Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 17:14:54 EDT
From: DAG1064 <DAG1064@aol.com>
Subject: Scott 2

SCOTT by DAG1064@aol.com

PART 2

	The morning sun woke me.  I don't remember going to sleep, but I
guess I did.  Scott was still asleep, so I very carefully slipped out of
bed and went into the bathroom.  I decided on the spur of the moment to
take a bath.  I ran hot water into the tub, then got in.  Oh, did it feel
good!  I wasn't in there long when Scott came in.  He smiled at me, then
stepped over to the toilet.  After that, he sat on the edge of the tub.  I
reached up and pulled him in the tub with me.  He settled down on my lap,
leaning against me.  Scott rubbed my chest for a moment.

"Love you." he whispered.

"I love you, Scott.  You're a great kid." I said.

We relaxed there soaking in the hot water.  I caressed his body for a
moment or two, then finally standing him up and washing him.  I loved the
feel of his soap slicked boy body, taking great delight in washing his
genitals.  Scott closed his eyes and leaned his head back,breathing through
his mouth as I continued to pleasure his personal tool.  I had him lift a
leg and put his foot on the side of the tub so I could get to his rose and
wash it clean.  After I rinsed him clean of soap, I washed myself while he
relaxed.  I stepped out of the tub and dried myself off.  Scott sat on the
edge of the tub while I went to get a towel.  I dried his body off, then
carried him into the room and placed him on his bed.  I got out my nail
clippers and took care of my fingernails and toe nails, then did Scott's.
He liked getting the manicure and I found some clean briefs and put them on
Scott.  I had the impression that I was filling a desire of his to be cared
for again like when he must have been a little boy.  That gave me an idea.
I would need a little time to develop it, but it seemed workable.  I
grinned at him.

"Whatcha thinking, Logan?" Scott asked.

"Oh, I got an idea, and I'm not sure how to work it.  I need time to think
about it." I said.

"Does it involve me acting like a little boy again?" the boy asked me.

"Possibly.  How would you feel about that?" I questioned.

"Sounds like fun, just as long as nobody else knows." Scott replied,
looking concerned.

"I'm just thinking about it for now.  Of course you'll have a say in this.
Sometimes people entertain the thought of being real young again and having
someone take care of them again." I said to him.

"I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be that young again for a
day." Scott said thoughtfully.

I rubbed his back for a moment, the image of an eleven year old boy wearing
diapers and sucking a bottle strong in my mind.  I had to admit it was a
funny thought.  In my travels around America, I have stopped in various
adult bookstores and have seen all kinds of photo books of guys being tied
up in bondage, wearing leather, using all kinds of rubber cocks on
themselves.  I had on few occaisions seen some photo books featuring guys
in diapers.  I feel that whatever turns on a person is okay, as long as
they keep it to themselves and nobody gets hurt.  I'm really no different
from them, because what really turns me on is beautiful boys like Scott.
There are boys out there who are really knowledgeable about things like
this and they actively go out and look for older lovers who can give them a
very loving, caring, stable relationship.  I'm all for that, just like
other gays with their preferences will support others like them.  What
Scott was agreeing to, I had never done before.  I needed time to think
about it.



	We got out of the lodge in mid afternoon and did what I had said we
would do.  I took him for a steak dinner, then went to see a real good
movie.  After the movie, we rode underneath the stars in the early evening.
There were so many of them out.  I parked the Harley on a cliff overlooking
the lake, and sat on the blanket listening to the cricket chirp and the
night birds sing.  The breeze blew lightly across our faces.

"It's beautiful out here, Logan." Scott commented, leaning against me.

"Oh, you know it." I agreed.

It was.  Scott put his arms around me and I sighed, feeling real good about
being with Scott.  Scott was real special to me.  He was one of three boys
that I've fully initiated into male sex.  I had learned what love was all
over again because of Scott's devotion to me.  He really loved me.  I loved
him, too.  A part of me hoped that we would stay together forever, but I
knew that would never happen.  Scott needed to be with a boy his age to be
lovers with.  I hoped it would happen for him someday.  We got back late.
Scott relocked the side door after we went in.  I picked him up at his
doorway and carried him to his bed.  I slowly undressed the boy, pulling
each article of clothing off him.  I get a real kick out of this and so
does he.  I get down to his pink string bikini underwear that I bought for
him.  He loved wearing them, so I went and got him some different colors
and patterned ones to wear.  They accent his growing muscles nicely.  Scott
gets off the bed and strikes a few poses, just like the bodybuilders do as
I undress myself.  After I'm naked, he gets back on the bed and lies face
down.  I hook my fingers into the band of the bikini briefs and slowly pull
them down over his lovely ass.  Scott raises himself slightly and then his
legs so I can pull them off.  He moves his hands underneath himself then
turns over.  He has covered his cock with his hands and starts to tease me.

"Scott!" I plead.  "Please don't tease me!"

He just grins and exposes a little bit of his cock head for me to see.  I'm
so crazy for it, I reach down to move his hands and he blocks me with a
knee.  He keeps exposing a little more each second, until I see the other
Scott standing straight up erect in all it's glory.  I slip it into my
mouth and start to suck it.  Scott closes his eyes and mutters something.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I go up and down on his very hard
boy pole.  He sighs and wiggles slightly underneath me.  I wonder how close
he is and then I hear a drawer open.  He pushes me off his cock, I watch
him apply ky to his bare cock.  I see the lust and desire in his eyes and I
know his intent now, what he wants.

"Are you sure?" I question him, working his stick to keep the pleasure
going.

"Yes." he whispers.

I move onto my back, and he gets between my legs.  Scott knows the risk of
unprotected sex, even though we both got tested last week.  Scott's
pediatrician had explained the risks as well once the doctor found out that
Scott was gay.  Scott had tested clean, like me.  Scott pushed himself into
me, his bare cock squeezing past my adult rose.  I hold him steady as he
gets into me.  The feeling of having a bare juvenile cock inside my ass is
exciting.  I moan softly and that urges Scott on.  The boy stops, once his
hips are resting against my ass cheeks.

"Go, boy.  Don't stop." I whisper, really in heat.

Scott starts to fuck me and I really can feel him move inside of me now.
Oh, the pleasure!  The youngster whimpers and cries as he fucks me with the
intensity of an older man.

"Logan, oh Logan!" he cried, fucking me hard and fast.

I hold the child steady as he keeps driving his cock further up into me.
Truth to tell, I was feeling really hot myself.  Scott really was fucking
me hard.  His hips slammed into my ass.  The passion had him good.  He was
crying, wanting to come inside me.  Then he was, his penis spitting his
juvenile juice deep into my rectum.

"Oh....Logan....cum....I'm going....come....I'm coming....ah....I....oh
yes....I'm cumming!" he whined, fucking hard and fast.

Then he pulled out after finishing his ejaculation and grabbed the tube of
ky, squirting it onto my bare cock.  The boy climbed up onto my hips and
slowly pushed himself down onto my hard adult cock.  I gasped from the
shock of entering his hot ass.  Scott pushed himself all the way down until
his ass was on my hips.  He sighed, and settled himself.

"Logan." he sighed.

"Scott, my love." I whispered, totally blown away by the level of passion
the boy was sharing with me.

Scott began to rise and fall on my cock and I began to experience a whole
new level of male intercourse.

"Oh....yes." I sighed, feeling the boy move up and down on my erect penis.

It seemed to me that each time the child came down on my cock, it would go
a bit deeper each time.  I had no doubts that my cock was exploring
uncharted areas of the boy's rectum.  Scott kept moving up and down on me,
uttering little cries of pleasure as I struggled to retard the rising flood
of my sperm that wanted to get into the youngster's ass.  Scott pushed
himself down hard and fast on my cock.  He knew that I was geting close to
ejaculating.  The boy immediately picked up the pace, going faster.  When
he came off my cock, his rose muscle squeezed my cock hard.  That was the
breaking point.

"Scott!" I wailed, coming inside his ass.

Scott moved faster, slamming himself down on me hard.  I shivered all the
way through my come.  When I couldn't come anymore, I collapsed.  Scott
dismounted me and lay down next to me.  The boy was covered with sweat and
he was exhausted.  I wiped him dry and he snuggled right up to me.

"Love you." he whispered.

I hugged him to me and soon I could tell that he was asleep by the slow
even breaths on my chest.  I covered us up and my mind began to wander.  I
look at Scott and he sleeps with a smile on his face.  I know he's happy.
I wonder what he's dreaming about.  Is it of us?  Or maybe it's of a future
lover.  Who knows?  I know that dreams sometimes have a way of coming true
if you believe in them hard enough.  Something tells me I've made hig big
dream come true.  Now those will be replaced with new ones.  But he will
dream and remember the love that we shared.  Scott is still young and this
is the time in his life where he starts to discover more about himself and
the world around him.  He still needs the guidance of his parents, even
though he starts wanting to be independent more.  I wonder if he will
succeed in that goal?  Only time will tell.  I do hope that he will take
his parent's advice, so that he can live his life well.  I know that his
parents love him, it's very obvious every time we talk about Scott.  It
doesn't bother them that their son is gay, they just want him to be happy.
That's what's important to Jackie and Denny.  It's important to every
parent that their child succeeds in everything, especially in what the kid
wants to do.  I think it's a crime when the parent forces the kid to be
something they don't want to be.  I don't think that won't be a problem for
Scott.  It seems to me that he has inherited his parent's love for this
place that his great grandfather started years ago.  Hell, be was born
behind the check in counter!  Hell of a way to check into life!  I close my
eyes and dream.  I dream of Scott finding a lover his age and they grow up
together healthy and happy.  I see his parents growing old together,
watching the grandkids by Tammy run through the place.  But one boy calls
Scott "Daddy" and it becomes obvious to me that Scott is old enough to
adopt.  This boy grows to be a man and takes a wife.  The Edison Family
goes on forever.  But the main thing is that Scott and his lover are happy
together.



	I wake up the next morning and Scott is lying on his front, his
hand on my shoulder and his other hand on my chest covering my heart.  I
can feel his soft breaths on my chest and it feels good to me.  I am happy.

"Hey." I hear him whisper.

"Good morning, Scott." I whisper.

He moves his hand over my chest slowly, moving his fingers through the hair
on my chest.  I watch his face and he has a serious look on his face.  I
take his hand into mine and kiss his palm.  Scott smiles, then starts to
caress me again.

"Please do me." he whispers.

I nod yes and reach for the ky.  I squirt a little on my finger and
lubricate his rose with it.  He lies on his back as I do that.  Then I
lubricate my hard cock, then place it at the opening and slowly press the
head of my cock into it and then I am through.  It's hot inside of him and
I try my best not to come right then.  I slowly push myself into the boy,
feeling so much love for him.  I finally get completely inside of him and
marvel again at how he's able to handle the seven inches.  I hook his legs
over my shoulders and start to fuck him.  I can tell Scott is enjoying
this, because he has a smile on his face and his green eyes are closed.  I
sink my cock further into him each down stroke.  Scott moans in pleasure,
wiggling his ass a little each time I go back into him.  I feel my sperm
start to rise as I fuck the youngster.  I try to hold back, but it's
immpossible.

"Scott, my love....feel like I'm....cum....going to....cum!" I cried,
fucking fast and furious.

Then I was, squirting my sperm up into the canal of the boy's ass.  I
sighed, feeling super good at being able to ejaculate into my young lover.
His rectal muscle squeezed my cock as he wiggled his ass, increasing my
pleasure more.  I tickle his sensitive spots as I continue to fuck and
ejaculate into the boy.  Scott whimpers, squeezing my cock even more.  Then
I'm done cumming in the boy and slowly pull out of him.  I get a washcloth
from his bathroom and clean the both of us off.  I get back into bed next
to him and pull him close to me.  His back is pressed against my chest and
I slow caress his naked body.  Scott shivers from the touches and then I
grab his hard cock that was pressing against my hip and procceed to
masturbate him.  Scott reacts, going nuts.  I hold onto my twitching lover,
going fast, then slow, then fast again.  He comes in powerful spasms,
shooting ribbons of white sperm onto his hip, then drips and dribbles down
over my knuckles as he relaxes.  I lick the boy's sperm off my knuckles and
then off him.  Scott goes crazy as he feels my tongue on his body.  I start
tickling his erogenous zones again and the boy whines and cries from the
pleasure he feels from my ministrations.  After I lick his cream off him,
he relaxes and goes back to sleep, exhausted.  I sit on the couch and watch
the sleeping boy.  My eyes take in every inch of his bare body, a feast for
my eyes.  Scott is beautiful to me, a work of art created by his parent's
love.  I wonder why people don't love each other like they should.  I know
that there are those who do, but it's not enough.  There needs to be more
of us.  More of us to care, to love, and to help those in need.  This world
is indeed a cold and cruel place, but there are people who are trying to
change it.  I pull the covers up over the sleeping boy, my lover, and kiss
his cheek.  He mutters something, then sleeps again.  I go and use his
shower, taking the time to touch and explore myself.  I masturbate, pulling
on my cock and imagining that it's Scott that's doing it to me.  I cum onto
the shower walls.  I sigh, feeling good deep down.  I leave the shower
after rinsing off and toweling myself dry.  Scott woke an hour later.  I
take him by the hand and give him a bath, then we dress each other.  The
day starts.



