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The Lottery

Part 7

He sat back in the kitchen chair watching Jock washing up. The man had refused to let Paul help and to be honest he was rather enjoying seeing the man standing at the sink. It gave him a strange sense of contentment to see someone else doing something so domestic. Still there was a small annoying twinge in his mind. One that kept telling him this was all an act, all a put on. It was times like this when he wished he could be like Mark Thayer and just go for the sex instead of constantly analyzing everything to the smallest detail.

In the back of his mind he knew that he was physically attracted to Jock, after all the guy was hot. It wasn’t that he was some jock or hard the hard body many associated with beauty. It was his eyes though that made Paul melt. The way they seemed to go right into his very soul each time their eyes locked was what made his heart beat quicken and his groin stiffen. Trouble was that inside his heart he felt like there was so much more to the man, something that made him feel alive in a sense he had never truly experienced before.

Sure there had been Jason and while he knew they had shared a love, this was totally different. If anything it felt like there was more that just an attraction. It felt almost as if they were one, sharing more than just interests or views. Hell he didn’t really know what views Jock held but something told him that where it counted, they were like Siamese twins. He couldn’t explain it but staring at him washing up only made him feel like he was alive, was truly a part of the world instead of just a spectator. It unnerved him too as he wondered if there could ever be anything between them.

The notion of having someone like Jock next to him was a thought that his heart approved of but his mind rejected. It kept throwing up age and money and anything else that was negative. Normally he listened but for the first time in his living memory he felt the power of his very soul reaching up to claim its right. He knew the turmoil that boiled within his being was not unique to him. Paul sensed that Jock also had similar thoughts or so his heart kept pounding out to his mind. It was at one moment extremely inviting and yet at the same time frightening.

Christ he was 61, why would someone Jock’s age even think about being with someone like him? It wasn’t just about looks or sexual drive even, so why did he feel that Jock wanted him? Was it the money like his mind kept saying or was it really something deeper than that? Did he crave the security of being with an older man or was it merely a foray into the lifestyle as a test, to see if the waters were warm enough? Did Jock merely look at him as an introduction to their secret world of living or did he genuinely care for him the way God intended?

You okay?

Huh?

You looked so serious, you okay?

Just for a passing second Paul was certain he could see genuine concern etched in those dark chocolate eyes. It was as if it really seemed to matter to Jock that he was okay. Strange, but it was sort of how he himself felt about Jock. He really did think that he cared about how he felt. It shook him as his mind continued to try and pry him away from his heart’s urgings.

Oh, fine, sorry, guess I was just lost in thought somewhere, sorry.

No problem, well thanks again.

For what?

Dinner.

Wasn’t really very much, uh, how about a glass of brandy? We can maybe go sit in the den?

Sure, but uh… well, about staying, I know you offered, but I can drive okay and…

Panic seemed to suddenly grab at him. Paul felt a strange fear inside as if all he wanted from life was about to simply get up and leave. He felt desperate and gulped a few times as he gathered his wits. It was weird to feel this desperate & yet he knew he had to try, had to hold onto his hope somehow.

There is a spare room, door has a lock that works and…

Jocks eyes suddenly shut and Paul watched the way his face seemed to suddenly go white. It was almost as if he had insulted him and he wanted to take back the words as he waited for Jock to respond.

I am not worried about that, sorry. It is just, I don’t want to impose…

You aren’t, come on we’ll have some brandy and sit, talk if you want or maybe you’d rather watch television?

Okay, uh, talk?

Sure if you wanted to, or we could always just kick back and listen to some music and read if you prefer?

Really? I mean, wouldn’t that be, well, you have such a great selection of books.

It felt like a light had gone off or something. The way Jock’s face suddenly lit up made Paul’s heart skip a beat or two. It felt so good to see him smile. More than that he seemed genuinely pleased by the notion. If only it was real he thought as he tried not to stare.

Tomorrow I am to pick up some new ones at the local bookstore, maybe you’d care to come along with me?

Guess that settles it then.

Settles it? What?

Me staying. With a trip to a bookstore in the offering? No way could I go home now.

Haha, well… I’ll have to remember that.

Jock looked over at Paul and smiled. The way his mouth curled and the eyes glowed almost made Paul feint. It was like he had suddenly been given the key to the country or something. His chest ached a bit from the strain as they walked slowly towards the den. Paul wasn’t sure if they’d sit and talk or just read but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was that Jock would be sitting next to him. For whatever that meant to Jock he didn’t know but for him it was like everything was finally beginning to fall into place. This was more than his dream coming true, this was living it.

He had never had so much trouble trying to concentrate as he was finding it right now. Every few seconds all he could think of was to steal a glance over at Paul. It felt weird to be feeling this way and yet it was exactly how he felt. His heart was beating a mile a second or so it felt. He knew that he was deluding himself that someone as sophisticated as Paul could even consider him worthy but he knew he couldn’t just walk away. The whole thing was amazing really.

Ever since the party he couldn’t get Paul out of his mind. It was almost as if the man had taken over his dreams and thoughts even. He had found himself comparing Paul to Mark which really confused him. Mark was a way to get laid, he knew that now and all his fancy thoughts of a life with Mark had seemed to just evaporate once he had met Paul.

Nothing really made sense to him but the idea of him and Paul seemed to keep on growing inside his mind and in his heart. He didn’t know if it was simply from Paul being nice to him or that they shared an interest. Whatever it was it was like he had suddenly become addicted to the notion of him and Paul.

Even now, sitting here in the big leather chair only added fuel to his wild thoughts. The odour of burnt wood permeated his nostrils and yet all he could think of was that alluring aroma of Paul’s cologne. It made him swoon really and the print on the page in front of him kept blurring as he tried to make sense of it all. Was he falling in love or was he falling for the dream he had of what a relationship was? Was it Paul’s own charm or the allure of a shared interest?

Jock couldn’t decide and it troubled him because he knew that if left to him he would have gone home. He wanted above all to stay but he was scared. He knew there was a huge age difference but somehow he didn’t seem to mind. Paul was something he had never thought existed. A man who cared for literature and for life. Least that was how he had first saw Paul but now he knew there was a lot more to it. He couldn’t make up his mind as to what attracted him to Paul the most.

Ever since that party he had thought about Paul. The more the days had passed the more obsessed he felt he was becoming about the man. He couldn’t explain why either because Paul wasn’t exactly a looker. He was handsome and held his age well but he was no poster boy for gay men. Maybe that was just it, maybe he was so warped that he went for the opposite of the typical gay?

It was his curse to always mull things over until they resembled a worn out bone or something. Still he couldn’t stop thinking of Paul and even Mark had sensed it. Their relationship had cooled dramatically after the party and Jock wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted Paul or simply didn’t care for Mark’s growing demand for more sex than Jock was willing to give. It bothered him a bit but then it didn’t seem to really matter when he would think of Paul.

The notion of some man entering his rectum had always turned him off, had made him feel that he wasn’t really gay, just gay curious but then he met Paul. All that seemed to change and yet at the same time made him even more fearful of sex. He had trouble even letting Mark jerk him off never mind suck him off which was what finally led to their big fight and eventual break-up. It also was how he was finally able to get enough courage to drive up here.

Just sitting here right now with Paul next to him made him feel more gay than all the kissing, fondling or blow jobs that Mark had given him. He didn’t know why he felt this way and he was afraid that it would end at any second. He couldn’t help it, yet each time he would steal a look at Paul he felt happy, alive. It was as if the man made him whole. His mind told him he didn’t know this older man and yet his heart told him he did.

Round and round his mind and heart kept going at this and yet he seemed to know that unless Paul threw him out, this was where he wanted to be. To just be in the presence of him, to smell his cologne, to listen to him breathe was intoxicating in itself. Worse though was how it made the rest of his body react. Jock could feel the constant press of his penis against his pants as he struggled to keep a tight rein on the physical emotions that kept trying to break out.

Dinner had been a nightmare for him. All he could think about while chewing was how nice it would be to make Paul breakfast, to feel his arms around his waist while he scrambled the eggs or flipped the bacon. His heart seemed to skip several beats each time he thought about what it would be like to open his eyes and see Paul’s face next to his or to just wake up to Paul’s even breath against his cheeks.

It scared him so much that he didn’t think he could stay and yet somehow here he still was. It amazed him really. How could a stranger have such an effect on him? His mind told him that he was being dishonest, that he was merely looking for a safe port in the storm of his life. He knew that it could be true. After all there was his outing by his wife and then Mark. He didn’t know who had scarred him more but his money was on the wife for the moment.

Still the whole idea of him actually being 100% gay scared him except when dreaming about Paul. His eyes grew a bit distant as he glanced once more at the balding head reading the leather bound book. The way the white hair seemed to shimmer made his pulse race a bit. Jock wished he had the courage to just tell Paul all this, but he didn’t. He hated himself for his weakness but then that too was who he was.

His wife may be a shrew in his mind but she was right. He had deceived her in the worst possible way but how do you tell someone you thought you cared for that you weren’t interested in them? Mark seemed to have no trouble with that but then Mark had only one goal it seemed. His wife had given him two children, she had a right to be pissed but she should have known that he wasn’t the type to jump to things. Maybe he had known all along that he liked guys but even now, despite all that had gone on, he still felt like he wasn’t certain.

Yet to be honest with himself when he looked at Paul he felt like he was. When he thought of Mark or some of Mark’s friends, all he could feel was uncertainty. When he looked at other women he felt the same way so what was he? Was he gay or just a totally confused fuck? Mark had called him that and as much as it hurt him to hear it, he had to maybe agree with Mark. He was confused but deep down inside he knew the answer rested. His problem was that he was too afraid to dig down and get it for fear of what it might truly be.

His head stared up and over the opened book in his hands as he looked over to the wall above the fireplace. A small brass lamp shone lightly down on an old looking document within a glass case. His eyes couldn’t make out the writing really except for the first few letters that were enlarged. He knew it was merely a copy still to lift his face up to stare up at that document made his heart flutter a bit.

It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen hundreds of times before and yet right this second it seemed to hold some special meaning to him. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the bold old English print that seemed to shimmer in the light. His heart grew quiet as he realized that all he wanted was here, that all he had ever hoped for was right here if he dared. For the first time he realized that he couldn’t sit back and wait, that it was suddenly a choice he had to actually make.

The blood seemed to fill his ears and he could hear the roaring sound as he mind ceased its battle with his heart. Small tears came to his eyes as he put the book down on his lap, wondering why it had taken him so long to realize all that now came flooding into his mind? His body shook a little and he could feel the growing flush of excitement as he finally let his heart beat stridently inside.

