Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2014 19:38:56 -0800
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 12

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**** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION ****

THIS CHAPTER begins from the perspective of Nik (Lucas' father), it then
proceeds to the perspective of Jesse (youngest son of Marc, and Lucas' best
friend).; note that Jesse calls Lucas (Nikky) by his own nickname, Luke.
The Chapter ends from the perspective of Lucas (Nikky).

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Enjoy Chapter 12.

Tyler



A Family Made -- Chapter 12

November 2009


"FLIGHT CONTROLS"

"Free and Normal"

"TAKEOFF DATA"

"Checked"

The checklists continued for our 747-400 as we taxied out.  SEA-LHR
(Seattle to London Heathrow).  1700 local time, we should be on the ground
by 0715.

"AUTO THROTTLE"

"Armed", my First Officer replied.

We sat on 34R (34 Right).  Winds had changed to 15 knots, coming in over
SEA.  We'd be climbing as we flew over the city.

"TAKE OFF CLEARANCE"

"Received"

I felt the thrust behind me as I scanned the instrument panels.  We started
our roll.

"V1", my First Offer called out.  All systems were normal (this is the
speed at which we make a decision to abort the takeoff or we are then
committed to flight).

We continued to roll.

"VR", my First Officer called out.

I gently pulled on the yolk, the nose gently lifting.

"V2", my First Officer called out, indicating that we were at least 35
knots above safe flight speed.

We settled into flight, the various calls made to flight control as we were
passed from SEA to ZSE (Seattle Center).  Jim, my First Officer on this
flight, assumed controls as I took over communications.  We leveled for
initial flight at 15,000 and had about a ten minute span before we would
climb to our cruising altitude of 38,000 on the polar flight to LHR.  My
mind began to wonder (slightly, you never fully disengage until your're not
in the left hand seat) as I thought about Luis (I missed him so much.  He
had not gotten the LHR bid and was still doing HKG.  We only saw each other
three days out of every sixteen!).  Then I thought about Lucas and Marc
... they were so happy, so incredibly happy.  I had to admit, my boy was so
stunningly beautiful -- inside and out.  No one in this world deserved him
more than Marc!

I returned to my duties as we began to ascend to our assigned 38,000.  As
we leveled off, I hit the intercom button:

"Ladies and Gentleman, from the flight deck ...." ... I rattled off my
usual spiel, reassuring everyone that we had smooth sailing, hitting the
highlights of where we would pass on our way into London Heathrow.  Then, I
called Julie Simmons, our #1 tonight (cabin crew have different
designations based on the carrier; in our company the designation for the
#1 was Purser in Charge [PIC]).  I filled her in on the expected flight
based on the new information from weather and the company.  I heard her
pleasant British accent as she confirmed.  Then, I heard Chris del Puenta,
the backup who would take my place for the next six hours, checking out
with Jim.  I stepped out of my seat and watched him slide in.  I sat in the
jump seat, looking over the instruments -- now in level flight, it was my
time to rest.  Perks of the 'Pilot not flying".  I made my way back to the
crew bunks -- since '9-11' our company had those attached to the flight
deck -- no need to 'mingle' with the crowd behind us.

As I drifted off to sleep that night, all I could think about was Rafaela.
No communication; well not much, anyway.  Lucas didn't say much, but
Julianna was worried -- it simply was not like Raef to not keep in constant
communication with her ... her daughter for Christ's sake.  I wasn't sure
if this was just a 'mid-life' crisis or if this was more than that.

We arrived 18 minutes early into LHR and formalities took one half the time
so I arrived at the hotel within the next hour.  After a quick shower, I
was off to London; in particular Sloan Street in Kensington.  The cab
pulled up to The Apartments by The Sloane Club, an exclusive private
apartment complex in the heart of Chelsea, London.  The address that
Juliana gave me for Raef put me here.  It was now just before 10:30 local
time.  I paid the driver and stepped out into the cold damp London air.  I
walked past the wrought iron fences, looking at the lacquered doors and
high end brass hardware.  'Sheesh' I thought, what an expensive location.
Despite it being mid-morning, there was persistent fog, dampening the
crispness of the architecture.

As I turned the corner, I saw her.  Rafaela was walking on the arm of a
tall, amazingly good looking guy.  His wavy black hair was tucked behind
his ears, stunning blue eyes looking toward the street ... he was draped in
a very expensive suit.  I looked twice then again.  She was, she fucking
was! There were three people walking; she was at least six months pregnant!

I stood in the middle of the walk.  As they approached, she saw me.  The
surprise rippled through her as she abruptly stopped.  She whispered
something into 'hunks' ear; he disengaged and stood there as she continued
to walk toward me.

"Nik", she paused as she approached me, "you shouldn't --"

"Shouldn't what?!", my voice broke.  I just stopped.  I looked her over,
gazing into her eyes and then slowly down her body to the 'deformity'.  It
simply wasn't mine.  We hadn't been intimate in over five years.

