Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 18:34:05 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: camping in kentucky, chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen. The Conclusion.

One hour later Lee rumbled into the driveway. I was nervous not knowing how
he'd look. I didn't want to do anything wrong. He walked around the back of
the house onto the deck kind of expressionless. He leaned over to look in
the hot tub just to see if it was still empty. Yes, it's still empty.

He walked in the sliding door while I was on the little kitchen computer
ordering delivery pizza, same as last time with extra wine, sides and
dipping sauces too.

Lee walked up behind me as I was typing-in my credit card info sliding his
hands under my shirt one going for my belly button the other for my
chest. His touch was super soft and electric. I twitched a couple times
from his energy and my anxiety about how he'd be.

I clicked <SEND> on the order, the screen said about 29 minutes `til
delivery. Stepping back from the computer I mumbled that out loud. They
know me at the pizza place, I always get priority delivery after the pizza
is done.

 I turned around and stood up, we hugged. He sort of laid his head against
mine and just stood there holding firmly. We didn't speak, he never cried
or said much of anything really. I got this sadness vibe from his body. We
just stood there, me leaning back into the edge of the counter, him feeling
sad holding on for support. He sniffled a couple of times but that was
it. I was catching this `Lee as a small sad abandoned boy' vibe from his
body.

I think we stood there for almost ten minutes not speaking. Finally he
backed up. I saw tears in his eyes. I laid one hand on his upper
chest. "Need a shower?" I asked.

"I thought you ordered pizza?"

"Oh shit! That's right. Should be here soon." I glanced at the clock, it
was due in like ten minutes. The pizza place was rather close-by. I could
drive there in four minutes. We went to the den holding hands, him
following behind. We turned on the TV to a movie channel but kept the
volume low. We sat close side by side on the sofa holding hands. Time flew
by, in what felt like five minutes I heard a vehicle outside. Well, we
heard a car stereo thumping outside. Then came the knock on the sliding
patio doors. I got to my feet and signed for the delivery, carried the box
to the table in the den and called him to come eat. It was a small
feast. But Lee wasn't overly talkative.  Almost half the pizza was gone
before we both switched to the hot wings, poppers and wine. We both got
stuffed, he seemed more relaxed. I shut off lights in the den and turned
down the can lights in the ceiling. Most of the light came from the TV. It
was dark outside now.

"Your truck locked?" I asked Lee.

"Oh! Uh... No I didn't." He got to his bare feet, walked out the patio
door. In about a minute Lee returned with the cardboard box he set on the
table. I got up to get him a knife, assuming he wanted to open it. Which he
did.

Gently he cut the tape across the top and lifted the four flaps. There were
layers of clear plastic under the top. He grabbed the top one which
contained a copy of the will, clearly labeled as such. Under that were some
legal document folders, some were thick. We saw business cards stapled to
the covers. Next came a thick bag full of photos, just like he guessed it
contained photos of his parents wedding, their younger life, Uncle Dave as
a teenager, his father as a child and baby and his father's parents as well
as his paternal grandparents. There was something like a family tree inside
too. He pulled out a newspaper clipping about the accident that killed his
parents on their motorcycle.

Next came a layer of thick blue plastic, taped shut. Lee carefully slit the
tape, lifted the top, stopped, looked at me, dropped to the chair and
started to cry. I was already sitting looking at photos through the
unopened ziplok bag when he stopped and sat quickly. I thought at first he
sliced his finger or something with the knife, but he didn't.

I looked at Lee, he looked back at me with eyes swamped with tears. I had
no idea what to say. He wasn't like boo-hoo-hoo crying but tears were
running down his cheeks to his shirt and jeans. I got to my feet after
being frozen for a few seconds and grabbed some of the paper towels that
came with the pizza handing him a wad to use. Lee blew his nose and wiped
his eyes and face.

"What is it?" I asked.

With that Lee stood up, his lower chin quivering as he tried to resist
crying but not doing a very good job. I put my hand on his hip as he
reached back into the bag in the box and pulled out a pack of $100 dollar
bills, the wrapper said $2000. "Wow," was all I could manage to say.

But Lee wasn't through.

He lifted the box dumping it on the large wooden table, the bundles fell
out landing all over the table and floor. He shook and shook as more and
more and more fell from the box. Finally the light blue plastic bag dropped
on the pile, he dropped the empty box behind him then landed back on his
butt on the chair with his elbow on the table, his face in his hands, tears
still dripping down his cheeks.

