Date: Thu, 02 Jun 2005 12:44:37 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Tourist Motor Court/cottage-court-9

TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 9
by Paul Daventon


Disclaimer

            In the early part of the twentieth century, when motor vehicles
were becoming plentiful, forward thinking individuals figured that those
motorists would often want to find a place they could stay overnight to
continue their journey the next day.  They didn't construct fancy motels
and inns as are frequent today.  The first 'motels' usually contained a
number of small cottages near the office facing a courtyard, and were
called tourist courts.
            These cottages were separated from each other by a distance for
more privacy.  I, personally, remember at a very young age staying at one
of these motor courts with my parents and my sister in the late forties,
while traveling on the early Pennsylvania Turnpike.  At the time I believed
it a wild exciting adventure, sleeping in a cabin-like structure away from
home..
            The Motor Court of which I write is a left-over, still
functioning in the present day. I'm sure the residents are quite different
from those in the forties.  Travel though time with me to see how they
wound up through there in Johnston City, a fictional city in a work of
complete fiction, all characters are fictional and do not represent any
living person.
            All the usual restraints apply to this story.  This story
contains male/male explicit sex. If you don't like that, or are under 18,
please leave.


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Tourist Court - Chapter 9


     Pete continued, "I told the police about the two guys in our motel,
but they have no clues otherwise. It might have been Monty, but I doubt it,
he wouldn't get that close to the crime."
     "Pete, thanks for calling. I hate to feel, though, that he is still
around here." Brett was a little relieved and felt absolved of his poor
judgment, to a certain extent. "Teddy, I think he really is evil, so
hurtful, mean and just plain wicked. I can only think he cast some sort of
spell on me.  I suppose I was ripe and ready for him."  Brett promised
himself he would try not to have a thought about Monty again.  Too bad the
third body wasn't Monty.
     Ted realized his job at the moment was to help Brett forget the man,
scourge him from his lover's mind.  So, Ted began his horrible duty by
kissing all over Brett's body, starting at his neck and sculpted pectoral
slabs, licking the inviting nipples.  Each time Ted flicked his tongue over
the nub on Brett's breast, Brett shivered, seemingly chilled, though warmed
him down to his scrotum dangling between his thighs.  That scrotum was
slowly creeping upward, closer to the base of his cock, tightening the
soft, folded skin over his balls.
     Ted was immensely overburdened in his task.  So much to do and so
little time.  He was sure Brett wouldn't hold out much longer.  With that
thought in mind, Ted slid his mouth over Brett's soft, swollen glans,
licking the sensitive surface, round and round.  His tongue savored the
oozing precum, so smooth and sexy to his taste.
     Brett was holding on, his hands in Ted's hair, smoothing and caressing
it while thrusting his pelvis up, trying to push his cock further down
Teddy's throat.  His reservoir of semen and seed seemed to be trying to
relieve itself by spewing a tsunami into Ted's throat.
     Ted was caressing Brett's body, all he could reach to bring him off as
best he could. One hand held Brett's balls, handling them gently with his
fingers.  The other hand had pushed under Brett to fondle his inner thighs,
loaded with sensitive receptors and finally between his buttocks until his
long finger edged through his anus, seeking the warmth he knew lived there.
Brett jerked his whole body when Ted succeeded running his finger through
the sphincter into the fires and flames inside.  Finally he managed to poke
Brett's prostate, setting him up for his oncoming explosion.
     While Brett's cock thrust totally inside Ted's mouth, Ted felt it
swelling larger, making it more difficult to keep inside his mouth. But Ted
persevered and held on until the younger man erupted down his throat,
showering Ted's gullet with streams of semen, hot and white and curdled.
Brett sat up, holding Ted's head tightly in his crotch while his cock
pulsed and throbbed sending electric shocks up through his nervous system,
making his spine tingle spastically while he continued to thrill in his
passion. He so loved his 'Teddy', the man for his life.
     When Brett finished, he collapsed, allowing his taut muscles to relax
and his sexual excitement to fade into the remnants of his essence, being
absorbed into Ted's body. Ted slowly removed his finger from Brett's
rectum.
     He moaned, deep in his chest, "Teddy, I now know I'm right, so right
that you let me chose you.  Even more you chose me. I love you, man,
forever."  Brett gripped Teddy with arms and hands of steel, a wrestler's
tools on his lover's body.
     At that point Ted realized that he had cum between Brett's legs,
splashing his semen on those beautiful thighs and calves when Brett had
cum..
     "Brett, for the first time in my life I've cum without anything or
anyone touching my dick, I came with you, babe, and didn't realize it.  Now
we have to change the sheets, " he chuckled, "and since you didn't spill
any of your little swimmers on them, it's all in my stomach, making you a
real part of me, dear heart.  I love you so, man, so much."
     Brett pulled Ted on top of him, holding his head against his own,
"Teddy, I thank you so much for loving me, babe, you have a very hot mouth,
I love it.  By the way, I could feel your cock explode, I'm probably
covered with your jism, spreading as we lay here." He felt indebted to Ted
for his loving kindnesses, he thought, 'How could I repay his wonderful
adoration.'
     Ted also was thinking about Brett, what he could do for him. He
thought, 'I have a great idea. I'll offer Bran a night with Brett.  Whoops,
no, I'll have Brett offer himself for a night to Bran. They should have had
that some years ago, should have been able to love each other
sexually. Now, how can I accomplish that without hurting their feelings?
Must think about that.'
     Ted rolled off Brett's body, he knew Brett was strong, but his dead
weight might be too much for very long. He held Brett's soft cock, limp
like an overcooked noodle, but it was his to adore.
     "Brett, I'm afraid we can't get married, or even dedicate ourselves to
each other, thanks to the fucking politicians in this state, and
nationally, but I want you to know in my heart that I feel married to you,
I also am devoted to you for the rest of our lives."  Ted laughed,
genuinely happy, "We could do as a friend and I managed when we were
fourteen, we became blood brothers by cutting ourselves and pressing our
hands together while it was flowing. That was 5 years ago and I remember
that clearly, really made quite an impression on me.
     "Something else bothers me, too, hon. Bran and I talked about a lot of
stuff, but one thing he said was you two had never had sex together. Is
that right?"
     Brett reached over to lay a hand on Ted's buttocks, caressing them,
delving between them. "Yes, that's true.  Oh, soon after we reached
puberty, we'd jack off together for a while, but not for long.  I loved him
all that time, but was afraid if I made advances, he'd drill me another ass
hole."
     "Do you know that Bran has loved you ever since those jackoffs, and
actually before?"
     Brett turned to look into Ted's eyes, "Is that true? Honest." He was
surprised, but thrilled.
     "Yes, Brett, he told me that, babe, and I can tell he loves you just
as much now.  Just think of that kiss he gave you.  Can you believe
anything else?"  Ted added, "You told me he got erections when wrestling
with you, just as you did.  Would he have gotten those with anyone else?
Did you get those with anyone else?"
     Brett had tears in his eyes, thinking about Bran loving him so
much. "No and no." He felt so sorry for Bran, and for himself.
     Ted could feel Brett sobbing softly against his body, breathing
heavily, deeply. "Babe, I have an idea that might help you and Bran.  It
would be all right with me."
     Sobbing, Brett managed to get out, "Wh .. wha ..what's that?"
     "I think, sincerely, babe, you need to spend a night with Bran in this
cottage. I deeply believe you two deserve to know each other that way, you
should have done it long ago. There would have been no Monty if you had. I
truly believe you both need to be together just a bit. By the way, Brett, I
never told Bran about Monty, nothing."
     Brett was silent, Ted heard nothing but soft breathing on his part.
Apparently Brett was thinking about it.  He didn't disagree with a loud,
determined vote of 'no'.
     "I worry about you, Teddy, if I did that would you be hurt?  Would you
hate me?  Can I really help Bran that way?" He kissed Ted over his face,
forehead, nose, eyes and cheeks, "I don't want to do anything that would
jeopardize our relationship."  He clung to Ted, still not breathing as
usual, "I do love Bran entirely, but he's not the man for me, you are!"
     That got to Ted's heart and emotions, he was intense when he said,
"Brett, it won't hurt anything between us. As I said, you guys should have
been having sex for at least two or three years by now.  You love each
other and sexual loving should go along with that, particularly at this
stage of your lives."
     Brett spoke so softly, Ted could hardly hear, "It's okay with me,
too."
     "Good."  Ted started kissing Brett everywhere, under his arms, between
his legs, even between his buttocks. He tongued Brett's little rose bud,
along the slit and around the little wrinkles with a quick poke
inside. Brett was vibrating when he finished, lost in a passionate daze in
his love for 'his' Teddy.
     Ted decided to wait for a while as Brett thought about it more, no
need over pushing.
     The two handsome young men were asleep within a few minutes, still
tangled with each other's limbs, their skin touching everywhere possible;
their Saturday night well taken care of.