"You slut", I heard myself whisper into the air, not sure if she heard me
or not.

"Nik, not here", she reached out for my arm, I simply brushed by her.

I felt myself pick up my pace, as 'hunk' began to cower.

"You Son of a Bitch!!", I heard my voice, deep, resolved, as I picked him
up by his blazer, my hand flying out, meeting his chin as the sting rippled
through me, "you fucking Son of a Bitch!!" as he flew backward onto the ice
cold stone.

"NIK!!!", Rafaela screamed as she grabbed ahold of me, gripping me as I
lunged toward the 'hunk'.

My blood boiled, my face hot as I grabbed the 'hunk' and reached back to
slam him again.  Rafaela screamed, pulling me back.

"NO! Nik, NO!", as she turned, pulling me away, tears streaming down her
face, "NO!"

The 'hunk' got up, shucked the debris from his 'Savile' suit then briskly
retreated.  Rafaela pulled me toward the Apartments.  I heard the click of
her heels on the stone steps; the doorman opening the door as we
approached.  Once inside she shuttled me to the elevator.  My skin stung,
the 'woosh' of blood filling my ears.  I heard the muffled 'ding' as we
passed floors, then the sound of the doors open.  I felt the plush carpet
meet my feet as Rafaela walked me down a hall, to a large black lacquered
door.  I distantly heard her key disengage the lock, and I felt the cool
air of the apartment push by me.

We sat at a table.  Finally after an unbearable silence, she spoke.

"Nik"

I looked into her.  Those beautiful eyes, so reminiscent of Lucas, looked
back into me.

"How could you?", I finally mumbled.

"Nik, it just happened"

"Happened?!".  "No Raef, accidents happen, Acts of God, happen", I paused,
the blood racing in my ears, "You .... You spread your legs ... that was NO
accident!", I finally blurted out.

Rafaela sat there, a small but perceivable shiver moved down her body.

"Nik, I'm sorry"

"No, Raef.  You don't feel anything.  You never were good about hiding your
feelings".  I stared at her, cold, unfeeling. "You just stopped feeling
anything for me or your family!"

"You leave our son, you barely communicate with our daughter", I smirked,
then turning to her, "incubation mode, huh Raef?".  I could just spit.  I
guess more from the insult; yes, I had moved on too ... to the other side.
I let Brandon slip from me because I believed in the strength of family,
despite what was happening in the bedroom.  I had long given up on any hope
that Raef and I could ever have what we once had.  But, to brazenly just
walk out ... fuck another guy and make babies with him at the expense of
your family!  I was just, deflated.  It hit me that this was it ... there
was no more family, not even a fantasy family.

I got up.  Rafaela moved, reaching out for me.  I pushed her back into the
seat.

"You will have your attorney work up the proper papers", I began.  "You
will pay dearly Raef, lots and lots of money will go to Juliana and Lucas".
I could feel the bile push into my throat, "You will relinquish Lucas to me
in every way."  I was shaking, my words cutting the air, " and, you will
NEVER speak to me again, EVER!".

As I walked toward the door, I turned around, my eyes narrowing as they met
her swollen belly, "and, you will take care of me in every manner to which,
I, have become accustom".

As my hand met the door, I turned one last time to her, spitting, "and ,if
you don't Rafaela, I will take everything that is dear to you, mark my
fucking words!".  The door slammed, cold.

*********

I sat with my cheeks spread, the rush of water leaving me as I expelled the
last of it.  Brad had taught me all about douching; I had asked him one day
after finishing in the back (yeah, I was now munching down on Bric every
Wednesday and Saturday, like clockwork).  He told me what to do then gave
me a cool kit that I started using.  I would lube the dildo, get on all
fours, then slowly let it slip in; my favorite was to play as soon as I got
back to the house, Bric's, Brad's and Kelly's tang in my throat.  I got
used to taking the 6" and then worked my way up to the 8", careful to hide
it deep in my sock drawer.  I had started douching before going to flight
school on Wednesday's and Saturday's so I could finger myself when I was
sucking Bric.

It was now late November; no special Thanksgiving this year.  My brothers
and sisters couldn't make it in, and Luke and Dad were planning a quiet get
away to Hawaii.  Uncle Nik had a trip, so it was pretty much just me.

Since my first trip to the bookstore, I serviced Brad on a regular basis,
often when getting to the store, and sometimes at his place (he had a nice
apartment near the airport) ... he'd lay back and let me munch down,
savoring his veiny cock.  He taught me a lot about pleasuring a guy orally;
Kelly and I would stop over, and I would work each of their cocks, making
sure to slowly nibble their balls; both loved that.  I would blow Kelly
when we were in the car, navigating the back streets on the way from the
air field after dark.  I was now an oral expert; and I really liked the
taste.  Kelly shot, but Brad often choked me ... only Bric could cum with
more force.  I'd let Brad play with my ass too, when Kelly wasn't around; I
came with his fingers pushing against my prostate, his mouth surrounding my
cock, letting him swallow me, but I hadn't let 'it' happen yet.  I really
wanted the first time to be special.

