Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2007 20:57:38 -0600
From: Cobalt Blue <elfcat@gmail.com>
Subject: Cattin' Around Chapter 2: From Fish To Steak In The Land Of The Elves

"The fact that I have no remedy for all the sorrows of the world is no
reason for my accepting yours. It simply supports the strong probability
that yours is a fake."--H.L. Mencken


Okay, here goes:  This story is all fictional (like you
couldn't tell by the genre) and takes place in my fictional
world for my Gathering of Gathering, and What Once Was Lost
stories found elsewhere on the web.  If you like it, I hope
you'll send me some feedback.  The first chapter is straight
sex, but after that it goes to gay and bisexual sex with
some pretty odd twists.  Hope you enjoy it.  Due to Yahoo
eating my other email account I've had to start using GMail.
If you want to contact me, email me at elfcat@gmail.com


Cobalt Blue
Cattin' Around
Chapter 2: From Fish To Steak In The Land Of The Elves


     Okay, Mom and Dad really weren't all that upset by what
happened.  The main thing Mom was concerned with was that I
could have seriously hurt Bobby when I kicked him.  Dad just
thought the whole thing was funny.  The reverend however,
wasn't happy.  By the end of the summer he and his family
had packed up and the local CoC had a new pastor.  We DID
however get a new pool out of it.  Dad figured that if JD
and I wanted to have a pool party, fewer kids whose families
were likely to get upset with our attitudes would show up
that far out in the country.
     Mom however, still had a surprise up her sleeve.  I
spent the rest of that summer in Alfheim getting my brains
fucked out by a local Alf girl named Ljufa who as Mom put
it, "understood this was about sex and not about love."  The
best part about it was that I didn't have to hide who and
what I was.  I could spend as much time as I wanted in my
natural form.  Being a magecat was and is a mark of
distinction among the Alfar. It means that the Lord's Sister
has blessed me.


     I got an important lesson in what it means to be a
magecat my first week there.  My mother had already returned
to Midgarth, and I was settling into the routine of the
steading.  On Moonday eve, my grandfather called me out to
the smithy.   Now most smithies on other steadings mainly
handle things like pots, pans, axes, and plows.  Grandfather
is a sword smith.  That whole side of my family is descended
from some of the best sword smiths in history.  I've been
told that my great great grandfather actually forged the
sword that the Lord gave to his bride.


     Papa is a tall man, with his red hair just now showing
streaks of silver at the temples.  He has arms that are as
big as my leg, and he always seems to have a smile in his
eye, if not on his lips.  "You know, your mother used to
spend hours out here watching me work the metal.  It wasn't
the kind of thing to normally interest a girl, but your
mother was never really that normal."


     I nodded to him and said, "Yeah, she's been teaching me
a little about working metal.  I'm nowhere near as good as
she is."


     He laughed and said, "It takes years of working and
listening before you are able to hear the metal sing to you
boy.  Your mother has worked the metal for over a thousand
turnings of the wheel, so she's had more practice than you."
Looking down at me, he seemed to let his eyes linger on my
ears and tail, before adding. "Somehow, I get the feeling
that your wyrd lies less with forging swords and more with
using them."

     "Sort of like Dad?" I asked.


     That brought laughter to his voice as well as his eyes.
"Yes, like your father.  If ever there were men and women
born to the sword, it is those blessed by the first chooser
of the battleslain."


     "You mean magecats," I said.


     He looked at me and smiled.  Then reaching behind him,
he pulled out what looked like a woodsman's axe. "Is that
what you think I mean?  Then, what is this?"


     "An axe?"


      Again he smiled, "Yes it is an axe, but it's also
called bane of trees."


    I thought about what he said, "I guess you could call
it that, but why would you say that when axe is a perfectly
good word?"


     "Because it makes you stop and think about for what the
object is used, or what that person has done or does.  We
call Freyja, the first chooser of the battle slain, because
that is what she does.  She gets first choice of all those
who die in battle.  We refer to Thor as giant's doom,
because so many giants have fallen to Mjolnir.  As you are
starting to discover as you master the art of galdr, that
words have power.  If we chose them carefully, we can wield
more power than others realize."


