Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 22:04:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Terence Audette <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lost and Found 3

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                    Lost and Found 3

The phone was ringing.  I knew this to be true but was
unable to move to answer it because I was really still
asleep but it just wouldn't stop.

Finally I felt Michael sit up and reach over me to the
nightstand.  He picked up the phone and said.  "Callin &
Callin, can I help you?"  Then.  "Oh fuck!  Oh shit, what am
I saying?"  He fumbled around and finally turned on the
light.  "I'm so sorry!  I was asleep.  This isn't Callin &
Callin." Then plaintively.  "Can I help you?"

"Oh hi Rosie.  Jeff is right here.  Well of course he is,
this is his house.   Hang on Rosie."

I was approaching consciousness due mainly to Michael
shaking me and calling my name.

"Jeff!  Jeff!  It's Rosie!  On the phone!  God she must
think I'm a moron!"  Michael handed me the phone and then
fell back against the pillow with his hands over his face.

I sat up, shielding my eyes from the light on the nightstand
and took the phone.

"You ever sleep Rosie?"

"Hardly ever boss.  You fellas sure are smooth, first thing
in the morning."

"I thought I was doing great, although I don't think that
Michael's a morning person."

Michael had rolled over onto his stomach and covered his
head with the pillow.  His voice was muffled.  "Tell her I'm
not usually this dumb!"

"Michael says to tell you that he's not usually this dumb."

Rosie was laughing.  "Boss, when you look like Michael, it
just don't matter.  Actually with his looks he could get
away with bein a whole lot dumber."

I laughed.  "Rosie, I hope you didn't call at 5:30 in the
morning to flirt with my boyfriend."

"Nope boss.  I got a call a couple of hours ago from that
dude that I always talk to in Australia.  Well anyway, he
tells me he's seein big buy orders comin through from the
big houses.  So I wanted to see if it was gonna continue,
you know like when they started trading in Europe and it did
at first and then it stopped but now it's started again and
I'm thinking you might wanna cover you short positions
before this hits New York."

She had my total attention now.  "How big Rosie?"

"Huge Boss, this ain't speculators, this is the big houses.
Futures are up almost twenty points on Globex."

"You got the buy orders ready Rosie?"

"Boss, I just gotta push the button."

"No sense in being greedy, do it Rosie."

"Orders are in Boss.  Want me to call you with the fill
prices?"

"No, I'll be in later.  We can go over it all then.  I'm
thinking of going short Crude, think about and we'll talk
later."

She laughed.  "You think they jiven us about this war?"

I yawned and ran my right hand over Michael's shoulders.
"I'm thinking maybe.  Ask Henry to put together a strategy."
I lifted the covers and peaked at Michael's butt.  He pulled
the covers back around him and mumbled.  "Pervert!"

There was an aggravated tone to Rosie's voice.  "If he ever
gets his lazy butt in here."

"Now, now, Rosie.  Not everyone is an insomniac."  Then
quickly.  "No, no, don't even say it!  You can leave as soon
as New York closes.  Hell, earlier if you want.
Aaaaannnnddd a bonus!"

"Now you're talkin my language Boss!"

"So then it's okay if I go back to playing with my
boyfriend?"

Rosie was laughing.  "Boss honey, you give that boy a big
kiss for me."

"Well, if you insist Rosie, I may just do that very thing."

After hanging up I slid down and pulled Michael to me.  He
rolled over and laid his head on my right shoulder and his
arm over my chest.  "She's gonna tell everybody in your
office that you're married to an idiot."

I laughed.  "She thinks you're cute, real cute actually."  I
kissed his forehead.  "I do too."  Michael moved his right
leg over mine, his upper thigh lightly pressing against my
cock.

Michael whispered into my chest.  "I don't want to go to
work.  I don't ever want to leave this room."

I put my hand on the side of Michael's head and lightly ran
my fingers through his hair.  I kissed him again.  "I feel
like you're safe in my arms, that we're safe together, warm
and safe.  Well, maybe warm, safe and horny."

Michael giggled into my chest and then sighed.  "Is it
fucking snowing out?"

"Can't tell but probably."

An idea began to form but I decided to take it slowly.
"What?  You don't like the snow?  You're supposed to love
it, you live in Wisconsin."

"God Jeff, I hate it when it's like this, cold, dreary."

I rubbed Michael's back.  "Think you could get tomorrow
off?"

"I don't know.  Why?  You know, come to think of it, I've
never asked for a day off."

