Chapter 20

“They are planning to set up the apartment out over the garage as the supposed place where Chris is going to live.”

“Yeah? That’s a good idea, avoids potential questions I suppose”

“I guess”

“You don’t sound convinced Tay?”

“I don’t know, it takes some getting used to I guess”

“Guess you going to have to just trust him”

“Oh right, yeah I guess so, Billy doesn’t sound exactly thrilled either”

“Well it is a big change”

“Yeah, you know something, I think you are gorgeous today”

“Oh, sure now that I got dressed you get romantic”

“Well if you call putting on a pair of damn boxer shorts getting dressed… hehe    come here lover boy”

“Lover boy? Since when did I get demoted?”

“Demoted? Hehe well since you put shorts on, now if you take them off, well maybe you might get that raise….hehe”

Jeremy stood up and with one push, the white boxer shorts were around his ankles, and with a casual flick of his foot, they went flying in Taylor’s direction.

With a surprising move, Taylor reached out and grabbed the flying pair of shorts, brought them up to his face and breathed in deeply, he then looked up over the bunched up shorts and smiled at Jeremy. Taylor’s deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he grinned behind the shorts, watching Jeremy’s face for the answer he knew would soon come.

Jeremy’s eyes flashed as they took in the deep blue eyes twinkling at him. God, he was such a handsome looking stud, and best of all, Taylor was now his, and no one else’s, not even Billy’s and that made his eyes sparkle with a deep sense of desire.

In three quick steps Jeremy stood by Taylor then before Taylor could even drop the boxer shorts, he was on top of him, his naked limps wrapping around the soft flesh of Taylor. The touch of his own naked flesh against Taylor’s skin sent a wave of joy through him as his mind knew that this was going to be another special moment in a life that seemed filled with special moments. Shit, he really was in love with Taylor, of that he had no doubt.

The old chesterfield groaned with the sudden weight of two healthy virile young men and they both laughed as they heard the springs sag beneath their weight. It was a care free moment, and Taylor’s eyes seemed to shine as Jeremy lay on top of him, their legs stretched out on the long couch, their eyes only an inch apart and their breathes mingling with the other’s as they savoured the moment.

Taylor would kill to be able to just spend his life like this, his man on top, the smile as wide as the Grand Canyon it seemed, but more than that, the way his touch and his smell and even his breath made him feel so loved and needed and yes, even comfortable.

It wasn’t the same as when he and Billy used to lie like this in the bed at night, not all that long ago. Then it was more like they were holding onto each other to keep away the darkness, the pain that was just one more bond between them. This was different; it wasn’t to keep things out, but instead to let good things inside.

God, if Jeremy only knew how much his love meant to him, how much it gave him the courage to simply get up each morning, to want to come home at night, but he couldn’t find the words. Instead he smiled wider, his eyes bursting forth with his desire and that was all that Jeremy really needed.

Jeremy watched the changes flash across Taylor’s eyes, he even felt the slight hitch in Taylor’s heart as the dark clouds rolled on through. He could feel his own heart beat in sympathy, not knowing exactly what it was that had Taylor worried, but knowing that together they would fight it and beat it.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Taylor, and that included taking on his impressive father, but somehow, Jeremy knew that wasn’t going to be necessary, in some ways he felt that Seth was more lost than Taylor had been when they first met ages ago at that party. Damn, he had never seen such a hot stud before, and without even realizing it they had wound up in a dark corner talking for hours before heading back to what was then Jeremy’s dingy apartment.

Taylor could see the deep hunger growing inside of Jeremy as they laid there, their naked bodies pressing against each other and their very hard penis’ pushing against the other, a hard reminder of just how much they needed each other.

Suddenly Jeremy felt a pair of hot wet lips pressing up on his own mouth and he looked down into the deep Pacific Ocean blue eyes of Taylor. Yeah, there was turmoil there, just like the ocean, but oh when it was calm they looked so frigging beautiful, it was impossible to deny them anything and he knew that he would never deny Taylor anything as he opened his lips to let Taylor’s warm rough tongue enter his own mouth.

The kiss was long and passionate, as their hands simply held the other, feeling each other’s muscles coiling, feeling the young bodies strengthen and more than that, they could feel the raw excitement building within each other, as their tongues danced together, their eyes locked in a tender embrace of desire, their hearts beating with increasing fervour for their eventual union.

