Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 16:02:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Evan Bradely <evanbradley33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 33 of "The Crew"

The following fictional story deals with sex among males.  If you are
offended by such material, are too young, or reside in a location where it
is not allowed, please depart. Though not observed in this story, care
enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights.
EvanBradley33@Yahoo.com

Chapter 33
New Links
			The Thomas Construction Site

Once Hal and Boyd were back at the site, Boyd stopped briefly to tell Ted
Kortas, his foreman, that the charges against him had been dropped, receiving
a pat on the butt for the good news, before making a beeline for Yuki.	The pat
from the hot Greek, whom Boyd had begun to regard as an older brother,
added another pump of blood to Boyd's already aroused dick, which grew
even more when he saw the brothers Hamada working together.  'I know it's
shallow,' Boyd thought, 'but the very sight of them sets me on fire, especially
my dick.  I'm hard up. But it's more than that.'  "Hi guys," he greeted Kenji
and Yuki.

"You okay?" Yuki asked, concerned, rising from kneeling beside Kenji.

"I'm great," Boyd answered, stopping his long-legged gait immediately in
front of the young men, sliding his hands into his back pockets, giving the
brothers a radiant smile, inadvertently making the bulge in the front of his
jeans prominent, not an uncommon phenomenon when he was working in
their vicinity.  Kenji sometimes teased Yuki about keeping Boyd so aroused
that blood flow to his brain was impeded, explaining why Boyd behaved
dumbstruck so often.  "No legal problems anymore," Boyd explained.    "They
just melted away because of Hal's lawyer and a gay police officer."

"A GAY police officer?" Yuki asked.  "Was he hot?"  Kenji chuckled at his
horny young brother's question and winked at Boyd who grinned back.

"Uh-huh.  Black, tall, shoulders a mile wide, eyes that look deep inside you,
but nice too.  He and Hal's lawyer are a couple, I think.  But neither one of
them could hold a candle to you," Boyd said to Yuki.

'Damn, HE's hot,' Boyd thought, looking at Yuki's tee-clad chest, revealing
developing pecs.  Boyd's eyes slid down Yuki's flat stomach to check out his
slim waist and then his crotch, which featured a slight mound in his cargo
shorts.  'Bet I can make it bigger,' Boyd thought.  He reached out, placing his
hands on the balls of Yuki's shoulders, squeezing gently:  "Yuki, would you
do me the honor of going out on a date with me?"

A small smile was born on Yuki's face.	It never failed to start Boyd's heart
racing.  Yuki turned to glance at Kenji, who winked back, grinning, watching
his younger brother's face.  Turning back to Boyd, Yuki answered in a
breathy, sultry tone:  "Yes, I want to go out on a date with you, Boyd."  Kenji
nearly laughed out loud when he saw Boyd's nostrils flare.  Yuki's mouth
dropped open a bit, aware that his mischievous response to the invitation had
had a greater effect than he'd ever imagined, greater than he'd had on any
other man, including his hot brother-lover.

'Oh, Man,' Kenji thought, 'Tonight I'm going to tell Max that he has to make
his nostrils flare like that for me.  Then I'm going to attack him'

"Good," Boyd answered.	"Hal and I worked the details out on the way back
from his lawyer's office.  Drew and he and you and I are double-dating
tonight.  We're having dinner out together and then attending a Renegades
game."

"Huh?" Yuki exclaimed.	Kenji had to bite his lip to stifle another chuckle.
Clearly, this arrangement wasn't what Yuki had envisioned when he imagined
himself with Boyd for an intimate evening.  'It's good that Yuki isn't always
running the show,' Kenji thought.  'And he'll do it if Boyd allows it or isn't
on his toes.'

"Don't worry, Baby; we're splitting up after the game," Boyd said, adopting
Yuki's game by speaking softly and seductively, moving his thumbs in small
circles on the front of Yuki's shoulders.