Wednesday arrived quickly.  I had mastered the flight systems, thanks to
Kelly, being able to draw any part of them from memory.  Bric and I were
scheduled the following day for a check ride.  Bric had taken me on several
flights and was also my instructor for simulator training, so I got to see
a lot of him.  I had met all of the criteria to solo; now all I needed to
do was turn 16!

Kelly and I pulled into the bookstore parking lot, parking around the
corner so as not to be seen by 'patrons' who entered through the front.  As
we entered the back door, I could hear the familiar sound of the videos.
We worked our way down the long hall passed the last door, the one nearest
the front, I could see the door was closed.  On the other side, I could
hear the unmistakable moan of a guy followed by banging sounds; I put my
ear up to the door and sprung as I heard the wet sound of groin meeting
ass.  "UUHH" followed by 'SLAP', then a deep guttural groan as one guy
unloaded.  I made my way up front.  Brad motioned for me to 'get down' so I
crouched by the back table.  I heard scuffling then saw two guys emerge, a
tall muscular guy with black hair, blue eyes, and big feet, about 35 years
old, and a slight blond kid who couldn't have been more than 16.  I heard
Brad chat with the older guy.  The kid had an unmistakable wet spot
enlarging in the back cleft of his jeans ... shit that was hot!  Brad and
the muscled guy finished, then the two turned and left through the front
door.

"Wow", I said as I emerged.

"Yeah, they have been coming in regularly, usually on Tuesdays", Brad
started, "I think the older guy has a 'quiet' boyfried on the side, but"
(he motioned with his hands like he was baffled), "I'd never ask!".  He
paused then continued, "The older guy has a band", pointing to his ring
finger.  I smiled.  Yeah, I knew what that was like ... married but on the
down-low.

Brad and I shot the breeze as Kelly kicked back in the room behind the desk
and sipped a beer.  As Brad and I were talking, he looked toward the front
door then said, "Hey, get in the back, it's your guy!".  I ducked into the
dark hall, and made my way down to the last room.  As I locked the door, my
cock was fully hard, pushing against my jeans; mmmm, I loved sucking Bric,
swallowing his swimmers.  I slowly undressed, waiting to hear him in the
next room.  I flicked the monitor off, the sounds of screen sex abruptly
ended and my room became quiet.  I heard the door close in the next room.
I peered through the hole and saw Bric, his profile lighted by the
flickering of the monitor.  I saw him slowly unzip his flight pants, then
pull his cock through, the arch of his thick veiny penis springing free.  I
put my lips at the opening.  Usually he would rub his head against my lips,
wetting me, teasingly letting me taste his precum.  This time, I felt his
finger.  He lightly pushed.  Then pushed again, harder.  I slipped back to
look; his eye appeared.

"I want you in here, with me", he whispered.

"I ... I ... c a n ' t ", I whispered back.

"Yes", he paused, "come in here", he persisted.

"I ..  I .. I", I stumbled over my words.  I just stayed there, not moving.

"Let me see you", he whispered.

I stood up.  I couldn't let him know it was me.  He'd freak.  I stood there
.... and, stood.

"Come on, let me see you baby".  His voice soft, endearing.

My heart was beating, loudly.  I could feel the veins in my neck.  I had
been sucking Bric off twice a week for the last several weeks.  I knew
every inch of his meat ... every vein, every pulse, every contour.  I knew
what his seed tasted like ... the flavor, consistency, smell.  Without
thinking any further, I flicked the monitor on.  The flickering light made
my skin glow a white-blue, my cock stood in front of me.

I stepped back, allowing the light to fully expose me.  Fuck it!

"aH", I heard Bric gasp.  Silence.  His eye never moved off me.  Silence.

"fuck me", I heard Bric whisper.  His eye moved up and down me.  "Jesse".
".... fuck me".

I stood there, my cock throbbing, small trickles of precum dripping from my
head.  The cold air surrounding me.  Goose bumps along my skin.

"Jesse, come in here", he finally whispered.

I slowly put my clothes on.  I quietly undid the lock.  My whole body was
shaking.  I opened the door and peeked out.  No one.  The hall was empty.
I crept out and as I approached his door, it quietly opened.  Bric reached
out, his big hand encircled my arm leading me in.  I heard the door click,
as the lock engaged.

