Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 09:53:01 -0500
From: Bill Adams <lilb2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding Summer Chpt. III & IV

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Finding Summer - by lilb2k (Adult-Youth).
Copyright 2002 by liltales



Finding Summer
An Original Series by LilBill

Chapter III
The Power Of Sunlight


I awoke to warmth of the sunlight filtering through the
white linen of the canopy. I focused my gaze on the open
balcony window and the trees standing firm like soldiers
against the summer breeze. This was my morning routine. I
would welcome the day as a one-man audience, blessed by the
dance of sun pierced leaves. But my solitude had been broken
this morning. In truth a being whose beauty out shown
nature's play by a hundred fold had forever altered my
routine of solitary observance. And in remembering my young
lover, I turned away from the window.

"Jack?" I called out, seeing that the bed beside me lay
empty.

"I'm out here Carl," a voice from the balcony.

I got up from the bed and walked to the open balcony. My
lover stood at the railing, illuminated by the morning
light. He turned to me and smiled.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked as I took him into my arms.

"Better than I ever have before," the last word muffled as
he pressed his face into my chest.

I kissed the top of his head and he drew his arms tighter
across my back, tightening our embrace.  I held him as we
slowly rocked back and forth, my eyes scanning the
shimmering lake.

"I used your phone to call the house," he broke the silence,
"I hope you don't mind"

"Of course I don't mind," I replied, "what I have is yours
to use as you like."

"My Grandmother will be staying with my Great Uncle for the
week. I told the housekeeper that I would be spending the
week with a friend, she didn't seem to care. Is that alright
with you?" he was so amazing in his maturity.

"Of course it's alright with me." I was filled with joy but
didn't let on too much.

"I'll need to stop in today and get some things. She won't
care that I'm not there as long as I call every night so
that she can have something to tell my Grandmother if she
phones. She likes it when no one is home; it gives her free
reign to bring her grandchildren up to the lake to see her."

We continued to hold each other as we talked about
inconsequential things.  As I've stated before, there was a
duality to him. Yesterday on the shore, the hungry pre-
adolescent coming of age, in my arms now, the little boy
needing the secure embrace of a father. I accepted both
roles with the utmost reverence. What was being offered me
was priceless, and what was asked for was an honor. The
distinguishing of the two would prove to be easy. To meld
the two into one experience would take a little more effort.
To marry passion with protection, desire with devotion, with
love as the ultimate end. This was my task. While I held him
like a father, it never passed through my mind to recognize
his nakedness. I loved the closeness.

After some time had passed Jack made his way down the path
to his canoe. I watched as he rowed away, disappearing
around the eastern bend. I went back into the house and made
my way upstairs. After laying clothes out on the bed I
stepped into the shower.  As the steam rose and filled the
room I gave into flights of thought. The water poured over
my head and down my chest and back. The warm flow ran
between my legs and I could feel my lover's hands. I could
imagine his hot breath on my neck as the steam swirled. I
could see him there with me, the water covering his smooth
skin. My mind raced with images of soapy streams running
over and between the globes of his sweet boy ass. The
fantasy was breathtakingly beautiful and I almost began to
cry as I struggled to wrap my once passionless mind around
the shear magnitude of my love for him. I imagined the sweet
taste of his neck and the scent of his skin, the hardness of
his nipples and the feel of his plump little dick resting in
my mouth. I fell against the shower wall as my cock jerked
in my hands, splashing hot cum onto the wet floor. I
collapsed onto the shower floor, exhausted both physically
and mentally. When I gathered enough strength, I made my
course for the bed, and passed out.

Hours had passed and I awoke to find Jack lying next to me,
one hand holding his head up, the other on my chest. As my
eyes cleared I made out the shape of his angelic face and
the curve of his loving smile.

"It's 3:30pm," he said.

"How long have you been here?" I remembered him leaving
around 1pm.

"About thirty minutes, I guess" he smiled again, "I like
watching you sleep"

"Oh really," I let out a small laugh.

"It makes me."

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he hesitated, "you'll laugh" he was sincere in
his fear of letting his guard down.

"Hey," I reached out to caress his cheek with my palm,
"don't ever feel you can't tell me anything."

"It makes me feel safe," he half smiled, "stupid huh"

"I think that it's the greatest thing anyone's ever said to
me," I meant it.

"How do you know if you love someone," he began to ask, "Not
like you love your parents or something, the other kind of
love?"

"I don't know Jack," I didn't, "I've never been in love with
someone." I watched as his head lowered as if my words had
taken his legs out from under him. "But I imagine that it
must feel like how I feel when I'm with you."

His head raised, "Does it feel like.you know. like you think
your gonna die if you can't be near that person. Like sick
almost.but in a good kinda way?"

