Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:26:12 -0500
From: Barry Mattison <stories@barrymattison.com>
Subject: College in the Desert-Chapter VIII

CHAPTER VIII-College in the Desert
AUTHOR: Barry Mattison

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INTRODUCTION:

This is a fictional story about how two young guys met at college, started
a friendship that eventually became a long relationship, and endured all
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CHAPTER VIII

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As the last chapter ended Tim, my new bodyguard, had just picked up his
little brother, Kenny, from school. Although Tim was straight but
understanding, Kenny was bullied at school quite severely as well as almost
put out of his own home at thirteen years because his parents could not
accept the fact that he was gay and 'out' about it.

I offered, with Justin's blessing, to let him stay at the house with us
until we could figure out how Tim could best help him out. I also found out
that he had no clothes to change into and that all his parents ever gave
him was hand-me-downs, even though his siblings got new clothes. So we
planned a surprise shopping trip to get a few new clothes to wear as well.

Right now the three of us, Tim, Kenny and myself were at school. My mind
was running a mile a minute as they say, thinking of all the things I
needed to pull together. It seems that there was never a dull moment around
me, but as long as I had Justin by my side I was happy.

I had to break up the two brothers' hug as we headed for my last class. I
grabbed some snack bars and drinks from the student union store on the way
out. This was a short class and we had a date with the Master of Aikido,
Justin.

"Tim, I'll speak with the professor when we get to the classroom and
introduce you and then explain why Kenny is with us and see if he minds if
you guys sit up back during the class."

"Okay, we'll just follow you then."

We were running a tad late to my performance class so we started sprinting
across the campus. When we got to the performance hall I introduced Tim to
the Professor as my new bodyguard and then explained that he had had an
emergency and had needed to pick up his little brother at his school
because he had been in a fight with some bullies.

"Would you mind if they sat up at the top while we have class and listen
sir? Kenny will only be here this one time and neither of us had the time
to take him anywhere to be safe until class was over. I would very much
appreciate it."

"Well Doug, it is against policy for anyone other than students and others
by special arrangement such as Tim to be in a class, but I think we can
overlook that rule this time."

Both Tim and I said thank you, and even Kenny reached out his hand and
said, "thank you very much sir."

"You're very welcome young man," Professor Johnson said. Then looking at me
he said, "Well Doug, since you asked for the special favor, I think it only
fair to return the favor by being the first to start."

"No problem sir. I'd love to."

"Okay class, let's get started today. As you know, it's exam day and each
person should have their music piece ready to go. Doug has volunteered to
go first and will be performing a Toccata and Fugue by Bach on the
organ. Each student will be required to comment in writing on all
performances today, so make sure you have your pencils and paper out. Are
you ready Doug?"

"Yes sir. I just need a moment to get the stops setup and I'll be ready to
go."

"Do you need a page turner?"

"No sir, I have the music in my head."

"As you wish, just remember, this is 30% of your grade."

"I understand, but paper would only mess me up. You'll understand."

"Okay then, please proceed when you're ready."

As part of the process, I explained to the class my choice for today.

Today I was playing a classical organ piece from the Baroque period by
J.S. Bach, my favorite composer of classical organ. I loved the mathematics
of his music, the preciseness required to play the preludes and especially
the fugues, but more so I loved the freedom he built into his music to
interpret the intricate mathematics into my own math without losing the
intention of the original. Only someone who is "into" music or a particular
composer can understand the feeling that one gets inside when your playing
connects with the mind and the music written centuries ago. Nothing exists
except the music and you, the lofty highs of the twelve inch pipes played
by almost imperceptible finger movements in combination with the thirty two
foot bass sounds coming from the quick, fugue sounds played by two feet on
strong pedals. The impossibility of four, sometimes five of the almost same
themes moving almost imperceptibly from manual to manual to pedal and back
and forth so fluidly, then coming together all at the same time in a final
beautiful, choreographed conclusion of the same melodies, yet different,
that crescendoed into a race to the finish to see which one would win.

Then the surprise ending that would tie all these melodies together in one
neat package that inevitably would make everyone hold their breath until
the very last, massive chords filled the hall with their magnificent
harmonies, signaling the end of a complex formula, written by a master
mathematician, who happened to write on music paper with little, squiggly
notes.

As I began there was the usual rustling of papers and shuffling of chairs
and feet, at least I'm sure there was, but I was already lost in the music
as my fingers introduced the melodies of the intro...

As the final, angelic chords filled the hall with their anticipated
combination of perfect sound, I lifted my hands from the keyboards and my
feet from the pedalboard; the sounds of my exam piece echoed around the
hall and faded away into the highest corners of the specially designed
performance center. The class sat there momentarily...the only sound that
could be heard was the final notes of the last passage bouncing around in
my head and seconds passed before I hopped off the organ bench and started
walking towards the edge of the stage. Suddenly everyone in the class stood
up, clapping their hands loudly, whistling and cat-calling. Smiles
abounded...even on the professors face...as I felt like I was coming out of
a trance and walking into a birthday party as the guest. It took a few more
seconds before I realized where I was, at which point my face turned bright
red and I jumped down off the stage and sat down in my seat, feeling a
little embarrassed. When I play music I rarely ever recognize other people
around and had forgotten where I was. I guess I'd totally spaced this one
out and was hoping the adulation meant I got a decent grade.