Bric stood in front of me, and slowly pulled me into him.  His big hands
began to explore my body, his fingers slowly undoing my shirt buttons.  His
fingers slipped over my skin ... I shivered.  I stood there, smelling him,
feeling his fingers as they made their way down ... the clang of my belt
buckle ... the quiet 'zip' as he undid my jeans ... the cool air as it
swirled up my legs toward my crotch ... his fingers exploring my belly,
then the feel of my briefs being slowly lowered, my cock throbbing against
his lips.  The warmth of his tongue as I felt the most incredible hotness
swirl over my shaft ... my legs buckled ... precum spraying over his
tongue.  I let the last of my clothes slip off.  Bric lifted me up and
carried me over to a cot that was against the back wall.  I never noticed
it before, as there wasn't one in my room.  I watched in the flickering
light, as his shirt slipped off, his chiseled chest defined by the light.
His biceps bulged as he undid his buckle then his flight pants.  He slipped
fluidly out of his clothes.  His thick, veiny meat dripped.  I watched as
his fingers slipped through his precum, wetting the veiny shaft ... he
moved closer, his scent surrounding me.

"I need you Jess", his deep voice resonated in my ear, "so bad, so fucking
bad".

"I want you", my voice barely a scratch.

Bric's lips nibbled along my neck, then he kissed me ... deep ... I felt
his body shiver on mine as his hands took my face and he kissed me deeper.
My whole body went limp.  His fingers slipped through my hair; he inhaling
my scent, deeply.  He slowly moved down, sucking on my nipples, his body
purring on top of me.  He slowly worked down my torso, stopping to rim my
navel ... slowly moving through my bush, inhaling, then, sucking in my
shaft in one slurp ... my toes flared then curled as his tongue swirled
over my cock.  My hips were bucking, uncontrollably ... just as I was about
to shoot he backed away, smiling.

He lifted me into his arms and placed me gently on the cot, my back on the
cool vinyl.  He then lifted my legs and dove between them, separating my
pussy lips with his tongue.  I felt him push my hips back, his tongue
lapping inside of me.

"Holy fuck!", I shouted as his tongue twisted around in me, "holy fuck ..."
I mumbled as his strong hands held my legs back.  I could't believe how
fucking incredible Bric felt against me ... inside me ... owning me.  He
slowly worked my pussy, the 'slurp'ing sounds filling the room, the video
ending.

I felt his wet fingers against my hole.  He carefully worked his precum
into me, his large finger slowly entering me, then scooping more and
putting it inside.  I heard him spit, then another finger push past, slowly
twisting.  I relaxed.  He felt so incredibly good.  I felt his hot breath
as his lips met mine.  It was ... so right.  He sucked in my lower lip
... I felt him dripping on my leg; his tongue dove in, knowing me, my
tongue responding, encircling his.  His strong arms pushed my legs up, the
heat of his skin radiated off mine.  He spit in his hand, then lubed his
meat ... his thick head pushed against me.  I felt his prejizz drip down,
slowly trickling along my balls.  I wanted him ... I wanted all of this
man.

"I want you", his breath sweet against my lips, "all of you Jess".

"Yes ... fucking yes", I whispered against his lips.

I felt his head separate me.  An intense, burning then more burning, then a
fullness like I had never felt.  So much bigger than my dildo.  God, he
throbbed inside of me.  I could feel every vein slip by my pussy lips
... yes, I was his, all of his.  I pushed toward him, causing him to gasp
as his girth speared me open further, pushing into the deep wetness of me.
My cherry gave way to his incredible manhood.

"Oh, Jess ... ", his words puffs of air, "you are so fucking hot!", his
breath seared my skin, "oh baby ... i .... we .... feel s o o good".  My
legs gripped his muscular ass, pulling him as far in me as I could.  His
whole body shuttered as I felt my pussy spasm around him.

"uggghhhh", the sound of my moan reverberated off the wall, mixing with the
sound of his breathing.  Flickers of light ... Bric's moistness glistening.
I felt his lips on my neck as his meat swelled inside me.

"holy fuck Jess, you are so fucking sweet!".

"Fuck me .... fuck meeeeee Bric!", I tensed around his cock, feeling it
beat, swelling ... deep.

'S L A P" the sound of Bric driving into me echoed off the walls, the cot
straining as his full weight pushed on top of me.  I felt his width slowly
pull out, until just his flared head was inside.

 ' S L L A A P" the sound of Bric plunging back in ... his hanging balls
pushing me further apart, " S L L A A P P", as Bric drove back into me.

"F U C K K ", my voice detached, echoing.  ' S S S L L A A P P P ', Bric's
body gyrating, twisting his massive pole deep in my pussy.  I could feel
his hard body rumble as he began to growl.

"GRRRR" his voice was inside my head, ' SSLLAAAPPP' 'SSLLLAAAPP'
'SSLLLAAPP'.  Bric drove into me ...  insides felt like they were
separating ... he was so fucking big.  "GGgggrrrrrrr" his body rumbled as
he growled, 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP', the wetness of him
plunging into me lapped against the walls, 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP', Bric now frenzied, rhythmically owning me, 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'.  Fuck, I could feel him pushing the cum right out of
me, fuck fuck fuck ...

"AWWWWWWWWHHHH" as I felt molten seed spray over my chest, 'splat' 'splat'
'splat' 'splat' 'splat' ... I felt my pussy squeeze Bric's meat ... squeeze
and squeeze as the wetness of my spray coated me.

"AAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH", Bric shouted as I felt his meat SWELL then
pulse, 'whoosh' 'whOOSH' 'WOOOSHH' 'WOOOSHH', 'WOOOSSSHHHH',
'WOOOOSSSHHHH', my gut distending as he pumped his fertility deep into me
... his seed powerfully swimming, deep, pushing their way into me.

"Holy Jesus", his body shaking as he pumped and pumped me full, "Holy sweet
Jesus", his breath panting in my ear.  I couldn't help it, my pussy wanted
to milk him, take every drop of his hot essence ... God, it is the most
intense feeling ... being totally his. "Sweet Jesus, it has been so long
Jess ... you are so tender".

Bric collapsed on top of me, my legs wrapped around his hard globes,
feeling them quiver over and over.  The intense smell of our love making
hung like a blanket, surrounding us.  My cock sprung hard again ... Bric's
responded deep inside me.  I looked into him, his eyes looking deep into
me, locked, as our lips met ... deep ... twirling tongues, then slow,
deliberate, kisses.  I could feel Bric's seed, shifting deep in me, his
cock slowly pulsing until every last drop of his baby juice was planted.

I finally knew what it was to have a man totally take me ... to be all his.
I needed this, I needed Bric.

We lay there, kissing.

I felt Bric's cock soften, slowly, my pussy instinctively milking him.  He
shifted and as he slipped out, I could feel a trickle of warmth.  I
tightened, I didn't want to lose one drop of him.  My whole body tingled.
I felt so extremely special.

"Jess", Bric finally whispered.  "God Jess, you are more sweet than I ever
imagined".  I shifted, straddling him, feeling his warmth against me.

"Jess", Bric's fingers held my chin so I was looking right into him.

"Yeah", I could hardly talk.

"I ... I ... shit Jesse, I'm married, it's not fair to you".  His body felt
so good against mine, "and, here of", his voice trailed off, "all the
fucking places".

"Bric", I hesitated, "it's ok".  I paused for what seemed like forever,
"really".  "I wanted you from the very first time".

"Jess, I really didn't know it was you.  I mean, twice a week I'd come in
and this awesome sensation ... your mouth Jess ... made me feel so good",
he began.  "I'd fantasize about the guy who was blowing me, imagining
myself bending him over a pole and having my way with him".  He trailed
off, then looked me in the eyes again, "God, I never knew it was you!"

I smiled.  "Yeah, pretty cool huh?" I managed to say.  He smiled back.

"Well, at least your old enough to solo".

I flinched.  Bric felt it.  He pulled me against him.

"I ... I ... I'm ... uh ... 15".

"Holy fuckin shit!", Bric moaned as he rolled onto his back.

"Bric, no one has to know".  He shook his head.  "Really"

"God", his chest rose then fell, "no one can know.  Shit, they'd lock me up
Jess".  I snuggled closer, my arms wrapped around him.  We just lay there.
I felt his warmth, my fingers playing in his treasure trail, then in his
bush.

"I know that your married Bric.  Hell, I saw your wife and kids.  Your
wife's pregnant.".  I lay on his chest, feeling it rise and fall.  His arm
tightened around me.

"Yeah Jess.  I feel like an asshole".

"Why?"

" 'cause I should be satisfied", he shifted so he was facing me.  "Tracie
is a good wife ... hell, she's my best friend ... and, my kids ... Jesus
..."

"But, you wanted me"

"Yeah, I do"

I smiled.  I could feel all of him rumble deep inside of me ... a sensation
that is the most wonderful feeling in the world.  He smiled back, a
beautiful dimpled face and toothy smile.

"Then let it be Bric, you and me".  My cock pushed into him, his pushed
back.  "I wanted you from the first time I saw you.  I wanted YOU to be the
very first."

"Mmmmmm", he pulled me in then kissed me and kissed me, over and over.  "I
took your cherry Jess?"

I nodded.  He just smiled and kissed me deeply. "Mmmmmm, that is so fucking
special!"

"Let's get out of here", Bric finally said, "I don't want you to ever think
I didn't mean what happened ... here".

We slowly got dressed.  As we left the room, Brad met us in the hallway.
"Holy fuck" was all he said, as we slipped past and he looked into our
room.  I could see Brad adjusting himself as he entered the front of the
store.  Bric told Kelly that he'd drive me home; it was understood that not
one word would ever be spoken about what happened by either Kelly or Brad.
I slipped my backpack into the back seat, pulling my seat belt on as we
pulled out.