"Yes," I was consumed again by my feelings for him, "like
you know that you couldn't breath without them."

"Then," he began confidently, "I love you Carl."

"I love you.Jack"

He climbed on top of me and we melted in a deep embrace. Our
lips mashed together as if we were trying to force our
bodies into the same form. My hands gripped his sides and
then moved along his frame until they held tightly to the
backs of his legs. I could feel his prick jabbing into mine
and the contact was almost more than I could bear. He broke
our kiss and dove onto my neck, sucking wildly at my flesh.
He was hungry for my taste and I became dizzy from the
sounds of his intense breathing. I massaged his ass with
both hands until the index finger of my right hand found his
tight virgin hole. I brought it to my mouth and wet it. As
my slick finger pierced his tiny opening he let out a deep
groan. He tightened his grip on my finger almost sucking it
inside. I fucked his hole with my finger as he moved down to
suck on my hardening nipples. He pinched my left nipple with
his teeth and when I let out a gasp.he bit harder. I was in
ecstasy. I knew that it would be a while before I could ever
get my cock inside him. He was far too tight and I had no
intention on hurting my lover. He moved off of me, kneeling
beside me so that my finger never broke its union with his
wet hole. He grabbed my raging dick and impaled himself on
it, sucking furiously. He was possessed with desire. His
breathing was erratic and he was moaning and grunting as he
took my manhood deep into his throat. I managed to pull him
around into a 69 and began eating his now swollen asshole.
He mashed his sweet ass onto my face and sucked me in even
deeper with each penetration of my tongue. I raised his body
and pulled his cock into my mouth. We both sucked furiously
as we grew closer and closer to our mutual climax. I learned
from that day, the power that comes when lover's cum
together. When we had finished, he came back to lay beside
me.

"I'm still hungry," he said with a pirate's smirk.

"Oh really," I answered sarcastically, "well I guess we
shall have to remedy that my love"

We got dressed, and by 5pm we had headed into town for
dinner. As we drove the winding roads around the lake,
Jack's head never left my shoulder. As we passed the few
restaurants located on the main street of the small town
near the lake, I suddenly became annoyed. I wasn't going to
take my lover to eat at some franchise outlet on our first
dinner date. He was better than that. But where? Certainly
there was nowhere in this little lake town to dine my love.
I pulled into a gas station and asked my sweet boy to go
inside and get us some bottled water. He agreed without
hesitation and once inside, I quickly made some phone calls.
By the time he had returned to the car, my plans were in
motion.














Finding Summer
An Original Series by LilBill\

Chapter IV
Fly By Night





It is a quick jaunt from the middle of town to Carver
airfield. A private strip used mostly for parachuting
enthusiasts, it was the perfect starting point for our first
night out. As we drove passed the gated entrance, Jack
suddenly sat straight up in his seat and began whipping his
head from side to side in an attempt to ascertain his
situation.

"Why are we at the airfield?" he began his investigation,
"there's no where to eat here. What are we doing Carl?" he
was confused, but I also detected a strong sense of
excitement in his voice.

"It's a surprise sweetheart," I looked at him affectionately
as I brought the Jag to a stop, "You'll just have to be a
little patient, and trust me" the latter I whipped with a
tinge of sinister foolery.

"I do trust you Carl, I trust you more than anyone alive!"
he said in an almost comical intensity.

"Then. come on"

Carver Airfield only has one tiny terminal. Like I stated
earlier, mostly recreational skydiving goes on here. But the
strip has served as the pick up point for my company jet
since my retreat to the Lake five years ago.  After waiting
a moment, we were greeted by the owner of the field.

"Good evening Mr. Wiengroe," a voice belonging to a Mr.
Harold Carver, owner and operator of the family airfield
since his father's passing twenty years ago, "It's certainly
a surprise to see you, but a welcome one indeed."

"It's good to see you as well, Mr. Carver, " I had liked Mr.
Carver since I was a child coming up to the Lake for the
summers. He was a stout man, with calloused hands and a
wrinkled forehead that gave away his years of hard work
servicing the private planes of the elite and playing
chauffer to the thrill seekers. "Are we ready?"

"Just another five minutes or so sir, there was a slight
delay with the supplies you requested," he was a good man,
an honest man; I had always admired him for that.

" That is fine, I trust the delay does not mean that the
supplies were unavailable?" I fell back into the role of
power executive easily.

"Yes sir, all that you have asked for has been completed on
this end," he said confidently, "your people will brief you
in flight as to your other requirements."

"Thank you Mr. Carver," I took his hand in mine, "as always,
the very best can always be expected from you.and you
deliver."