	We joined his parents for breakfast.  Scott looks over the
paperwork for the last three days.  Everything looks good.

"The lodge has been a lot more active this year than last." Scott
commented.

"Well, that's good.  You should be happy about that." I said, working on a
sink in a previously occupied room.

"I am.  We finally paid off that loan for the major repair work from the
earthquake from last year.  We made a real profit this year, thanks to the
overflow from the convention." Scott laughed.

I grinned.  "That's lucky.  I imagine your parents are real happy about
that good fortune."

"They are.  I am too.  This place will stay in the Family forever now." he
said.

"That's good." I said, shifting position.  "Can you hand me that wrench?"

"Sure, here." Scott handed me the tool.  "It's important to me.  This place
is all I've ever known.  I was born here.  This hotel is a part of my life.
I've experienced a lot of things here.  You for one."

"That's for sure!"  I laughed.

"You know it!  Anyway, I couldn't leave this place, Logan.  It's too much a
part of me and I'm a definite part of this place.  I've learned a lot about
people and different places just by sitting by the fireplace.  I'm happy
and contented with what I've got here.  I wouldn't change a damn thing.
The only thing I really want is a lover my own age." Scott said.

"I want that, too." I said from underneath the sink.  "Everyone wants that.
I know that you will meet a boy your age who will fall in love with you and
the both of you will be happy for a long time.  Don't be in a real hurry.
It will happen soon enough.  I'm not mad that you want that.  I think you
should have a friend your age to be with, one that has almost the same
interests that you do.  I think the reason I came here was to teach you the
art of loving and how to be a good lover.  I didn't have to teach you about
condoms.  Obviously your Dad talked to you or you picked that up on your
own."

Scott nodded.  "Dad did.  He lectured me on being safe and told me how to
use them and to use them everytime I have sex, to use a fresh one
everytime.  Better safe than sorry, he said."

"That's good.  Lee and I used them for the first year of our relationship.
We got tested every three months.  Once we were absolutely sure we were
clean, we stopped using them.  We never cheated on each other.  I couldn't
ever think of doing that.  Lee satisfied me everytime.  I learned the
basics, what I had taught you.  There were things he did to me that excited
me and things that I did to him that excited him.  It's called foreplay, by
the way.  Everybody has their ideas how that should be done.  When you meet
your next lover, he might have new ways of pleasing you.  However you do
things, the end result is lovemaking.  I just hope he'll be right for you.
That's my major concern." I said.

"Thanks, Logan.  I think I understand.  Who knows who my next lover will be
like.  I guess I will have to wait and see." Scott stated, replacing one of
the tools in the box.

"We all take chances in life, Scott.  I took a big chance in being your
lover and teacher.  It paid off in a big way.  You were so eager to learn
how to be a good lover.  You have turned into a good lover and a great
friend.  You're a lucky kid to have a great family, one that understands
and accepts you for who you are.  You're their son, Scott.  Your parents
created you as a result of their deep love for each other.  You mean a lot
to them.  They love you and care about you." I told him.

"Did they ask you to teach me about gay sex?" Scott asked.

"Yes, they did.  They were concerned that you wouldn't know what being in
love was all about, or how to have a real relationship." I said, looking at
the boy.

"Then I will have to thank them.  They really went out on a limb in asking
you to teach me.  They could have gotten in trouble, and so could you."
Scott stated.

"You're right about that, Scott.  I suggest that you don't tell anyone
about us.  It's a lot safer that way." I said.

"Okay.  I've heard the stories on the news about the cops saying that they
busted an "abuser".  I've heard of boy love groups who say that there is
nothing wrong with loving a boy, like what you've done with me." Scott
said.  "I wanted this, I asked you to teach me, and I consented to this.  I
know that's a big difference between you and a real molester."

"You're right, Scott.  If you had said no, I would have backed off and that
would have been the end of it.  But you did say yes, because you wanted to
learn about male loving.  You're a unique person, Scott.  Be careful of the
people you meet.  There are people out there who get their kicks from
hurting kids.  I don't want to see you get hurt.  Maybe I should show you
some self defense moves to use just in case." I said.

"That sounds like a good deal." Scott nodded.

I finished the repair job, then returned the tools.  When Scott and I
walked into the lobby, I saw a family of three checking in.  The boy caught
my attention.  He apperared to be about five foot one, wore his blond hair
in a pony tail that went below his shoulders, and had blue eyes.  My heart
did flip flops when he smiled at me.

"Logan, could you help these folks?" Denny asked.

"Sure." I answered, trying to control myself .

"They're moving here and their house isn't ready yet.  Won't be for another
three weeks.  They will be spending time here." Denny announced.

"Good deal." I said.

Scott helped carry some of the luggage up to their rooms.  I watched Scott
talking to the boy and I had the feeling that the boy was gay.  Then I knew
for sure when I saw the gold hoop in the boy's right ear.

"Go slow, Scott.  Take your time." I tought to myself.

I left them there and went back down to the lobby.  I asked Denny if I
could take Scott fishing this Saturday at the lake.

"Sure." he nodded.  "Logan, that boy....do you think he's....?"

"Positively." I replied.

"Do you think that he and Scott might....?" Denny wondered.

"Only time will tell.  I've taught Scott what he needs to know.  You taught
him about condoms.  That was good." I said.

"He understands the importance of them?" Denny questioned.

"Yes.  You taught him well on that." I answered.

"I don't want him catching anything, that's all." Denny said.

"You did right.  Stop worrying." I said.

"I'm sorry, but I do.  He's my son." Denny snapped.

I turned and looked at Denny.  "He is your son, Denny.  You love him so
much to sit him down and explain things to him.  You're concerned for his
well being and safety.  You want him to grow up happy and healthy.  You
hope that he makes the right choices in his life and reap the good results
of those choices.  Every parent wants their kid to succeed in life.  So you
do whatever you can to give him the best education you can.  Sometimes that
means you sitting down with him and teaching him what school might not." I
said.

"You got that right." Denny agreed.

"Don't stop trying to teach him.  The more he learns from you, the better."
I encouraged him.

"I won't." Denny promised.

Deep down inside me, something told me that Denny wouldn't let Scott down
at all.



	I met the blond haired boy at the pool later that afternoon.  He
came down to swim in the pool by himself.

"Hi!" he said when he saw me.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Not a whole lot.  I wanted to come down and swim." he said.

"Same for me.  My name's Logan." I introduced myself.

"Mine's Jeff Hunter." the boy said, shaking my hand.

"Glad to meet you, Jeff." I said, seeing Scott coming.  "Scott, meet Jeff
Hunter."

"Hi!  Nice to meet you." Scott smiled.

"Are you staying here, Scott?" Jeff asked.

"I live here.  My family owns this place." Scott said proudly.

"Oh, cool!" Jeff exclaimed.

Scott and I laughed at the same time.

"I think so!" Scott grinned.

I pulled my shirt off, already wearing my swim shorts.  Scott pulled his
t-shirt off and I heard Jeff gasped.  Score one for me.  My feeling was
right.  Jeff was gay.  Scott looked at me and I read the message in his
eyes.  I nodded yes to the unspoken question and Scott smiled.  We watched
Jeff pull his own t-shirt off.  He had a slim body, a swimmer's body.  He
had small nipples and they stood out, the cool pool water making them
aroused.  He got all the way in and Scott followed.  I could see Jeff's
buns moving inside his swim briefs.  I could feel something in the air and
it seemed centered between both boys.  I imagined Jeff in my bed underneath
me, impaled on my throbbing pole.  I sighed, wishing I could get that
chance.  I watched them swim and it seemed like they were talking.  I
couldn't hear, so I could only guess as to what they were saying.  I hoped
they were starting a frienship.  Scott needed a friend his age.  I finally
got into the pool and swam a few laps myself.  I sat on the steps of the
pool and relaxed a moment to catch my breath.  I watched them splash around
for awhile, then they got out when they got tired.  They lay on their
towels and talked some more.  I wondered what they were discussing.  I went
back to treading water again.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them get
up.  Scott handed Jeff his t-shirt and they went back into the lodge.  I
have to confess.  I was getting jealous of Jeff.  I know, it's stupid, but
that's how I felt at the moment.  There's no reason for me to be jealous of
Jeff.  I was really glad they met.  It just meant that Scott was ready for
a real relationship.  What kind of relationship could I give Scott?
Nothing, really.  I'm constantly on the move, I never stay in one place too
long.  I was here because karma brought me here to help Scott.  I'm happy
that I've helped him in more ways than one.



	Scott and I did go fishing on Saturday, like planned.  We arrived
at the lake early in the morning and had the rental boat out on the lake by
seven.  The sky was crystal clear and it was starting to warm up already.
I cruised along the shoreline, looking for a nice secluded spot for us to
be in.  Scott was in a real good mood and I suspected it had something to
do with his developing friendship with Jeff.  I felt good about that.
Scott pointed out a real good spot with plenty of cover.  He wriggled out
of his shorts once we got settled down.  I got out of mine, then reached
for the poariod camera.  I got a few good pictures of Scott posing for me.
I made sure he had plenty of sunscreen on him the entire time we were
there.  Scott caught a few good sized fish during the morning.  Later, in
the early afternoon, he slipped into the water and went swimming.  We had
packed in lunch, so I set out the sandwiches that I had made the night
before.  Scott ate two of them while I ate one.  After we ate, Scott leaned
against me and we talked.

"Jeff's a neat guy, Logan.  He's been in a lot of different places, but now
his Dad has decided to settle down and start his own business." Scott said.

"What kind of business?" I asked.

"Something to do with computers." Scott's fingers drew patterns on my bare
hip, making my cock come up.

"Computers are the big thing now." I said, caressing his side.

Scott tensed up, then relaxed.  His fingers started to explore my erect
penis.

"Jeff likes you, Logan.  He thinks you have an interesting life." said
Scott.

"I'll be glad to tell him a few stories.  Maybe we'll bring him next week."
I suggested, tickling the side of his neck.

Scott responded by squeezing my cock and pulling on it.

"Let's." Scott whispered.

"Let's go." I answered.

Sex in a small boat is quite a feat, but we did it.  It requires
coordination and cooperation.  Scott turned to face me.  He kissed my face,
starting with my lips and then moving around it.  I kissed back, then
hugged him.  I lifted the nude boy off me, then laid him on his back on the
cushions.  I started to pleasure his body.  It reacted the way it always
did, shivering and twitching with pleasure.  I kissed and licked at the
sensitive spots on his neck where I knew would get him so worked up like I
knew it would.  God, Scott was a joy to pleasure!  I went down to his
muscular chest.  My fingers moved around his chest, tracing each one of his
muscle lines.  I could hear him breathing through his mouth, his senses
were on the edge now.  The boy was really getting excited.  I brushed my
fingertips across the boy's chest, stopping long enough to tweak the rising
nipples.  It never failed to amaze me how a touch could get the boy's
nipples so aroused!  But they were coming up and standing out.  I brushed
the tip of my tongue across them and Scott arched his back and sucked in
his breath.

"Oh, Logan!"  he cried.

I continued the pleasuring, making him gasp and groan some more.  I got
into it, moving my tongue around his nipples, teasing the edge of them and
then sucking them up into my mouth.  The boy wriggled underneath me,
caressing me at the same time.  I kept on going, really wanting to please
him.  I would use my fingers to play with the wet tit that wasn't being
sucked on.  Now I decided to move on down to his slim stomach.  I kissed
his muscular torso, coming down to his stomach.  I moved my lips around his
stomach, feeling the muscle ridges there.  I licked out his belly button,
it was an"innie".  He laughed as I stuck my tongue into it.  I left his
stomach and followed the "v" of his abdomen down to his now bushy pubic
hair, to his cock.  I ran my tongue around the cock base, making him react
to that.

