Chapter 28

He kept looking at the alarm clock, watching the numbers move slowly ahead as time crept onwards. There were times when he was sure he had been sleeping, that hours had to have past; yet, when he would open his eyes the clock had advanced no more than maybe 30 minutes. Damn, this was not working out, it had been hard enough to sleep before, only lately had he managed to actually sleep for hours at a time.

Staring at the damn clock wasn’t helping, even the soft music playing from his pillow speaker didn’t soothe his frazzled nerves. Whatever the hell was going on was eating away at him. He never felt so damn helpless before but as he looked at the clock, he realized it would be many hours before he would be able to even know what was happening.

The touch of a warm hand on his shoulder made him jump. For the first time since he and Chris had started to actually sleep together, he hadn’t realized that Chris had wakened. That weighed on his mind as he turned over to stare into Chris’ eyes and he saw the concern and worry that was mirrored in his own heart.

“Didn’t mean to wake you…”

“I know, couldn’t really sleep either, you sure he gave you no other clues?”

“No, not a hint, damn it Chris, I feel like I should be there, knocking on his door or something…”

“Well, why not then?”

“What? Go there?”

“Yeah, I mean shit Seth, he is your son, why not if you are this worried?”

“Yeah but… well I never… I mean I figure if he needed me he would have said come over, or ask if they could come here, if I go there pounding on their door, well… he might resent the intrusion.”

“So? Fuck man, you are the one who told me, kids need a father not a friend, or was that just some lawyer talk?”

“No, I meant it, but you don’t understand, he and I, shit we are like water and oil, we just don’t mix.”

“Seth, no one is asking you to mix, but come on, he calls you up at what was it, 2 or 3am? Tells you he wasn’t okay but is now thanks to Jeremy and he loves you, right?”

“Yeah”

“Well, I would be knocking on his door”

“It isn’t all that simple you know, the history we have, if he’s had something happen, and then I show up starting to play the daddy routine, he’s liable to slam the door in my face.”

“Then put your foot in his door first, can’t slam it then”

“Oh great, force my way in, that’ll really be a hit with him”

“Maybe not at that second, but he’s a smart kid, he’ll come around eventually, besides, maybe he’s just as stubborn as you, maybe that call was his way of asking for your help, ever think of that?”

“Yeah, nothing but, and he is stubborn, he gets it from me too, but I don’t know Chris, to go and burst in on him like this, I could do more damage than good”

“I suppose, but I never figured you for a coward.”

Seth reared back, his hands dropped from around Chris’ side as the words hit him like a huge anvil falling on him. How dare he, laying there all smug, telling him, Seth Bradford a coward. What did he know, but as his anger started to rise, as an angry retort was about to spill from his lips, his heart started to take over from his rationalization mind.

Okay, Chris was being hard nosed, the words hurt like a knife through his heart, but why was he dodging the issue so much? Did his son need him? Well, on the surface no, he didn’t need him, but Chris was right when he said that Taylor was stubborn, that he was proud and independent. It was just how he was when he was just in his 20′s and his good fortune was Christina, who managed to make the steel inside of him bend. Yeah, he had become the strong wizened oak tree, but as she always said, if you don’t bend a little, you gonna crack that big huge trunk.

If he was honest, he would have to admit that he was scared to death of confronting Taylor about anything, never mind something like this. However, as Chris pointed out, he was the father, it was his duty, shit it was his job to care for his sons even if they didn’t like his meddling. He might as well deal with it now and not wait. Fuck, he just had to bend a little, but not bow to the ground.

Seth reached out and drew Chris into his body and hugged him with a passion that almost cut the circulation off in Chris’ body. Damn, he was lucky, first he had had Christina to show him the errors, to reach past his stupid manly ego and make him do the right thing. Now he had Chris, who it turned out was just as able to push past his damn male pride and make him see the truth of the situation.

“Personally, I would have preferred ‘scared shitless’ to ‘coward’ but yeah, you are right Chris, I am intimidated by what might be, when I should be more concerned about what is happening, thanks.”

Chris felt the sudden pulling back and felt the sudden vacuum come between them. He started to tremble a little inside, knowing he had struck hard at Seth’s male pride, and wishing he had toned it down a little, but then he also knew, deep in his soul, that he had to get Seth to stop being so afraid of Taylor.

