Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 15:06:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: RIDE THE WHIRLWIND

DISCLAIMER: This story is not true. The feelings are.

DEDICATION: To Dawn, Bob in Illinois and in Memory of Buddy.

RIDE THE WHIRLWIND
by RimPig   2006

When I was eleven, my Mom got married - for the first time. She had gotten
pregnant with me when she was seventeen and a senior in High School. To put
it bluntly, Mom had no idea who my father was. It would seem that Mom had
been a 'Wild Child', into 'partying' and generally driving her own parents
around the bend. So much so, that when she turned up pregnant with me, they
basically threw her out and disowned her. After all, they had three other,
older daughters who were all "Perfect" - at least to my Mom's parents. The
fact that their youngest daughter was willful and disobedient just didn't
fit into their idea of a "picture perfect" family. This all I learned
later.

At any rate, Mom, when she found out she was pregnant and homeless,
suddenly did a complete 'about-face' and became extremely responsible. It
seems the idea that she had me growing inside her really changed her. She
went to live with some friends who were kind enough to take her in. She
went back to school and graduated and then moved on to Technical School to
gain a way to earn a living for herself and me. The technical training took
two years and, during that time, Mom worked at any job she could find to
put a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. She never talked about
it, but I got the feeling that sometimes there was no food for her, that
she sacrificed her own needs for me.

She eventually finished Technical School and graduated with the highest
grades in the class.  There was nothing unusual in that. Mom was really
smart. What was unusual was the technical training she had excelled in -
motorcycle repair. It seemed that there was still, buried inside her
somewhere, some remnants of that 'wild child' she had been before she
became a mother. She loved motorcycles. She owned a classic 1990
Harley-Davidson FIST 1340 Heritage softail which she'd found wrecked in a
junkyard and completely restored to it's 'cherry' condition. I loved to
ride on it with her. Mom was a good motorcycle rider but, like most
motorcycle riders, she loved speed. When she cut loose the engine on that
thing, it was like riding a whirlwind!

Mom went to work at a Harley-Davidson dealer and quickly worked her way up
to head mechanic. In the mean time, she saved every penny and within four
years of graduating from Technical School, Mom opened her own motorcycle
shop, which she named after her favorite movie - "Blazing Saddles". I spent
many happy hours in that shop, watching Mom work and, when she added more
mechanics, spending time with the guys who worked there as well.

It was in the shop that Mom met the guy she would eventually marry. His
name was Mike and he was a Marine, on leave and home for a month. Mike
owned a classic Harley ElectraGlide that he had stored at his parents
house. Since it had been stored for over a year, Mike had drained the
fluids from it and now needed it checked over to see that it was okay for
riding. I think he was a little shocked at first when he found out that Mom
was the owner of the bike shop as well as the head mechanic. However, what
probably endeared him to Mom right off the bat was that he asked her if she
would do the work herself since he wanted the best. It was hard for some
guys to see that a woman could be the best when it came to being a
mechanic.

I know that Mike asked her to go out with him for dinner that first night
because she had another little surprise for him. She had agreed to meet him
at the restaurant and he was waiting for her when she pulled up on her
Heritage softail. However, what I don't think he was prepared for was the
sight of me, her ten year old son riding on the back. Looking back now, I'm
sure that Mike envisioned that evening as a very different sort of date
than he ended up with but he took it well. We all had dinner and then took
a ride up to Pleasant Point, a park that had a bluff that overlooked the
whole valley where the town was situated. Mike even let me ride on his bike
on the way there while Mom followed on hers.

They didn't do anything that night but talk...and talk...and talk. I was
soon very bored but I could see that Mom was really enjoying herself so I
managed to keep myself busy throwing rocks over the wall at the edge of the
bluff, seeing how far I could get them to fall before they hit the
ground. One thing I did overhear was some concern on Mom's part about
Mike's age. It seems that he was two years younger than Mom at
twenty-four. For some reason I couldn't understand at the time, this seemed
to be a big deal to Mom. I know that Mike worked very hard at convincing
her that two years really wasn't any difference at all - which was exactly
the way I felt but didn't say anything.

That was the start of it. For the next month, while Mike was on leave, they
spent every night together - thankfully without me. This is not to say that
I didn't see anything of Mike. It seems that besides loving motorcycles,
Mike and I had something else in common - loving to fish. This was not
something that I shared with Mom who basically saw fishing as a boring,
useless activity but since our little cottage had a pond out back where I
would spend hours with a bamboo pole and line, she just came to accept it.

Mike, on the other hand, was an avid fisherman. He got Mom's permission to
take me to a nearby lake for the day one Saturday. I was surprised when
Mike showed up in a pickup truck with a small boat on a trailer behind
it. Since our only vehicle was the Harley, I figured that was true of Mike
as well but he explained to me he needed the truck to pull the boat. We
spent the day fishing on the lake, one of the happiest days I could
remember for a long time.

Perhaps, at this point, I should describe Mike. He was a really big guy -
six foot four inches with lots of muscles from exercise and working out, a
narrow waist and thick, sturdy, muscular legs. His hair was a dark red and
curly. He had intensely blue eyes and a smile that sent chills through me
and gave me goose-bumps. I had liked him almost from the first minute I'd
met him and he seemed to like me a lot.

It really hurt a lot when the day finally came that he had to return to the
Marine Corps. I know it hurt Mom, too. She walked around distracted and
grumpy for days after he'd left. In fact, she'd just about gotten back to
normal when, two weeks later, Mike rode back to the cycle shop. It was a
Saturday and Mom was completely taken aback when she saw him. I guess she
really loved him, too because right in front of all her mechanics, she
threw her arms around him and they were locked in one of those sloppy,
grown-up kisses that you see in movies. It kind of shocked me because I
never figured that Mom would do that kind of thing.

Mike had come with what, for us, was wonderful news. His Marine Corps
enlistment was up and he had gotten out. Now he only had one thing on his
mind - getting Mom to marry him. It took her a day or two to finally give
in and say "Yes" but she had both Mike and me working on her. I knew that
Mike made her very happy but, more importantly, he made me very happy! I
know that sounds selfish but if you'd ever been a boy who grew up without a
father, you'd understand. Mike was everything I had ever dreamed of in a
father and then some. There was one strange thing, though. He would never
let me call him "Dad". He was always Mike. He explained that since we were
only fourteen years apart in age, he couldn't have been my father. In fact,
it would have been more than likely that he would have been an older
brother to me. That made sense to me somehow so, even though I really
thought about him as my Dad, I always called him Mike.

Their wedding was a pretty big one filled with a lot of motorcycles! Most
of Mom's customers, including several biker groups, as well as her whole
staff turned out for the wedding.  Mike's parents came but only stayed for
the ceremony and didn't act happy at all about the wedding. I found out
later that they felt that Mom wasn't good enough for their only son. This
caused a real rift between Mike and his parents that lasted for quite a few
years.

The bride and groom, of course, took off for their honeymoon on their
Harley's. With one addition. That's right, Mike and Mom both insisted that
I go with them. We rode several town over where they had booked a suite for
the weekend in a rather large hotel. The suite had two bedrooms, one for
them and one just for me. Because it was summer, I spent all day swimming
in the hotel pool and generally had breakfast and lunch with Mike and
Mom. Dinner they had by themselves while I got to order room service and
pay-per-view movies to watch. All in all, it was a pretty great weekend for
me. I'm sure it was even better for them.

At Mom's insistence, Mike came into the cycle shop business, taking over
keeping the books and dealing with customers, leaving Mom to do the one
thing she truly enjoyed, fix motorcycles. I don't know if most couples
could live and work together without there being some kind of friction
between them but I can honestly say that Mom and Mike never had a fight
over anything.  They were way too much in love for that!

At the same time, they still managed to have time for me. Mike still took
me fishing though now, sometimes it was for a whole weekend where we'd
pitch a tent and camp out - just the two of us. I remember the first time
this happened. He and Mom had been married maybe a month when Mike
suggested the trip. I was thrilled and Mom said that it was important for
her 'men' to spend time together, getting to really know each other.

Now, since I didn't have a father and Mom wasn't into this kind of thing, I
had never been camping in my life. I really had only a vague idea of what
it was all about. I knew you slept in a tent but that was about it. By this
time, Mike had already bought me real fishing gear - a good rod and reel
along with a tackle box full of lures and other things. Mike and I took his
truck, along with his boat and headed off early on Friday morning. We
didn't go to the lake we usually went to but a different one that was
farther away. This was a lake that was on land that was owned by a friend
of Mike's who let him camp out there whenever he wanted.

Mike pitched the tent and then made a fire pit with rocks. I helped to
unload the truck which had food and a cooler with Cokes for me and beer for
Mike. By the time we got everything set up, it was time for lunch. Mike
made sandwiches and we ate them sitting on the small beach area by the
shore of the lake. When we were done eating, it was really hot so Mike
suggested that rather than fishing, we take a swim in the lake.

"But I can't." I said, sadly.

"Why not? Don't you know how to swim, Todd?" Mike asked me.

"Oh, yeah! I know how to swim. I just didn't bring a bathing suit with me."
I explained.

"Oh! Is that all!" Mike chuckled. "Well, I didn't bring a bathing suit
either. I've never worn one in this lake."

"What do you wear?" I asked, confused.

"Well, do you know what skinny-dipping is?" he asked.

"No."

"That's swimming with nothing on at all. That's how I swim here." he
smiled.

"But...but...won't people see us naked?!" I exclaimed.

"You see any people but us around?"

"No...." I said, hesitantly.

"And there won't be. Remember this is private property. Nobody's allowed on
it. Remember there was that gate we had to open to get in?"

"Yeah." I said.

"And remember I locked it again once we were in?" Mike asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, unless somebody has a key, they aren't getting in so there's nothing
to worry about.  After all, it's just us 'guys' here. We ain't got nothin'
we need to hide from each other." he grinned.