After a minute or so the class sat down and the professor walked to the
front of the class.

"Doug, I am, without a doubt, speechless for the first time here as a
professor of music. It is very rare to find a student that connects with
the music and the composer as you do. This is not a class for you to be
taking, this is a class for you to be teaching. The emotions you display
and put into your playing, the expressiveness with which your
interpretations of the music move each person are something I have never
felt, nor seen in a group of people as I watched each of the class
members. Not one single person talked nor did anything but concentrate on
what was coming from your soul in that performance. I actually do not know
how to handle your performance. I'd like to set up an appointment with you
and the head of the department about what we've heard today to consider a
special position for you in this department...if that's all right with
you?"

"Ummmm...I guess it's okay. I don't think I did anything really special,
but I'd be glad to meet with you. Just let me know when."

"Thank you young man. I think, speaking on behalf of the whole class, we've
been treated to something special today and in all fairness, it would be
hard for me to score others' performances after yours; so in honor of your
contribution, everybody gets an A for the exam and has the rest of the
day. Class dismissed."

Suddenly there was more whooping and hollering as everybody jumped up and
down. This had never happened before that I'd known of. I jumped up to meet
up with Tim and Kenny so we could go to the mall and go shopping, thankful
we had gotten out early so we could go. But classmates were coming up to
me, some with tears in their eyes – even a few guys – shaking my hand
and complimenting me on my performance, asking where I had learned to play
like that. Not one person was concerned about the early out, which I
thought was funny, but hey, artistic people are a funny bunch anyway.

I finally managed to work my way around to Tim and Kenny and was still
being thanked as we slipped out the door and headed for Justin's Dojo. It
was across the campus, naturally, near the sports arena and took about
fifteen minutes walking to get there.  Everybody was quiet for a few
minutes as we walked before Tim finally spoke up.

"Geez man. Where'd you learn to play like that? I never really liked any
kind of classical music before, or even heard the organ except in church at
funerals and stuff, but you changed all that today. It's hard to explain
what your playing did to me, but it changed me somehow...something inside
me when you were playing let go and I felt myself following this gentle
flow of life. It's like...I don't know ...like...everything's okay, back
off on people, myself, even my parents. I just can't explain it."

"I don't know. I don't want to bring you down or anything, but when I play
the organ something takes over me and I go into this trance like thing. I
guess I sort of 'connect' with the music and feel it where a lot of
musicians play it. That's the best answer I can give 'ya, but I'm glad it
meant something to you."

All this time Kenny had been quiet. I asked him what he thought; he looked
up at me, reached out and wrapped his fingers around mine, smiled, and
didn't say a word.

I shrugged my shoulders and we walked through through the front doors of
the Dojo. I could hear Justin's voice in the workout room. We took off our
shoes as was customary as a sign of respect. Walking into the back room, we
found some space at the edge of the mats and sat down to watch. Justin had
a class of fifteen high school students working out in an advanced
class. Seeing us he came over to say hi.

"Hi babe, how was class? You're out early."

"Yeah, the Professor let us all out early and gave us each an A for the
exam. Something about somebody's performance. It worked out great because
now we can go shopping and pick up a few clothes for Kenny here."

"That'll be fun. I might let the class go a few minutes early so we can get
going. You want to watch until then?"

"Sure! That would be great," Kenny piped up and said.

"Wow, another country heard from," said Justin. "Watch what we do Kenny,
maybe you'll be interested in learning how to do it."

"Okay."

Justin had all the students form a ring around him and then ordered them to
attack him five at a time. With lightning speed five students came at him
from all sides at once. Justin side stepped slightly as the first one
reached out to grab him and grabbing his hand, rotated him easily right
around his body and blocked two of the others, knocking the three of them
to the floor. At the same time he side stepped one of the other two coming
right for his right side, grabbed his chin with his left hand and laid him
on the floor as he swept the legs out from under the last person. All this
happened in about one second. The next five came at him and the same thing
happened, then the next five until all fifteen were coming at him
continuously. Justin was like the wind. He moved so gracefully, yet so
lethally that had these guys really been after him, none of them would have
survived his ability to avoid capture.

I came to me that each of us has a grace or ability that, with training,
can change others lives with little effort. All we have to do is to step
out and not be afraid to use it. That's the moment when I made the decision
to help Kenny out, but I would need to talk to Justin first.

Kenny and Tim were enamored with Justin and his abilities, as was
I. Kenny's lower jaw was almost hitting the floor when Justin came over and
asked him if he would be interested in learning Aikido.