There was no doubt that Seth was desperate to regain the love and affection of his eldest son. It killed him each time at dinner, when he would glance over to the empty chair, knowing that it was the one Taylor used to sit at, and if you looked close, you could see his pain as he wished for that chair to be filled.

He knew part of the pain was simply Taylor needing to go out on his own, to set his own life in motion away from the safe harbour of home, and that by itself had to be tough. Add to that the history and you had a certain cocktail of pain and remorse that would always reside close to the heart, no matter the banter at the table or the hot sex in the bedroom.

Just as Seth had known that he, Chris, needed to be in Keith’s life, Chris knew that Seth needed to be Taylor’s father. Not his friend, but that would be nice, but a father, who set limits, who was there for guidance and support when needed. He had to stop worrying about offending, to stop trying to be a friend first, instead he had to stand up tall and be what he always had been, he had to be the Father.

Maybe this was one of the hardest parts of being gay, the damn male pride thing. It was tough enough to weigh the issues of being a parent, harder still to be a single parent, but throw in the jumbled confusion of being a gay single parent, struggling to come to terms with that aspect of life, man it had to be one wicked mind trip.

Seth looked at Chris, sitting there, and he reached out, squeezed his hand and finally got out of the car. The walk up the sidewalk and then the elevator ride was nothing short of pure torture for him. Everything that had passed between him and Taylor was front and centre. Nothing had been left out and by the time it came to knock on the door, he was sure that he had lost 20 pounds in just fluids. He could feel the wetness against his back but he also knew he had to go through with this. His knock was at first a bit timid, but his second rap grew and so did his courage as he could feel her presence with him.

The knock had startled him from what must have been his longest rest yet during this night of surprises. Telling Jeremy not to worry, he throw his jeans on over his naked body and walked out to the front door to see who the crazy person was that was pounding on their door at just after 6 am.

Looking through the spy hole he was stunned to see his father standing there, dressed and loaded for bear. Yelling back to Jeremy who stood shaking in the bedroom doorway, he opened the door to let his father enter.

“Dad…”

“Taylor, sorry but I couldn’t help it”

“Help it? What, its just after 6, what is it?”

“Taylor, I don’t know where to start? Shit, look are you okay?”

“Yeah, I told you I was”

“I know, but forgive me for being a father, shit, you phone at 3am and tell me you are fine now, will explain later then for the first time in many years you say you love me, you bet I am going to show up.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you”

“I know, I am glad you did call, now what is wrong?”

“Nothing really, Jeremy and I had some things to discuss and well we got rather emotional, and it got me to thinking, that was all”

“Like hell, one thing I know about you Taylor, you may say it is no big deal, but when you say you got emotional, I damn well know it had to be some pretty heavy duty stuff, and like it or not, I am your father.”

“I do like it, look dad, really can’t we just kind of hold off on this for now? I mean we haven’t slept much, and…”

“Why haven’t you slept much?”

“Look, I am sorry if you got upset.”

“Taylor, maybe the smart thing or safe thing is for me to leave, well get a grip cause I ain’t leaving, least not until I have had my say, and you might as well come and sit down here too Jeremy, no need for you to stand by the doorway.”

“Yes Sir, sorry, yes Seth”

“Good, now Taylor, maybe I haven’t been the best of father’s, I know you and I rarely see eye to eye on lots of things, you have your way, I have mine and for whatever reason we clash, but son I need you, now I must make you know that all that, those differences, they are nothing but that, differences, shit, I am not saying this right”

“Dad, really…”

“No, no listen, I have not been there for you, for many years I was not available, and I can’t change all that hurt, all that resentment and anger that my absence has caused you, for that all I can do is hope you will one day forgive me for that, but Taylor, you must know that even when you and I were at our worst, when you and I were struggling to just stand being in the same room with each other, I never stopped loving you.

I may not have said it, I may not have hugged you or held you like I should have, and every second of my life I will regret that son, but it didn’t and doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, unconditionally. I don’t give a shit what you do, how much it angers me, how much it may displease me or upset me, because the bottom line is you are my son.

