Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 23:22:27 PST
From: Lking 4you <lmtdedition@hotmail.com>
Subject: What A Wonderful World - Part 6

DISCLAIMER:
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The following story is a continuing work of fiction depicting a
consensual sexual relationship between an adult male and a young
male teen.  Any similarities between the characters and someone
in real life is purely coincidental.  If you are under the age of
18, or do not approve of adult/youth relationships, or the subject
matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read any
further.  The author welcomes any comments or constructive criticisms.
Please direct your comments to: lmtdedition@hotmail.com

Authors Note:  I would encourage you to read the first 5 parts before
beginning Part 6, as this is an evolution of their story. Once again my
thanks to those people who have written to me with words of appreciation
and encouragment for your kind remarks. For RT. 

  
                       "What A Wonderful World" - Part 6
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Part 6
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     Rarely does this happen to anyone.  My senses clicked on all at once.
I was wide awake, fully aware of everything around me, more rested from my
sleep than I could ever remember.  For years my body had just dragged itself
out of slumber, almost forcing me to enter a new day.  Now here I was laying
aside Kevin, the glowing amber numbers of my alarm clock blinking a crisp
5:15 AM.  The rosy hue of daybreak just beginning to transform the room from
darkness into soft morning light. I was never more alert in my life.

     I slowly turned my head to the left, my eyes traversing along Kevin's
sleeping face.  If not for the soft warm breath escaping his nostrils to 
difuse across my chest every 8 seconds or so, I would have panicked thinking
he had died in my arms last night, so shallow and contented was his breathing.
His warm body was curled along the full length of me, his left arm resting
gently across my stomach, holding me like a young boy does his teddy bear,
secure in its presence. 

     I began calculating backwards from the need to drop Kevin off at school
at 8:15; past the drive time, the breakfast I was planning, thru the morning
rituals to be performed in preparation for the day and finally arriving at
the present.  Normally I set the alarm for 7:00 AM, allowing for a grumbling
snooze button re-set or two, when I fight off the dread to get up. 'What am I
going to do for an hour and a half' I thought to myself, knowing full well
that 6:45 AM had been the time Kevin had grudgingly agreed to set the alarm
for.  Two things crossed my mind.  If I went back to sleep, enough fuel to
launch the space shuttle couldn't blast me out of bed, and if I laid here any
longer, the overwhelming desire to make love again would unfairly rob Kevin of
his much needed rest.

     Ever so slowly I inched myself away from Kevin, and stood beside the bed
staring at my sleeping lover, intent in my focus to see if I had disturbed him
in any way.  For an instant I fought off the incredible urge to gather him once
again in my own arms and gently kiss him awake, then gathered up my clothes
from the pile on the floor, quietly slipped into the hallway and got dressed.

     The lake had beckoned me, and as I closed the sliding door and crossed the
deck into the crisp morning air, I could still feel Kevin's presence, even though
we were, for the moment, apart.  I sat on the same granite boulder that he
had yesterday. Five generations of Langleys before him had found comfort and
solitude in this spot.  I watched a pair of mallard ducks slowly wigwagging
their pin-tailed rears, as they set out across the two mile long calm waters
in perfect unison together.

     My mind drifted now, here among the tranquility of the early Indiana morning.
Here beside the still waters, my grandfather had always called 'the Loch'.  'It's
pretneer a half mile deep out there I reckon' I recalled him saying to me once
when I was just a child, and had asked him why he called it 'the Loch'. It was
the name his Scottish Grandmother had called the lake. 'Least wise for as long as
he could remember' he had explained.  She had grown up besides the great Loch Ness
and the cold clear waters of this lake had reminded her of home, I had learned.
'What a rich history my immigrant family had here' I thought.  What a love for
home and family!  And now this was no longer just mine. It was ours, Kevins and
mine.  For the next half hour, I relived the special moments of my lifetime here.
But most of all, the special hours with Kevin.  For it was he who had brought
love back to this spot, and I sighed with deep gratitude having been blessed with
him in my life.  

     Suddenly I felt a gentle tugging at my senses.  I slowly raised my head
and turned towards the house, and there was Kevin, leaning silently against a
giant old-growth oak, his arms wrapped around himself. His hands were buried
in the warm recess of his arm pits helping to ward off the chill in the air.
His deep brown eyes met mine, a loving soft smile on his face, as we silently
communicated our love to each other over the ten yards that separated us.