"Oh, Logan, please take it." he moaned softly.

"Not just yet, love." I whispered.

I started to lick his big balls and I heard him gasp in shock.  I gently
sucked them into my mouth and moved my tongue around each one.  Scott
shivered from the pleasure.  He was really enjoying this and so was I.  I
looked at his pink rose, twitching with anticipation of pleasure.  I got my
face into the cleft of his ass and smelled the smells there.  My tongue
flicked across his rose, making him whimper.  Then I stroked it a few
times, tasting a little of the soap that Scott had used in the bath that
morning.  The boy grunted and moaned, urging me on.  I kept on going,
wanting to please my young lover.  Scott wriggled his ass against my face a
few times.  I continued to pleasure his juvenile rose, getting him so
worked up.

"Logan....I want....in you." he pleaded.

I reached for the ky and lubricated his magnificent cock.  Scott whimpered
as I stroked his cock a few times, making the boy get so fired up.  I moved
onto my back and presented my own rose to him.  Scott sighed when he got
the head of his cock inside of me.  He relaxed for a moment, then started
pushing himself into me.  Scott got all of his big cock inside of me.  It
was a big thrill to feel Scott inside of me.

"Go for it, Scotty.  I love you, honey." I whispered.

"Okay, Logan.  Love you." he whispered.

Scott began to fuck me, pulling and pushing his cock inside of me.  What a
thrill that was!  I loved feeling Scott inside of me.  I really can't
explain what I was feeling.  I just know that I could feel Scott's seven
inches moving in and out of me.  Scott continued to fuck me, his eyes
tightly closed and sweat dripping off his body onto me.  I wondered what it
was that he was feeling at the moment, what it was that he was seeing and
hearing.  The boy moaned and groaned as the urge to ejaculate grew stronger
in him.  The youngster started fucking me faster, starting to cry as he did
so.  His young slender hips slammed against my ass as he attemped to get as
much of his cock as he could into me.

"Logan....gonna....I'm....cum....want to....oh....uh....come....I'm
going....to cum....inside of you, I'm....love you....here I cum!" he cried,
shivering all the way throught his ejaculation.

I could feel his sperm move through his cock and into me.  What a thrill
that it is for me to feel a boy to come inside of me!  Scott certainly did
and I held the sobbing boy as he continued to fuck me, trying to get all of
his young juice into me.  I clamped my ass muscle down on his cock, milking
it dry of his come.  Scott finished his come and dropped into my arms.  I
held the sweaty boy in my arms as he cried on my shoulder.  Scott always
got emotional after sex, and this was definetly one of those times.  I
guess for some reason he felt so much love for me, that crying was the only
way to let out those feelings that had been running rampant through him at
the time he was fucking me.  I used a wet rag to clean his cock off, then
settled him in my arms better.  He slowly dozed off.  I watched him sleep.
I wondered what he was dreaming of.  I wondered if it was of us?  Was it of
Jeff and me?  He never tells me what he dreams of.  Scott just smiles when
I do ask.  That drives me nutsguessing.  I love him.  I adore him.  I love
him enough to let him go when the time comes.  It is slowly becoming aware
to me that our paths are starting to separate.  I need to teach him a few
more things before I go.  Somehow I get the feeling that these are things
that Jeff could teach him better tham me.  If that is so, then my job is
done and I must go.  I would however, get the chance to sample the delights
that Jeff would offer me.



	Scott woke up nearly an hour later.  He looked up at me with those
beautiful green eyes of his.

"Hey." I said, tickling his neck.

"What's up?" he asked, smiling.

"Me." I replied.

Scott looked down and laughed.  "Yeah, you sure are!" he said, taking hold
of my hard cock and stroking it a bit.

Scott reached for the ky and coated my cock with it.  He got up and
straddled my hips.

"I love you." he said, his eyes misting over as he stroked my cheek with
his fingertips.

I put my hands on his hips and lifted him into place.  The boy put his
hands on my chest to steady himself as he slowly slid down onto my cock.  I
could feel my cock enter the boy's rose and go up into his canal.  Scott
kept pushing himself down until I was completely inside of him.  Scott
looked at me, his green eyes misty.  He was getting emotional again.  I
kissed his lips.

"Love you, Scott." I whispered into his ear, then lay back.

The youngster began to slide up and down on my erect pole.  I slid my hands
all over his torso, brushing my thumbs over his erect nipples.  The boy
rose and fell on my cock, wiggling his ass from side to side.  He started
slow at first, then picked up speed as he watched my reactions.  I could
feel my cock moving inside the child's ass and I sighed, feeling so much
love for this beautiful boy who willingly gave his love and body to me.  I
groaned, suddenly aware of strange sounds around me.  I wondered where they
were coming from.  It sounded like music.  I shivered, and I thought I had
come right then.  It was too soon for that.  Scott brushed his fingertips
across my nipples.  I groaned loudly, getting so charged up.

"Scotty, boy....so close....I'm ....close." I whispered.

The boy starts to speed up and then suddenly I can't hold back the flood of
sperm inside me.

"I'm....coming!" I groan, and then I am, my adult juice squirting into his
ass.

The youngster uses his rectal muscle to squeeze my cock as tight as he can,
trying to get every drop of cum out of my cock.  I grab hold of his hips
and fuck the boy fast and furious until I can't cum anymore.  I collapse,
Scott collapses on me and we sleep for a long time.  My dream are erotic,
all kinds of images of Scott and I making love in different places and
wearing different clothes.  The one that stands out in my mind is the
picture of Scott wearing a tuxedo coat with tails and a red bow tie around
his neck.  No shirt, but he is wearing skin tight black pants.  He does
this little bump and grind for me, getting me all worked up.  Just as I'm
about to touch him, I wake up and find myself back in the boat with a
sleeping Scott in my arms.  I carefully laid him on the on the seat
cushions and slip into the cool lake water.  It feels good on my body and I
swim around the boat a few times.  Getting back into the boat, I see that
he's still sleeping.  I touch his face and he wakes up.

"I love you, Logan." he whispers.

I caress his cheek.  "I love you, Scott.  You're a great lover and friend."
I tell him.



	We got back to the lodge in the late afternoon.  Jeff is sitting in
one of the chairs that line the front porch.

"Hi!" he called, waving to us.  "That's a cool bike, Logan."

"Thanks, Jeff." I said.  "It belonged to a friend of mine once."

"I like it." the boy said.

I had a sudden vision of him and Scott lying naked in bed, making love to
each other.  I mentally undressed Jeff.

"Come on, Logan!  We're going to play on the pool table!" Scott said,
breaking into my thoughts.

"Take your fish in and get yourself cleaned up first." I told Scott as we
walked in.

"All right." Scott agreed.

Scott took the fish into the kitchen, then ran up to his room.  I got a
beer and followed Jeff.

"Are you Scott's uncle, or something?" Jeff asked as he racked up the
balls.

"Or something." I smiled.

"Cool." he nodded understanding.

"Where are you from?" I asked, lining up a shot.

"Cenrtal California, near San Fransisco." Jeff answered.

I missed the shot and then opened the bottle as Jeff shot and sank the
ball.

"How about you, Logan?" Jeff asked.

"Origionally from San Diego, then went to Northern California when I was
fourteen." I replied, the memories coming back.

As Jeff leaned over the table for the next shot, his shorts came down a
little and I saw the top of his ass where the cleft began.  Jeff wasn't
wearing any underwear.  I felt my cock stir.

"Jeff, you little flirt." I thought.

He finished the shot, making it in.  He looked at me and smiled.

"He knows I looked down his shorts." I thought to myself.

Jeff pulled up on them as he came around the table.  The boy bumped into me
and I felt his hand brush the front of my jeans then squeeze my bulge.  He
looked at me when he did it.

"Jeff." I whisper, getting nervous.  "Please, not here.  Later.  Somewhere
else."

He let go of me.  "Okay, Logan." he said.

Acting like nothing had happened, we continued the game.  I missed a lot of
shots after that.  Jeff had caught me off guard with that move.  Scott came
in a moment later.

"Who won the first game?" Scott asked.

"Jeff did." I said.  "He plays good."

"Thanks.  You did good yourself." Jeff smiled.

"You guys play until I get back.  I'll play the winner." I said.

"Good deal." Scott stated.

I ran up to Scott's room ans stripped down for a shower.  Jeff had gotten
me going with that move.  I've never been approached by a boy like that
before.  Jeff had been bold as brass and clearly advertized his want.

"Oh, man!  What am I gonna do?  I want to stay true to Scott but Jeff is so
cute!  This is gonna be a problem.  I gotta think this one out." I groaned.

Unkown to me, Scott and Jeff had already made the connection to each other.
They knew the other was gay.  Jeff told Scott what had happened.  They
plotted to set me up.  I finished my shower and went back down after
changing into shirt and shorts.  Scott had just shot a ball into the pocket
when I came in with the beer.

"Good shot, Scott!" I applauded.

"Thanks, Logan." Scott grinned.

"What kind of hobbies do you have, Jeff?" I asked, watching the boys play.

"Fishing, reading, biking, bowling. collecting comics, and watching guys."
Jeff chuckled.

"Definetly!" Scott laughed.

"So do I, but don't say that too loud." I warned.

Jeff nodded.  "What are you into, Scott?"

Scott knocked another ball in.  "Reading, fishing, biking, camping out,
computers, and writing."

"Writing what?" Jeff asked.

"I'm writing about life here and some of the colorful people like Logan
that I've met here.  I've copied some of their stories about some of the
places they've been in.  If you're willing to listen, people will tell you
stories of what they've seen." Scott explained.

"Sounds interesting." I said, watching Scott.

Scott had changed into shorts and a loose button down baseball jersey.  He
was getting really tanned now.  I knew for a fact that he had no tan lines,
lying out in the sun for an hour every dayon his couch or bed.  Jeff was
pale white, but in a few weeks he'd be tan all over.  I wondered how big
Jeff was.

"I like to tell jokes." Jeff said, hitting a ball in.

"Know any good ones?" asked Scott.

"What has eighty-six teeth and holds back a monster?" Jeff asked, grinning.

"I don't know." Scott said after a moment.

"Damned if I know." I shrugged my shoulders.

"My fly." Jeff laughed.

I groaned as Scott laughed.

"You flatter yourself." I said.

"Take a look." Jeff snapped, unzipping his shorts.

I looked into the lobby fast, making sure nobody was there.  I motioned
Jeff around the other side of the pool table.  I came around just in time
to see Jeff push his shorts down to his knees.  I gasped and Scott mumbled
something.  Jeff was definetly well hung for a twelve year old boy.  He had
to be seven inches long and it was very slim.  Jeff was barely five feet
tall.  Jeff stroked it up hard.  The head of the cock was a dark fleshy
color, while the rest of it was a lighter color.  He had a bit of blond
pubic hair around his cock.  Scott examined it very intimately.

"Like it?" Jeff asked Scott.

"Yes!  It's so....big." Scott breathed.  "I'm just under seven inches
myself."

"Really?" Jeff asked.  "I thought I was the only one who was this big."

Scott pulled his own out.

"Oh, yeah.  You're real hung, too." Jeff smiled.

The boys closed up their shorts and I relaxed.

"Let's talk up in Scott's room, where we'll have more privacy." I
suggested.

"Okay.  Scott, it's your turn." Jeff pointed.

Scott won that game and I took him on.  Scott gave me a real good run for
my money, and I finally got him in the end.  We stopped at the kitchen and
made up some sandwiches to take up.  Scott locked the door as Jeff and I
sat on the couch and I passed around the food.

"Jeff, what made you think that you're the only boy who was that long?" I
asked him.

Jeff thought for a moment.  "I just did, that's all."

I nodded.  "Well, you're not.  You just saw Scott's and you know that he's
almost the same size as you.  Scott's is just a bit thicker and yours is
slimmer.  It's all due to special cells in your body called DNA.  It's a
special coded material that your body relies on to tell it how tall you'll
be, if you're going to be fat or thin, what color eyes and hair you will
have.  It will tell your body when to start the puberty process.  Both of
you boys are unique.  Both of you are different, but you have one very
major yhing in common with each other, and that's you're gay, Scott and
Jeff."

"My Dad doesn't want to talk to me about that.  He thinks I'm passing
through a phase." Jeff complained bitterly.

