Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 17:35:19 -0500
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Granny's Pride and Joy, Chapter 1

Dear Reader: the following story is considered adult fiction and as such
may not be viewed by persons under the age of 18.


	The American southland provides all kinds of recreational
activities, my favorite being white water rafting. A bruising experience
during low water, the New River is one of the most exciting trips I have
ever enjoyed in early summer.

	And then there is the quiet water, a place where a man can think
and enjoy nature. For if you take a canoe through the wilderness you may
experience moments like our ancestors did, both Native and otherwise. And
if you are very lucky, a story like this may unfold.

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				Granny's Pride and Joy (M/B)

Chapter One

	The brochure for the canoe trip on the New River promised adventure
and total relaxation. A few of the glossy photos caught my eye and made me
smile. Just ordinary people paddling canoes, their smiling faces surrounded
by lush green forest. Sigh, it seemed to be just what I needed so my dad
called for a reservation.

	I hadn't been in a canoe since I was in Scouts, but it all seemed
familiar when I stepped aboard that first morning. My dad had to sign off
for me, some insurance regulation, and he paid the fee. I'd asked for
nothing last month for a graduation gift, this had been my dad's idea.

	"Go find yourself, get away from the world. Come fall you'll be up
to your eyeballs in work at college, you need one last summer to enjoy
being a kid." God did he know me well; I was still a kid at heart. High
school seemed to have come and gone in a heartbeat. But now I was eighteen,
I needed to accept adulthood and move on in life...nothing scared me more.

	The owner of American River Adventures assured me I would find the
river quiet with a gentle current this time of year. He had packed
provisions for several days since there were three separate stop off
points, each with a shelter I could use.

	"Well you sure came to the right place for a little alone time,"
Mr. Clark assured me. "Don't get too caught up and forget to come home, "
he joked.

	My dad shook his hand and helped me load the canoe. He had taken
this same journey, not on the river, but in life. The summer he turned
eighteen dad had hiked the Appalachian Trail from Georgia on up into New
England. It was the hardest thing he had ever done but it catapulted him
right into law school.

	And that was the point of this trip, I wasn't sure if I was doing
the right thing. I had spent my senior year without a clue. I had the
grades but not the inspiration, choosing a career amidst my many interests
didn't seem possible. The final result, I had signed up for a chef's school
in Florida. Cooking college, was I crazy?

	My parents had seemed supportive...mildly. I am sure they thought
it was just another phase, but it was a safe choice for me, I loved to
cook. I suffered the raised eyebrows of my friends, I suppose they had a
point. I only had two close friends, at least guys that mattered to me. I
was still working on figuring out the female of the species.

	I wasn't very popular at school. I wasn't a jock, a geek or a nerd,
I was just me. My father's position in the community certainly didn't help
my case, he was a judge. I focused on academics instead of dating, at least
the other kids left me alone.

	I wasn't a bad looking guy, at least that's what Stan said, and he
was my best friend. My other best friend was his boyfriend so I guess that
made him gay. No biggie, I was raised in a liberal environment, the only
child of the most feared man in town. If I had worn a dress to school no
one would have said a bad word to me, but I wouldn't do that, I wasn't gay.

	I had a map, provisions, first aid kit and almost a hundred miles
of smooth water ahead if I chose to stay out that long. I was smiling too,
just like those people in the brochure, and why not? Peace and quiet,
that's what I was here for, time to think about the future. I shoved away
from the dock and paddled a dozen strokes into the slow moving current.

	It was almost as if I didn't need to paddle at all, the canoe kept
a straight course all by itself. I gazed out across the water and watched
fish jumping along the shoreline. Brightly colored birds flitted in and out
of the shadows among the trees and their chatter served to amuse me.  How
little time I'd spent enjoying nature this way, this was real good fun.

	I followed each curve on my map, noting landmarks and counting the
bridges. By noon I'd traveled almost six miles and thought the current must
be particularly strong today. Cows in pastures and beer cans along the
shore marred my image of being in a deep wilderness. The map showed there
was a small town ahead and then nothing beyond for miles until the end of
my trip.

	Brockton wasn't much, a few buildings and another bridge over my
head. I waved at an old man sitting along the shore, fishing pole in hand,
and he waved back. I was only a few dozen yards away as I glided past but
neither of us spoke. I knew he'd had no luck today, it was too hot.

	In minutes I was around the bend and the town was forgotten. Now
there were only eight miles to the point where I would tie up to shore and
spend the night. Through the trees came the sound of voices whooping,
followed by a loud splash. I drifted around the corner and came upon a
small inlet where water tumbled into the river from a stream.