I wasn't so sure about that. Nobody had seen me naked since my Mom had when
I was a baby. But I wasn't about to be 'not one of the guys', so I stripped
out of my clothes, all the time watching Mike strip out of his. I have to
admit that I was very curious about what Mike looked like naked. I think at
that point it was just normal, boyhood curiosity about what men looked like
all grown up. Well! Mike was DEFINITELY grown up! I had never in my life
imagined anything as big as Mike's cock hanging limp between his legs. Of
course, I'd never seen another cock other than my own at that point so
anything bigger than my tiny little two inches was going to seem
huge. However, I later figured out that Mike wasn't just huge to my young
eyes - Mike was really quite huge! Quite a lot bigger than is the norm for
adult males. Actually, he was not far from the norm for adolescent horses!

I think Mike saw me staring at him and I guess he figured that I was
curious because he slowed down and waited for me to finish taking my
clothes off while standing in such a way that I could get a really good
look at him. We finally dove into the cool, clear water of the lake and
spent a couple of hours, horsing around, splashing and dunking each
other. Mike showed me how to dive off his shoulders and then let me do it
about twenty times. He was not only big, but really, really strong! I
especially noticed this when he took to picking me up and tossing me into
the water. He could really make me fly through the air! And I wasn't all
that small. I was, at that time, five foot tall and weighed about one
hundred and twenty pounds. I had my Mom's blond hair and green eyes and I
had already lost all of my 'baby fat'. It was obvious, however, that I had
not hit puberty.

We spent the afternoon swimming and then hiking around the lake. When
evening came, Mike built a fire and cooked dinner for us. He'd brought cans
of beef stew and chili and canned fruit for dessert. It had been a tiring
day and before long, Mike put out the fire and we went into the tent.  It
was a dome tent so there was some room to move around in, but not
much. Mike, of course, because of his height, couldn't stand up in it but I
could. Mike spread out two sleeping bags and got undressed and slid into
one. I was shocked that he was naked. I had never slept without clothes and
had no idea that anyone did. I wasn't, however, about to admit that so I
got naked as well and slid into the sleeping bag, just like I slept raw
every night of my life. Mike said goodnight and we went to sleep.

At least, for a while. I don't know when it was, but I was suddenly
awakened out of a sound sleep by noises outside the tent. It sounded like
some kind of wild animal getting ready to attack us! I hated myself for it,
but I was so scared, I screamed just like a fucking little girl! This woke
Mike up who leaped out of his sleeping bag, grabbing me in his arms and
asking what was wrong.  I told him about the noise outside and he went out
to investigate. He came back in a few minutes and told me to come outside
the tent with him.

I hesitantly emerged from the tent. Mike pointed to the truck and then
shined a flashlight on it.  Suddenly I saw several pairs of bright eyes
shining in the night. It took me a moment to recognize them for what they
were - racoons! The racoons had been trying to steal food from the truck
but the only thing that they could get to were canned goods which didn't
attract them at all. At the sight of Mike's flashlight, the racoons began
running away from our camp and back into the woods. Mike and I went back
into the tent where Mike took the two sleeping bags and zipped them
together making one big one. He then slipped back in and held the bag open
for me. I slid into the bag and realized that we were both laying there
beside each other naked. I was a little uncomfortable with this at first
but, when Mike turned out the light, he reached over, putting his arm
around me and pulling me to him.

It was the single, most incredible feeling I'd ever had in my life - to be
held in his warm, strong, muscular arms against his large, strong body! All
of a sudden I had the one thing that had always been missing from my life
but I didn't know it - the affectionate, protective touch of another male!
It was a good thing that Mike had already settled down to sleep because I
was utterly speechless at the feelings that I was experiencing! One thing I
noticed was that my cock boned steel hard! It had been doing that a lot
lately. I didn't know what to do about it. I just usually let it go away,
which it eventually did but it was taking longer and longer for that to
happen. With Mike's arm around me and his smooth, muscular body against the
back of me, I somehow knew that this woodie wasn't going away that night! I
also noticed something else - Mike's scent. I could smell the scent of his
body - the warm, pungent scent of a male. Something I'd never smelled
before and something that I totally loved the minute I noticed it! It was
totally intoxicating to me. In fact, it make my little cock even stiffer,
if that was possible!

Yeah, I knew what was going on with my cock was called: hardons, stiffies,
woodies, boners or, the more formal, erections. What I didn't know is what
they were all about. What they were for. I really wanted to ask someone but
there was no one to ask. The only one I felt close to was my Mom and there
was no way in hell I was going to discuss my dick getting stiff with her!
Now, I had Mike but I was too embarrassed to ask him about it. Little did I
know that the answer was coming very, very soon.

It was the next morning in fact. I awoke with my little cock as hard as it
had been when I finally got to sleep the night before only that wasn't what
woke me up. What woke me up was the pain of something hard but spongy
sticking me in the back. I turned slowly, not wanting to wake Mike who
still had his arm around me. I could hear his soft, slow breathing telling
me he was still deeply asleep. I looked down to where the pressure against
my back was coming from and nearly gasped in shock! It was Mike's cock - as
hard as mine! But longer and fatter than I ever expected a cock to be! It
was, to my young eyes, massive! In fact, even later, when I had grown a
cock nearly as big, it still seemed massive to me.

I didn't know what to do. There was something about seeing Mike's hard cock
and feeling it pressed against my body that sent exciting jolts of feelings
through my body which I couldn't explain and had never felt before. I was
totally fascinated by Mike's cock but I had no idea why. It was only later
in my life that these feelings began to make sense to me. I didn't know
what to do but, for some reason, I didn't want to break the connection of
his cock against my body nor be without his warm, muscular arm around me so
I quietly just lay my head in the crook of his shoulder and closed my eyes
and tried to go back to sleep.

Luckily, Mike woke up a few minutes later. I was still laying there with my
head in the crook of his shoulder and his arm was still around me and his
hardon was still pressed against me, just above mine. Mike seemed to notice
all this and looked at me sheepishly as he pulled his body back so that his
hardon was no longer pressing against me.

"Hey, buddy, I'm sorry about that! But it's just something that normally
happens to guys in the morning. I notice you've got one, too." he smiled.

"Yeah...." I said, desperately wanting to ask him about it but embarrassed
at the same time.  Finally I very quietly said, "I don't know what it's
for, though."

Mike looked at me strangely.

"Hasn't anybody told you?" he asked.

"Well...no. I didn't have any guy to ask and I sure didn't want to ask
Mom!" I explained.

"Oh, I see. Well, if you want, I'll tell you what it's all about." he said.

I looked at him with deep gratitude.

"Oh! Would you? Please!" I begged.

"Sure, buddy. But first I gotta go piss and get rid of this thing. How
about you?" he asked.

I realized that I did indeed need to piss - desperately!

We left the tent and walked naked a few yards into the woods where we both
let go of our streams. That was one thing I loved about camping - just
pissing without having to aim or anything. Just let go! It felt really free
to be able to do that. I did notice that Mike's stream was a lot thicker
and harder than mine. It arched into the air higher and went further than
mine but, then again, I realized he was a grown male and I was still a boy.

We went back to camp and Mike lit a fire and made coffee on the rekindled
fire. He then brought out some breakfast bars and we sat around the fire,
still naked, eating. When we finished, Mike looked at me.

"Okay. I guess the first thing I need to do is ask you what you already
know. Do you know what your penis is called when it gets hard?" he asked.

I told him all the words I knew for it and he grinned.

"Well, I think you've got that pretty well covered. So, do you know
anything about sex?" he asked.

"No." I answered. "Just that it's something that grown-ups do."

"Well, that's not exactly true. You see, people, especially guys, really
start having sex when they're about your age - they just don't understand
that it's sex that they're having." Mike said.

I looked at him in confusion. How could somebody have sex and not know it,
I wondered.

"Let me explain. Usually the first kind of sex that any guy has is called
'masturbation' or 'jacking-off'. Have you ever heard of that?" he asked.

"I've heard guys at school talk about 'jacking' but I have no idea what
they're talking about. I just knew it was something dirty by the way they
were talking."

"Well, there's nothing dirty about it. It's the most normal and natural
thing in the world. All guys do it almost all their lives. They don't like
to admit that, but it's true." Mike said.

"Do you do it?" I asked and Mike blushed.

"See! I told you guys don't like admitting it but, yeah. I do it. Though
not so much anymore."  he smiled.

"Why not?" I asked.

"We'll get to that, okay?" he said.

"Okay."

"Now, jacking of is when you take your hand and stroke your cock gently
while it's hard. This makes feelings happen in your body. Really intense
feelings. You finally 'climax' or 'orgasm' or, as most guys call it 'cum'."
Mike explained.

"Why do they call it that?" I asked.

"Well, you see, when a guy 'cums' he actually shoots 'cum' or 'semen' out
of his cock. It's white, milky stuff that makes babies." he said.

"It does?!" I exclaimed.

He spent about the next two hours, explaining the male and female
physiography to me as well as where babies came from and how guys got women
pregnant. He told me that I was probably too young yet to shoot cum but
that I would be able to 'get off' anyway which would feel really good and
would get rid of the hardons that kept me awake at night. That was,
however, until I inadvertently asked a question which really caused some
consternation in Mike.

"But how do you jack-off? Could you show me?" I asked.

Mike looked at me with his mouth hanging open in shock while he got very
red in the face.

"Damn! I was afraid you were going to ask that. Don't you have some friends
who could show you?" he asked.

That's when I got very silent and looked away from him. The fact was, I
didn't have any friends. I was actually very shy and avoided other kids. I
just sort of drifted through school, getting average grades, staying out of
trouble and, basically, being as invisible as I could be. I don't know why,
but I seemed to always know that there was something 'different' about me
from other boys and I knew that, above all, I never wanted them to find
this out because being 'different' was about the worst thing you could be!
The problem was, I had no idea what this 'difference' was and wouldn't for
several years yet.

"Todd, what's the matter?" I felt Mike's huge hand gently touching my
shoulder and his voice was gentle and sympathetic.

"No. I don't have any friends." I said. "I've never had any friends. And
please don't ask me why because I don't know. I just don't."

"Okay. I understand." Mike said quietly.

"So will you show me?" I asked again, looking at him.

"Yeah, buddy. I will. But you gotta promise me something." Mike said, his
voice very serious.

"Okay, what?" I asked.

"You gotta promise not to ever tell anyone that I did this. Especially not
your Mom. This is...well, it's a 'guy' thing and women just don't
understand." Mike said.

"You mean like how Mom can't understand fishing?" I asked.