    "You mean like with the runes. If I hide a runestave
inside another design, another mage can't read it as easily
and undo the magic?"


     "Exactly.  Names have power.  Your mother and father
have already taught you that you need a name for everyday
use and one for deeds that are done with magic.  I would say
that before all your orlog is woven that you will need one
for other deeds as well.   That's why I brought you out
here.  To give you something with a name, something with
which to forge a name."


     I must have looked confused.  He added, "You've become
a man now.  You've taken the steps that a man takes.  Your
mother has told me of what happened at your friend's
steading."  He shrugged, "I can't say that in the same
situation I wouldn't have rolled her myself.  But the
problem that created was that you put yourself in a
situation where you took something from another, and that
led to a fight."


     "I didn't start it, Papa," I protested.


    He shook his head, "No, you didn't start it, and you
definitely finished it.  But could you have taken another
action?"


      "I could have turned her down, but why should I?"


     "Because she'd been claimed by another," he said.  "By
doing what you did, you left him one of two choices.  He
could take the dishonor of having you take something from
him, or he could challenge you."  He reached out and put a
hand on my shoulder, "And whether he knows it or not, we
know that he would lose that fight.  By taking the action
that you did, you put yourself in a situation where you
pretty much would end up beating him at something he
couldn't win.  That's not always an honorable thing to do."


     "You mean I was being a bully?"
      "If I understand how the word is used on Midgarth
correctly, then in a way, yes."


     "Then I should have simply turned her down?"


    "I didn't say that, Hunter.  Like I said, I can't say
that I wouldn't have given her a roll myself.  The point is
though, you knew that when he found out, the other boy would
try to fight you, and that you would win the fight."


     "What if he didn't find out about it?"


     Papa raised an eyebrow at that question, "Why would you
keep it from him, to avoid a fight?  I know you're not a
coward."


     I thought about what he had to say.  "I could have
simply told her no, that it would cause problems with Bobby
and me, and then I'd have to kick his butt."


     Papa laughed out loud at that.  "Now that would be
starting a fight, but it would have been more of an
honorable one.  Or perhaps you could have simply told her to
go tell him first.  That way you're making it her
responsibility.  If she wants to go ahead then, it's her
honor at stake, not yours or his."

     Again, I thought about it, and although was still
somewhat confused, it started to make sense.  "So basically,
I shouldn't mess with what belongs to someone else?"


     "That's always a good rule of thumb."


     "I think I understand."


     "Don't worry, you eventually will.  Just remember, that
you have a great deal of power, and with that comes the
responsibility to use it wisely."  He patted me on the
shoulder and smiled, "Now, let me ask you a question.  Are
you a swordsman like your mother, or an axe-man like your
father?"


    I thought about it.  "I really don't know, Papa.  Mom
has taught me to use a sword, and Dad has taught me to use
an axe.  But to be honest, I prefer using my hands and
feet."


     "A brawler, huh?"


     I nodded.  "It's just that when I use a sword or an
axe, I have to hold back or break the darn thing."


      That brought a huge laugh from him.  "May all who
descend from me have such problems."


     I just grinned.  I hadn't meant to be funny, but it was
true.  If I forget and not hold back when I swing an axe or
a sword, the darn thing breaks when I hit something.  That's
why I'm always careful about losing my temper with normals.
Dad has the same problem, except that Mom made him an axe
that wouldn't break if he used it full swing.


    "If you could have a weapon like your father's, which
would it be: a sword or an axe?"


     I thought about it.  An axe has a certain psychological
advantage.  You start coming at a person with an axe, they
back up immediately.   But a sword was faster and easier to
block with- and it's a nobleman's weapon.  Any farmer can
pick up an axe, but carrying a sword- especially in Alfheim
was reserved for freeman and Jarls.  Finally, I decided, "A
two-handed sword, I think.  It combines the speed of a sword
with the raw power of an axe."