"Well, it doesn't work that way.  You're gay simply because you are.  You
find other boys and men much more attractive than girls and women.  You're
not sick and it's not an illness.  It's hard for me to explain because I'm
not sure how it works.  It has to do with the DNA that determines
sexuality." I explained.

"I think I understand a little better, Logan.  Thanks.  I know of sex,
having picked up the information here and there, and having looked at gay
books.  But....I'm still....a....virgin." Jeff sighed, having confessed
something.

"I remember the first time having sex with my first boyfriend when I was
fourteen.  He taught me how it was done.  Lee showed me what it was all
about." I smiled.  "That was a night I will never forget because it changed
my life.  Lee taught me what love was.  What he did to me was fantastic.
It will be for you, Jeff.  Don't be in a hurry for it.  Take your time and
when you think you're ready for it, then go for it."

"I am ready.  I want it so bad." Jeff cried.

Scott and I rubbed Jeff's back, trying to reassure him.

"I did to, when I was your age.  To have sex is a big decision, Jeff.
There's responsibility imvolved.  You have to decide if you want to use
condoms or not.  You need to understand what the consenquences are if you
decide not to use them.  If you start to have sex and you have more than
one partner, you need to get tested on a regular basis, like every three
months, especially if you don't use condoms.  If you decide to stay with
one person, that's great!  Less chance of getting anything.  You should use
condoms until you're absolutely sure you both will stay together for a long
time.  Then there's being in a relationship.  It's got to be a fifty-fifty
deal.  Both you and your partner have to work together to make the
relationship work.  That includes communication, caring for each other, and
supporting each other." I said.

"I never really thought of that." Scott said as Jeff nodded.

"These are things that can't be learned in one day, guys.  All this is
learned over time.  Some things will be learned the easy way, others the
hard way.  I should know, Lee and I had to work at ours." I stated.

"Stupid question time.  What's a condom, and how does it get used?" Jeff
asked.

"That's not a stupid question, Jeff!" Scott protested, reaching into his
nightstand.  "It's a good question."

He got three out.  Scott sat down next to him and handed him one.

"A condom is is a piece of very thin latex rubber designed to cover your
cock while having sexual intercourse with a person." Scott said.  "They
come in all kinds of packages.  Some come with lubricant on them, others
don't.  Some are designed for big thick cocks, others for smaller ones.
Some have ripples on them, or tiny bumps.  There's even colored ones!"

"No kidding, Jeff.  I could go and get some." I offered.

"The correct way to use them is to put the open end over the head of your
hard cock, then unroll it down the length of your cock." Scott stated.
"Want me to demonstrate?"

"Okay, if you don't mind." Jeff nodded.

Scott stood up and dropped his shorts on the floor with his briefs as well.

"You got a great tan, Scott.  No tan lines, either!  How do you do it?"
Jeff asked.

"The sun comes into my room in the late afternoon and I lay on either my
couch or bed for an hour each day." Scott replied.

"You have a really nice body." Jeff complemented.

"Thanks.  Dad has a gym set up by the pool, so I work out on a regular
basis." Scott said, pulling his shirt off.  "Okay, now watch this."

Jeff and I watched as Scott unrolled a condom onto his erect cock, having
stroked himself up while talking to Jeff.  Jeff watched carefully, seeing
how it was done.

"That's how it's done, Jeff." Scott said.

"Okay.  If it's that easy, then why doesn't everyone use them?" Jeff asked.

"It's because some people choose not to." I answered the boy as he reached
out to touch the condom on Scott's penis.

"Or they make excuses." Scott added.  "Go ahead, Jeff.  Get me off.  I want
you to."

That was all Jeff needed to hear.  I watched Jeff masturbate Scott, feeling
real hot and horny.  He got Scott off, and held the used condom in his hand
after Scott came down.

"That's where the come goes after I squirt it." Scott said, pointing to it
inside the condom.

"Cool." Jeff said, opening the top and looking in.

Scott took it and went into the bathroom with it.  Jeff opened a packet and
looked at it.  He looked at me shyly, then he stripped himself naked.  I
smiled at Jeff.

"You got a nice body, Jeff." I said.

"Thanks, Logan." he said.

Jeff turned his attention to his cock.  It was very relaxed.  I reached
over and started to stroke it.  Jeff sighed.  It came up hard, then he
unrolled the condom over his penis.

"Perfect fit!" he laughed.

He started to pull on his own cock, enjoying the slippery feeling of the
condom on his cock.  I watched him for a moment, then stood behind him.  I
took hold of his cock and then got him off in a way he'd never thought
possible.

'Thank you, Logan." Jeff said, hugging me afterwards.

That's what started the three way sex.  That was a first for me and Scott,
and first sexual activity with anyone for Jeff.  Scott and I spent all the
time pleasuring Jeff.  Scott and I explored Jeff's body very intimately
with our hands, fingers, lips, mouths, and tongues.  We charged that boy up
so much, he was pleading for us to get him off.  Scott licked and sucked
Jeff's tiny nipples and I licked and sucked on the boy's very well
developed cock and balls.  Jeff was whining and whimpering from the
pleasure he was feeling.  I very gently brushed my fingertips across the
surface of his balls.  I swallowed Jeff's seven inches and pleasured his
cock.  Jeff was going nuts.  He was really enjoying this so much, just like
me and Scott were enjoying the pleasure we were getting.  Scott took my
place and started in on Jeff's gear.  I proceeded to pleasure the rest of
the boy.  This was so enjoyable!  Having two wonderful boys at once!  I
heard a noise and looked up to see Scott getting a condom out of the
drawer.  Jeff took it from him and unrolled it onto Scott's cock.

"Do me, Scott." Jeff whispered.

Scott nodded, then applied ky to Jeff's rose.  He lubricated the condom,
then slowly pushed himself into Jeff's rose.  Jeff groaned as Scott entered
him.  The boy closed his blue eyes and sighed.  Scott relaxed a moment.

"Make love to me, fuck me.  I want you.  I wanted you the day we met." Jeff
whispered.

Scott stroked Jeff's cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Okay." Scott whispered.

Scott began to move his cock inside of Jeff's ass.  Scott closed his eyes,
feeling the passion rise inside of him.  Scott slowly fucked the other boy,
wanting him to experience the feeling of a warm live cock inside of him.
But it became more than that.  It was Scott bonding with Jeff in love.
Scott began to move quicker, the passion overtaking him big time.  He
fucked Jeff faster and harder until suddenly Scott cried out and shivered.

"Oh, Jeff!  I'm coming!" he cried.

He kept going until he stopped.  They lay on the bed for a moment, resting.
Jeff opened his eyes and looked at me.  I could tell right away that he had
been changed.  He held out his hand, and I handed him a condom and the ky.
Once the condom was on, he scooted up behind Scott Both boys lay on their
left side.  Jeff entered Scott from behind.  Jeff hugged Scott as he fucked
him slow.  Jeff continued to do it slow and I wondered how he could stand
that.  I could see his lips move.  He was whispering something into Scott's
ear and I saw tears come out of Scott's eyes.  I knew Jeff came when he
shivered and moaned.  He kept fucking Scott until he stopped once his cock
slipped out of Scott.  Both of them went to sleep after Scott turned over
and kissed Jeff so passionately.  I removed the condom off Jeff and wiped
him off.  I pulled the covers over them and watched them snuggle up closer.
I showered then dressed and left.



	I rode my bike to a bar and sat there for a few hours and downed a
few beers.  I quietly toasted Scott in my mind and said good by to him.
Our relationship was ended and I was happy that he found Jeff.  I shot a
few games of pool and enjoyed the music.  I thought about what my life had
been, when I had been, and where I was headed.  I didn't have any definite
direction planned for when I left.  I leave that to karma.  I was happy for
the boys that they had made love to each other.  They would remember today
for a long time.  I hoped that Jeff's parents would come around and accept
Jeff for who he was.  Jeff struck me as being a really nice kid.  He was
bright, funny, smart, and cute.  Scott was lucky to have met him.  I wished
them well.  I stopped for dinner before heading back to the lodge.  It was
late when I pulled into the parking lot.

"There you are." Scott said, appearing at the front doors.

He locked them behind me and I followed him up to his room.  We got into
bed after undressing each other.  I cuddled him close to me, enjoying the
feel of his naked body against mine.

"How did it go with you and Jeff?" I asked.

"Great!  He's gonna make a great lover.  Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to
help him deal with his parents." Scott said.

"That's going to take a group effort.  You, me, your parents, and Jeff to
help them understand why Jeff is gay, Scott.  At first, they will say that
it's just a phase that he's going through.  Then they will say that you
turned him gay, and so on.  We're going to use everything we can to
convince them that this is the way Jeff is.  It will ultimately come down
to Jeff telling them that he will always be the same Jeff they know and
love." I stated, thinking of my past.

"Let's talk more of that in the morning." Scott said.

"We will, Scott." I sighed.  "Come here, sexy."

I kissed Scott on the mouth and he responded, kissing back.  He settled
down and soon his slow soft breathing told me he was asleep.  I couldn't
sleep.  I thought about my own past and why I had left home at fourteen.
That had not been my choice.  Dad had caught me with naked men magazines
and he whipped the hell outta me good.  I couldn't sit down for three days.
After that, they watched me.  Dad whipped me for jacking off in the shower,
fondling myself in the shower, and going naked in the house.  I learned to
be a lot more careful around the house, especially around my older brother,
Don.  Don would blackmail me into doing everything for him If I refused to
do something for him, he would tell Dad that "I had been doing it" and Dad
would whip me.  I got even with Don one day by hiding a condom in his jeans
on washday.  Dad thrashed him good after Mom found it.  Don never bothered
me again.  The final event that got me thrown out of the house was when Mom
found me naked with another boy in my bedroom.  Dad threw me out the door
with just the clothes I was wearing that night.  I walked from San Diego to
Spartus, Northern California.  Lee found me digging through his trash can
looking for food.  We became friends first, then lovers.  He gave me his
heart and I gave him mine.  We had been happy together until Lee and his
family died in the accident.  Now I live my life on the road.  I could
identify with Jeff's fears.  I sighed.  Why does life have to be so hard?
I don't have the answeres to that question.  Life is hard.  It's just the
way it is.  To survive, you gotta be strong to deal with whatever comes
your way. When I did get to sleep, I had a nightmare of Dad showing up here
and beating me up.  I woke up, heart beating fast.

"Logan!  Are you okay?" Scott asked, concerned.

I had woken him up the same time I did.

"Yeah, I think so." I said, starting to relax.

I told him about my nightmare and everything that my family had done to me.

"That's sad." Scott said, hugging me.

I felt a little better.  I hoped that it wouldn't be bad for Jeff when his
parents found out.  He doesn't need that kind of pain in his life.  After
dressing, we went down to the lobby.  Scott and I heard Jeff's father
yelling when the elevator doors opened.  Scott ran into the office with me
behind him.  Jeff's father started in on Scott when he saw him.  That's
when I blew my cool.  I'm normally a very relaxed person.  I don't let
things bother me.  I just walk away.

"Shut up!" I roared.  "You people are going to listen to me."

Jeff looked miserable.  Scott stood next to him and put his arms around his
friend's shoulders.  Everyone clammed up fast.

"When I was ten, I discovered that I liked looking at other guys.  I came
out to my family, telling them that I was gay when I was thirteen.  My own
father abused me because he didn't understand.  He hated me.  He thought it
was some kind of disease.  My parents dragged me to all kinds of doctors to
be "treated and cured", and they said I was hopeless.  I would be whipped
for exploring myself, for masturbating myself when I thought I was alone.
He said it was a sin.  They tied my hands to the bedposts at night so I
couldn't touch myself.  I couldn't take showers alone.  My older brother
forced me to do anything he wanted and if I didn't, he'd tell my Dad that
I'd been doing something.  I got thrown out of the house a month before my
fourteenth birthday.  I wandered through California until I met a boy named
Lee.  He and his family took me inside their home and into their lives.
Lee taught me what love was.  They taught me what family means.  He taught
me a lot about relationships.  I loved him.  He's gone now, gone to a
better place.  There's nothing wrong with Jeff.  Yes, he's gay, but should
that change anything?  It shouldn't.  There's nothing wrong with these two
boys being in love with each other.  It's because they have chosen to.
Your son, sir, is a hell of a lot smarter than you give him credit for.
He's sensible, smart, responsible, and he understands a lot about sex and
the responsibilities that go with it.  But it's more than just sex.  It's
wanting to be close to someone, to feel wanted and loved.  That's the
important part of being a lover.  Scott is a great kid and I think that the
both of them will be happy together if you give them that chance.  Your son
deserves the chance to find happiness with someone of his choosing.  Don't
deny him that.  I know, it's hard to understand why.  That's why you and
Jeff need to talk to each other.  The more you and him talk about why, the
more you will understand him.  He loves you, but he's afraid of losing
you." I said, then stalked out and rode off on the Harley.

