Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 03:57:31 +0200
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Brian and Lanny go to Europe - Chapter 8

Brian and Lanny go to Europe – Chapter 8

This is the fourth part of a story about Marco, Marty, their adopted sons
Samuel, Benjamin and foster son Brian in Tulsa Oklahoma.

Part 1 is  Marco in the Park
Part 2 is  Marco, Marty and the Twins
Part 3 is  Brian Goes to College

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Morning came and Brian and Lanny made good their promise of a good
breakfast with their new friend Fredrick. They placed their packs in the
trunk of the big black Mercedes and started back to Munich.

"This is a beautiful area," Brian remarked, "I have never seen mountains
like this before."

"Yes it is. I should tell you that there are many places to hike and
camp. I think you will like it," Fredrick told him.

"So tell us more about yourself," Lanny asked. "Do you have much family?"

"My father is Renke and he owns a nice business. I think he started with
his father, my grandfather, and since he passed, my father runs the
business that grandfather started. When he died, we moved into his nice
house with my grandmother. We all live together."

"Do you have brothers and sisters?" Lanny wondered.

"I have two brothers. Karl is older and lives in Berlin. That is where my
grandmother went for a visit. He has a nice family there – a wife and
two little girls. My other brother is Deiter and he is fourteen. He is a
good boy and a nice brother for me I think. Of course he is living at home
with us. You will like him."

"What about your mother?"

"My mother's name is Emma and she was trained as a nurse but does not work
at that. She looks after the house and helps father with the business. We
are a nice family I think."

"My mother is a nurse," Lanny told him.

"Yes? Emma will find that interesting. She can be a little quiet, but when
she knows you, you will find that she is very sweet. I think I am lucky to
have such a good family. Many people complain about their family, but I
have no complaints."

"Will they mind that you are bringing two strangers into the house?" Brian
wondered.

"No, not at all. It is a big house and we have plenty of room. My friends
are always welcome there. You will see."

"I can imagine that you have a lot of friends," Lanny said. "You have been
very kind to us."

"And why not? It is how we are to be. I would like to be treated with
kindness, so I must treat others in the same way. It is the golden rule is
it not?"

Lanny smiled. "I think your family is much like mine. Not everyone is so
fortunate."

They soon were in a quiet neighborhood and pulled into the drive of a large
stone house of traditional German design. "Please bring your bags into the
house and meet my family. I can assure you that you will be quite welcome,"
Fredrick told them with a smile.

The house was very attractive, furnished in a German way that was simple
and sturdy. As soon as they were inside, Fredrick's mother greeted them
warmly. "Yes? And who have we here? I do not know these boys."

"These are my friends Brian and Lanny from America," Fredrick introduced
them. "We have been to the castle and now they wish to see our beautiful
country."

"Oh good. Now you can stay with us for a little time. It is very nice to
meet you. Please take them to the yellow room. I think they will like
that."

"Yes of course," Fredrick replied. "Please come with me, Meine Freunde."

He led them to the top of the stairs to a bedroom painted yellow. Outside
was a balcony with a view over the rooftops to the mountains beyond. On one
side was a big comfortable looking bed, on the other side was a pair of
padded chairs with a small table. In the corner was a large wardrobe which
served as a closet. It was a nice room.

"It looks like your mother expects us to share a bed," Lanny smile.

"Yes, of course. It is not unusual for friends to share a bed. I think you
will be comfortable here. Would you like to see my room?" he asked.

He led them across the hall to a smaller room with a single bed. On the
desktop and walls were memorabilia that made it personal to Fredrick. There
were some posters and a small collection of trophies and a soccer ball sat
in the corner. "What are the trophies?" Brian wondered.

"I love futbol, like most German boys," Fredrick explained. "When I was in
high school I played with a team and we won a few things. I think you call
it soccer. I was not such a good player, but I enjoyed playing with my
friends. Do you like the game?"

"It is becoming very popular in the States. I played on a team when I was
younger, but then found that I enjoyed baseball even more," Brian told him.

"Yes. I know that game. I think it is like soccer for you. Baseball is a
game that is new to us but becoming more popular now days. I have seen some
games but have not played it. Do you play baseball too?" he asked Lanny.