* * * * *


     Sunday afternoon, about 3 o'clock, a sparkling , dark red, new
mini-van drove into the Tourist Court and stopped in front of the office.
The man driving checked out the vehicle all the way around, brushing a bit
of dust or two with his handkerchief, then walked into the office.
     "Hi, is Pete Johnston around?"
     "Sure, I'll get him," Ted said, wondering why the new van stopped,
looked brand new.
     Pete appeared in the office and greeted the man, "Hi, George, is it
all ready?"
     "Yes, sir." He smiled at Pete, then Ted.
     Pete turned to Ted, "Could you hold the fort for about ten
minutes. I'll be back soon."
     "Sure, Dad."  Now Ted really wondered what was going on.  'What's Dad
doing?'
     Pete got in the driver's seat while 'George' got in the other front
seat.
     After they left, Ted was busy with four new guests who filled up the
motel. He turned on the No Vacancy sign.  The new van interested him, but
why did Dad drive away?'
     About ten minutes later Pete drove in and parked right in front of the
office.  He got out to walk around the van, checking all the exposed parts,
making sure it was all right.
     Ted went out to ask, "Dad, what the hell is this?" He guessed, "You
bought a van, didn't you?"  He couldn't believe his Dad would go buy a van,
he usually didn't do things like without talking about it with the
family. Then he realized, 'they did have a lot of money, and Dad was happy
to spent some of it.'
     "Yup, that I did.  Like it?"  Pete was giving nothing away. He grinned
and pulled Ted around to the driver's seat, "Get in, I'll get your brothers
and you take them for a ride. It has a full tank of gas, but remember that
gas is expensive."
     Pete was delirious, so happy. All he had was an old truck and Ted just
had the old convertible.  They needed a vehicle that would hold all of them
and this van would hold Ted, Tim, Tom, Bobby, Brett and Frank. And him.
Perfect.
     Ted wasn't gone long. All the kids were excited. Pete asked, "Where's
Brett?"
     "I don't know."
     "Well, go get him and get Frank, too. We have got to see if we all fit
inside."
     Another ten minutes before Ted was back. "I got 'em, Dad."
     Pete got in the second passenger row of seats, "Okay, everyone, listen
up. I'm taking all of us out to eat. We are going to Fort Wayne to a great
restaurant I know, I've made reservations for five o'clock and we ought to
make that easily.  Yes, I bought this beauty.  I love it. And especially
important is that we fit."
     Ted drove with Brett in the passenger seat next to him.  Brett was
disappointed because he couldn't hold hands with Ted. Pete realized what
his problem was, "Brett, we all realize that you and Ted are practically
married." That remark started lots of noise from the younger sibing
boys."You had your honeymoon, didn't you?  Well, sure. So if you want to
hold hands, or most anything else," everybody laughed, "anytime you want
to, you can. And I can sit with Frank and hold hands, too, or most anything
else." They laughed again. The young boys snickered in their usual way,
toilet and sexy references got to them.  That stage Pete decided was one
he'd be very happy to see the end of.
     Pete had left a sign on the office door that they would be back by
seven p.m. Any new guests would just have to wait.  Since the Tourist Court
filled up every night, Pete wasn't worried.  He didn't tell them, but the
celebration was because he and Frank were mostly together and Brett and Ted
were too. He wasn't sure about Tim and Tom.
     Pete had also brought along a Real Estate advertising brochure that
had many pages of homes for sale in Johnston City.  He and Frank were going
to check it out on the way. They both wanted a home which belonged to
neither one, but to both. Pete had not planned to live forever in the
Tourist Court.  His boys needed better than that.