	The voices belonged to a couple of boys and as I watched one of
them swung out on a rope over the river and dropped with a mighty
splash. The boy came up sputtering only feet away from the canoe and gasped
at my sudden appearance. The remaining boy yelled and waved so I raised my
hand in reply.

	The youngster in the water swam over to the side of the canoe and
stared up at me. "Hey, mister, where ya goin?"

	The face was pure farm boy, his muscular body tanned by the sun and
that's when I realized they were both quite naked and didn't seem the least
bit shy about it. I guessed the boy in the water to be about fourteen, the
one on shore slightly younger.

	"Just out having fun like you are," I said.

	"Take us with you...can you do that?" the boy asked.

	"I...I don't see how that's possible...what would your parents
say?" I asked.

	I had always wanted a younger brother; friendly kids like this had
a certain appeal. Not that I was interested in his body but so far all I'd
seen were his head and chest. His long wet hair was plastered to his face
but it did nothing to hide that huge smile and white teeth.

	"They won't care, its summer...they aren't even home this week,"
the boy said.

	I shook my head. "I would need your parent's permission, besides
you don't even know me. Don't they tell you not to talk to strangers? I
might be a dangerous man."

	The boy broke into laughter at that comment, and I saw a real
twinkle in his eye. "So we could come if my granny says it's OK?"

	"I might still be dangerous, she'd never agree," I said.

	"I bet she would, wanna find out?"

	"You're pretty sure about this aren't you? Why all of a sudden do
you want to run off down river with me?"

	"Jerry and I haven't seen anyone interesting on the river in a long
time, he's my cousin...Oh, I'm Talbot James Winslow, but most folks just
call me Tally. What's your name?"

	"Evan Parsons...so why is this little trip so important to you? I
was planning to be back this way fairly soon, I'm only out for a few days."

	"Aww, you look like a fun guy and this town is so boring. I'm gonna
die if I don't get some excitement."  That twinkle was back in his eyes and
I could swear he knew what he was doing. How would a kid like this have any
experience? But Stan had made me aware of certain things and right now I
could tell this kid was flirting with me.

	"OK, you got me with that one, I am a fun guy. We can go talk to
your granny but I still doubt if she'll let you go," I said. What the hell
was I thinking; did I really want them along?

	Tally's smile got bigger, if that was even possible, and he let go
of the canoe. I paddled over towards shore and the boys pulled me in close
enough to tie up to a fallen tree. I pulled myself out on the roots and
stepped on shore, my first real chance to check them both out.

	They both had dirty blonde hair, much the same length as well. The
all over tans seemed to suggest that they ran around naked most of the time
which explained their general lack of modesty.

	I could tell Jerry was the younger by the sparse hair above his
cock, thirteen at least. Not that his equipment was diminished, far from
it, both boys were ahead of the curve for that age. Younger meant shyer and
Jerry fit the bill as he hung back a bit, less certain about me than his
bolder cousin. And then there were the eyes. Tally's blue eyes twinkled;
Jerry's were paler but just as blue.

	Tally's body was solid muscle, nothing less than what I would
expect from a farm boy who had to earn his keep. Jerry looked softer; his
hips weren't quite as narrow but his ass was damn near perfect. OK, and
where had that thought come from?

	I looked up into Tally's eyes and saw the look of amusement. "Do we
pass?"

	"You look fit and healthy, I might need some help in paddling," I
said. Yes, Tally had experience around guys, Stan would agree. "So where is
Granny?"

	I allowed myself to follow them up a path into the pasture
above. For purely selfish reasons I lagged behind since any boy that age
has to be followed. And to my amazement I ended up watching their butts.

	Yes, Jerry's bottom was still kind of fleshy, adolescence was still
something new to his body. Tally's was flatter and didn't wiggle as much; I
knew they would be firm if I touched them. OK Evan, that's way out of line,
but I knew Tally would love it if I did.

	For some reason Tally had me pegged as curious even though I didn't
think of him sexually. That probably wasn't necessary; he was doing a lot
of thinking for himself. Just inviting me up to see his granny was strange,
but then Tally appeared to get his way with people. After all here I was,
and now it only remained to be seen how Jerry fit into all this.

	The land rose and fell around us, cows dotted the pasture and I saw
farm buildings in the near distance. Tally led us straight towards a small
shed beside the largest barn and we stepped in through the open door. Ahh,
this is where they stashed their clothes.

	"I was just beginning to think you guys might be nudist
farmers. That would make life interesting come milking time," I cracked.

	Tally laughed but Jerry damn near fell over laughing. I didn't
think it was that funny but apparently he thought so. And for the first
time he spoke.

	"Oh, Uncle Terry has got machines that suck the milk out of those
cows, ask Tally, he knows all about that," Jerry said.