"Yeah! Just like that." Mike smiled. "I guess the best way to teach you is
to just show you and you do what I do."

With this, Mike took hold of his cock and began stroking it gently. It
quickly got hard and I got hard just watching him. I reached down and
started stroking my cock just like he was doing. I was still amazed at the
size of his compared with mine, however. I only had somewhere between four
and five inches when I was hard and, from what I could tell, Mike had at
least twice that in length and was probably at least five or six times
thicker than mine was. But Mike's next statement really shocked me.

"Nice cock you got there, buddy." he said, evidently watching me as I
stroked it.

I looked at him strangely. He couldn't possibly mean that! I was way
smaller than him!

"It's not anywhere near as big as yours is." I said.

"But I'm grown. You're only eleven. My cock was about that big when I was
your age.  Maybe a little bigger but I already had hair around my cock
then." he smiled.

"Oh! So I'm not so small?" I asked, the relief showing in my voice.

"No, buddy. You're good sized for your age. Trust me, you'll grow. You'll
get hair around your cock and you'll start shooting cum soon enough."

Mike continued to stroke his cock and I suddenly noticed that there was
some kind of clear liquid coming out of his piss-slit. At first I thought
it was piss but it seemed to be thicker than piss as it slowly slid down
the head of his cock.

"Mike, what's that?" I said, nodding towards his cockhead.

"Oh, that's called 'pre-cum'. It's like this liquid the body makes to
lubricate your cock so that when you fuck it's not dry. It makes your dick
slide in and out of the woman easier." he explained.

"Oh. I won't make that either?"

"Not for a couple of years yet, probably. But you don't need it for a long
time yet so don't worry about it." he said.

We continued jacking on our cocks and I was getting feelings that I'd never
felt before. They were getting so intense I could barely stand them!
Finally, I felt like I was going to piss uncontrollably and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Mike asked, stopping as well. His voice somewhat
strangled, as if stopping was a great effort for him.

"I was going to piss!" I said.

"No, buddy. You were gonna cum. That's what it feels like when you first do
it. Keep going, you won't piss." he grinned.

"Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to be embarrassed, pissing
uncontrollably like a baby.

"I promise, buddy! Have I ever broken a promise to you?" he asked.

"No." I said.

That was one of the things I loved most about Mike. I could trust him
completely. He never told me lies and never broke promises to me.

I started jacking on my cock again and Mike did as well. I was just getting
back to the place where I could feel like I was going to piss when, all of
a sudden, it was like an explosion in my cock and balls! The pleasure
ripped through my body and I just about passed out from it! At the same
time, Mike started grunting loudly and I looked over at him just in time to
see all this white stuff come shooting out of his cock and all over his
chest and belly. This must be the cum that he had been talking about. I
noticed that there was a starchy smell to it that I could sense just
sitting across from him. Then I looked down at my cock and noticed that
there were two drops of clear liquid on my bare pubic mound and my
piss-slit had a small drop of clear liquid on the tip. Mike looked down as
well and began chuckling.

"Well, it looks like you came after all!" he grinned at me.

"Really?!" I exclaimed.

"That's cum on you, there." he said, pointing to the two drops on my pubic
mound and the one on my cockhead. "Well, most likely pre-cum, anyway. So,
what did you think?"

"Oh, geez! It was the best thing I ever felt in my whole life!" I
exclaimed.

"Yeah. That's why guys do it all the time. Especially when they're
young. Later on you'll have sex and you'll find out that is even
better. But, for now, this is still pretty good." he said, grinning at me.

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and said the only thing I could think
of saying at that point.

"Thank you."

"Hey! No problem , buddy." he said, reaching out and ruffling my hair. "Now
let's jump in the lake and wash off."

We spent the day fishing, swimming and cooked dinner that night over the
open fire. This time, it was fish we'd caught ourselves that Mike had
cleaned, showing me how to do it as he worked. I suddenly realized that
there were so many things, so many 'guy' things, that Mike had to teach
me. I was so grateful that my Mom had married him!

That night, Mike went to make up the sleeping bags and looked over at me.

"How do you want to do this, buddy. You want them separate or do you want
me to zip them together again?" he asked.

I looked at him and quietly answered, "Together."

Mike smiled back and did exactly that. I think he understood that I was an
eleven year old boy who'd never had any kind of male affection in my life
and I truly needed this from him. And he was more than willing to give it
to me.

There were many more fishing trips and over the next three years I did a
lot of growing. I grew hair around my cock and my cock got a lot bigger,
just as Mike had told me it would. I also started shooting cum when I
jacked off. I gained height to where I was almost five foot, ten inches
tall. It was just after my fourteenth birthday, however, that several
things happened that would change my life forever.

The first two were a 'private' traumas for me. I finally figured out what
it was about me that was different from other boys. It was the fact that I
wasn't the least bit interested in girls which all the other guys seemed to
be going nuts over. Worse, I quickly figured out that not only wasn't I
interested in girls but it was other guys that I was going totally nuts
over. I grown up hearing the words 'gay' and 'fag'. I just never realized
that those words pertained to me.

At the same time, I figured out that I had some very strong feelings - both
sexual and emotional - for one 'guy' in particular. That guy was Mike. At
first I just tried to dismiss my feelings for him as being those for a
father or brother. But I wasn't very good at kidding myself. I knew what I
was feeling. I just decided that what I needed to do was bury those
feelings as deep as I possibly could and never, ever let him find
out. While it wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, I was determined
that I would never let him know how I really felt about him - no matter
what.

The third thing was by far the most devastating but you wouldn't have
guessed that when it started because it seemed like nothing at the
time. Mom, who was never sick a day that I could remember, started
complaining about headaches. This went on for several weeks until one day,
she couldn't even get out of bed, her head ached so badly. It was then that
Mike, over her objections, put her in his truck and drove her to the
emergency room.

I didn't know about any of this until I got home and found a note from Mike
telling me that he'd taken Mom to the hospital to have her headaches
checked out. I was worried but figured that everything would be all
right. However, when it kept getting later and later and still they hadn't
come home, I started to get really worried.

It was well after dark when I heard Mike's pick-up pull in the
driveway. Mike came in, looking very worried and depressed. He took one
look at me and walked over and put his arms around me, hugging me close to
him. It had been a while since he'd hugged me and, while I loved the
feeling and the scent of him, him doing this scared me more than
anything. I pulled back out of his arms and looked him in the eyes.

"Mike! What's wrong? What is it? Is Mom okay?" I practically screamed at
him.

"Come on, buddy. Let's sit down. I really need a beer." he said, leading
the way to the kitchen.

Mike went to the refrigerator and took out two beers. I was quite startled
when he opened them both and lifted one to his lips and drank and then put
the other one down in front of me! He finally sat down and just looked at
me. I picked up the beer bottle and took a small drink from it. I didn't
think it tasted very good but I wasn't about to show that, considering that
this was kind of like a 'right of passage' into manhood. But what I was
waiting on was Mike to tell me what was going on.

"Buddy, I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to give it to you
straight the way the doctors gave it to me. Your Mom has a tumor in her
brain. They aren't quite sure right now what they're going to do about it
because it's in a place where they can't operate and cut it out.  They're
thinking of either radiation or chemo-therapy. Maybe both." Mike said.

"Is...is she going to die?" I asked quietly, almost not able to get the
words out.

"Buddy, I wish I knew. I kept asking the doctors the same thing but nobody
would give me a straight answer. They all kept talking about percentages
and shit like that." he said and then he lowered his head.

I didn't notice for a few moments I was so lost in my own shock, but when I
looked over at Mike, his shoulders were shaking and there were tears
dropping onto the kitchen table. I didn't know what to do so I did the only
thing I could think of. I got up, went around the table and put my arms
around him. At this, he rose up, turned and grabbed me in his arms, putting
his face against my chest and held onto me like I was a life raft in a
stormy sea. I wrapped my arms around him and basically did the same thing
while we both shed silent tears.

We stayed like that a good long time. Then Mike pulled out of my arms and
looked at me.

"I should make dinner or something but I just don't feel like it." he said.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not hungry." I said.

"I'm just gonna go to bed." he said and headed up to his and Mom's bedroom.

I turned off the lights and followed him upstairs. I went to my room and
stripped down. Ever since that first fishing trip, I'd slept naked just
like Mike. Mom never said anything but I guess she figured that it was his
influence and, since she wanted me to have a male influence in my life, she
must have decided that not having to buy me pajamas anymore wasn't such a
bad thing after all.

I turned out the light and lay down on my bed but I couldn't sleep. I
couldn't even rest. I knew what I wanted at that point but I was somewhat
scared to ask for it. After all, I was fourteen years old and fourteen year
olds weren't supposed to need to sleep with 'mommy and daddy'. But I was
hurting so bad, so scared of what was going to happen to Mom that I didn't
care. I got up and walked into Mike and Mom's bedroom. I could see him
laying there, his arm thrown over his forehead but his eyes wide open. Mike
looked at me.

"Can't sleep either?" Mike asked.

"No. Can I...well...can I..." I tried to get it out but it wasn't coming.

Luckily, Mike knew immediately what I was trying to ask. He lifted the
covers and nodded his head towards the bed. I quickly walked over and slid
under the covers with him. He reached out and put his arms around me,
pulling me to him. I lay my head on his chest and put my arm across his
body. We lay there, in each other's arms, holding onto each other, not
saying a word.  Somewhere in the night, I finally fell asleep as, I'm sure,
Mike did, too. When I woke up in the morning, however, I was alone in his
and Mom's bed. I could hear noise downstairs however and the smell of
coffee brewing in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom and pissed and then
went to my room and pulled on a pair of jeans and walked downstairs.

I found Mike sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and just staring off
into space. I looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was
already a quarter past eight. I was already fifteen minutes late to school
and I hadn't even showered yet.

"Uhh...Mike, can you give me a ride to school? I'm late." I said quietly.

Mike looked up at me for the first time.

"You're not going to school. I already called them. I figured you couldn't
keep your mind on things any better than I could so you might as well go to
the hospital with me. We need to see your Mom and we need to talk with the
doctors. Some of the testing is due back today so we should know something
about how they intend to proceed." Mike said.