I started stacking up and organizing the bills into stacks of ten bundles
or $20,000 per stack. They don't bundle 100's into as thick a strap as they
do fives or ones. The bills must have been packed in tightly too because
the more they got handled the larger the pile became. The bills smelled
musty and old. Lots of them looked like old 1960's style of $100 dollar
bills. All green.

Lee mostly sat on the chair sniffling, staring at his legs while I stacked
the cash into piles. Soon I had to get a pad of paper and calculator. One
hour later I had the mess cleaned up, off the floor and into piles that
covered my table. By my count he had a stash of about $490,000. All in
secret un-reported cash. I counted 245 bundles of $2000 each.

I poured Lee about two more glasses of wine and got him to drink both,
chased by two shots of Jack, then turned off the lights and pulled him by
hand to bed. He walked like a zombie the whole way.

Next to my bed in the darkened room I slowly removed all his clothes, he
stunk a little after his long ride to Lexington and back but I took him to
bed, set my alarm, and got in behind him.

While we were spooning I slowly rubbed his arm, sometimes his chest,
shoulder and hair, but not for very long before we were both asleep.

----

My alarm clock went off early. I went to the kitchen and called-off sick
for today, Tuesday. Lee came to the kitchen soon after I called the
factory. He wasn't due back to work until Wednesday. Today, he looked in
much better spirits.

"What should I do with all this cash?"

"Well, you cannot put it in the bank because the IRS will take quite an
interest and probably confiscate it as suspected drug money. So it's gotta
never see the light of day."

"Yeah, I can see that. So what should I do with it?"

"Well we know how much room it takes up, so why not get a safe from Office
Depot or something and at least keep it invisible. You can probably use it
in small amounts and never attract any attention."

"Should I quit work?"

"No. You're not that rich. One trip to the hospital could kill this stash,
that's why it needs to be a closely guarded secret, just you and me."

"I guess I can afford to finish the cabin myself now."

"Yep you could do that, just don't make it look too conspicuous or the
wrong people might start asking questions."

"Yeah." He said then took in a deep breath and let it out.

"What about the property itself, what happens to it? Did the lawyer say
anything?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's mine now. That's what those folders are, the transfer of the
land, his insurance annuities and railroad stock too."

"What are they worth?"

Lee looked puzzled briefly, then pulled a business card from his pocket he
got in Lexington. On one side was the name of an investment banker, the
other side, he glanced at and handed it to me.

I turned it sideways and tried to figure it out but it appeared not
including the land but just investments in the railroad since about 1948
and his insurance Lee would get a monthly allowance from all that around
$7000 a month if he left it as-is now, which is what David Charters lived
off. Mostly he took the cash, saved it in bundles at home somewhere.  I
handed the card back to him.

"Well maybe you can quit your job." I offered.

"I really like what I do and the guys I work with." He said without
expression on his face.

"Why don't you look into buying one of those little convenience stores on
Pleasant Ridge Road to make some cash and something to do during the
day. Just stay down there. Let's be honest, your heart's in those hills,
not in boring Dayton."

Lee walked up to me taking my hands then hugging me again. We slowly rocked
slightly side to side like we're slow dancing in the kitchen.

----

That morning we went to town and bought a safe for his secret cash
stash. Lee made some calls to people he knew in Claryville, one was to a
realtor. We put the safe in my bedroom closet then cleaned up the mess from
last night's dinner before we left. About 12:30 we drove back down to LV.

We sat on the log sofa and made drawings of how to build-out the rest of
the cabin. In town he called a buddy of his, the guy we rented the backhoe
from. About one hour later we met in the parking spot near LV and hiked
down to the cabin. This guy was impressed with our handmade shack. We
discussed plans. Within one hour they shook hands and parted. Then we drove
home after eating an early dinner at an Italian place in Claryville. I went
to work the next day with lots of non-work stuff on my mind.

----

Three weeks later the three additions to the cabin were completed. This
gave us three 8x8 rooms, an 8x8 courtyard in the center, indoor plumbing,
and a 15'x15' array of solar panels with battery storage, a tiny clothes
washer and clothes lines, and a forty foot tower with cellular antennas and
a nice CB antenna on top. They built a square deck in the empty space in
the center of the four cabin modules we have now. But we have to go outside
to go from one room to the other. One room is our bedroom with my old full
size mattress and bed frame. Another is the room we built for Lee to do
stuff relating to the store, he got a new computer and a small desk to do
books. Our old original section is the living room with a small sofa and a
small TV and radio. The second unit has the bathroom and kitchen in one
area, which is odd but it works for us until somebody takes a really nasty
poop, if we think it'll stink bad we can still use the outhouse.