Yuki shivered a bit.  This man exerted an entirely different effect on him than
any man he'd ever met.	His feelings about Boyd started with his lanky,
handsome, true-blue wholesomeness and honesty.	Somewhere inside, where
Yuki was beginning to mature, he knew these were qualities he needed.  They
made him feel accepted, okay with himself.  Young as he was, he knew from
his experience with Kenji that they were values that would be important to the
health of their relationship.  'What's going on?' he thought.  'I'm hot for this
man and I'm thinking about values? . . . Well, I guess it's because Boyd will
be like Kenji to me.'  He liked Boyd's claiming him as his "baby."

		 The Winston Construction Company Trailer

Hal wasted no time calling Drew from his office.  "A what with whom?"
Drew squawked at the phone in response to Hal's request for his presence on a
double date with Boyd and Yuki.  Hal had left the office door open, so he
knew Angie could hear.	She was probably smiling, envisioning the look on
Drew's face.

"A double date with Boyd and Yuki.  It will be their first date.  You and I are
still trying to get started.  Our presence could make it work better for them,
maybe for all of us.  Take some pressure off.  And if Boyd's with us, he can't
interrupt our date this time," Hal said, chuckling.  "We can have a bite to eat
before tonight's Renegades game, which we'll attend together.  After the
game, they'll take off to be alone."

'Is he doing this for us, or is he interested in Boyd?' Drew asked himself,
'Now Drew,' he answered himself, 'don't go off half-cocked the way you did
when you left the police station the night Hal went to help Boyd.  That was
unbecoming of you; you didn't give the situation a chance to be other
than what you decided it was.  So choose to give them that benefit now.
I don't know how, but this could be the boost you and Hal need to get it
back together.'

Hal listened to the silence, understanding that Drew's mental machinery
was flying at warp speed, working out what all this meant for him and, Hal
hoped, for them.  "Um-hum," Drew responded with a hint of sass.  "Any
chance your creaky old bones will be up to anything special after the game as
those two young studs will be?	It is supposed to be a date, after all."  Drew
was grinning, his challenge delivered.

"I beg your pardon.  I'm not the old, seasoned professional," Hal shot back,
loving their movement into bantering - a new phase in their relationship.
Before their breakup, Drew was so watchful, almost dutiful, trying
strenuously to do nothing to introduce difficulties into their relationship,
trying to fulfill every expectation HE thought Hal had for him.  Sometimes it
had left Hal feeling as though they were walking on broken glass.  Since
Brett's departure from the scene, Drew had become sassy, challenging Hal
now and again.	At first it had been defensive, but it had moderated into
something playful, maybe a little loving from time to time.  Hal liked it.
Kept him on his toes.  And Drew always managed to surprise him.  It also meant
Drew was concentrating on him, which always made Hal feel great.

"Professional what?" Drew asked with attitude.	"And watch that 'old' stuff.
I don't know what that's supposed to mean.  If you're a good little boy, you
may find out about the seasoned part, but I'll warn you, it's spicy and it's
fiery."  Hal threw his head back and roared, generating images of several
interpretations of Drew's words.  At her desk, Angie had to cover her mouth
with her hand to stifle her own laughter.  She didn't know what Drew had
said, but she knew he could be humorous or bracing when he cut loose with
the language.  It had been too long since Hal laughed like that.

			 Max, Kenji, and Yuki's Home

Boyd nervously approached the door to Max's and Kenji's home, running his
moves through his mind, ringing the doorbell and then jamming his hands in
his pockets, looking up and down the street.  It was a nice neighborhood,
clean, neat, lots of space, headed in the direction of upscale, not like the
street where he had a room.  'I wonder how long it will be before I live on a
street like this?'

Just then the door opened.  Max smiled the instant he saw Boyd, pushing the
door open, holding out his hand for a shake, and welcoming Boyd inside.
Kenji walked in from the hall, greeting Boyd warmly.  "Yuki will be right
along, Boyd.  Have a seat."

As Boyd moved to a chair in the living room, he mused about how this scene
was just like a date with a girl.  The guy sitting with the distrustful but
polite parents in the parlor, awaiting the arrival of their daughter, probably
remembering their hopes on their first date, maybe even replaying scenes from
that evening, and then eyeing the boy suspiciously.  When Yuki walked in
carrying a backpack, Boyd was all eyes.  Yuki was wearing a maroon
Renegades tee, but instead of his usual cargoes, he was wearing tight shorts,
very much on the "short" side, white anklets, and white tennis shoes.  His
slim, muscular legs with their tight curves looked good!  'Oh damn,' Boyd
thought, 'I didn't think he could get any hotter, but look at this.  It's like
I suddenly am seeing more of him than ever before.'