"Just with friends," Lanny told him, "But I never played with a regular
team. When I was in middle school I liked to wrestle."

"Ah. Then we are all sportsmen. Perhaps we can find a futbol game. I will
look for that."

They went back downstairs and chatted with Emma and were introduced to
Deiter who had come to meet his brother's friends. They talked while
Fredrick busied himself with his cell phone to organize a hike.

Deiter was a very beautiful young man. Like Fredrick, he was very blond and
fit looking, but more slender with broad shoulders and slim hips. His
English was surprisingly good. "I want to go to America," he told them.

"You should talk your brother into a trip to the US like the one we are
taking here," Lanny said to him. "There are a lot of things to see there."

Brian smiled, "I think we have seen more of Europe on this trip then we
have seen of America. Maybe we should all do that sometime."

"Where do you live?" Deiter asked.

"We are from Tulsa in the state of Oklahoma," Brian told him. "Do you know
where that is?"

"Yes of course. You have oil wells and cowboys and Indians, is that
correct?"

"That's right," Brian smiled. "Does that sound interesting to you?"

"Yes, I think so. I have never met an American Indian. Do they live in
tee-pees and wear feathers?"

Brian laughed, "No tee-pees except for tourists. My dad is Seminole Indian
as are my two younger brothers."

"But you do not look like you are Indian. How is that?"

"I should explain, I suppose. I live with a gay couple. I am not related to
them by blood, but they have become my family."

Deiter smiled, "There is a good story there, I think. So you and your
friend Lanny, are you lovers?"

"Deiter! You should not ask such things," his mother scolded.

"That's alright," Lanny defended him, "It is true that we are more than
just friends. I am not ashamed to admit that."

"Well, it is no matter to us. We are quite understanding," Emma assured
him. "But it is not polite to be so direct." She gave Deiter a disapproving
look.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I meant no disrespect. We know that my brother likes
boys, not girls. We are OK with that. I was just curious about it."

"So do you play soccer? I should say futbol," Brian asked, changing the
subject.

"Yes I do. I am on a good team. Maybe we will win our league this year. I
am crazy for futbol," Deiter admitted.

Fredrick put down his cell phone and rejoined the conversation. "I have
spoken to some friends. If you like we can do a little hike this
afternoon. "Are you prepared for hiking?" he asked.

"Of course. We have been doing a lot of walking since we started our trip,"
Lanny assured him. "I think we can keep up with you."

"I want to go too," Deiter said. "May I join you? He asked his brother.

"Oh, if you like," Fredrick agreed. "I know you will be ready."

"Who is going with us?" Deiter asked. "I know most of your friends."

"I think Hahn and Marta will come, and maybe Roth."

"Oh, Roth is a crazy one. He will be fun" Roth laughed

"They are all fun," Fredrick said. "We will meet them at one o'clock for a
little hike. But first we should have some lunch. Can we make sandwiches
Mutter?"

"Yes of course. There are things for sandwiches in the kitchen. You are not
helpless," she smiled.

Lanny and Brian followed Fredrick and Deiter to the kitchen to find sliced
ham and cheese in the cooler and made some good sandwiches, then found a
jug of orange juice to drink.

"Do you have clothes for hiking?" Fredrick asked. "You might want to bring
a sweater. It will be cooler when we go to the mountains."

"Yes. We have some hoodies that will do fine. I am afraid that we have
neglected our laundry. Can we do some washing while we are here?" Lanny
asked.

"Of course. If you will give your dirty clothing to Mutter, she will wash
them for you."

"We can do that ourselves if you can show us your washer," Lanny protested.

"That's OK. Mutter does washing almost every day. She will be happy to do
that for you while we are on our little hike."

They protested again when they handed Emma their bundle of laundry. "No,
no. I can do this for you. Please enjoy your time with us. I think you have
better things to do than washing clothes," the lady insisted.

In about an hour they drove higher to a parking lot where thy found three
people waiting for them. "I'm sorry. Are we late?" Frederick asked.

"No. We are early. It is a good day for a walk," The taller boy replied.

Frederick introduced him as Hahn, and his girlfriend as Marta. The other
boy was a slender and wiry boy with bright orange hair sticking out from
under a green stocking cap. "This is crazy Roth," Fredrick laughed.