Two days after he signed for the deed transfer for the store he called
Atlas Custom Tire and told them he quit but offered no explanation only
thanks for reliable employment. Kline's Bait Shop is about three blocks up
the hill from his uncle's place. It's a 1500 square foot store with
coolers, gas pumps, propane tanks, and beer license. It was basically like
a 7-11 that sold bait and fishing supplies too.

----

In September I got a job working at Lewis Chemical in Claryville as a
chemist. It's a smaller family owned company with 30 employees that makes
quick home mouth swab tests for alcohol, herpes, HIV, pregnancy, and two of
the latest West African hemorrhagic diseases. The owner has about fifty
patents and only works two days a week. He drives a custom Bentley
convertible to work and lives in an enormous home way up in the hills on a
road with no name.

Lee moved out of the mobile home park two weeks after he bought the bait
store, my place went up for sale three weeks ago, we close tomorrow at a
title company in Cincinnati. Lee bought a used Yamaha ATV he uses to ride
to work and home if the weather's okay, he had a trailer hitch welded on
too. We got a used garden trailer to haul stuff from the truck to the
cabin. I sold my car and bought a used Subaru 4x4 car with lift kit and all
terrain tires.

We started living full time in the cabin in the woods about three weeks
ago. We have plans to add a mesh net roof over the center courtyard deck.

Lee bought a headstone for his uncle that sits over the spot where his
ashes got dumped along with his house's ashes. He's enrolled in classes
online since our internet service now by LTE is reliable mostly all the
time since Verizon put in a new tower only five miles from us. His goal is
a business management bachelor's degree within three years online from UK
Lexington.

----

In 2018 we bought a closed convenience store in town on the south-west side
and remodeled it into a delivery pizza place. Our plan was using the latest
kitchen technology to make the best pizza and sandwiches with delivery
service, but very little dine-in space. The gas pumps were removed along
with the vending machines too. We named it Dave's Gourmet Pizza
Delivery. He makes a point of hiring local teens who have it rough at
home. All of them seem to need parenting when they first start working
there. Lee mostly stays at the bait and tackle place. We turned a profit
after one month of operation. We even got our own android ordering app.

I continued to work at the chemical company in town. Lee still runs the
little store. He hired a cousin to run the pizza place, she seems to know
how to do it because it's making a ton of money. My focus at work has been
something cheap to take the place of the injected protein test for TB
exposure. My goal was a tiny strip with a little window that changed color
from grey to yellow in the presence of TB antibodies. It would cut the
testing cost from dollars and days to pennies and minutes. This could be
worth a ton of money.

----

In November we flew to Cleveland to get married, stayed the night and flew
home the next day, drove back from the airport in Cincinnati.

----

That night we were sitting on the sofa listening to the radio in the front
room, the original part of the cabin. I had my laptop running on my lap
with a mouse on the cushion between us.

"What's that you've been seriously working on for like the last month now?"
Lee asked leaning into my side laying his arm around behind me, resting his
chin on my shoulder.

"I had an idea for a house, larger than this but much more secure, cheaper
to heat than this old drafty cabin with the cold floors and less of an
impact on nature in the valley after it's done."

"Lemme see." He said leaning over more.

I turned the computer so he could see better and zoomed out to see the
floor plan all on the screen at once. "How's that different from what we
left in Ohio?"

"This is an underground house. The roof'd be a concrete slab. The floor,
outer walls, and some of the inside walls, all concrete."

"Underground? How you gonna build an underground house in a place with no
cement truck access?"

"Well, that's the problem. But it only has to be solved one time. They got
these concrete pumping trucks with loooong extendable tubes, this place is
downhill mostly all the way, right?"

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking but how you gonna get a pumper to the
parking spot without sinking in the dirt road?"

"That's easy, the pumper doesn't carry any cement, but the delivery trucks
will. They can bring smaller loads and only deliver during the dry summer
months when the dirt road is hard packed. When was the last time anyone got
stuck on that?"

"Like five years ago during the spring."

"Like I said, the concrete isn't the problem. We'd have to remove a bunch
uh trees, hire a backhoe guy, we know they can get back here like we did
once. We hire the foundation contractor, a plumber, painter, well driller,
and electrician. The septic system we built would have to get buried, and
the well would have to get pulled and moved too, we could hire that
done. And we'd have to rent something to live-in during construction. I bet
we could get the whole thing done in less than eight weeks."