I could see from the circles under his eyes that he hadn't gotten much
sleep last night. I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. He
surprised me by turning and putting both his arms around my waist, pulling
me to him, resting his head against my stomach. I reached down and gently
stroked his hair. 'God! How I love this man!' I thought to myself. I knew I
would do anything to help take the pain he was feeling away but there was
nothing I could do but be there for him - just as he was trying to be there
for me. I realized that over the last three years, Mike had become not only
my Dad and the older brother I never had but my closest friend as well. I
just prayed that he never found out how I really felt about him.

When we got to the hospital, we went first to see Mom. It was a shocking
sight to see her in a hospital bed, tubes running out of her arms and the
sight and sound of machines which kept track of her vital signs all around
the bed. She looked very pale and drawn but she smiled when she saw us walk
into her room.

She and Mike talked quietly for a few moments. Mom was concerned about me
not being in school. Mike gave her the same explanation he'd given me, that
I wouldn't pay any attention to what was going on in school while she was
laying in the hospital anyway so it was best for me to be there. But he
added something that somewhat shocked me.

"Besides, babe, I need him. He's helping me hold things together rather
than coming apart at the seams." he admitted.

At these words, Mom smiled at me and reached out her hand for me. I grasp
her hand, noting that her grip which was usually so strong was half of what
it usually was.

"My little man! You've always been my rock, do you know that, Todd? I
relied on you more than I should have but there was no one else. I'm so
glad that you and Mike are caring for each other. I know because you're
males, you won't ever say it to each other, but I know that you love Mike
almost as much as I do and I know he loves you." she said.

At these words, I almost lost it. I could feel the tears welling up in my
eyes but I was bound and determined not to fall apart. I think it was then
that I made the decision that, no matter what happened, I would not fall
apart. I would be there for Mike. Little did I know what that was going to
mean.

The doctors finally decided that the tumor was not only inoperative but
trying to reach it by radiation would destroy too much brain tissue, most
likely making Mom a vegetable, if she even survived it. What they decided
to do was to begin an aggressive regimen of chemo-therapy. What it turned
into was almost two years of living hell. Along the way there were small
improvements that quickly turned into bigger setbacks. Finally, the tumor
was just too strong and began to spread throughout her body. Almost two
years to the day that they diagnosed the tumor, Mom slipped into a coma
that she never recovered from. She went quietly three days later.

Mom's funeral was probably the most unusual that the town had ever
seen. Over five miles of motorcycles made up the cortege accompanying the
hearse to the cemetery as over a thousand bikers from all over the area
came to pay tribute to Mom. There was no limousine because Mike and I rode
Harley's with them. Mike rode his and I rode Mom's. I had turned sixteen by
that time and Mike immediately had taken me to get my driver's license
which included a motorcycle license. Mike, of course, had taught me to
ride. In fact, he'd started when I was fifteen. The morning of the funeral,
Mike informed me that Mom's bike was now mine.

I should point out that six months before Mom's death, Mike, despite his
insistence that I not call him "Dad", did become my father. He officially
adopted me and changed my last name from Wilson (Mom's maiden name) to
Kelly (Mike's last name). This was because we all knew that Mom was not
going to survive and so, to make sure that Mike had all parental rights for
me once she was gone, they pushed through adoption for me. Now Mike and I
were officially father and son.

Unfortunately, there were three groups of people who did not attend Mom's
funeral. Neither her parents, her sisters or Mike's parents were
there. Mike and I talked about this later and decided that, as far as we
were concerned, there was nothing that these people could ever do to make
up for this slight. As far as we were concerned, we were the only family we
had or needed from then on.

The months after Mom's death were hard on both of us but I realized it was
harder on Mike than on me. I had lost my Mom but I still had Mike. Mike, on
the other hand, had lost his wife and lover while still having
responsibility for her child. Of course, by this point, I wasn't much of a
child anymore. I had grown to six feet tall and had been working out with
Mike for two years as a means of stress relief while we were going through
the dark days of Mom's illness. I now had the same kind of muscle
development that Mike had. I was also helping out at the cycle shop where
Mike was running things and I was helping out with the motorcycle
repairs. I had already decided to go to Trade School after High School and
become a motorcycle mechanic just like Mom had.

But there was one area of my life that still was a mess. I still hadn't
really come to terms with my attraction to guys or my love for Mike. While
I had been getting looks from girls at school, that wasn't what I
wanted. If there were looks from guys, I wasn't aware of it. Of course, I
don't know what I'd have done if there had been because I wasn't interested
in any of the guys at school. I was only interested in Mike. I was in love
with him and nothing had changed that since I was fourteen.

But something was happening to Mike. He wasn't the guy that had married
Mom. Since her death, he'd been withdrawn and I could see the sadness in
his eyes whenever I looked at him. It seemed like, when it came to living,
all he was doing was going through the motions. I don't know what would
have happened if he hadn't had me to take care of. As it was, Mike's life
now consisted of running the cycle shop and working out with me. On the
weekends, he spent most of the day drinking. There were no fishing trips,
bike riding, nothing. Finally, after getting up to take a piss one night, I
realized that he was crying himself to sleep every night, laying in the bed
that he and Mom and shared.

That was the night that things began to change. I pushed open the door to
the bedroom and climbed into bed next to him. I reached out my arms and
pulled him to me, putting his head on my chest and gently stroked his hair
while he continued to cry. Finally he cried himself to sleep and I held him
the rest of the night. From that night on, I moved out of my room and slept
with him every night. Among the things I also did was to get rid of all of
Mom's clothes and personal effects. I also repainted the room and did what
I could to change it so that Mike wouldn't be constantly reminded of
her. How I figured out to do these things was simple. I had read every book
that our high school library had on recovery from grief. The great thing
was, it all seemed to work. Within a couple of months, Mike actually came
to me and suggested that we go camping at his friend's lake again.

It was a wonderful weekend. We talked a lot. Some of it was about Mom but a
lot of it was about us. Mike even brought up teaching me to jack-off all
those years before. I was somewhat embarrassed by the memory of watching
Mike jack his huge cock while I pulled on what I considered my little one.

"I remember telling you that your cock would grow and I notice that it
has." Mike grinned.

He could see that from the fact that we were sitting on the beach of the
lake naked after swimming. He'd also probably noticed my morning hardons
when we woke up together in the mornings. I had noticed that while Mike
still had them, I didn't know if he'd done anything about them since Mom
died. I kind of got the feeling that he had abstained from any sex since
her death because I noticed that as we talked, his cock began to lengthen
and harden. My cock answered by getting hard as well.

"Well, it looks like we both need to jack-off." Mike said, quietly, looking
directly at my hardon. "Damn, you did grow, didn't you!"

I blushed red at this.

"Just like you said I would." I said.

"How big is it now?" Mike asked.

"Last I measured, it was eight and a half inches." I said proudly.

"Yeah and quite thick now, too." Mike remarked.

"Uhh...do you think we could...well..." I sputtered.

"Yeah, I guess we could. After all, it's not like we haven't done it
before." Mike smiled.  "Besides, I haven't done anything in a while."

That confirmed for me what I had thought.

Without any further discussion, Mike began to stroke his hard cock. I
quickly joined him and noticed that we were both watching each other,
staring at each other's cock as we jacked off. It didn't take long, I guess
because it had been so long for Mike and I was so turned on watching him,
for us to spew our cum on our chests and abs. Where the first time we'd
done this, I was able to produce only two little drops of pre-cum, now I
produced a good amount of thick, white cum. Mike, on the other hand, just
about covered his chest and abs with a huge amount of cum.  Indeed, I would
almost bet that he hadn't jacked off since Mom had taken ill.

"Damn!" Mike said, looking at the amount of cum that covered his chest and
abs and mine as well, "I guess we both needed that!"

"Yeah. I guess we did." I said quietly.

I know I needed it. I also know that I wanted a lot more. I wanted to not
just look at his huge cock, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to put it in my
mouth and taste it. Indeed, I wanted to lean over now and lick all of his
hot, white cum from his body. I wanted to taste every inch of his body. I
wanted to feel him make love to me. I wanted to feel his cock reaming out
my ass as he pounded it into me.

That was a relatively new thought for me. I had begun to discover the joys
of my own ass over the last couple of months. My usual place to jack off,
since I was sleeping with Mike and didn't have the privacy of my own bed,
was in the shower, usually after we got home from the shop. While I was
taking care of business one afternoon, I happened to move my hand down from
where it was caressing my balls to slip under them and into my
ass-crack. My fingers brushed up against my hole and the feelings that they
caused were definitely intense. Because my fingers were soapy, one of them
easily slid into my hole. That felt even better! In fact, it felt so good,
my finger had no more slid all the way into my ass than I was shooting one
of the hottest and biggest loads I'd ever shot.

Over the next few weeks, I'd expanded the number of fingers I could ream
myself out with until I had four of them in my hole. Then I began to search
for longer things to reach up inside where my fingers couldn't reach. I
discovered a number of items right in the bathroom that worked well for a
while. But I kept trying to find bigger and longer. I guess I was
unconsciously picturing Mike's cock sliding into my hole, "cornholing" me
as some of the guys I'd overheard at school called it.

I had recently made the momentous discovery of the possibility of
produce. Cucumbers to be exact. I was wandering around the grocery store
one day, picking up some snacks and things when I happened to wander into
the produce aisle. I picked up some oranges, apples and seedless
grapes. However, I happened to pass by a display of cucumbers of all
sizes. Some long and thin, some short and thick, some both long and
thick. I suddenly put two and two together and ended up buying several of
them which I couldn't wait to try out!

I had been able to comfortably accommodate the first two I had
purchased. However, where the third one was concerned, I had tremendously
over-estimated my capacity. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't
relax enough to get the sucker in my ass! I realized that it was damned
near identical to the thickness of Mike's cock which, now that I was
sleeping with him, I was extremely familiar with in it's erect state from
seeing him in the morning, his morning wood leading the way as he headed
for the bathroom to piss. I was back at the grocery store the next day,
buying more cucumbers but being very selective this time in getting sizes
that were just enough smaller than Mike that I could eventually work my ass
muscles into relaxing enough to finally take him.