I am not just the person who with your mother breathed life into you, I will not just be some biological entity in your life, I am your father, how you look, how you go through life, what type of person you are, all of those things matter to me, I care, I may not agree with them, I may even not like them, but son you must know that no matter what, I LOVE YOU. You are my son, yesterday, today and till the day I die, and who knows, maybe even after then if I decide to come back and haunt you, because I love you.

“dad…”

“Taylor, I can’t erase my mistakes, they happened, all I can do is tell you that no matter how angry I was, I never stopped loving you, and that is something I never will, and part of this being a father, isn’t just to pal around. It is being there, saying things that I think need to be said, and hopefully you will understand that it is for your own good, or intended to be at least. I screw up too, but I have some wisdom, maybe not enough yet, but I am getting more each day.

I know there are things you can teach me, and I will try to listen, but son, when you call me at 3am, I am going to show up here and what to know what it is, that is part of being a father, no matter if you are 8, 18, or even 38 years old, you are always going to be my son, my concern.

It doesn’t matter how old you are, I will always want to shelter you, protect you from whatever is out there in this fucked up world. That is part of being a father; I hope that one day you can experience that feeling, not to make you feel bad, because being a father is not a bad feeling.

Yes, it can be filled with pain and hurt, but it is so much more than that, and for many years I forgot that son, that is my fault, but I am also smart enough to learn from those mistakes, and with the help of Chris and even Billy and Mike, I am trying to be that father again.

I don’t want to run your life, that isn’t why I am here, it isn’t even why I have supported you with this apartment or the jobs I arranged for you. It is simply that I want my son to have what he needs, if I can give it to him then I should be able to without the need of apologizes. A parent doesn’t work their ass off for themselves, not real parents anyway. I think that we do it because we want to give back to the greatest joy in our lives, which are our kids.

I can travel 1st class anywhere, but it means dick if you are in pain or if you are in trouble. So, yeah Taylor, it has been a long time in coming, but better late than never at all, so son, don’t tell me everything is fine, I am your father, and I am here.

I am here to do what I can, to give you advice if you need that; to listen if that is all you need, to hug you or to soothe the pain. That Taylor is being a father, and so don’t tell me it’s all fine now, just tell me what happened.”

Taylor had never seen his father this way before, and he had to admit, he was glad that he had shown up. He listened to him, wondering if this was how he addressed a jury, and if it was, and then he knew why his dad was such a successful lawyer. As his father spoke, he could feel each word hitting him like a hail of bullets, each one aimed for his heart, each one hitting its mark with devastating force. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his dad spoke, and if it hadn’t been for Jeremy’s tight hold on his hands, he knew he would have his head buried in them, sobbing as his father’s voice filled the room.

“Dad, damn, I know you love me, least I know it now…”

“I know, but I have always loved you son”

“I guess, I just never stopped… shit, I am so sorry dad”

“No, the past is done with, I was wrong Taylor, wrong in how I acted and wrong in not letting you or your brother know how much I loved you all, but I did then, do now, and for what it’s worth, I think of Jeremy here, and Mike as part of my family too, so if Jeremy has a problem, then it is my problem too, just as it would be if you had that problem Taylor”

“Seth, I …”

“I am serious Jeremy, you are as much as a son to me right now as any of my boys are, so here I am guys, tell me what has happened, tell your dad…”

Jeremy couldn’t keep it up, his tears were rolling faster and he could barely catch his breath. The idea of some other adult, standing by him was too much and when he managed to look at Taylor, saw his tears there was no stopping him. He started to sob loudly which only made Taylor start to sob as well. They clung to each other their bodies shaking as their emotions took hold.

It took a second before the realized that two powerful arms rested around them and as they cleared the clouds of tears from their eyes, they realized that they were both being held in the massive arms of Seth. The safe feeling was calming them, his strength was supporting them and they could feel their fear edging away under the power of his will.

Looking at the love in his face, Jeremy and Taylor hadn’t a chance. Like a torrent released from a dam, Jeremy once more relived his younger life and this time though, the horrors didn’t seem as bad, as painful as he felt the complete love from Taylor, holding him up as he spoke, supporting him as the darkness tried to gain hold, but he could feel it being beaten backwards, by the passion that Taylor had for him. The agony was still there, the wounds still raw and painful, but he could also feel the warmth of healing flowing around him, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before even this pain would no longer trouble his spirit.