* * * * *


     Pete's boys had just eaten almost everything on the menu, wiping out
the day's profits from the motel.  But, they were having a good time and he
didn't want to discourage them.
     When they got back to the Tourist Court, Pete and Frank headed for
Pete's bedroom. Both took a shower, separately, donned a soft robe, then
got comfortable on the king-size bed.  Frank stretched out beside Pete and
slipped his hand inside Pete's robe. His fingers found a delightfully perky
nipple on Pete's chest, just in time to push back the robe and let his lips
do the walking.
     Ted was taking care of registering new guests and satisfying old ones
with special requests.  He could barely hear Pete and Frank in his bedroom.
He had a good idea of how they were playing around, but only wished them
happiness.
     When the office phone rang, Ted answered to hear Amanda Warren
speaking.
     "Hi. Mrs. Warren, this is Ted." He was concerned, "How are you doing?"
     She could hear that concern and reported she was doing okay. "I wanted
to talk to Pete or Frank, are they around?"
     Ted automatically blushed, "Ah, they ... ah .... they are a little
busy right how." He didn't want to say they were fucking in Pete's bed.
"Could I have one of them call you back ... oh ...  maybe in a half hour or
so."
     Amanda laughed, "It's okay, Ted, don't disturb them, I wouldn't want
to interrupt them.  When they get a chance, no hurry."  She was blushing
herself, realizing where they were doing whatever.
     "Sure, I'll tell them when they com .... ah ... when they are
finished."  He decided that wasn't any better. Then he really was
embarrassed, "Sorry, I'm not doing very well here."
     Mrs. Warren was laughing, "It's okay, Ted, I understand.  Don't
worry. I'll wait."
     "My Dad just bought a new van that will hold all of us and Frank and
Brett. We drove to Fort Wayne for dinner in celebration."
     "That's great, Ted. Just tell him I called. Thanks Ted, bye."
     "Bye."


* * * * *


     Pete and Frank emerged from the bedroom just about a half hour later.
     "Hey, Ted, whazzup?" The men were supremely happy and Pete felt
ornery.
     "Mrs. Warren called and wanted to talk to one or both of you. I told
her ... ah .. ah that you'd call back as soon as you were finished ." Ted
blushed again, "Guess I didn't say that very well?"
     Pete looked at Frank, and grinned. "Oh well, that's okay. I assume she
was home. Did she sound okay?"  Ted nodded.
     Frank suggested, "Why don't we just go around to see her?"
     "Good idea."
     "Ted, we'll be back, probably in an hour or so. How is cottage 5,
cleaned up?"
     "The police took everything away and it's cleaned. I can handle
it. And we changed the sheets in Cottage 8, so it's ready. " Ted was
pleased with himself for remembering those tasks.


* * * * *


     Amanda Warren invited the two still-young men into her house.  Frank
had been there often, always amazed at the beauty of the place. The house
was a mansion with expensive furniture, many real antiques, no
reproductions, assuming they could tell the difference.
     "Your house is so beautiful, Amanda, yet very livable, a fine home.
We are looking for a home you know, something big enough for our total
family," he smiled, "and that seems to be increasing all the time."  He
smiled and sighed, "When I came here just a few months ago, I was here by
myself with an old Tourist Court to put into good order.  I had no one
else, and now I have four sons, a son-in-law and a wonderful partner."
     "Pete, I'd say you have done well. You have saved one boy from a life
of running, then three boys who would be in an orphanage or split up in
foster homes, plus consoling a man who'd been deprived of his partner.  And
you saved a good young man who was losing his way.  In doing so, you
managed to inherit a fantastic son-in-law, and a partner for one adopted
son."
     'Thanks to you, Amanda, for all your help." Pete felt so grateful for
his family, loving each and every one, plus his personal lover.  He was
about to give in to his emotions when Frank spoke up.
     "Amanda, you knew Jim and I think liked him. We were so perfectly
matched when fate lurched in and took him.  That time without him nearly
destroyed my mind." He looked at Pete, "And now I've found another
wonderful man plus a whole family to love, too.  Thank you, Pete, I will
never be able to repay you for all your kindnesses to me, especially your
love." Frank had been filled with his affections, his eyes moist and aglow,
staring at his lover.
     "Gentlemen, to celebrate your day, I want some champagne. Let me
ring." She pressed a button on the arm of her chair. Within a few seconds,
a handsome young man appeared in the doorway. "Pete Johnston and Frank
Warren, this is my secretary, Jon Hamlin, who doubles as a butler at
times." The men stood to shake hands with him offering the usual polite
comments.  Inside they both were wondering, 'a butler'?  Looking at each
other, they thought, 'A butler?'
     "Jon, we need a bottle of champagne and three, no four, glasses. You
stay when you return. I want you to get to know these men." Jon Hamlin
bowed, then left the room.
     "Pete, Frank has seen my treasure, but you should also.  On the
fireplace mantle over here." The three people walked over the thick
Oriental carpet to stand in front to the fireplace.
     "On the mantle you see an ancient clock owned by George Washington, it
was in his home at Mount Vernon until he died.  Then it went to a relative
of his, who passed it down his family tree until I received it twenty years
ago, inherited from my great uncle, Peter. I am very pleased to have it and
to be able to show it off." The tone of her words showed how proud of it
she was, for its provenance and probable value.
     Both men approved the piece of history and said so.
     Jon Hamlin returned with the champagne and flute glasses.  Frank loved
it, but Pete was not a man to drink, however he sipped it as they talked.
After Jon Hamlin delivered the champagne, he sat while Amanda reviewed
their conversation, principally what Pete had accomplished in just a few
months.
     "Hey, Pete, how would you like to adopt another son, I'm available!
Since I grew up in Johnston City, I've often noticed the Tourist Court,
dreaming up all sorts of stories about people's experiences, those which
could have happened." He smiled, "I'm a writer with a wonderful sponsor."
He nodded toward Amanda.
     "You are a more wonderful woman than I thought, Amanda." Pete gushed a
bit about her good works.  "Have you completed any books, Jon?"
     Jon shook his head sadly, "Not yet. I've started a few, but haven't
been able to finish. I have a book of short stories I could show you.  In
fact I'd like you and Frank to consider reading it and commenting on the
stories, if you would."
     Frank answered for them, "We'd be happy to Jon, anything for a budding
writer."
     Amanda spoke up, "Jon, why don't you take these men up to your
room. Show them how you are set up. Then come back here."
     "Come on, Pete and Frank, I'll give you the tour."
     He led them to Monty's old room, showing them the computer he was
using. "I had to reformat the hard drive before I could use it. The C drive
was wiped clean for some reason, but it is fine now, I installed Windows XP
and was off."
     Pete couldn't believe Amanda installed Jon in this room.  "Jon, has
Amanda told you about her son, Monty?"
     "No, Pete, I knew she had one, but that he had left home."
     "I should tell you Monty didn't leave willingly, so if you hear
pounding on the outside door of this room, do not answer it.  Amanda
changed the locks when Monty left, so he wouldn't have the key.  I beg you,
don't let him in. Okay?"
     "Sure, Pete, I don't understand, but I won't."
     "Jon, Frank and I would like you to stop over at the Tourist
Court. We'll show you the whole place, maybe you will have some thoughts
for your books."
     "Actually, Jon, we'd just like to talk with you, you are quite a young
man."
     Pete had decided it wasn't his place to tell Jon that much about Monty
     Frank told Jon what a great place he had, especially for writing, "You
shouldn't be bothered by people other than Amanda. How old are you, Jon?"
     "I'm 21, Frank, just finished college, English degree from University
of Toledo.  I haven't found a job in my field, so, with my sponsor, I can
write and do a little butlering on the side." He smiled, "I enjoy both
jobs."
     "Let's go back to Amanda, we have something to talk to her
about. Thanks for showing us your room."
     "You're welcome, but why do I feel that you've been here before?" Jon
smiled suspiciously, but not worried. The two men ignored his feelings
about them.
     Back in the living room Pete and Frank sat again with the other two.
     "My asking you here was to mention somewhere I think you might live.
Next to this house is another much like it, though much less expensive and
smaller.  It's dark now, but here is a photo of it. I bought it a few years
ago so I would have a voice about who would be living there.  At the
present time I have a family renting the home, however they are planning to
move soon to Columbus. The father works there and comes home on the
weekends, not a situation the family wants to prolong.  I would guess
within 3 or 4 months, they will be leaving."
     "Why are you telling us, Amanda, we haven't actually decided what
we'll do."  Frank nodded, looking lost.
     "Boys, boys," Amanda chided, smiling with love for these men. "You
want a home for all of the family, that's right?"  She counted in her head,
"That would be six, plus guests."
     "Sounds right, that's the number, with two accessories, Brett and
Derek.  Sounds like six bedrooms, or maybe just five with Tim and Tom in
the same bedroom." He looked at Frank, "I'm sure they would like that."
     Frank smiled mischievously, thinking of the two boys together and
really in love. "Yeah, I guess they'd like a room together."  Frank's
personality had changed so much entirely because of Pete's love and caring
attitude.
     They talked to Amanda and Jon about the house next door for almost
half an hour.  Amanda was willing to lease it to Pete and Frank, for as
long as they wanted it. She would very much like to have them as neighbors,
not wanting to sell it.
     Pete asked, "Amanda, would you be upset or hurt if we didn't lease the
house next door?  We are both thinking about it, but may want to buy a
house for our family."
     "Pete and Frank, I would love having you live next door, but, don't
worry about not doing that, I will eventually find someone.  I regard you
two as friends, for that I'm satisfied. Whatever you guys do or want to
do."
     "This decision will be one all six of us have to agree on.  We'll get
back to you soon."
     Frank and Pete walked home, trying to come to a consensus in their
thoughts and opinions.
     "Pete, would you rather buy a house than lease this one?"  Frank was a
little worried.. "I know she's my aunt, but I'm not sure.  If we sold my
house we'd have enough to buy a good one, including some your money,
too. We could put a sizable chunk down, then get a mortgage."
     "I think we need to sell our boys on the idea of having our own
house. You know, we really haven't looked at houses.  I would like a house
not far from the motel. That street in back of the woods has some very big
houses on it, we might find something there. I sure hope that Amanda isn't
unhappy we didn't pick up on the lease right away. I immediately felt I
didn't want to do it. And I felt you didn't either."
     "Yeah, Pete, I'm right with you. I trust your instincts with my mind
and heart, I know you won't direct the family any way but right."  Inside,
Frank couldn't believe how wonderful he felt.  He had mourned Jim long
enough.  Pete has five advantages over Jim, he has four sons, one son-
in-law and a couple hangers on.  He is so excited about being a father,
something he never thought he'd be, ever!