"They are ready for you now," he said as he guided us around
and back out onto the tarmac. Mr. Carver had never made eye
contact with, nor acknowledged the existence of Jack. I knew
this would raise questions from my young prince later.

A quick ride in a converted golf cart, and we were ready to
board the plane. I had called for one of the executive jets
to meet us. I assure you that they all come equipped to
service every need of the traveling power player; including
a master suite in the back of the plane with a full sized
bed. As we boarded the jet I could see the excitement
building in Jack's body. He held my hand tightly and
remained on a constant state of alert. We made are way up
the stairs and into the plane.

"Good evening sir," the pilot spoke, "We are set for take
off as soon as you are settled. Mr. Fielder here will assist
you with your in-flight needs."

"Thank you," I was sincere, the lack of notice or planning
for this trip most assuredly meant some scrambling on his
part and that of his crew, "please know that your efforts
and efficiency are greatly appreciated and will not go
unnoticed."

"Thank you sir," he replied with an understanding of my
remark, "if you would take your seats, we will be on our
way."

Mr. Bruce Fielder, a good man, led us to our seats. It had
been Fielder that I had called from the car. He had proven
himself to be a valuable asset in my travels over the years.
I had nothing but the utmost faith in his ability to side
step landmines, make the impossible possible, and make my
personal and professional security his mission. It was well
known that he was the only assistant I trusted, and
therefore he was released from any other obligation when I
needed him. He had traveled the world with me and been privy
to some of my darkest endeavors. I never doubted his loyalty
nor hesitated to place my life in his hands. That kind of
trust and loyalty is not easily secured. His was purchased
with the life of his only daughter several years ago. It had
been my money and political contacts that had freed her from
a foreign prison. But that's another story.

"All the items you requested have been secured. Dinner will
be served once we reach our traveling altitude and we will
land in about 7 hours. The suite is ready for you when you
wish to retire. I will brief you on the status of the other
situation you spoke of when we arrive." He was thorough.

"Thank you Bruce," I said with a smile, "as always.you have
come through in a pinch."

"My pleasure." He left for the moment and I was alone again
with my lover.

"You look a little confused sweetheart. Perhaps you have
questions for me." I smiled at my dear boy.

"I'm totally lost," he giggled, "but I trust you"

"Well that's good," I leaned over and kissed him.

He returned the kiss but I could detect hesitation. He
suddenly pulled away, and for the first time ever, I saw
fear in his eyes.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off Sir?"
I turned to see Bruce standing in front of us, and smiled
knowing now the reason for my lover's look of fright.

"Yes Bruce," I said laughing, "two glasses of Chardonnay"

"Very good Sir," he said laughing as well, Jack's look of
fear now turning to bewilderment.

He disappeared for a moment, and then returned with the
wine.

"Thank you Bruce," I continued to smile as I took the
glasses from him.

"If nothing else, Sir?" he began to back away.

"That'll be all," I winked at him and he smiled.

He began to turn to leave and paused. "If I may say so Sir?"

"You may Bruce," I was having trouble containing my smiling.

"You were absolutely right, " he smiled at Jack, "he's
beautiful."

"I agree," I said as I brought Jack's hand up to my lips for
a kiss.

"It's nice to see you in love Carl," he smiled, "I'm glad I
lived to see it"

"Mr. Bruce Fielder," I sat up, "may I introduce the love of
my life, Mr. Jackson Chase"

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Chase," Bruce extended his
hand to my lover.
"You can call me Jack," he had settled into the moment, "and
it's very nice to meet you as well"

Bruce smiled as he took his hand and I could tell that Jack
was relaxing. Bruce gave a nod and then disappeared to the
front of the plane.

"You told him about us!?!" Jack looked shocked.

"Of course I did," I played coy, "you are my lover, aren't
you?"

"Well..of course," he began, "but I never thought that we
would be able to tell anyone"

I handed him the glass of wine and he took a sip. He smiled.
As the plane took off and climbed into the night sky, I
explained my relationship with Bruce Fielder. He looked
relieved. I could feel our mutual excitement over the
freedom, if only with Bruce, of openly showing our love.

When we reached our cruising altitude of twenty five
thousand feet, Bruce led us to the dining area near the back
of the jet. We sat across from each other at the dining
table. I liked to sit across from my guests. We were served
a meal of fresh Maine Lobster and cut greens. The sight of
the butter dripping from his hot mouth took me to the edge.
I could feel the fires welling in my loins. Our conversation
followed many different paths but always found its way back
to our destination.

"I've told you already," I said, my mouth half full of
succulent lobster, "it's a SURPRISE!!!!"

"I know, I know!!" he shook with laughter, "I just thought
I'd try again!"