For his part, Yuki was glad Boyd had chosen a black tee and cargoes instead
of his usual jeans.  It allowed Yuki to assess those long, sports-developed
calves and slim ankles rarely seen because Boyd wore jeans everywhere
except the gym.  Light hair dusted the surface of those legs.  'What is it
about long legs that turn me on?' Yuki wondered.

"Well, we'd better head out to meet Hal and Drew," Boyd announced, rising,
walking over to Yuki, sliding an arm around his waist, and pulling him in for
a peck on the mouth.  This was the bold move that had made him so nervous,
and he was surprised he had to courage to go through with it.  But he knew he
was going to when he saw Yuki, realizing that he'd dressed to please and
maybe arouse him.  He wanted them all to know that Yuki had succeeded.
Boyd also intended that everyone would understand his intentions toward
Yuki, who loved the kiss.  Max and Kenji shared a smile.

As they took their leave and were walking out to Boyd's pickup, he asked,
"You need a backpack?"

"I thought I should bring some clothes in case I didn't get back home tonight."

Boyd blushed as he sat in the driver's seat.  Yuki loved seeing his man blush.
It was a positive reaction, after all.	"Count on it," Boyd responded.	Yuki
scooted over closer to Boyd as they backed out of the driveway to head
toward the cafeteria where they were meeting Hal and Drew.  Boyd was
grooving on the signals Yuki was sending him.  He knew he hadn't felt so
good about himself in a long time.

			     Drew's Home

Drew was sitting on the steps of his front porch, his elbows on his knees,
when Hal's pickup glided onto the driveway.  Drew looked good in a dark
blue denim sports shirt, which contrasted with his white blond hair.  Light
shorts, white anklets and tennis shoes completed the look.  Hal found Drew's
smile radiant.	He was glad he'd decided to wear shorts and a sports shirt too.
Stupid as it may be, he felt that Drew's and his chance had been opened up
again.	Could they make a go of it?

It seemed Drew almost bounced to the passenger side of the pickup, opening
the door and climbing inside.  'I think my man's happy to see me,' Hal told
himself.  He smiled, watching Drew pull him self up and into the high cab,
remembering all the times Drew groused about having to hoist his shorter
frame into Hal's pickup.  Hal always thought he looked so cute climbing up,
reminding him how he liked Drew's being diminutive.  Once inside the cab,
Drew scooted over toward Hal, putting a hand behind his neck and pulling
him into a short, hot kiss.  'Now this is different,' Hal thought, feeling a
jerk in his cock.  It resulted in the flash of an idea that Hal would mull over
through the evening, liking it the more he thought about it.

As both couples made their way to the cafeteria, they seemed unable to sustain
any conversation.  Silence became the ruling dynamic.  All four guys tried
desperately to think of something that would spark a genuine conversation,
but because their subterranean processes were so focused on finally being
with each one's date, on their worries and fears about it's not working out,
silence reigned.
			       Luby's Cafeteria

Unbeknownst to the others, each of the guys was a little rattled by the silence
that had descended upon them as they made their way to meet their buddies,
an occurrence quite other than what they had expected.	Each had hoped that
joining the other couple would break the silence.  Not so.  They were glad that
their initial time in Luby's was taken up sliding trays down the long railings
in front of the food service area and making choices for their dinners.  Drew
led their way to a table a little distance from other diners.

Having gathered at the table and begun their meals, mischief gleamed in
Yuki's eyes.  "My boy's so timid," Yuki said to Drew, reaching over and
covering Boyd's hand with his own.  Boyd's head pitched back as though
asking, "What's this scam?"

Drew grinned conspiratorially, reaching over and covering Hal's hand with
his own.  "Tell me about it.  My boy covers his crotch with his hands while
he's still in his boxers.  When I hid his boxers and bought him thongs, he tried
to cover both areas.  Talk about Willy and the Hand Jive!"  The men all laughed,
Hal the loudest.