* * * * *


     The next day, Monday, Brett made sure to see Bran after classes.  Bran
didn't live far from the school, and normally walked to school.  Brett made
sure he could take Bran home in his Infinity convertible, where they sat
before Bran went inside.
     "Bran, I have something to ask you about, Ted said I should and I want
to very much. He and I were talking last night in Cottage 8.  My Dad let me
spend the night with him and help out the Johnston's with keeping the motel
in shape."  Thinking to himself, 'Yes, I help Ted change the sheets there
after we splooged all over them' He giggled inside, but wanted to keep this
very serious.
     Brett turned in the driver's seat toward Bran, his right leg bent on
the seat.  "Bran, question number one, do you love me?"  He was praying Ted
was right, almost breathless.
     Bran reddened from head to toes, immediately warmed throughout. "Ah
... well ... ah"
     Brett broke in, "Ted told me you said you love me and have forever. Is
that right?"
     That statement didn't help Bran's color, but he did answer, "Yes,
Brett, forever."
     "I, too, have loved you just as long, right?"
     "Yes, I know that."
     "Ted also said that we should have expressed our love to each other,
that is, made love."
     "Yes, Brett," Bran's eyes were flooding, "I was scared."  He looked
down, regretfully, tears dripping down his cheeks, flaming red..
     "So was I, Bran. I was afraid we wouldn't be best friends anymore."
     Bran didn't answer right away, "I feared that, love, I wish that could
have been."
     "Ted said he thinks we should do that, make love. Maybe only once
would help us."
     Bran looked up quickly, into Brett's eyes, he own eyes wide and
excited. "You mean it?"  He grabbed Brett's thigh near him, holding
tight. "You will let me ... ah ... make love to you?"
     "Yes, love," he smiled warmly at Bran, "it won't change our situation,
I'm still committed to Ted and that will stay.  But I will always love you,
Branford Little, always." His tears flowed.  "When?"
     "Could you get away from home tonight?  I mean all night?"  Brett was
getting anxious and eager, his heart fast and hard, "I honestly want this
to happen as soon as possible." He rested his hand on top of Bran's still
on his thigh.
     "My Mom doesn't care where I am, she doesn't give a shit, Brett. I
would give anything to be with you tonight to make love with you. I'll
treasure that experience to my dying day."
     "Bran, we are having a family meeting tonight to decide on finding a
house for all of us, and I'd like you to be there as my best friend."
Brett could hardly contain his eagerness and excitement. For a moment he
thought he was hyperventilating, but soon calmed down. He picked up Bran's
hand to hold it his, wrapping their fingers around each other's thumb.
     "Bran, I want so bad to kiss you now, but we'd better not, I'll give
you plenty tonight."
     Cars and pedestrians flowed by Brett's car, so no way could they kiss
with impunity.
     Bran squeezed Brett's hand, hard, "I'll be waiting for them, Brett, if
I live that long before my heart bursts.." He smiled at Brett, cupped his
friend's crotch, got out of the car and disappeared into his mother's
house.  He was thinking about jacking off, but decided to wait.
     Brett headed home, his heart pumping at a terrific rate. A long ago
dream of his would become reality soon.  He smiled as his cock began to
rise as much as it could in his pants.  He patted it gently, promising
little Brett an especially good time that night.