Seth’s face grew cold, the blood draining from it as he listened to Jeremy’s history. His limbs grew like steel and his heart became a solid mass of indignation and fury. Raging fire of anger burned hot in his bosom as the words continued, fuelling his anger, fuelling his lust for vengeance.

Finally Jeremy had finished with his story and for several minutes he looked at Seth, feeling the tremendous battle being waged within this powerful man. He grew frightened as did Taylor and they held tightly to each other, waiting as if the world was about to end.

“Well… it is a good thing you did calm Taylor down, and I think one of the first things I am going to do when I get home tonight, is to get rid of those guns, I’ll send them to your grandparents.”

“Dad, you don’t have to worry, I am not going to try and steal them to go after this guy, besides Jer won’t give me his name, and well, I promised him I wouldn’t”

“Huh? Oh, no that isn’t why I want them out of the house, I am afraid of what I might do if I find out his name, and I haven’t made any such promise.”

Taylor couldn’t believe it, he stared at his father, searching his father’s eyes and the sight made him cringe. There was pure hatred glowing from within the eyes, he could feel the force of that anger as he stared at it and his heart was suddenly very still as he watched, looking for some sign of the hatred dissipating but instead he could only see it growing more menacing by every passing second.

“Seth, please, you can’t… I mean yeah, you can I guess, but please… I couldn’t..”

“Yes, yes Jeremy I will make you that promise too, I don’t want to, my heart is so angry right now, but then there are other ways, but I still think I shall have the guns sent out of the house.”

“Dad, please Jeremy doesn’t…”

“Yes, well, there are other ways to exact some measure of retribution, I can at least do that… what is this ‘things’ name Jeremy?”

“No, no please, both of you, I just want to get on with my life, I don’t want to… I still don’t know if I… fuck, please, can’t we just leave it alone?”

“Are you sure Jeremy?”

“Yes, I am Seth”

“Well, I don’t want to just leave it, but I will do as you ask… for now”

With a sigh of relief, Jeremy thanked him and all three found themselves hugging each other. No other words spoke, just the silent support of three souls, reaching for the comfort of each other.

Finally, the three were able to gain some measure of control over their weeping bodies, and to sit back and talk. Taylor felt that for the first time that he really was indeed lucky, to have such a great lover and now to find out that all along, he really did have a father.

After a few extra long hugs and even a couple of tears, Seth left to head off to work, his mind awhirl with strange thoughts and ideas. For one, he wasn’t about to just let that so-called ‘uncle’ get away with all those years of abuse. He would honour his promise, for the time being, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go snooping a little.

Chris watched Seth approach the car and his heart was on fire. He could sense a deep anger that he never knew Seth could have, and he felt afraid. For a brief second he wondered if his pushing had resulted in a major explosion between Seth and Taylor, praying that it hadn’t and praying that if it had, he could somehow work it out.

He knew that Seth desperately loved his older son, more than maybe he even realized, as they were so similar in their passions. Taylor would brood over things, just as Seth did, he could see that in their eyes, the way they would flash at times, even though outwardly their bodies seemed totally at ease. It was a lie, he knew that, but they kept the pretence up until they were ready, then it was like a juggernaut as they came out, ready for battle.

Seth jumped into the car, and without even a glance at Chris, he ordered him to drive on, the anger coming once more to the surface as he relived each and every word that had come tumbling out from young Jeremy. God, how could people act like that, no one, no single living deserved to be treated like that and he was damn well going to see that somehow, that fucking bastard wouldn’t hurt another living soul. How, he didn’t know yet, but he wasn’t without resources, and while he would honour the promise, being a good lawyer he also knew just what he could get away with and not break that commitment.

They had driven for a few minutes as Seth let his mind slowly grabble with the problem and thus, cool the anger in his soul. It was strange, he thought, just how affected he was by Jeremy’s revelation, and he realized then and there that when he had said Jeremy was like a son to him, he had really meant it. It was indeed, as if one of his own flesh and blood had endured that treatment and while he had made many mistakes as a father, he could not ignore this problem.