	Tally blushed and I could just imagine the story he would probably
like to keep to himself. Who said farm boys don't have fun?

	"Put a little cream in the milk did you, Tally?" I asked.

	Jerry had to sit down he was laughing so hard, that earned him a
punch in the arm from Tally. But the boy owned up to it with a nod of his
head and further blushing. God, he was about the cutest thing I'd ever
met. Stop it Evan, you can't think of him that way...but I did.

	Overalls and boots was all they put on, enough to be respectable in
front of a woman, and then we walked up to the farm house. My grandpa used
to talk about farm life and how hard it was, I could see how neat this
place was, someone seemed to care about how it looked.

	The house was in need of some paint but it looked warm and cozy, a
place Tally's family had probably held for generations. We walked around
the house to the front and there sat Granny snapping beans on the front
porch.

	"Tally...there you are, and who's this you brought back with you?"
She brushed back a few gray hairs that had strayed and went on snapping the
beans. Her smile was infectious, a country woman with a sense of humor.

	"Evan Parsons," I said by way of introducing myself. I knew the
protocol; I sat down at the table opposite her and grabbed a handful of
beans to strip off.

	She smiled. "You know that's usually woman's work you got your
hands on."

	I laughed. "Yeah, then we share a lot more in common than you might
think, I'm going to study as a chef this fall."

	"Oh, really? So what brings you out this way, Mr. Parsons?"

	"Evan, please...and Tally didn't even tell me your name, I'm
sorry."

	"Boy's a brat, got no manners a'tall, I'm Dorothy Winslow, Tally's
my grandson...but just one of six, he ain't nothin special." She threw a
piece of bean at the boy and laughed when it bounced off his nose. Tally
stuck out his tongue and then smiled. It was all a lie, the boy was
definitely her favorite.

	"Well Ms. Winslow, I was taking a nice quiet trip down river when
this screaming monkey swung out over the water and damn near dropped into
the canoe."

	She laughed at my description and threw another bean at Tally, he
ducked this one. "And I bet he was naked as the day he was born too. Don't
think I don't know what you boys are doin down there, hear?"

	It was my turn to laugh. "Well yes, I didn't see any evidence of
clothing, but it sure looked like fun."

	"So you were drifting down the river and got ambushed," Dorothy
said. "My husband and I used to go rowing on that river when he was alive,
rest his soul. Frank was quite a fisherman, but do you see these boys
bringing me any fish? Come summer and their minds go out to pasture with
the livestock."

	"The farm looks very nice, it must be a lot of work," I said.

	"Terry does a fine job keepin the place up. He's got four boys, and
Tally here is the youngest. Don't think his mind is on farmin much, he'll
be off once he finishes school. Where you from Mr...Evan?"

	"Asheville, my daddy has been a county judge up there for nearly
fourteen years. I chose a culinary college in Florida and got accepted,
that starts this fall. I just graduated high school last month."

	"A young man on his way up, that's what I see. So why did the boys
drag you up here off the river?"

	I looked down at Tally and he smiled, the brat was going to get me
to ask her if he could. Well I'd better or we would be here all afternoon.

	"I think the boys are bored, they wanted to go camping with me," I
said.

	She looked over at Tally. "Cat got your tongue, boy? Or did you
hire Evan to do all your talking for you?"

	"He's doin just fine all by himself," Tally said.

	"Well bored he is, done everything except burn down the barn this
summer. Now his sidekick is here, double my trouble," Dorothy said. "Sure
go on, take them out of my sight for a few days, the boy is old enough to
handle himself. You want to go too, Jerry?"

	Jerry nodded, this conversation was definitely off his home turf,
but he played shy very well. If Tally was trying to get something going
with me, what did Jerry expect? I could only imagine what Tally had been
teaching the younger boy.

	"Go on then, just be back before Saturday...and for heaven's sake,
keep your damn clothes on. Screaming monkey, I'll have to remember that
one."

	"Are you sure, you don't even know me," I said.

	"Sure enough, I'm a pretty good judge of people, you look fine to
me. Why don't we go raid the pantry and see what kind of eats you need for
them," Dorothy said.

	She led the way into the house and I admired her huge kitchen, but
I was stunned at her pantry. Rows of jars, hundreds of them, everything
neatly sealed and labeled. Here was a woman that could feed her family all
winter long without more then a few trips to the store, her garden must be
something special.

	I filled a box as she handed me things, knowing it was way too
much, but then she knew how boys could eat when they had a mind to. I asked
Tally if he and Jerry needed to pack some clothes and got a sneer in
return, but they both brought out sleeping bags, all a naked kid would
need.