"I've yet to see the tight curves of my boy's ass," Yuki upped the ante in
responding.  "I don't even know if they're covered in soft brown down or are
smooth as a baby's butt."  Boyd's monster smile announced his enjoyment of
hearing Yuki talk about his body this way.  He knew now that Yuki had
studied it and tried to imagine what he looked like naked.  His eyes were
watching Yuki hotly.

"My man is so lewd," Hal joined in the game, talking to Boyd, "that the
minute we walk in the door, off come his clothes.  He prances and preens as
though he were getting paid."  Drew's head cocked to one side, a warning
gleam in his eyes about the implications of being paid.

Before Drew could cut loose with a rejoinder, Boyd jumped in.  "My man's
smooth in or out of bed.  His creamy skin is like warm satin.  That's why I
like to run my raspy tongue up his inner thighs."  Upon hearing Boyd's words,
Yuki's smile fled as all saw him shiver, staring at Boyd, imagining . . . .

Gradually, their appetites and the press of time brought their badinage to a
halt, but the flow of conversation had started, moving to swapping details
about the Renegades' opponent in the evening's match up.

		     The Renegades' Ball Park

 As always, Rich Adams was in the stands, watching his life partners, Wes
Stanfield and Carl Rogers, warm up before the game.  Because he hadn't had
a chance to get to know Yuki and Boyd much the one time they'd been at
Murphy's Gym together, as soon as he spotted them heading toward him in
the stands, he studied them, realizing that the signs he'd detected about an
attraction between the two young men, at least on Boyd's part, were genuine.
As the four men made their way over to him, he noticed Boyd's hand placed
caringly and possessively on Yuki's lower back.  Rich chuckled to himself,
realizing how Boyd's hand - hell, any man's hand in that position on the waist
of those short shorts - was itching to slide down onto Yuki's trim, little ass.
Yuki's grin told him Boyd's gesture was most welcome.

As they often did during warm-up when they spotted members of the crew in
the stands, Wes and Carl trotted over to welcome the guys.  They appreciated
Yuki's and Boyd's star-struck reactions.  The four guys and Rich climbed
down a few rows to meet the two Renegades players and exchange greetings.
"These dudes are double-dating," Rich exclaimed, earning varying degrees of
glares from the four daters.

"Ou-u-u-u-u-u, Daddy," Wes replied to Rich, "may we date them too?  A
triple with a double?  Talk about having the bases loaded!"  The men laughed,
joking and kibitzing briefly before Wes and Carl had to return to the team.
The four guys went back to their places a few rows above the playing field and
started discussing the game.  The silence and stiffness of the earlier evening
never returned.  The game was rousing, resulting in a close Renegades
victory.  After the game, all said their good-byes as they went their separate
ways.
			  Boyd's Rooming House

Unlike their demeanor before the game, Boyd and Yuki were full of
conversation about the game and the evening on the drive to Boyd's room.  As
they neared the rooming house, Yuki noted the narrower streets with old, two-
story frame houses closely crowded together, some with signs in the front
yard advertising rooms for rent.  There wasn't much in the way of landscaping
to relieve the spare nature of the neighborhood.  It was a far cry from Yuki's
part of town.

Once inside the front door, they climbed creaky, dusty steps to the second
floor where they proceeded down a hall.  "There's the john," Boyd gestured to
the end of the hall, sliding his key into a couple of locks on a door.	"And
here's home," he said, as he opened the door, gesturing Yuki to enter.	Like
the neighborhood, Boyd's small room could be described as spare and
spartanly clean.  One didn't notice it because of the small space, but as Yuki
took in the furnishings, he realized that what he saw was bare-bones living.
There was a double bed and nightstand; a reading chair and lamp table,
showing signs of years of use; a small, scarred table and two chairs in one
corner in a kitchen-like area, which had a sink, microwave, and hotplate, a
wall cabinet, and a refrigerator cube.	An old chest of drawers with a small TV
on top and a small closet completed the amenities.