"It'd be a long weekend.  We could go someplace warm,
someplace we could lie naked in the sun."

Michael lifted his head off of my chest.  "Where?  You know
we'd never get tickets.  This time of year you can't just
call and expect to leave the next day, besides, the drive to
Milwaukee, it's all just so far."

"Well, first things first.  You think there's a chance of
getting the day off, then we could leave tonight when you
get off work?"

Michael was obviously getting into the idea of taking off
for someplace warm.  He sat up and then swung his leg over
so that he was straddling my lap.  "You know, I just might
be able to.  If I can get off I'll have my secretary start
calling around for tickets."

I held my hand up for a second and then lightly touched
Michael's arm.  "No babe, let Rosie take care of it.  You're
right, it'll be hard to get tickets and Rosie wrote the book
on this sorta stuff."  The ice was getting very thin.

Michael's knees were squeezing me in excitement.  "Okay, so
where are we goin?"

"I've got a house in Florida.Naples.  My dad bought the
property back in the sixties and built the house just before
he died.  Janet tried getting it in the divorce but my dad
had set it up in a trust that she couldn't break.  He never
did like her."

"What about your mom?  Won't she be there?"

I laughed.  "Oh god!  Leave Palm Beach?  No fucking way!
Anyway, I'm sure she's convinced that when I'm there it's
just one big gay orgy after another.  She'd never come near
the place."  I smiled up at Michael.  "You're excited."

Michael looked like a little boy.  "You bet I am.  It's just
that this endless winter drags me down and......well the
whole thing about the boy, Scott.  Not exactly designed to
chase away the winter blues."  He smiled down at me and then
laid his head next to mine and stretched his legs out so
that he was lying on top of me.  "I wanna be naked with you.
Someplace where it's warm enough to be naked.  Just you and
me, together, in the sun.  God I hope Rosie can find
tickets!"

I kissed Michael's forehead.  "Count on it.  Rosie never
fails."  Then covering my ass.  "I'll tell her to do
whatever she's gotta do."  I was lying to my boyfriend and
at some point in the next eight hours I was gonna have to
undo it.  I....I just didn't want to freak him out.  He's
sensitive about the difference in our financial situations
and I don't blame him, I would be too if our positions were
reversed.

                         ------------------

I rammed the car through the snow bank that had built up at
the entrance to the private part of the airport, the wheels
spinning uselessly for a second and then catching.  In the
distance it looked like the huge yellow snowplows were just
finishing up the job of clearing the runways, their overhead
lights flashing and casting a strange, pulsing glow across
the piles of snow around the runway.

Michael was yelling.  "I should be fucking mad at you!  I
don't mow fucking lawns for a living!  I'm a fucking
attorney!"  Michael turned his head quickly and glared at
me.  "I can pay my own way!"

"I know!  I know you can."  As we were approaching the
guardhouse I slowed down and glanced at Michael.  "Look!  I
fucked up!"  Then softly.  "I love you.  Don't be mad."

The guard looked hard at my car and then, recognizing me,
waved me through.  I speeded up and swung a bit to the right
and headed to the hangar.

Michael turned slightly in his seat.  "This doesn't have
anything to do with my love for you."  He turned back so
that he was facing forward and spoke softly.  "I love you
too...and that isn't going to change.  But Jeff, you should
have told me.  Maybe I wouldn't have wanted to go but maybe
I would.  The fact is that you didn't want me to make that
decision."

"Baby, I fucked up.  You're right.  You should have had the
chance to say no.  And you're right that I thought you might
say no, so I tried to take that decision away from you."  I
reached for Michael's hand and he didn't pull it away.  His
fingers were warm and dry.  "I'll never do it again!  I
promise that I won't make your decisions for you.  I do
respect you. You know that don't you?"  The plane was
directly in front of us, its lights rotating and flashing
rhythmically, the captain, Jim Walderson standing by the
stairs with a younger man in a parka.  "We don't have to go
now.  Just say the word and we can go back home or drive to
Milwaukee and catch a commercial flight."

Michael looked at me seriously.  "I'm paying for half of
this.  And you're taking the check.  No bullshit!"

I was totally guilty of everything that Michael had accused
me of.  A person can get used to making the decisions....for
everyone.  But I never should have done that with Michael.
He was right, I treated him like I didn't trust him to make
the right decision and now I was terrified that I had
damaged a relationship that was the best thing that had ever
happened to me.

"Does that mean that you forgive me?"  I tried the slightest
of smiles.