	I thanked Dorothy for her kindness and she just told me to put the
boys ashore if they got to be a bother, the walk back might do them some
good. We waved goodbye and set off back towards the river. Tally was all
for shucking their clothes right off but I suggested they might need them
later on if we ran into any park rangers or ladies on the trip.

	Jerry took the middle of the canoe and I handed Tally a paddle
pointing at the front. "No free rides, this is a lot more weight, I'll need
your help," I said.

	We were back on the river before it occurred to me that I needed to
ask them a question. "You both do swim well don't you?"

	Tally laughed and Jerry nodded. I looked at the boy and wondered
what it would take to bring him out of that shyness. Not that he was
sullen; it just seemed a bit odd for a boy that age to be so quiet.

	I still couldn't believe that Dorothy had allowed me to take off
with her grandkids like this; she didn't know me at all. I wasn't some
dirty old man lusting after the boys, but in Tally's world lust was always
on the menu. Maybe there were still some trusting souls out there and she
had to be one of them.

	We paddled on through the afternoon and the boys became
restless. The heat of the day was held at bay when we were under the trees,
but there were long stretches out in the open. I thought we ought to take a
break, or at least cool off. Naked swimming seemed like a good idea,
Tally's granny came back to mind.

	"Tally, why did your granny agree to let you go so easy?"

	"I guess she didn't think strangling me was the best idea, I've
been a real pain this summer I suppose. I ain't a little kid anymore, I do
my share around the farm, and she knows that. Besides, you talked her into
it."

	"Yeah, I sorta noticed you didn't do any talking. You were almost
as quiet as Jerry."

	Tally stopped paddling and looked back at me. "Jerry is quiet
because his daddy is in Iraq and he's worried. Nothin bad is gonna happen
to my uncle, he's a sergeant in the Marines and tough as hell...right,
Jerry?"

	Jerry nodded and spoke. "Tough as nails. I just wish he didn't have
to go, I miss him real bad."

	OK, that little voice brought a tear to my eye, I felt so sorry for
the little man. It explained why he allowed Tally to take the lead in
everything; Jerry was lost in his own sorrow. His young life was on hold
waiting for daddy to return.

	I reached up and rubbed my hand on Jerry's back and he turned back
towards me with a smile. He must have seen the sadness in my eyes because
he reached back and held my hand. It was such a wonderful moment I almost
wanted to cry. But Tally stole the focus of my thoughts.

	"Hey, is that our shelter over there?" Tally yelled out, pointing
at the shore.

	Sure enough, there was the American River logo tacked to a tree
just as Clark had described it. The campsite looked fairly nice surrounded
with trees, and I even saw a stack of firewood beside the shelter.

	"Yeah, that's us. Do we stop here or go on to the next one?" I
asked.

	"Let's stop, I'm tired of all this paddling...it's too hot," Tally
complained.

	I could only agree, it was hot and I could feel the sweat running
down inside my shirt. Poor Jerry had just sat there baking in the sun
without a word, a little shade would do us all some good.

	"OK, this is it then," I said, and Tally steered us towards the
river bank.

	We tied up to a handy tree and unloaded the canoe. It had to be
fifteen degrees cooler up under the trees as we stacked our stuff under the
shelter. Tally was the first to peal off his clothes, two snaps and his
overalls fell around his ankles, Jerry did the same. Neither of them wore
underwear and I felt positively over dressed.

	"You gonna swim with us?" Jerry asked with a smile, how could I say
no? I started to undress and both boys watched every move I made.

	Jerry might be less mature but I knew he and Tally were at least
jerking off together. Tally on the other hand must have gained some
experience elsewhere as well; I just wondered how far he'd gone. I was
quickly down to my boxers and there I paused.

	"Come on, no one will see you," Tally laughed. "Maybe you got
something to hide."

	I pealed down my boxers and stood up. My eyes met Jerry's first and
his were big as dinner plates.

	"Whoa," Jerry said.

	"Awesome," Tally said and I looked over at his grin. "Jeez Evan,
that's bigger than two of mine."

	"Means you got room to grow Tally. Never be ashamed of how big you
are just if you don't know how to use it," I said.

	Jerry laughed and almost said something, but then he looked over at
Tally. OK, something had been going on between them and I was determined to
find out what it was. Tally took the first leap into the river so I grabbed
Jerry and jumped with him in my arms. The boy clung to me as we splashed
down. Just as I figured, he wasn't much of a swimmer.

	But the water was only a few feet deep here and Jerry could stand
up, I squatted down and that put his crotch right at my eye level.

	"Nice parts you got there, Jerry. They look fairly new, do they
work for you?" I asked.

	Jerry blushed but he nodded, knowing damn well what I was
asking. Tally of course had to butt in.

	"Jerry just started makin cum two months ago, I've been doin it for
a long time now," he said.