Chris was beginning to sweat, the tension in the car was so thick he was sure he could cut it with a knife. His eyes misted over as sweat dripped all around him. He squirmed a little in the seat, waiting for the harsh words that he knew would soon come, would soon shatter his life and end his brief attempt at happiness. He could feel his heart grow heavy with grief as Seth’s strong angry voice started to speak.

For a second, he didn’t understand, then it dawned on him what had happened and he could feel the anger rise in his own heart. Damn it, so that was the secret, he had guessed that something was wrong with Jeremy, but had held his council, afraid to step on anyone’s toes and now he wished he had opened his mouth sooner.

Chris reached out with his one hand, to rest it lightly on Seth’s arm, and as his hand touched, he felt the fire raging inside of Seth. It was like a blast furnace of uncontrollable anger that was threatening to spill out and consume his lover. He gripped the arm, feeling the tension suddenly lessen and for a second, he thought he could feel a strange bond form between them as he drove the car with one hand, his mind whirling with thoughts as Seth started to speak in a calmer voice. He slowly started to outline his plan, his idea on how he could exact a pound of flesh from this yet unknown party.

Somehow they managed to make it to the underground parking lot, near Seth’s office and they sat there, in the dingy darkness of the concrete mass, their thoughts centred solely on ways to keep a promise and yet break it without hurting their relationships with two very important young men.

“I can’t let it go, you know that Chris”

“Yeah I know, but you promised them Seth”

“Yeah, well I am a lawyer god damn it, there always is a loophole”

“Sure there is, but will they see it that way?”

“Thanks, as if I don’t have enough to contemplate”

“Seth, you love them, so do I, maybe the best think you can do is honour that promise, for now”

“Yeah, I suppose, but I can still do some snooping”

“And if Taylor finds out?”

“He’ll have to understand, I’ll make him understand”

“That’s a tall order, even for you”

“Yeah, I know, but I can’t not do anything, it isn’t in me, not when my kids are involved”

“I know that Seth, God if I ever thought that someone was doing that to Keith… SHIT!”

“What?”

“Tommy”

“Tommy? What about him?”

“That’s what has been bugging me, Seth, do you think its possible, I mean… fuck maybe I am paranoid, but I know that those two have a secret, something they are afraid to talk to me about, I can sense it, specially around Tommy”

“Are you thinking?”

“Yes”

“Oh my God, Could it be possible?”

“I don’t know, but I have to find out… this has only brought it… fuck what if it is true, him and Keith are inseparable, you don’t think… shit, I need a damn drink”

“You need a drink, fuck a couple of hours ago I was blissfully dreaming of your hot ass, then I was brought rudely into the world we live in and now am faced with not one, but two of my boys being abused… fuck I need a damn case of booze”

“Seth… damn it, you are terrific”

Chris couldn’t help himself, and taking a huge risk, he leaned over and kissed Seth hard and full on the lips. The taste of salt was hard to not miss, the tears they had both shed was enormous and yet in that brief instant, he could think of nothing else but of devouring Seth, licking every inch of his massive well toned body. It was as if Seth was coated with some wild and wacky aphrodisiac, and just the touch of his flesh sent Chris into overdrive. His cock was stretching his suit pants and threatening to rip them apart with its desire to plant itself deep into Seth’s rear.

Seth wasn’t sure what had triggered that response, but he wished he could have more of that. In a blink of an eye he had gone from a wild vengeance bent lawyer to a lustful teenager. His cock had suddenly sprung to life, and he could feel another pair of pants getting stretched out of shape as he grabbled with the two issues, and his deep desire to simply reach across and rip all the clothes off of Chris and ravage his younger masculine body right there and then.

“I don’t know what that was for, but I gotta admit I like it”

“You bastard, you know damn well what, and you know what, I think we need to have lunch together”

“I agree about the lunch, but I really haven’t a clue as to why you did that”

“You included Keith as being your own son”

“Well, that, uh I guess in a way he is my son now too, I mean, shit Chris you know how I feel about you, how could I love his father and not love him too?”

“I know, its how I feel about your boys too, but are we ready for this?”