Michael gave me a despairing look.  "Of course I forgive
you!  I fucking love you!"  He reached over and took my face
in his hands and spoke softly.  "Love you."  Then even more
softly.  "I didn't fall in love with you for the day, or the
weekend and I didn't do it thoughtlessly, and it isn't going
to change.  The only thing that I ask, is that you respect
me, as much as I respect you."

"I promise Michael.  Really, I promise."  Then a long second
later.  I looked down and then back up at him.  "I need you
to kiss me."

And then his lips were on mine, his arms around my neck, a
little sound coming from the back of his throat.  His breath
was warm and clean tasting as I inhaled it and I could feel
a faint stubble on his face.  As we were breaking the kiss I
could see Walderson over by the plane, staring at his feet.

"Hun, we better get on board.  If that's what you really
want.  But," I nodded towards the plane, "we're keeping the
crew waiting."

Michael smiled.  "Florida!  Let's go!"

I waved at the captain and he immediately sent the younger
man over to help us with our luggage and he then took my car
and pulled it into the hangar.  Michael and I walked towards
the plane.  I held my hand out to the captain.

"Jim, this is my partner Michael Worthington."  Jim
Walderson is probably the calmest, most unflappable, man
that I've ever known, a great quality in a pilot.

Jim and Michael extended their hands simultaneously.  "Nice
to meet you Mr. Worthington."

Michael smiled.  "Just Michael, Jim."  He laughed.  "Too
cold for formality."

Jim started to steer us towards the plane.  "Well fellas, I
can help you with the cold part.  Hop on board and I'll have
you in seventy degree weather in a few hours."  Then
pointing at the doorway.  "Bill is in there.  He'll fix you
boys up with a couple of drinks and a nice dinner.

We climbed into the plane and Bill, the steward, came over
and helped us off with our coats, which he then hung up.
Terry, the co-pilot wave to us from the cockpit as we walked
past it.

Bill had a tendency to fill every empty second with
conversation and while that's a trait that normally
aggravates me with Bill it just seems funny.

Bill said.  "God, when you think about it, this is just like
White Christmas in reverse.  Instead of going north for the
snow we're going south for the sun.  Well, if you guys are
Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye, I quess that means that I must
be either Rosemary Clooney or Vera Ellen."  Bill had just
gotten us seated on either side of a table facing each other
and as he turned to walk towards the front of the plane.
"Great chow tonight Mr. Palmer.  I raided Lufthansa."

The planes engines revved high and then settled down and we
began to roll slowly towards the main runway, the wing tips
of the plane flapping gently.  The phone on the table buzzed
and Jim asked me if we were ready to go.  "The sooner the
better, Jim."

Michael was looking around and slowly shaking his head.  He
looked at me and laughed.

"Holy shit!"  He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then
looked at me again.  "I see that you're not exactly a new
customer."

I reached out and took his hand in mine, not sexually or
even romantically but just a contact.  "It's not really any
different than a sky box at a football stadium.  We deal
with people who handle huge amounts of money, sometimes you
need things like this.  We used to have our own but now we
just use Jim's company.  They've got four of these Falcon
900's and they can take you about anywhere."

"The last couple of years before my dad died he used them a
lot, private planes that is, not this company.  He was so
sick at times that he just couldn't deal with a commercial
flight and also I think that when he was in Florida he felt
he could be however he wanted to be.  He didn't have to put
up a brave front if he didn't feel like it.  Nobody knew him
there."

The phone buzzed again just as we were making the turn onto
the main runway.  It was Bill.  "Mr. Palmer, I figure you
want you usual martini but I was wondering what Mr.
Worthington would like."

I looked up at Michael.  "Martini?"  He nodded yes.

"Make it two, Bill."

"Just as soon as we're airborne Mr. Palmer.  Just another
couple of minutes."

The plane completed its swing and the engines revved up to
what seemed almost impossible power and then we were
hurtling down the runway.  A few seconds later and the nose
came up and we were away.

The relatively few lights of the mostly dormant airport were
quickly disappearing beneath us and then we were climbing
above farmhouses in the countryside with porch lights
casting yellow circles on the snow.  The plane began to
level off around thirty thousand feet and Bill came aft with
a pitcher of Martini's.

"Gentlemen, if you would like to have these drinks back in
the lounge I'll set the table for dinner while you're
relaxing."  We got up and followed Bill back to an area with
a sofa and cocktail table.

I pulled Michael down next to me.  He sprawled on the sofa,
leaning against me, our heads touching.  Bill headed off to
the galley area and I put my arm around Michael's neck and
untied his necktie and then pulled it off.