With the image of the three words ‘We The People’ from the constitution etched in his mind he turned to stare once more at Paul. This time he didn’t let his gaze wander or hide as he waited for Paul to turn and face him. He could see the eyes widen as he met Paul’s gaze and he licked his lips as he made up his mind.

Paul…

Yes?

I don’t want to sleep in the spare room, if that is okay with you.

Part 8

Paul opened his eyes to see the bright rays of the sun shining in from the window. For a minute or two he thought about the night wishing that the dream hadn’t ended. His face was open in a wide smile as he thought about last night when it hit him, it wasn’t a dream, it really was real, wasn’t it? He quickly turned away from the window to stare at the other side of his bed but it was empty. For a moment or two his heart sagged and he felt a strange sense of panic inside. It was a dream his mind said but then he smelled the scent wafting across the room and Paul knew that it had been no dream.

He sat up and looked around his large bedroom. The heavy drapes hadn’t been closed but the almost sheer pale blue ones had been drawn. They blew gently in the morning breeze that came from the open glass and once more memories of last night came flooding back to him. No, it hadn’t been a dream but now he turned around, wondering where the source of his good feeling had gone.

There was a sense of disappointment inside, as he had wanted to wake up and turn to see him lying next to him, but instead all he saw as the crumpled sheets and still dented pillow from where his head had lain. He could smell him still, a faint lingering aroma that once more made him feel like he was 16 or 17. He couldn’t believe his good fortune yet in his mind he could hear the words of one night stand echoing. Where was he?

Paul cocked his head to one side to try and listen. There was no sound coming from the bathroom, no water running and he could hear the wind rustling the trees outside and the birds chirping yet no human sound intruded. His heart beat a little faster from panic & fear as he stepped out of the bed, his robe quickly adorned from the chair as he began to feel strangely lost, strangely frightened.

He stood by the open window and peered out and down onto his driveway. There stood his Tahoe and in front the dented and old Datsun still rested. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he knew that the dream was real and that for the moment, it still hadn’t ended. He thanked his lucky stars as he finally was able to hear the sounds of something human moving off in the distance. He could tell it was coming from the kitchen and he felt the tension ease from his shoulders.

For a moment or two he pondered having a shower but instead he quickly dabbed cold water on his face, rinsed his mouth out and tossed on a pair of pants before slipping into his slippers. With the robe still on he padded off towards the kitchen to see what was going on. He didn’t want to waste a second as his feet moved just a bit faster almost in time with the rising beat of his heart.

As the sound grew louder he could also smell the tantalizing aroma of breakfast cooking. He never was one for big breakfasts but suddenly Paul found himself feeling rather ravenous. His mouth watered as he turned in from the hall into the kitchen. He stopped short as he saw the tall blonde by the large kitchen range. He was flipping something on the griddle portion of the stove top but it was his attire that made Paul stop.

Jock stood there, nothing on really except a pair of thin boxer shorts. You could just see the outline of his firm buttocks as well as the faint hint of tanned skin of the flesh. The tall figure had a thin something around the back of his neck and Paul knew that he wore an apron but other than those two items, Jock wore nothing else. He couldn’t believe it as he stood there, enjoying the beauty of the man.

He couldn’t contain himself as he felt the sudden growth between his legs along with the sudden flush that rose up from his groin. The warmth made him begin to sweat a little as he gazed at the long legs with their fine dusting of blond hairs. In his heart he could still feel them brushing up against his own legs and he sighed a little, recalling the pleasure he had had in just running his hand along those well defined and firm legs.

The sound of his sigh was heard as the head suddenly popped up and turned. Paul watched with a growing sense of desire as the hair moved one way and the head the other. He watched as Jock’s face came fully into view and he could see the rich chocolate eyes beaming out at him from under a lock of rebellious blonde hair. He saw the thin pale lips that he had tasted fully hours earlier and he smiled. The whole vision of Jock wearing a silly apron over his front only brought a whistle of appreciation from Paul’s lips which in turn brought an increasingly wider smile from that fine angular face.

Sorry was I making too much noise?

No, didn’t hear a sound really, uh.. what are you making? Smells damn good.

Oh just some eggs and bacon, hungry?

It seemed so right, the way Jock was standing by the stove with a spatula in his hand and his eyes darting from Paul then back to the food on the griddle. It was so perfect that he felt a tear welling up. Somehow he felt like he was once more in a world of dreams because life couldn’t be this perfect, could it?

Yes, actually…

That later …I mean… shit…

Paul had to laugh, the expression on Jock’s face when he had stared quickly at Paul’s middle when he had answered was priceless and yet he felt the strange hitch in his own voice as he chuckled. It had been a long time since he had let himself go in such a way as he had last night. Sure he had his fling or two while off in Europe but that had been sex, last night had been something else.

His mind still couldn’t quite believe all that had happened. If he was to be cold and analytical about it nothing much really had happened physically, yet the feelings inside that had come rushing to him were still there. He could still feel the excitement from Jock’s first touch of his naked chest, or the warmth that had suddenly filled his whole body when their lips had brushed against each other for the first time.

Everything about last night had been about firsts for him, yet his mind kept telling him that it had been nothing new. Still his heart and soul cried out for more, not so much for the raw sex but for the taste of Jock’s lips on his, the smell of Jock’s hair as it brushed past his nostrils. The sensation that made his body shake & shudder as Jock’s hand caressed his skin. All of that made him feel so different and the feeling hadn’t left, hadn’t passed. If he closed his eyes right now Paul knew he would see it all as if it was still happening. No, as much as his mind might try to confuse him, his heart knew the truth. What had passed between them last night hadn’t been about physical needs, but about something greater, much more meaningful.

Oh that too, but us old guys need nourishment first.

You aren’t old, hell if last night… uh…

There was a strange look across Jock’s face that was quickly hidden but Paul had seen it. For an instant he froze as he tried to understand the swift look that had nearly escaped his attention. His heart seemed to stop for that instant as fear gripped him. His mind reeled as the look became fixed in his vision.

What? Why that look? Is something wrong?

No, least not… this is so weird, I am sorry, but, is it okay to talk about.. I mean.. was it…

I have never felt so alive as I did with you last night Jock, if that is what you are asking.

Sort of, I am sorry, I feel so, different today… it is like, I don’t know… so much more human, more like a real person, if that makes sense.

It does, are you worried that… uh…

I don’t know what to do Paul.

He was feeling strangely confused. The look had puzzled him and even scared him but the voice made him look deeper into Jock’s face. There was a glow but also a look of concern that made his heart wince a little. He was confused himself as he tried to give himself time to think, to adjust to Jocks swing in moods.

Uh you flip the bacon over so it cooks on both sides then you…

Jock turned to stare down at the sizzling food and with a casual flip of his wrist managed to turn the bacon and other bits that were on the griddle. It was done abstractly Paul noticed as Jock’s head quickly turned back to focus on his face, the deep rich brown eyes staring intently at him.

That’s not what I meant… that I know how to do.

I can see that.

I am not good at… at sex. There… I said it, I know that for me last night was special, it really was something I have never felt before, but you, I mean Paul I know you expected more… and I just… I mean…

For a second he felt panic inside his heart as he listened to the halting voice. His hand moved out and he touched Jock on the shoulder and then with his hand he reached up and lifted the chin so he could stare into that face that had mesmerized him from the beginning.

In his heart he knew what Jock was trying to say and what he was feeling. To be honest he had thought that he had been the one who had maybe not satisfied but looking into Jock’s eyes he knew differently.

Last night was very special for me too Jock. I wouldn’t say that either if I didn’t mean it.

But I didn’t… I mean we didn’t…

Despite what some might say Jock, a first time with someone doesn’t have to always include or, well, it just doesn’t have to be doing everything… with Jason we never, I mean we never did do everything until later on. There aren’t any rules you know?

No, I didn’t… guess I am sort of stupid, just that I like you a lot and don’t want you to think I don’t. I guess I thought that you might think I didn’t cause we didn’t, uh, you know…

Strange listening to all this as it dredged up a conversation he had long since forgotten. It was after the second time he and Jason had made love together. They still hadn’t had intercourse and he had been afraid that Jason might think he didn’t like him. Funny how history could repeat itself and now here he was, once more reliving that same feeling only this time it wasn’t his reticence in question.

Jock I am appreciative for whatever you are willing to share with me. I know that doesn’t sound great, but I am in no rush to go all the way, as the kids might say. I am more interested in knowing you, and well, in having you know me. In some ways I feel like a kid in junior high with his first crush, yet, well, this is so much more than that to me. I want to enjoy it, last night was so much more than what I ever dreamed, you have to believe that Jock. It is the truth.

Jock just stood there for a moment or two and looked at Paul. It felt so unreal, as if suddenly time had stopped for them both as Paul felt Jock’s heart stop beating, just as his own stopped. They simply looked at each other, feeling the truth in what had been said.

The crackle of bacon intruded and Jock turned to shove the pile of crispy strips off to one side. His hands moved deftly as he spread the bacon and hash browns onto the two plates he had by the side. The eggs were quickly moved on and then he turned, the grill turned off and two plates of steaming food in one hand.

Their eyes met again and this time Paul felt the twinge inside as Jock motioned him towards the table. It was a moment that he knew he would never forget. In some ways it was as if they had spoken volumes and yet Paul knew there were many more questions left to ask. His heart seemed to beat slower as he sat down waiting for Jock. The plate of steaming food unnoticed in front of him as he looked up into the brown eyes.

And well, Well you sure seemed to know what to do last night, Christ you are so… I mean, hell I feel like… well like I am back in high school…

Me too.

Really?

Yeah, I just never, I mean I know we didn’t do a whole lot, but…

In his own mind he knew they had done more than enough. To him a first time didn’t mean you did everything but Jock seemed that he did. He wondered if that was perhaps from his time with Mark but as he looked into Jock’s face, he knew it was just that Jock wanted to please. It was weird really, to see that glow inside of the man & yet to also be able to recognize the fear too. So much was happening & so quickly that he too felt that twinge of fear, of doubt.

Jock, what we did was what was right for then, there are no set you do this I do that stuff… I mean, sometimes you just have to take your time… I know its been awhile since I… since I really…

I’ve never done some things Paul, I don’t know if I’d please you the way… I mean…

It was like listening to his own fears, his own doubts. Sex seemed so important but in reality he knew it was just a part of life, nothing that couldn’t be worked out if you cared enough about each other. Paul just didn’t know how to say it, to explain it.

Jock, let’s have breakfast before it gets cold, it looks so inviting…

Sorry.