We finished eating around 11pm and retired to the bedroom.
Three hours remained until we set down. We undressed each
other slowly, taking in each other's bodies. I laid my young
lover on the bed below me. His legs opened allowing his
chubby penis to hang down over his supple balls. He stared
at me, baiting me with his dark eyes.

"So," he said softly as he turned over onto his knees,
arching his back so his beautiful ass rose into the air, ".
you still hungry?"

He reached back and spread his ass, opening his sweet hole.
Filled to almost breaking, I fell to my knees and placed my
hands over his allowing him to retain control over the
access to his tender opening. I teased it with my tongue,
licking around the edge and tickling the surface. He moaned
deeply letting me know that I was pleasing him. I tasted the
exposed flesh just inside, my tongue caressing it tenderly.
He spread his ass wider, begging me to love him deeper. I
obliged my sweet prince. I dove into his hole with a
quickening intensity, swirling inside him, while my teeth
pressed against his stretched ass. After a moment I replaced
my tongue with a finger as my mouth searched lower to find
his dangling sac. I sucked his balls inside of my mouth with
one large motion and he tensed with delight. I increased my
suction as I managed two fingers inside his tight hole. He
groped and massaged his own ass as my fingers fucked him and
my mouth released his balls and consumed the tip of his hard
cock. I could taste the bittersweet hint of boy precum. The
sensation made me dizzy.

"I want you to make love to me," he gasped.

"We can't yet my love," although I wanted nothing more,
"your body can't take the size yet."

"I wanna try," he begged.

"Ok my prince," I would always give him whatever he wanted,
"but if it hurts too much we will have to stop."

"Ok," he moaned.

He had taken two fingers with no problem so there was a
chance that he could bear the invasion of my cock. But I was
still very cautious. Since I hadn't planned on this, I had
no lube, so I grabbed a bottle of coco butter lotion from
off of the vanity and greased my cock and his asshole as
best I could. I pierced the opening without much resistance.
I instructed my young lover to push out as I entered further
hoping to widen his opening. I pushed further and saw the
wincing on his face. I stopped.

"Keep going," he gasped, "I'm ok. it feels so good."

His words pushed me over the edge and with one fluid motion
I drove my cock all the way into his ass. He let out a loud
grunt as my balls mashed into his. His ass felt like a
searing glove around my engorged prick. I began to fuck him
slowly. He moaned with every thrust and after the first few
he fell into the rhythm. We began to fuck harder, my cock
slamming deep into his hot boy ass. I wanted to see his face
as I made love to him. I pulled out and rolled him over onto
his back picking his legs up and wrapping them around my
waist. He was in another world. He was breathing hard and
pulling on the sheets. He looked possessed. It drove me
wild. I drove my cock back into his abused hole. He never
flinched as he gripped my cock with his ass. I fucked into
him while he pumped his own cock. After a few minutes I
pulled out again and rolled him onto his side. Spooning in
behind him, I lifted his leg and pushed myself into him
again. I fucked him as I kissed his sweet neck.

"I love you," he moaned, "I love you so much"

"I love you my sweet prince," my words shaky over my heavy
breathing.

"Ooooh!" he groaned as he shot two streams of boy juice onto
the bed.

The sight of my lover cumming sent me into my own orgasmic
explosion. Thick streams of my own juice filled my lover's
insides. I pulled him close to my body and kissed him gently
on the back of his neck.

"I love you so much my angel," I continued to kiss him.

"I know," he whispered, falling asleep, worn from the long
day, "I love you too"

As we both drifted off, we never broke our embrace. Still
inside my lover, I closed my eyes on the day.

When we landed, I helped Jack off of the plane and into the
limousine. He drifted back to sleep in my arms and upon
arrival, Bruce helped me carry him and put him to bed. We
closed out the night on the balcony with a couple glasses of
Brandy.

"He's a handsome young man Carl," he swirled the liquid on
his glass as he looked out into the night.

"He's the most amazing person I've ever known," I took a sip
of Brandy, "I am totally taken by him."

"It's gonna be a rough rode. You must know that?" I welcomed
his honesty.

"I do. I've run it through my mind a billion times, and
everything I know in my head tells me that I should be
running from this. But my heart won't let me."

"I don't pretend to understand, Carl" he began, "but I can
tell you that I certainly don't see this as some kind of
child molester thing. I watched him with you. He loves you.
Besides, it's not my place to judge. You have my support my
friend."

"Thank you Bruce," I meant it, "this is my cross to bear.
But I am committed to loving this boy, no matter what the
cost."

We talked for a little while longer before retiring to bed.
I climbed in next to Jack and took him into my arms. I had
never slept so easy as I did with Jack. I was in love.