Slowly they broke apart and just continued to stare into each other’s souls. The eyes no longer reflecting light, but absorbing the thoughts and desires of the other person. It was like a truly emotional bonding, one that would always touch their hearts, minds, and above all else, their souls.

“God I love you”

“I know Tay, I feel so whole, when I am with you”

“You too? Wow… uh… you know, I hope he’ll be okay”

“Billy? Shit, that kid will be fine”

“No, I meant Dad”

“It really matters to you don’t it?”

“Funny, but yeah it does, I mean we fought like real enemies at times, but yeah, it really does matter”

“He’ll be fine, he’s got you to back him up, and Billy”

“I suppose… you know, you never really talk much about your father.”

“I know, let’s keep it that way, least for now”

“Okay, but Jer, shit, you know I am here for you”

“Yeah I know that, now shut up and kiss me or else I am going to get dressed again”

“Fuck you”

“I sure hope so stud man, hehe”

Taylor reached up and planted a hot wet kiss on Jeremy’s lips, tasting some salt and he knew that Jeremy was very emotional. Fuck, he had almost ruined a good time by bringing that up, but he was worried about his dad, and he was worried that maybe Jeremy needed more than just a kiss and hug. Shit, he wanted to be more than just someone who wiped away the moment with a good fuck, he wanted to be to Jeremy what Jeremy had become to him, a true partner. Well, he guessed that in time Jeremy would let him all the way in, hell he was still holding back too, but the way Jeremy would look at him, how could he refuse?

The kiss was tender and it made Jeremy’s heart quicken in desire as images of a lost youth flashed by him. He could feel his own pain flowing again, the pain he normally had hidden but all this weekend it had been there, near the surface waiting for a chance to once more spring forth and ruin his life. Well, not now, not this time, and once more he was able to push it down and out of his minds conscious. ‘Not this time’ echoed in his mind as his hands groped down Taylor’s side, ‘not this time’.

It was if the two bodies were set on automatic, the way the hands just simply moved on their own pre designed route, each hand finding some spot to rub, to touch, to press against, while the legs twitched and moved from side to side, gripping one time, then laying flat the next as the two bodies just tried to grind themselves into one single mound of hot flesh.

Both minds were lost in their own reverie as their bodies continued the wild dance to entice, to excite and to join. Taylor could feel his cock jerking a little and the wet sticky feeling of Jeremy’s pre cum made him groan slightly as he adjusted his legs and then his eyes opened and he stared at the solemn face before him.

Jeremy had his own eyes closed as he concentrated on making Taylor forget everything but the moment and yet at the same time he could feel himself being drawn into a place he didn’t want to go. He could feel his doubts rising, his fears gaining hold and the feel of Taylor’s pressing cock wasn’t pushing them aside fast enough.

The wild press of Taylor’s hands, the urgent press of the fingers against his young soft flesh stopped and it made him open his own eyes.

As they peered out, the hazelnut eyes questioning the loving blue of Taylor’s eyes, he felt the hands resting on his shoulder, one slowly rising up to brush against his wet cheek, the back of the hand gently rubbing along his cheekbone, touching him, making his whole body quiver with its tenderness.

“I was never one for all those fancy words, not like you Jeremy, but…”

“Taylor, it isn’t…”

“Sssh, yes it is Jeremy, you are my world Jeremy, I know that whatever it is you feel, I will feel it too, and there is nothing, no one, no situation, nothing, that is going to change this feeling I have for you”

“I know that Taylor, honestly I do…”

“Yeah I know that you know it but now it’s my turn to make you believe it too, will you let me?”

Jeremy couldn’t believe it; the words were like tiny darts striking his heart. Every word, every inflection of that soft voice was like a thousand needles in his body. How could he refuse him? How could he deny him? As these thoughts roared into his mind, tears started to roll down his cheeks and the soft gentle hand now carefully wiped them away, the deep blue eyes surrounding him with their love and the legs now wrapped around his shivering body, holding him close.

“I, I, damn… oh yes Taylor, I will… I,”

Taylor needed nothing else and gently he pressed his lips upwards, kissing the moist hazel eyes, tasting the salt of Jeremy’s tears and gently he moved out from under the quivering body. He lay side by side with the person who had reached inside and touched his soul and without even thinking he gently moved more, so now his body rested more on top of Jeremy, than beneath it.