"Cost?" Lee asked still looking at the computer floor plan.

"My estimates if we keep it simple and just the essentials, a two bedroom,
kitchen living room combo, one bathroom, utility room with extra shower and
toilet, and one extra room, three sky lights, and two access stairs one
traditional, one spiral, we could get it done, un-painted, no kitchen,
simple bathroom, un-finished for about $78,000."

"What about property taxes and permits?"

"It's super-efficient, plus we're off the grid. In Kentucky it meets the
requirements for an experimental eco-home, non-taxable until the year
2200. I read the laws at the library."

"Can we afford it?"

"Hon, we've like never touched your cash stash, your allowance alone is
enough to pay a mortgage and we make enough from the two stores to save-up
and pay in advance in just five months if nothing major goes wrong." I
replied with a smile, reaching over to squeeze his thigh.

"You think we could start this year?"

"Yeah, I think we should. You see anything wrong with these plans?"

"What would stick out above ground?"

"Two doorways, like two little sheds, the rest would be grassed over. The
sandbox goes and the old stone cook stove too. Everything we built, goes."

----

We both worked on the To-Do list calling contractors, getting prices on
stuff, finding cheaper ways to get things done. The basement contractor
suggested a few changes, and added drainage around the house, something I
completely forgot about. The well driller guy said he could place a two
inch well by hand but it would take five days instead of two days. We could
keep our old pitcher pump.

We hired a lawyer to work with the county about the permits and to clarify
the tax status that our plans met the requirements, which it did.

----

Late spring we started building, which meant we would be living like
hermits for about eight weeks. We also decided to mostly live in the back
room of the bait store, which had a simple bathroom with shower,
refrigerator, and sofa bed.

Our old cabin and shower was dismantled into a pile of neatly stacked
lumber. We made arrangements to be able to precisely replace the firing
position for the shooting range after construction was done.

One week later the guy with the backhoe arrived to collapse and bury the
old septic tank and outhouse, our stone and mortar kitchen stove and the
outdoor shower. Next he started excavating the big foundation hole. After
he was done with that we paid him to pull tree stumps from the area of
trees we cut down to enlarge the parking area to allow for the concrete
pumper truck.

The general contractor came in with the concrete supplier and the company
that owned the pumper truck to take measurements, yes it was possible. With
the extra expense of having smaller loads delivered but more of them it
raised the cost by about $3000 but it was still do-able.

The concrete pumper guy said it was just like pouring a large slab for a
building like a shopping mall where the truck couldn't get close-in. They
would use the trees and temporary posts set in the ground to support the
pumping tube. He said they do this sort of job all the time. Plus, being
downhill most of the way made it even easier.

Within two weeks the hole was done and the footer poured. Three days later
the floor was poured while a different crew set the foundation wall forms
with the plumbing and electrical pipes inside. A week after that they
returned to pour the walls, which took the longest. Three days later the
wall forms were removed.

The backhoe guy returned to dig the septic tank holes and the trenches for
the pipes and drainage field but the tank had to be made on-site like ours
was originally. This time the whole system was to county health department
codes.

While all this was going on the well driller set-up a make-shift rig like
they would have drilled for oil in Texas in the late 1800's. He sunk a new
two inch well to about 110 feet and capped it off, ready to use. He said it
was naturally pressured, we should never remove the well cap because a huge
stream of water would gush out. In other words, our pitcher hand pump
couldn't ever be used on this well, it would gush out a flood of water 24
hours a day.

A painter guy sealed the walls inside with a primer while the drainage
contractor ran three inch flex tubing in several layers all around our
poured walls after sealing the outside with this black tar crap. While this
was going on the contractor was building a temporary roof-like structure on
top of the walls while the stairs were also being built. This temporary
roof was only the support for pouring our concrete roof. The well was
connected to the plumbing and the solar system connected to the new wiring.

The final pour was the slightly bowed roof. It sat to cure for a week when
they arrived to remove the roof supports inside to support the poured
concrete roof, five inches thick with reinforcing rod, just like the rest
of the structure. The outside dimensions were 24 feet by 60 feet.

Next week the final sealing primer was done, the well driller had the
plumbing working, the entrance sheds were complete, and for the first time
we had two outside doors with locks! Really all that needed to be done was
paint, furniture, heating (because the inside would stay around 60 degrees
all year long) and appliances, the comforts of home.