Don’t be.. it is, hell I am just as uncertain about things as you… damned if I know what to say either.

Really?

Uh huh.

But you are…

Older?

No, I didn’t mean that, just that, well you have done all this before, I’ve never been… I mean all I ever let Mark do was uh, the oral stuff, and even that… I mean… there hasn’t been any other men… so…

I am in no rush Jock, if all we ever do is no more than what we did last night, then I am still feeling like I died and went to heaven. It was all I could handle, to be honest. I mean… look… there is something about you that makes me feel, well, like I have been given a very special moment, I don’t want it to end.

I don’t either, it is just… I mean there are so many things I want to say but I don’t know really how.

You just say them Jock, if last night was a beginning, and I sure as hell hope so, then we have to learn to, well to tell each other our thoughts.

But what if I say the wrong thing or not that, I mean, well what if I just don’t say it right? I don’t want to lose… Paul I don’t want to lose you as a friend. Last night was, well… scary and yet, I mean… it just felt like… like I needed to be with you, I know I didn’t do much but…

If you don’t say it right, then we’ll try to figure it out, I know how to use a dictionary.

Paul…

Okay, look, neither of us can make any promises about what might happen, let’s well, let’s sort of let things happen and take it one step at a time.

So last night was okay?

More than okay Jock… this is weird… I am sorry, I am not used to talking about this either. It has been a long time for me… since I even felt this way.

Really? I never would have… Paul, why are you single? I mean… damn I am putting my foot in it, but, I guess I just can’t believe my luck, you are exactly what I have always dreamed about, when I let myself.

Paul felt like he was looking in some time mirror. He could see his own reflection in the words that Jock was trying to get out and he knew that in many ways they shared the same doubts and fears. He couldn’t believe his good fortune from last night yet he too had felt that maybe he hadn’t done all that Jock needed. It was bizarre to think you could establish a routine in just one night and Jason had helped him there, just as he knew he would need to help Jock. His biggest fear really was wondering if he was up to the task or would he blow it?

Me? God Jock you don’t know the half of it, I have a lot of baggage my friend…

Paul was surprised as Jock stood up and reached over to kiss Paul lightly on the lips. He could feel the electricity pouring into his body as the lips brushed lightly together. Then Jock’s head pulled back a bit to stare once more into Paul’s blue eyes. They locked & simply stared at each other for a minute or even two. He felt the hitch in his heart and the sudden gasp for air as his body shook a little by the soft tender touch that lingered as they stared at each other.

Finally Jock lowered his head and sat back down again, his tongue giving a quick flick over his lips that made Paul’s eyes widen a bit. It was almost as if Jock was trying to savour that taste, that one brief taste.

What was that for?

Calling me your friend… sorry, it is just, well, it felt so good..

Paul felt his hand reaching out over the table with the palm open. He waited as Jock looked at it and then brought his own hand up to let it fit neatly into Paul’s. It felt so good to hold him like that as the aroma of the food wafted past and he could smell Jock’s own scent mingling with the smell. It was as domestic as he had ever gotten in the last 20 or so years and he could feel the excitement racing around inside of him.

He also felt the apprehension of what he was letting himself in for. Here he was, 61 years of age with a man half his age at best, beginning something that he had only dreamed of for the last 20 years. Could he change his own ways to meet Jock’s needs or would his set ways eventually ruin what could be?

So many questions flew past his mind that he felt a bit dizzy by it all. Even after breakfast, there seemed a sense of awkwardness that he knew was mostly his fault. He really just wanted to reach out and grab Jock but held back. Still while cleaning up he did manage to brush against him which only added to his sense of wonder. The mere touch of Jock’s young firm figure next to his own made the blood boil inside. Thoughts of taking him into his arms and smothering him with passionate kisses took his fancy and even caused him to drop some cutlery that he was drying.

The noise had startled Jock but the look in his eyes had made it all worth it. Paul could see his concern as if he had dropped something important and yet the smile had made Paul feel weak at the knees. It was a twirling tornado of emotions with each passing of a dirty dish or pot and Paul felt like he was 16 again. How could he not want this? It was like a prayer had been answered but his mind had forgotten asking for it.

Even back upstairs Paul had felt the doubts crossing his mind. He had wanted to follow Jock into the shower but held back, knowing he was being old fashioned, telling himself it would be too pushy. Yet he was certain there was a sense of disappointment in Jock when he didn’t, but also a sense of relief. It was confusing but he knew that he couldn’t stop going forward. This was his chance, perhaps his last chance at having something he had secretly wanted for a very long time.

The sound of the water running and the noise of it falling off of Jock’s body only made his heart ache even more. He stared at his reflection in the large steamy mirror, wondering what it was that Jock saw in him? Could it be that he could see beyond that ancient looking face or was he looking for something else? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he wondered briefly if it was the money or something else?

Staring at his own reflection he felt himself sizing up the pro’s and con’s of it all. He had some things to offer Jock, most of which was material but he did have a few non material things he could bring to the mix. He did have experience to some extend, and he had been around for a time so that could be a plus. It also could be a negative because he was 61, there was no escaping that.

His hair had receded quite a fair amount but he didn’t think it made him look exactly old. In some small way it added a bit of character to his appearance he thought but would Jock see that? What about other people? How would they see him and Jock? More than likely they would see the rich old fart with a young stud on his arm and figure it was about the money. It would be their first thoughts really and he had to admit it could be a problem.

Yet as hard as his mind kept trying to be practical about it, he found the answers deep in his heart. Frankly what difference did it really make what people thought, it was what Jock and he thought about it that counted. Just looking at Jock he could feel that the money was an issue but not in the way others would. If anything he felt confident that Jock would bend over the other way in an effort to not make it be about that. Still, he had a lot of money, it would be hard to not have it influence their relationship.

The sudden realization that he was embarking on an actual relationship gave him a cold chill. He shivered a bit as he looked at his reflection. The steam from the shower had distorted the view and yet he didn’t move to wipe the glass. It was how he saw himself, grey and distorted. How could he even consider this he thought? What madness was it to let himself be swept up by the glimmering hope of some grand love affair with a man half his age?

He felt suddenly very old and very scared. Paul knew in his heart that he craved the warm embrace of Jock’s arms but he also knew that he was still very much frightened by all that it would mean. He hadn’t been off the mark in saying he had a lot of baggage, and he wondered if it was fair to Jock to subject him to it? Could he expect someone so vulnerable to accept and understand all that it meant? Was it perhaps expecting too much?

Doubts and fears raced inside and he found his heart faltering a little. He knew he wanted this but he believed he was past it. His time had come and gone, of that he was fairly certain. Still, there was a small shard of hope that seemed persistent. It wouldn’t let him toss this chance away. Last night had been beyond words for him and just thinking about it made his shoulders relax a bit. The image before him might be old but it still breathed, it still had life inside so why shouldn’t he seize this opportunity?

The anxiety was making him sweat or maybe it just was the heat from the hot water coming from the shower. Either way he felt a strange heaviness inside that made him lean forward and close his eyes. He really wanted this but he could feel the years of denial roaring up inside. He wanted to be free of these doubts but they seemed insurmountable as he contemplated his image, his limited future.

Paul felt a sudden surge of something and he was startled as he tried to figure out where this strange new feeling was coming from. It felt wet and warm and inviting too as his head came up and there, in the mirror was another reflection. This time he felt the tension rising up as he stared out at his own brooding face and the soft thoughtful face of Jock next to it.

Jock merely stood there as Paul stared at him in the mirror. He saw the hair dangling down on either side of his face, the water dripping down his forehead and his flesh gleamed in the bathroom’s light. It looked so pink and fresh that it made Paul’s heart skip a beat. His eyes widened as Jock’s arms moved up to encircle his waist. He felt the wetness growing as Jock’s body seemed to just melt into his own and the long thin face now rested gently on Paul’s shoulder.

Are you as scared as I am Paul?

Slowly Paul felt himself turning around in Jock’s strong wet arms. He looked into the face and felt the drips of water against his bared chest. His robe had fallen open as he stood close to Jock, smelling his own shampoo and soap. He breathed in deeply as he also smelled the fear that came form them both.

‘Yes’ he said as he felt his own arms reaching out and sliding under Jocks’ arms. ‘Yes I am just as scared but we’ll work through it… if you want’

He stood there feeling Jock’s heart beating next to his, feeling his body gradually forming itself into Jock’s firm muscular frame. The arms held him tightly and Paul’s hands moved slowly up the small of Jock’s back. He could feel the fear but he also felt the thrill of the touch, the softness of the skin and the firmness of the muscles. His whole body grew hard and rigid as he closed his eyes and leaned closer to let his mouth brush up against the thin pale lips. The power of their embrace became harder as his body moved back a step and he felt the edge of the counter against his back. His groin was like a raging inferno as it pushed forward into the soft belly of the young man. He could feel the press back from Jock’s own crotch just as their lips touched.

It felt like a plug being put into the socket. The way his whole body suddenly became charged with an overwhelming sense of joy and pleasure. Every part of him began to tingle as the juice from the socket surged inwards. Paul didn’t know what to make of it as his emotions suddenly were awakened by the press of Jock’s mouth on his own. He could taste the man as his lips parted slightly and Jock’s thick raspy tongue came snaking inside in a darting manner.

Every part of his body suddenly ached and he felt the breathe leaving his lungs. His arms grew numb as he clung onto Jock’s own shivering body. There was no mistaking the desire or the passion that kept roaring into his body from every pore in his own body. He felt so alive that it actually hurt. The thunder of his own heart rose to a crescendo as he felt Jock’s long thick tongue running along the roof of his mouth. Tears welled up at the corner of his eyes as he held them tightly shut, afraid to open them for fear that he’d find this all a dream. Yet the thundering noise in his head told him how real it was.

Lights seemed to be exploding around him as his own tongue licked at the young probing flesh inside of his mouth. He could taste him and with each swallow he felt a surge of excitement that only drove his pulse to race faster. Every part of him shook as he felt Jock’s raw passion envelop him. He felt the desire and need clinging to the very beads of sweat that dotted his entire body and his robe was nothing but a massive weight of water soaked cloth. His body ached in ways he had never realized it could. The pain was so intense it felt like he would black out and yet it was also so sweet and inviting that he craved more.

Paul’s hips shot outwards, his hard erect penis digging hard into the rigid body in front and in return he felt the press of Jock’s own penis wedged firmly into the soft inner thigh of one leg. His body shook as his mind was overcome by the emotions from his soul. His hands grew numb and fell to rest around the firm cheeks of Jock’s buttocks. His eyes were glued tightly together as his lungs gasped for air. Jock’s mouth grew harder and he felt the puffing breath of Jock’s own breath filling his throat as a short strangled cry of pleasure assailed his deafened ear drums.