	"Oh, I'm sure, Tally. I had you figured as a jerk off champ the
minute I laid eyes on you," I said. "Probably four or five times a day is
my guess."

	Jerry laughed and I knew I'd pegged that one dead on. "What about
you?" Tally asked, not willing to be the brunt of my attack for long.

	"I used to go five or six when I was fourteen, now once is enough
to unload a few gallons of premium grade," I said.

	"Gallons?" Jerry gasped.

	It was my turn to laugh. "No, not really, it just looks like that."

	"Oh, you are going to show us aren't you?" Tally asked.

	"I had you figured for a sex manic too; I don't know what I'm up
for."

	Jerry had dropped to his knees in the water, all the better to hide
his erection. Tally had no such need; he was the show off so he stood
up. The boy was sporting wood, damn near six inches of hard meat.

	"Nice cock, Tally...that ought to make the girls hungry," I said.

	"Don't like girls, never have," Tally said. "Suppose that might
mean I'm queer, dunno, not important to me yet."

	"A wise decision, what's the rush...not like you have to get
married tomorrow," I said.

	"You aren't married are you? What do you like?" Tally asked.

	"Me? I've done a few things, but not much really. I just haven't
spent a lot of time worrying about it. I do have a friend who tells me I'm
hot."

	Jerry's mouth dropped open and he said one word. "Hot?"

	"As in really good in bed," Tally said and then he smiled. "Maybe
we'll find out later."

	I laughed, now he was getting to the point. I really had to know
what he was thinking before we spent the night together. "You offering me
your butt, little man?" I asked.

	Tally smiled. "Maybe."

	It was time to end the game. I was only human and all these sexual
thoughts had given me an erection. I was sure things would calm down if
they saw it, so I stood up. Jerry gasped and keeled over in the water
laughing, it was Tally's turn to freak.

	"Oh My God...no way," he said. "That would kill me."

	"At least you would die happy," I laughed and then I tackled him.

	We wrestled for a while, which consisted of them tackling me and
pushing me under. I tossed them around a bit. Touching their bodies was
quite a thrill, something I wasn't prepared to enjoy quite this much.

	I was sure Tally saw all this as foreplay to some future sexual
encounter. His hand brushed my parts a half dozen times trying to see if I
would do the same to him. Just that open attitude of his made me wonder how
I should respond.

	Stan and I had done the boyish curiosity bit when we were twelve,
it was only later that I discovered we had different agendas. I was
beginning to wonder if I missed those days when being an adolescent meant
no pressure and sexual exploration was only about fun.

	But when Stan came out to me at age sixteen I had to admit I wasn't
surprised, the clues had been there all along. Yea, he was my best friend
and by then I had realized that my feelings went beyond that. I admitted
that I loved him; he was the closest thing I had to a soul mate. He almost
cried, I certainly wanted to, but the hug was our best choice.

	Stan was openly gay; I stood up for him when others got aggressive
about it, but I wasn't gay...I couldn't be even if I wanted to. How could I
do that to my parents...my dad? But those early years with Stan all seemed
to come back at me now when I looked at Tally. I knew the boy would do
anything I asked, I couldn't allow myself the indulgence. He was just a
kid.

	Finally I dragged myself out of their clutches and plopped down on
the bench which ran across the back of the shelter. The boys joined me, one
on either side.

	"That was fun," Jerry said and I couldn't help myself, I reached
out and gave him a hug. Jerry responded by laying his head on my chest and
I looked up to see Tally watching. He nodded and smiled, this time he
wasn't jealous of my attentions towards Jerry.

	I held onto Jerry with my right arm and reached out my left towards
Tally, he scooted right over against me and I held him close as well. I
turned my head and kissed Tally on the forehead and then looked down as his
face turned up towards mine. That look said it all.

	Tally slid a hand behind my head and pulled me in, pressing our
lips together. I was stunned and yet, I felt his need and my own, I kissed
him back.  Jerry's hand slid down my stomach and his fingers played with my
pubic growth. And as my cock began to rise he reached out to grasp it.

	I was being double teamed here. Jerry was plain fascinated; Tally
wanted a piece of me. I pulled away from Tally's mouth and removed Jerry's
hand from my cock.

	I was about to say we ought to stop this right now. I couldn't
allow myself to get in trouble with two under-aged boys. And then Jerry
yawned. It had to be the all the sun he'd endured sapping his energy, the
kid was tired out so I changed my thoughts.

	"How's about a nap? Let's set up the shelter and lay down for a
while. We still have a few hours before dark. Then we can start a fire and
I'll cook you guys some dinner."