* * * * *


     After the Johnston's family had dinner with friends Derek, Bran and
Brett, too, though he and Derek were practically family, the honored
son-in-law and his best friend.  The meal had been a festive gathering,
nine mouths downing food by the bucketful.  Pete had made tons of sloppy
joe mix with sandwich buns, relishes, chips and ice cream for dessert.
     The conversations never stopped, even when most mouths were full,
somehow they managed to speak through their bites.  A lot of teasing,
joking and jibing went on but always in a fun way, no hard knocks to or
from anyone.
     The family and guests after dinner were seated in the living room, the
younger boys sitting on the floor while the 'oldsters' got the soft chairs,
the way it should have been.
     "The meeting is called to order!" Pete's commanding voice was able to
quiet the whole bunch, well, except for Bobby, until a large hand covered
his mouth. "Gentlemen, the topic under discussion will be: do we want a
house to live in, do we know where a house is which would hold all of us,
and do we have any money?
     He continued. "My opinion is to buy a house for all of the family and
we do have enough money. But I don't know where a house is we could fit in
near by the motel. I think we should live near the Tourist Court, since we
have to manage it.  So far only me, Frank, Brett and Ted are really able to
run the business at the present time." Pete looked around, spotting Bran,
thinking he might want to earn some money. "Tim and Tom are almost ready,
but need a couple years of seasoning. I'm also wondering if Bran would like
to earn money by working here."
     Bran raised his arm, waving it back and forth as he did in school,
"Me, me. I would like to do that.  I'm big, bigger than Brett (he looked at
Brett and grinned) and I'm good in math and wrestling."  When he saw
everyone staring at him, he blushed, but still smiled at everyone.
     "Hey, that's great, Bran, I'll talk to you later if you can wait."  At
that both Brett and Ted grinned at Bran, knowing he'd be around quite a
while that night.  He had told his mother he would be staying with his best
friend, Brett. He didn't mention it would be at the Tourist Court, not
Brett's home.
     "Also, I think we've lived here at the Tourist Court long enough. We
need a regular home. What do you guys think?"
     At the next moment everyone was speaking, including the guests.  The
talk was confusing.
     "Okay, whoa guys. How about one by one.  Just raise your hands, how
many want to move to a new house?"
     Pete counted eight hands raised. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'not that many in
the family here.'
     "Okay, that passed one hundred and twenty percent.  Now, where shall
we look for a big house? Does anyone know of a house for sale near the
Tourist Court, it has to be a big one."
     Brett raised his hand, "Pete, My parents live on Maple Street, the one
behind the woods, a few blocks down.  My grandparents, my father's parents,
live next door. I think they have decided to move to Florida and would sell
their house.  It is in wonderful condition and has five bedrooms, four
bathrooms, four-car garage and full basement rec room.  I have played there
since I started walking." He grinned, "That was just last week."  He
groaned along with everyone else. Ted just wanted to hug Brett, squeeze him
tight and kiss up a storm.
     "Brett, when can you find out for sure, things like when they will be
moving, how much they would want for the house, would they sell the
furniture, too, and when could we be able to look inside?"
     Brett smiled, "They are still in New England and won't be back for a
couple of weeks. I have the key and could let you in to look around.  I
still would ask my Dad if I can."  Brett felt so warm and comfortable with
this family. At home only his father was there for him. He never had any
siblings, though Bran took the place of a brother he'd always wanted. He
looked at Ted, and found him looking back. He made the sign language for 'I
Love You' to Ted and it was returned.  They didn't realize that other
members of the family also could read sign language.
     "Brett, I think we'll take you up on the viewing. Would you talk to
your Dad, maybe we could look at it tomorrow afternoon or the next day?"
Brett nodded, hoping to help 'his' family.
     Pete got everyone's attention, "Hey, ya'll, listen to The Dad." He
waited, "Some more information for you.  Frank is going to sell his home
and help us buy a house with his sale. He will be living with us, of
course. The main thing is we want everyone to be comfortable, to have their
own space, at least a bit of it. AND, we want space for our guests.  Brett
says the basement is all finished, plenty of space for playing games and
partying.
     "I think we better talk to your father, Brett, as soon as we get a
chance to examine it."
     "That's good, Pete, I'll set up a meeting for you. I know Dad will be
pleased to have it purchased easily without a lot of work on his part."
Brett smirked, "I'd call him lazy, but he says he's just conserving
energy."  Then he couldn't keep from laughing. The whole family joined him.
     Pete closed the meeting, saying they would keep everyone informed.


* * * * *

     After the meeting, Bran talked to Pete for a few minutes, confirming
his wish to help in the Tourist Court. Pete felt sure they could use Bran a
lot.
     "It won't be a lot of pay, Bran, but it will be steady work.  We'll
try it for a while, get you used to the job."
     "That'll be great, Pete, when do I start?"
     "I think maybe tomorrow night. Okay."
     "That's fine, boss," Bran joked with Pete, "I have plans for
tonight. See you."
     Bran headed out for Cottage #8, to meet his dream man.