     I saw Papa think about it and then nod.  "I think I
know just the thing.  I've had it for a very long time.  It
was a gift from a certain Jotun lady with whom I'm
acquainted.  I could never make full use of its power, but I
think it's just the thing for a young vitkikottr, such as
yourself."  He motioned for me to follow him.


     We passed through the storeroom where long slabs of
iron and steel lay on long worktables next to baskets of
coal and large drums of oil.   Shields of various materials
stood along the wall.  Several swords hung by their hilt on
the wall, their blades wrapped in oil cloth.  A great axe
like the one my father had was standing in the corner, it's
steel haft reaching almost to the ceiling.


     He opened a door to another small chamber where several
tables stood with cloth wrapped weapons laid out in neat
rows on them.  He smiled back at me and said, "This is where
I keep the good stuff- the swords that I make for Jarls and
such."


     I was in awe.  My mother told me about this room, but I
never expected to see it.  It was a room for showing off
master craft work to very special guests.  I could imagine
one of the Aesir or Vanir standing in this room ages past.
For a moment, I thought of asking him about the sword but
then thought better of it.  He reached under one of the
tables and took out a long cedar box and handed it to me.
It was as long as I was tall, and felt like it weighed about
forty pounds.  "Here you go.  I was going to give this to
your father, but as he prefers an axe,  I think you are
particularly qualified to wield this blade."


     I set the box down on one of the tables and removed its
cover.  Inside, was a two-handed sword- a rare thing among
the Alfs- wrapped in oil cloth.  I reached down and gently
unwrapped it to reveal the gleaming silver-blue blade
beneath.  Ancient runes ran along its length spelling out a
single word: Isstonn.


    I looked over at Papa and he nodded to me.  I took up
the sword and held it out from me.  For such a huge weapon
it was finely balanced, and I could tell it had a keen edge.
Without much thought, I repeated its name as it was written
on the blade, "Isstonn."  Suddenly I felt a thrum start in
the blade and race through my veins.


     "Who calls on me?"  a voice asked in my head.


    I gave my grandfather a startled look.  He smiled and
said, "Well boy, answer it."

     I cleared my throat and then answered it in my best
authoritarian voice, "I do, Robin Hunter Greenbough, son of
Summar Galdrsdottir, daughter of Galdrson of Alfheim."


     "An honorable family with an honorable reputation. What
do you wish of me Robin Hunter Greenbough, son of Summar
Galdrsdottir, daughter of Galdrson of Alfeim?"


     Again I looked at grandfather, and he simply nodded to
me and said, "Go ahead, answer her. For what purpose would
you carry and use such a blade?"


     I thought about what Papa had said earlier and then
answered, "To defend my family, my stead, my folk, and my
country.  To stand between mankind and those who would
destroy what men and Gods have built."


     "Then that is my mission.  As long as you live up to
the ideals you've stated here, I will serve you Robin Hunter
Greenbough."


    "You know, I don't think I've ever heard that sort of
question answered as well as you have.  You do your mother
and father, and grandfathers honor in your wisdom today,
Hunter."


    I looked over at my grandfather and asked, "What does
the blade do?"


     "Ask me!" the voice in my head demanded.


      I turned back to it and asked, "What do you do?"

     I could almost feel the blade's smugness, "I am a
Jotun's blade.  I can change my size to fit the hand of my
wielder.  I can impart Rime cold upon those whom I strike,
and I can call upon the mountain wind to blow against our
enemies.  I am blade of the elements, I am a blade of ice. "


     "How do I ask you to change shape?" I asked.


     I swear, the blade laughed at me before answering, "If
you ask, then I'll think about it.  If you command, then I
will obey.  I am a jarl's blade, a jarl does not ask, he
commands."


     "Then conform to my size," I told the blade.  Suddenly
it quivered in my hand and shrank to a more manageable size.