     "I knew I would find you here", he said, as I slipped down from the giant
boulder and wrapped my arms around him, the security of our embrace once again
reuniting us.  

     "How long have you been standing there?" I asked, brushing the brown curls
away from his forehead and kissing his brow tenderly.  "I'm sorry if I woke you
Kevin", I said. 

     "Maybe five minutes minutes is all" he answered, pulling me closer and 
pecking at each of my cheeks.  "I got this really weird feeling that you were
not next to me in bed, and knew without even opening my eyes that you were 
up and away" he continued.  "So I jumped out of bed and looked out the window
and saw you sitting down here and here I am" he laughed tenderly pressing
his lips to mine.  "I sure wish today was a holiday and we could stay home",
he said, as we turned together and faced the lake, his arm around my waist  

     "Me to kiddo", but we are so lucky to have been able to be here together
at all right now" I reminded him.  For the next few minutes we just took in 
the view.  He asked if I had seen the deer again; whether I slept ok with him
so close to me all night.  I shared with him the story of my great great 
grandmothers calling the lake a 'Loch' and we traded soft lovers kisses and
then slowly walked arm in arm back to the warmth of the house.

     "Geesh, it's still only six o'clock" he said, as I exited the guest bath
and entered the kitchen. "What's for breakfast" I teased melodramatically,
scanning the stove and sniffing at the air for some sign of nourishment.

     "Coffee, tea or me?" he replied, turning and jutting his young hips out
and wiggling them directly in my face, then side stepping my attempts to 
swat his rear, all the while giggling and prancing around like a colt.

     "Actually some hot chocolate sounds good to me right now....want some?"
I asked, as I rummaged through the cupboard, and grabbed the Nestle's instant.
"I usually don't have a heavy breakfast" I said.  I try to keep my calories 
down, but I can fix you whatever you want Kevin".

     "Cocoa is great, and I mostly just have cereal and toast myself.  I try
to get all the 'carbo's' at lunch for swim practice later on", he said. "I'd 
like some orange juice too if there is any left" he said, opening the refrig-
erator and doing an inventory, finally extracting the milk and the half full
carton of juice.  

     "Cereal is in the cupboard on your right" I pointed out, "and I'll fix the
toast and we'll be all set", I said. It was a wonderful feeling to be here and
sharing these simple tasks.  Every once in a while, we found ourselves just
smiling knowingly at each other.  Enjoying the moment, inwardly at peace with
what we were sharing.....just being with one another. You want a definition of
secure contentment.  Just seeing the youthful tender smile on Kevin's face.
That would be it. Breakfast finished and the dishes tucked away in the washer,
we headed back upstairs to prepare for the day.

     Now I don't want to give you the impression that the newness had worn off
as far as stripping and getting ready for the shower.  For some reason, we
both were matter-of-fact about shucking our clothes once again. Without even
discussing it, we jointly stepped under the soothing spray and began to wash.
I guess you could describe it as a 'comfort zone', everything at the right place
and appropriate time.  That is how it was.  We both knew we had things to get
done and had to get ready for the day.

     If anyone has grabbed you when you weren't expecting it, then you know
that charge your body sends, as it jerks in a defensive reaction.  Well, that
is just what happened as I stood there with my eyes closed, my hair full of
shampoo and my hands vigrously lathering my scalp. It seems that was the
moment Kevin decided I looked inviting to him.  "Whuuhh...whap...thud", the
sound of my shoulders and head smacking the wall resonated as my startled
body jerked at the moment Kevin's hand closed around my flaccid penis.
For an instant I knew how Joe Frazier must have felt when Muhamad Ali
pummeled his head senseless.  

     "Oh god, I'm sorry...I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry Mason", he gushed as I 
cleared the cobwebs from my head trying to rinse the stinging soap out of
my eyes.  I began laughing as he held his arms around me. You know how a
fighter does in a clinch, my arms trapped against my side preventing the
retaliatory strike. He sensed instantly I was ok, but his reaction was to
still hold to me tightly in continuing attempts to show me he had meant
me no harm.  "You just looked so sexy, and I wanted you" he giggled taking
advantage of the embrace and kissing me tenderly now, while using his hand
gently on the back of my head to be sure it was still shaped as god had
intended it to be.