* * * * *


     Bran had often seen Brett naked in the shower rooms in the high
school, plus many times when the two young men went camping or traveling.
But when he watched his best friend do a strip for him in Cottage #8, he
damn near fainted. His breathing was rapid, shallow and irregular.  He was
shaking, his limbs and whole body shook, his overworked nerves and
excitement were not helping.
     Bran's eyes were flicking from side to side, trying to see all of
Brett's body at once.  He was sitting on the bed and stared at Brett's hot
chest, flat slabs of pectorals, muscles up and down his torso, his broad
shoulders and narrow waist, finally his beautiful bubble butt.  He stared
at those buttocks when Brett bent over to remove his pants from his feet,
and showed his pink rosebud at the center of his ass.
     Bran groaned emotionally, calling out "Brett, man , my Brett, you are
so gorgeous."
     By the time Brett had completely stripped, his cock was hard as steel,
straight out from his crotch, his balls pulled tightly to the base. Bran
had never seen Brett's cock hard, had no idea it was so huge, well over 7
inches, he thought. Then he worried, 'Damn, if he wants to fuck me, and
with that monster, he'll split me in two.' Bran had never been fucked,
hadn't really thought of it.  'What will I do?  I know, I'll let him stuff
my ass no matter how much it hurts.'
     "Okay, now, babe, it's your turn." Brett stood in front of Bran,
"There's no hurry, Bran, we'll be here all night. He bent over and kissed
Bran on the lips, letting his tongue slide over his wet, red lips, sexy
lips with arousing curves at the corners. "Bran." Brett knelt in from of
him.  "You don't seem to be much of a kisser. How come?"
     Bran blushed, "Brett, I've had no practice. I'd never kissed my father
or mother nor any girl." He frowned, "I tried to kiss Keith once when we
played with each other. He said 'NO'. He said it was a gay thing, he didn't
do that. I was embarrassed and didn't play with him again."
     Brett pulled Bran to stand up where he hugged him with his naked body,
he shivered to feel Bran's hands over his back and buttocks. "I love you,
Bran, now show me your treasures."
     Bran was naked in a minute, clothes on the other bed, not thrown but
carefully laid out.  Brett quickly noted the high points of a physique
while Bran still stood.  His form was much like Brett's, just a little
heavier and beefier, but with a beautiful male model's grace and appeal.
He did note that Bran's cock, a steel rod, was a bit over average, shorter
than Brett's, but with a huge head, a swollen glans wider than his shaft.
     Brett slowly stood to move against Bran where they grasped each
other's body and closed. They realized their dripping cocks were sliding
around between their abdomens, setting both into arousing sensations.
     "Bran, let's get into bed. I don't want to hurry at all. We have all
night and I want to make love to you all that time." He kissed Bran on his
wonderfully formed lips, "Let's go, lover."
     Bran was thrilled and more excited when Brett called him 'lover', he
wasn't discounting Ted, but once he was Brett's lover, it would last for
all time to him.  He was having trouble keeping to the proposed schedule of
just one night. "I'm ready, lover," he smiled, "I love that word, Brett, as
much as I love you."
     Brett pulled down the blanket and sheet, then hopped in holding out
his arms for Bran.  They came together in a grinding crush of their naked
bodies, writhing their limbs while kissing voraciously in their nestling
holds.  A thought of wrestling came to both young men, regretting they
hadn't managed to be together before, but realized they had many memories
of fighting on the wrestling mats.
     Brett pulled back a little, "Bran, I wish you'd tell me what you want
to do, or what you want me to do for you. I assume you have a clear idea of
what we could do."
     "Yeah, Brett, I do. How about a sixty-nine first?"
     That wasn't a favorite for Brett, though he had never done it.  He
felt it would be hard to suck someone while you were being sucked.  "Bran,
if it wouldn't bother you, I would prefer to have you suck me off, then
I'll do you. Then we both can concentrate on pleasing our partner, not
worry about our own feelings. Okay?"
     "Sure." Bran was eager for anything, something right away.
     "Have you ever sucked anyone?"
     "I tried once with Keith, but didn't do very well. But now it will be
with the man I love."
     Bran moved between Brett's muscular thighs, leaned over to grab his
cock, standing high, throbbing and swaying.  He stuck out his tongue to
like the head, finding it so soft and sweet on his tongue.  After putting
his lips on it, he slowly lowered his head until the glans reached the back
of his mouth.  He gagged a little, then pulled back a bit.  He started to
actually suck, keeping his lips tight, creating a vacuum in his mouth.
     "Ah, Bran, when sucking a cock you don't really suck much.  It is more
pleasurable for your partner if you keep your tongue moving, licking it,
laving it, especially the head and just below the head where it splits.
That's the most sensitive part. You can move your head up and down, too,
but tonguing works best. Just try it."
     Bran kept at Brett's cock with the method Brett suggested.  He was
doing very well, Brett thought, 'cause he was going to explode very soon.
Just thinking that it was Bran who had his cock in his mouth was building
the excitement quickly.
     "Bran, do you want to swallow what I give you?  If not, just s little
more and I'll cum."
     Bran just growled in his throat, move his hands faster over Brett's
chest, whole body. He stayed with his idea and Brett yelled. "Bran, I'm
cumming, I'm here now."
     Brett's body seized up, tensed and pulled taut muscles.  He was
raising his butt, shoving his cock farther into Bran's mouth.
     "Ahh, nghg, here it comes!"  Brett was practically screaming, "Love
me, Bran." He grabbed Bran, hugging him, his hands all over his body,
especially his full, narrow buttocks.  Bran slid up Brett's body to kiss
Brett and pass on his load, into his mouth.
     Brett held Bran's nakedness to him, rubbing and caressing him. Bran's
head slipped beside Brett's, cheek to cheek, and he whispered in his ear,
"Brett, I love you as I always have."
     After they had rested, Brett pushed Bran off him to the side. "Okay,
now Bran I will do my best for you.  I haven't sucked much, just a little
on Ted, but I hope it's good for you."
     Once Brett's mouth drank in Bran's cock, Bran was moaning and
squirming, his limbs flopping around, "Oh, god, Brett, that's so good.
Keith would never suck my cock, he was scared."  The most wonderful
sensations were sent from his cock throughout his groin, and to his brain
where they blossomed like bursting rockets contained inside.  His nerves
were jangling with powerful surges of erotically strong senses, he was
practically zoned out with all the input of desire and passion deep in his
loins and brain.
     "Brett, Brett, I'm cumming, it's cumming.  Ungh, ngha, I'm there."  He
raised his hips to get his cock farther into Brett's mouth.  "Good lord, my
god that's way over anything I've ever felt.  I thank you, lover, you are
the greatest. I'll remember that all my life, I promise you."
     As the two rested, Brett was pleased to kiss Bran and dump his cum on
his tongue.
     "You, Bran, are the greatest. I do love you, man, so much." he paused,
"I'm sorry I can't say I'm in love with you, that's Ted, but I love you
like a brother and a partner. We are now connected to each other. What do
you think?"
     "I'm with you, Brett, I love you and would be your partner if I could,
but I know Ted comes first. Maybe I will meet someone who will love me like
you love Ted."
     They squeezed each other with passionate movements, loving every bit.
     Then the heard a scream and a cry for help.
     "What was that?"  "I don't know?" "What should be do, it seemed to
come from nearby."
     Next a knock came at the door, "Brett, Bran, are you all right?"  It
was Ted who had been sleeping in Cottage #7 right next door.
     "Come in, Ted."  Brett wanted to know what was happening.