That afternoon we started carrying-in some of our belongings from the back
room of the store and my storage rental garage. It took a long time for the
solar hot water heater to come up to temperature. We used my old kerosene
camping heater which warmed it up to 79 on its lowest setting.

What we had to live on that day was a hot plate, a battery powered radio,
our full size foam mattress and several sleeping bags.

The county and state inspectors made their final checks today. They looked
at the primer white walls, bare concrete floor and laughed at the work we
still had in our future. They both signed off, mostly because they knew the
contractors and approved of our plans, plus they average three of these
type of homes a year in the state. They're all about the same. Ours was
small at 1400 square feet. Ours was the first to be totally off the
grid. Ours was also the first gay owned underground eco home in the state
of Kentucky.

That evening we hiked, our first time to the road on foot, following the
path we drove for our first backhoe adventure almost two years ago now. We
had a silent service for David Charters by his grave, Lee said he'd be
happy with how things turned out. We walked back along the creek to home,
past the spot where we used to bucket shower in the 45 degree water, across
the field, up the hill then down into the valley. We stopped to remember
the first load of blocks to build the septic system and our first ever 3g
wireless signal to check our emails. We stood on the front of what used to
be the sand box where our tents once stood remembering the first time we
slept together, Lee carrying all his stuff into my tent.

Now standing on that spot, which is mostly sparse grass and areas of dirt
since grass is hard to grow in the woods, we stare at the clearing where
our house is buried, there is one vent stack like from a barbeque smoker,
two small sheds with wood doors and screen doors, sheds that sit over the
tops of our two stairways. Over to the side is a small steel pipe, the top
of our water well, sticks out of the ground maybe a foot with a cap on
top. Way off in the background to the north is the large steered array of
solar panels that follows the sun part of the day then moves back to the
east to await its return the next morning. It moves like an old satellite
dish. And our radio tower, 40 feet tall galvanized steel with a long LTE
directional antenna, a CB antenna on top with one TV antenna aimed to the
north towards Cincinnati just below the CB antenna.

We walked across the hard packed earth towards the smaller entrance which
goes to the steel spiral stairway, which still scares me. If you slip on
this thing it's like a guaranteed serious laceration needing stitches. It's
all bolted and welded steel, flat black and narrow too. We could never use
it after drinking wine. We decided to go to the furniture store tomorrow
after work.

For now we were still using my camping cooking gear outside until we got
stuff we could use in the kitchen we hadn't built yet. There was one base
cabinet section in our empty kitchen room so the plumbers could run the
water and sewer lines, otherwise it was an empty primer white room with a
single light bulb in a simple fixture in the ceiling. Mounting cabinets to
the concrete walls would not be fun.

Before going inside Lee pulled the anti-roll pegs off the closest log sofa,
together we rolled it onto the soil over our roof, halfway between the
entrance sheds and replaced the stabilizer pegs. Now, it officially looked
like home!

We were able now to use a proper toilet that flushed like normal and a
shower with hot running water. We had a nineteen gallon water heater but
the low amperage heating element took much longer to recover. It would only
recover quickly during direct sunlight on the array.

The sunlight tubes in the ceiling lit the utility room, kitchen, and living
room.

After showering together we went to bed early. We both worked tomorrow then
we needed to go in search of bedroom and living room furniture and maybe a
kitchen table and a desk to start planning the kitchen and bathroom. We
also needed paint and lots of home stuff we never had the room or need for.

After we showered together we walked to the bedroom both commenting on how
cold the floor felt on bare feet. It was smooth sealed concrete. There was
still some slight odor of paint. The bedroom had no skylight, so we used
the rechargeable headlamps as we both set our alarms for the same time.

I was first in bed, the mattress laid on the floor, our clothes in heaps in
the corner. We had no furniture only a couple of plastic laundry
baskets. We laid on our backs holding hands.

"I love you Lee." I said staring at the dark concrete ceiling above us.

"You know what's weird?"

"No, what?"

"Being underground like this, I have no idea what's going on outside. In
the cabin we heard everything, here it's like it all disappeared. I can
hear my brainwaves now this place is so quiet."

"It's gonna take some time gettin used to it. I'm just glad the work is
over, now it's time to make this feel like our home, right hon?" I said.

"Right. Home. And I love you too." Lee replied but I was like way too tired
to talk much. I closed my eyes briefly because I was suddenly really sleepy
but I knew I had unfinished work to do...