“Damn, I don’t know, we’ll just have to see, but right now, well we have to make sure they are safe, we need to also see about Keith and Tommy”

“yeah, I am scared Seth, I really am”

“I am too, but we’ll deal with that if we have to, together, okay?”

“Yes, together, you know… I like the sound of that”

“Yeah, me too, let’s make it an early lunch”

Taylor closed that door and leaned back on it, totally and completely drained of all emotion, as he just stared into the living room, looking at the couch where Jeremy sat. Jeremy was sprawled out, his legs sticking out as he too could feel the emotional drain of not just this morning’s sudden talk, but of the whole nights affair. Looking at Taylor, he could only feel an immense love, more than he thought possible.

“That’s quite the dad we got Jer”

“Huh? Uh, yeah”

“Yeah I said ‘we’ cause he is your dad now, you heard him”

“sure, I heard him, but…”

“No but’s, I saw his eyes Jer, he meant every word, fuck I never realized just how emotional he can be, I guess I missed that the most”

“I can see that, you okay Tay?”

“uh huh, but right now I think I need to just be with you, I am ditching class this morning, I think we need some time together”

“Okay, I think so too”

Taylor more or less walked over the chesterfield as he spoke, then slowly he lowered himself to the couch to sit next to Jeremy. His eyes were brimming with tears as he still felt the raw power of his father’s voice saying how much he was loved and looking at Jeremy, he knew how much he loved him. It was as if the entire apartment had been freshly filled with a double helping of love and all things nice.

As he sat, he felt Jeremy start to cuddle into his body and together they sat there, just holding onto each other, feeling each other’s heart beating, feeling each others chest heaving as their mind tried to comprehend the joy that was being felt by both souls.

It really was strange actually, the way it just felt right to have him sitting there, in his arms and without a thought, he bend down and kissed the young face, feeling a small tremor race through Jeremy’s body as his lips touched the warm forehead. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful, as the touch of his lips against the warm skin. His heart started to race as his mind filled with thoughts of a future with Jeremy.

He could see a large office, a place he called his where he entertained clients and then he saw a large rambling ranch style home, all nicely set back from the woods, large trees lining the drive up to the house and there, he knew he would always find Jeremy, or if not, in a few minutes he would find him there. He knew that no matter what his work took, he would have that refuge, that one single place that would always offer him shelter and peace and above all else, unconditional love.

As his imagination wandered down the ‘what if’ trail of life, he could feel his heart starting to race, his hands no longer content with just holding Jeremy’s body next to his, instead it was gently caressing the flesh, feeling it move under his gentle touch and he could feel his penis growing harder with each touch, each press of his fingers against Jeremy’s warm body.

As thoughts of a life spent making Jeremy happy passed before his mind, his hands and body seemed to be sensing the desire within the heart. They poked and prodded and were rewarded by soft sounds of enjoyment, as Jeremy’s own thoughts had turned to Taylor, and the love he felt for him. Nothing could be more important to him at that moment, than to be a part of Taylor and his body was starting to act on that burning thought.

Every part of his body started to ache as Taylor’ hands moved down his legs, spreading open the bathrobe and reached around for the large thick pole that had grown the instant Taylor’ lips first touched his forehead. His heart was reaching out, bursting with love and a burning desire to share it with the man who held his heart in his hands.

As Taylor opened his eyes to look down, he found a struggling Jeremy trying to move up from under his probing hands. His eyes were set on Taylor’ face, and he could see the burning desire as he moved his own body, to bring his legs closer together and to stretch them out so Jeremy could sit on top easier. They stared at each other as their physical body moved into position. Their hands no longer moving at random, instead it was almost like a grand ballet, slowly coming to its climax, as Jeremy not sat astride of Taylor. His rather thinner frame resting on Taylor more muscular body, his hands now firmly resting on the strong shoulders, holding his weight as Jeremy now looked down into Taylor’ deep loving eyes.

Taylor reached down, to grip the firm young cheeks of Jeremy’s buttocks, and as his fingers dug into the soft warm flesh, he could feel the excitement building inside of him as Jeremy reached over to grab the condom off the end table bowl. A smile on his face as he recalled the look on Taylor’ face the first time he spotted the bowls dotted all over the apartment.