     I looked over at my grandfather and smiled.  "Thank
you."  Remembering something my father told me, I reached
into my pocket and pulled out penny.  Handing it to
Grandfather, I said, "Here is a penny, so that with this
gift of a blade, the ties between us will not be cut."


     With a surprised look on his face, my grandfather took
the penny and looked at it closely.  Then placing it in his
pocket, he looked back over to me, held his arms out and
smiled before saying, "You've learned your lessons well.
Know that I am pleased to call you scion of my blood."


     I put the sword into its scabbard and slung it over my
shoulder, before giving him a hug.  "Thank you Papa."


     He hugged me back, stroked my hair and said, "It's what
family does, Hunter.  We give gifts and support to each
other.  We each build the orlog for our families, so when we
do these things for each other, we give the whole family
more power.  Your mother and you live across the Bifrost
Bridge from us, travel there and back is difficult, but that
doesn't mean that those of us on this side of Heimdall's
Ward don't love you as well."


    He pushed me back by the shoulders and tilted my head
to meet my eyes.  "Never forget that you have a family here
in Alfheim.  You have grandparents, aunts, uncles, and
cousins by the dozen.  You are loved."


     I nodded to him, and swallowed to try and hide the
emotion in my eyes.  "I know.  I love you guys too.  I don't
get to see you as often as I'd like, but I do love you."


     "Good.  Now why don't you go wash up for dinner?  One
of my tenants killed a boar the other day and sent it to us.
The womenfolk have had it roasting in the great room all
day, and the smell is driving me mad."


     "Yes sir," I told him and headed out.




     Not long afterwards, I met Ridvin.   Ljufa got a little
tired of me and aimed me in his direction. Ridvin was a
local boy who worked on my grandfather's stead. Like I've
said before, I was Jonesing over whether or not I wanted to
jump the head cheerleader's bones, or the captain of the
football team's ass.   For a while, Ljufa had managed to
distract me, but not for long.


     After a couple of weeks of getting my lance waxed on a
regular basis by Ljufa, my mind started drifting toward the
other boys I saw around the stead.  Most of them considered
me pretty much off-limits.  First off, it was late in the
growing season.  Winter comes early in Alfheim and is long.
That means that when late August hits, there is already a
drop in temperature.  Most of them were busy getting ready
for the harvest and didn't have the time to "keep the Jarl's
grandson out of trouble."


     Ridvin was different.  I was told that he was supposed
to be sent to Temple later in the year to start his
apprenticeship to become a Gothi of Freyr.  Also, because he
had been sent by his father as a "gift to my grandfather" he
was given a little more leeway than the other boys on the
stead, most of whom who were either the sons of freeman
pledged to my grandfather or thralls working off debts.


    Late one afternoon, when Sunna was low in the distant
sky, and the others were out in the fields, I went to the
barn, thinking that I would go for a ride before dark.  Even
though back home we lived on a farm, I didn't get to ride
there very much because most horses on Midgarth don't react
well to me.  Some of the ones on my grandfather's farm were
bred for war, so they were made of a little stouter stuff.
He'd given me free reign to ride any on the farm that I
could saddle so I decided to give it a try.


    I found Rid there, currying one of the bigger horses.
He was tall and broad with a deep tan.  His long blond hair
was pulled back and held in place with a leather thong.  He
was wearing heavy linen breeches, with a long loin cloth, a
belt knife, and a vest.   He smiled over at me when I came
in and said, "Heilsa, Hunter."  (At my grandfather's stead
everyone calls me Hunter to keep from confusing me with my
Dad.  The concept of calling me Trey because I'm the third
person with my name is seen as being silly.  If anything
they say I should be called Robin Robinson.  Besides, Hunter
is an honorable name.)


       "Heilsa, Ridvin," I replied and looked around.


    "Can I help you with anything?"  He gave me a direct
look that took me off guard.


     "I was thinking of going for a ride."


     "I thought you'd be "riding" with Ljufa," he said with
a grin.