"Why do you say that?" Roth asked, pretending to be insulted.

"I called you that," Deiter explained. "You are a little crazy, you know."

"I just like to have fun. That doesn't make me crazy."

"We will see if you live up to your reputation," Fredrick laughed. "Crazy
or fun is all the same to me. Are we ready?

Brian and Lanny had their ever-present ruck sacks complete with freshly
filled bottles of water. The rest had the same. Fredrick locked the
Mercedes and they started up a trail paved with chat.

"Where are we going?" Brian asked.

"This is a nice scenic trail," Hahn told him. "It goes up to a good
lookout. It will only take about an hour to walk up. Then we walk back
down. Simple, eh?"

"We will not try to make you tired. This is just a short walk for us to get
a little exercise and enjoy the scenery," Fredrick assured him.

"We should go to the other trail and camp for a night," Roth argued. "That
will be more fun. This is too short."

"Maybe we can do that tomorrow," Fredrick suggested. "We are starting too
late for that today. We just drove up from Fussen and only have time for a
little hike today. This will be nice."

Roth smiled and led the way followed by Deiter. Except for Brian and Lanny,
all carried long staffs to help them negotiate the trail.

"Those look useful," Brian observed. "We could use those."

"Yes, these are our wanderstucks. They are good for hiking," Hahn agreed.

Roth hurried ahead. "Slow down," Hahn called to him. "This is a walk, not a
run."

Marta laughed. "Roth is always in a hurry. That is part of his
craziness. He can outdo all of us and likes to hike long distances."

As they climbed up the steep trail, Brian and Lanny could feel themselves
growing short of breath. They were used to walking on level terrain and
began to see the wisdom of a shorter hike. There were several places where
the trail went near the edge of the mountain, providing nice views of the
dramatic landscape.

"This is beautiful up here," Brian exclaimed.

"The view from on top is even better," Hahn assured him.

They passed through tall pines and rocky spaces. When they finally came to
a clearing they stopped to look out at the valley below.

"Wow, look at that," Lanny exclaimed. "There is nothing like this in
Oklahoma."

They stopped for a time to drink from their water bottles. Hahn and Marta
shared some granola bars from their pack as they sat side by side breathing
in the cool fragrant air.

"From here the cliff face makes it difficult to lay out a trail," Hahn
explained. "This is where we will turn back when we are ready to leave."

"The other trail is better, I think" Roth told them. "It goes up through
the forest and there is a very nice clearing at the top where we can make a
camp. I think we should do that tomorrow."

"Yes," Deiter agreed. "This is not much of a hike."

"It depends on what you would like to do," Fredrick said to Brian and
Lanny. "This is your holiday. We can do whatever you like."

"A longer hike sounds great to me," Brian replied. "This is such a
beautiful place. I like Roth's idea." Lanny agreed.

"I think we can do that," Fredrick told them. "We can get some things to
eat and be better prepared for tomorrow."

"I am all about being prepared," Brian said. I was into Scouting when I was
a little younger. I have done a lot of hiking and camping, but never in a
place as beautiful as this."

"We have Boy Scouts here in Germany too," Hahn told him. "I did that when I
was younger. We went skiing several times, and camped all over. We even
went down to Italy for skiing one winter. In this place there are many nice
places for such things."

"Man, I could really get into living in a place like this," Brian said with
a touch of envy.

Fredrick laughed, "You should visit us more often."

"Yes," Roth agreed. "You should come and visit us again. We can do many fun
things." Deiter sat by his side and agreed enthusiastically.

"Maybe we will. Who knows?" Lanny agreed. "This is the best part of our
trip so far."

"We have seen some really neat places, but this is really the sort of thing
I enjoy the most," Brian agreed.

"So it is agreed? We will do the longer hike tomorrow and camp for the
night?" Roth asked eagerly.

"Yes. I think we would enjoy that," Lanny agreed. "I think that would be an
adventure. I have not done as much of this as Brian has."

"Then that is what we will do," Fredrick said. "Are you all available?" he
asked the others.

"Yes. I am always ready for a nice hike. That will be fun for us all," Hahn
said. "We will need to get something to eat. Maybe we can go shopping when
we get back. We will get what is needed and you can help pay for it later."
Roth and Deiter grinned broadly.