     Ted opened the door, then stood by their bed, ignoring the naked men
lying there.
     "I don't know what it is, I thought in might be you guys, but not it
must be in the woods. I think we'd better find out."
     Brett and Bran slid into their pants and shoes, heading outside with
Ted.
     They ran back into the woods and heard another scream.
     "Over there," Ted directed, "Must be coming from there."
     Soon they saw two men, one lying on the ground, one standing over him.
The man on the ground wasn't moving.
     "Hey, you there, what the hell are you doing?"  Then Ted saw that the
standing man was Monty, bent over doing something with the other man's
pants.
     The three began running toward them.
     Monty left the man on the ground, "Hah, you're too late, I got his
balls."
     Ted, Brett and Bran ran directly the one on the ground.
     "Hey, that's the guy from Amanda's house."
     "Yeah," Monty yelled, "and he was in MY room. He won't be again.  I
got him."
     "What the hell did you do, Monty, you son of a bitch, you mean
bastard?"
     By that time Ted could see that the man bare from navel to knees, his
pants and shorts pulled down. He also saw something metallic beside his hip
and a band of some sort around his testicles.  He told Brett and Bran to
get that band off his balls.  He went to face Monty who hadn't run away
.... yet.
     "What's the matter, Monty, you didn't get her house blown up, you
failed again." He looked back at Amanda's live-in writer.  Pete had told
them about meeting him, Jon something.
     "What in the hell is wrong with you, why would you hurt an innocent
man, especially to try to deprive him of his testicles?"
     "Well, Ted, I'll be glad to tell you.  He tried to take my rightful
place."
     "I thought your mother told you never to come back here. What have you
done with her?"
     "Oh, she's all right, just a little beat up."  Monty smiled, "Maybe
you want to try that, Ted? Maybe you could take me?  I don't think so.."
     Ted slowly edged toward Monty, just a few yards away. He was heading
to beat the hell out of him when he saw Monty had a large knife in his
hand.  Ted wasn't really schooled in knife fighting, but wouldn't back
down.
     "Okay, Monty, you got a knife," he moved closer yet, "I can take you
with a hand behind my back. Come closer and we'll see."  He wanted to get
close enough to kick the knife from Monty's hand.
     Suddenly, "Hey, Ted, we got the band off his balls. I think they are
okay."  That was Brett calling to Ted.
     As soon as Brett started yelling, Ted watched Monty's eyes turn toward
the other man, and his first kick was good, the knife flew maybe five yards
into the high grass.
     "Aha, Monty, now we're even, now you're going to regret it."
     Monty rushed toward Ted, his right fist headed to Ted's head.
Unfortunately for Monty, Ted caught the fist, grabbed it with both hands,
swung under Monty's arm twisting until he heard the arm break with a loud
crack.
     Monty screamed, "You bastard, I'm still going to get you." He again
headed for Ted with his left arm and fist. And again Ted caught the fist,
twisted and pulled Monty's left arm behind his back, twisting all the
time. That time Monty went down, screaming more, his legs spread.  Ted
quickly got between the legs and kicked Monty's balls into the next block.
     "Okay, Monty, is that enough?"  He threatened the older man, starting
another kick. "No, no, don't hit me again.  I quit."  Ted wondered how
Monty lasted as long as he did. Now the question was, what was he going to
do with the rotten human?
     Ted left Monty to see what the boys had done. Then hadn't pulled the
man's pants up, wanting Ted to see.
     "Where did the son of a bitch get that." He was pointing to an
metallic gizmo used for castrating animals, calves, lambs, goats. "We used
those on calves at the farm.  It's called an elastrator, that will put a
heavy rubber band above the testicles and they will wither away, not having
any blood supply.
     Ted knelt to check on the young man.  "Where's the rubber band, guys?"
     "Here, Ted."  Brett handed him the band they'd taken off the
testicles.
     Ted laughed, "Monty screwed up that, too.  At least he didn't use a
burdizzo. That will cut and crush the spermatic cords in a few seconds."
Ted threw the band to Brett again. "That size band is for cattle, way too
big for a human.  Jon should be very thankful.
     "Did you examine Jon's head? Wonder how Monty put him out of
commission?" He got by the head and felt around it with his hands. "I don't
feel anyth ... oh, yes, there is a small knob raising on the back of his
head. Monty must have hit him there.  That is assault with a deadly
weapon."
     He looked at Brett and Bran, standing and chilling. "You two gentlemen
should go back to your cottage. I assume you haven't finished?" He smiled,
"I don't want you two in on this. You go back and enjoy. I won't see you
until morning," He grinned at them warmly, "You have a great time and I'll
make sure you get to school on time. Okay?"
     Brett and Bran had been standing very close, arms around each other,
getting colder.
     They nodded, "Thanks, Ted, then we won't know anything about it."
     "That's right. You just have fun. Oh, would you bring me a blanket
right away? I want to cover Jon, the hell with Monty."
     He watched Brett and Bran, walking slowly toward their cottage,
talking quietly, hugging their bodies tightly together.  Ted then ran to
his cottage, got his cell phone and called Pete and Frank. He quickly
explained what had happened and urged them to come see it.
     When they got into the woods, Ted showed where Jon was, still
unconscious. They were worried about Jon, supposing his balls were okay,
but he should have wakened by that time.
     Pete asked for Ted's cell phone, called the police chief, asking for
him and a couple of men to view the scene of assault and battery, and
sexual assault.  He told them who was involved, urging them to move
quickly.
     Since Brett and Bran hadn't touched the elastrator in the grass, and
no one had touched Monty's knife, it will have his prints on it.  Ted
explained his actions, an arm broken and very sore balls.  He heard Monty
groaning but not moving.  He smiled and thought maybe his balls weren't
feeling too good.
     The police chief arrived with his men and surveyed the scene.  Ted
told exactly what happened, except for the boys' participation.  The police
wanted him at the station house to give his story and sign it.  That he
did, glad when it didn't take very long.  The police found a pistol in
Monty's jacket pocket, probably what he'd hit Jon with to knock him out.
Jon Hamlin woke about the time the police arrived.  He explained what Monty
had done and said he would make a citation on him, and probably sue him in
civil court.
     Pete and Frank drove over to Amanda's house to see how she was.  She
opened the door and welcomed them with what was a split lip and bruise on
her cheek bone.  "I'll see the doctor tomorrow, but don't think it is
serious."
     After telling Amanda about Monty's latest escapade, "I hope you called
the police. He has to be stopped. Maybe they can do it. How is he?"
     "His right arm was broken, and he had a twisted left arm, probably
just sore. And, his balls should be pretty sore.  He attacked your butler,
Jon, knocked him out with the butt of a pistol, then tried to castrate him
with an animal implement that puts a thick rubber band around his
testicles."
     "Why in hell would he do that?"
     "I think he was pissed because Jon was living in his room, HIS room!
He seemed to take umbrage at the situation.  I also think he blamed you,
since he tried to blow up your house with you inside."
     "Amanda, I told Jon he should sue Monty in civil court, he was
terribly mistreated, dangerously so.  When I asked, he had no idea of what
to do, how he could be recompensed for his trial.  I gave him the number of
my lawyer, John Ridgway, I didn't think Henry would want to represent Jon."
     Amanda smiled and hugged Pete, "Pete, don't worry, I've completely
disowned Monty and have begun to forget about him entirely."  She smiled
sadly, "That will take more time, I'm afraid."