     Now who was I to argue with logic like that!  A week ago I would have
gone ten rounds and the worst beating of my life from the likes of Ali, just
to stand naked in a shower with with someone like Kevin.  Now here we were
lovers, and the silky smooth arms that held me close had long since stopped
the pain in my head.  From laughter to love, to lust all in one fluid thought.
Our lips parted and our tongues forayed.  My arms slid around his slippery
backside and held him tightly.

     The 'space-time-continuum', that's what the 'trekies' call it.  This 
was our space, our time and the ever growing love between us was calling us
to one another once again.  My hands slid slowly down across his lower
pubescent belly, its slightly distended form illustrative of the three bowls
of cereal and multitude of toast he had just consumed.  I laughed to myself
thinking how he had voraciously devoured the breakfast which now languished
just beneath my hand.  My fingers trickled through his dark brown, water-
drenched pubic hairs, little circular ringlets matted against his youthful
body; tiny twin waterfalls cascading from them on both sides of his glorious
cock, and then down his long swimmers legs.

     I gazed at him lovingly, his eyes closed, the luxuriant long mocha-brown
lashes fluttering with the passion rising within him. Soothing waters splayed
across his face, tiny streams flowed from his delicate, high rounded cheek
bones, aglow with the crimson blush of youth. Dozens of tiny rivers caressed
his skin, gravity pulling them from his earlobes, his lashes, and those
incredibly supple, cherry-hued lips.

     He sighed as my fingers closed around the slender shaft of his swollen
penis, and a muffled moan escaped between our lips as his tongue found mine.
His breath smelled of oranges, and chocolate, and was like the nectar of the
gods to my senses.  His hand found my own pulsating cock, an urgent need
within him evident in the compelling way he was tugging my flesh.  The desire
to envelope each other caused us to lurch forward, pressing our bodies ever
closer now.  Our arms encircled each other, our groins enmeshed, two turgid
cocks dueling in unison in their quest for fulfillment.

     Our mouths opened, lips parted, each seeking the hot fleshy essence of
the others probing tongue.  Our arms slid downward across each others backs,
kneading and pressing.  His skin was so warm, so soft to my caress.  My hands
found the taught rounded globes of his firm ass.  Again and again my hands
rotated over the quivering mounds savoring their rich texture. His hands
began their mirroring circular motions on my cheeks, then pulled us ever
tighter as our groins began rhythmic thrustings seeking orgasmic relief.
The confines of the stall resonated with the passionate moans that now
escaped our throats. The water pounded our bodies, and drove us further
into a realm of euphoria. Faster and faster we ground into each other now.

     No longer were we in control, some mystical primordial force was tearing
the nerves from their roots, shockwaves of tingling ecstasy began shaking 
every fibre in our flesh. Kevin rocked violently, then jerked into a rigid
mass, a tremendous gasp was wrenched from his throat, his head recoiled and
he began to scream.  In an instant I dropped to my knees, as his cock began
to spasm.  The first searing white spear of rich youthful boy-cream hit my
lips, as I struggled desparately to prevent him from collapsing away. The 
second burst shot powerfully to the back of my throat as my mouth closed
around his hot fleshy shaft.  Unbriddled groans accompanied the profuse
urethral ejections of his rich sperm. He doubled over me, clutching what
ever he could hold onto, as the profuse emissions jettisoned into my mouth.
The sweetness of his youthful seed filled my senses.  This chalky white
nurturing flow of Kevin's genetic gifts pushed me to the brink of carnal
ecstasy. 

     Then the tidal wave hit!  Without warning, as I suckled the last of
his ejecta, swallowing all he expelled, the orgasm seized me.  My cock
erupted, bobbing freely up and down as each stream of semen rocketed into
the space between our legs, splattering wildly across Kevins lower thighs.
I clutched his buttocks for support and his cock slid entirely down my
throat. I shuddered continously while my cum spewed forth, draining the
lifeforce from within me in one final burst.  Kevins hands reached under
my armpits and pulled me to my feet.  We just held each other as the 
nerves found stability once again, and we tenderly embraced.  

     "Oh wow!" was all I could utter as our eyes met, a wide grin on his
face.

     "Awesome, huh?" he beamed, then kissed me tenderly and said "I love
you!"  