They stuffed the granola wrappers into their pockets and started back down
the trail.

"I keep looking for trash," Brian said. "Whenever the scouts hike, we try
to pick up trash. I haven't seen any all day."

"Oh no. Not in Germany," Marta told them. "We are taught as little
children, not to litter. You will not see trash on the roadsides either. We
are a clean people."

Lanny nodded and smiled. "That's the way it should be. I like this place."

The steep trail was more difficult to negotiate going down than coming
up. Despite her wanderstuck Marta stumbled and fell trying to step over
some rocks.

"Be careful," Hahn called too late. "Are you OK?"

Marta frowned. "I think so, but I have twisted my ankle."

"Can you walk on it?"

"Let me try," she said and took a few steps. "Ah, it is rather painful. I'm
sorry to be so clumsy, but I think it is a problem."

"May I have a look?" Brian asked.

"Brian is the first aid guy," Lanny informed them. "Let the apprentice
doctor have a look."

Marta removed her shoe and stocking to reveal an ankle that was swelling
rapidly.

"We need to get a wrap on that," Brian said. "Just a minute." He dug down
into his ruck sack and produced an Ace bandage. "This will help."

"Where did you get that?" Lanny asked with surprise.

"Boy Scouts are always prepared, right?" Brian began to carefully wrap the
ankle, then pulled on the sock and laced her boot as snugly as
possible. "There now. That should slow down the swelling and give you some
support. How does that feel?"

Marta tested her ankle and walked a few steps with a limp. "That's better,"
she agreed, "but I will slow us down, I'm afraid."

"We are in no hurry. We will get you down," Hahn assured her.

Marta put an arm around Hahn on one side and Brian on the other and began
to gingerly make her way down the steep trail. Roth and Deiter led the way
and Fredrick followed closely.

"You are doing fine," Brian said. "This will work."

It took longer to go down than to come up, but Marta was good natured about
her situation and the descent was successful.

Once back at the car, she sat down to rest and laughed. "I'm sorry to make
you carry me, but the ankle feels pretty good I think, thanks to Doctor
Brian."

"You did fine Marta. I think the Ace bandage was helpful," Brian told her.

"Yes, thank you very much," she smiled. "I think you will make a fine
doctor someday."

"Oh, I learned first aid in scouts. I am hardly a doctor," Brian
replied. "I'm just glad it helped you down the mountain."

Lanny looked on all this with pride. His friend was resourceful and
considerate. Just as Lanny would expect of him.

They said goodbye and Fredrick drove them back to his house, "I don't know
what this will do to our plans for a longer hike tomorrow. I think Marta
will not be able to join us and Hahn might not want to come without her."

"Roth and I will go. That is four of us. It is enough," Deiter reminded
them.

"Are Hahn and Marta a couple?" Lanny asked.

"Yes, I would say so. They are living together and their plan is to marry
after they finish their university studies."

"They are very nice people," Lanny remarked. "You have nice friends."

"Yes, I think so. You see, not all my friends are gay," Fredrick chuckled.

It was late in the afternoon when they got back and went in through the
kitchen. Emma greeted them. "Hello. Here are the hikers. Can you tell me,
what are your plans for dinner?"

"I don't think we have any plans," Fredrick replied.

"Very good. Then I have not made a nice pork roast for nothing. Come and
introduce our friends to your father," she said to Fredrick.

"They went into the living room where they found Fredrick's father reading
a newspaper. "Pater, I want to introduce you to Brian and Lanny, my friends
from America. This is my father Renke."

They shook hands all around. "We are very pleased to meet you sir, and we
appreciate your hospitality," Lanny spoke for both of them.

"Yes, you are most welcome," Renke said with a rather thick accent. "You
will excuse my English, please. We old people do not learn so quickly as
the young ones."

"Oh Pater, you are not so old," Deiter laughed. "Mutter says you are her
oldest child."

Renke smiled, "Oh, your Mutter says many things."

"My friends will be joining us for dinner, and sleeping here tonight. We
plan for a hike and overnight camp tomorrow on the long trail up the
mountain."

"Yes, that will be very nice. That is very beautiful there."