Of course, this was all just fantasy for me. I truly had no hope of Mike
ever making love to me. After all, there were two things standing in the
way of that. One was that Mike was gradually getting over Mom's death but
it was still slow going on that front. The other was that, as far as I
knew, Mike was not into guys. Oh, jacking off with a buddy maybe. He'd
mentioned doing that when he'd taught me to jack off. But actually fall in
love with another guy? No, I didn't think so.  Not to mention the fact
that, even if he was capable of loving another guy, it most likely wouldn't
be the 'kid' he'd raised since I was eleven! It would probably be someone
his own age.

I kept telling myself this stuff, over and over again, trying to get myself
to stop hoping and give up any idea of my feelings for Mike ever being
returned in anywhere near the way I hoped.  But I found out the hard way
that it's a hell of a lot easier to change your mind than your heart.  Your
fuckin' heart just won't listen to reason - not no way, not no how!

The rest of that weekend went okay. Each night when Mike would make up the
sleeping bags, he'd zip them together without even asking. He knew I was
going to sleep with him. I have to think that somehow he looked forward to
it. Certainly, ever since that first night that I slipped into his bed and
held him in my arms while he cried, not one word had been spoken between us
about it. I just showed up in his bed the next night and every night
thereafter. And every night, we fell asleep with Mike's arm around me and
spooned up to my back.

That weekend also started a pattern with us. Once or twice a month, we'd
take off for the lake and do some fishing, swimming and somewhere along the
line, jack off together. Again, it was nothing that we talked about. It's
just something we did. We never touched each other, just looked - looked
very intensely.

When I started back to school in the fall, I was given the opportunity to
move into a "Vocational Track". This meant that I went to my regular high
school for the morning and then to the Technical School for the
afternoon. This meant that I got to enter the motorcycle mechanics program
a year early. Now I did more at the garage than just help the other
mechanics. Some of the simpler repairs were turned over to me. I was proud
to be pulling my own weight around there finally. After all, I felt like I
owed it to everybody since I was, technically, half owner of the shop.

In Mom's will, she left the shop and our house equally to Mike and me with
the stipulation that my portion of the shop's profits were held in trust by
Mike until I turned eighteen, which would happen a short time. There was
also a life insurance policy which listed both me and Mike as
beneficiaries, again with Mike as trustee for my portion until I was
eighteen. From what Mike told me about the money, when I turned eighteen, I
was going to be a rather wealthy eighteen year old. But it didn't matter to
me. What the fuck good was money when the one thing you wanted more than
anything else in the world couldn't be bought?

It was early spring of my senior year and I was just about to turn eighteen
when Mike sat me down at the kitchen table one night after we came home
from the shop. I could see that he was really excited about something which
made me truly happy because I hadn't seen Mike like this since before Mom
got sick.

"I got a phone call just before we left the shop. It was from my old friend
Rich out in California." Mike said.

Rich was a guy that Mike had grown up with who's family was very rich. They
had moved to California about the time that Mike had joined the Marine
Corps. It was Rich's family's land that the lake where we fished and camped
out was on.

"Rich has agreed to sell me the land where the lake is. It's the last piece
of land his family owned here and they had thought of developing it some
day. But Rich got them to give it to him so that it could be kept from
being developed. That it would remain wild. Or, at least mostly so. I plan
to put a small cabin on it so we don't have to sleep in a tent anymore and
we can go there year round if we want to. What do you say to that?!" Mike
exclaimed.

"I say that's great news, Mike! How big a cabin were you planning on?" I
asked.

"Nothin' huge. I figure we just need the basics. I got plans for one if you
want to see it?" he asked, looking like a kid who just asked you if you
wanted to see the new model airplane he'd just built.

"Sure! Yeah, I'd like to see 'em." I said.

Mike almost ran out of the kitchen and was back in a minute with pictures
of a log cabin along with a floor plan for it.

"See, the main floor has a bathroom, kitchen and great room with a fire
place. Above it is a loft that's half the size of the main floor. Plenty
big enough for a king-sized bed." Mike enthused.

Looking at the floor plan, I realized that the cabin didn't even have the
fiction that Mike and I weren't sleeping together the way the house did. I
still had 'my room' and, if you didn't look closely, you'd never know I
didn't sleep there anymore. The cabin, however, only had the loft for
sleeping and, it was significant that Mike was talking about a king sized
bed because that's exactly what we slept in together every night.

This created more confusion in me. I couldn't understand what was going on
inside Mike's head. He never asked me NOT to sleep with him but he'd never
asked me TO sleep with him, either. In fact, he'd never talked about it at
all, one way or the other. Now, from these plans, it looked like Mike
considered it just a natural part of their lives. Or maybe not. Maybe he
just figured it was just like camping out where we shared a sleeping bag. I
just didn't know.

"That's great!" I said, enthusiastically.

I'd wondered how long he'd had these plans? Did he have them from before
Mom died or after? Had he thought of taking her there or was it just for me
and him? I just didn't know and I just didn't know how to bring it up and
talk about it with him. I guess I was just as bad as he was about talking
about things but I knew it was because I was afraid to. I was afraid to
draw attention to the situation for fear that he'd tell me he didn't want
me sleeping with him. That was an idea I couldn't deal with! Sleeping with
him every night, feeling the strength of his arms around me holding me
close to his warm body, smelling his scent surround me - God help me! -
it's what I lived for! I had to know something!

"Uhh...how long have you had these plans?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"About a month. Rich had called and said that his family were on the verge
of making some decisions about the property and he thought they might
finally be willing to get rid of it. I know I was jumping the gun, but I've
wanted that place for so long. I mean, every memory I have of it is good"
he said and then he added quietly, "especially the one's with you there."

At this, I looked up at him, right into his eyes, in shock. For just a
moment, I thought I saw something in them that sent a wave of hope through
me. It was a look of deep, intense love but then he quickly looked away
before I could be sure. This left me even more confused than ever but, at
least I had some hope. The plans were just for him and me. They had nothing
to do with Mom. Then I felt incredibly guilty! Here I was, jealous of my
own mother! How fuckin' low could I go? But I couldn't help myself. Mom had
the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world - Mike's love. Oh, I
knew Mike loved me, that he cared about me, but it wasn't that kind of love
that I wanted. I wanted the kind of love they'd shared as lovers and
mates. And for that, I sent my plea to Mom for forgiveness. I just hoped
that somehow on the 'other side' she'd understand how I felt.

Mike had me go to the lawyer's office the day that he closed on the lake
property. I didn't realize it but he was having the deed put into both our
names so that, no matter what happened, one of us would always have it. It
was during that meeting with the lawyer that I realized that everything -
the house, the business, the lake, everything! - was in both our names,
almost like we were married or something. What a strange thought!

The contractors broke ground on the cabin within a few days and Mike was
assured by them that it would be ready by the end of June at the
latest. That would make it ready just in time for my birthday at the
beginning of July. July fourth, to be exact. Yeah, I'm a "Yankee Doodle
Dandy" as the old song by Irving Berlin says, "A real live nephew of my
Uncle Sam, born on the Fourth of July!".

Before that, I would graduate from High School. Of course, that wouldn't
change a whole lot as I still had another year to go in Trade School before
I received my certification as a mechanic but I would be able to switch and
go to school at night so that I could work in the shop full-time.
Unfortunately, right before graduation was another 'ritual' of High School,
one I had been planning on avoiding. One that would have gone by without
any effort on my part but, unfortunately, Mike brought it up one night.

"Hey, buddy, when's your prom?" Mike asked, one night as we were sitting in
the living room watching something mindless on TV.

"Uhh...I don't know. A couple of weeks, I guess." I mumbled.

"So aren't you going?" he asked.

"Uhh...hadn't planned on it." I said, trying to act like I was actually
watching the shit on TV in an effort to avoid this whole subject.

"Is that because you don't have a date?" Mike asked and I could tell he
wasn't just going to let this go.

"That's part of it but most of it is I just don't want to go. I'm not
interested in shit like that." I said, sounding defensive even to my own
ears.

"As far as I know, you've never had a date." Mike said, quietly.

"Uhh...no."

What else was I going to say? It was true and he knew it. What I didn't
want to say was that I had no interest in every having one - at least not
the kind of 'date' he was talking about. I was afraid that Mike would go on
with this whole line of questioning but just as suddenly as he'd brought it
up, to my great relief, he dropped it. In fact, looking back on it, it was
more like he was trying to confirm what he already knew rather than gather
any new information. But why he wanted to do this, I had no idea at the
time.

Graduation came and went. Mike was there to watch me get my diploma and I
think it was in both our minds that it was a day that Mom would have been
proud of but, like so much else in our lives, nothing was said. I threw
myself into working at the shop and tried not to think about things. I was
still sleeping in Mike's arms every night and that was the only thing I
cared about at that point.

It was about the end of June when Mike got up one Saturday morning and
asked me if I wanted to take a ride. I said sure, thinking he meant in the
truck but, when we went out to the garage, he got on his Harley. I, got on
mine, the one that had been Mom's, and we headed out. I had no idea where
we were going but it didn't much matter. It was a glorious day, the sun was
shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. After a while, I realized
where Mike was headed - up to the lake. When we got there, he opened the
gate and we rode on to the lake.

It seemed strange at first. We'd never ridden our bikes here. We'd always
brought the truck because of the boat and the camping stuff. It was also
strange because when we got to the lake, everything had changed! There was
the cabin, just as Mike had shown me in the drawings. It looked like it was
finished but, when we dismounted, Mike told me that it wasn't finished yet,
but almost. He unlocked the front door and then stood back to let me go
inside first.

It was small but it was really nice inside. There was a big room with wood
floors that took up most of the space on the ground floor. There was a
kitchen off to the left and a door next to it that I remembered from the
drawings which must be the bathroom. Against the back wall was a staircase
leading up to what must be the loft. The side wall had a huge stone
fireplace with built in bookcases on each side of it. All in all, it was
quite a nice place.

"Uhh...they still need to deliver the furniture. That's coming this
week. The electric's already been connected and the pump for the well is
running so there's running water. All they have to do is put the cabinets
and the appliances in the kitchen and it's done. They've promised that
we'll be able to spend the weekend here next weekend. I thought maybe you'd
like to, seeing how it's your birthday." Mike said. "That is, if you don't
have other plans."

I turned and looked at him funny. What other plans could I possibly have? I
never had other plans. There was nothing I rather do than spend my birthday
here with him. But I couldn't very well say that.