He kissed him all over, soft gentle kisses meant to show his love, his care for the young man who was his, and he could feel the body shaking to each touch, feel the heart jump with each soft kiss and his hands now gently roamed along his front, touching the firm pink nipples, touching the soft skin and making it quiver with excitement and with love.

Slowly his hands moved down the entire chest, found the soft flesh of the belly, gently prodding the skin, feeling the heat of Jeremy’s flesh as his hand made its journey downwards, all the time his mouth was pressing and kissing other parts of the shaking man.

The image of a small young child crying in a corner was gone, the fears brought forth by angry words from an angry man no longer rose up to clutch at his heart and Jeremy felt nothing but calm in his body as Taylor kissed him. It was amazing, he had never felt so much in love as he did this second, and actually feeling the love as it wrapped its cloak of warmth around his shaking body.

They moved together, their bodies slowly becoming one moving entity, their hearts joined together as they beat faster in unison, their breathing becoming shallower with each passing second of their embrace and yet the outside world no longer existed for them.

Not even the sound of their phone ringing, ringing and ringing intruded on their silent lovemaking. The sound of the answering machine clicking on, their own voices talking, the voice at the other end leaving its message was able to intrude on this moment of their love and slowly Taylor’s hand reached out for the coffee table, as his body pressed hard up against Jeremy’s opened legs.

With skill borne out of practise, he found the small condom package and had it between his teeth. A guick passing thought of his younger brother roared past, making him blink for a second, wondering if Billy was using condoms with mike, knowing that they never did, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he would have to talk to Billy about it, but for now he unwrapped the package and reached down between his own shaking legs.

His hand groped past the quivering oozing cock of Jeremy, to find his own throbbing penis and with his fingers he managed to get the condom partly onto his penis, Jeremy’s hand coming down to rest on his, then to move his fumbling fingers aside and finish rolling the thin rubber shield down his pulsing penis.

Taylor looked up to see the deep love of Jeremy flashing out of his eyes, covering him with its brilliance and with its open need. His heart skipped a beat as he felt Jeremy’s hand resting around the bottom of his cock, holding him there, not squeezing, but just enjoying the touch of his manhood against his hand.

Just as the body beneath him started to move, he felt Jeremy’s soul reaching deep into his own body, to touch his own soul and to tell him how much he really loved him and as he gazed back, his own soul sent its answer through their locked eyes.

Jeremy didn’t feel the 7 ¼ inch penis enter his body, all he could feel was the sudden warmth of love as it covered him, entered his body through every pore, every opening and he knew that he was being loved by a true person, not some dream, not some fuck fantasy, but by someone who had as many deep feelings for him as he could hope for.

His young heart was beating at a fever pitch as his whole body shook and trembled with the sudden feeling of love that simply overwhelmed him. His mind was blank, no longer thinking of anything but the warm feeling, imagining nothing but a life to be spent like this. Sweat started to pour from his body as it answered the hot love that filled him and he could distantly hear the groaning and moans of the old chesterfield as their two bodies crashed together in loving embrace after loving embrace.

Taylor could feel a strange glow entering his body as his eyes felt the deep desire of Jeremy. His soul was on fire as it answered the urgent need of Jeremy’s own soul and his body felt like a blast furnace as sweat started to drip in rivers off his skin, forming rivers of water all along the quivering body beneath him.

It was like being in the middle of a tropical storm, the hot liquid cooling into a fine mist of steamy vapour as the two bodies crashed together, their physical forms desperate to be like their souls, to be one single mass. Each crashing together only drove their minds blank, their hearts to race faster, their blood to boil even more and yet through it all their souls continued to raise the temperature, to make them even hotter, to make them both groan louder, moan harder, breathe faster, until with one single loud yell, the two physical bodies collapsed together, both of them spent beyond measure as their souls simply smiled their pleasure.

Jeremy opened his eyes, the ache inside of him gone, the doubts of the past erased and nothing but joy filled every part of his body. Slowly he was able to focus, and there on top of him still was Taylor, his eyes closed, the soft gentle breathing showing he was sleeping, wrapped in Jeremy’s arms, his head resting on the shoulder, his face tilted towards Jeremy’s face. Oh God, he sank out with his heart, this really was happening, it wasn’t a dream and he knew that one day soon they would have to talk, and he knew that when they did, Taylor would still be at his side.