"Will you join us for hiking Pater?" Fredrick asked.

"No, no. I am too old for such things. And I must work to pay for your
play," he said in a good natured way.

They attempted a conversation in English but it was rather awkward. Deiter
was the better English speaker and served as a translator. Renke was
interested to know that part of Brian's family was Native American and had
several questions about that.

"Everyone here thinks that American Indians are very exotic," Deiter said
as an aside to them.

"Brian laughed, "It gives us something to talk about, I suppose. Really
they are just like anyone else but with some different traditions. No
tee-pees."

Deiter translated and Renke laughed heartily.

"Emma stuck her head in the living room and called, "Abendessenszeit!"

"Ah, dinner time," Deiter translated. "Let's go and eat. I am starved!"

They were ushered into the dining room where the table was nicely set with
good china and cloth napkins. In the center was a big pork roast already
neatly sliced with a bowl of roasted potatoes and a lovely salad. There
were wine glasses at each place and a bottle of weisswein was wrapped in a
towel. Brian and Lanny exchanged glasses and shrugged.

The dinner was delicious and the wine was nice although Brian and Lanny
made their glasses last with no refills.

"That was wonderful," Lanny told her. "Fredrick took us to a nice
restaurant for a fine dinner last night, but yours was better." While this
was not strictly true, it was the politically correct thing to say as
evidenced by Emma's smile.

"I am pleased that you enjoyed it," she said. "I hope you have saved some
room for my blaubeerkuchen." A large blueberry tart was placed on the table
and served with vanilla ice cream. It was wonderful.

"Brian leaned back and closed his eyes. "That was delicious, all of it. How
do you people remain slender with that sort of food? I would weigh 500
pounds if I lived here."

"Oh, I don't know about me," Emma laughed as she patted her modest tummy.

"Du siehst schφn aus," Renke smiled.

"Pater thinks she looks good to him," Deiter translated with a grin. "Now,
we need to exercise so we do not get fat. Let's go to the park and kick the
futbol," he suggested.

"That's probably a good idea, but I'm not sure I can move," Lanny murmured.

"Yes, let's go. It will be good for us all," Fredrick agreed. "Sometimes my
brother has good ideas."

The four young men walked a few blocks to a tree lined park where Deiter
tossed down a soccer ball onto a soccer field and kicked it to Brian. "You
and I will play Lanny and Fredrick, OK?" The game was afoot.

Deiter was obviously the most skillful and maneuvered the ball around his
faltering opponents to immediately score a goal.

"Wait, I was not ready for that," Fredrick complained.

"So it is your turn now," Deiter called and attempted to take the ball away
from him. Fredrick kicked it to Lanny who proved to be quicker on his feet
than expected. Brian tried to get it away from him and they began to get
into the game. It turned into a contest between Lanny and Deiter with
assistance from Brian and Fredrick. After about thirty minutes the sun had
dropped low enough to convince them that the game was over. Score was not
kept.

They walked back to the house, Deiter kicking the ball along in front of
him as they walked.

"That was fun," Lanny declared. "It has been some time since I played any
soccer."

"Really?" Deiter asked without looking up from the ball. "You are pretty
good, actually."

"Thank you. Coming from you, that's a compliment."

Deiter smiled and kept the ball in front of him.

Back at the house they found Emma and Renke watching television. They were
watching reruns of 'Bluebloods' with dubbed in German.

"I'm sorry," Emma apologized, "I think you cannot understand the speaking."

"That's OK," Lanny assured her, "We have seen these in English. We can get
the idea."

After an hour of this they began to yawn. "I'm sorry," Brian said. "After
the fine dinner and a little exercise, I think I need to call it a day."

"Do you have everything you need for the night?" Fredrick asked. "I want to
check on Marta. You go on to bed and I will see you in the morning."

Upstairs they found the bathroom and took turns in the shower, then went
into the yellow room and closed the door.

"This has been a really great day," Brian said.

"It has been. I can't believe we are so lucky to have met such nice
people."

"We have been lucky the whole time we have been traveling," Lanny agreed. I
keep waiting for a disaster to happen."

"Yeah. Well, we've been careful and managed to stay out of trouble so
far. Maybe our luck will hold."