	Jerry could use the sleep, I'm sure Tally had other ideas but that
was fine, it was time to stop all this playing around. We rolled out the
sleeping bags with me in the middle of course. I gathered some kindling and
laid out the fire and my cooking gear. If I did fall asleep I didn't want
to be fumbling around in the dark looking for things.

	Tally went out back for a pee and Jerry lay down. I rolled his way
and rubbed his back.

	"You make me feel so good," Jerry said.

	"I've been sad before, I know what you're feeling and it's not
fun. You ever feel like you need a hug then just let me know," I said.

	"Thank you...you're so nice," Jerry mumbled and I knew he was
falling asleep. I rubbed his back for a while longer, even when Tally came
back and lay down behind me.

	I was sixteen when my uncle died. I still thought of that as one of
the saddest days in my life, back then it was devastating. Uncle Harry had
been the only adult I could talk to...about anything. I knew better than to
tell my parents so I told Harry how I felt about secret things, including
Stan.

	I remember his big arms surrounding me and the kisses he gave my
cheeks.

	"Don't ever forget, no matter how strange it feels sometimes, you
are the best thing God ever made. It doesn't matter who you love, just be
sure to love them well. I will always be here to help you when I can." Two
months later Harry died of a brain tumor, I almost died with him.

	I could feel Jerry's fear; a loss at this age would devastate him
as well. Tally seemed to understand what I was feeling. It made me
understand that he had been trying to do much the same thing for Jerry, he
just lacked the experience I had.

	Now I was sure Tally had been having more than little jerk off
sessions with Jerry, I was positive that he had sought to give the boy
other pleasures as well. Jerry was vulnerable to that sort of attention; he
would do anything to become closer to Tally.

	Jerry was out as I rolled over towards Tally and saw the tears in
his eyes. He leaned over and kissed me again, then pulled back.

	"You are so good to him..." Tally began, but then he sobbed and
really started crying. I could only hold him as I had Jerry. The man was
his uncle after all, Tally felt fear as well.

	No matter that he had put on a brave front for Jerry, Tally was
just as scared. Sergeants were high on the casualty lists in that war, the
insurgents knew to target the leaders. I wasn't a political person but I
hated what we'd done to ourselves with this war. Jerry was just another
casualty among many.

	Tally stopped his crying and I felt him begin to move in
closer. Once past the anguish his body was responding to our shared
heat. He reminded me so much of Charlie, the only boy that had ever
succeeded in seducing me. I was alone and vulnerable at just the right time
for Charlie to succeed.

	I never ate at McDonalds so soda was about all I ever stopped in to
get. And this kid kept looking at me and I noticed his eyes. The color
stood out under those long sexy lashes, he had blueberry eyes. Maybe that
wasn't the name others would use to describe them, but I did. I was headed
for culinary school, I knew blueberry when I saw it.

	He was with two friends, girls that seemed more interested in one
another than this boy. I smiled at their antics and then the girls left,
the eyes came towards me and sat down.

	"Hello," he said. His voice was soft and melodious. I pegged him
for a singer.

	"Hi," I said, and then for no apparent reason I felt myself blush,
it made him smile.

	"I saw you looking...was it me or my lesbian friends?"

	"A little of both," I said. "You have beautiful eyes...they make me
think of blueberries."

	"I'm Charlie...I'd love to know what else you think."

	Charlie was fifteen going on sixteen. We hung out at first, quietly
sitting in the back of movie theatres or concerts. He had long fingers, the
better to play his piano he explained. And yes, he did sing, he was in a
band. It took three months before Charlie made a move, and by then I was
willing to let him.

	The boy lived in a mansion; I occupied a small room in my parent's
house. But he lived in my heart for almost a full year before his parents
moved to Oregon. He swore to come back, to run away and live with me, I
never held him to that promise. I knew it couldn't happen, I wasn't gay.

	I wasn't fooling myself, Charlie and I had done the big nasty and
that was certainly gay, but I had done it to please him. That had all been
eight months ago, but it seemed like yesterday's feelings. I had given in
to Charlie because he was so kind and gentle, and with him I discovered
feelings I had never expected to surface.

	Tally was just a boy, a child without the means to control his own
life. And yet here I was feeling vulnerable and weak again. He was so
young, too young for what I really wanted to do, but that wasn't why I was
here.

	Tally wanted something from me; and for some reason I was here to
meet that need. I had never grown out of loving; I just didn't want to fall
in love with a boy. Losing Charlie had hurt more than I realized at the
time, but I'd had time to think about that pain.

	Finding love in my college group would be easy; I just didn't feel
up to deciding which sex attracted me more. I was still a kid inside, an
adolescent to the core. I probably shared more with boys like Tally than I
did with the adults in my life. This was all something no adult would
understand. But Tally did and his hands were roaming my body seeking a
means to arouse me.