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'I won't let go My body shows You're everything I need Won't you stay mine
From dawn til night To live our fantasy'

'I'm in love I'm in love' I'm in love' I wanna do it'

Lucas stood in the studio, ears pods in, Alex Gaudino playing.  Light
hugged the walls, casting a muted glow all around.  A single 'spot' shown
down, defining the work.  He turned the pneumatics off, picking up a
micro-carving chisel.  His brow furrowed as he used the chisel to make
small, intricate deflections in the stone.  The sculpture sat in a vat,
allowing water to coat the work.  He had selected this marble after an
arduous search, jet back with a single vein of speckled gray to white
spiraling through, from a stone vender in Vancouver.  He stepped back, the
soft light rippling off his bare toned torso; the curve of his globes
pushed against the light blue fabric of his warm up pants.  "Yes, its
perfect", Lucas thought, the music dying, his mind surrounded by silence.

Secrecy, all this secrecy.  Something was going on.  Marc was definitely up
to something.  He is always stealing away to chat with Dad; they disengage
if either see me approaching.  Jesse's acting a little odd too, but he's
probably just overloaded.  Our swim schedules have been killer, and school,
always more work.  I'm glad he decided not to move to Switzerland to ski; I
need him here.  Jesse is my best friend.  This early completion thing
... definitely a lot of work, but I'll graduate when I'm 16.  Mom.  Just a
short email now and then; they sound more like memos than 'hey, love you"
notes.  Juliana thinks they're getting a divorce -- probably a good thing
given the intensity of Luis and Dad's relationship.  I am falling in love
with Luis ... what a kind soul ... perfect for Dad.  God, how am I gonna
tell Juliana about Marc and me?  She has to know, soon.  Her and Dad have
to stand up for me.  Mom.  Why is life so fucking complicated?

Lucas turned the light out as he entered the hallway.  He slipped his
warmup jacket on.  The cool brisk air slipped around him as he locked the
garage door.  He walked slowly down the sidewalk.  Marc's house was now
home; their kitchen, their media room, their bedroom.  Lucas looked up and
smiled, taking in a deep breath; he loved Marc more than he ever could have
imaged loving anyone just a few months ago.

(Nik had agreed to Lucas and Marc living together just last month;
practical as he was flying, Juliana was away at school, and Rafaela had
left; he knew Lucas wanted that and selfishly, it gave him and Luis a
little privacy.)

"Is that you Nikky?", Marc's voice resonated from the kitchen.

"Hi honey"

Marc peaked his head out of the doorway, "Hell, you look soooo fine!", his
smile making me melt.

"As long as its for you babe"

Marc looked into my eyes as I came up.  I slipped my hands around his
waist, coping a good feel of his hard bubble ass. He leaned down and our
lips met ... mmmmm, his smell caused me to swell and leak.  Marc's hand
slipped between my running pants, his thumb and forefinger pinching my
head.

"Mmmmmm", he purred, "I missed you".

"And I missed you!", I turned into the kitchen, dropping my backpack
against the wall.

Two glasses of Duckhorn Reserve Cabernet were already poured, sitting on
the granite island.  I picked them up, handing Marc his.  Marc raised his
glass, gently tapping mine.

"Love you babe", he leaned in.  His kisses are so incredibly sexy.

We talked about our day, as Marc bustled about, putting the final touches
on dinner.  He loved to cook for us; something creative every night, always
scrumptious.  We sat together on the breakfast bench, looking out into the
backyard as the sun set, just enjoying each other.  Marc's toes playing
between mine, not a word spoken.  As we were finishing, Marc looked over.

"Jesse is out late.  Something about flight systems and studying.  Remind
me to leave the porch light on"

I smiled and nodded.  "Hey it's Wednesday, what's new?".  We both laughed.
"I'm so glad he found something that he really loves.  He deserves that".

"Yeah.  Nik really turned him on to flying.  Gotta thank him when he gets
back from this trip".  I stuck my glass out; Marc and I toasted my Dad.

"I hope he doesn't expend all of his energy, I need him to spar me in the
pool tomorrow afternoon".  Marc knew that our State Championship
pre-qualifying meets were just around the corner.  I had to qualify and my
weakness has always been tag team events.  Jesse was a strong swimmer, and
excelled in those events.

"I'm sure he will.  I know where he gets his energy."

I snuggled into Marc.  "Yeah, me too".  I slipped my hands along Marc's
leg, as he leaned back, allowing me to trace the outline of his horse meat.

"Mmmmmmm", I snuggled closer.  "I need you babe, so bad".

"Why don't we plan on an early evening then?  We can slowly enjoy each
other", his fingers gently caressing my neck.

"k babe. I'll run and get a quick shower."  I slipped off the bench,
turning to look at Marc.  He was a stunning specimen of Bulgarian Bull.
His eyes twinkled as I winked and slipped out of the kitchen and made my
way down the hall.

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I closed the door.  Marc had put soft music on, the lights were dimmed, the
bed fluffed and the goose down comforter pulled back, inviting.  Beautiful
purple roses were in a crystal vase, a small light illuminating them by the
window.  I walked over to our bathroom, sliding the lacquered wood doors
open.  The rich hues of marble and granite glistened in the light.  I
walked through, turning to the right into our his and her walk in.  The
deep masculine smell of Marc wafted around me; my cock swelling.  I let my
warmup jacket drop, the cool air causing my skin to prickle.  I slipped the
warm up pants off, softly fingering the silk of my Brazilian thong ... I
smiled.  Marc bought seven of them for me the week I moved in; I felt so
sexy in them.  I slowly took my thong off, hanging it on the dressing lamp
-- mmmm, Marc would find it later.