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The room was dark; the soft even sounds of Mike’s gentle sleep filled the room with its sound. He moved his head slowly on the pillow so he could stare at the soft gentle angelic face that rested so peacefully next to him.

As long as he could lay next to Mike every night, he knew there wasn’t anything he couldn’t survive, but without him, well he didn’t really want to think about it and he shivered slightly.

The trembling of his body made Mike’s body squirm a little, and Billy felt the warm flesh move inwards, moving closer to his own body and he smiled. Even asleep, Mike could sense the need for his touch and it made him feel safe, to have someone so special in his life.

Quietly, Billy lay back on the pillow; his head staring upwards, his mind still fully awake, unwilling to sleep yet. It had too many issues to resolve and despite the passionate love of the day, he still felt a bit unsure, unsteady.

This was certainly a unique weekend, and they had set it up so that next Saturday they would help Chris move his stuff over and set it up in the apartment suite they had over the garage.

He laughed a little at that, remembering how he and Mike had spent hours picking out clothes and stuff to put into the other bedroom upstairs. That was Mike’s room, but he had yet to spend one night in there, instead every night was spent in a passionate frenzy of sex here and then exhausted spent sleep together, and now here was his dad doing the same thing but on a bigger scale.

A cloud of anger crossed his face too, as he wished with all his heart that one day such charades wouldn’t be necessary. What kind of world was it, that made people who loved each other hide that love? Surely love was meant to be shown, to be paraded around and yet while all those straight people could not only parade it, but flaunt it, a real love like his and Mike’s had to be kept hidden.

Man he could really boil on thinking of it, on how unfair it all was and he knew that for now, there was dick that he could do about it. Mike said it never bothered him, but he knew differently. He could see it at a school, how guys would go walking down the hallway, their bodies pressed up against some girls body, their tongues rolling around together, and yet while they could go about doing that, he and Mike couldn’t even hold hands in public for fear of being derided or worse.

Shit, he doubted if any of those so-called lovers even knew what real love was, let alone be in love. He and Mike were in love, there was so much more between them than just a good fuck buddy or blowjob and yet they couldn’t even begin to describe or share their feelings with their friends.

He knew the risks, his father had clearly laid them out when all of this was starting, and he had to admit, for one brief second he had felt like running from it, but fortunately his heart had refused to be panicked, and now here was his own father taking that same plunge.

Billy had a pretty good idea of how tough it would be if his classmates found out about him and Mike, but it had to be tens times worse for his father. Least if they found out about him, he could transfer to another school, get home schooling or move, but how could his father survive if his clients found out?

Risks were a part of life, or so his mother said, but this was a hell of a big risk for his father, and if he admitted it, for Chris too, to be taking at this stage of their lives.

Well, Chris must really be something if his dad was willing to risk his whole life for him. He sure hoped that the guy appreciated what his dad was doing.

What was strange to him was the way Mike seemed to defend them both, as if he had been in on it all but he knew that wasn’t true, least he didn’t think it was. Shit, Mike had even kind of bawled him out for being snot with Chris yesterday and he was right.

He never really considered it until now, but Mike was right. He had acted kind of snotty, but it was just that it was a shock, and well, Chris did seem nice enough but he didn’t really know him. Funny, Mike had said his dad never really knew him but look at how he had accepted him into his home.

Fuck, Mike could come up with the words when he wanted to, and he did feel kind of guilty about how he had acted. He just wanted his dad to be happy, and wasn’t so sure that shacking up with some divorced guy was the answer. Man, that sure set Mike off, and he recalled the lecture he got from his lover and the smile grew wider as he remembered it all.

Mike had been fuming, like some husband who had just come home from a long day at work and found out that not only was dinner ruined but that they would be entertaining some god awful neighbours.

He had pointed out that while there was risk for his dad, that Chris had the greater risk. When he didn’t buy that, man did he get a lesson in civics then. Mike explained how dad was a powerful lawyer, people who knew him would for the most part not desert him because of all they knew, because they had a history with him, but not so with Chris.

Chris was the newcomer, the new kid on the block and if it came out about him, he would bear the brunt of the anger and prejudice. It would be his business that would suffer the most, and he was the least who could afford it, specially being a divorced father.

Seth could manage, hell with his bank account he could even afford to retire, maybe not so easily but he could, while Chris couldn’t last more than a month or two, so maybe Billy should stop thinking about how tough it would be for dad and realize just how much Chris was risking.