"If you stop and think about it, we had a couple of guys who were looking
for trouble. That might have gone bad if you hadn't been quick on your
feet," Lanny reminded him. "And today when Marta sprained her ankle. You
kept that from being a mess. I think you are looking out for me, for all of
us."

"Well, I guess. But you are the one who is working out all the details. I
would be lost without you," Brian pointed out.

Lanny laughed. "Maybe we are good for each other. It's teamwork, you know."

Brian smiled, "I definitely think we are good for each other. Um, is that
door closed?"

"It is, and it's pretty solid. I bet we have a little privacy here."

"Right. And Fredrick knows the score. I don't think he will interrupt us."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Lanny asked.

"I bet I am," Brian leaned in for a kiss. "We had a lodger in our bed last
night, but I think we have this one for ourselves."

Lanny returned the kiss, visibly inspired. "Do you think it would be wicked
to have sex in these nice people's house?"

"Probably. Want to?"

"Hmmm," Another kiss and the decision was made.

"I think we are golden as long as we don't make too much noise," Brian
suggested.

"So who does what to whom? Lanny asked with a grin.

"Your option. I'm good either way."

"Is that called being versatile?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Actually," Lanny grinned, "Despite my initial reservations I thought what
we did the other night was pretty interesting."

"Did you like that?"

"I'm not sure."

"Want to give it another try to see how it goes?"

Lanny arched his back and stretched. "I might. Providing that you will go
easy on me."

"Always. I will never intentionally hurt you Lanny. I do love you, you
know."

"Yeah, I know. I love you too."

"You ready for this?"

"I think so. I pooped and showered. You might have to help me relax
though."

Brian grinned. "I think I can do that. Another kiss?"

They held each other tenderly and swapped tongues for several minutes
before Lanny turned over on his stomach and raised his hips. "Do me like
you did before," he whispered.

Brian took his position behind Lanny and spread his ass cheeks, wetting a
finger and rubbing it over his hole.

"Ummm."

"Like that?"

"Uh-huh. Do the tongue think, OK?"

Brian spread Lanny's cheeks apart and began to lick and nuzzle his hole,
feeling Lanny relax and push back into his face. The tongue licked the
length of his crack and tickled his hole, as if trying to enter inside.

"Um. Oh yeah, like that."

More licking and slurping followed, then a finger entered gently and
twisted a little before going deeper. "You OK?"

"Uh-huh. That's nice."

More licking then the finger went deeper and twisted itself, rubbing
Lanny's inner parts.

Lanny sighed. "I think I'm ready. Be careful, OK? Wait, do I need to get
you ready?"

"No baby, I'm ready and willing. Are you?"

"Go slow, OK?"

Brian positioned himself between Lanny's spread legs and rubbed the head of
his cock across the wet hole. The small tube of lube appeared as if by
magic and was applied generously to both shaft and hole, then the rubbing
resumed, followed by gentle pressure as Brian's eager cock knocked at
Lanny's back door.

Lanny raised his hips and sighed, focusing on relaxing as he waited for the
pain, the pleasure – he was not sure which would happen.

Brian pushed harder and Lanny opened up to let the tip inside, then the
head popped in and Brian held still. "You OK?"

Lanny took several deep breaths. "I think so. It's better than last time."

"That's because you aren't scared. That's because you trust me more this
time. I love you Lanny."

"Oh Brian. Fuck me Brian, but go slow."

Brian moved again, slowly, very slowly, sinking himself inside his lover,
watching for any sign of pain or discomfort.

"Oh, ahh, easy – yes, oh yes," Lanny whispered. Then Brian was deep
inside him."

"You OK baby?"

"Yeah. I think I'm good. Are you all the way in?"

"That's all I got baby."

Lanny gave a soft chuckle. "That's plenty – go ahead. I may learn to
like this."

Brian withdrew slowly until he almost pulled out, then pushed back in,
pressing his pubic hair against Lanny's ass cheeks.

"Oh yeah. Just like that Brian. Just like that," Lanny sighed.

The in and out movement continued, still slowly, still gently, but
steady. A piston slowly pumping while Lanny relaxed and pushed back against
him.

Brian was shivering with pleasure but resisted to urge to change his gentle
pace until Lanny whispered in a husky voice, "Go a little faster. This is
amazing."