----

I turned onto my side facing Lee laying my hand on the center of his chest
then sliding my hand across his chest letting my finger tips gently, slowly
encircle his womanly sized nipples one at a time, they never got hard. Then
I went to his tummy to sneak a finger to the bottom of his belly button,
then down to the base of his dick, slowly I stroked it base to head then up
and down a little near the head.

I leaned in to give him a kiss, Lee turned his head, we met lips to lips,
tongue to tongue, I continued my stroke. He likes it somewhat firm and
mostly towards the very end. He got hard fast, just like me.

I slipped downward from his face to his chest stopping to nurse on his
large tits briefly, then down to his stomach hole then at the monster dick
I really love. I worked it gently for a while as Lee moaned in pleasure. I
gently stroked my own dick with one hand while I worked his head and used
my other hand to work the shaft. I could feel his leg muscles tighten and
relax as he slightly worked opposite my head movement. He was thrusting
slightly northbound while I was slowly suckling southbound. It was fun
trying to stay synchronized.

Lee usually runs about the same time from first contact to orgasm, today
was no exception. When I thought he was close I stopped working myself and
grasped his nuts instead. Sure enough they were drawn up all the way and
tightly packed into firing position.

He started oozing this time, not shooting. He oozed and oozed, thicker than
normal which made it hard to swallow so I ended up with a cool mouth full
of hard to swallow jizz. I pulled off quickly this time, sliding my head
back to his right nipple leaking some there, then to his mouth where I used
my tongue to press about 2/3 of his semen back into his mouth with a mix of
my saliva too. I heard him moan with surprise at getting such a large
quantity of himself back, like a customer return or something.

During the process of pushing his jizz back into his mouth I slid on top,
completely laying on him, my hands on the sides of his head. We laid in a
stack touching nose to nose, breathing each other's air, I could feel his
smile even though the room was too dark to see much of anything.

"Why'd you do that?"

"It's too thick to swallow, we've been outside working most of the day
today, we're probably dehydrated, made your semen too thick. I wanted to
return it, just like at Walmart. I kept the receipt."

"Fucker." He laughed in my face, bouncing up his head to lay several kisses
on my mouth.

Not wanting to accidentally smash my face into his I slowly lowered to his,
our lips touching gently laying a series of tiny kisses on each other's lip
tips that just stunk of genuine affection. We didn't need to say the words,
we felt the feelings crossing chest to chest.

We stayed like that for a time then I stood up and shuffled over to my
pants pocket in the corner of our bedroom, totally in the dark. I felt the
foil packet of lube, got it out and brought it back to the mattress on the
floor, our first night in our new home.

I lubed myself then his crack while he laid on his back, knees pointed at
the ceiling, heels up almost to his buttocks. Next I lifted his thighs
towards his shoulders, he grabbed `hold pulling them up lifting his hips
off the mattress. 'Ready in all respects,' was the phrase I remembered from
the movie 'U-571.'

I slowly slid myself vertically in his valley, felt the spot and started to
push. Light at first, then firmer. On Lee he has a hard time relaxing at
first but once you penetrate he does just fine, it's just that first
quarter inch that's the hardest. Unfortunately it's also the very head of
your dick which ain't exactly made of bone. It's sort of like trying to
push a marshmallow into the top of a two liter bottle.

I pressed-in then he gave way, I literally slipped right in.

Lee dropped his legs letting them spread wide apart, his heels dropping
onto my back. I lowered myself to his tits to nurse once again. My favorite
position, dick inside Lee, mouth sucking on his tits. This was like totally
Lee, my everything was his, my total sensory system was all about him and
his body. We were united in so many ways right now I could have easily
cried at the beauty of the moment. I never tell him how emotional I really
get inside when I fuck him.

I loved everything about us right now, I loved everything about his
body. There was no way we could be closer or more joined in unity than
right now. Lee laid back and moaned softly in pleasure.

I slowly slid Mister Wiggly in and out as he prepared to launch his attack.

Somewhere low in my loins the little guys I imagine in navy uniforms were
down there pumping the gel with millions of little snake-tailed soldiers
into the firing pump tank. The command given, 'Arm the Pumps!' I felt a
growing feeling of warmth, pressure, and bliss emanating from my torpedo
room.

Lee was also supporting my entire weight. My hands on his shoulders, my
face buried in his chest, my lips soaking wet and smashed against his left
nipple for the best seal, my balls drawn up into combat position, my dick
freely sliding in and out of his silky warm vagina.