I went to the lake and parked under a tree and watched the sailboats go by.
I sat there for most of the day, thinking.



	I went back into town to get something to eat in the late
afternoon.  I checked the local phone book for a gay book store nearby.  It
was in the next town, and the manager of the burger stand gave me
directions.  I left right away, riding down the highway.  The scenery was
beautiful but I hardly noticed it.  I found the bookstore almost
immediately.  I liked the place.  I spent about an hour in there, looking
at books.  I found books for both families and the boys.  After buying them
and a few for myself, I went and got dinner.  When I left, the sun was just
starting to set.  The sky slowly changed with the different colors of the
setting sun.  The evening was cool and I was feeling a bit better as I
headed back to Beaver Falls.  I wanted to get back quick.  It was about
seven in the evening when I got back.  Tammy was sitting at the counter
when I walked in.

"Hey, darlin', what's up?" I asked.

"Not a lot.  After you blasted them and left, Jeff ran out of here and
Scott went with him.  They're back, they're okay.  His parents and mine
have been talking most of the day.  You'll find them in the gym.  Jeff is
with Scott in his room.  I'm sorry for what happened to you." she said.

I nodded.  "Thanks, Tammy."

I walked out to the pool area.  Denny saw me coming and opened the door for
me.

"Hi, Logan.  I was getting worried." he said.

"I can take care of myself.  Have been for a long time." I said.

I sat down.  I placed the bag of books on the table in front of them.  The
ones for Jeff and Scott were under the counter.

"Here's some books I bought for you people." I said.

"Thanks, Logan." Denny said.  "This is Camille and John Hunter.  Jeff is
their son."

"We're sorry about what happened to you.  We're having a hard time dealing
with this." Camille said, breaking the silence.

"Jeff's having a hard time understanding what's going on in his head,
heart, soul, body, and spirit.  I should know.  I've been there." I stated.

"I don't know what to do.  He's our youngest son.  We have one other and
he's married and has two boys and two girls.  They're afraid that Jeff
might try to....touch them." John said.

"Do you believe that?" I asked.

"No." John sighed.

"I got these books for you folks as well as Scott's folks.  I have books
for the boys, too.  These books talk about being gay and why they are.  It
also deals with the psycological aspect of being gay.  Especially being a
teenager and gay.  That's the hardest time.  You're not sure of yourself at
all, you wonder if you're normal, or you're turning wierd.  You start to
think you're abnormal.  A lot of gay teens can't handle what's going on
inside of them and they commit suicide, thinking it's thier only way out.
Some of them get thrown out of their homes, like I did.  I really don't
hate my parents, but I'm sad that they chose to do that.  If it hadn't been
for Lee and his family, I'd be dead.  I lived with Lee from the time I was
fourteen up to when we were twenty-one, when he died.  I loved him and he
loved me.  I miss him every day of my life." I said.

"I'm sorry to hear that." John said.

"I will find someone else in time.  I'll be happy again." I said.

"I'm sorry for the commotion that I caused this morning.  When Jeff told me
about....being with Scott, I just lost it." John sighed, looking sad.

"Well, in a way you do care about Jeff.  He's your son and you want the
best for him.  You hope that he will succeed in life.  You want him to get
a good education.  You want him to grow up healthy and happy.  So you do
whatever it takes to help him succeed in those goals.  How can anybody
prepare him for the big things like that?  Who is going to sit down with
him and explain to him what being gay is, when adults like you and Denny
don't know why teens can be or are gay?  It's impossible, except for those
who have grown up being gay.  Not many talk to kids for fear of being
labeled molesters.  Hopefully these books can help answer your questions.
I'm gonna go see the boys." I said, leaving the gym .



	I went up to Scott's room and knocked on his door.  Scott answered
and let me in.  Jeff was sitting on the couch with a blanket around him He
had been crying.

"It's gona be okay, Jeff.  I got some books for your folks and Scott's,
too.  Ieven got some for you guys." I said, handing Scott the books.

They sat on the couch together and started reading them.  I opened a beer
and turned on Scott's tv.  I watched a baseball game to the end.  When I
glanced in thier direction, they were asleep.  It was ten thirty, late at
night.  I opened up Scott's bed and carried Jeff there first.  He was
light, not heavy like Scott was.  I undressed the boy, leaving just his
briefs on him.  Scott was next, then I covered them.  I got into my
sleeping bag after stripping down.  I dreamed of Lee and my family that
night.  They found me and we talked.  Then they apologized and asked me to
come home.  I woke right then.  The clock next to Scott's bed said six
thirty.  I went down to the lobby and got some coffee, sat on the porch and
watched the sun come up.  I thought about my dream.  I wouldn't know how to
answer that question, let alone deal with them finding me.  I sipped my
coffee and listened to the birds sing.  My mind drifted and I thought of
some of the places I've been in.  Beaver Falls was the kind of town I
liked.  I entertained the thought of settling down here.  Might be nice.
Then I could see the boys on a regular basis.  Just then, Jeff and Scott
came out on the porch.

"Logan!  We got good news!" Scott said excitedly.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, just a few minutes ago, my folks talked to me.  They said they don't
quite understand why yet, they won't stop me from being with Scott.  I owe
you my thanks, Logan." Jeff grinned.

I followed them in.  Both parents were standing there.

Scott grinned.  "Hey!  This calls for a celebration, to mark the beginning
of a great friendship between both families, and me and Jeff.  I know!
I'll make pancakes for breakfast!"

"Oh, God." I groaned.

"I'll get the fire extingusher from the office." Denny said.

"I'll get the one from the pool room." I said.

"Come on!  My cooking isn't all that bad!" Scott wailed.

We all laughed.  John and Camille looked puzzled.

"You've never had pancakes until you've tried my brother's." Tammy
explained.

Jeff followed Scott into the kitchen.  "What are they talking about?"

"Watch and find out, Jeff.  You ain't seen nothing yet." I laughed my head
off.

"I will." Jeff said.



	They did find out about an hour later.  They weren't all that bad.
It's what Scott added to them that was out of the ordinary.  Scott was a
good cook.  It was the fact that he would add strange things to food
sometimes.

"Those were unusual pancakes, but they were good." John said while sipping
coffee.

"I have to agree." I nodded.

Everyone else agreed while I stretched.  I noticed a van pulling up in
front of the lodge.

"We got company, folks." I said, heading into the lobby.  The Edisons swung
into action, and by the end of the hour, the new guests were settled into
thier rooms.  Even Jeff helped with the luggage.

"Well, that was nice." Scott grinned.  "We're gonna finish the month in the
black real well."

It was mid August, and the lodge was going full swing.  That certainly made
the Edisons happy.  I planned on staying until the end of September.  The
Edisons made me one of the temporary help here, so I wans't too worried
about money.  I was feeling real good about the way things have been going
of late.  My mission was to help the Hunters accept Jeff's being gay and to
help Jeff come to terms with it himself.  So far, Scott and Jeff had been
spending a lot of time together.  I figured they were talking about it at
least.

"Dad, could I go fishing with Scott and Logan Saturday?" Jeff asked his
Dad.

"We'll see." both fathers echoed.

"I'm planning on trying for a twelve pounder." I told Jeff.

"They get that big?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah.  Big enough to take you water skiing." I cracked.

"No way!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Wait and see." I said.

I went into the kitchen and started to clean up breakfast.  I saw Scott
follow Jeff and his parents to the gym.  The more they talked, the better
things would be.  I hoped so.  Jeff was a real nice boy and it seemed to me
that he and Scott were perfect for each other.  I was glad that Scott met
Jeff.  They had a lot in common.  They were in there for almost two hours.
When they came out, both boys were smiling.  That told me that everything
was fine.  They went up to Scott's room.  I didn't see them again until
late afternoon.  I had gone up to the room to get my shorts because I
wanted to go in the pool and I saw them in bed together, sleeping with
their naked bodies touching the other.  I pulled the covers over them and
left.  They came down an hour later and went swimming with me and some of
the guests.  People gradually left the pool area, leaving me alone with the
boys.

"Was it good for you guys?" I asked, curosity getting the best of me.

Scott and Jeff smiled at each other.

"It was heaven." Jeff replied.  "I never thought that being in love would
be that great."

It is, Jeff.  There's no greater satisfaction of pleasing the one you love
and to feel him inside of you and you inside him.  Then it's snuggling up
close afterwards." I sighed, remembering.

"Oh yeah." Scott smiled.

My mind called up memories of me and Lee being together in the afterglow of
our lovemaking.

"Thinking of someone?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah.  Someone who was close to me once, and still is." I said.

Jeff and Scott nodded.  They knew about Lee.  I had told them my life story
in much greater detail than I had yesterday morning.  Watching both of them
interacting, I had the feeling my liasion with Scott was definetly over.  I
felt sad at the thought.  He had been an exciting lover.  I had taught him
well and he had learned the lessons of love well.  I had enjoyed having his
body in my arms and next to me, on me, and inside me.  I had enjoyed being
inside him and giving him pleasure and feeling him pleasure me.  I had
hoped to make love to Scott one more time before I left here.  What I
didn't know was I would get more than one chance and get the added bonus of
Jeff as well.Jeff grinned at me like he knew what I was thinking.  We
splashed around some more, then went to Scott's room.  The two boys went
into the shower after I had mine.  I left the two young lovers alone.  They
needed all the time they could get to develop their growing relationship.
That was important to me.  I felt out of place there.  It wasn't right of
me to hang around all the time with Scott when he was getting a
relationship going with Jeff.  I went down to the lobby and sat the counter
while Jackie and Denny went out.



	It was coming up on ten when Camille, Jackie, John, and Denny
returned.  I heard them laughing as they came in the front door.  I
grinned.  They were getting along real good now and that was good.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

'benn out on the town, Logan." Denny answered.

"Great!  Have a good time?" I asked.

"Sure have.  Where's the boys?" Camille asked.

"In Scott's room." I answered.

"Okay, thanks!" Jackie smiled.

"I'll lock up for you." I offered.

"Appreciate that, Logan.  Thanks." Denny said on the way to the elevator.

They went up and I sat back in the chair and continued to think about Lee,
Scott, Jeff, and other boys that I've met in my past.  I consider myself
lucky to have met Lee when I did.  It was because of him that I was able to
face my nightmares of what happened to me in my home in San Diego.  I don't
have those nightmares anymore.  Hell, I never think of my parents anymore.
The only reason I did recently was due to Jeff's problems.  Loving Lee was
the greatest experience of my life.  God, what he did to me and the
pleasure that I had felt.  He really loved me.  The way he would touch me
was thrilling and exciting for me.  He showed me a whole new world.  A
world that I've tried to show all the boys I've ever had relations with.
Never in my life had I played matchmaker for two boys.  Life is full of
surprises.  You just never know what's gonna happen.  My dreams were full
of Scott that night.  The memory of his warm body next to me was strong.  I
would never forget the love we shared.



	Saturday came.  Scott, Jeff, and I went to the lake for the day.  I
steered the boat to the spot that Scott and I had been in the last time.
Jeff liked it.  We threw our lines in, them Scott handed me a cup of
coffee.  Jeff was the first to get a bite.  Scott gave Jeff advice as Jeff
attempted to bring it in.  It was definetly a twelve pounder.  Around ten
in the morning, we finally stripped down to being natural.  The boat was in
the shade so we wouldn't get sunburned.  Jeff made the first move, reaching
over and taking hold of my cock.

"You're so hard." Jeff whispered.

"So is yours, you sexy stud." I whispered back.

I reached for his and took hold of it.  It was hard!  Jeff smiled at me.
Scott sat on my left side as I took hold of his.  I started to stroke both
boy's cocks at once.  Scott closed his eyes and whined softly.  Jeff
moaned, resting his head on my shoulder.  I felt their bodies twitch in the
throes of passion.  My efforts were rewarded when I saw and felt their
sperm shoot out of their cocks and dribble over my knuckles.  Jeff sighed
as he reached for his t-shirt and wiped my hands off.  He hunkered down by
my cock and started to explore it very intimately with his fingers.

"I've never seen a big man's cock like yours, Logan.  It's beautiful." Jeff
said, playing with it.