'How does he stand to live here?' Yuki asked himself.  'I'd go crazy cooped
up in this small space.  And he's so big.  Imagine spending a whole weekend
here.'	Yuki began to appreciate the challenges Boyd had faced and the stoic
way he'd handled them.	He hated the way his reaction to Boyd's room made him
sound superior and disloyal to Boyd.  He'd already heard how Boyd's family had
thrown him out without any financial support. 'Boy, am I lucky that Max and
Kenji took me in.  I might have had to live someplace like this.'  He
still felt guilty about his reaction.

Boyd immediately pulled Yuki into an embrace, playing by a script he'd
already practiced in his mind many times since Yuki agreed to the date.  He
stooped down a bit, wrapping an arm around Yuki's waist, slowly sliding him
up his long body into a passionate kiss, one that Yuki joined in equal measure.
Boyd loved feeling a hard knot in the crotch of Yuki's shorts as he slid up
Boyd's body.  The entire evening had kindled their desire for each other, so it
was some time before they broke the kiss.  When it was clear that Boyd
wasn't going to put him down immediately, Yuki wrapped his legs around
Boyd's waist.  "I've waited all evening to do that right," Boyd said, nibbling
on Yuki's lips as he caressed Yuki's small ass and ran his hand over Yuki's
back, squeezing his shoulders and neck.

"Me too," Yuki said as he moved into another passionate kiss with the man
holding him.  Again, he sensed the difference in his feelings with this man as
opposed to the few men in whose company he'd been.

When the two broke the kiss for a breath, Boyd whispered, "Sorry about the
room."	Boyd began searching Yuki's face for signs that Yuki was turned off
by the surroundings.  "It's all I can afford right now."  Yuki realized that
they both would make an opportunity to express their most immediate fear about
the other's first impression.

"It's got the most important comfort," Yuki stated.  "YOU - only you've got
too many clothes on.  Let's take care of that and then visit your bed."

Boyd walked them over to the bed, inviting Yuki to join in tongue kisses.  As
they reached the bed, they moved into a deep kiss, taking turns frenching each
other.	When they broke the kiss, Yuki was already pulling Boyd's shirt out of
his shorts.  As soon as it was loose, he was running his hands over the smooth,
warm skin beneath.

Boyd signaled to Yuki that he wanted him to drop his feet to the floor.  Once
standing, the two reveled in the difference in the other's height.  Yuki had to
reach up to pull Boyd's shirt over his head, mussing his brown hair, the front
of which fell rakishly over his broad forehead.  Yuki loved the tanned,
"man-wide" shoulders of Boyd's tight frame.  They weren't gym-built muscles
yet; he knew they came from hard work on the farm.  But everywhere the muscles
looked to be "growing," with his pecs the same way.  Yuki stood on tip-toe to
bite Boyd's little nipples, earning a groan from the tall stud, who threw his
head back, sucking in his breath, still using his hands to pull Yuki's tee out
of his shorts.	Yuki's running his hands over Boyd's ultra tight abs was
disturbed by Boyd's actions, but it didn't stop Yuki from taking in the
six-pack Boyd was beginning to achieve.

Straightening his head to take in Yuki's chest, Boyd was reassured about his
importance to Yuki by the latter's suddenly shy behavior.  Yuki was looking
away obliquely, afraid that his undeveloped chest and arms would put Boyd off.
He'd never felt that way with any guy before, but this guy was important to him.
He wanted this guy to want him, to . . . love him.

For his part, Boyd could foresee how Yuki's body would look after a year of
labor on construction sites and workouts in Murphy's Gym and how it would look
when he reached his full growth.  The hint of future broad shoulders for a boy
his size was there.  His pecs had achieved only the beginning of swelling
muscles.  His nipples were tiny, set in little brown circles.  Tufts of black
hair peeked out of Yuki's pits because his biceps, when at rest, weren't that
developed.  Boyd ran his hands down Yuki's creamy arms to beautiful hands with
long fingers.  Boyd moved one finger to his mouth, lifting it and licking it
like a lollipop before sucking it into his mouth, watching Yuki's eyes widen
and feeling him shiver.  Boyd knew at last that he wasn't just another guy to
Yuki, for his eyes were wide with wonder.