Damn, if he wasn’t right too, he went farther too, telling Billy how if the kids at school would find out about them, it wasn’t so much Billy who would hurt as he would. He was the stranger, not Billy, and besides, Billy was the popular one, and while his success on the field had made him popular, it was only a fleeting popularity, only as good as his next game, his next race, not like Billy’s where they had grown up seeing him succeed every day.

Tears welled up in his eyes and started to roll down his cheeks as he recalled how softly Mike had spoke, how determined he had been to get Billy to ease up, to see his point and he knew deep inside of his heart that Mike was right, that the risks Mike had taken were greater than his, that the risks Chris was taking was greater than his dads and he had never really appreciated that before.

Billy jumped as a hand brushed his cheeks, wiping away the rolling tears and he turned over to see Mike looking at him. Mike’s green eyes burning into his own powder blue eyes.

“Your dad is pretty lucky Billy”

“Huh?”

“He had you, man’s pretty damn rich”

“Well he does have money, but…”

“Haha, you are funny, also very blonde, no Billy I mean he is rich cause he has you”

Billy looked at Mike, saw a small glistening tear drop around one corner of his eye, as he spoke softly to him. Funny, but he never really thought of himself as being a treasure before, and yet every second of his life he thanked God for giving him this time with Mike. Well, guess he knew who was the romantic in this marriage.

The word boomed inside of him. ‘Marriage’ was not a word he used in connection with the relationship between him and Mike, and yet how was their relationship different than any straight couple. Fuck, Mike was right, they were husband and wife, the ceremony wasn’t just a bunch of words, but a verbal acknowledgement of what was in their hearts and souls. Shit, he was top in grades at school and here comes a football jock to teach him the truth. No wonder he loved him so much.

“Well I guess he doubled his wealth when I married you then”

Mike smiled at that, his heart doing flip-flops as he tried to find the words to convince Billy to lighten up on Chris and Seth. He knew it would be tough, but he also knew that if Seth felt half as much for Chris as he, Mike, felt for Billy, then it would be okay, if not, well that would be Chris’ loss.

“Nah, he just got a son instead of a daughter… hehe”

“Bastard…hehe, but he does really care about you”

“I know Billy, shit how many people would simply take on another sixteen year old, a gay one too, simply because their son wanted him to, man you have the greatest father alive”

“Yeah, I am pretty lucky, you know, when you said that I wasn’t thinking this out, you were right Mike, thanks”

“Hey, I just wanted to get a decent night’s sleep…hehe”

“No, seriously Mike, thanks”

“Okay, you know it is only because I love you so much, that I said all that stuff?”

“Yeah, I do now, it was just that, hell like you said, I was being a blonde”

“Uh huh, but you are my blonde so how about a kiss?”

“Since when did you need to ask?”

With that Billy leaned over and planted one wet kiss firmly on Mike’s lips, tasting his own salty tears as they mingled with Mike’s as well. God it felt so good to touch him, and to be with him, it had to be real, not just a couple of hormone crazed teenagers making out, mind you that felt good too as he felt his cock stirring as he lingered over the wet kiss.

Mike could feel Billy’s dick growing next to him and he smiled inside, knowing that shortly their loving embrace would be replaced by a short brief burst of wild passion, which really wasn’t a bad idea and he could feel his own penis growing to its fullness as the idea of late night sex slowly started to fill his mind.

“So uh, you okay with this ‘Chris’ thing now?”

“Uh huh, I think so, uh, what time you got the alarm set for?”

“6am, why?”

“Make it 5:30, then maybe I’ll have time after our run to cook a real breakfast for everyone in the morning.”

“Oh? Sure now he wants to cook a real breakfast, hasn’t once wanted to get up earlier to cook me one, now some hot stud moves in and there he goes…”

“PIG! Now get that jock body of yours over here”

“Oh? Jock Body?”

“Oh yeah, you know, the hard chiselled one, with that really nice hard flag pole sticking out… I do love it inside of me”

“Well I don’t know, cooks breakfast for some older guy but for me, no all he wants is my dick… not sure I am gonna let you have it”

“Ha! That’ll be the day Michael Sheppard, now come on, I got me an ache that needs your special touch, please? Hehe”

Mike knew that there would be no denying Billy and besides, he really did want to fill Billy with his love, it made for a perfect moment, least for him and he reached over, kissing the hot young face, tasting the dried tears, briefly recalling the earlier concerns, now vanished among their passion.