I walked into the bathroom, warming the water.  I sat, letting the rush of
water slip between my cheeks, my cock swelling as I prepared for Marc.  I
finished then moved to the bidet, letting the gentle warmth of the water
slip between my pussy lips; the trickle over my ball sac causing my cock to
arch, dripping.  I finally got up.  I started the shower and let the jets
pulse around me as steam filled the room.  I reached for the Bulgvari au
banc body wash, slowly soaping every part of me, letting the shampoo sit so
my hair would smell sweet for Marc, washing every toe, working up my legs,
making sure my bush was soaped then conditioned.  As I rinsed, I felt that
familiar tingle deep inside, anticipating being totally owned by Marc.  As
I turned off the water, I could hear soft tones of music ...

I opened the bathroom door as the lights dimmed then disappeared.  Marc had
transformed our room; the gentle flicker of candlelight dancing, drawing me
to bed; a fire dancing in the fireplace warming the cold of the damp
Seattle night.  Marc lay in our bed; his chiseled chest tapered into deep
V's, the sinews of his eight pack rippled into his full thick bush.  He had
his hands behind his head, thick tufts of hair pushed out from under his
arms; a large vein taut, running along each of his biceps.  His meat tented
under the sheets, pulsing, a wet spot glistened in anticipation.  He is
beautiful ... a god.

Marc extended his arm, his fingers interlocking with mine.  "Ma douce belle
ange" ('my sweet beautiful angel'), he whispered as he pulled me onto the
bed.

I slowly flicked each button, letting my nightshirt sexily slip over my
shoulders, then softly fall behind me.  The warmth of the fire nudging my
skin.  My cock throbbing, a small bead of prejizz forming at my slit.
Marc's finger, slowly tracing each of my nipples, then gently, softly,
almost imperceptibly moved along my belly ... my skin responding ... his
fingers slowly dancing over my shaft, then, dipping into my prejizz,
moistening his lips.

"Ma douce fille" ('my sweet girl'), his voice, soft.

"Votre fille douce" ('your sweet girl').

I straddled his strength, pushing my legs against him, his wetness seeping
through the sheets against my pussy lips.  I felt Marc's low growl rumble
through the bed as my lips met his.  I nibbled, my tongue wetting his lips,
his mine, his taste so sweet.  His large hand encircled my face, his huge
thumb pushing my lip down.

"Vous avez ete manque de moi!" ('you have been missed from me!'), his
breath on my lips.

"Je suis toujours une partie de vous!" ('I am always a part of you!'), my
tongue reached for his as he sucked me into him.  I felt Marc's massive
hardness, his wetness moistening me, tingling on my pussy.  I pushed the
sheets back, letting his huge head push against my opening.  I could feel
the spray of his excitement, warm, his pelvis pushing into me.

"Je te aime Marc" ('I love you Marc'), his girth pushed in response, his
pre-seed dripping from my lips.

"Je te aime completement" ('I love you completely'), his baritone causing
me to shiver as he rolled me onto my back; the heat of his body covering
me.

Marc nibbled on my ear, his tongue slowly traced the angle of my jaw, the
warm velvety wetness tracked along my neck to my chest.  I shuttered as he
took my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around feeling my
tautness.  His fingers lightly, so lightly knowing my skin, encircling my
torso as his tongue moved to my other nipple.  I arched, my pussy
twitching, needing this Bulgarian god.  Marc slowly moved, my scent filling
him as he kissed me, his tongue circled around my navel then dropped into
my bush.  My cock was so full ... rigid ... throbbing, my precum dripped.
I arched as Marc took my cock, surrounding me in the hotness of his mouth.

"AHHHhhhh!", my scream bit through the crack of the fire.  Electricity shot
through me as Marc sucked me deeply, pulling my throbbing cock into him.  I
couldn't stop, my pelvis rocked back and forth, as Marc worked my shaft,
"ahhhhhh .... sweet ... jeez ....", my head ached back into the pillow.  I
could feel my balls pull up ... that deep fullness deep inside my groin
... I couldn't hold back ... much ... longer.  Marc pulled off, his strong
arms pushing my legs back as his tongue pushed deep inside of me.

"Putain de merde!!!" ('Holy Fuck!'), the fire snapped, the sound whipped
across the room.  Marc's tongue twisted and turned, pushing deep into me,
my legs held apart and my pelvis lifted.  "AHHHHHH Jesus!"
.... "Putain!!!!" ('Fucking Jesus!"), my hips pushed into him, my pussy
quivering ... DEEP pressure, lots and lots of pressure ... my head whipped
back and forth, his tongue swirling deep in my moist cunt.  I couldn't hold
it any more ... I just couldn't ... I felt my ears filling, my breathing
now a pant ... my legs hot.  "Uuggghh baby ...", his tongue slowed.  He
nibbled on my pussy lips, inhaling, my scent filling him.  The pressure
lessened ... my cock sooo hard sooo fucking hard ....