The boy took it into his mouth and began to suck on it as Scott and I
kissed.  I could feel his wet warm eager mouth on my manhood.  It felt so
good and I was enjoying it.  Scott got down there and started pleasuring my
balls.  I almost unloaded into Jeff's mouth, the pleasure was great.  Each
boy licked and sucked what he had in his mouth, then changed places a
moment later.  Jeff pleasured my balls while Scott's mouth worked on my
cock.  I moaned as the boys serviced my gear.  Jeff joined Scott in
pleasuring my seven inches.  That was the final straw.  My cock spit and
gushed my semen onto the boy's faces.  Jeff and Scott licked each other's
faces clean.  We relaxed for a few minutes.  They caressed me, making me
fel good.  I turned to Jeff and started to pleasure him.  His body was
sheer delight to touch.  It was a joy to pleasure him and get him aroused.
No boy is the same and Jeff was no exception.  I was touching spots on him
that got him so fired up that wouldn't work to well with Scott.  Jeff's
body was different from Scott's.  Jeff's body was leaner and leff defined.
But his body was smooth and the only hair he had on his body was the curly
blond hair around his cock.  His cock was beautiful to look at.  Scott's
was tanned and straight, seven inches long and a bit thick.  Jeff's cock
was thin and long, just over seven inches.  It was a pale color, right up
to the cap.  The cap was a bit darker color than the shaft.  I sighed as I
stroked it.

"You're just so sexy looking, Jeff." I whispered.

I pulled the boy up to me and kissed his mouth.  Jeff responded by
returning the kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip.  He rested his naked body
against mine and I started to kiss him all over.  I caressed his ass, my
fingers feeling it.  I laid him out on the boat cushion and then spent the
next few minutes fondling him.  Jeff liked it even more when Scott got
involved.

"Oh yes." he sighed, feeling Scott pleasure him.

Scott followed me and did the places that I had.  This would be an
experience that Jeff would remember for the rest of his life. for sure.  He
lay there on his back, eyes closed and barely breathing.  I moved my mouth
down his abdomen and then ran my tongue down both sides of his cock, making
him tense up a little.  He muttered something, then settled down again.  He
moved his legs for me and I was able to get to his balls now.  I licked
them once, then gently sucked on the boy balls.  What great pleasure he
must have been feeling!  I know I was enjoying this!  I wet my lips and
tantalized his cock with licks and little bites, then set to with solid
effort.  Scott helped by licking Jeff's balls.  Jeff groaned and moaned,
thrashing about as I sucked his cock.  It wasn't long before I tasted
Jeff's sperm in my mouth.  The boy relaxed, sighing from the pleasure of
having gotten his release.  I continued to caress Jeff and he slowly became
aroused again.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Yes.  I want you to." I replied.

Scott put a little ky on my rose and then Jeff slipped into me.  He moaned
as he continued to push up into me and I relaxed and settled down to enjoy
the fucking I was getting.  Jeff was eager.  Once he got into me, he
started the fucking right away.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, pushing his cock up into me.  I smiled and
reached up to touch his face.  He smiled, then started to fuck me slow at
first, doing it in long lazy strokes, then slowly moving faster as the
passion built up in him.  I could feel the boy's penis moving inside my
ass.  I love to feel a boy's cock inside of me.  It's a great experience.
Every boy should have a man teach him how to be a good lover like I had
taught Scott to be.  Jeff kept up the fucking, really slamming his his hip
against my ass, really feeling the pleasure.

"Oh!" he cried, stiffening up.

I knew that Jeff was coming into me.  I felt the ripples move through his
cock and into me.  The boy kept fucking me, wanting to cum inside me.  My
rectal muscle squeezed his cock as hard as I could get it to.  Jeff
shivered all the way through his release, and when he finished, collapsed
on top of me.  I held the crying boy in my arms.  I could guess that the
feelings must have been too much for him to handle.  I know that after a
really intense fuck, I cry too.  I can't explain why I do, I just know that
I do.  I think maybe it's because my emotions are so out of control, that
the only way to get them out is to cry.  That's the only explanation I can
come up with.  I gently stroked the boy's back and talked to him, telling
Jeff that it was alright.  Jeff relaxed in my arms and then he closed his
eyes.  Scott was rubbing ky onto his cock and then I knew he wanted his
turn.  I took him into my arms after placing Jeff on the boat cushions that
were on the floor.  Scott kissed me long and passionately as he reached
down between his legs and mine and pushed his cock tip into my moist rose.
I felt Scott's cock move through my rose and then into me.  He sighed with
the satisfaction of having been able to get into me.  I sighed and pulled
his head down to mine and kissed him on the mouth.  I was feeling really
good.  I was happy about being loved by two terriffic boys.

"What's on your mind, Logan?" Scott asked as he started fucking me.

"You and Jeff." I smiled.

Scott grinned and kissed me again.  He settled himself a bit better, then
sighed and closed his eyes.  Scott began to fuck me a bit quicker now,
getting worked up.  He wanted me to feel his cock moving inside of me and I
could.  I sighed, and caressed the soft skin on his chest, even tickling
his erect nipples.  He moaned and started fucking me faster and more
intently.  I heard him whisper my name and I had the feeling he was close
to his release.

"Logan....so close....want....to want to....cum in you....want you to feel
me cum....I'm....oh, I'm coming!" he whined.

Then he jerked against me and I wrapped my arms around him to steady him as
he ejaculated inside of me.  I could hear him moan and gasp as he came.
Afterwards, he lay in my arms.  I rubbed his back, even tickled his sides.
He laughed a little, enjoying that.

"I love you, Logan." Scott said.  "Thanks for teaching me how to love.
Thanks for teaching Jeff how to love."

"You're welcome, Scott." I said, smiling.

I felt real good in that moment, knowing that Scott and Jeff would be happy
all their lives.  That's important.  It's important to be happy with your
lover.  That's part of a great relationship.



	We all slept for about an hour.  Jeff was already awake when I woke
up.  I guess he had sat there and watched me and Scott sleep.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"Sure." Ireplied.  "I didn't know if you wanted me to."

"I do.  Here's the ky." Jeff said.

I rubbed a little ky on his rose, then onto my cock.  I slipped my cock
into and trough his rose.  That felt good.  Jeff was nice and tight and I
worked my penis up his ass slowly taking the time to enjoy the pleasure.  I
sighed once I got completely inside Jeff.

"You're really in there." Jeff said.

"Comfortable?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes.  I really like having you inside me." Jeff answered.

"Good.  I wanted to make sure you're okay." I said.

"I am.  Go for it!" Jeff exclaimed.

I did, starting to fuck the boy.  He was on his hands and knees and I had
gotten in from behind.  I drew my cock out part way, then slowly pushed
back in.  Jeff moaned, the pleasure of having a man's cock inside his ass
making him feel good.  I enjoyed fucking Jeff.  Each boy is different when
it comes to fucking them.  The feeling I get is different with each boy.  I
can't tell you how or why, it just is.  Scott says there's a notable
difference between me and Jeff.  He won't say how, but he says the pleasure
he feels from me and Jeff is different.  I turned my attention back to the
boy's ass, getting very stuffed by my cock.  He squealed with delight as I
pushed my cock back into his ass.  I shivered with etcasy, really enjoying
myself.  I sighed as I continued to screw the very delightful boy butt that
my cock was encased in.  Jeff wiggled his ass, wanting to please me.  He
was, too!  I fucked harder and faster, the urge to come inside the boy
strong in me.  I placed my hands on the sides of his ass, then I gasped as
I felt myself ejaculate in powerful spasms.  I could feel my sperm shoot
out of my cock and into Jeff.  That felt so incredible!  I pumped my cock
in and out of the youngster until I couldn't keep it hard anymore.  I
withdrew my very satisfied cock from Jeff's ass, then lay on the cushions
next to Jeff.  Scott smiled at me, and I knew he had seen it all.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Wonderful." I sighed.

"Good.  You certainly seem to have enjoyed it." Scott said.

"I know I did." Jeff spoke up.

"It was good for me." I said.

"I think that's the best part of fucking, getting to cum." Scott said,
cleaning my cock.

"I think just to have my cock inside my lover is the best part of fucking.
It's the sense of being one together in that moment, then giving that bit
of yourself for the other person to carry inside of them. ." Jeff stated.

Jeff was right.  That was the important thing about intercourse, be it with
guy or girl, to be that close and becoming a part of them in that moment.
I wonder how many other people look at sexual intercourse that way.  What
Jeff said made me really think.  I had learned it from Lee and now learned
it again from Jeff.  It's amazing how another person's perspective can make
you see things in a whole new light.  Even now I still think of what Jeff
said and know that he was right.  He's a real smart kid.



	We got home in the late afternoon.  Scott cooked the fish that we
caught.  Of course we took pictures of the fish we caught on the boat.  We
showed those pictures to the parents.  Other private pictures that had been
taked were concealed in Scott's room.  They were pictures of all of us
being naked and sexual with each other.  There are six pictures that I have
with me and they are very simple poses, the boys being relaxed and enjoying
themselves.  I know I had fun taking those pictures like they did.  I had
hoped to take a few more before I left at the end of September, when school
started.  There were about four families here and only one boy was really
appealing.  I would have given anything to have gotten into his pants.
Missed opportunity.  Oh well.  The boys were growing much closer to each
other and I felt like I was getting in the way.  So I moved out of Scott's
room and into another one.  Sure I saw them all the time, but I tried not
to intrude on them.  I thought of Lee and I had the impression that he
approved of what I had done for Scott and Jeff.  I feel real good about
helping them discover a lot more about what it means to be in love and in a
relationship.  Lee had taught me by example and I loved him for that.  I
was glad that I was able to help Jeff and his parents get comfortable with
the idea of Jeff being gay.  I didn't want Jeff to lose his family like I
did.  I've talked to kids out on the streets who have lost their homes when
their parents kicked them out for being gay.  That's a real tragedy.  I
still haven't really gotten over that pain in my life.  Maybe one day I
will.  Until then, I'm gonna help every kid that I meet.  If it hadn't been
for Lee and his family, I don't know where I would have ended up at.  They
took me in and loved me.  Lee stuck by me that first year that I lived
there.  It was more emotional support than anything else.  The whole family
did what they could to help me.  I love them all.  Still do, and always
will.  Lee was a great teacher.  He taught me what love was, and more.  I
miss him.



	In the next few weeks, I kept myself busy around the lodge, doing a
lot of small repairs that needed done.  There wasn't anything major, just a
lot of small details.  I wanted to keep busy so I wouldn't have to think
about the boys.  Okay, I admit I was jealous, but I couldn't ignore the
fact that Scott was better off with someone his age.  It was a lot safer
that way.  I wish them the best.  They deserve it.

"Beer?" Denny said, breaking into my thoughts when he showed up at the
maintenance shop.

"Sure." I replied, taking the can.

I opened it and took a sip.  Denny sat down into a easy chair.

"What's going on?  Scott is wondering why you're avoiding him and Jeff."
Denny asked.

I sighed.  "Well, it's because he had Jeff for a friend, and I don't want
to get between them."

Denny nodded.  "I can understand that."

"Scott's found his chance to be happy and I don't want to break that up.
He deserves to be happy.  He deserves to be with someone his age.  He
deserves to love Jeff." I said.

"You and Scott can still be friends even though both of you aren't intimate
anymore.  He still loves you, Logan.  He just wants to know that you still
care for him." Denny said.

"I'll talk to him tonight.  In fact, I'll take him out for pizza if you
don't mind." I said.

"Not a problem.  Good luck." Denny said.

"Thanks, Denny." I said.

I sat down in the easy chair and thought of what to say to Scott.  I picked
up the phone and called his room, but he wasn't there.  I left a message on
his answering machine.  He knocked on my door right at seven that evening.

"Hi!" he chirped when he walked in.

"Hey, what's happening!" I grinned.

"Not a lot." Scott replied.

"Let's go." I grabbed my jacket and went out the door.

We found a table in the back of the place so we could talk private.  I got
a beer and Scott had a soda to drink.

"What's going on?" Scott asked.

"Keeping busy.  There's so much to do." I answered.

"Jeff and I are wondering why you don't hang out with us anymore.  Did we
do something wrong?" Scott asked.