      "I love you to Kevin" I said, looking deep into his eyes.  "And I 
always will" I assured him, reluctantly separating again.  "We better 
hurry now, or we'll be late" I insisted. There was a unique and simple
oneness to us now, as we routinely finished our morning tasks, and 
I watched kevin pulling his clothes from the duffel bag he had brought.
I think my mind had become a camera, for as he dressed, little snapshots
of him were taken and archived.  Kevin doing this...Kevin doing that..oh
how I loved him so.

     It was 7:45AM  as we piled into Alfie (Kevin's choice) and the grrrrr
of the British engine reverberated around the garage as we exited. The warm
sunshine burst upon our faces as we drove down the lane and headed for 
school.  "What time will you be at the club?" he asked as I hit the onramp
to I-465.

     "I should be there between 5:30 and 6:00 PM, unless something unforseen
comes up", I replied.  "Oh, and I'll call your mom when I get into the 
office, just to let her know you made it to school ok" I said. "I'll tell 
her I will be bringing you home after you practice your swimming too" I 
added.

     "Bringing me to which home?" he grinned devilishly, "I know...I know"
he laughed, answering his own question.  "But at least we can be together
in about ten hours" he said reaching over and twisting my wrist so he 
could calculate the time. 'Hmmmmm...no watch...might be an idea for his
upcoming birthday' I thought.

     "Wish I could kiss you goodbye" he said his fawn brown eyes meeting
mine, as I pulled into the curb in front of 'Converse Academy'.  

     "Me too you" I managed, while gently removing his hand from my thigh.
"We will hold to our agreement though" I reminded, smiling reasuringly
to him. He vaulted out of the Alpha, not bothering to open the door.
Then slung his book bag over one shoulder, grasped his athletic bag and
stepped away from the curb. He was a picture of confidence standing there.
Again my minds eye clicked away, while our own eyes said and did what
we knew we could not do in reality.  "See you soon, kiddo", I said as
I pulled away.  I turned the corner and slowed looking back to where
he had been.  He was still standing there watching me, one hand in the
air in a final farewell as the buildings between us erased our view.

     "You seem particularly cheerful for a Monday morning Mr. Langley"
my secretaray Sarah Jameson said, as I had alternately greeted everyone
entering the offices.  "Must have been a fun filled weekend?" she asked
searching my face for a response.  

     "Indeed it was, thanks" I smiled, taking the pink message slips from her
hand and pausing to review them.  "Williams or Roderick in yet?" I asked.
knowing we had a partners meeting at 9:30.  "I need to make a few calls
I see" sorting through the papers for call back requests.

     "Williams yes, Roderick no, and of course North is still in Europe"
she said, as I thanked her and closed the door to my office and laid my
briefcase on my desk. 'First things first' I thought as I found Maggs number
and made the promised call.  A brief nervousness returned as I realized 
once again that this was my lovers mother I was calling.

     "Tyler's residence, Maggs speaking" I heard the now familiar and 
friendly voice say.

     "Hi Maggs, it's Mason", I answered.  "I just got to the office from
dropping Kevin off at school" I said.  "I promised him I would call you
first thing to let you know he was fine and he made it on time" I went on.

     "Hey that's great Mason", she said cheerfully.  "But I know he didn't
tell you to call", she laughed.  'How does she do that?' I thought to
myself.  "He's pretty independant, or was until now", she teased.  "But
it's wonderful to hear from you and to know you wanted to let me know"
she assured me.  "Listen, Mason....I'd like to talk to you again in the
next few days, if you can find some time? she asked.  For an instant that
anxiety returned, but vanished when she told me that she wanted to plan
something special for Kevin's 16th birthday and would "absolutely not do
anything now without including me".

     "I'd be honored, can I take you to lunch tomorrow or Wednesday"? I asked.

     "Well, you do know about Kevin's swim meet on Thursday" she replied.
I am taking the day off for that, why don't we meet for lunch then and we
can go to the meet together?" she suggested.  "That is if you don't mind
sitting with 'the old lady', she roared.  "Actually that will be a good way
for you to be introduced to the people there", she said.  I knew instantly
that she had once again been ahead of me in her thoughts.  She wanted both
Kevin and I to be around each other in a natural manner, and was more concerned
for us than for herself. She was intent on making everything perfect for her
son....for our Kevin.

     "That's sounds great, would 12:00 noon be ok to pick you up", I asked.

      "Perfect Mason", and bring casual clothes, it can get wet around a 
bunch of dripping boys", she laughed.  "Did you two get along alright last
night?" she asked, with a hesitating afterthought.  I could tell from her
voice that she just wanted some reasurrance that she had done the right thing.