He reached out, his arms pinning Billy’s slender body back onto the bed, which squeaked out in protest from the sudden shift of weight. Billy smiled upwards, his eyes simply glowing as he waited for Mike to take him, to fill him with the one thing that could make his heart rest easy and his soul feel at peace.

The noise of the creaking bed made Seth smile as he lay there, his breathing just starting to come under control, his heart just starting to regain some semblance of normality. Damn, Chris could certainly make him feel like he was a teenager, the way his body just seemed to crave nothing more than to be with entwined with Chris’.

“You don’t think we woke them up do you Seth?”

“haha, I doubt it, when Billy sleeps he’s out of it, and Mike only wakes up when Billy moves”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can stand in their doorway for hours and neither of them move, then Billy will get an itch or something, and twist in the bed, and it is like a signal, Mike pops his head up and looks at him, makes sure he’s fine then BANG he’s dead to the world again…hehe”

“Man I miss that.”

“I can imagine, I missed it too, for too many years Chris, now I have it again, I am so damn lucky”

“He’s a great kid, so is Mike”

“Yeah, Mike scares me at times though, it is like he can look at you and you feel like you are naked or something instead of in a three piece suit”

“No fooling, man I sure felt it the other day”

“He really does love my Billy, you know there was a time when I thought it was just a fancy, just a phase, but now I know that it is for real, he really loves Billy and there is no doubt that Billy loves Mike”

“Yeah, and judging by that creaking bed of theirs, they sure do like to show each other how much, hehe guess Billy is really like his father, hehe”

“Oh, complaining are you?”

“ME? Heavens no, God I never thought people our age could be so… so romantic? Haha”

“Romantic? Is that how you refer to it now?”

“haha, yeah, I guess so Seth, I mean, it isn’t just sex, least not for me, and it has been such a long time since I have felt this way, thank you”

Chris reached out and lightly kissed Seth on the nose, feeling the strength in the man’s face as his arms lingered briefly on his cheek, his eyes peering eagerly inside. Just the mere presence of being in the same room had always thrilled him, now it was doubly so and the to think, he had a whole lifetime ahead with Seth.

The smile crossed his face, as he wondered if he could survive all the wild passion that Seth had woken up inside of him. He had had sex before, not lots but enough to keep him satisfied, and while the sex with Seth had satisfied him, he found himself wanting more and more as their relationship developed.

Stolen kisses, fleeting touches had been enough at the start, but each day he spent without Seth was a day of pure hell and torment for him. The aches in his body was something he really had never experienced before and the closer they became, the more painful the absences were for him to endure.

Chris felt a bit guilty though, because when Seth had first told him that he had come out to his son Taylor and was planning to bring him home, his first thought wasn’t of how the boys would feel but how damn good it would be to know that each night he would be able to curl up with Seth.

Maybe that was selfish of him, but shit, the man had reached a spot inside of him that no other living person had ever come close to and here he was, laying in the big king sized bed, his arm around the naked torso of Seth and tomorrow, his arm would be there again, and the night after, the night after that, so yes he was selfish, and if he could find a way to be with Seth every single moment, he would do it in a heartbeat. Chris smiled, knowing he was in love, it had to be love because nothing else could be so consuming, so all encompassing.

“Just what are you smiling at?”

“Me? Oh nothing.”

“Nothing my ass, least judging by that damn tent you making in my side”

“I can remove it if you want Seth”

“Don’t you dare, shit Chris, is this really what its like or are we dreaming?”

“Well, if it’s a dream, don’t you dare wake me up, hehe”

“You think the boys are like this?”

“Billy & Mike?”

“Yeah, and Taylor and Jeremy too, God I wish they lived here too”

“Yeah, but at least Billy is here”

“Only for this year, next year they finish school and are off to college somewhere…”

As he spoke, Seth moved his frame in closer to Chris’ body, feeling its warmth envelop him and give him a feeling of safety as he talked about losing his son to the demands of life.

“Guess we’ll have to make it a good year then, won’t we?”

“Yeah, I guess so”

Seth looked over at Chris and saw the tears behind the eyes. He could see the anguish that was buried within the man and he reached out, his massive hand resting lightly on Chris’ chest, feeling the heart twist with the pain it was feeling as he talked about his boys. Damn, he was not thinking, and he reached out, a soft kiss on Chris’ face to let him know he was there.