Brian obliged, increasing his speed slowly until he was almost at the point
of climax. Then he stopped.

"Turn over on your back, OK? I want to look at you. I want to see your
beautiful face."

Lanny turned, pulled up his knees and spread his legs. Brian lifted his
hips and slid a pillow under them then leaned forward to kiss him
gently. "I love you Lanny. Oh my God, I love you so much."

Lanny took a deep breath and let it out. "I love you too, Brian. Now
please, do that some more."

Reapplying a little lube to his cock, Brian lifted Lanny's knees until they
were against his chest, repositioned himself at his hole and sought
entry. Lanny closed his eyes, relaxed and pushed up to feel Brian inside
him again. He opened his eyes to see Brian smiling.

"You OK baby?"

"Oh yeah. I am just fine. Just keep doing that thing you do."

Brian resumed his steady rhythm, sliding gently in and out, and in and out
– watching Lanny's face and seeing a smile of pleasure come across his
face.

"Oh yeah. Fuck me Brian. Fuck me nice and slow. Oh my God, this is so
nice. It feels good – so good," he whispered almost inaudibly.

Lanny's erection was rock hard and waving up and down to the rhythm of
Brian's even stroking. Brian took Lanny's cock in his fist and began to
stroke it in time with his own movement. Lanny knitted his eyebrows
together with a look of great intensity on his face. "Oh, oh, oh...." then
he spewed long white strings of semen up and over his face and chest. He
took a very deep breath, opened his mouth wide, and chanted breathlessly,
"Ah, ah, ah....  Oh my God Brian, oh Brian!"

That was all it took for Brian to push deep inside and empty himself. He
slumped forward, pressing his face onto Lanny's slippery chest. He felt the
semen against his cheek and at the corner of his mouth as he rested
there. Then he began to laugh as quietly as he could.

"Wow! I think we did it baby. That was amazing." He remained hard and deep
inside, but looked up at Lanny's face with a smile. Lanny had several
streaks of cum on his cheek, and a white gob of the stuff in one eye. He
was dazed but smiling.

Lanny stifled a laugh, "Are we done yet?"

"You want more?"

"No. Any more of that would kill me. Not that I'm complaining. I just
figured out why gay guys like to get fucked. That was.... That would be
hard to describe."

"But you liked it, right? Did I hurt you?"

"No. You were really careful, thank you very much. It hurt a little at
first and then.... It felt good Brian. It really felt good. And when I had
that orgasm, it was like my whole body just exploded."

"So you liked it."

"Yeah. I liked it. Oh Brian, I love you so much," he whispered. "I could
never do that with anybody else. You are so kind and gentle, and careful
with me."

"That's because I love you. That was the most intense experience of my
young life. Nobody but you Lanny. Nobody else but you. There is nobody else
in the world but you, at least not in my world."

Lanny closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I made such a mess, but would you hold me
some more. I want to feel your skin against mine."

Brian held him close and kissed his neck, licked the white sticky mess from
his face and out of his eye. He held him until he lost his erection and
came unplugged. Then he held him some more. The moment was too wonderful to
end.

But finally it did end and Brian rolled over on his side to take Lanny's
hand and hold it in his.

They slept that way until morning. Brian woke first, tried to ignore his
urgent bladder while he took the damp towel from the night before and wiped
himself and Lanny as best he could, dabbing at the crusty places on the
sheets and hoping that they would go unnoticed by Emma. Finally his bladder
insisted on his attention and he pulled on his shorts and went into the
bathroom to answer its call. When he came back, Lanny was still sleeping, a
gentle smile on his face.

When Brian lay back down on the bed, Lanny did not move but his eyes
opened.

"Good morning. You OK?" Brian asked softly.

"Lanny smiled again then looked more serious. "I'm fine, but I really,
really need to pee. Excuse me." He quickly found his boxer shorts and
hustled out of the room, returning in a minute looking more
relaxed. "Now. Where were we?"

"Did you know it's eight-thirty? They may send a search party after us if
we don't get downstairs."

"Gee. Is it that late? Let's get dressed."

"We have a hike planned for today, remember? And a campout. It's another
day in paradise."


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To be continued.

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