"You've forgiven me."  It was a statement.

He turned his head slightly and looked into my eyes.  "Of
course."  He smiled and then touched his forehead to mine.
"If I didn't forgive you I wouldn't get to make love to you.
And....if I didn't get to make love to you," he waved his
hand, "what would be the point of.....anything?"  My arm was
stilled draped over Michael's shoulder and I pulled him in
for a kiss.

I snuggled my head next to Michael's.  "Tell me about your
day."

Michael swung his legs up on the sofa and was lying with his
back against me and his head resting on the side of my
chest.  My arm was lying across his chest.  He rubbed his
hand over his eyes.  "Frantic, like always.  We're working
on a big acquisition for a client and there's like a zillion
details to deal with.  Oh, by the way, Caldwell said that he
was sending you a preliminary report on the boy, Scott.  But
don't look for too much just yet.  It's just gonna be
stating what's already known, what we need to find out and
how he's gonna go about it.  Like a plan."

I suddenly remembered again something that had occurred to
me earlier.  "Shit!  Michael I remembered something today
that I never even told the cops.  Remind me to email them
when we get to the house."

He twisted around in my arms and looked at me.  "What?"

"When I was pulling in to that rest area there was an old
van pulling out.  It was quite a ways away from me but I
think it was white or some light color."  I sighed.
"Doesn't add much does it?"

Michael rolled back around.  "No way to know.  If we start
turning up possibles it could mean a lot.  How old you
figure it was?"

"Geez, I'm really bad at guessing the age of cars.  Five,
ten years old.  Hell, it coulda been twenty.  I'm clueless
when it comes to stuff like cars.  But if they went in to
the john they musta seen the kid and maybe even dropped him
there."

Bill suddenly appeared on my left.  He hunkered down next to
us and spoke quietly, almost conspiratorially.  "Fellas, I
put your salads on the table and whenever you feel like
eating them is fine.  We've got plenty of time.  When you
guys start on them I'll start the other stuff."  I knew that
Bill was gay and rumor had it that he and the copilot,
Terry, were an item.  It felt good that he was gay too, like
we had someone with us who understood.

As Bill was walking away Michael twisted in my arms so that
he was lying with his cock pressed against my leg.  God, his
butt looked perfect!  He looked up at me with those hazel
eyes and the softest looking, longest looking eyelashes.  He
wrapped his arms around my waist and said.  "I want you to
fuck me this weekend.  I wanna feel what it's like."  My
cock was instantly hard.

I ran my fingers through Michael's hair.  "I wanna fuck you
bad!  But are you sure you're ready?"

"Only one way to find out."  He reached down and grabbed my
very obvious hardon.  "This from the thought of fucking me?"

"Yep."

Michael just smiled and said.  "Oh my."

I bent my head down and kissed the top of his.  His hair was
touching my face.  "Whatdya say we eat some dinner?"

Michael pushed himself up off of the sofa and then pulled me
up.  He had come right from work and was still wearing a
white dress shirt that we had managed to wrinkle a bit and
dark gray dress pants that were tenting out with his hardon.

We sat down and started eating our salads.  Michael glanced
up at me and then said.  "So, is it gonna hurt?"

I smiled at him.  "The salad?  I don't think so but eat it
slowly."

Michael made a grinning face at me.  "Smart ass!  You know
what I mean.  Just how painful is giving you my virginity
gonna be?"

From the way he said it I had to laugh.  I rested my chin on
my hand and tried to look thoughtful.  "I'm not sure that
technically it's your virginity.  Well...maybe it is.
Anyway," I reached forward and ran the back of my knuckles
over the back of his hand, "if we're careful and take our
time, it doesn't have to be painful and once you get used to
it, it's fucking fantastic."

Michael smiled with a mouthful of salad, then after
swallowing he said.  "How much screaming am I gonna be doing
before the fucking fantastic part?"

I laughed.  "Not much, anyway, the gag stops most of it."

Michael laughed and then his face turned serious.  He
reached out with his index finger and touched my hand.
"I've been thinking about you inside of me.  Sometimes at
work it just kinda pops into my head.  It's almost
like..well...like a need."  He blushed slightly and waved
his hand as if to wave the idea away.  "I sound like an
idiot."

"Michael, in a way it is a need.  At least I think that I
know what you mean.  I don't have a lot more experience than
you but I had been fucked before and while it was okay it
wasn't like it is with you."  I was looking into his eyes
and then looked away.  "With you it's something more....it's
the love I guess.  Anyway, it's way better than before."