"No. No other plans. That sounds great." I said.

"Why don't you head up the stairs and take a look at the loft." he
suggested.

I did and found myself staring through almost a wall of glass at the lake
below. The view was incredible. I didn't realize that there was going to be
such a large window in the loft, taking up almost the entire back wall. The
loft really wasn't anything but a large open space. It had a railing on one
end that looked over the main room of the cabin. The ceiling of the loft
was peaked like the roof but it had skylights on both sides of the peak. I
also noticed another door to the side which, when I opened it revealed a
closet. All in all, a very nice place.

I came down the steps and looked around for Mike. He wasn't in the cabin so
I went outside but he wasn't in front. I went back into the cabin and
noticed a door at the back of the kitchen which led to the lake. I stepped
outside and saw that the lake, too, had changed. Now, instead of just the
small beach beside the water, there was now a boardwalk from the cabin down
to the lake which turned into a dock which stuck out into the lake for
about twenty or twenty-five feet. Mike was sitting at the end of the dock,
his boots off and his feet dangling in the water. I walked out to the end
of the dock and sat down cross-legged beside him.

"It's a really nice place." I said.

He looked at me and smiled. Even after all these years, that smile still
gave me goose-bumps.  Especially since it had been a while since I'd seen
it.

"Yeah. It is. I think we're gonna be happy here. Have some really good
times." Mike said.

"We've always had good times here." I said quietly.

"Yeah, we have, haven't we? You have no idea how hard it was to talk your
Mom into letting me bring you up here the first time, though! You thought I
wanted to kidnap you or something!"  he chuckled.

"You never told me that!" I said.

"Never was any reason to. She was just scared. She'd never been without you
since you were born. In those days, you were all she thought of. I think
she was afraid that you'd end up loving me more than her because I was able
to do things with you that she didn't." he said.

I didn't know what to say to this. What Mike didn't know is that it was
true. God forgive me, I did end up loving him more but not because of the
things that we did together.

We just sat there on the dock for a while, each of us looking out at the
lake, lost in our own thoughts. I wanted to reach out and touch him but
didn't have the courage. We weren't in bed and neither one of us was crying
so all of the excuses for touching were missing. I didn't realize then that
you don't need an 'excuse' but I thought then that's how the 'rules'
were. So we didn't.  We just finally got back on our bikes and rode home.

I could hardly make it through that week, I was so excited about going up
to the lake and staying at the cabin. Friday finally came, however and Mike
decided that we would leave right after work. We stopped at the grocery
store and picked up all the stuff we would need and then headed off for the
lake. When we got there, it was after dark but there was a light on the
doorpost beside the front door to the cabin that was on. Mike explained
that it was on a light-sensor switch.  It came on at dark and went off at
dawn. We unpacked the truck and Mike opened the cabin. He reached onto the
wall and threw a switch and I was completely taken aback by what I saw.

When we had been up the previous weekend, it was an empty shell of a
building. Now, it had furniture, rugs, lamps, everything! It was all very
masculine. The long couch and two comfortable chairs beside it were of a
deep, rich, dark red leather. There was a large braided rug on the floor
and dark wood tables holding lamps on each side of the sofa and a matching
coffee table in front.  There was a taller, longer table behind the couch
and, over in the corner was a small dining room table with two arm
chairs. The kitchen had gleaming brushed aluminum appliances with dark wood
cabinets. I opened the bathroom door to find a very large shower, big
enough for two or three good-sized men. I went upstairs and there was a
king-sized bed with a bookcase headboard in dark wood along with two night
stands with a small brass lamp on each table. The bed was already made with
what looked like an antique quilt covering it.

Coming downstairs, I found Mike waiting for me.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it!" I enthused, grinning at him.

"Good! So, are you hungry?" he asked.

"So hungry I could eat a whole cow!" I assured him.

"Well, we don't have the whole cow but we've got porterhouse steaks. Will
that do?" he asked.

"Yeah, that will do fine." I grinned.

Mike fixed dinner for us and, by the time we cleaned up from it, we were
both ready for bed.  We climbed the stairs to the loft and got into the
bed. Mike, just like at home, slid his arms around me and pulled me against
him, spooning to me. I drifted off to sleep feeling his arms around me and
smelling his scent, content to be held like that. Well...mostly content. At
least I thought so.

There was a full moon that night and it came streaming through the window
above the bed. I don't know if that's what woke me up or not but I found
myself wide awake sometime in the middle of the night. I have no idea what
time it was because there were no clock in the loft. I quietly slipped out
of Mike's arms and made my way silently downstairs. Naked, I walked out the
back door of the cabin and down the boardwalk to the dock on the lake. I
sat down at the end of it, dangling my feet in the water and looking at the
bright reflection of the moon on the water of the lake.

There was something bothering me. Something that had been bothering me for
a long time but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Here I was,
eighteen years old. Tomorrow...well...  probably now, since it was after
midnight...and I'd never had sex. Never even been kissed properly. I knew I
was in love with Mike, but it was becoming pretty obvious that he wasn't in
love with me. I couldn't blame him. After all, he was straight. But I knew
that I was just never going to find the love that I wanted staying around
here. Maybe what I should do was get on my bike and just take off. Head out
to California and the big towns of LA or San Francisco. Try to find other
guys who I might be able to find love with. Or at least, someone who would
kiss me and make love to me.

I guess some of it was horniness, but it went WAY beyond horniness. I
wanted to know what it was like to have a man be in love with me. I wanted
to know what it was like to have the kind of love affair that Mom and Mike
had. To be so close that you're almost like one person. I wanted to belong
to somebody and know that he belonged to me.

I was so lost in my own misery that I didn't hear Mike as he made his way
down the dock towards me. Didn't even know he was there until I heard his
voice behind me.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

I didn't look back, just kept staring at the lake.

"No." I said.

He sat down beside me. He was naked as well and I could smell his scent as
he reached over and put his arm across my shoulders.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing." I quickly responded. Too quickly.

"Todd, there's a lot of things you do really well but lying isn't one of
them. Now, what's wrong." he asked.

"I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't understand anyway." I said,
bitterly.

"Try me. There's a lot of things I understand that you aren't even aware
of." he said quietly.

"I want to go away. I want to get out of here and go someplace else." I
said.

"That's rather sudden isn't it? What brought this on?" he asked.

"I just want to go someplace where...well...where..." I couldn't finish.

"Where I'm not?" he asked, his voice quiet but I could still hear the hurt
in it.

I didn't answer. After all, I didn't want to hurt him but, at the same
time, I couldn't deny it.  After a while he spoke again.

"I see...I can't say that I blame you, Todd, but there's some things that I
don't think you quite understand. Things that I've wanted to tell you but I
couldn't." he said.

"Whaa..what kind of things?" I asked.

"First of all, I want to tell you that I loved your mother very much. I
loved her for her strength and her determination. I see a lot of those
things in you, as well. But I also want you to know that your mother isn't
the only person I've been in love with in my life. There was someone before
her.  His name was Collin." Mike said.

I looked at him in shock! I couldn't be hearing right! Mike just admitted
to being in love with a guy?!

"Collin and I grew up together. I don't know when we became lovers
exactly. We were both young. Probably around thirteen or fourteen when we
finally admitted to each other how we felt about each other. We had
enlisted in the Marines together. We were about to leave for bootcamp the
next day when we went out partying with our friends from high school. None
of them ever knew about us. They just figured we were really good
friends. Anyway, Collin got drunk. I should never have let him behind the
wheel of a car but it was his car and I was drunker than he was. I don't
know what happened. I woke up in the hospital and Collin was dead." he
said, sadly.

"Oh, Jesus! Mike, I'm so sorry!" I said.

"Yeah, well, I got a delay to enter bootcamp but finally went. After all,
there was nothing for me on the outside. I never intended to leave the
Marine Corps. Then I came home on leave and I met your mother. I never
thought that I could love a woman. Shocked the shit out of me! And the fact
that she had you just made it twice as wonderful. I truly did love her, but
I loved you as well.  I wasn't lying when I told you that I was like your
'big brother' because, at first, I did feel like you were my younger
brother. And I loved you very, very much. I hope you knew that." he asked.

"Yeah. I did. And I loved you, so much!" I said.

I was glad that it was dark out on that dock. I was hoping that Mike
couldn't see the tears that were leaking from my eyes.

"And that's all I really thought is was. But then I started to notice that
you began to change.  The way you felt about me changed. You don't have to
admit it, but I knew it. I knew you were falling in love with me. I didn't
know what to think about that or what to do about it. I just figured it was
a crush and you'd get over it. I should have known better. Then your Mom
got sick and the bottom just fell out of my world. And when she died, there
you were. You remind me so much of her, you have her smile and her hair and
eyes. But you remind me a lot of Collin, too.  Especially in the way that
you never make demands, you're just always there for me. And, God help me,
somewhere along the line the worst thing of all happened. I fell in love
with you." he said.

At first I didn't know what to say! He fell in love with me?!

"Why the fuck is that the worst thing of all?! What the fuck is the matter
with me?!" I almost screamed at him, tears now streaming from my eyes.

Mike's arms pulled me to him until my face was all but crushed against his
chest.

"There's nothing the fuck wrong with you! Don't you see! It's me! I've got
no right to fall in love with you! I'm too old for you. You need to find
someone your own age to fall in love with.  Someone that isn't old enough
to be your father." he said, and I could tell he was crying, too.

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" I screamed, pulling out of his arms. "You're the one who
told me you weren't old enough to be my father! That's why you didn't want
me to call you 'Dad'! I don't want someone my own age! I want you! I've
always wanted you! When do you think I fell in love with you? When I was
fourteen, sixteen? Huh?! Well, I've got news for you! I fell in love with
you the day I met you! And I NEVER stopped loving you! I've slept in your
arms almost every night since Mom died, praying that you'd make love to me!
Praying that you'd figure out how much I loved you!"

And with that, I got up and ran back into the cabin. I ran up the stairs to
the loft where I quickly dressed. I came back downstairs to find him
waiting for me.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I don't know. Away from here!" I shouted.

I tried to rush past him but he grabbed me and held on. I was eighteen but
he was still bigger and stronger than I was.