Just as the sound began to diminish he felt the cooling breeze of air across his face. Their lips had parted and suddenly his mouth was empty and his heart cried out for more just as the stinging heat came gushing past the hot flesh of his inner thighs. He felt the hard press of Jock’s body into his and the hard edge of the counter dug deeply into the small of Paul’s back.

It was over in a second but before he could catch his breath he felt the taller body suddenly sliding down his own heaving chest. He felt the hard rapid press of lips against his turning stomach, felt the warmth of the kisses on his belly and then in a flash his body was once more brought to the edge of excruciating pain & pleasure as Jocks’ mouth wrapped itself around the thick bulging head of Paul’s penis.

The sudden warmth and moisture made him cry out as his hands reached down to dig into the flesh on Jock’s shoulder. His fingers dug inwards as the pleasure surged into his body from his groin. His hips jerked forward as the blood drained from his body, rushing at break neck speed towards his groin. His lungs ached as he gasped for air and the heat became too much for him. Stars and bolts of blue mingled with purple and red passed in front of his closed eyes as he cried out, feeling the explosion coming from deep within his soul.

His body lurched forward and he felt the hard press of Jock’s mouth up against his pubic hairs. His body lost all strength as he surrendered to the overpowering passion that held him fixed against the counter. His toes curled and the nails dug deep into the hot flesh of the shoulders, digging so deep that he could feel the bone beneath. His voice cried out as he heaved forward and he felt the explosion shake him from the top of his head to the very souls of his feet.

The doubts and fears were gone for the moment as his body felt near collapse. He managed to pry open his eyes slightly as he heard a cough and felt his body slowly sinking to the floor. He opened them to see Jock next to him, his eyes glazed in a way he had never seen in another human before. There was a glint that made his heart skip a beat as he struggled to speak, instead all he could do was stare at the young man, a small dried whiteness on his chin showing him that barely a drop of his love had escaped the man’s lips.

He had no idea where they would go from this point, but Paul knew that as much as he feared the future, he couldn’t stop fate from taking him along a path he had long been avoiding. For his entire life he had avoided this but he knew deep down that his heart was no longer his own. That in this brief moment, this brief encounter he had surrendered to the passion that seemed to be all around them.

Sitting on the floor with him made him feel like he was only 15 or 16. The way his blood still boiled deep inside only made his doubts and fears evaporate in the steam filled bathroom. The tiles of the floor didn’t feel cold or hard, but where like a pillow of eider down as he reached out with his hand, to take Jock’s own hand. He held it on his lap and stared into the deep rich chocolate eyes that peered out at him.

There were so many obstacles ahead that it seemed insurmountable and yet looking at him, feeling the pulse of his heart Paul knew that they could manage. He knew it wouldn’t be easy yet it didn’t seem to matter as he felt the passion that flowed all around them.

Slowly he raised his hand to gently caress the younger face. His fingers moved lightly over the shivering cheeks as he let the man’s eyes hold his own. It was what his heart had been searching for and at last Paul had found the courage to seize the opportunity that had crossed his path. For now he didn’t care how long it would last, as long as it lasted for the moment.

You know, if you wanted me to join you in the shower, you could have just asked.

Jock smiled as he looked into Paul’s eyes. He reached out with his hand and took Paul’s, bringing it to his lips where he kissed it gently.

This seemed better.

The smile melted his heart as Jock stood up and still holding Paul’s hand, he helped him up to his feet. He kissed him softly this time on the lips then reached out to the small dish on the counter. He turned to look at Paul, the eyes searching and then with that gleam growing his hand picked up one of the small packages. His head turned briefly away, staring down at the package and then back up to gaze into Paul’s eyes.

With his hand firmly clutching at Paul’s, Jock moved away and led them both back to the open shower door. The sound of the spray echoed distantly as his heart thundered inside. He felt the warmth of the escaping steam and he could see it swirling around their bodies as he let his robe slip from his shoulders and body. He stood their naked next to Jock’s own nude body. In that instant he felt the passion rising up inside of him as Jock stepped over the railing into the wide shower enclosure, his hand still holding Paul’s. Jock turned to smile at Paul, as his body was slowly surrounded by the thin wisps of steam and in that instant Paul realized he had just won the biggest lottery of them all, he had finally won at the lottery of love.

Scott’s Secret - 12

Chapter 12

Scott opened the envelope and read the long note inside. Tears welled up in his eyes as he read the words he knew that he would find, even before he opened it. His heart was glad that Mike was here, but it too felt the loss of not having Randy there.

The words were not any great prose. They were the simple words of a young man who had made a choice, despite the hopes of his heart, and the dreams of his mind. They told him of his love for Scott, of his appreciation for having known him, but they also spoke of how he knew that Scott needed to be with Mike, not with him, and how his presence would never allow them to become true partner’s in life. It was simple and true, but it still hurt.

Scott had tears rolling down his cheeks as he finished. He looked up to find Mike standing beside him, his strong arms draped over his shoulder, holding him tight. The crowd of deplaning passengers passing around them, staring in some cases, in most just passing by ignoring the two tear stained men.

Scott managed a thin smile and then finally he got himself together. Well, he really hadn’t expected Randy to stay long, but he would of liked to have seen him one last time. He raised his head to stare into Mike’s eyes, where he saw an never ending pool of love and compassion and he knew that this was what he wanted.

The drive to his home and the subsequent wonder by Mike at the rather spacious home managed to bring back Scott’s mood of happiness. He enjoyed showing him around the place, showing off his collection of tiny knick knacks that he collected, his civil war chess set, and even his collection of boy magazines. Mike got a real chuckle out of the collection of ‘In Touch’ and ‘Inches’ magazines, and a quick grope followed their discovery in the book case.

For the first time since getting home, Scott felt complete and they discussed the new arrangements. Mike was careful to listen to the plans, and he smiled knowing that Scott was flying high on his new found freedom. Most of this he had heard over the phone during their numerous conversation, but to be here, to see it all in Scott’s face brought a warm feeling to him.

They sat on the couch, talking and just getting back to knowing each other. There wasn’t a second when one wasn’t touching the other, in some manner. Scott would brush up against Mike during the tour, and would feel a slight tremor in his body each time.

The two sat there, and finally Scott just couldn’t hold back any longer. He moved himself closer and taking Mike’s hand he rose up from the couch.

Mike could see the urgent desire in Scott’s face and he laughed. Scott wasnt too happy until Mike pulled him close to his large frame, crushing him into his body, and wrapping his arms around Scott’s smaller body. He could smell Scott, and the sudden rush of that scent brought about an equally sudden rise in certain parts of Mike’s body that Scott couldn’t help but notice. It was his turn to start laughing and the ice had finally been broken.

At last they were themselves, the fears and uncertainties no longer hovering over them. Mike kissed Scott several times, tasting his salty lips and making scott moan softly more than once. Scott returned the favor, kissing Mike in some not so common places. He loved it when he started to kiss Mike’s ear, and then flicked his tongue into the lobe, which brought a strangled cry from Mike, not to mention a squirming movement of his body.

Words became less as they both started to feel the emotion of their hearts take hold. No longer shy, no longer reticent, the two started exploring the other. It was a strange dance that their hands wove, moving this way and that, keeping out of the way of the other’s probing hands.

Finally, they broke apart, looking deep in each other’s eyes. Mike could feel it now, his own body was aching everywhere. His arms felt the strange tingling sensation, as if the blood was tickling his skin. His legs seemed on the verge of quivering, and his stomach muscles were tightly holding his gut in check.

Scott could feel the changes in his body. He marveled at how much love he could see, as if it was something physical. For a brief second or two he felt like he could reach out with his hand and actually touch the love that he could feel coming from Mike’s soul. It made him tremble with excitement, to think that here, right across from him, was a real man who wanted him.

This wasn’t a feeling he had ever experienced before. Yes, he thought he had that type of feeling before, even with Randy but sitting here, his shirt undone to his belly, mike’s shirt open all the way, he knew that at no other time did he feel so much want and desire as that coming from Mike.

Vocal words were no longer needed. Scott gingerly reached out with one hand, to lightly brush his fingers across Mike’s red full lips. He could feel the warmth and his eyes just seemed to melt as they continued to peer into Mike’s shimmering eyes. His heart quickened its beat slightly as he moved his fingers across the lips, then down one side of mike’s face, travelling down the firm jaw line, then under the chin. He could feel the early signs of mike beard, and it felt wonderful to him.

His hand moved slowly down the underside of the chin and down the long neck, feeling each swallow that mike took. It made him shiver slightly, and brought his heart up another notch. He smiled as his brain registered the pure joy that he was feeling, his eyes still gazing into Mike’s.

Scott’s finger slowly moved down the center of Mike’s exposed chest, twirling the small wiry bristles of the dark hair. He could feel each strand as he moved down, and then his finger moved to the side, while Mike’s hands lightly held onto his waist. His finger moved across the chest now, feeling the skin move with each slow breath, and now it gently came across the large pink nipple.

As soon as his finger tip touched the soft tissue, he could feel a change. It was like someone had suddenly charged the air with volts of electricity. He felt Mike’s hands grip his waist tightly, as if in a spasm. The soft pink nipple suddenly became hard and erect, and his groin ache started to register more prominently in his brain.

His body swayed and he could feel the solid grasp of Mike’s hands around his hips. He felt them pull inwards slightly, and he took a step closer. Their eyes were still locked onto each other but he could see Mike’s starting to glaze over ever so slightly.

Mike’s breathing was still under control but he could feel his blood starting to pulse with the nearness of Scott. His eyes could just focus on the deep blue liquid pools of Scott’s eyes and it just seem to have a hypnotic effect on his soul. He groaned very softly, and as the last gasp of the groan left his mouth, his body trembled under the touch of Scott’s finger.

Scott bent down slowly, his hair brushing past Mike’s mouth, and Mike kissed the top of it lightly, sending a jolt throughout Scott’s wiry body. Mike felt a wet warmth around his chest, and he could feel Scott kissing his perfectly erect nipple. Then he could feel the raspy pressure of Scott’s tongue as it flicked out and licked him, all around his hard nipple.