     "Maggs, I can't thank you enough for your love and understanding", I said.
"Yes, we got along just fine" I assured her, a lump forming in my throat.
"And I'll be dropping him off right after swim practice at the club this 
evening" I informed her, doing all that I could to let her know that I
understood last night was a one-time special event.

    "Well, great Mason, I'll see you Thursday at noon then, and Mason.....
I really am glad you found each other", she said softly.  "Thanks again for 
the call".

     As we said our goodbyes, I sat there once again in deep thought.  How
grateful I was for her support.  How lucky Kevin was to have such a wonderful
mother.  I truly hoped that she and Craig would decide to get married.  They
were perfect for each other.

     For the first time in weeks, the day went as planned.  A financial review
during the partners meeting ensured a very large bonus would be coming by the
end of the week for the 2nd quarter.  One of my major litigations was settled
out of court resulting in a handsome return to the firm. Things had never
been better in my life, and I had to keep reminding myself this was all real.
But what made the day most special as the afternoon hours wound down, was the
reality of seeing Kevin again.  I was glad for the busy day, as I missed him
terribly.

     My eyes were on rapid search-scan as I entered the locker room at the 
club.  If Kevin was in there or in the pool, my heart was racing just to see
his face once again.  Only three other people were there.  An old retired
accounting friend, Bob Stewart, who was just finishing dressing, obviously
getting ready to leave; and two young boys of about 13, standing nervously
in a corner, their wet bodies shivering, goose bumps all over their
hairless skin. They both had their fingers intermingled in one clench fist
held tightly to their own chests, their teeth chattering from the cold.
As they stood there shaking, they were stealing furtive glances at Bob and
then towards me.

     I knew instantly what the score was.  They were waiting for him to
leave, and for me to change and exit too. They knew they would be snaking
those tight royal blue speedo's off and getting under the warmth of the
shower, just as soon as we were gone, and didn't want to be embarassed by
being observed by an adult male.  I chuckled to myself, thinking how many
times I had acted that very same way when my father had brought me here
as young lad.  I'd rather die than expose my minature cocklet to the 
eyes of an older man. But I also remembered what an adrenelin rush I 
always got as I stole glances at the mature organs of the men I observed.
More than once, I had to sit rapidly down on the bench and draw my crotch
tightly together, in order to protect my secret.

     I was down to my underwear as Bob said "Goodnight Mason", and walked
out the door.  I could feel the two sets of eyes settling on my body,
as I slid my briefs off, and reached for my suit.  I had no intention of
'putting on a show' as my thoughts were still all on Kevin, yet I knew in
a way that boys of this age had a natural curiosity about the bodies of
other males, so I made no attempt to turn away modestly and hesitated for
a brief moment, knowing that if they were looking they would somehow 
appreciate that.  I slipped my boxer suit on, my peripheral vison making
contact with the approaching boys.

     "Are you Mason Langley?" the seemingly older of the two asked, his
green eyes flashing like deep emeralds as he searched my face for a reply.

     "Yes, I am", I answered.  Knowing at once that they no doubt were 
two young team mates of Kevin's, my trained eye recognizing the Academy
crest embroidered near the left legband on their speedos.

     "Your Kevin's friend then" the platinum blonde boy said, his pubescent
voice cracking as it tried to find a mature platform from which to speak.
"He said you are Awesome.....I mean an awesome swimmer" he gushed, his 
face flushing red, his obvious self realization at what he had just said.
The other boy giggled nervously holding his hands in front of his crotch
in the time worn tradition of all boys afraid to have their privates 
observed so close.  

     "Well, thanks for the compliment, we are supposed to meet here, have
you seen him?" I asked.  

     "He's out in the pool doing laps", the older boy said.  "My names 
Jonn Smith and this is Corey Wells, he gestured with his head to his wide
eyed friend, and extended his hand for me to shake.

     "Hmmm John Smith", I mused....then he cut me off.

     "Not like the Pocahontas thingy, mines Jonn with two Nnnnn's he 
enunciated, clearly use to being subjected to the analogies here.

     "It's nice to meet you guys" I said, exchanging handshakes with
first Jonn and then Corey.