We were just finishing our salads and Bill showed up with
chicken breasts that had been roasted with slices of
truffles under the skin, oven roasted potato's and asparagus
with hollandaise sauce.  "Were the salads okay guys?"

We both nodded enthusiastically.  "They were great Bill."

Michael looked at me and slowly shook his head.  "I'm gonna
gain a hundred pounds living with you.  You always eat like
this?"

I tapped the edge of his plate with my fork.  "Eat!  You're
gonna need your strength.  You burn a lot of calories
moaning."

I took a bite of chicken and then stared over at Michael.
"You really do have a gorgeous butt."  I laughed, partly
because it was embarrassing.  "When you put on one of my
suits in the morning and you're walking around tying your
tie and stuff I watch the way that your butt moves in my
pants, the way that the material contours itself to you butt
cheeks."

Michael took a sip of wine and said.  "How come you never
told me you were lusting after my ass?"

"I didn't wanna freak ya out.  I was just thrilled that you
were fucking me.  You're getting pretty good at that you
know."

Michael reached over and interlaced his fingers through
mine.  "I like my work."

Then Michael's face got a bit darker.  Any surprises waiting
for me in Florida, like a twenty thousand square foot
mansion or anything?

I chewed down on one of the tiny roasted potato's.  "Nope!
I'll give you the whole story.  Sometime during the late
fifties or sixties my dad started going to Naples instead of
Palm Beach.  He owned a house in Palm Beach, actually the
one my mom lives in now but for some reason he wanted to
explore Naples.  Anyway, he falls in love with it and buys
something like sixty acres on the gulf but for years he
didn't do anything with it.  Now I know that sixty acres on
the water seems like a big deal now, but back then it
wasn't.  I can remember when I was a little boy and my dad
would mention that land, it was like it wasn't a big deal.
He figured he got it cheap and finally in the early nineties
he built a house on about ten of the acres and sold off the
rest."

Michael gave me a wide eyed look.  "Still, ten acres on the
gulf!  How big is the house?

I felt guilty.  I always feel guilty about what I have,
what's been given to me.  "It's about thirty seven hundred
square feet and....it's pretty nice.  Two years ago I had it
remodeled to kinda bring it up to date."

I touched Michael's arm to get his attention.  "Michael,
it's really important to me that you understand, because
most people don't.  All that I was ever taught from the time
that I was a little kid was the responsibility that I had,
responsibility to employees and responsibility to our
investors.  I know that there are rich kids who just spend
their lives fucking off but I wasn't raised that way.  When
I wake up in the morning the first thing that hits me is the
fear that maybe, somehow, I fucked up, that somehow I did
something that might put in jeopardy the future of our
investors or employees."  I cocked my head and looked at
Michael.  "You're the only truly happy thing that's happened
to me since before my kids decided they hated me."

Michael had been staring at me while I spoke, then he
reached out and pulled my head forward and kissed me, then
slowly released me and sat back down.  He held my eyes for a
moment and then ducked his head.  I could still feel his
lips where they had been pressed to mine.  "I do understand,
or rather I'm beginning to.  I guess at first I didn't
understand."  He smiled at me.  "Some lawyer huh?  I make
English sound like it's not my first language."

I reached across the table and touched the side of Michael's
forehead with the back of my fingers.  "It's okay.  I
understand what you're saying...and thanks."

Michael smiled at me and laid his head on his hand.  "So I
guess this means we won't have to sleep in a tent on the
beach?"

I got up and pulled Michael back over to the sofa and pulled
him down onto my lap.  His left arm was around my neck and
my arms were around his waist.  I could feel the warmth of
his body through his shirt.  He made me feel so good, just
his being there, just his being him.

"No babe, you won't have to sleep in a tent."

Michael turned slightly and laid his head on my shoulder,
his mouth was next to my ear and he whispered softly.  "I
want you in me Jeff.  I wanna feel your cock shooting in me,
for us to be totally together.  I mean, I know we have but
for me this'll be different."

I kissed Michael's neck just under his chin.  "I wonder if
there's anyway we can get em to fly this plane faster?"

Michael slid backward off of my lap onto the sofa.  "Doesn't
matter, I'll still be hard.  I've been hard since we met.
My dick must think that I've started making porn movies."

                    -----------------------------

We came in over the Gulf of Mexico and settled slowly to the
runway of the Naples Municipal Airport, the engines reversed
thrust and soon we were moving to the private part of the
airport.