The feeling of Mike’s body trembling under his lips, made Scott feel excited. His whole body seemed to tense up as he lightly licked at the nipple, then he carefully ran his teeth against the hard flesh, pushing against the nipple, moving it, then carefully surrounding it with his teeth, ever so gently tickling it with his teeth. He bit down, lightly but just enough to grip the firm flesh, and he felt Mike’s hands move from his hips to wrap themselves around his back and pull him tightly up against his body.

Mike could feel his penis stretching his levi’s outwards. He was sure he could feel Scott’s thigh muscle tighten as his penis pressed up against it. Damn he wished he was naked, but he couldn’t move. His whole body twitched as Scott flicked his tongue out once more to tickle his nipple, but now his hand was also squeezing the other nipple, making it twist in his grasp.

His whole body was shaking by the soft gentle presence of Scott’s mouth on one nipple and his hand on the other when Scott suddenly moved his mouth over to the other side, biting down quickly on the nipple there. He let out a loud moan, as his heart skipped a beat, then another, by the sudden switch. He felt the air moving across the now unattended nipple, cooling it and yet raising its temperature. He felt his knees wobble slightly as Scott’s hand found the moist nipple and squeezed it just as his other nipple was flicked by the raspy tongue of Scott.

Mike moved his hands off of Scotts back and had them clenching Scott’s shoulders. He pressed his fingers into the flesh, feeling the flesh give to his pressure as his body groaned with the light assualt on his chest. His breathing was becoming difficult as Scott again changed direction, now licking the other nipple, then back to nibbling on the other, then back. His whole body swayed back and forth to the motion.

Scott could feel mike’s chest heaving and just as he had started, he stopped. Slowly he raised his head to stare lovingly into Mike’s dark eyes. They looked at each other, for what seemed an eternity then mike slowly moved his face forward and they kissed deep and long.

Each one tasting the other, each one pressing their tongues deep down into the other’s mouth. Together the two tongues touched at the lips, as if kissing each other, then one would give briefly for the other to soar deep down inside, then as it pulled back the other would race forward to fill the other’s mouth. Back and forth the two tongues danced together, tasting every inch of the mouth, feeling the intake of breath with each heave of the chest.

The dance was short lived and ever so slowly the two faces pulled slightly apart. The eyes opened to once more stare into the other pair of eyes. They just stood there, wrapped together in blissful harmony. Mike’s hands now down to Scott’s ribs, while Scott’s rested on top of Mike’s shoulders.

He could feel Mike’s body heaving, and he knew his own was doing a similiar reaction. There was so much love in those eyes, his heart couldn’t seem to get enough. The house could be falling down around him for all he cared, all he wanted to do was to be in Mike’s arms and be able to stare into those deep liquid pools of love.

His heart was still pounding hard inside his chest, but Scott could feel it slowing down back to a regular beat as he continued to stare into Mike’s soul. He felt a soft warm blanket wrapping itself around his whole body and he knew that this was the man for him, the man he wanted by his side forever.

Mike couldn’t explain it, not even if his life depended on it. His whole body ached from desire. He couldn’t imagine not being with Scott, and yet just a few short months ago he had been thinking that there was nothing for him in life but work. He had doubted that he would ever find someone to share his life with, and yet here he was, in the arms of a man who made his heart palpitate with joy and excitement, just at the mere mention of his name.

It had been a long road for Scott in such a short time, and yet here he was, embarking on a journey he hoped would last a lifetime. A large warm smile crossed his face and it seemed to simply melt through Mike’s glazed eyes, bouroughing itself deep into Mike’s soul. Mike’s body trembled under the pressure and a small tear formed at the corner of his eye.  His hand reached out, to gently run along the flat washboard stomach, gently touching the soft pale skin, feeling the muscles roll under his touch.

Mike’s whole body was a mass of trembling muscles. Every thought in his mind was now centered on the young firm body before his eyes. He could think of nothing else, just of Scott and how wonderful it felt to touch that perfect milky white skin, a slight bronze tinge from the sun making it look so damn inviting.

He didn’t know how long he could stay on his feet, the mere touch of Scott’s flesh against his hands was causing his legs to wobble even more. His arms felt like lead weights, he was slowly losing control of his limbs and yet he couldn’t move. His eyes were locked into Scott’s and he couldn’t believe the wonderful feeling of peace that was coursing through his entire body. His lips licked themselves as he saw the glimmering blue of Scott’s eyes. His hand was resting on Scott’s waistband, right near the pant button and automatically it just seemed to move to the button and pop it open.

Scott could feel the pressure of mike’s hand against his belly and his knees started to shake a little. He could tell what was coming next and the anticipation was making him a nervous wreck. It was what he wanted, and needed, yet he wanted to do more. As his pant button was released he moved his one hand down to grip Mike’s.

He brought the hand up his chest, making it move against his flesh, making it feel his skin as he pulled it upwards to his head. His eyes not leaving Mike’s for one second. The feeling of Mike’s strong hand, moving up past his belly, past his stomach and between his pecs made him swallow hard. His chest ached from the rapid breathing, and he was starting to feel beads of perspiration on his forehead as the hand came upwards.

Scott lowered his eyes briefly, as he took Mike’s hand and brought it up to his mouth. Gently he kissed the back of the hand, and his eyes now riveted their attention back to mike’s face. He could see a small tear trickling down one corner, rolling down the cheek now and he felt his heart sigh deeply in his body.

He took the hand and gently he held it, then slowly he led Mike from the living room and up the stairs towards the bedroom. His love needed to be fullfilled, and it wasn’t going to be on the living room floor, least not this first time, not for this start to his new found life.

Part 4 (Conclussion)

Part 4 (The Conclusion)

The staring match continued for a few more seconds. Finally Shane knew he had his answer.

“Taylor, I think, no I know I owe you an apology. I am sorry and I hope you won’t hold it against me, so can we be friends?” Shane held out his hand for Taylor to shake.

Taylor felt relieved as Shane spoke. He saw the twinkle in those eyes now, and he reached out to shake Shane’s hand. “Yeah sure, look sorry if you mistook my looks, okay, but really I am very happy with what I have, so no hard feelings?”

“No, no hard feelings Taylor, but I think you and I should go rustle up some coffee and maybe have a little chat, if you don’t mind. I think I can say you might enjoy what I have to say.”

“Shane, I don’t mind some coffee, but come on, don’t we have this all settled? I really am not interested in you.”

 

“Taylor, that isn’t what I have to discuss with you. Come on, let’s get the coffee and hear me out; and if you don’t like what I have to say, well, then that will be the end of it, okay?”

 

“Well, alright, but nothing you can say is going to change my mind. Really, I am happy and I don’t whore around.”

 

“That I am sure of, okay, so come on let’s grab some coffee.”

He walked towards the kitchen area and waited for Taylor to follow.

Cody curled up as he felt the heat from the fire fill the room once again. A small smile displayed around his mouth as he drifted back off to sleep. He was feeling pretty happy and thoughts of him and Taylor flooded his brain as sleep came once more to him.

Taylor and Shane sat by the kitchen drinking coffee and watching the snow falling outside. Shane did most of the talking.  At first Taylor was stunned, then as his brain absorbed the words and their meanings, he realized that it would work. He looked at Shane very differently now as the dawn made its weak appearance in the sky.

The snow kept falling but it was lessening and they could tell that they might be able to leave the cabin later on in the day, providing the plows got out. Shane decided he would go and check at the cafe later on.  Taylor watched him return to the bedroom and he grabbed a sleeping bag and crawled next to Cody, placing the down bag over the two of them.

“You are a sweetie,” Cody murmured, as Taylor crawled under the bag.

Taylor was surprised that Cody spoke and he looked at him, laying there with the fire dancing off his face and saw the grin on his face. He knew that Cody had been awake during his talk and he realized that Cody had trusted in him doing the right thing. He reached across and hugged him hard.

“I love you,” he whispered and lay his head down on the shoulder of Cody and drifted off to sleep.

Brad sat in the back of the truck as they slowly moved up the mountain road. The plow ahead of them was going slow and he was bored. His ass still hurt from last night and he would toss the occasional glare at Shane.

He was not in a good mood and Cody and Taylor seemed to be doing nothing but talking with happy voices. It pissed him off and he vowed that he would put the screws to them once they got up to the resort, if they ever made it before the end of the year.

Shane kept going over his plan, and every now and then he would check out the smiling faces of Taylor and Cody in his mirror. It made him smile too.

After several hours of slow driving, they arrived at the mountain resort. The snow plow pulled up right in front of the main lodge and stopped. It looked like he was staying the night.  Shane managed to pull the truck over and sort of park it where he figured it would be out of the way. The place had a pristine look to it, and the lot didn’t look too full, with scattered cars all over, barely visible in the snow covered lot.

As the bell hop gathered their gear, Shane led them up to the front desk to check in. He found out that they expected the rest of the school students and officials up by the end of tomorrow, providing it didn’t snow in the meantime. Shane collected the keys and directions for the cabin.

In the lobby, they decided to grab something to eat while their gear was taken to their rooms. Shane could see the way Taylor looked at Cody as he had handed his room key to Cody.  On instinct, he told Taylor where their cabin was located making sure that Cody got the directions clearly. He winked at him as he strolled into the dining room behind Taylor.

The wind was starting to pick up and there were still small flakes of snow falling on the ground. Taylor managed to find the cabin and when he walked in he saw a spacious living room, a fire already roaring in the fireplace. He checked out to see a steaming hot tub out on the balcony, bubbling away as he explored the rest of the cabin. This was certainly a luxurious place, now if he could only figure out a way to get Cody here and make sure that Brad didn’t interfere, this would be ideal. He tossed his jacket down and went up to the bedroom to check it out. As he entered the room, he saw his stuff was all neatly placed at the foot of the bed. He started to check out the rest of the room when he stopped and went back to the foot of the bed. He counted the pieces and noticed that there were way too many bags to be just his. He looked closer and saw that Cody’s gear had also been left here. His heart leaped and he jumped as he heard a solid banging on the front door.

Taylor rushed down the stairs and flung open the door and standing there stamping his feet was Cody. He grinned as he walked in.

“How, I mean where is Brad?”

“Brad? If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a yen for him.”

Cody had a wicked smile on his face and, as he closed the door behind him, he reached around and grabbed Taylor and gave him a huge hug that lifted him off the floor. He swung him around in his arms a few times and laughed as he put him down.

“Man this is a hell of a place, like the layout?  Who you planning to entertain? Hmm?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Well, I have Brad Pitt coming over later, but I could delay him if you had someone else in mind?” Taylor quipped. He liked the way Cody was looking. He had on a pair of tight blue jeans, and there was no doubt that Cody had more than checking the room out on his mind, if that bulge was any indication.