     "Hopefully I will see you both at the meet on Thursday" I said.  "I
better not keep Kevin waiting then, you guys look like you could use a
warm shower" I grinned.  "Thanks for introducing yourselves.  I'll tell
Kevin you found me then", and I turned and left the attractive young boys
to their needs and headed for the pool. 

     No sooner than I had pulled the glass door open and entered the pool
room, than I heard my young lovers voice calling me.

     "Mason, Mason" he yelled excitedly, pulling himself gracefully from
the water and running into my arms.  I was grateful for the few seconds
between the time he yelled and the time he wrapped his body around me to
see that we were alone.  I hugged him quickly and gave him a fast kiss
and separated us long enough to remind him we were still in a public place.
He was radiant....just beeming from ear to ear.  You would have thought
he had just won an olympic gold medal as his animated actions and flashing
brown eyes just oozed with enthusiasm. 

     "I've got it, I've got it" he blurted, his face glowing. 

     "Got what?" I asked, placing my hands on each of his shoulders trying
slow my jumping bean down. 

     "The name, the name" he said, once again starting to bounce, his 
eyes more radiant than ever.

     "What name?" I asked, taking his hand and leading him over to a chaise
lounge and pulling him down beside me.  "What are you talking about?" I
said. I could feel my heart being absorbed now, expectant in learning what
this was all about.

     "The lake, the house.....the NAME for everything he belowed, looking
at me like I was nowhere in tune with the world.  "You remember, last night
when we were driving home and you told me how you had been thinking about
a name for the acreage, and how you wanted it to have meaning for both of
us"? he asked, his eager words just flowing now. I nodded in understanding.
"Well, I was thinking hard all day about that, even old lady Bangert had to
ask me a question twice in English Lit class to get me to pay attention
to her.  The whole damn class was laughing at me Mason, like my mind had
taken a trip to the Himalaya's or something", he groaned, rolling his eyes
back in his head in mock contempt.

     "Between thinking about you and me and the name, I don't think I learned
anything today, but who cares" he grinned.  "So I got here about two hours
ago and was just doing slow laps and thinking about us, feeling the water
all around me and thinking about home and all of your family that had lived
there all those years, and just like that....WHAM!!, it hit me like a ton of 
bricks" he said, while slapping his forehead with his open palm to 
illustrate his point.  I could see he was reliving the entire day and thought
process which only served to heighten my desires for him to get to the end.

     I had never in my life seen anyone so caught up in somthing that so
totally consumed them like this one event was controlling Kevin.  Now the 
suspense was killing me. "The name Kevin, what is it.... what will it be
then?" I asked, my eyes riveted on his glowing face.

     "Loch Haven", he tenderly said, looking deep into my eyes searching for
my first reaction.  'Loch Haven', my mind opened up like the gates of heaven,
total joy and understanding rushing in. He could tell by the smile mixed with
the swelling tears of pride now forming in the corners of my eyes, that this
was the perfect name for our home. I knew immediately what it would mean to me,
but I wanted more than anything for him to tell me what made him choose this
for us.  He sensed he should continue.

     "The 'loch' is what your great great grandmother always called the lake
and your whole family did too" he said.  "And that came to me first as I
was swimming", he went on.  "I just knew it had to be something with that in
it, to honor all of them" he said.  "But I wanted to find something that had
special meaning for us....something that might have a double meaning...that 
no one else but you and I would know" he smiled tenderly, taking my hand and
squeezing it softly.  "A place where we would always be safe, a place that
we could always be together, a safe haven Mason.... LOCH HAVEN!!!

     I wouldn't have cared if we were standing at the pitchers mound at 
Wrigley field, with thousands of fans looking on.  I pulled him to me, 
gathering this gentle loving soul into my arms, feeling the tears streaming
down my face.  His tears flowed freely too, a silent act of unifying love.
Our lips met and we wept joyously, openly, a testament to what this truly
meant to us. "There isn't a more wonderful name in the world, thank you
it's perfect Kevin" I whispered in his ear. "Loch Haven, our home".

     "Yaahhooooo!" he screamed, the sound bouncing from wall to wall as he
ran, jumped and soared through the air, his graceful legs trailing him as
his body knifed into the pool.  He came springing out of the water with 
such force, for a moment he almost appeared to be standing on the top. "Come
on Mason" he shouted, his entreaties pulling me to the soothing waters.