“What about your son, Keith isn’t it?”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid I think, I never realized how much I miss him, until I met you”

“You don’t see him much?”

“Not as much as I’d like to I guess, I don’t know Seth… it’s..”

“If you’d rather not talk about it…”

“Yeah, I don’t know, I do miss him Seth, I really do”

“I can see that, so what, visitations at the whim of the mother?”

“More or less, plus in setting up this business, I didn’t have the time I had hoped for… shit who am I kidding, I was afraid Seth”

“Kids can be pretty intimidating, but you don’t have to let it be this way”

“Oh sure, what can I do now? You know yesterday was his birthday…”

“WHAT? Why didn’t you go to see him? I mean Chris… come on, he’s your son… I”

“I know, but I wasn’t allowed, I get to see him Friday but not on his birthday… I really wanted to, I did get to call him though”

“Fuck, that isn’t right, even if you are divorces, can’t you two work out something?”

“Maybe, I think it’s the new guy she’s seeing, he’s not exactly your ‘forgiving’ type from what I gather”

“That is rough, look why don’t you get him to spend a weekend here?”

“Oh sure, just what you need.”

“I am serious, if you want, I mean have you?”

“No, not really, the apartment place doesn’t allow children, even overnight, and well, to be honest, there just wasn’t anything for him to do there, I guess… oh shit who am I kidding, Seth he scares me, I want him so much and yet I am afraid he’ll hate me if he spends any real time with me.”

“I know that feeling Chris, but believe me, all he wants is to spend some time with his father.”

“You don’t understand, I abandoned him, I left him and now I hardly see him, hell I hardly talk to him never mind see him”

“Well, then if you want to change it, do it, I’ll support you”

Chris moved out from under the covers, his tall frame glowing in the dark room as he paced by the bed, his emotions twisted and turning deep inside of him. It was a gamble, one he desperately wanted to take but how could he? How could he impose any more on this man who he loved?

“It’s too late Seth”

“No, it is never too late, come on look at me”

“That’s different, you didn’t divorce your wife”

“True, very true but its harder to fight a ghost than someone living and breathing, Chris, you want to be with your son?”

“Yes”

“Then tomorrow you find a way to do that, you call her, call her lawyer, hell I’ll call her lawyer if you want, but Chris, you find a way to see him, okay?”

Chris stared down at the bed, he saw the fire coming from the eyes, the way the nostrils flared and for a brief second he was afraid, afraid of the man who only minutes earlier whimpered as he came, was now a fire breathing dragon.

No, that wasn’t fair, Seth wasn’t a fire breathing dragon, he wasn’t a monster, he was a father who had known the loss of not holding his son, of not sharing with his son his fears and doubts, he was no dragon, he was simply a real man.

“Yes, I will phone”

With that soft spoken commitment, Chris walked back towards the bed, his mind made up, his heart feeling the fear but it no longer froze him, it no longer stopped him and he could feel the love growing between his soul and Seth’s. Damn, he loved him so much and with that thought he reached out and fell forward into the waiting arms of the man who had started him on the road to true freedom.

The bed let out a loud shriek as the full sized man bounced onto the bed, his body gathered by the strong arms of the senior partner of the two. Seth felt the sudden overwhelming love pouring out of Chris and before he could even speak he found his mouth being crushed by Chris’ lips.

The salty taste was unusual and he breathed deeply, trying to gather himself but instead he found himself losing even more of his self control as Chris’ scent wafted around him. The crushing warmth of their love suddenly exploded around them and within them as Chris started to hungrily devour the man who had given him his chance. Once more he felt like a tiger, growling with the scent of the kill on his mind and his arms continued to wildly push and prod at the older man.

Seth couldn’t think, his mind suddenly was blocked from rational thought and his heart took over, reacting to the sudden man in his arms. He rolled around, one second on top of Chris, the next laying beneath him as they eagerly kissed each other. Together they wrapped themselves up in each other’s limbs, legs going every which way, arms flaying about as they kissed and drank deeply of each other.

The bed continued to groan, continued to cry out in its distress, as it hadn’t been used to such abuse for a long long time. The springs hadn’t had such a workout in ages as the two muscular men battled with each other to have more of the other.

There was no thinking as hands grabbed for cocks, reached for nipples, prodded prostrates, pushed at belly’s, a wild frenzy of love making had taken hold and the last final barrier had finally fallen.