"I'm not too skinny for you?" Yuki asked, allowing his vulnerability to show.

Boyd allowed Yuki's finger to slip from his mouth.  "Your 'skinny' sets me
on fire, makes me want to shelter you, protect you, possess you, and love
you," Boyd answered.  Boyd's hands circled Yuki's thin waist as he bent
down to gently kiss his boy, sliding his hands under the waistband of Yuki's
shorts and into a filmy undergarment and over the slight, warm curves of
Yuki's ass.  Slowly Boyd gripped his boy's ass cheeks, beginning to massage
them while he continued kissing Yuki, occasionally allowing one of his
fingers to graze Yuki's rosebud.  As he pulled Yuki against him, he moved his
lips away reluctantly, whispering, "Sweet boy, give me your body, please?
Let me lick it, kiss it, eat it.  Let me slide my hard cock into you.  Let me
show you pleasure, love, ecstasy."

'Damn,' Yuki thought.  'No man has ever talked to me this way before,' he
realized, trembling before this man's power.  'It may be a first date,' he
reminded himself, 'but I know I'm falling in love with this guy.  It's love
because it's different from any other time.  I may still look at other guys,
but I want to belong to this guy.'

Boyd slowly eased Yuki's shorts down, kneeling to slide them to his feet and
help him step out of them.  He was entranced by the nearly transparent
undergarment Yuki was wearing, which allowed only a partial glimpse of the hard
flesh and its nearly indistinct black pubic patch contained within.  Boyd
fastened his mouth over the entrapped cock there, working it with his tongue,
saturating the bikini and its hard prisoner with his saliva, gently biting on
the sizeable tube.  He began to hear little whimpers from Yuki.  Looking down
he saw Yuki's feet beginning a shuffle because the pleasure he was feeling was
so intense.  Boyd slowly eased the filmy bikini down Yuki's creamy legs, where
the muscles appeared to be more developed.

It was Boyd's turn to be surprised.  His boy's dick was at least six inches
long and wide for his size.  'I guess it's true,' Boyd thought; 'little guys
have big equipment.'  He was proud of his boy's cock.  A small bush of straight
black hair sat above the hard cock, which featured a wet, bullet head.	Nice
balls in a small, wrinkled pouch completed Yuki's manhood.  "Oh Baby, I love
your cock and balls," Boyd said, beginning to lick away at the treasures he
found there.  For all his youth, Boyd found the faint musk in his baby's crotch
intoxicating.

Yuki's shuffle turned into a dance of sorts.  He was panting as Boyd's mouth
and hands, now working his little ball sack, ramped up his arousal.  Suddenly
he reached his hands into Boyd's pits, luxuriating in the feel of the damp hair
there, pulling him up.	"My turn," he panted at Boyd, who smiled, knowing
that he'd given his little man much pleasure, thinking that it was probably
wise to give him a break.  Yuki unbuckled the belt holding up Boyd's cargoes,
unsnapped the waist, and ran the zipper down, slowly moving the clothing
down those long, tan legs, revealing tighty-whities straining from the hard
cock captured within.

Impatient, Yuki, now on his knees, pulled Boyd's underwear down, freeing a
six-inch cock that wasn't quite as thick as his own.  He felt better knowing
that he matched his man's cock.  The dark bush around the bobbing cock
covered the top of a tight sack of balls the size of walnuts.  Yuki immediately
plunged his face into Boyd's crotch, pulling in the scent of an aroused male.
At the same time, he ran his hands up and down the tanned, muscular, lightly
haired legs, feeling the well-developed muscles there.	He pulled back, loving
the white flesh in his lover's middle, contrasting nicely with his dark tan.