“So, what you cooking outside? Having a barbecue or something?”

“No silly, it’s the hot tub? Hey, wanna go for a dip or you afraid of the cold?”

“Well, I could be persuaded; I suppose with the right inducement, any ideas on that?” he said as he looked out at the hot tub steaming.

Cody heard the front door lock click and the chain pulled across. He smiled to himself as he turned around, his hands already undoing his shirt buttons to see that Taylor had his own shirt undone and was starting to throw it off as he walked back to him. He smiled as he took his shirt off, his chest bare to the warm cabin air. He waited for Taylor, his eyes taking in the tall blonde’s chest, the way his arms moved and the way his pecs were defined. He still had a bit of a tan left from the summer, or maybe he used one of those lamps, but his skin was a nice brown, not a pasty white, and he could see the faint blond hairs running around his belly button. He also saw the look in the blue eyes as he walked up to Cody.

“Just what will it take there stranger to persuade you? Anything I might have that would convince you to join me in that hot tub over there?”  Taylor said in a soft voice as he stood about two feet away from Cody, his hands gently rubbing his flat bronzed stomach, his other hand, going up and down the inside of his right leg.   “Well, Mr., any ideas ?” he teased as his right hand moved across the obvious bulge in his own faded blue jeans.

Cody smiled as he watched Taylor try to excite him. It was working too as he could feel his own cock rise and push out at his jeans. There was something about Taylor, the blond hair, the blue eyes, or the unbelievable smile, but whatever it was, it made his heart flip and beat hard.

He could see that Taylor was waiting for his answer, and instead of further banter, he leapt forward, grabbing Taylor into his arms, and hugged him hard and then kissed him full on the lips, tasting him, and sending his whole body into a spasm. His breathing became shallow as he held onto the thin body, and he felt the way Taylor kissed him back that tonight would be another special night for them. He reached down and, with his hands firmly grasping Taylor’s firm butt, he pulled the blond into his own body, crushing their two crotches together. He could feel the hard bulge of Taylor pushing up against his leg and he could feel his own erect penis pushing into the unmoving flesh of Taylor’s leg. They kissed some more, enjoying holding each other. Sparks seemed to pass between them as they circled the room, in each other’s arms.

They finally stopped their spiral dance at the patio doors. In unison they both glanced out at the steaming hot tub, and they could see two large towels by the door handle. With out any hesitation or communication, they split apart, and in less than a minute the two were naked and dashing outside to jump into the steaming water.

The cold air blasted at them sending their body hair into wild dances as they dashed for the hot tub. Taylor was starting to shiver as he plunged into the hot water feeling the heat penetrate his cold body. Right behind him was Cody, who sank down as soon as his feet entered the water. He sat down with the hot water up to his neck. He reached out to bring Taylor close to him, and he kissed Taylor, wrapping his hand in the flowing blond hair.

Cody pulled Taylor towards him, a firm grip on his hair as he kissed him hard and deep. His tongue pushed apart Taylor’s firm lips as it entered the warmth of his mouth. His other hand roamed down the front of Taylor’s wet chest, and was tenderly rubbing the flat stomach, under the hot water. He could feel a jet of water pulsating near his back as he sat down in the tub holding Taylor in his grip. He could feel Taylor’s answering touch, the way he moved his hands around his head, ruffling his dark locks, one hand holding him firmly along his back, pulling him into his own body. The water swirled around them, tiny bubbles of white dancing around their locked bodies, as they kissed.

Taylor slowly let his body slip down into a sitting position inside the swirling water. He rested his butt on the firm stretched out legs of Cody, and his fully hard and erect penis was floating under the water, moving to the motion of the water, and every now and then it touched Cody’s own hard cock, moving to the water’s motion. Each touch made him wince, made his heart skip a beat, and made his breathing laboured. Taylor moved in closer, hoping to feel more of Cody’s moving penis.

Large gentle snow flakes started to fall and the steam rose from the hot water to quickly melt the new falling flakes. They seemed to be floating, and their eyes saw only a pale flash of white with each falling flake. Cody kissed Taylor under his neck, his hand now gently feeling around the pubic hairs of Taylor. The swirling water made his fully erect penis sway under the surface, and he touched the hot penis of Taylor every few seconds, making him tremble with excitement. His own breathing was becoming more rapid with each passing second and each kiss. He could feel the hot steamy water touch his mouth as he kissed Taylor’s shoulder.

Taylor’s hands moved down and up Cody’s back. He could feel the muscles there, tightening with each pass of his hands. His own body was aching now, not from strain but from pure desire. His heart started to skip every other beat, his head was getting dizzy.

Taylor could feel his whole body aching with desire as Cody played with his stiff cock under the hot water. He wanted to be taken, and his own hands, running along the back of Cody were tormenting his own desires. He needed Cody and he moaned softly as Cody kissed the nape of his neck.

Cody was feeling hot, and not from the steaming water, but from Taylor’s movements. Each touch of that hot cock by his own sent jolts through his spine. As his hand touched the hot thick cock shaft of Taylor his whole body shook. A deep tremor rushed throughout his whole body and he leaned back.

Taylor reached down with his hands to firmly grip Cody’s warm ass cheeks. The touch of the flesh against his own hands made him groan and he knew he needed Cody to take him. He moved up, forcing Cody’s hands out from between his crotch.

He released his own grip on Cody, and pushed his hands to his front. Wrapping his hand around the thick throbbing cock of Cody, he lifted himself up, moving his upper body unto Cody’s, forcing him back against the tub side.

With the cock held firmly in his hand, he pushed it down slightly, so it slid under his raised hips and ass. Cody, seeing and feeling the ass of Taylor brush past his cock, slid his body down so his cock was now right under Taylor’s upraised ass.

He placed his own hands down the side and reached around Taylor’s leg to grip his own thick hard cock. Cody brought his knees up and he could feel his cock slide upwards, his hips slightly raised and he felt Taylor sit down, his ass resting on the hard cock head.

The water swirled around the two naked bodies, and time seemed to stand still. Cody looked up into Taylor’s blue eyes, saw the desire and yearning in them, and with a sudden push upwards and yank down, on Taylor’s hips, he drove his hard erect penis straight up into the waiting asshole.

Taylor yelled as the huge cock penetrated his asshole, pushing aside his muscles’ resistance, and drove hard inside him. He could feel his ass reel from the sudden penetration; his breath blew out of him, as if he had been suddenly struck in the stomach. He leaned forward, his long blond hair falling down around his face, the ends falling against Cody’s face.

He added his own weight to the pull, forcing his aching ass down onto the throbbing cock. He felt the muscles inside his hole give as the hot dick pushed inwards spreading his insides wide open.

Cody felt the resistance inside Taylor weaken as his cock drove hard and deep inside the warm wet velvet tunnel of Taylor’s hole. He could feel his head spinning with the strain, as his heart was pounding. The roar in his head was from the rapid fire beats of his heart.

Taylor still couldn’t catch his breath. He was moving his hips around trying to twist the huge cock inside him. He groaned loudly into Cody’s ear as his head was almost on his shoulder. His hair was covering them both, and he had his head arched as the cock pushed in harder.

Cody had his eyes closed as he thrust up then down with his hips. He could feel the warmth enveloping his cock with each thrust, and he could feel the hard muscles holding his cock with each thrust. The steam was rising around them like a wreath of white, with a more brilliant white of odd shapes floating inside.

Taylor was grunting, groaning, and moaning. His whole body started to shake and his motion seemed to get faster with each passing second. He couldn’t believe the pressure he felt deep inside his ass, as he continued to try and swallow the whole cock in his ass, trying to force it up and through his rear up to his throat.

Brilliant flashes of green crossed his face, and he reached up with his head, trying to catch the floating yellow explosions as he thrust up and in. His cock was sending him wave after wave of pure electricity with each inch that traveled upwards. His breathing was laboured as he increased his motion.

His body was rocking on top of Cody’s. His whole body seemed to be on a mission, one of draining the huge organ inside him. He reached down with his two hands to grab hold of Cody’s face, and he rubbed the cheeks, then moved one hand down to rest it on the sunken chest, under the swirling water.

Cody felt Taylor’s hand roaming across his face, he flicked his tongue out, tasting one of Taylor’s hard fingers, and then he reached back with his own hands, one grabbing hold of the flinging hips, another reaching in front to find the pumping penis. He wrapped his own hand around Taylor’s enormous bulging dick, feeling the heat, squirting the hot water from around it, as he started to slide his hand up and then down the long thick throbbing shaft, up to the bopping head, feeling it get hotter and thicker.

Cody’s balls were moving up, slapping now against his own hard pounding cock as he started his own small tidal wave. Water was being pushed fast and away from the two pounding bodies. His breathing came rapid; his heart beat was now a jet engine at full pitch. A constant stream of moans escaped his mouth as his eyes flashed visions of golden streaks across. His hand gripped the throbbing dick with a death grip as it pulled and pushed in unison with his body’s thrusts.

Taylor urged his ass to move faster, He was trying to push and pull the huge throbbing cock in further, he wanted to drive it in deeper and each time his ass hit Cody’s upward moving crotch, he pushed down harder, desperate for the huge cock to get deeper. His whole body was trembling from the motion and from the pressure of the thick cock inside his tight asshole. His eyes could no longer focus, sweat poured down his forehead, dropping on to Cody’s face, as he thrust down harder, and harder.

His head was arched back, straining his neck muscles as he gripped the huge cock in one hand, the other now dug firmly into Taylor’s side, trying to pull it down even harder. His cock was digging deep into the warm wet hole, spreading the legs, spreading the muscles inside, digging deeper with each hard thrust. Wave after wave of pure energy kept rushing up from his dick to travel throughout his whole body. He could feel his legs quivering under the swirling water.

Taylor was moaning with each push inwards of the huge cock. He could feel it travel through his asshole; he could even feel the thick vein under it beat as Cody’s body sent more and more blood to fill the greedy cock. His own cock was trembling from the hard hold that Cody’s hand had on it. He could feel his balls reach up, and slap the hand with each pull, and then slap the hard firm stomach with each downward push of his hips. His head started to roll from side to side.

Cody was barely holding on, his body was getting faint as every drop of his red blood was being rushed to his enormous cock, now buried deep into Taylor’s firm ass. His legs were no longer registering any feelings as blood poured out towards the cock, as it demanded more and more. His balls ached and his throat was dry and hoarse from his moans, his tongue licking his lips every other second, as he could feel the tight inner muscles gripping his thick throbbing cock as it pushed deeper inside.

