, and then…

Mike couldn’t hold on any longer, and even with the huge throbbing cock buried inside his throat, he yelled out loud and as the animal sound escaped his full mouth his body lurched downwards, grinding itself into Kerry’s equally forceful upward thrust. His cock

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ground itself deep into Kerry’s mouth, jerking wildly as his balls felt like they were wrapped around his whole cock shaft, and then he felt it, felt his hot milk pour out of his tightly held cock, deep into Kerry’s throat.

As his brain registered the sudden release of his milk he felt a sudden push into his mouth, his hands left the warm ass cheeks, to dig hard into the wet sand beneath him and beneath Kerry, and he felt a hard whack against his throat muscles, his throat constricted, tightening the hold around the bucking penis in his mouth, and as it did, as his body shuddered, he felt a sudden gush of hot liquid pour down his throat.

Kerry couldn’t believe it, his body arched upwards; he threw every ounce of his entire weight behind this thrust, and was met by an equal downward push from Mike. He could hear the air between the two bodies being hammered out from between. He felt a sudden thrust against his upward motion and he felt a sudden hard jerk at the back of his throat, his head felt like exploding as he started to taste a warm sweet liquid. Mike’s cum was now flooding his mouth, and he eagerly swallowed load after load of the sweet cream.

As the first wave came flooding into his mouth, he felt his own groin shudder and send rippling spasms through his legs and upper torso, and he felt a sudden heat in his groin.

Kerry’s cock careened off the back of Mike’s throat and as the first of Mike’s own sweet cream flooded Kerry’s mouth, now his own sweet juice rushed out, cascading down the tight throat into Mike.

His hips pushed up even more, struggling to fill Mike’s mouth with not only his huge cock but his entire groin area. He could feel his blond pubic hairs pushing up against the firm tightly clamped lips, his balls swinging below.

Mike’s body trembled with each and every hot load of cum that came pouring out of his cock into Kerry’s willing mouth. Wave after wave of tremors rocked his young muscular body as his hot cream filled Kerry’s throat, mouth, and stomach.

Slowly his body eased itself from its downward pressure, as he finally gave one last quiver and one last spurt of his hot sweet juice entered the tidal wave of cum already inside Kerry’s mouth. For minutes his whole body was in convulsions.

Kerry swallowed as fast as possible, and still Mike’s cum was threatening to drown him. He tasted the sweet salty flavor and each taste made him only want more of the milky cream.

His own cock continued its own wild shooting; matching Mike’s own hard shots, and his milk flowed easily down Mike’s throat. He could feel its warmth all along his thick shaft, buried deep into Mike’s throat.

Slowly his cock’s wild jerking eased and his body trembled with the

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final spurt of hot cum into Mike’s mouth. He felt his body ease itself back down onto the wet sandy beach. His body covered in sweat from his exertions and from Mike. He felt like he was in a wading pool, and he was eager to splash and thrash around for more.

Finally, he felt Mike’s cock slip out of his mouth, his tongue gently licking it as it left the warm confines of his mouth. The last remnants of Mike’s cream eagerly licked off. Kerry could also feel his own penis return to the earth, as it plopped out of Mike’s sore mouth, but just as his tongue had, so did Mike’s, licking off the last vestiges of Kerry’s cream from the now shrinking cock.

The two spent bodies lay there, as the warm river water lapped around their naked bodies. Their breathing became more regular as they slowly returned from the heights of their passion, to the cover of the night.

With their strength slowly returning, Kerry and Mike finally were able to move their spent bodies, and they sat up. Mike started laughing as it finally dawned on him that he was sitting in a pool of water, the river tide had come in during their passionate love making, and they were sitting in a few inches of water.

As Kerry sat up, bringing his knees up to his chin, he looked over to see Mike laughing and he smiled as he to realized they were sitting in the water.

“You had to flood the joint didn’t you?” Mikejokingly commented.

“ME? I think it was you, Mr. Horny Dog,” Kerry replied, his face lit up by the glow from the moon.

With that, Mike splashed some of the water at Kerry, just like a ten year old in a swimming pool and for several minutes they sat there, splashing each other and laughing.

Mike reached out finally and drew Kerry into him. He hugged him hard, and said:

“Don’t ever run from me again Kerry, I don’t ever want to lose what we have, okay?”

Tears started to well up in his eyes as those words were whispered into his ear. He hung onto Mike with a feverish grip, which was almost crushing Mike with its ferocity.

“I won’t,” was all he could say. He looked up into Mike’s dark eyes and realized that he had found his other half.

Mike reached down and gently kissed him, his eyes sparkling with joy and with desire.

They both rose off the wet beach and looked around for their clothes. They found the sodden mess a ways off, and had to wring them out. Slinging their soaked jeans over their backs, they headed back to the campsite.

The night air gently blowing across their young naked bodies, and

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together, hand in hand they slowly strolled down the beach, enjoying each other’s company, just being together.

The two returned to the campsite, each one still lost in their own thoughts. The fire had died considerably, and Mike set about getting it blazing once more. The night air was cool, and being naked didn’t help keep themselves warm. Kerry took the wet clothes and hung them up on the branches of a nearby tree, and wondered if he should go in and get some dry jeans.

Mike solved the question by asking him to go and grab a sleeping bag and blanket so they could sit by the fire. Kerry smiled and quickly set about to set up a nice spot by the fire, where they could just lay back and enjoy each other.

Mike managed to get the fire roaring once again, and he stacked up some extra large logs to be handy to throw in later. As Kerry brought out a blanket and sleeping bag he went inside the tent to get some beer and munchies. He whistled a soft tune, being very happy for the time being. What had been a scary time seemed to no longer matter, it was settled and the rest would just have to take care of itself for now.

Kerry set the blanket and sleeping bag up so he and Mike could keep each other warm by the fire. He just finished when Mike returned with a couple of cold brews for them both.

He smiled and gave Kerry a small kiss on the cheek then sat down, his arm up, waiting for Kerry to sit down and snuggle under his strong arms. Kerry’s heart skipped a beat at the sight, and he could feel another stirring in his groin.

He lowered himself, and snuggled in close, his head resting in Mike’s arms, leaning on his shoulder, his long blond hair brushing against Mike’s face. They sat there, drinking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company, not moving other than to snuggle in closer, the blanket wrapped around them, protecting them from even their thoughts.

The flames danced and jumped for hours, and they just sat there, listening to the crackling of the wood, the sounds of the night passing through the woods, the owls, and other night creatures. It was as close to peace as they could have imagined, and eventually Kerry started to drift off into sleep, his head still nestled in the crook of Mike’s arm, Mike’s head now leaning on Kerry’s as he too felt the quiet of the night, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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