All up and down the gangways of my mind red lights rotated slowly around as
the alarm sounded 'GENERAL QUARTERS, BATTLE STATIONS!'

Within seconds the heat became nearly too intense. It felt like the bow-end
of the ship might catch fire. The order, FIRE! I could hear it echo
throughout the entire imaginary vessel.

The pumps jerked violently straining their mountings when they spun-up to
life going from dormancy to full capacity. The pleasure of their sudden
start sent shock waves of bliss from bow to stern.

Between tightly clenched teeth I grunted `FUCK' again as it started and I
shoved HARD against Lee again and again and again. Sweat poured from my
entire body. Sailors everywhere ran for cover.

Again and again I thrust my hips forward as hard as I could. I lost count
of how many times I fired at him.

Slowly my mouth slid off Lee's left nipple dragging my lips across his
chest. I felt weak and dizzy. I felt the smooth warm skin of his edible
chest across the center of my face. Something grabbed my head pulling me
forcefully upward.

Lips.

Not sure but I felt something like lips.

Our mouths smashed together. In the background I heard my name being
shouted. "Jim. Jim!" It sounded familiar.

Now my mouth was full of someone else's tongue, I still felt too weak to do
anything but breathe. I was panting and drenched.

"JAMES ZIMMER!" He yelled.

"Huh? What?" I asked.

"Wake up."

"What?"

"It's time for work." Said the familiar voice.

I stood up, I felt woozy. The room was dark and cold. I walked across the
cold hard floor to the next room, it was our brand new underground living
room. Lee was standing in the middle of the room beneath the skylight tube
in jeans but no shirt. I smiled. He held out a mug of coffee, steam rising
off the top.

I looked around, saw the camping heater still running. I was naked, stinky.

Remembering where the bathroom was I went in taking about a 180 second
shower then got out to dry off with a towel we were sharing for now. It
felt damp but that was okay knowing it was the love of my life that had
used it.

Lee and I walked up the steel spiral to daylight. The birds were singing,
the sunshine creating angled shafts of light through the trees to the
ground, we walked in silence up the hill to our vehicles. We didn't talk
much this morning.

We both drove to the main road, he turned to the west, me to the east.

----

Today I would meet with the lawyers to agree to the terms to sell my patent
for the oral strip TB test to my employer for nine million. Lee would spend
his day selling worms and snacks to people trying to catch our local trout.

These were our ordained paths in life. Both of us doing what we were put on
earth to do. Both of us in love.

Lee had no idea I had this patent or was about to sell it, but either way
it meant neither of us needed to work again if we wanted to.

I drove from the lawyer's office to the bait store at 2pm after depositing
the check at the bank. First time the guy behind the counter called me
`Mister Zimmer.'

I got us a reservation at the nicest steak restaurant in Covington. Lee
usually leaves the store around 3pm when the night lady takes over. Our
reservation was for 5pm at the Bouquet Restaurant on Main Street,
downtown. We still had about half our clothes at the bait store in the back
room so I knew we got that covered.

Lee was surprised to see me walk in the door, it opened with a squeak to a
few smiling patrons parked on chairs by the minnow tank. Little kids love
the minnow tank he says it's where he does his outreach looking for kids in
the same or worse situation as he had ten plus years ago.

"Hi stranger!" He welcomed me with a smile.

"Well hello there Mister Charters!" I responded in a lowered but still
excited tone. You've won a steak dinner at Bouquet's in the city tonight at
five if you can get away and have the proper attire?" I spoke also sounding
like it was me asking if we had nice enough clothes here in the back of the
store.

"Oh, I'm sure that's not a problem. What's the occasion?" He asked.

"It's a surprise." I said raising and lowering my eyebrows to convey it was
not something I could say out loud in the store. Lee caught on instantly.

"Just one moment while I go check."

He slipped in the back room, gone for about half a minute then returned
with a smile. "Nope. Decent clothes are not a problem."

"When's your replacement coming?" I asked.

"She's due in about an hour. Why don't you go get cleaned-up and then baby
sit the minnow tank so we're ready to go when she gets here." He offered, I
smiled and headed for the end of the counter slipping into the back room
which had been our home until yesterday for about two months now.

I got my shower done quickly, then shaved and got dressed in the clothes he
set out which were black jeans and a nice long sleeve shirt, clean boots
and socks. I knew he had something similar. In a dark restaurant few people
would notice I was wearing black jeans instead of dress slacks. In all
honesty I truly didn't care.