     I shrugged at him.  My activities with the girl weren't
exactly unknown.  Actually I found out later that they were
somewhat legendary.  The girl had a reputation for being
insatiable, but after two weeks was complaining about not
being able to keep up with me. "She doesn't want to be
ridden right now," I told him.


       He laughed, "Ljufa, always wants to be ridden."


     "Maybe it's me she's bored with then," I told him.
Oddly enough I didn't feel any regrets about it.  I was
starting to understand what Mom meant by it's just sex.


     "Maybe you need a new horse," he said looking me up and
down.


    I may have been only twelve, but that comment was so
obvious that even I couldn't have missed it.  I gave him
another look, this time letting my eyes linger.  His skin
was covered in a light sheen of sweat that glistened in the
late afternoon light.  I could see how the long summer days
of physical labor had toned his muscles.   I looked down at
his breeches, and saw a pretty large lump under the loin
cloth that covered his crotch.  I liked what I saw.  Looking
back up at his deep blue eyes, I tried using a playful
voice, "Any suggestions?"


     Rid put down the curry comb he had in his hand, and
walked over to me with a smile.  "Why don't we go up in the
hay loft?  You can see up there a little better what I've in
mind."


     He turned, directed the horse back into the stall,
latched the gate, hung the curry comb from the ladder and
then headed up the ladder to the loft.  I couldn't help but
notice just how well he filled out those breeches as I
followed up behind him.


    As I cleared the opening in the floor, I could smell
the musty odor of old hay.  Most of the old bales had been
used, and what hadn't had been swept out.  The loft had then
been cleaned in preparation for the this year's crop.
Ridvin strode over to the railing that looked
out over the stables, leaned over to look at
the horses below.  My dick went to attention
at the way his butt filled out the backside of
those breeches.  "See anything you'd like to
ride?" he asked.


     What the Hel, I thought to myself.  "Oh
yeah," I said
as came up behind him.   If this was going where
I thought it was, I wasn't going to complain.
I leaned over the rail and then looked over to
him.  As I looked deep in his blue eyes, I saw
something that surprised me. There was lust
there, yes.  I could smell it on his skin, I
could see itprodigiously so in his breeches.
But there was also something else.  Looking back
now, I know it was love- or at the least
infatuation, but I was young and stupid then and
didn't know anything about that particular
emotion.  I honestly think that if Ridvin had
not died, he and I would be together today.


     He smiled over at me, "Really?"


I leaned in next to him and said, "If you wanna'
                       get
away from this railing before we both fall off
and break our necks, I'd be glad to show you."
I stepped back toward the support wall behind us
and waited.


     He grinned at me and followed.  "Just what
do you have to show me, Robin Hunter
Greenbough?"  He was close enough for me to
smell the sex on him.


     I reached out and pulled him to me.  I
pressed my body against his, and reached over
and kissed him hard.   His mouth opened
automatically, and my tongue slipped in.   I
could feel his hardness between us and marveled
at its size. "How's that?" I asked.


 "I like it," he said.  He kissed me again, and
                      then
said, "I like it very much."


  "Just one question, if you don't mind Rid." I
                      said.

     "Questions later," he said running his hand
down my back to the base of my tail, which was
whipping back and forth in excitement.  His
broad rough hands spread out and squeezed each
of my ass cheeks.


I pulled back for minute and looked him in they.
                       "No
Rid, this question first.  I have to know."


     "Know what?"


     "If we let this go any further, is some
half-crazed boyfriend or girlfriend going to
come crashing through the door threatening to
kick my ass?"  I'm not stupid.  I learn from my
mistakes, and I DID pay attention to the
conversation with my Grandfather.


     He smiled at me, shook his head, and said,
"No, there's no suitor of either sex that's
going to be upset about this. My father might
not care for it, but that's why he's sending me
to the temple.  Vanic priests are allowed a
little more freedom in these matters, and he
wants me to be happy."