"Please! Todd! Don't go! I've fucked this up so badly! I love you! It's not
that I CAN'T live without you if you really want to go, but I don't WANT to
live without you! I don't know why you fell in love with me but I'm so very
fucking lucky you did." he pleaded with me.

"Then why the fuck didn't you do something?! Why didn't you tell me that
you were in love with me?! Why didn't you make love to me?!" I growled
through clenched teeth.

"That's exactly what I was going to do tonight! Don't you see, I couldn't
do it before now!"  he insisted.

"Why the fuck not?!" I demanded.

"Because, you just turned eighteen about an hour ago! Before that, it was
illegal! More than that, I was afraid I'd ruin your life. I didn't want my
loving you to hurt you. I figured once you were old enough to know what you
were doing, then you could make a decision about what you wanted. It wasn't
fair to ask a sixteen year old to do that." he said and then he buried his
face on my shoulder.

I could feel his arms around me loosen and I wondered what was happening
until I felt him shaking. I knew then why he'd hidden his face. He was
crying - something he hadn't done since that night almost two years before
when I started sleeping with him after Mom died. The anger drained out of
me and I reached out, putting my arms around him.

"Oh, God! I love you so much and you're such a fucking idiot! You wouldn't
have hurt me.  You'd have made me the happiest sixteen year old in the
entire world." I murmured into his ear.

"You'd just lost your Mom. I didn't know if you really were in love with me
or you just needed me because I was all you had left." his muffled voice
came from my shoulder.

"You were all I had left. You just happened to be all that I ever wanted,
too. So you were really going to tell me tonight?" I asked softly.

"Yes." he said.

"Was that all you were going to do? Tell me?" I asked.

It took him a moment to answer. He raised his head and looked me in the
eyes.

"No. That wasn't all that I was going to do. I was going to show you how
much I loved you, if that's what you wanted." he said.

For the first time, I could finally see the overwhelming amount of love he
had for me coming from his eyes. My breath caught in my throat at the sight
of it.

"Uhh...like you said...I've been eighteen for more than an hour now. We
don't have to wait until tonight..." I murmured.

His face broke into that grin - that grin that still, after all these
years, still gave me goose- bumps. He didn't say anything. Instead, his
mouth gently brushed against mine. At least the first time. When I moaned
at that, his mouth came down on mine, practically devouring me! Before I
knew it, we were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. The first 'real' kiss
of my life! I found his tongue invading my mouth, tasting me, practically
counting my teeth! Then it withdrew and mine followed it until I was
tasting him. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I became almost
faint from the feelings screaming through my body.

He pulled back, taking his mouth from mine and I looked up at him in
confusion.

"I think that we'd be a lot more comfortable up in the loft." he said,
smiling at me.

"Oh, hell yeah!" I exclaimed.

Grabbing his hand, I began practically dragging him up the stairs. I had my
virginity to lose and I wasn't about to wait another minute to get rid of
it! More importantly, my fondest dream was coming true! I was going to make
love with Mike. The only man I ever even thought of making love with.

Since Mike was already naked, he began to undress me. I could have done it
more quickly but, luckily, I decided that maybe there was more to this
undressing than just getting my clothes off. And I was so right!

When Mike went to pull my t-shirt over my head, I raised my arms. He pulled
it off and threw it in the corner but his other hand held one of my arms
over my head. I couldn't imagine what he was doing until his pressed his
face into my armpit. Then I heard him taking deep breaths and moaning.

"Fuck! You smell so good!" he said, pulling his face out of my underarm and
grinning at me.

I looked at him in complete shock! I had no idea that he liked my scent!

"What? You thought you were the only one?" he chuckled.

"You knew?!"I asked, flabbergasted.

"What? That you liked the way I smell? Of course I did! You're a lot of
things, Todd, but subtle isn't one of them!" he laughed. "The first time I
hugged you, I thought you had asthma or something you were breathing so
hard! I quickly figured out what it was you liked. Didn't you notice that I
never wore deodorant or cologne around you?"

"No. I just never thought of it!" I said, amazement showing in my voice.

"So I guess you never figured out that when we slept together, my nose was
always pressed to the back of your neck so that I could smell your scent."
he grinned.

I blushed.

"No. I was too busy loving the fact that your scent always surrounded me."
I said quietly.

At this, he leaned down and kissed me, very gently and then pulled back and
looked me in the eyes.

"I want to make something perfectly clear. I love you. What I want to do is
make love to you.  But what happens is totally up to you. Nothing is going
to happen that you don't want to happen.  If something is going on that you
don't feel comfortable about, I want you to say so. Got me?" he asked, and
I could tell he was deadly serious.

"Yes, I've got you. But I love you and I've been waiting for a long time
for you to make love to me. There is nothing that is going to happen that I
don't want. In fact, I want it all! I want you to make love to me. I want
you every way that's possible." I said, just as seriously.

"Well, we may have to delay some things. You've never had sex before, have
you?" he asked.

"No. You know that." I replied.

"Well, there's one thing that happens between males that I think you may
have to wait a while for. I don't want to cause you any pain and it can be
very painful. Especially your first time." he said.

"Oh, you mean 'cornholing'?" I grinned.

"Uhh...yeah. Though I don't think I've heard it called that since the
Marine Corps!" he said.

"You don't have to worry about that. I can take you." I smiled.

He looked at me incredulously.

"Todd, it isn't as easy as you obviously think it is!" he insisted.

"I know that. Why do you think I've been practicing?" I chuckled.

"Practicing? With who?!" he asked, his face getting a look on it like
whoever it had been was going to wish they'd never been born!

"Not 'who'. What." I said.

"What?" he asked surprised.

"Did you know that there are cucumbers that are even bigger than you are?"
I grinned cockily at him.

His eyes grew the size of saucers in shock and then he broke out laughing.

"I saw them in the crisper and wondered why they disappeared but never
showed up in anything! And here I thought you were eating them as snacks!"
he laughed.

"No. I don't even like cucumbers to eat! But their great for training your
muscles to loosen up!" I grinned.

"You were pretty sure of yourself, weren't you?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. I just wanted to be ready just in case." I said, and then
admitted quietly.  "Besides...well...I really liked the feelings that they
gave me."

He grinned at this and took me into his arms again.

"You did, did you?" he asked.

"Uhh-huh."

"Well, let me tell you, the real thing is a hundred times better." he
murmured quietly in my ear and then used the tip of his tongue to lick it
out.

I groaned at this and my cock, which had been hard for what seemed like
forever, was making a real mess of pre-cum in my jeans. But that didn't
matter for long because Mike quickly had me out of them and naked on the
bed. As I lay back, I expected him to join me but, instead, he just stood
there looking down at me. I looked up at him questioningly. He just smiled.

"You have no idea how incredibly beautiful you are, do you?" he said
softly.

I blushed at this.

"I could say the same thing to you, you know." I replied.

He looked at me in surprise, bordering on shock.

"It's been a very long time since anyone's said anything like that to me."

"You should have just asked me. I would have told you."

He got onto the bed, getting over me on his hands and knees, looking down
at me. I reached up and put my hands on both sides of his face and then
rose up and kissed him. Hard! Then I lay back down and slid my hands down
to his shoulders. He leaned down and I thought he was then going to kiss me
but he didn't. Instead, he put his mouth on the side of my neck and began
to suck and lick at it. I groaned and arched my back at the feelings. I
thought he was going to give me a 'hickey', kind of like 'marking his
territory' but he quickly moved down my body, using his tongue to paint it
with his saliva as he went.

His first stop was to move over to one of my nipples and gently suck and
lick at it. I almost screamed at the feeling, it was so intense! How the
fuck had I missed 'those' while I explored my body while jacking off? Well,
basically, because like most guys, I never explored anything above my
groin! Down to my balls and my ass but never 'up'! I was moaning and
groaning as he went back and forth between both of my nipples, sucking and
nipping at them with his teeth. Not hard but with enough firmness to take
me right to the edge between pain and pleasure. It was this that made me
realize that Mike was not just beautiful but a very skilled and talented
lover! I only hoped that I would be able to satisfy him!

He kept moving down my body, running his tongue across my stomach,
following the ridges and rills of my abs before putting his tongue in my
navel and swabbing it out. I actually giggled at that as it tickled! He
looked up from what he was doing and grinned at me before putting his head
down again and heading 'south' again.

I thought he was going to take my cock into his mouth but he by-passed it,
moving further down and using his body to spread my legs apart. He lay
fully prone on the bed, with his face in my balls. I could hear him taking
deep breaths of my scent there in between moans. He obviously did like my
scent because I hadn't had a shower since the previous morning so I knew my
balls were very sweaty and ripe. But the scent alone obviously wasn't
enough for him because, before I knew it, I felt his wet, slightly rough
tongue swipe against the wrinkled skin of my nut-sack! Now it was my turn
to groan at the exquisite feeling!

He licked all over my hairless sack and then moved down again to taste the
back of my sack along with that patch of skin between the balls and the ass
I later learned was called the perineum.  As his tongue licked against it,
I felt his hands slide under my knees. I briefly wondered what he was up to
but the feelings that were coming from what his tongue was doing didn't
give me time to even speculate.

The next thing I knew, he had pushed my legs up and back so that my knees
were almost resting on my chest and I was practically bent double. That
wasn't a problem but it left my entire ass crack open and staring into his
face! It was a most embarrassing view for me as I was sure that no one had
seen me like this since Mom changed my diapers as a baby! However, Mike was
not about to 'change my diapers' but what he was doing, at first I wasn't
quite sure. Then I heard him inhaling loudly and realized that his nose was
buried in my ass-crack and he was snorting the scent of my ass! I wasn't
very comfortable with this because I was worried about...well...you can
guess what I was worried about, but I soon had other things to occupy my
thoughts because I suddenly felt something wet and slightly rough moving
slowly up my crack and across my very sensitive hole!

My mind went totally blank for a few moments as I was only aware of the
feelings that Mike was generating in me. Then I came back to myself and my
mind was off and running, trying to figure out just what in the fuck he was
doing to me! It felt like he was licking my ass! But I was sure that
couldn't possibly be what he was doing! Nobody did THAT! Did they? I rose
up on my elbows and looked down at him between my legs but I could only see
from his eyes up. The rest of his face was below my balls.