Bill came up to us with our coats that seemed so
inappropriate now.  "Mr. Palmer, it's been wonderful to see
you again and Mr. Worthington wonderful to meet you for the
first time."

"Been great to see you again too Bill.  You gonna be on the
return flight on Sunday?"

Bill was standing with his hands clasped in front of his
body.  "Yes sir.  We're picking a couple of businessmen up
in about an hour, dropping them in Chicago and then on to
Madison.  But will be here Sunday evening to pick you up.
Oh, and Mr. Walderson had your car brought over like usual.
The keys are under the mat."

After the twenty degree weather that we had just experienced
in Wisconsin, the seventy degree, warm, humid air hit as
shock.  The car that I keep in Florida was sitting about
fifty feet from where the plane stopped.  Michael stepped
off the bottom steps of the stairs and held his arms up in
the air.

"Thank fucking all!"  He spun around twice and then hugged
me hard.  "God Jeff, I fucking love it!"

I couldn't stop smiling.  Seeing Michael this happy, not in
love happy but just joyous, little boy happy, gave me a
tremendous thrill.  I wanted more than anything to shower
him with things he had never experienced, things he had
never owned or ever dreamed existed but of course, I
couldn't, not yet anyway.  I knew that for at least a while
there was no way the Michael would ever tolerate that.

I put my hands on his hips and said, "So this means you
kinda like this?"

He rested his arms on my shoulders.  "Babe, I fucking love
it!"

We loaded our little bit of luggage into my dad's old BMW
and headed for the house.  My house has about three hundred
feet of ocean or rather gulf frontage, almost every room
faces the water.  The master bedroom complex is the southern
most room, followed to the north by a small media room, the
kitchen, dining room and living room.  Then on the east side
of the house is a library/office and various utility rooms
also the stairway that leads to the second floor, which has
another three bedrooms.  My dad loved the house and shortly
before his death had a pool and patio put in just in front
of the living room and dining room.  At some point during my
dad's trips to the area, somebody had gotten bit by a shark
in the gulf and he decided that he wasn't taking any
chances.

I use a service that keeps the house clean and when I'm
coming down or going back home they go in and either stock
up on food and clean the place or pitch the food and clean
the place.  Yes, it's indulgent and yes I feel guilty about
it but I'm working on that.  Actually Rosie has been a big
help in adjusting my attitude towards these things and since
she knows how nutty I get about it, whenever I'm headed down
there she'll usually call and make all the arrangements.

Twenty minutes later we were pulling into the driveway.  I
pulled into the garage and we grabbed our stuff and went
through the hallway that led to the kitchen.  I was flipping
on lights as we went.  A dark house that hasn't been lived
in feels so dead.

I pulled Michael through a dimly lit living room over to the
French doors that led to the patio and pool.  I flipped a
switch and the pool glowed sapphire blue with tropical fish
and turtles done in mosaics of bright yellows and greens,
swimming through mosaic seaweed, around the sides of the
pool.

Michael looked at me.  "Can we go out there?"

"Babe you can do anything you want."

Michael turned to me and laid his chin on my shoulder and
put his arms around my waist.  "I wanna brush my teeth, take
a shower with you and then have sex, also with you."

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Michael hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer
shorts and pulled them down and then off.  I watched as the
elastic waistband was stretched over his gorgeous butt and
then reformed itself against his thighs as he removed the
shorts.  I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his
narrow waist, pulling him back against me.  I kissed the
back of his neck and then the side of his jaw as he twisted
his head.  The energy of life was so intense in him, like a
sleek racehorse with quivering muscles.

He giggled and then reached behind himself and grabbed my
hard cock.  "Ya like me, huh?"

I ran my left hand slowly down the front of his body,
feeling the rise and fall of his chest, and then wrapped my
hand around his cock.  "Yep, I'm thinking that I do."

He turned his head slightly again.   "You do understand that
if you keep slowly jerking me off and poking me in the butt
with your dick that I'm probably gonna shoot?"

I smiled and took Michael's hand.  "In that case we better
get you under running water."  I pulled him into the shower.
There were eight spray heads shooting warm water at us.

"Wow, great shower!"

We came together in a kiss with the warm water hitting us
from all sides, rocking back and forth as we explored each
others tongues.  I sucking on his and then he on mine and
then licking the side of his jaw while he twisted his head
back and groaned from the pleasure of it.