	I grasped his hair and gently pulled his head back until our eyes
met. "What is it you want from me, Tally?"

	"I want you...whatever you want," He replied.

	"You want me to fuck you even if it hurts?"

	His eyes blazed with passion. "Yeah."

	"Why? You're a sweet kid...I don't want to hurt you," I said.

	"I have to know what it's like so I can decide...no one else will
do it for me."

	"If you don't get fucked then you can't be sure if you're gay, am I
right?"

	Tally nodded. "I have to know, it's driving me crazy."

	"So a little pain instead of crazy, I get that," I said. "But do
you know what comes after the pain?"

	"No...what?"

	"Pleasure. A feeling so deep you'll never look at girls the same
ever again. Because by then you'll know that only a guy can satisfy what
you want."

	"Yeah...I want it. Oh God, it's gonna hurt so bad, you're huge."

	"Yeah, it probably will...if I did it. Why me Tally?"

	"You're the only guy who ever understood me, Evan. I can see it in
your eyes when you look at me. I'm a sex maniac just like you said, I just
never knew why. I'll never meet another guy like you...ever."

	"And so I'm the guy you chose to take your virginity. Tally you're
so young, this shouldn't happen now...can't you wait a few more years?"

	"Can't we do it now?" Tally asked.

	"You'll scream and Jerry will wake up, it will scare him really
bad," I said.

	"He'll understand, I fuck him sometimes. He likes it."

	"So why doesn't he do it back to you?"

	"He's scared...he's afraid his dad will find out and hate him."

	Yes, Jerry would feel that way. The boy would allow nothing to come
between him and his father...nothing. I was Tally's big chance. I didn't
know if he could relax enough to let me inside. Oh God, I was thinking
about doing it.

	This was an act of desperation on Tally's part. Either he was being
foolish or smart, could he really see something in my eyes? But I felt
something for him, we were total strangers and yet I felt something. Maybe
if I had been in his shoes this would all seem clearer?

	Alone with his thoughts and no one to talk to, I had been
there. But I had Stan, and then Charlie. I had worked out my feelings and
yet at this moment I understood that I knew nothing. Here I would be the
aggressor and not the vulnerable boy who needed love. Oh God, Tally was me
four years ago.

	I rolled Tally on his stomach and began to rub his back

	"Have you been sticking things up there for practice?" I asked.

	"Yeah...can you tell?"

	"I'm not even looking at your asshole. What are you using, a shovel
handle?"

	"I cut the end off a rake. It's like those things I've seen in
magazines," Tally said.

	"That had to hurt; wood does not make a good dildo."

	"Yeah, it hurt at first, but I got Jerry to slow down and use more
grease."

	"I hope you mean cooking grease, lard?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I get it from the kitchen. It doesn't last long though."

	"No, it wouldn't, it melts when it gets warm," I said.

	God, it had been a long time since I had my hands on a warm
body. But Charlie liked certain things and I remembered how to do them. It
made Charlie relax; it ought to do the same for Tally. Once I started there
would be no turning back...and I gave in.

	Parting Tally's ass cheeks I leaned down to run my tongue across
his smooth skin. The boy jumped as I touched his sweet spot, but then he
groaned as I kept doing it.

	"Oh fuck...that feels so good."

	I allowed my tongue to lap up the crack of his ass, swiping across
the wrinkled flesh of his anus. More groans that turned into one huge gasp
as I pressed into him.

	"Jeez...do it Evan...oh yes," Tally moaned.

	Charlie had taught me this; I loved it myself long as the boy was
clean down there. Spending two hours in the river seemed to have done the
trick. I remembered the flavor of that hidden flesh and my cock became
fully erect.

	I tongue fucked the kid until his butt hole seemed to spread open;
I reached for my pack and the bottle of lotion. Tally turned his head back
to watch as I spread the slippery gel on my fingers. I got another long
groan as I slid two of them inside of him.

	It all came back to me now; I knew how to give Tally pleasure. I
just hoped this wouldn't fuck with his head.  My fingers worked that hole
for several minutes, as I listened to Tally pant and moan as the pleasure
sank in. I could feel him pushing his ass back on my fingers; the boy was
ready as he would ever be.

	I slid my body up over his back and kissed his neck, my cock was
riding the crease between his butt cheeks.

	"You ready for the pain, or will it be pleasure?" I whispered in
his ear.

	"I don't care....just fuck me, I'm about ready to bust."

	Tally was hot as a firecracker so I rolled him over on his back and
raised his legs.

	He looked up at me. "Never done it this way," he said.

	"Easier on you and I get to see you smile," I said. Charlie and I
always did it like this.