"Je ai besoin de vous!" ('I need you!"), Marc's voice rumbled over me, "De
dois vous remplir!" ('I need to fill you').  He pushed a pillow under me,
arching me, exposing me ... his large hands moving my legs ... the fire
warming my pussy lips.

"Je dois vous DEEP!" ('I need you DEEP!'), the deepness of my voice
reverberated back.  Marc grunted, nodding as I felt his massive head push,
his wetness pushing into me.  I pushed, my cunt separating as his bull head
entered me.  My ears filled with my heartbeat, the crackling of the fire
like fireworks ... my body, heat.  The pulsing mass of his shaft slowly
imbedding into me, separating me ... the Bulgarian Bull pulsing, his grunts
now guttural.

"My sweet, sweet Niiikkkyyy!", his head now arched as the final part of his
shaft knew me.  'CRACK' snapped through the room.

I felt the wetness of my cunt, throbbing around Marc's massive tool ... my
lover's heart beating inside of me ... his body now over mine, the weight
of his balls, heavy, wet, against me.  I slowly tightened, massaging his
cock ... Marc pulsing his reply ... his body hot against me.  'CRACK' of
the fire, separating the air, the dancing shadows silhouetting his mass.

I felt the wetness of Marc's precum slipping between my lips, warmly
sliding between my ball sac.  Marc arched letting his meat slowly slip out
until just his massive head was inside me, then, THRUST forward, imbedding
himself deep inside me ... my skin tingled ... my heart pumped in my ears
... slowly letting himself slip out then THRUST back inside ... my body
convulsing with the warmth of our union ...  THRUST then Slip .. THRUST
then Slip .. THRUST then Slip ... droplets of sweat spattering my face, the
saltiness of my lover coating my tongue ... THRUST then Slip ... THRUST
then Slip ... his fertility swelling inside my cunt ... THRUST then Slip
... THRUST then Slip ... 'CRACK' of the fire ... THRUST then Slip
... SWELLING deep inside me, pushing ... pressure ... INTENSE pressure
... the saltiness on my tongue ... POUNDING in my ears ... ELECTRICITY
along my skin ... THRUST then slip ... THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST

"AHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCK!", Marc screamed as the heat of his seed SHOT in me,
"HOLY FUCKIN-A", his rumble shaking through me.  'WOOOOSH' 'WOOOSH'
'WOOOSH' 'WOOOSH' 'WOOOSH' ... intense hot deep inside of me, my cunt
contracting, sucking Marc's seed deeper into my depths 'WOOSH' 'WOOSH'
'WOOSH' the intensity of his ejaculation ... the heat ... 'CRACK' ... the
fullness of him deep inside of me ... THRUST ... 'WOOSH'

"UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH" my cunt clamped down, the pulsing of Marc's tree now
surging through me as my prostate pushed against him, 'SPLLAAATT'
forcefully hitting the headboard 'SSPPLLLATTT' surging higher
'SPPLLAAATTT!' my seed now streaming down 'SPLAAATTT' 'SPLAAAT' 'SPLAAT',
Marc's cock seizing inside of me, pushing my essence out.

'CRACK' and the sound of our breathing, echoing through the room, 'CRACK'
'CRack' 'CRACK' the warmth of the fire now surrounding us ... Marc's wet
skin sliding along mine, my legs wrapped tightly across his quivering
mounds, feeling him milking the final drops of his seed deep into me.  We
lay there, his chest heaving against mine, mine heaving against his.
'CRACK'

"Nikky, my sweet sweet Nikky", Marc's lips wet against mine.  My lips
sucked on him.

"I love you Marc, so ... so ... fucking much".  Marc put his elbows on the
bed, arching up, looking into me.

"I love you my Nikky", his lips nibbling mine, "Completement!"
('Completely!').

My legs now gently glided along Marc's hard torso.  'CRACK'.  I felt his
manhood slowly soften, slipping very gently, my pussy lips caressing his
shaft until I felt them close, sucking in the last remnants of his seed.
Marc got on all fours, his bull balls hanging low; he moved to the
headboard.  I tilted my head, watching his tongue scoop my juices, his
throat bobbing in approval, until there wasn't a trace.  He rolled onto his
back, softly drawing me into him.  I nuzzled into the wetness of his chest
hair, inhaling, our union all around me ... my leg over his, our fingers
intwined; Marc drawing the smell of my hair deep into him.

The warmth of the fire, the softness of the candles, Marc's most intimate
part deep inside of me ... I felt his breathing slow, my lids heavy
... Chet Baker's soft voice mixing with the 'crack' of the fire:

'But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine's Day'