 I nodded to him and said, "Good.  That's all I
                     wanted
to know right now."  I sighed and stepped close
to him and said, "But there is something I
should tell you."


     "What?" he asked with a worried look.


     "I've never been with another boy.  I'm not
really sure what to do.  I know what I'd like to
try and do, but I don't have any experience."


    He chuckled and pulled me to him.  Before
                   kissing me
again he said, "I think we can figure something
out."  I could feel his hardness between us and
reached around and under his breech cloth to
feel it with my hand.


     It was huge!  Okay, maybe not huge by the
standards of an adult, but it was big for a
twelve year old boy, and even bigger ON a twelve
year old boy.   Thinking back, it was probably
eight or nine inches, but not the monster I
remember through the fog of the years.  "Hmmm,"
I groaned into his mouth.


     He pulled back, "You like?"


 I swallowed hard and nodded, "I don't have much
                       to
compare it with, but I like."  I started pulling
at the fastenings of his belt so I could get to
what I was feeling under the cloth.


     I could feel him tearing at my own belt,
trying to free my own member.  The knots he'd
tied were a whole lot more frustrating than the
simple buckle on my belt, so he had my jeans
down around my knees long before I could get his
breeches off.  Suddenly he knelt in front of me,
taking away my prize.  I felt the cool summer
air across my ass as his hot hands stroked my
dick and cupped my balls.  Before I could
protest, he pushed my foreskin back and licked
around knob he'd revealed.  I almost shot right
there.


     You have to understand, I was twelve years
old and this was 1976.  I had no idea about male
to male sex, except that I wanted it.  Ljufa had
taught me some of the intricacies of oral sex,
but I'd never really put two and two together in
my head.


     I groaned when he slipped his lips around
the head and stuck his tongue in my piss slit.
I was in a state of bliss.  Two long deep
strokes down to where he had buried his nose
into the base of my pubes, and before I could
warn him, I suddenly exploded in his mouth.
Without thinking I grabbed his head and thrust a
few times as I emptied my balls down his throat.
I couldn't help but notice how nice and silky
his long hair felt entwined in my fingers.  To
this day, I have a thing for guys with long
hair.


     When I stopped trembling, I looked down to
where he was licking the last streams of cum
from the head of my dick, and then sucking
around the head.  He grinned up at me and said,
"I've been wanting to do that since I laid eyes
on you."


  "No fair," I told him.  "You took away my toy
                      right
when things were getting interesting."


     He laughed and stood up, and finished
unlacing his breeches.  "Why don't we get out of
these clothes where we can get at each other
more easily?"  I just nodded, slipped off my
boots and started pulling my jeans the rest of
the way off, never taking my eyes off him.


     As he stood up, I could see his dick stuck
all the way up to about three inches higher than
his navel.  He reached out and pulled me to him
and kissed me.  I felt his hands cup the sides
of my face and stroke my hair.  He broke the
kiss and reached up with his head and nibbled at
the fur on my right ear.

     That sent a shiver all the way down my
spine.  "You are so beautiful," he whispered in
my ear.


"I don't think most people back home would be as
                      kind
about my natural form."


     "Then they are fools," he said pushing me
back.  "You are a vitkikottr.  Do you think the
Fairest of the Goddesses would create one such
as you and not make him beautiful?"


     I shrugged, "As long as you like it, I'm
happy."  I mean what else was I supposed to say.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and
reached out for his dick.  "Now let me try what
you did."


     I pushed his foreskin back to reveal the
dark red head of his dick. I leaned in closely
and flicked my tongue out to lick where the back
side of his dick split down to flare around and
form the head.  The taste of the drop of clear
liquid running down it was like nothing I'd ever
had before. I could literally taste the
pheromones he was giving off.
He groaned at the touch of my tongue and I
took that as a good sign.


     I grasped his dick at the base, pointed
it toward my mouth and plunged my lips over
it.  I felt my teeth brush against him.
"Teeth!  Teeth!" he hissed at me.