Suddenly felt himself on his stomach, his cheeks spread painfully apart and instead of the thick throbbing cock he expected, he found the scratchy face of Chris burying itself deep into his cleft, the warm moist mouth with its raspy tongue pressing up against his rectum, forcing him to reach out sideways, his hands digging into the mattress, squeezing it hard and gathering up clumps of sheets as the pure pleasure overtook his aching heart.

Seth could feel his heart pounding, his chest ached like it had never ached before as Chris continued to flick his tongue deep among the man cheeks, the hot tongue making his whole valley wet with his saliva and his rectum ached in a strange new way. Never before had he felt such wild passion, such desire, and it kept rising with each flick of the tongue.

Chris had tried this before, with other’s and each time he had failed, never relishing the smell or the taste but now, now his whole body quivered with the pleasure as he sucked in the smell and scent of Seth. His nerves jangled and ached anew with each flick of his tongue, the taste adding to his sense of desire and love.

There was no stopping him, his mouth pressed up harder, his hands like huge claws as they spread the fleshy cheeks apart, exposing more of the man to his eager mouth and tongue. Nothing would stop him, not the harsh painful ache of his own quivering penis, not the loud groans from Seth even could stop Chris from digging in further and deeper.

The bed continued to be beaten by Seth’s flaying fists, his head rolling from side to side, his mouth dripping saliva as his body twisted on Chris’ tongue, his rectum arched up high, pressing it into the waiting mouth, wishing to engulf it all as his cock struggled between his legs, the crushing weight one second, the wild grasp of a hand the next second, and through it all Seth cried out his pleasure.

Thoughts of lost chances, lost moments were slowly being buried among the onslaught of their love. Chris’ tongue pressed past the sweet pink hole, devouring its strength, making it surrender to its relentless pressing and prodding. As it gave up, Seth’s whole body trembled in joy and Chris’ own body started to quiver with renewed excitement.

Chris’ penis was hot, it felt like it would burn a hole through the fine linen sheets just as Seth’s own burning love tool felt, and yet it was nothing to the fire that both men felt inside of their hearts and souls. Seth’s whole body craved the new sensation and he couldn’t speak, words lost among his deep soul formed cries, and Chris was no better, his mouth filled with Seth’s scent and love.

The two bodies continued to crash together, their bodies gyrating to an unscripted dance of desire, passion and lust as Chris continued to press his mouth and tongue deep into Seth’s body. He could feel the muscles as they tried to wrap themselves around the strange probing object, feeling its roughness and its wetness.

Seth’s legs were almost splitting him in two, each one desperate to reach the side of the huge king size bed, and despite his height he was feeling his body aching and his groin was burning a hole in the bed as Chris’ tongue flicked out one more time, arching deep and in and barely, but none the less reaching its goal, as the tip touched his prostrate.

Lights of all colours seemed to explode between them. Chris could feel his groin lurching forward, his hands white knuckled by the strain digging in even more, as his tongue touched its nirvana, and for a brief second they had joined. He could feel Seth’s love flowing out of his body into his own, passing his love on its way towards Seth’s own insides and he knew that this was right, this was the man he had searched for, had desired and he shook long and hard as his body surrendered to its own overpowering sense of love.

Seth’s body was answering Chris’ body tremor for tremor, and together the two bodies quaked as the two hot blood filled organs started to jerk between two sets of rock hard muscle bound legs. Seth’s legs were as stiff as two huge steel girders as his whole body was afire with his love for Chris. Nothing else mattered to him at that instant as his whole body gave into the warm glowing love of Chris as it flowed from deep within him.

He knew that he was yelling and yet no sound registered in his mind as his whole body shook to another explosion of love. His hot man milk was pouring out and he knew, without a doubt, that Chris was experiencing the same forceful explosion, one that came from deep within their souls and together they were slowing soaking the ancient bed and making the room absolutely vibrate with their animal cries of conquest.

Billy looked over at the smiling Mike and shook his head.

“Do you think we sound like that?”

“I don’t know, but hell I hope we do at their age”

“haha, yeah, you know what Mike?”

“What?”

“I love you”

With that Billy snuggled in closer, his head now resting in the crook of Mike’s body. He could smell his armpit and he drank it in deeply, his arms now curling tightly around the young body and he looked up, smiled, and closed his eyes, content in the love that held him.