I grabbed the shower gel and a sponge and started doing
Michael's back.  He flexed his shoulders as I rubbed the
lather in, my stiff dick swinging and slapping his butt.  I
reached down and ran a soapy hand between his ass cheeks.

"I'm gonna shove a soapy finger up your butt.  Can you
handle that?"

Michael turned around and poked me with his dick.  "We gotta
do something with these or we're gonna put an eye out."  I
said.

My hand was on Michael hip as he turned.  "You're gonna go
slow, right?"  I moved my hand from his hip to gently cup
his balls.

"Real slow, well, as slow as you need."  I rested my arms on
Michael's shoulders our cocks mashed together.  "The point
of this is pleasure and I would never hurt you."

Michael's eyes flashed.  "Go for it."  Then.  "Do you want
me bent over or anything?"

I turned him toward the wall of the shower, then pulled him
away from it about three feet.  "Okay, just lean forward
with your hands on the wall."  I chuckled.  "Pretend I'm a
cop, it helped me."

I knelt on the floor of the shower with the most beautiful
ass that I've ever seen in front of me.  I reached forward
and soaped Michael's ass thoroughly and then gently began
moving just the tip of my little finger into his ass.

"You okay?"

"Feels great, you can do more."  With my other hand I
reached between Michael's legs and tried to pull his cock
backwards between his leg but there was no way that I could
even pull it down to horizontal.

"I'm gonna use a bigger finger."  I started massaging his
butt hole with my middle finger, moving slowly towards the
center and then finally pushing it gently into him.

When my finger made it in to the second knuckle Michael
said.  "Ohhhh!"

"What oh?  Good oh or bad oh?"

"More like, oh my fucking god, oh.  How far are you in?"

"Second knuckle.  Clamp down on my finger as hard as you
can."

Michael clamped down.  Damn he was tight.  I laughed.  "Damn
you're tight."

"That's good right?"

"Sure is babe.  Now I'm gonna lightly massage your prostate
with my finger."   I moved my finger further into his smooth
butt and then started to lightly rub his prostate.  He
immediately pushed his butt back towards me.

"Oh fuck Jeff!"

I laughed.  "You like that?"

"Do it again Jeff....and try two fingers"

My own cock was practically squirting precum and looking
between Michael's spread legs I could see a long string of
precum running from the head of his dick to the floor of the
shower.  Periodically his dick would pulse and another glob
of it would run down the strand.  I reached forward and let
some accumulate in my hand and then rubbed it around the
head of Michael's cock.  His legs immediately tensed up and
he began to double over.

"Fuck no Jeff!  Man, I am so fucking close to shooting!"  I
let go of his cock at once.

"Okay babe, just relax.  I'm goin in with two."  I pushed in
the first half inch of my middle finger and then joined it
with my index finger.  When they first went in together
Michael made a little noise, more of surprise than pain.

"All right Michael, now I'm just holding my hand steady and
I want you to push back against it.  If it hurts, stop."
After a few minutes I was able to move freely and more or
less painlessly in and out of Michael's butt.

Michael turned his head and looked down at me.  "I want..I
need you in me Jeff.  Now."  I reached over and turned the
shower off and turned the steam on low.

"Okay, come on down on you hands and knees."  Michael got
down on the floor of the shower and before facing the wall
he kissed me and sucked on my tongue.

Michael smiled.  "Okay, I'm ready."  Then.  "Go slow."

As I touched the head of my dick to Michael's asshole the
problem for me was to keep from cumming as soon as I started
to enter him.  I was concentrating on the memory of seeing
my grandmother naked and then before I knew it Michael had
pushed halfway back onto my dick.  I looked down at his
gorgeous butt with my cock sticking halfway into it and
further up his body the broad spread of his shoulders.  His
head was thrown back and he was making an "ennnn, ennnn,
ennnn," sound.  I pulled my cock back a little and then
began the slowest possible fucking motion.  His head was
turned slightly to the side and the hard line of his jaw was
visible with a faint shadow of stubble and his mouth partly
open.

When I pull my cock almost all the way out of Michael's ass
and his muscles clamp down just behind the head of my dick
the sensation is almost overwhelming.

"Oh fuck I love you!"  That just came out, outta nowhere, I
meant it but it was like my conscious mind wasn't saying it,
like it was coming from somewhere deep.  "I'm gonna go a
little faster.  Can you take it?"

"Yeah.  I think anyway.  Try it.  Ahhhh!  Are you all the
way in?"

I had been slowly pushing forward and now my balls were
lying against Michael's.  "Yep, I am now.  You okay?"