By 4pm we were cleaned dressed and walking out the front door into my
car. We drove through Claryville onto the highway to downtown Covington to
Main Street looking for their sign. We both ordered steak. They put us at a
secluded table for those with romantic or business affairs to discuss and
wanted a small amount of privacy. The waiter kept an eye on us from a
distance trying not to interfere, as per my reservation request.

"So what's the big surprise?" Lee asked with a big smile thinking I was
going to tell him I loved him even more now.

"Can I pay for dinner tonight?" Is all I said right then.

"Uh, I thought we agreed that would be my job?"

"We're celebrating my retirement!" I announced with a big smile, reaching
for my glass of red Merlot offering to clink glasses with him.

"You're way too young to retire I thought?"

"Not anymore." I insisted still holding out my glass as he slowly fumbled
for his without taking his eyes off my face.

"You get fired?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Nope. I sold a project I've been working on myself for a few years now. I
sold it to my employer." Lee managed to clink my glass finally then took a
sip from his. He had the expression of wanting to know more.

"You ever hear of Tuberculosis?"

"Yeah, I think so but I don't really know much about it." He replied
looking like this was an awfully odd thing to bring up at the most
expensive table in the most expensive restaurant in northern Kentucky.

It's a billion dollar business, mostly in stopping the spread. Till now,
the test has always been a shot under the skin of an expensive protein,
then you wait a couple days and have a certain person feel your shot site
for signs of a reaction, which then means you need blood tests and a chest
xray. All very expensive, time consuming, and uncertain. I developed an
oral swab at work, using a simple disposable test strip that costs about a
dollar to make, you hold it under your tongue for about ten seconds then
watch a window for a color change, green for negative, orange for positive
in the presence of Tuberculosis antibodies, 98% accurate three days after
exposure." I said beaming with pride.

"So what does that mean?"

"It means I sold my patent to my employer today and tendered my resignation
too."

"Like how much?"

"Like enough for both of us to retire tomorrow and never work again, maybe
do some traveling. There any place you always wanted to go see? Egypt,
Tokyo, London, Florence? Any place?"

He just stared at me without answering. I reached into my shirt pocket
pulling out the deposit slip. I laid it on the table by his wine glass and
slid it a little bit towards him. Lee squinted to read the small print on
the bottom of the deposit ticket from our bank where we had both business
and our joint personal account.

I could see his lips reading the number and counting the zeros, his eyes
raised up as he converted it into English. I could almost hear his brain
saying ` Nine thousand, ninety, nine hundred thousand, nine million. "Holy
Fuck!" was all he said at a tiny whisper.

Without skipping a beat, Lee gestured for the waiter, I thought he was
ordering a bottle of Champaign or something. "Uh Ben, is it? My friend here
will be paying the tab tonight. Can we get the check now please?" The
waiter turned to walk away.

Lee looked at me with this big smile, he raised his hands over the table
and slammed then hard on the top on both sides of his plate with a huge
bang. All around the dining area people turned to look. "Sonofabitch!" He
yelled loudly while everyone was still staring.

The waiter thinking something was horribly wrong ran back with the little
tray, I signed it, he handed me the card and we both left.

Out in the parking lot Lee was beyond happy, he was almost intoxicated
acting but not staggering. We headed for the house driving at a slow pace
the whole way. Our conversation was focused on taking our first ever
vacation. On the way home we decided on London and Paris where two gay boys
would be safer.

That night on the computer we ordered some furniture, paid extra for
delivery to a transit company we found who would accept the freight then
put it in a small trailer and pull it from the main road back along the
creek and right to our front door without getting stuck in the soft ground
near the water. We also priced a two week bus tour of London, Normandy and
Paris France. But we both needed passports and luggage first.

----

We ended up selling the bait store in 2019 but keeping the pizza place
where we both worked three days a week. We closed the dining area only
offering delivery or carry-out. With all the amenities we offer employees
there was a year waiting list for jobs at Dave's Pizza.

We also decided to take a chunk of his secret cash to make a large
anonymous donation to the no-kill dog shelter in Covington. Lee walked in
one day in sunglasses and a UK Bulldogs sweatshirt, asked to speak to the
manager, asked if donations were accepted, handed her a folder with
$140,000 in musty old one hundred dollar bills and walked out without
telling them who he was. The story made the CBS network news and all the
local media, nobody could figure out who he was. I was on my knees by the
sofa swallowing his seed while the report was on the TV with the sound
muted.

Anonymous donor or not, we're both in love. Life is fantastic and so is our
sex.

The End.

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