     I looked up at him and said, "Sorry."  I
wrapped my lips around my razor-sharp canines
and went back down on him.  I felt his hands
grip the sides of my head as he gently began
to rock back and forth, pushing that monster
dick to the back of my throat.  That of course
set off my gag reflex and I pulled back
suddenly.


   He grinned down at me sheepishly and said,
                    "Sorry."


     I just nodded and went back to work on
making him feel good.  The more I sucked, the
hotter my own motor was running.   I cupped his
balls in one hand, while I kneaded his ass
cheeks with the other.  Again, he became lost in
the action, and began rocking back and forth.
This time, I knew how to rock with him to keep
his dick from hitting the back of my throat.


     "Hunter, I'm about to.," he whispered to
me.  I knew what he meant, and I wanted it.  I
wanted to taste him.  I sucked harder on the
pillar of flesh in my mouth.


     Suddenly he began to tremble and then
something hot and sweet splattered the back of
my throat.  I continued to gently suck at his
dick, pulling his foreskin up and running my
tongue under it.  As he softened in my mouth, he
gently pushed me away.  "Enough," he said.  "I'm
a little sensitive now."


     I grinned up at him and wiped the cum from
my chin and said, "That was fun."


     He nodded, pulled me up to him and said,
"Yeah it was. But there's so much more.  Give me
a moment, and I'll show you."


     Reaching down he picked up our discarded
clothing and lay them out on the hard wooden
floor.  Taking me by the
hand he lay down and then pulled me on top of
him and began kissing me.


   That was all it took.  As they say in those
                     stupid
movies: Shwing!  I was hard as a rock again.
He just laughed and kissed me harder.  Rolling
me over he began to kiss down my body.  He
licked around and then nibbled at my nipples.
That sent my back arcing up to meet him and a
low growl escaped my throat.  "No, no, no," he
whispered as he kissed down my stomach toward my
throbbing dick.  "No going all claws on teeth on
me right now."


     He began to lick all up and down my dick.
He went out of his way to coat it with as much
spit as he could.  He took it in his mouth again
and started bobbing his head up and down.  After
a few moments, he stopped and crawled back up my
body and straddled my waist.


     Before I could realize what he was doing,
he positioned himself over the head of my dick,
and then slowly inserted it into his ass.  I
couldn't believe the tight hot feeling as my
dick disappeared into his bowels.   He grinned
down at me and asked, "How does that feel?"


     "Fantastic!" I said as I ran my hands up
over his beautifully hard chest.  There is
something about the naked chest of a guy that
will get your motor running, and I was just now
discovering it.  I gently pulled on his nipples
with one hand while I slowly began to jack his
now rock-hard cock as he rocked up and down on
mine.


   After long moments of feeling his tight ass
                    slide up
and down over my dick, I could feel my own balls
pull up
inside their sack.  Suddenly Rid tensed up and
threw his head back.  Long ropy strings of white
cum shot out of his dick and landed on my chest.
His ass contracted around my dick and that sent
me over the edge. I arched my hips up and shot
my second load deep inside him.


     He collapsed down on top of me, and my dick
popped free of his ass as he snuggled against my
chest.  "I love the feeling of you inside me,
Hunter."   He ran his hands down my sides,
gently stroking my body.  "You are beautiful."


     That should have told me something, but I
was too young and inexperienced to understand
it.  If I had, he might be alive today.  If I
had, then a lot of things might be different
today.  But like I said, I was young, dumb, and
full of cum.


     We lay there for a long time, just feeling
each other's bodies.  It was funny really.  When
I was banging Ljufa, it was wham, bam, thank you
sir, and then we were off to do something else.
With Rid, we lay there a long time, just
cuddling and holding each other.  We were two
boys on the cusp of manhood discovering the
greatest expression of brotherhood ever known.


  Over the years, we would get together on and
                    off, and
it was always like that with him.  There was
never any pressure, just a feeling of oneness
and of coming home.  I miss that.  I miss him.