"No.  The reason is because you and Jeff are lovers now." I said.  "I don't
want to interfere in your relationship with each other.  I'm glad you met
him, Scott.  He's the kind of guy you've been looking for.  Both of you are
lovers now and I don't want to cause problems between you two if you and I
continued to be intimate with each other.  Jeff would get upset, you guys
would fight and then he would walk away from you.  I couldn't live with
myself if that happened.  That's why.  I love you both.  I love you enough
to when it's time to walk away after you found Jeff.  In a way I love Jeff
too, even though I don't know him as well as I know you.  You deserve to be
happy, Scott.  I'm not going to stand in the way of that." I told him.

"I understand now.  Thanks, Logan.  I'm real touched that you feel that way
and that you still feel things for me.  I'll always love you for what
you've taught me and given to me.  Thanks." Scott said, squeezing my hand
in his.

I felt a lot better.  The rest of the evening was enjoyable.  Scott held
onto me real tight on the ride home.  He came up to my room, standing in my
dorrway.  I looked into his eyes and saw deep desire.  I pulled him into
the room and locked the door.  We stripped each other and I carried him to
bed.



	I woke the next morning to find Scott still sleeping next to me.
Actually, it was more around me than next to me.  Scott had himself wrapped
around me and his naked body felt good on mine.  He had a little smile on
his face.  He looked like an angel.  The loving we did last night had been
heavenly.  I kissed Scott on the cheek and he muttered something in his
sleep.  I lay back, remembering last night.  Scott had been so eager.  I
felt his lips brush across mine as I carried him to bed.  I set him down
and then lay next to him.  We touched and caressed each other.  I felt so
good.  He had explored me so intimately with hands, fingers, lips, mouth,
and tongue.  We moved with each other, against each other, enjoying
pleasure together.  We did everything and when I finally got into Scott, he
was so happy.  I fucked him as slow as I could, wanting both of us to enjoy
the pleasure together.  I know he did, because he fucked me the same way.
I looked down at his naked body and saw how beautiful he was.  He woke at
that moment and saw me looking at him.

"Hi." he said.

I touched his soft cheek.  "Hey, Scott." I said.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Real good, happy.  What about you?" I replied.

Scott smiled and got out of bed.  He went into the bathroom and I heard him
relive himself.  He returned and then sat on my hips, straddling them.  I
could feel his fingers move around my chest, caressing me.  I felt my cock
rise and get hard.  Scott rose up, then he took hold of my cock and held it
while he came down on it.

"Yes," he whispered as he pushed down onto my cock, driving it up into
himself.

"Scott, oh Scott." I groaned, feeling the heat of passion.

He got himself all the way down on my cock, stopping once his ass rested on
my hips.

"Love you, I love you, Logan." Scott whispered.

I caressed his big chest.  "I love you, Scott.  You're a beautiful boy." I
said.

Scott began moving himself up and down on my cock, moaning and groaning.
We were in heat and I wanted him so bad.  I watched the boy rise and fall
on my cock and suddenly I felt myself come inside him.

"Cum....I'm coming....Scott....cum....I'm cum!" I panted.

I felt my sperm squirt out of my cock and into his hot tight ass.  Scott
moved as fast as he could, his muscle squeezing my cock hard.  I collapsed
after I finished ejaculating.  I felt completely wiped.  That felt great!
Scott laid his naked sweaty body on mine and we rested.  I held him in my
arms, feeling joy deep in my soul.  This was paradise to me.  It couldn't
get any better than this.



	We went out to breakfast to the local pancake place.  Both of us
were in high spirits and the day was perfect.  Scott and I ate a hearty
breakfast.  Afterwards, we went to see Jeff's new house.  They had finally
moved into it.  Lucky for Scott, it wasn't too far from the lodge.  He
could go see Jeff anytime he wanted.  The house was nice.  It was the kind
of house that I hoped to settle into someday.  I left and went riding
around the lake.  It was the end of August and there were a lot of boats
out.  That was because there was a boat race going on.  I walked through
the crowd of of people who came to see the race, looking at the young boys.
A majority of them were wearing shorts and no shirts, so I was able to see
some real cute ones.  When I returned to my Harley, there were a few of
them gathered around the bike.  Most of them were good loking, but one just
blew me away.  He was about five foot two, long red hair, hazel colored
eyes, and he had a swimmer's body.

"Yours?" he asked.

"Yes.  Like it?" I replied.

"Yeah, it's cool." the boy answered.

"My name's Logan." I said.

"I'm Corey." he nodded.

"Live here?" I asked.

"Yes, on the north side of town.  I had to take the bus to get here.  I
hope they're still running at three so I can get home." he said, checking
his watch.

"Well, if they aren"t, I'll get you home." I said.

"Thanks.  I appreciate that." he smiled.

I studied his face as he turned to watch the race.  I guessed his age to be
about twelve.  He really was appealing.  I felt a strong desire for him.
The race went most of the morning and I bought him some lunch around
eleven.  He ate the burger and fries and slowly sipped the coke.  I could
tell that he was bored.  He shifeted nervously, like he wanted something.

"Could we get out of here?" he asked.

"Sure.  Got somewhere in mind?" I questioned.

"Yeah, Come on." he answered.

Corey got on the bike after I started it.  We left the lake and I followed
his directions.  Nearly fifteen minutes later, I pulled into a trailer
park.  The place looked like it had been brought here from hell.

"You live here?" I asked.

"Unfortunately." the boy sighed.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"I live here with my Dad.  My Mom died when I was little.  I'm twelve now."
he said, leading me into the place.

I stood in the living room.  The place wasn't much to look at.  I had been
in worse.  He came back into the living room.  He had pulled his hair back
into a pony tail.  I patted his shoulder.

"You're a real nice kid.  Someday good things will happen for you." I said.

"I hope so.  Anything has to be better than here." Corey replied.

"If your desire for a better life is strong enough, it will happen." I
said.

"I hope so." he said.

I sat down on the couch with him.  I put my hand on his neck and rubbed it
a little.

"I like what you're doing.  Move your hand a little more to the
right....yeah, there." he sighed.

I did, keeping up the massage.  Corey closed his eyes and sighed.  He was
enjoying this as much as I was.  Suddenly he reache for my other hand and
placed it on the crotch of his jeans.

"Please." he whispered.

I realized that the boy was starving for love and affection.  If there is
one thing that truly makes me mad, it's the fact that people will bring
kids into this world and not care for them.  Every kid has the right to be
loved and cared for.  Corey was in serious need for love and caring.  Why
sex was the only way for him to get that, I wasn't sure, but I decided to
do something else instead.  I pulled the boy into my arms and hugged him
tight to me.  Corey snuggled up close to me.

"That's what you really need, Corey." I said.  "Sex is nothing and
meaningless unless you truly love the person your'e with."

He sighed and nodded understanding.  I sat there for almost two hours
holding the boy in my arms.  I left around three, promising to come back
and see him.  He didn't want his Dad to find me there.  He said that his
Dad was a small time loser who was always getting busted for getting drunk
in public.  I told him where he could find me if he needed to talk to me.
I got back to the hotel to find Jeff and Scott waiting for me.

"Come on, we're gonna barbeque!" Scott exclaimed.

"Sounds good, what's on the menu?" I asked.

"Steak, hamburgers, and hot dogs, your choice." Jeff answered.

"Steak sounds good." I nodded.

"Something wrong, Logan?" Denny asked when I walked into the barbeque area.

I got a beer and sat down.  "I met a kid today, about twelve, real nice
kid, lives with his Dad in a run down trailer park." I said to everyone.

"I know the place.  Bad place." Denny nodded.

"Told me his Dad is on disability, drinks, steals, and doesn't love him." I
sighed.

"What kind of parent would treat their kid like that?" Camille said, anger
on her face.

"The worst kind." Jackie said.

"You're right.  Especially if the child becomes something they don't like."
I said, remembering my own family.

"That sucks." Jeff stated.

"Tell me about it." I said.  "I should know."

I clammed up and sipped my beer.  My mind slowly drifed off and I
remembered what my childhood had been like up to when I came out.  I could
never understand why parents abuse their kids.  There's no reason for it at
all.  There is no reason for that kind of behaviour, yet there are parents
who do it.  I have heard real horror storie and have rescued a few of these
kids myself.  There are reasons why those parents did it, but they don't
wash with me.  No kid should ever be abused.  None.



	I felt better by the time I went to bed.  I wished that Scott was
with me, but he had gone to Jeff's house for the night.  That was fine with
me.  Scott had his lover now and my relationship with him was over.  I
wondered if Corey was to be my new lover.  Only time would tell on that
one.  For now, I would just be his friend.  I went to sleep.  I saw Scott
and Jeff in my dream.  They told me to help Corey and that he would need it
very soon.  I promised that I would help.  Then I dreamed of making love to
them.  When I woke the next morning, I felt a bit sticky.

"Been awhile since I had a wet dream." I said to myself.

I went down to the lobby after dressing and found Tammy at the counter.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked.

"Not much.  Mom and Dad are out, the three guests are gone, and Scott's not
back yet." she said to me.

"Is that good or bad?" I asked.

"Both." she replied.  "Good, because he's with Jeff.  Bad, because there
are rooms that need to be cleaned."

"Let me have the keys and I'll take care of that for you." I offered,
wanting to do something .

"Okay, here they are." she said.

I got the keys, and went to the rooms.  It took me most of the morning to
get the rooms cleaned, but it got done.  I was working in the last one when
I heard a noise in the hall.  I looked and saw Corey in the doorway.

"Hi!  I didn't hear you come in!" I exclaimed.

"I wanted to see you.  The lady at the counter told me where I could find
you." Corey said.

"Good timing.  I'm almost done here." I grinned.

"Cool." Corey replied.

He sat on the edge of the dresser and watched me finish.  I got done, put
the stuff away, and then led Corey to my room.  "What's on your mind?" I
asked.

"You, and what you did yesterday.  That was the first time anyone's held me
like that.  You made me feel real good." Corey said to me.

I hugged him.  He sighed as I held him close.

"This feels good." he whispered.  "I wish my Dad would do this."

"Everyone needs to be hugged, Corey.  It's what maked the soul and spirit
grow." I said, remembering what Lee's Grandfather had said to me.

"Well, I feel real good that you're doing this for me." he said.

"You're welcome, Corey." I smiled.

Corey stepped away, and went into the bathroom.  I lay on my bed and
thought of Lee and how he had done that for me.  I remembered what a
confusing time it was in my life.  Corey came back and got on the bed with
me.  He lay in my arms and I caressed his face.  I wanted to take things
slow, because this was all so new to Corey.  He stayed with me all day,
until six at night.  He walked home, because he needed to sort out what I
had said to him.  I won't repeat the conversation, because I did most of
the talking and they were words that have been repeated so many times
before.  So now Corey and I were becoming friends.  We even talked about
sex and the only reason he had come on to me like that was because he
wanted to be loved.  I gave him the same lecture I give every boy that I
meet.  He understood and now wants my hugs.  If sex happens for us, great!
If not, that's okay, too.  I wish people would realize that kids need love,
too.



	Scott and Jeff spent the night with me.  We had a fine time as
usual.  I enjoyed getting into them, and they enjoyed getting into me.  I
slept weel into late morning.  My time for leaving was coming soon.  I had
planned on leaving the next day.  That got changed.  There was a knocking
on my door and I went to open it.  The two boys were already gone.  There
was a cop at the door.  I felt a flash of fear go through me.

"Are you Logan?" he asked.

"Yes, sir.  How can I help you?" I asked.

"There is a boy named Corey Maxwell at our station.  His father was
arrested for drug dealing." he told me.

"Oh, shit.  What's gonna happen?" I asked.

"Can you come down?" they asked.

I followed them down on the Harley once I got dressed.  Corey was happy to
see me.  I gave him a hug and that made him feel better.  The cops had gone
through the trailer and found the drugs and guns.  When they ran Corey's
Dad though the computer, they discovered that he was from Washington State.
Some lady from youth services was there and wanted to take Corey to a home.
Corey wanted to stay with me.  While I argued with the lady, some cop came
in with a shoe box full of pictures.  Corey looked at them until he found
one of himself being held by an older couple.  The notation on the back
said "Scott and Grandparents" with a fated date.

"Grandparents, Corey?" one cop asked.

"Could be." Corey said.

"Couldn't be." she snapped.

The cop leaned across the table.  "Well, we're gonna check.  In the
meantime, we're gonna let the judge decide who gets to have Corey."

"We'll see about that!" she snapped.



	It took longer than it should have for the judge to grant me
custody of Corey.  Mrs. Blackstone from the Youth Services ranted and raved
about me being a loner and a biker.  She even had the nerve to accuse me of
being a child molester.

Coery blew his top.  "Hey, woman!  You wouldn't know one if he bit yer
butt."