Boyd unceremoniously pulled Yuki up, lifting as he had before when they
were clothed.  Again, Yuki wrapped his legs around Boyd's waist, gasping as
his steely cock was trapped against Boyd's hard, warm stomach.	The feeling of
Boyd's hot skin on Yuki's balls was indescribable.  Of one mind, they moved
into a hot kiss, running their hands all over each other's shoulders, arms,
chest and back.  Yuki couldn't help rubbing his cock up and down on Boyd's hard
abs.  The slight treasure trail there lightly tickled the underside of his cock.
Boyd seized the opportunity to run his fingertips into Yuki's crack, lightly
grazing his rosebud, which contracted.	But Boyd knew Yuki liked it because
he wiggled his cock harder against Boyd's abs and moaned lightly.   Soon the
hot little man was leaking precum on Boyd stomach, making him increase the
tempo of his dance.

Boyd didn't want his man blowing too soon, so he walked them over to the
bed, dumping Yuki backwards on it and then falling flat on top of him.	Yuki
let out with an "Oooomph," setting them both off giggling.  That didn't last
long as they adjusted their bodies to allow for maximum "touching."  Boyd
clasped Yuki's slim legs inside his own as he slid his arms under Yuki's back
and clasped his shoulders from underneath.  Then he started licking, nibbling,
and kissing his boy's face, neck, shoulders, chest and nipples.  Yuki tried to
wiggle beneath his man, but he wasn't very successful.	He was trapped under
that delightfully bigger, heavy, warm body.  By stretching, he slid his hands
over Boyd's ass, turned on by his squeezing the hard muscles there.

Finally Boyd pulled up on his knees, moving his mouth down to his boy's
thighs, which he nibbled, slowly pushing Yuki's legs up to expose his cock,
balls and ass.	He decided to attack the small, tight, darker brown ball sack he
found there.  He laved it with his wet tongue, pausing to suck on balls a little
larger than olives.  He loved his boy's equipment!  Then he moved up to the
hard cock, licking it as he had Yuki's fingers before capturing the head in his
mouth.	He lashed the head with his tongue, suddenly sliding his mouth down
the hard tube as it filled his throat.	His recent practice with the undercover
cop allowed him to ease Yuki's cock into his throat.  Yuki was moaning and
whispering Boyd's name over and over, calling him his man, his lover, his
master.  His words served only to intensify Boyd's lovemaking.

Boyd pulled off the cock, sending his tongue over the tight ball sack and down
Yuki's perineum to his rosebud, which he licked with his tongue, enjoying the
scent of his boy.  Yuki's ass was doing little wiggles, leaving Boyd turned on
by the effect he was having on his lover.  Eventually, the brown rosebud
relaxed enough that he could drive a bit of his tongue inside.	Yuki began
entreating Boyd to fuck him, drill him, tame him, claim him.  Boyd had never
been so turned on - ever!  This was what he'd been missing but craving, this
ability to give a man he loved so much pleasure.

Boyd rose up, reaching into his nightstand for the lube.  Yuki sat up, grabbing
the tube, squeezing out lube on his hand, which he slowly stroked up and
down Boyd's dick, making him suck in his breath.  Yuki looked upon his
man's face worshipfully.  Boyd reveled in the look.  This was his boy.	"I'm
never letting you go," he whispered to Yuki.

"You'll never ever have cause to," Yuki replied.

Boyd gently took the tube from Yuki's hand, dropping it out of the
way on the mattress, taking his lover's hands and sliding them up and down
on his own cock, lubing it as well.  Then he leaned down, kissing Yuki, but
pushing him back down on the bed at the same time.  Before Boyd could direct
his cock onto Yuki's rosebud, Yuki beat him to it by placing it against his
hole, moving it in little circles there, giving them both a buzz.  Boyd slowly
pushed.  Yuki immediately relaxed, allowing his lover a long, slow slide into
his hot, tight chute.  Yuki grooved on the full feeling of Boyd's dick inside
him.  When Boyd hit bottom, he whispered, "You're mine now, to love forever."
With some contortion, he managed to thrust but to bend enough to kiss his boy
too.  Eventually, Yuki leaned back, pushing his ass against Boyd's dick as it
slid deep within him.  They continued making love in this manner, whispering
endearments to each other, commenting on what they were enjoying to spur
the other on.