	He smiled as I squirted lotion on my cock; but he lost that smile
when I began to press into him. I had the head of my cock almost completely
in him before Tally sucked air in through his teeth.

	"Hurts," he hissed and I stopped moving.

	"You wanna stop just say so, I'm not even in you yet."

	"No...hold on...go slow," Tally said.

	I pressed forward and felt his sphincter relax, then suddenly I was
in him and he took a deep breath then let it out slowly. I gained another
inch or so and saw his eyes blaze with passion. I leaned down and kissed
him, this time with tongue.

	That helped, Tally clutched my waist and then clawed his way down
to my ass. Every move he made was accompanied by a little more penetration,
and then I rubbed against his prostate. The tongue in my mouth withdrew and
Tally groaned so loudly I knew he was switching from pain to pleasure.

	I spent five minutes on the penetration; my eyes never left his
face the whole time unless we were kissing. But then I felt his ball sac
press into my stomach, I was all the way in. Tally was trembling, his body
responding to the new feelings. He sighed when he realized I wasn't going
any further.

	"Oh...fuck, it feels so big inside me," Tally said.

	I wasn't moving until he got used to it. "You OK?"

	"Yeah, the pain is gone...you did that real fine," Tally said.

	I kissed him again and began a slow slide of withdrawal, Tally
moaned as I slid about halfway out and then pushed back in. He shuddered
and clutched at me until I bottomed out once again.

	"OK, you can go faster...I think," Tally said.

	I began a slow steady rhythm which seemed to please him. His cock
had gone completely soft at my intrusion, now he was boned up again as I
rubbed his prostate with every thrust. His vocal responses added to the
pleasure I felt at watching his facial expressions.

	Charlie was a screamer, it always freaked me out but it also made
me erupt. I was on familiar ground here, only the object of my desire was
this young boy. Tally looked like he was lost in the feeling, loving every
second. God, he was such a beautiful boy.

	But barely two minutes later he gasped and said, "Oh...shit...Oh
shit...ahhh." This was followed by a huge spurt of cum that plastered his
chest and belly, I didn't miss a stroke. Then I heard another gasp, only
this one wasn't from Tally.

	I looked over at Jerry and saw those wide blue eyes.

	"Whoa...you're doin it...but you didn't wait for me," Jerry said.

	"Come on then, join us," I said.

	He didn't know what to do, but I wanted him to become a part of
Tally's initiation.

	"Kneel over Tally's head and hold his ankles up, I bet his legs are
getting tired." Probably no such thing, but this would get the boy
involved.  Jerry stood up and did as I said, grasping Tally's ankles as I
continued my thrusting. With his knees on either side of Tally's head
Jerry's cock was within easy reach.

	Tally was ready to bring Jerry into our sex act, and he captured
the boys' cock in his mouth. I knew he'd have a finger inside Jerry in
short order. It's what I would have done.

	"Oh...hell yeah," Jerry almost screamed, and he clasped Tally's
head, fucking his mouth with long easy strokes.

	I couldn't see Tally's hands so I reached around to feel them, sure
enough he was poking Jerry's butt hole. I slapped the lotion bottle in his
hand and he got the idea. The difference was immediate, a finger up his
butt sent Jerry into a fucking frenzy.

	I was ready to cum, but I waited, putting off the feeling for long
as I could. Jerry gasped and groaned and his cock swelled. His cum exploded
into Tally's mouth, a goodly amount evidenced by the overflow that drooled
down Tally's chin. Tally swallowed before I placed a hand on Jerry's head,
pushing him back. Jerry dropped down on the bench and watched.

	I was about there and Tally was getting overheated. He needed a
rest, I needed to cum. I pulled my cock out of him and he yelped. I started
stroking my self and on a ten count I came. It was forceful and plentiful;
I sprayed Tally down real good.

	I shot a good eight spurts; it had been a while since I was this
worked up. Tally's chin, neck and chest were covered in my seed. I groaned
throughout and then collapsed on my side to avoid falling into the pool of
slime.

	Jerry said it best. "Fucking awesome." I could only agree.

	For once Tally was speechless. I sat up and looked down at Tally's
face; there were tears in his eyes, happy tears I hoped. I reached out and
pulled him to his feet.

	"Bath time," I said.

	Jerry whooped and ran towards the river, jumping right off the bank
now that he knew it was safe. I walked slowly and Tally leaned into me, his
emotions were running high. I stopped before we got to the river and turned
to him, pulling him into my arms.

	"So did you get an answer?" I asked.

	I felt his head nod as his face pressed against my chest.

	"I love you," Tally said.

	I stroked his hair and he pulled his head back up. His smile was so
incredibly wonderful I leaned down to kiss him yet again. Talbot James
Winslow, I think I love you too, I thought.