"Fuck Jeff, it's...it's fucking unreal.  By the way, I love
you too.  Kiss me."  Michael rose up with my cock buried to
the hilt in him and twisted his head and torso so that we
could complete some sort of kiss, my arms were wrapped
around his chest.

"Michael let's try this on our sides.  Just drop slowly
forward and then turn on your side."
My cock fell out on the way down but once I was positioned
behind Michael on the floor of the shower I lifted his right
leg and crossed my right leg over his left and entered him
again.  In this position it was easier to kiss and also
easier to fuck.

"Oh yeah," Michael said, "this is way easier!  Fuck me
harder Jeff."  Then quickly.  "Not real hard but a little
bit."  He reached back with his right hand and placed it on
my hip.

"Guide me with your hand Michael.  If you want harder pull
and if you want me to slow down just hold me back."  My cock
was moving smoothly in and out of his ass.  Michael was
incredibly tight but it was obvious that he was loving this
big time and had even begun pushing back against me on my
forward stroke.

My left arm was under Michael's head and my right hand was
under his right knee, holding his leg up out of the way as I
fucked him.  I was moving fully into him now, slowly but
strongly.  Michael was gasping quietly and regularly on each
thrust into him.  I knew where he was at.  It's that point
where you're balanced between pain and pleasure, where you
don't really think you can stand much more of it but at the
same time the sheer physical pleasure is almost
overwhelming.

"Oh God, Jeff!  Oh fuck, I don't know!"  His head was
rolling back and forth on my arm.

"You okay babe?  Want me to stop?"

"No!  Not yet anyway."  I let go of his leg and wrapped my
hand around his cock, which after going soft right after I
entered him, was now rock hard and plastered up against his
stomach.  I was at the point where I could cum any time that
I wanted to and I didn't want this fuck to get to the point
where it might turn into a negative thing.

"Feel my hand on your dick?"

"Oh fucking yes!"

I put my mouth right by his ear.  "I'm gonna shoot my cum in
your ass Michael.  A big load of hot creamy white cum just
for you babe."  As soon as I said the words I could feel
Michael's body react, his stomach muscles tightened, his
back began to arch and his leg muscles began to tense.  He
half turned his head to me.

"I'm cumming.   Oh fuck I'm cumming" I was just holding his
dick when he began to spray his semen up over his upper
chest and left shoulder, at the same time I was shooting in
his ass.  I thought for a moment that I was going to pass
out from the steam and the intensity of my orgasm but I laid
back on the floor of the shower my dick still draining
itself into Michael's ass and tried to catch my breath.

I pulled Michael over so that he was half on top of me, his
back to the side of my chest.  I looked at him gasping for
breath and when I reached over and started to spread his cum
over his chest his head just rolled toward me while his
stomach muscles went into spasm.

His eyes were half closed but when I started to smear his
cum around they flashed open and he said," Oh fuck! "then
closed them.

We laid there for a while just listening to our hearts beat
and our lungs catch up.  I could feel my cock begin to drop
out of Michael's butt.  He just said. "Oh!"

I laced my fingers through his.  "So?  Was it what you
thought?"

He didn't answer right away but sat up and then turned over
so that he was lying with his face on my shoulder and his
left leg over my mine.  He kissed the side of my jaw.  He
spoke very softly into the side of my neck.

"I....it was so intense.  I could feel you shoot in me."  He
touched the other side of my face lightly with his
fingertips.  "Why is that so different?  I mean...when you
were fucking me and especially when you came in me.....it
changed things."

I kissed the side of his head.   "Good change or bad
change?"

He answered quickly.  "Good change!  But....it's kinda
weird.....cause I was totally in love with you before the
fuck but I'm even more in love with you now and in kinda a
different way."

I was stroking Michael's wet hair.  "Different how?"

"I'm not really sure....I guess that I have to think about
it but it's a sense of rightness.....maybe a feeling of
belonging."

I was beginning to become aware of just how hard a marble
floor can be.  "Michael, we do have a bed ya know."

We got up at the same time and turned the shower back on.
Michael smiled at me.  "My ass feels......used."  He wrapped
his arms around me.  "I like it."

A few minutes later we were climbing into our bed.  I
started to lie on my left side so that Michael could spoon
me from behind but he stopped me.  "Do that to me.....okay?"
He rolled onto his right side and I molded the front of my
body to the back of his, my soft cock pressed against his
butt.  "Yeah, like that, just like that."  He pulled my left
arm against his chest.