His whole body shuddered as his balls slammed down into the wet pubic hairs of Cody’s crotch. His cock jerked within the firm grasp of Cody’s hand. A loud cry of pure joy escaped his lips as his body continued to shudder. Wave after wave of hot cum came flooding out the throbbing penis. It shot through the hot steamy water, splattering against Cody’s chest. Taylor threw his head back as his body jerked with each explosion from his cock. His face became white as the blood drained from it.

As his cock jerked hard within Cody’s hand, he drove his hips down onto the firm body beneath him. His legs clenched inwards, digging into Cody’s thighs, squeezing his body and holding it firmly in their hold. His cock jerked hard, again and again, as he spurted his sweet cum. Load after load of the white creamy milk splattered against the dark chest hairs of Cody. Taylor’s body was trembling from the force of his explosion, every muscle was tight and wound. He started to sway on top of Cody, as his body lost its control.

Cody felt the sudden pressure on his crotch and around his huge cock. He could feel the velvet innards of Taylor’s hole close around his cock, increasing its grip on the thick pole. He felt the sudden splatter of hot cum against his chest. He groaned as his balls shot up, banging hard against his body and he could feel a small rumble start in his legs and arms. He could feel it grow as it ran down and up, heading for his crotch. He started to tremble as the shuddering convulsion ran faster towards his aching groin.

Cody moved both of his hands down to grip the firm flesh of Taylor’s hips. His one hand released the still jerking cock, sticky sweet cum around its fingers. His breathing was shallow and laboured as he gripped the warm flesh, digging his fingers into the skin.

He was thrashing now, the whole body shuddering as he shoved his hips upwards in one last tremendous effort. His throbbing long cock shot upwards one last time, reaching inwards, pushing aside the gripping velvet muscles, and dove upwards, as if reaching for Taylor’s throat.

With his whole body shaking, he couldn’t focus. Every drop of blood drained from every extremity to join the throbbing cock. His thick vein, under his cock shaft was pulsating wildly as more and more blood came rushing through it to the bulging cock head. His head thrust backwards, his chest arced forward, his legs dropped to the bottom of the hot tub as his hips pushed upwards. Cody yelled out loud now as his balls struck hard the ass cheeks. His body gave one final shudder and he could feel the warm cum flowing from his balls, through his throbbing cock shaft, and now pushing out into the eagerly waiting asshole. He felt his milk pour out and up into the dark velvet tunnel. He felt Taylor’s body shuddering as the hot cum went flying up inside his ass.

Taylor’s hands flew down; they gripped Cody’s legs hard, as he arched himself backwards. His head no longer slumped forward but now arched backwards trying to reach Cody’s feet. The hot steaming water swirled around his stomach as he leaned back and pushed down with his hips. He could feel the torrent of blood filling the huge cock and then he felt the sudden jerk of the cock head as the blood had done its job. It surrounded the now pouring cock as the sweet milk of Cody came flooding out into his waiting asshole. He groaned as he felt the hot liquid deep inside his hole, way up inside his body, and for a second, he was sure he could taste the sweet milk at the back of his throat, as his legs crushed Cody’s hips, his hands pulled at them, and his own ass muscles tightened even further.

Cody’s hand went flying outwards, sending even more water racing towards their two naked bodies. He yelled as his cock spurted its milk deep into Taylor’s body. He felt himself slowly sinking as his whole body trembled with the release of his load of hot cum. His head rolled lifeless as his muscles surrendered to the moment. His legs could no longer support the body it held, and laid floating in the water, spread wide open.

He could feel the hot milk reach its peak distance, and now came rolling back down the velvety tunnel of Taylor’s asshole.  He could feel the sticky cream splash back against his cock head, covering it, and then covering the huge quaking cock shaft, as it came flooding backwards, down the tunnel, down to his balls.

With one last shudder, his cock, in an effort to stem the tide, gave one last jerk and one last load of cum came trickling out of the exhausted penis, barely making its way out and it joined the rolling wave of cum sliding down the softening cock.

Cody was panting as his last shot of cum was slowly dripping down his softening cock. He could feel the muscles inside Taylor’s ass soften as well, as they started to release their death grip on his exhausted penis. He felt Taylor’s body settle on his, and Taylor now leaned forward, his chest resting on Cody’s, his head now resting on top of his own. He could feel the warm breath of Taylor on his eyes, and he could tell that he was gradually regaining his rhythm.

Slowly, his cock was going limp and he felt Taylor’s body start to slide down. His cock slipped out as the hot water still swirled around them, soaking them, easing the pain and helping his muscles relax. He felt an enormous amount of love and he tilted his head back to feel the long wet hair of Taylor slide down, and he reached up, kissing Taylor’s chin.  A last shudder went through Taylor at the touch of Cody’s lips.

Taylor slid down and then off of Cody’s spent body. His own body was utterly exhausted. He had one arm around the strong, broad shoulders of Cody as they lay there. Large snow flakes were falling from the sky, being swirled up and around by the escaping steam from the water. A white froth of bubbles still bobbed and burbled as they lay there, each one slowly catching his own breath.  The heavy breathing was becoming less and they could hear the wind blowing through the trees, and slowly were able to see the outline of the forest and the mountain peaks between the falling snow flakes.

Taylor snuggled into Cody’s body, his head nestled in the crook of his shoulder as snow fell all around them. He held on to Cody, feeling at peace. Every few seconds he raised his face and gave Cody a kiss on the cheek, then quickly slid back into the hot water. Cody was relaxed, enjoying a peaceful calm. It was something he had never felt before, never so intense, so satisfying. With each kiss that Taylor gave him, he would smile and just sort of sigh. It was as close to his idea of utopia as was possible for him.

Cody never really had much, certainly nothing that would allow him the luxury of staying in some fancy resort cabin that was more like a palace, at least as far as he was concerned. The thing was, here he was doing just that, and with someone who made him feel so peaceful, so warm, so loved. He reached down and messed Taylor’s matted hair and smiled at the soft face as it looked up at him. He saw the love and compassion sparkling in the blue eyes and he reached down and kissed him deeply on the lips.

“I am definitely hooked on you Taylor,” he softly whispered.

“I know, and I, well, I can’t put into words how wonderful you make me feel. So it’s mutual,” Taylor replied softly and almost as if he were drifting off to sleep.

“Guess we should get inside before we are snowed in.”

“Yeah, I guess, it is just, well Cody, I don’t want to leave. It feels so nice to lay here with the steam whirling around, the water and the way it feels, just sitting here with you; it is so natural, so what I always thought it would be like.”

“I know what you mean. It just feels so right, but if we stay out here much longer we are gonna get a cold, and then that wouldn’t be much fun; besides, I am a rotten patient!”

After much discussion, a few extra long kisses and hugs, they decided to make a run for the cabin. Together they jumped out of the hot tub, feeling the brisk cold winter air across their naked bodies, and they ran full tilt for the cabin.

Laughing and shivering at the same time, they quickly made it inside where they both grabbed a towel to wrap around themselves. Taylor reached over and spun Cody into his arms, hugging him hard as the towels and heat of the cabin started to take the chill off.  Suddenly Taylor stopped and his arms fell to his side.

“How did you get in here?” he said in a startled voice.

Cody spun around as he saw the surprise look in Taylor’s face and heard his exclamation. As he turned, he saw standing by the fire a tall figure, dressed, with a wide grin on his face. He could tell that he was enjoying his unobstructed view of the two boys, their flesh glistening pink from their recent bath in the hot tub. Cody saw that the tall figure was definitely enjoying the view of their naked bodies and he grabbed the fallen towels, wrapping one around his middle and passing the other to Taylor.

“I didn’t hear your answer to Taylor’s question man! You want to tell us how you got into a locked cabin?” Cody added a touch of anger to his voice, one he used many times in the huddle. He saw it didn’t really register with their guest. What the hell was he up to? He certainly seemed to be more than what he presented himself to be.

The tall figure couldn’t help it, the scene in front of him made him chuckle and he smiled exposing a set of perfectly white teeth. He looked at the two boys, enjoying watching them try to cover themselves up and he shook his head as he continued to chuckle.

“Come on you two, you should know by now I am on your side.”

“Yeah, but how the fuck did you get in here?”

“Well, the point is I did get in, and at least you could be grateful that it was only me and not someone else, at least not for the time being. Door chains are useless, if you know how to unlock them, but in this case I used a key, and the back door.”

Shane was smiling as he answered and he almost burst out laughing as Taylor slapped his head as he realized that he forgotten the back door. Well, he just wasn’t used to cabins with back doors, but he should have known.

“So, you guys better hurry and get ready, the rest of the buses arrive shortly.”

“Well, we can skip the greetings. Taylor and I have other things planned.”

“What? Taylor, haven’t you explained it to him yet?” Shane asked incredulously.

“No, well I forgot and well, I’ll explain it to him while we get dressed.”

“Explain what? What the fuck is going on?”

“Trust me Cody; come on let’s go up and dress.”

Taylor smiled as he said that, his one hand holding the towel around his slender waist, the other now resting on Cody’s shoulder. A slight squeeze ended any further protests and the two managed to climb the stairs with some dignity, even though Cody kept trying to pull Taylor’s towel off.  Shane watched the antics of the two 18 year olds and wished he could have been that free with his feelings when he was their age.

“Taylor, what is this all about?”

 

“Well, that night at the cabin, Shane figured out a way that we can maybe get Brad out of our hair. You won’t have to, well you know.”

 

“Not really, but who is Shane? Why is he willing to help me and just what is his plan?”

 

“He works for my Dad, and well, he was able to kind of figure out that what happens to you, affects me; so that is why he is going to help, plus he really doesn’t like Brad and he thinks you are nice.”

 

“Isn’t that nice, but I still don’t get it Taylor. What kind of plan can he have that would get Brad to lay off?”

 

“Well, uh, it isn’t a plan to get Brad to lay off; it is more of a plan to get rid of him.”

 

“That sounds ominous, get rid of him?”

 

“Look, if you would quit grabbing my dick every two seconds and listened to me, you’d find out the whole plan!”

 

“Thought you liked me playing with your little boy down there!”

 

“Little boy? You keep touching it like that and it won’t be little for long!”

 

“So, is that a problem?”

 

“God you are a sex nut, is that all you ever think about?”

 

“Only when you are around, now why don’t we?”

 

“NO, now come on Cody, we have to do this, honest.”

 

“Okay, you win.”

 

“Later, and I promise my ‘little man’ will show you how much he can grow!”

 

Finally, after much prodding and giggling, the two managed to get dressed and returned downstairs. Shane smiled as they arrived and he took Cody by the arm and sat him down and started talking. He was a forceful figure when he wanted to be.