"You insolent brat!" she screeched.

The judge slammed his hand down on the top of his desk.  "Mrs. Blackstone."
he rumbled.

"Oops." muttered the bailiff.

Mrs. Blackstone immediately turned on the charm, fluttering her eyelashes
at the judge and giving him a very seductive smile.  I felt like throwing
up.

"Knock off that shit." Judge Morgan snapped.

"Double oops," said the bailiff.

"Logan, I knew your foster father.  He was a good man.  I know of you from
what he told me.  Your petition for custody of Corey Maxwell is granted."
Judge Morgan stated.

"You can't!" Mrs. Blackstone hollered.

Judge Morgan stood up.  "I can, I will, and I have.  Problem?"

"Yes!" she hissed.  "That nethanderal will rape and abuse the boy."

"Got proof?"  Morgan demanded.

"No, but...." she faltered.

"I'm real tired of you.  Get out before I jail your ass for contempt."
Judge Morgan snapped.

She slinked out of the courtroom real quick.

Morgan grinned.  "Take good care of Corey, Logan.  Be careful of that
woman.  I don't trust her."

"Thanks, I will.  Good to see you again." I said.

After we left, I took Corey out for pizza.  Some people stared at us, and
then it dawned on me that Corey wasn't too well dressed.

"Got decent clothes at home?" I asked.

"No, and I don't want to go back there." he said.

"I don't blame you.  We'll go shopping and get you some better clothes." I
told him.

Going up to the counter, I asked for soda refills.

"That's no way to dress your son." the manager snapped.

"He's not my son.  His real father was arrested for drug dealing this
morning, and the juvenile court just gave me custody of him.  The first
thing on the adgenda was lunch.  Now it's to a store for clothes for him.
It pisses me off to think that his father didn't care enough to give his
son what he truly deserved, especially love.  He's been neglected and I
certainly can identify with that, having come from a bad home myself." I
said.

"I'm sorry." the man said, softening up.  "That must have been rough."

"It was.  I've got a better life now, and he will too, in time." I stated.

We did go shopping after lunch.  I got him a bunch of shirts, new jeans,
shorts, and briefs as well.  Back at the lodge, I folded up some of the
clothes as he put on a new shirt and shorts.  He looked a whole lot better.

"Hey!  Check you out, man!  You look a whole lot better.!" I exclaimed as
he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Thanks, Logan." Corey smiled.

"You're welcome, Corey.  I really hope the cops find your Grandparents in
Washington State." I said to him.

"I hope so, too." Corey agreed.

The silence got too much.  I wasn't sure what to say, so I sat in a chair
next to the table.  Corey stood by the window for a few minutes.  He stared
at the lake in the distance.  He moved over to the table next to me.  I had
the feeling he wanted something from me.

"Could I....sit on your....lap?" he whispered, embarrased.

I pulled him onto my lap ans wrapped my arms around him.  A moment later,
Corey broke down and started crying.  I held him for a long time, even
after he had stopped crying.  I stood up, holding him in my arms.  I
carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet.  I ran hot water
into the tub, then undressed him.  Corey covered himself in front with his
hands.

"It's okay, Corey.  I've seen lots of them." I said.

"But....it's so small." Corey said shyly.

"So?  Big or small, if you get pleasure form it, and it works like it's
supposed to, then it's perfect." I told him.

He moved his hands and opened his legs.  It was on the small side, about
five and a half inches long, surrounded by curly red hair.  It was slightly
darker than the rest of him.

"Corey, it's just perfect for you.  It will grow bigger in time.  Don't
worry about it." I smiled.

"You think so?" he asked, looking at me.

"I know so." I nodded.

The smile on his face made me feel good.  I tested the water, then shut it
off.  I put him into the tub, and he sighed.  I let him soak there for a
time.  He was half asleep when I peeked in at him.  I pulled off my shirt
and drained the tub down some.  I don't know what possessed me to
completely strip and get in with him, but I did.  I sat behind him and
started to wash his body, starting with his hair.  After that, I proceeded
to wash his body, feeling how skinny he was.  I finally got down to his
cock and started to wash it.  Corey's cock slowly came up.

"Nice....so nice." he whispered.

Corey was uncircumcised.  Both Jeff and Scott had cut cocks, but not Corey.
I had to pull back the skin and wash him there.  It really needed it, too.
I was going to have to teach him the importance of pulling the skin back
and washing it.  The boy sighed as I washed it, and his smooth balls as
well.  I guessed that Corey would be a late bloomer.  I had been.  No big
deal.  Everyone matures in thier own time.  I rinsed all the soap off his
body his body, then ran more water in the tub, even adding bubbles.

"Hey, cool." Corey said, snuggling up to me.

"Thought you'd like it." I said.

"Never done this before, what you're doing." Corey said.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked.

"Yes." Corey said.

I shut the water off, and Corey touched the bubbles, exploring this new
experience.  We sat there for an hour, not saying much.  I got out and
dried myself off.  I went and pulled the blankets and sheets back, then
returned to the bathroom.  He was half asleep again.  I drained the tub
completely, and lifted the boy out.  It wasn't too hard, he was a real
lightweight.  I sat him on my lap and dried him off.  I laid him on the bed
and gave him a real good massage.  Corey fell asleep before I was done.  I
bagged up his old clothes and tossed them into the big trash can in the
hall.  I got into the bed with the youngster and he curled up with me.  He
mumbled something, then went back to sleep.  I stayed awake longer,
listening to his breathing.  I was hoping I had done the right thing for
him.



	When I woke the next morning, Corey wasn't in bed.  I heard a noise
in the bathroom and peeked in there.  Corey was looking at himself in the
mirror, lifting and moving his cock.  He saw me looking at him and got red
in the face.

"Corey, there's nothing wrong with wanting to know what you look like.
It's part of growing up." I said, walking in.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Definetly.  I'll answer any question you might have.  I've been where you
are now.  I was your age once and very confused." I said.

I used the toilet, then got dressed.  Corey came out of the bathroom and
got dressed.  We went down to breakfast.  Mrs. Blackstone was in the lobby.

"I'll be watching you." she hissed.

"I don't care, just as long as you keep your distance." I snapped.

"You think you're so smart." she snarled.

"I am." I smiled.

She flipped me off, then stalked out the front doors.

"What time is it?" Corey asked.

"Nine thirty-five.  Why?" Jeff asked.

Corey wrote something down.  "I want to keep a record of what that woman
says and does to me and Logan.  Maybe I could use it against her in court."

"You can, kid." a voice said.

I turned to see one of the cops from yesterday standing there.

"Hi." I said.

"How's everything?" he asked.

"Real good." Corey replied.

"Cool.  My name's McBride." the black man said.  "We got another search
warrant for the trailer and went through the place again.  This time we
found a bigger box full of pictures and a book full of addresses.  Would
you look at some of these pictures?"

"Sure." Corey said, sitting down.

"We're checking out all of the Washington State addresses, hoping we'll
find your Grandparents." he said to Corey.

"Good luck." Corey said.

I ran back up to my room for my camera.  I took pictures of Corey to send
to the police in Washington.  McBride thought that was an excellent idea.
Corey sat there by himself and continued to look at the pictures.  I didn't
intrude on those private moments.

"Do you think I'll find them?" he asked, tears on his face.

"Yes, and I'll take you there." I said firmly.

"Thanks." he said.

We did go out to breakfast.  That woman followed us there.  There was a man
playing the keyboards in the corner of the restauraunt and he was very
good.  I'll tell you, that had to have been some of the most beautifl music
I'd ever heard.  It put me into a really good mood and it did the same for
Corey.  We sat there for a long time and listened.  It's hard to describe
the music, it was so beautiful.  I like all kinds of music, except for rap.
I can't stand that crap.  Well, that music set the stage for the rest of
the day.  We cruised around the lake on my Harley, went to the zoo, had
hamburgers at the Burger Hut, then took in a movie.  We got home in the
early evening.  That crazy lady followed us everywhere.  She parked and
came inside and tried to bribe Tammy into telling her which room I was in.
That pissed Denny off big time.  He marched her out the front doors,
threatning to call the cops.  She threw a big hissy fit.  Corey followed me
up to the room.

"Think she'll leave us alone?" he asked.

"No.  She'll be back." I said.

We settled down into bed.  Corey elected to keep his red briefs on.  I kept
mine on out of respect for him.  We watched tv until late.  He snuggled up
to me after I shut off the lights and got into bed with him.

"Thanks for today.  I really enjoyed myself." he said.

"You're welcome.  I had a good time myself." I sighed.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep.  Somewhere deep inside of me, I had
the feeling he would find his Grandparents.  I was certain of that.



	The telephone woke us arouns eight the next morning.

"Hello?" I answered it.

"Good morning, Logan.  It's eight in the morning, it's a beautiful day, and
breakfast is on the table." Scott's voice came through the line.

"Thanks, Scott.  Be down in a few." I told him.

Corey and I came down fifteen minutes later.  Scott had outdone himself.
This was the last weekend before school started.  I would have liked a last
fling with Scott and Jeff, but Corey was more important.

McBride showed up.  "Hi, folks."

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, we found four addresses that has Corey's Mother's maiden name on
them, so we're faxing them up there later this morning after we're sure
there aren't anymore." he said, sipping coffee.  "They're in a town called
Washoe.  I already sent the photos up there, all they need is the
addresses."

Corey held up crossed fingers.  McBride did the same, and we all followed
suit.

"Hang in there." Denny encouraged.

"I will." Corey said.

Corey was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day.  I decided to pack
everything but the absolute essentials when the time came.  He sat and
watched me pack.  He couldn't keep still.  He was bouncing off the walls,
he was so nervous.  I kept him active for the rest of the day, swimming in
the pool, playing billiards, throwing darts, whatever I could think of.  He
didn't sleep very well that night.  The next morning, I went down to the
lobby to see Scott and Jeff off on their first day of school.  McBride was
in the lobby and the smile on his face told me what I had hoped to hear.
We looked at Corey when he came out of the elevator.

"Corey, your Grandparents were found this morning." he said.

Corey slowly closed his eyes, then he was crying.  Jackie hugged him first,
then we all did.  When he got to McBride, he hugged the man tight.

"Thank you....thank you." he sobbed.

McBride led him to the couch and picked up the phone.  Moments later, he
handed the phone to Corey and walked over to us.

"He's talking to them now." he said.

"Cool.  I'm glad they were found." I said.

Scott and Jeff walked past me with the saddlebags for the bike.  I walked
out with them and secured the bags on the bike.  I knew why they had gone
up for them.

"Guys, I'm gonna miss you." I said.

"Hey, this isn't goodbye!" Jeff protested.  "This is see you next time!"

"Yeah.  You're the one responsible for bringing us together!" Scott
exclaimed.

"That's not entirely true.  Fate brought you two together.  I sincerely
hope that the both of you are happy together." I said to them.

We went back in and I hugged each one and kissed them.  They returned the
kiss, then left.  Corey held the phone out to me and he had tears running
down his face.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello, is this Logan?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes sir, it is." I replied.

"My name is James Collins.  Corey's Mother was my daughter." he said.

"I am sorry for your loss." I said.

"Thank you.  My wife Henrietta and I are so pleased that you're bringing
Corey up here to us.  Thank you so much for helping our Grandson.  We had
hoped that he was still alive." James said, his voice breaking.

"I'm real glad to have the opportunity to help." I said.

"Good.  Then we'll see you both in a few weeks." he said.

"We'll be there." I had promised.

We would, too. No matter what, I would get Corey there.


	I did get him to his Grandparents farm in plenty of time before the
snow fell.  During the long ride, I taught him about sex, love, and
relationships.  We arrived at the farm in mid October and I stayed the
winter because the Harley's engine had blown.  When I left at the end of
March, a lot had happened for Corey.  He and his Grandparents developed a
very close relationship with each other.  He met a girl by the name of Lisa
McClure.  After a short friendship, she became his girlfriend and they
developed a very close intimate relationship after promising her parents
and his Grandparents that they would use protection.  I knew that he would,
because of our conversations together.  He had finally found what he wanted
and sought after for a long time.  I felt real good about helping him to
find what he wanted.  I know I did the right thing by bringing him here to
his Grandparents.  Life had improved greatly for him here.  It was meant
for him to be here, Lee told me one night in a dream.  You were that key to
making that happen.  I know that Lee is right.  He does belong here.  Corey
would always be happy here.  Now I'm moving on to new places, new
adventures.  I know I'll find them .