The package was opened and the coated plastic was already being rolled down the thick throbbing shaft before the laughter of his memory could explode. Taylor could sense the humour as he seemed to understand exactly what Jeremy was thinking, and he too could feel the humour as he recalled his expression. His lips curled a little as he felt the rubber condom sliding down his penis, and the joy he felt at being so loved only grew inside of him. His heart now started to struggle, its speed growing by leaps and bounds as the thin plastic rolled out, to rest against his blonde pubic hairs.

As the last of the condom was unrolled, Jeremy moved his hand to grip the hot throbbing piece of flesh, as his fingers wrapped around the throbbing pole he felt his own cock jerking against Taylor’ stomach and he could feel the muscles coiling inside of Taylor’ stomach. God, he thought, how wonderful it really is to be in love, and to have that love returned. For a brief second he thought of dear “uncle” and this time the image wasn’t clear, the leering face, the puffy cheeks, just didn’t seem to come into focus like they normally did, and for the first time since he had left that house, he felt safe and secure.

The sharp jab of pain lanced up through his rectum, the cloudy image of a man wrapped in fear and horror seemed to suddenly vanish from his memory as he leaned backwards, sending the throbbing flesh of Taylor deep into his own body. He could feel it rip past his straining inner muscles, feel its tremendous power as it filled him with its love and its desire. Waves of tremendous pleasure poured upwards into his body, and he shook with each wave, groans of pleasure escaped his lips as the huge cock was pulled deep inside of him.

Nothing in his past could compare to the amazing feeling of love that just seemed to overwhelm his entire senses. Every nerve in his body seemed to suddenly come alive, he could feel the gentle breeze of the air conditioning as it wafted across his exposed flesh, the warm breath of Taylor blowing across his chest, sending his chest hairs every way possible. Nothing mattered to his mind, except the unbelievable rapture that was enveloping him totally in its cloak of warmth and love.

Small drops of his saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, to join the newly formed rivers of sweat as his body gyrated this way and that. Every part of him seemed to be vibrating as his body rocked with the thick throbbing penis inside of him. Nothing else mattered as he groaned louder with each passing second. He could feel Taylor, could feel his heart pounding, feel that tremendous love that was flowing within his veins. Nothing was more sweet to him than the constant trembling of his body as he sucked Taylor’ penis deeper into his inner body. He could feel the hot head, as it poked past every muscle inside of him, past the velvet lining to fill him totally and fully.

Every part of his soul was afire with the love that now burned in two bodies. The breathing was shallow and ragged, as their lungs gasped for air to fuel their love for each other. The throbbing penis ached and jerked side to side as it strove to desperately reach further and further inside of Jeremy’s warm insides. Taylor couldn’t believe the power of the love that was making his legs twitch and tremble. He could feel his toes curling upwards as the blood started to drain from his legs. There no longer was enough to feed his body, it was all starting to rush towards the one single spot, where his body was joined with its other half, its soul mate.

Jeremy started to yell as his body raced ahead. His soul was so hot that he could feel his flesh melting, the skin no longer a cool covering for his love and he was sure that smoke was rising from between them as he strove to melt into Taylor’ body, to become one. His heart was ready to burst as he ground his hips from side to side, making Taylor yell out in pure pleasure. His own balls were like two hard-boiled steel eggs. They couldn’t go any higher as they spewed their love outwards, making his own hard cock quake between the liquid pools of smouldering flesh.

As his body jerked hard, the hot white river of cum flooding outwards, soaking and mixing with the already raging rivers of sweat between the two bodies of shimmering flesh, Taylor started to buck. His whole body was suddenly arching upwards, and then falling down. His arms flayed outwards, hitting the sides of the couch with a vengeance. Just as the steady stream of Jeremy’s cum started to splatter against his body, he could feel his head spinning off his shoulders. His heart seemed to burst and explode into a thousand brilliant lights of all colours and hues.

Screaming with the pain of absolute pleasure, Taylor could feel his whole body shaking and tearing itself apart. He couldn’t focus any longer, his head rolled down, spit running from the corners of his mouth as his whole body arched upwards with one gigantic heave. He felt Jeremy’s body bounce upwards, his cock suddenly not as deep as it was, as the whole force of his body was spent upwards, and then Jeremy’s body came crashing back down, forcing the throbbing penis even deeper and further inside than one could humanly think possible.