     We celebrated like two young spring bucks, cavorting around the African
plane.  Racing and dunking, splashing and chasing each other for the next
half hour.  I was grateful he had the time before my arrival to practice for
the meet.  This was our time to enjoy each other without a purpose, other 
than to bask in the joy that we shared.  

     "No monkey business", I said as we dropped our suits on the worn wooden
benches in front of our lockers and entered the showers.  Even though we
stood there alone as we had once before, it had to be made clear that there
was a time and a place for us, and it certainly couldn't be here.  His face
pouted for a milisecond, he already knew it was coming. Still in all he 
occasionaly played a game of boyish grab ass, trying to test my patience and
will. 

     "Think you will be ready for Thursday" I asked, as we settled into
'alfie' for the ride to his house.  

     "Gonna kick ass and take names", he laughed as he threw his arms into 
the air, the wind whipping his hair into a tangled mass of curls as we
sped down the street.  His boundless energey was infectious and I found
myself hollering "Damn Straight!"

     "Dear boys, super is in the fridge, Kevin you know the drill. Craig
and I are catching a late movie, but you be in bed by 10:30 Kev, preferably
by yourself <wink>.  The big meet is coming, so get some rest.  I'll see
you in the morning before you go to school.  Make yourself at home Mason,
what's mine is yours now too.   Love,
                                Maggs

     We both stood there side by side, reading her note.  "Kewl, huh?" Kevin
uttered jerking my briefs from behind giving me a giant wedgie, then 
scrambling out of reach and opening the regrigerator.  "Yummy, he said
dropping a Lasagna Caserole which must have weighed 35 pounds on the counter
top.  "Maggs and her carbo's" he laughed digging 'T-Rex' sized portions out
of the center, leaving a gaping sink hole behind.  "I'll just 'nuke' this
while you set the table" he said matter-of-factly, knowing full well I 
would open every cupboard door until I found what we needed. I tried to
nonchalantly extract the hem of my underwear from the crack of my ass, and
we settled down to consume every last bite.

     "Doesn't say anything about not being together in bed up until 10:30"
he grinned lecherously, while he wagged Maggs' note in my face.  "Before
you ask, my homework is all done, 7th period Study hall takes care of that"
he smirked, answering my question before it was asked. "Surely you won't 
leave me to my own devices, he teased feigning a mock jack-off motion in
front of his groin.

     "Boy, you are a bit randy all of a sudden"  I grinned.  "Are you sure
you're the same Kevin I dropped off at school this morning and not his
evil twin brother?" I asked, grabbing the wet dish cloth and snapping
menacingly at his crotch.  Then our eyes met, collected the rising need
that swelled from within.  He silently took my hand and led me into his
room, closed the door, locked it instinctively and pulled me to him. 

     "Make love with me Mason, I need you so much" he said, as he clung
to me now.  We had come so far in so short a time, yet as we removed each
others clothes, gently kissing and caressing one another, the reality of
that the wonderful newness would never escape us.  Each moment was a
rebirth, a renewing of silent vows.....of utter devotion.  But we were
still discovering, still exploring the special hidden erogenous zones that
were scattered throughout our souls.

     There was no need to speak, to communicate our desire.  No words to
invade the quiet solitude.  Only the soothing warmth of each others bodies
as we lay upon the freshly laundered sheets, tenderly teasing each others
flesh.  While the needed release was not close at hand, the expectancy of
it eventually overpowering us was ever present in our minds.  

     It was so peaceful, so quiet here in his arms.  We petted and brushed
our lips across one another, so softly, it seemed as if only fine breath
itself was holding us together.  It was a time when you lost count of the
hundreds of tiny kisses, that found there way across each others face.  He
smelled faintly of ivory soap, his hair soft as spun silk as my fingers
toyed with the curls.  These are the special times, the ones you want to
memorize, saving yesterdays nostalgia for times of hiding...for times of
reflection when you cannot hold your lover in your arms.  This was the time
at days end, when you bring a finality to your toils, and savor the flavor
of your lover, knowing you will sleep securely in each others arms.

     Please dear friends, cuddle with your lover, gather him to yourself.
Show him that the deep ache you feel is because he awakens within you a
passion for life. The peace that passes all understanding from the sheer
joy they bring into your soul. As 'sweet baby James' always says: 'Shower
the people you love with love, show them the way that you feel.' 'Things
will be a whole lot better if you only will'.