Then Boyd introduced a new dynamic to his slow pumping:  using his crotch
area, he pushed Yuki down onto the mattress more as he hunched his steel
into Yuki, driving deep.  At the end of his thrust, he pulsed his dick, making
Yuki jerk.  Yuki now writhed around Boyd's dick, moving his ass in circles
around Boyd's dick, ramping up the pleasure both were feeling.	Yuki was so in
thrall that his head dropped back onto the bed, exposing his throat to Boyd,
who leaned forward as he hunched into Yuki, slowly licking up Yuki's throat,
setting him to moaning.  Both men knew their love-making was way too hot to
allow them to hold back their orgasms.	Yuki blew first, for the slide of his
lover's hard, warm stomach on his lubed dick was too torturously wonderful.
His contracting ass muscles set Boyd off.  Their orgasms were long and hard as
Boyd emptied into his lover and Yuki creamed their stomachs.  After he'd
regained his senses, Boyd whispered, "Now I belong to somebody again.  You, my
love."

Eventually, Boyd settled on top of Yuki, lying off a bit to the side so that his
chest wouldn't smash Yuki's face.  When his cock finally eased out of his
boy, he rolled over, grabbing Yuki and pulling him half on top of himself.
They lay like this, absorbed in a wonderful afterglow, trading slow kisses.

"Boyd?"

"Yeah, Babe?"

"I want you to move in with me.  I think it will be okay with Max and Kenji,
and they certainly will understand why we want to be together more. . . . That
is - if you want to be together more."

Boyd was silent for a bit.  "I don't know, Yuki.  I love you, and I'd really
like living with you, but I can't impose on them.  It's their home, you know.
Another guy would fill it up even more.  And I couldn't sponge on them."

"They have a lot of room.  Besides, we'd be in the same bedroom, so you
wouldn't be taking up more room.  I contributed to the household expenses every
pay day for staying with them, so you can do the same.	You'll probably save
money so that you can return to college sooner.  We all take turns with chores
in the house, so you'd do your share too.  You're that kind of guy.  They told
me we're a family now, so as my man, you'd just be joining the family.	I know
they'll say yes.  Kenji told me, now that he has me back, that he wants to keep
me near.  I'm not going out with anybody else, Boyd.  You're what I want, my
lover."  He grinned mischievously.  "And I need to keep track of you.  Don't
want you wandering."

"Well, let's see how we feel tomorrow.	I certainly want to be with you as
much as I can.	I'll never be interested in anyone else, I can tell you that.
I'd love going to sleep and waking up with you in my arms. . . . Finally,
something would seem right in my life."

Yuki snuggled up more against Boyd.  "I wonder how Hal and Drew are
doing?" Yuki mused.  "I overheard Max and Kenji talking about it while I was
getting ready for our date.  The crew is really hoping those two guys finally
pull it together."

"We're in with a really special family," Boyd replied.	"That's why they want
so much success for Hal and Drew.  Maybe for us too."

"I hope we never have to experience as much hurt as those two have.  Sometimes
it made me afraid.  I worried that I wouldn't be strong enough to deal with it
or other bad stuff that happens to people.  But now that I have you, I know
I can."

"Probably no one thinks he's strong enough to deal with losing family and a
lover until it happens to him," Boyd said softly in Yuki's ear.  "I don't think
someone prepares for that.  He just reaches down inside himself and creates
the person who deals with it.  If you and I are made of the right stuff, we'll
deal with trouble when it comes.  Haven't we already proved that?"

"Yeah, but I never had it as rough as you or Kenji or some of the other guys."

"Then be grateful.  But you haven't had it easy either.  A guy has the stuff to
make it, or he doesn't.  I don't think that Brett guy ever had the stuff.  But
Hal and Drew do.  If they want it, they can put it back together again. They
just have to create a new opportunity, let go of the past, and fashion a new
relationship."

"What will happen when we run into problems?" Yuki asked.

"We'll deal with them."

"And if we fail?"

"We aren't alone.  As long as we're around the crew, they'll help us, even if
they need to knock some sense into our heads.  They love us after all.	We're
their little brothers.	Look at what they've done for Hal and Drew.  Although
those two thought it was the end for them, the crew wouldn't let it be
the end.  So as long as we don't want it to be the end, they'll help us."

(To be continued.)