Just as Jeremy’s loud cry started to lessen, the echo no longer bouncing off the far walls, Taylor could hear his own voice explode outwards. His primal scream almost tore the skin from his own body with its shrill desperate cry. Before it could fully pass his lips he felt himself explode deep within Jeremy’s rectum, his cum pushing the thin rubber condom to its limits of elasticity. The violent explosion was felt deep within, the thick pulsing vein almost bursting out as the blood poured in from every part of Taylor’ body.

For several minutes Jeremy and Taylor were joined together, both of them straining under the enormous force of their love for each other. Nothing else could intrude, no fire alarms, no shrill police sirens could dent the immense wall of love that surrounded them as their bodies drained themselves of all that they held. As their love exploded all around them, they found themselves slowly sliding down off the chesterfield, their bodies still joined together but no longer having any strength at all.

They lay on the floor, Taylor’ back supported precariously by the chesterfield, as Jeremy’s body had slid down and now rested on top of his, both of them gasping for air. Brilliant flashes of lights crossed between their eyes and yet they were both able to talk, as their souls were once more joined, but in a manner, neither had ever experienced before. The one soul comforting the other, telling it how grand life together was going to be, the other softly apologizing for not opening up earlier. The two men were as one, their fears and doubts no longer a stumbling block, their love no longer held in check by artificial barriers and while they both could feel that they had much more to learn from the other, they also knew that there was now nothing on earth that could ever separate them from each other.

Mike watched as Keith and Tommy splashed around in the pool. It was funny, the way the day had gone so far. Everyone seemed to be a bit nervous, unsure of everyone else. Even Billy seemed a bit hesitant, even when he had managed to find a few brief moments to be alone with him, Billy had for the first time, seemed rather uninterested. Well, he could understand it, as Billy was feeling like he was getting into something that he needed help with, but he hadn’t a clue as to if he could ask his dad or not.

Watching the two frolic in the pool, Mike was sure that the little jerk off sessions were more than that, what he wasn’t sure of was if they had a clue as to what they were doing or if they were simply two kids experimenting as he and Billy had when they were their ages. Somehow, it just didn’t seem to be the same, plus he also thought that Tommy was keeping something back. Whatever it was, he knew that Billy was worrying that it would come between his dad and Chris.

They had waken up to find a cryptic note telling them the two ancient guys were already gone, and a vague memory of a phone ringing in the middle of the night bothered them both, but they said nothing to each other. It wasn’t necessary anymore, their deepest fears were never secret to the other, they could just sense it and Mike had felt Billy’s worry long before Billy even acknowledged it to himself.

For the morning, he had spent most of his time hovering around Billy. Keeping his eye on him, never leaving his sight and there had one brief flare of anger but that was short lived as they were able to communicate without a word. Mike had simply gotten it across that he was there, always would be and that Billy wasn’t going to go through this alone.

Both Keith and Tommy seemed to sense the unvoiced concern and acted like nothing was wrong, even though Mike noticed they had snug off several times to whisper and talk. He wondered briefly what it was they were hiding, but figured that it was up to Seth and Chris and he knew that after dinner, he and Billy would have to tell them what they knew.

For now, he decided that they needed to lighten up the mood, so he waited, and as the day wore on he finally got his chance. In less than a split second, he had Billy tossed in the pool and was racing down the path, a dripping young blonde right behind him, and two young kids giggling and following behind. He knew it was a ploy, a cheap trick, but it seemed to work as everyone was concentrating on getting him, no longer worrying about the other stuff.

For the rest of the afternoon, the four were just kids. They ran, they swam and they played. All fears were quickly banished off to the sideline, to wait the evening when it would all come out. For now, they tossed footballs around, Mike egging Billy on, so that wrestling matches would break out every few minutes.

The afternoon was nothing more than a collection of laughs, giggles and the occasional tossing of bodies into the swimming pool. For those brief few hours, they were kids, not young adults weighed down with the weight of the world on their shoulders.