"Mike! What the fuck are you doing?!"

He looked up with a grin on his face.

"I'm eating your ass. Like it?" he grinned.

"Mike, you're kidding, right?!"

"Does this feel like I'm kidding?" he chuckled and then his face moved back
down and I again felt the wondrously sensuous feeling of his tongue licking
my hole!

I was lost! I was putty in his hands. From that point on, he could do
anything he wanted to me! I lay there moaning, allowing him to feast on my
butt and, without even realizing it, I began to slowly relax my opening
until I could feel him actually sliding his tongue up inside me! It was at
that moment, I swore eternal gratitude to Cucumis sativus, the lowly
cucumber!

Mike continued to slide his tongue into my butt, moving it quickly in and
out, like a small, wet cock fucking me. When he had done this for a while,
he rose up to where he was sitting cross- legged between my legs, which he
had placed back on the bed, and looked down at me.

"I didn't expect to get this far this fast. I guess you really did
'practice'. Just lay there, I have to go downstairs and get something. I'll
be right back."

And saying this, he hopped of the bed and went flying down the stairs from
the loft. I heard him rummaging through the boxes we'd brought in from the
truck and then I heard him hurrying back up the stairs. I saw a plastic
squeeze bottle in his hand filled with some kind of clear liquid.  He got
back on the bed grumbling to himself, "If you'd just waited until tonight,
I would have had this up here!"

I chuckled a him and he gave me a sheepish grin. He then sat back down on
the bed between my legs and flipped open the top of the bottle.

"I need you to hold your legs back the way I was doing." he said.

I immediately complied, opening my ass-crack to him again. He poured some
of the liquid onto his fingers and began applying it to my ass. It was
obviously lube and, as he proceeded to anoint my hole with it, he began to
slip his fingers inside as well. I think he was a bit surprised at how
quickly my hole stretched open for him and how many fingers he was able to
get inside me.  As soon as he had two all the way in, he began hunting for
that wonderful internal joy-spot called the prostate! I'd discovered it
when I began shoving different items in my hole. I also discovered that
cucumbers, sliding in and out of your ass over it could produce orgasm
almost without jacking off!

When he'd successfully gotten three and finally four of his fingers inside
me, smoothly sliding on a glaze of lube, he began to anoint his own cock,
slathering it generously with the liquid. He then rose and moved over me so
that my legs now were no longer held back by my hands but supported across
his shoulders as he planted his arms straight down, his hands resting on
the bed beside my shoulders.

"Take a deep breath and let it out." he said as I felt the blunt end of his
cock rubbing against the opening to my body.

I did as he said and as soon as I began to exhale, I felt his hips thrust
forward and his cock press into my opening. There was only a moment of
resistence and then his cock slid smoothly inside me until I felt something
tickling the lips of my hole. It suddenly realized that it was his pubic
hair and he was buried balls deep in my ass!

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned as my ass-chute wrapped itself around his cock.

"Yeah! Fuck me!" I moaned, the feeling of fullness inside me so familiar
and welcome - and yet so different!

No, his cock didn't feel like a cucumber. It felt like nothing I'd ever
felt inside me before. It felt BETTER than anything that had ever been
inside me! I looked up into his eyes and I saw him staring down at me,
hunger and lust radiating from them. I realized that every time I'd ever
been 'fucked', no matter what I'd shoved up my ass, I was always in
control. This time, I had NO control! I suddenly understood the meaning of
the word 'submit' because that's what I had done.  I was submissive to this
man and to his cock. It was only the fact that I loved him beyond words and
knew that he loved me kept me from totally freaking out at that moment.

I think he must have seen the fear in my eyes as these thoughts ran through
my head because his gaze suddenly softened and he smiled gently down at me.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me, you're going to love
this." he said softly and then he grinned down at me. "As well prepared as
you are for it, there's nothing you need to do but relax and enjoy it. Hey!
I'm the one who's going to be doing all the work here!"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. My emotions were so overwhelmed by the
realization that Mike was finally inside me! We were what I wanted, one
person. Instead, I reached up and gently stroked his cheek. God! How I
loved this man! The feelings of loving him were so intense, I thought my
chest would explode any moment! But then he started.

Just slowly at first. Slowly drawing his cock out about an inch or two and
then, just as slowly, gliding back inside me. He kept this up, never
speeding up until he had almost his entire cock pulled out of my hole
before slowly, exquisitely slowly, shoving it back deep inside me.

I groaned loudly, the pleasure was so exquisite! The feeling of his long,
thick cock sliding deep inside me felt nothing like using a cucumber! I
never realized the feel of the power of a man fucking me would be so
different - and so intense! However, I had no idea of Mike's true power
until I looked up at him and begged...

"Please! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!"

At that, his hips began slapping hard and fast against my ass, making loud
slapping noises as he growled deeply. I could only lay there and moan
mindlessly. Never had I ever felt anything like this! It made my own
efforts at fucking myself like the difference between a bicycle and a
Harley!  I couldn't believe what was happening to my body. I was holding
onto his arms to keep from being shoved off his cock so I wasn't jacking on
my cock. He wasn't touching it either. In fact, nothing was touching my
cock and yet I knew that within a few moment I was going to blow my load
without any other stimulation than Mike's cock ramming in and out of my
ass!

"I'M GONNA CUM!" I shouted out.

"YEAH! CUM FOR ME! CUM FOR ME, TODD!" Mike growled back as he slammed his
cock harder and faster into my hole.

I looked down between my legs and just watched in amazement as my cock rose
up off my abs and began spewing shots of cum over and over and over again!
I'd never cum this much or this hard in my life! Some of the shots actually
went over my head and most of it fell across my face, including my open
mouth, my neck and my chest! When I finally stopped cumming, there was cum
covering me!

But my cumming didn't finish things. Mike was still pounding my hole as he
hadn't cum. I don't know how I knew what to do but I clamped down hard with
the muscles in my ass around his cock. I heard him scream out and then I
felt his cock begin to jerk in my ass.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Mike screamed out as he filled me with his cum.

Mike's body jerked along with his cock until finally, he collapsed over me,
his cock still buried in my ass. I held him in my arms as he tried to get
his breath back. He was sweaty, as I was, and the scent of him, and of our
sex, was strong. I thrilled at it.

We lay there for a long time, neither of us saying a word. I think we were
both overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. I know I
was. I could feel Mike's huge cock still buried in me and still hard with
no signs of softening. I couldn't believe it but I actually started hoping
he'd start moving and fuck me again. Even though I'd just gotten off, shot
the biggest load I'd ever shot in my life, I was still hungry for him. I
had years to make up for, years of lonely frustration wanting him and I
wasn't about to stop at just one fuck! I began clenching the muscles inside
my ass just as I'd done when I wanted him to cum. I heard him groan.

"Fuck! Todd! Don't do that!"

I chuckled softly. He rose up and looked down at me.

"You fucking little horndog! I just got done fucking you not ten minutes
ago! Don't tell me you want it again!"

I just grinned at him impishly.

"Well, if you want it that often, you better buy yourself some more
cucumbers because I gotta have time to recover!" he growled, slowly sliding
his cock from my butt and rolling off me to collapse on the bed beside me
on his back.

I moved over and curled up to him, my head on his chest. He put his arm
around me, holding me to him. I could smell his scent as I could feel his
sweaty chest against my cheek. I could also hear the thumping of his heart
with my ear pressed against his chest. I think I was the happiest I'd ever
been in my life at that moment.

"Thank you." I said softly.

"There's no need to thank me. I wanted you as much as you wanted me." he
said.

"No, I didn't mean the sex, though that was wonderful. Thank you for loving
me enough to finally tell me. Thank you for always being there for
me. Thank you for stopping me from making a huge mistake by leaving."

He turned on his side and looked at me.

"Todd, you don't need to thank me for any of that. Falling in love with you
was the easiest thing that ever happened to me. Loving you, I'll admit, was
probably the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life but love
oftentimes isn't very easy." he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I mean that loving you meant not giving into all of my natural desires to
want to make love to you. Knowing that's what you wanted me to do just made
it a hundred times harder. I'm sorry that you don't understand why I had to
do what I did, but I knew I couldn't live with myself if I did anything
else."

"No. I think I do understand. I think you were wrong but that was because
you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about it. I wanted to talk to you
but I knew you wouldn't. You never said anything. And I was scared to bring
it up for fear that you'd reject me." I said.

"You can't really mean that! Why would I reject you?!" he asked, clearly
shocked at what I was saying.

"I had no idea if you would or not. That's what was so scary about it. I
knew you let me sleep with you but I had no idea why. I had no idea if you
really wanted that or you were just doing it because you thought that I
needed it. I was afraid to bring it up for fear that you'd stop sleeping
with me and that's all I had of you." I said.

He just lay there, looking at me. He didn't say anything for the longest
time and I couldn't read the look on his face.

"You're right. I should have talked to you. I should have at least tried to
find out what you were feeling and let you know what I was feeling. I guess
I'm not too comfortable with talking about feelings." he admitted.

I started chuckling.

"What?" he asked.

"Mom would have said, 'Typical male!'. I guess I'm the same way."

We lay there, him holding me and gently stroking me, occasionally kissing
my forehead. There was one more thing I needed to talk about but it was the
scariest of all.

"Mike..." I finally asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"How do you think Mom would have felt about...well...about us? I've felt
really guilty because I was so jealous of her for having you."

"Was this before she died?" he asked.

"No. I never felt that way when she was alive. I don't know why. I just
accepted the fact that you two loved each other. Of course, I wasn't very
old then. Maybe I would have been eventually."

"I really have no idea. I would like to think that she'd be happy that we
both found love - even if it was with each other. Do you remember the night
she died?" he asked.

"Some of it." I said.

"Do you remember one of the last things she said was she told me to take
care of you and then she told you to take care of me?"

"Yeah. I remember that."

"Well, maybe it's not the way she envisioned it, but we are doing that. We
are taking care of each other." he smiled down at me.

"And we're going to keep on doing that?"

I had to ask. I had to be sure.

"As long as you want to." he smiled.

"Oh, I'd say at least another fifty years or so!" I grinned.

And saying this, I rose up and kissed him.

He was wrong. He didn't need any time to recover.

THE END OF RIDE THE WHIRLWIND

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