They sat there talking and arguing for a good amount of time, until Cody finally gave in and agreed.

It was time and they headed off to the main resort. The sky was a deep blue tonight, and not a cloud in it, as the stars twinkled.

Shane moved around the lobby like an expert. The busses from the college were still pulling in when Shane spotted Brad. He went over to engage him in conversation and begin the first phase of his plan. His heart was racing but he was dead calm. Just like before he started an ops when he was in the service. It didn’t matter the size or importance, to him they were all vital; but this one would solidify his position with Henry, and thus Mitch. He had to prove himself; he owed Mitch big time.

Brad was surprised by the sudden attention he was getting from Shane. He was also scared, he still ached in his butt from the cabin episode, but he had to admit, it was the best sex he had ever had. The way that Shane had been able to penetrate him and not rip his guts out at the same time was wild. The slow pounding had been unreal, and part of him wanted more, while another part of him wished he could stay away.

“So, you got any plans for tonight there, Brad?”

“No, nothing yet, why?”

“Well I think we should get together and see if we can’t maybe have some more fun.”

“No way man, that thing of yours is a killer!”

“Killer? Now how did you know that was my nickname for it?”

Shane had a grin on his face and he slapped Brad on his back. He kept himself facing the front and was watching Cody and Taylor.  Taylor was outside waiting as the buses unloaded. Cody had his eye on both Taylor, waiting for his signal, and watching Shane so he could pass it on.  Shane managed to keep Taylor in view as he traded quips with Brad.

“Look man, whatever, but that thing hurts.”

“You liked it enough last time, but tell you what, this time we’ll take our time; and besides now, Brad, you wouldn’t want a fuss out here would you?”

“Uh, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Brad suddenly straightened up, his head twisted around to survey the lobby as he tried to gauge what exactly Shane was up to. He had to admit, it was nice being pursued by someone as rugged and handsome as Shane, but he never felt in control and that scared him. He had to be in control; he had to be the one who made the decisions, and with Shane, he felt out of his depth.

Shane was pressing Brad. He knew that Brad enjoyed the ego trip and so he was laying it on thick. He could also tell that Brad was leaning towards acceptance, and he could smell victory near by.  He pressed him harder with each passing second, keeping an eye on the door and Cody. He had to time this right.

Brad was enjoying being on center stage. He felt like he was on top of the world, the way Shane was fawning all over him, making him feel like such a stud.  His own body was clearly sending him signals that it wanted another crack at being with Shane.

Shane stroked him with compliments and kind words. He had a soft singing type voice when he wanted, and he used it now, turning his entire charm on, overwhelming Brad. He had to get him moving now, and he made his move.

He gave Brad an envelope, and asked him to take it to the front desk, and leave it for him, making sure he told the desk clerk the room number. Shane then instructed Brad to make sure the desk clerk put it in his slot, and then was to go upstairs and wait for him by his room door. He would be at the bar, getting some refreshments, unless of coarse Brad objected.

Brad made no objections at all. He thought it strange that he was to deliver a message to someone when the someone sending the message was the same person, but his growing tightness in his crotch and the flashbacks of the time in the cabin made sure that he didn’t ask any questions. His only thought was to complete his delivery and get to that room as quickly as possible. His heart was all ready gaining speed and he could feel a tremor of excitement passing through his body as he left, waving to Shane on his way to the front desk.

Cody and Taylor had done their job. The signal had been passed to Shane and they watched together as they saw Brad leave Shane’s side and head for the desk.

They saw him get in line just in front of the Athletic Director and Ms. Mason, the dean’s right hand. Taylor’s palms were sweating and Cody’s breathing was ragged as they watched, waiting to see what would happen.

Cody poked Taylor in the ribs as he saw Brad talking to the Athletic Director at the front desk. He was nervous and there was sweat on his brow and his arms felt rather sticky from it.

They watched in silence as Brad left and headed up the stairs. Well, so far it had worked okay, and they saw Shane come up to the desk now, and get his message.

Taylor watched the scene unfolding, a silent prayer passing from his lips upwards. He knew the plan would lay him and Shane open, but it would protect Cody and that was the important thing. He wished he could just wrap his arms around him right now and kiss him, but, even in this day and age, the star QB just couldn’t afford the notoriety.

Shane walked up to the front desk asking for his messages. When the clerk handed him the envelope, he stood by the Director and others, and opened it. He swore loudly and looked up at the clock. He seemed to tremble and everyone around him noticed the motion and the way his face changed colour. He crumbled up the paper, stuffing it in his pocket and stormed away, taking the stairs to his room.

Cody shook his head amazed that it actually had worked so far. He couldn’t believe the way Shane had transformed himself from the strong protector to a weak kneed lackey in such a short time.  Taylor had to struggle to keep himself from laughing. He couldn’t believe it, but it seemed to have worked so far. He looked at Cody to see the relief on his face and a twinkle came to his eyes.

He leaned over and whispered and Cody smiled and grinned.

“Let’s go” and he turned to leave quickly, with Taylor following behind.

Shane came up the stairs and there was Brad, waiting, just as he thought he would be.

“Well, waiting long, Jock Boy?”

“Yeah, where’s the booze?”

“Room Service, can’t bring it up yourself; so come on, let’s go in.”

“Okay.”

Shane opened the door and walked inside. He tossed his jacket off and as Brad followed suit, he grabbed him and kissed him full on the lips, surprising him.

“So what do you want to do for the rest of the night?”

“Oh I don’t know Cody; maybe we could just watch some TV?”

“Yeah right, I don’t think so Bucky.”

“Who is Bucky?”

“You as soon as I start riding you!”

Taylor started laughing as he opened the cabin door. He turned around and kissed Cody on the mouth, and then pulled away.

“It’s going to work out you know.”

“I don’t know Taylor, but I hope so.”

Cody sat on the arm rest of the couch and the whole scheme went flashing across his mind. He really did hope it would work. If it didn’t, well….

Cody reached across to pull Taylor towards him. He could see the lust in those beautiful blue eyes and he couldn’t wait any longer.

The tension of the evening had made him frazzled and he just wanted to be with Taylor, to feel his arms around him and to feel his strength and his love.

Taylor could feel the desire in the room. His own body ached for the tall body of Cody, but first things first. He slipped out of Cody’s grasp and with a kiss went towards the back door.

“Put the chain on the front while I get the back,” he yelled.

Cody grinned at that, recalling how they had been surprised to find Shane inside after their dip in the hot tub.  He flipped on the stereo as he secured the door and patio doors.  No hot tub right now, just Taylor.

“Hurry up, Bucky!”

      “Bucky? Maybe you’ll be Bucky tonight,” Taylor said as he grabbed Cody and held him tight in his arms.

Brad was surprised by the sudden kiss. He didn’t figure Shane for the mushy stuff and yet, the taste of his full lips on his was arousing. He could feel his own penis growing harder inside his jeans as the power of Shane roared through his body.

Shane had his hands wrapped around Brads firm ass cheeks. He pulled the young lithe body into his, grinding his groin into Brads. He pushed his tongue deep between the moist lips, pushing aside the hot twisting tongue, and jamming it up against the back of his throat.

Shane felt a small twinge of regret as he realized that by this time tomorrow, Brad would be ruined. He really wasn’t all that bad, if he would just stop trying to take the easy route. This time though, his easy route meant hurting Taylor. He was leaning towards liking Cody, but his responsibility was to Taylor and he had no choice. At least his plan was better than the one Taylor had.

His thoughts wandered and he could feel his huge cock soften slightly. His tongue worked Brad’s mouth automatically, as his mind went over his reasons.

Brad was getting hot and his hands were now holding onto Shane’s back, enjoying the immense strength that oozed from Shane.

Shane broke away from Brad. He kept him at arms length, looking into his face. He saw the lines around the jaw, and he saw the dark eyes, not really devious looking or even evil, more like they were sad, lonely. It shook Shane a bit. He didn’t expect that.

Brad was confused. He saw the way Shane looked at him, and he was self conscious. He really wasn’t an asshole or anything, but everything he had gotten, he had to scheme for. That was the way of his father, and it was his way now. He waited, wondering just what was Shane’s game, because there definitely was a game on, otherwise why would he be after him?

“Come on Brad, let’s see some skin.”

Shane managed to regain his composure. He pushed aside his thoughts, and concentrated on the job at hand.

“Well, come on,” he barked, like a drill sergeant.

Brad jumped at the harsh voice, and before he knew it he had his shirt off and was pulling his jeans down, showing his underwear and the hard cock jutting out, when a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?”

“Room Service, Sir, your order.”

“Be right there.”

“Go in the bathroom Brad, wouldn’t want to have him get the wrong idea about us.”

Brad quickly went to the bathroom, leaving his jeans and shirt on the floor.  Shane made sure they were there on the floor and he put his own shirt next to the pile.

“Come on in,” he yelled, after making sure everything was arranged.

The busboy entered, and was directed to place the tray of alcohol on the table. He was forced to step over the pile of clothes, which Shane made a fuss about picking up.

He appeared to make himself nervous, rushing the busboy and signing the check, giving him a $5 tip for a $25 order. Another means of making sure he was remembered.

“You can come out now,” Shane yelled as he poured himself a stiff drink of rye and coke.  He sipped at his drink as Brad came out of the bathroom, still in his white briefs.

“Want one?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, why don’t you get over on the bed and I’ll bring you a drink, and then we can relax a little.”

“Sure.”

“So Brad, what’s your story?”

“My story? What do you mean?”

He sat upright in the bed, his drink in one hand. Brad stared at Shane from under his eyes as he sipped at the strong drink, feeling the alcohol warm his insides up.

“Well, you know, what do you want in life, that sort of thing.”

Shane sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting firmly on one of Brad’s long muscular legs, gently rubbing it, feeling it.

“Oh, well I plan to be in the NFL if things go right for me, after that well I’ll let the business manager’s decide that.”

“NFL?  My, my, that’s high standards!”

“I’m good enough! Once I get the chance you’ll see.”

Brad had a defiant look on his face as he spat out the words. It was like he was trying to convince himself, not Shane.

 ”Hmm, well I do like the strong athletic type, and you certainly do     have that look, very nice, why don’t you drink up and let me see if we can’t awaken a little passion to go with that drink.”

Brad drank up quickly, feeling the hot liquid run through him. He coughed at the strong taste but managed to keep it down. He smiled at Shane as he placed the glass down on the night table and stretched himself out.

“Well, whenever you want to start,” he said, his voice sounding eager and ne