* * * * *


     "Brett," he smiled, "we got a little excitement we hadn't expected."
He laughed, gleefully, "I found it stimulating."
     The two young men were lying on the bed in Cottage #8, holding solidly
to their naked bodies. Brett clutched Bran's cock in his fist, looked
directly into Bran's eyes, "Bran, I want to have your dick up my ass, I
want you to make love to me, now."
     "But Brett, I don't know how."  Bran was feeling love, but not
confidence.
     "I will take you through the whole routine, Branny, I've had lots of
experience. Now, please, make love to me, I need it from you, and you need
it from me." Brett turned over on the bed, exposing his buttocks, even
twitching them, showing his desirous smile to Bran.
     Bran started laughing at Brett, being so obvious of his yearning.
"Okay, Brett, tell me what to do now?"  Brett checked out Bran's cock,
about six inches and slender but with a large glans, and the whole organ
seemed as big as before, maybe more so.
     "Okay, Bran, I'll get set in the usual position."  He lay on his back,
raised his butt and told Bran to fold a pillow and put it under his butt.
He raised his legs over his chest, his knees almost beside his ears. "Now
then, move up to my butt and take this tube, remove the cap, then press the
outlet against my asshole and squeeze."
     After taking the cap off, Bran push the top partway into Brett's hole,
"Here goes," Bran told him.
     "Oh, wait, man, that's enough, Bran Junior is going to be swimming in
it. Nothing bad," he laughed, "except I'll be shitting lube for a week."
Brett chuckled, "Okay, now put the cap back on, just set it on the table,
we'll need it again."  He put his hand down on his anus, "Oh, geez, man, I
think your whole body would just slide in."
     Bran knew enough to get close and aim his cock at Brett's
asshole. When Brett felt it there, he yelled, "Hey, Bran, please, go
slowly, don't just shove it all in at once. Okay?"
     His lover nodded, then concentrated on aiming.  Nothing kept Bran from
pushing in hard, which he did, then when the head was inside the sphincter,
he gasped.
     "Oh, god, Brett, it's incredible, I'm amazed how hot it is in
there. Man, my cock has never felt anything so hot, so sexy and the sides
feel so soft like velvet."  Brett could see Bran was having trouble
realizing how great it was inside his rectum. "Hey, damn it, oh shit, I
almost came in you, Brett, but not yet."
     After sinking his hefty rod until his pubes were on Brett's smooth
buttocks, Bran understood why making love that way was the best. He was
having difficulty holding his emotions in control. When he lay on top of
Brett to kiss him, and feel his body all over, Bran again almost came, but
he thought of fucking his ancient English teacher and that cooled him a
little.
     "Bran, I can't thank you enough for loving me, your cock feels so
great inside, I want you to start in and out, fast as you can.  I can take
it.  Please, babe."
     "Are you sure, Brett? I don't want to hurt you." Bran was worried
about harming his lover, but had a thought about Brett fucking him,
Bran. He thought, 'Shit, Brett's cock is twice the size of mine. His will
kill me.'
     Brett and Bran had decided they'd be okay without a condom, Brett
especially wanted Bran to feel his ass au natural.  And Brett had had a
negative blood test recently along with Ted.
     As Brett had asked, Bran began pushing his groin against Brett's ass,
building up the speed, faster and deeper.  Bran was getting with the
program, fucking Brett as fast as he could. His excitement was getting the
best of him, his cock was feeling all the new sensations inside his lover,
Brett.  The heat, the soft friction on his shaft and glans raised Bran's
passion level, he was still picking up speed and Brett's sphincter
tightened on him, increasing Bran's feelings from his legs to his head,
brain waves shocking his nerves throughout his body.
     Suddenly, Bran made a decision, he wanted this to last, he couldn't
believe how wonderful he felt, erotic and sexy, almost in a daze of erotic
passion. He was sweating rivers of perspiration. So, he slowed down, moving
his cock very slowly in and even slower out, knocking against Brett's
prostate, giving him a shot of real excitement he'd never had before.  He
figured Brett would let him know if he was being hurt, he sure didn't want
to do that.
     Bran pulled out until just his glans was being held by the sphincter,
then crashed back inside to pound his groin against Brett's butt, repeating
the same movements.
     "Oh, god, Bran, that is so hot, you are the hot passion I've never had
before.  I am so glad we decided to do this.  I'm learning a lot too.  Man,
you are my hero, my loving best friend. I can't believe we never did this
loving before." He looked into Bran's eyes, trying to find his love's
center core of heart and body together, the depths he wanted to know before
this only time was over. He knew he had done well to include Bran in his
love along with Ted, though Ted comes first, he assured himself.
     Bran's eyes began to show the fire in his heart, in his cock and
balls, "God, Brett, I'm cumming, I can't wait, I'm gonna fill your guts
with my love and life." Bran thrust again and again into Brett's ass,
pounding into his buttocks, his balls battering the hard flesh.
     Bran stiffened, reared back as his loins came forward, for the last
time the night, punching his pole as far as he could before his orgasm.
Four, five, six times he poured his soul in his lover, his best
friend. Bran fell on Brett, holding tight, thanking him, Ted and their God.
     "Don't thank me now, Bran, your turn is next."  He grinned, "Just wait
for the real thrill. You and I need to revive our resources, refill our
balls and I will make love to you!"


* * * * *


     Brett made good his promise to make love to Bran. He unsparingly spent
over a half hour preparing Bran to accept his old friend's prong.  He had
been kissing, licking and tonguing Bran's body so he would feel Brett's
love and his passion.  Beyond that he concentrated on Bran's asshole,
lubing his anus and sphincter, gently forcing his slippery fingers inside,
spreading his orifice to receive his love rod.
     They caressed, they fondled, they suckled. Brett rimmed Bran's anus,
forcing his tongue inside, sensing the heat and addictive male aroma of his
best friend. Brett forced Bran's legs over his head, pressed more lubricant
around and in Bran's anus.  At last Brett's soft yet steely cock penetrated
Bran's rectum, sliding smoothly, moving deeper and deeper as Bran called
for more and more.
     When the two young men in love finally erupted, one on himself and one
inside his love and best friend.  Brett and Bran finally understood their
relationship, their devotion to each other and to themselves.
     Bran was so happy tears were running down his cheeks, "Brett, I knew I
loved you, but your love has brought my feelings for you to exponential
heights, I am devoted to you for the rest of our lives.  Having you inside
me, giving me all your passion and truelove has made me so happy, bud, I
thank you and Ted for giving me this most glorious part of yourself."
     He kissed Brett furiously on his lips and mouth. "Brett, I admit I was
scared bad, knowing your huge cock would drive into me," he smiled
lovingly, "but I had no trouble with it. Now you know just where you have a
home for your monster. I love you so much."  Bran was frowning in his
effort to have Brett understand his feelings and to keep some part of his
friend inside forever.
     "Bran, I too am so pleased Ted agreed to our being together, and I too
will have you in me forever. No matter what happens in the next few years,
you will be in my heart and mind always.  Don't ever let us lose contact,
okay?"
     "Yeah, man, youse's mine an' I'm yers. I lub you."  Bran took himself
back to his Red Neck relatives' style of speech, backward as it might be.


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