     Slowly the yearning meld began, a soft moan growing louder, a caress
stronger, the rhythmic swill of the groin, bringing a salacious response,
each action rising just above the prior one, adding momentum to the love
that slowly builds to lust. There isn't a line that is crossed over when
two lovers make love, the giving is taken and that which is taken returned.

     I moaned deeply as the firm slender shaft of Kevin's youthful cock
slid deeply inside me.  Seconds passed as he lay on top of me, my legs
surounding his tiny waist.  Already a sense of weightlessness reached my
mind as we drifted to new heights, his warm body resting fully on my chest.
He clung to me, the only movement we felt was as he tightened his groin
muscles, making his cock jump in the velvet channel that encased him
within me.  He was manually stimulating me, with short quick throbbing
pulsations.  Each time he contracted, I answered by sqeezing his shaft
tightly by clenching my anal muscles. The sensation was electrifying.

     We passed over the crest, as his body began its coital thrust, naked
desire seizing control as he began to piston into my hole.  His hard
penis became the cathexis that urged us forward, driving us to new heights.
He ground his groin each time he buried his shaft to the hilt.  My brain
ached each time he dragged his cock across my prostate, my own distended
cock, twitching and releasing nocturnal emissions. The desparation set in.
His back was arched, his head thrown back and I sucked hungrily at his
slender throat, the salty flesh driving me out of my sanity.

     Raw hunger to satisfy and be satisfied, released and fulfilled took
hold of us now.  We were caught in the throes of enertia, a force more
powerful than life itself.  Pain and pleasure, sanity and madness gripped
us, as the urgent pounding rose ever higher. Suddenly the quivering 
shudders began.  Like a distant siren, the orgasmic wail began in earnest.
The brisance of explosive expulsions, as he slammed within me one last
time, and his body locked up.  My balls tightened , my cock swelled;
every inch of my skin crawled in a nerve shattering manifestation of the
rapture which overtook me now.  His hands dug into my scalp and he held
on to my hair as his cock jettisoned its payload.  His body lurched time 
and time again as the lactescent creamy boy milk filled my bowels.

     My body left the bed.  It left the room and soared, exploding with
torrents of my sperm, a ceaseless flow of hot ejaculate cascading between
us, the rich emoliant effusing across our stomachs being massaged deeply
into our pores.  We held to each other in silent desparation as the 
intensity subsided. Ever so slowly sanity returned, along with the soothing
peace. We rolled to our sides, his now flaccid penis slowly pulling free.
We kissed and renewed promises of undying devotion and once again
'listened to the warm'.

     His alarm clock read 10:30 PM and I cermoniously sprang from the bed.
He laughed endlessley as I explained that I would not be found breaking
Maggs rules.  He toyed with me now, hiding my underwear, then my socks
as I attempted to dress.  He stood naked next to me as I finally managed
to be 'presentable' again.  I knew he would be this way as I would leave
him.  Knew he would slide still naked into our love bed, and wake in the
morning with the scent of our love making to greet a new day.

     The longing took hold of us both.  He not wanting me to leave, and
I not wanting to go.  We tried at least a half dozen times to find a way
to part, each time returning for a last desparate kiss, and the reassurance
that we would be together again at the club in less than 24 hours.  I could
see in his eyes the pleading desire to go home with me, yet the knowing
realization that one day our time would come.  With a final lingering
gentle kiss I told him I loved him, then slipt quietly into the night.

     The only thing I remember about the drive home, was the moments when
I would bring my hands and fingers to my nostrils and inhale the musk of
his youth that remained.  I vowed to keep that memory close to me, to help
me through the lonely night.

     As 'Alphie' and I turned from the highway, the security light of the
house glowed in the distance.  I stopped the car, brought myself upright
in my seat, and me eyes swept the panoramic view, bathed in the full
Harvest moonlight.  'This IS our LOCH HAVEN' I cried and tears once 
again filled my eyes.

     An overwhelming sense of selfish loneliness overtook me as I entered
the empty house.  This was our haven, and with Kevin absent, it just 
didn't feel the same.  I Hit the CD player and climbed the stairs to my
bed.  'Perhaps I can find solace with our friend' I thought as my head
hit the pillows, the scent of Kevin still lingering there.  As my eyes
closed, visions of his angelic face spread across my mind.  Once again
I turned to my sleep, with the melody flowing, and I said to myself,
'What A Wonderful World'!!

End Part 6

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