"Man you bet I would! Would you teach me?"

"I sure would, and your brother too, if he would like to learn."

"That would be super. I can even get a raise if I get certified by you."

"I can arrange that."

"There's only one problem – I really can't afford to pay for both of us,
and still handle everything else at home."

"No worries matey, you keep on protecting my honey and everything is free
for both of you."

"Deal." Justin, Kenny and Tim all shook hands.

"Really! I feel like you guys are doing so much for us already without
adding more. I don't want to feel like a charity case or anything, but I
can't thank you enough. Kenny is my first concern though. His other
problems come first."

"First of all, you guys are not a 'charity case'. Second, what you are is
part of our extended family and family takes care of family. That goes for
your wife and little Billy. By the way, how does your wife feel about your
new job?"

"She understands that it's time consuming and that there are times that I
have to be away at night and on call 24/7, but I do my best to make it up
to her and Billy."

"Okay. I think we need to invite them over for dinner and get to know
them. How does she stand on the 'gay' issue?"

"Well...I'm not really sure; I need to talk to her. We're not supposed to
talk about our undercover jobs to anyone, even spouses, but this isn't
really an 'undercover' job per se, so I'll ask Don first about whether I
can discuss the issue with her and if he says okay, then I will and we'll
go from there. How's that?"

"Sounds good. I just don't want you to lose your marriage and a son over
your job because we're gay or you can't be at home with them all the time
or for some other reason. I'd rather have someone else assigned than have
that happen."

"I really appreciate that because I love her very much and I wouldn't want
to lose either of them. You are really thoughtful about others' feelings. I
wish more people were like you."

"I just know how I would feel in her position and want to give you the
opportunity to head off any potential problems before it's too late. Plus,
we can always work out things so that you have a little freedom to be a
husband, dad, and also a protector. You only live a mile away from us and
Billy's school is right smack dab in the middle, so it kind'a works out
good. Sometimes things work out for a reason."

"Thanks a lot...again. I'll have that talk with Don and then hopefully, my
wife. Then maybe we can all get together and get to know each other."

"Perfect! Let me know what happens."

"Okay, in the meantime what do we do with Kenny?"

"Well, we have him staying over tonight. Why don't I make a call and see
about tomorrow. Then let's take him shopping as soon as Justin gets home
from school."

"Sounds good. I'll take him downstairs to the playroom. He won't believe
the stuff you guys have down there to play with."

"He's gonna' love the arcade games. You guys go ahead and I'll make my
calls."

"All righty then!"

While the boys headed down to play and keep Kenny occupied, which I had no
doubt would not be a problem with our home arcade, I picked up the phone
and called Don.

I told him about the problem with Kenny at school, including his parents
and that he was at our house with his parent's permission for the night
with his brother. Basically I was plying him for some help with pushing
this principal into doing something about these bullies along with this
idiot coach. Then helping me with the parent issue as I found out more
about Kenny's home issues. He told me he'd make an "unexpected" visit to
the school right away as he was heading out anyway and take a few officers
with him to impress upon them the importance of the matter. He'd call me
later with how things went.

"Thanks once again Don. I don't know what I'd do without you 'dad'. You
know I love you very much, even as an in-law."

He laughed, made some smart aleck comment about crazy son-in-laws and said,
"call you later," and hung up.

I thought to myself, what a nut head he's become, but how much he's changed
lately since Donny and Jeff had become boyfriends. He seemed so happy now,
carefree and lively in his conversation, and somewhat of a smarty pants. I
guess I'll have to speak to him about that since I'm usually the joker of
the family.

Just then Justin sent a text message over my phone with the code telling me
he was on his way home from school and was five minutes away. We not only
still used our code system, but had perfected it to the point that it was
almost a language for those in our family, which seemed to be growing every
day. I was happy inside at that thought...my family was growing...

Justin walked in the door as I was lost in thought, walked over to me and
with a great big swoop, grabbed me around the waist, pulled me into him
tight and kissed me like it was our first time. Eventually I slid off the
side of his graceful face, laid my head on his shoulder and held him,
swaying side to side in harmony with the rhythm of our bodies.

Right about then the boys came upstairs and found us standing there in that
position, lost in each other's souls. Kenny looked at Tim with a lack of
understanding.

"Why do they hug each other so tight and kiss each other so much Tim? Mom
and dad never do. All they do is yell at each other...and me."

"I don't know how to explain all of this because you aren't quite old
enough yet to understand some things, but Doug and Justin are in love, just
like mom and dad were when they were when they first married. I'm sure they
did the same thing then. It's just that over time they fell out of love you
might say. Doug and Justin have something between them that is so strong
that I don't think anything will ever break the bond between them apart. I
think it's very beautiful and something that all couples should try to keep
in their marriage, gay, straight, or whatever their situation is. Do you
understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I can because I can almost feel what they're feeling just by watching
them. It's like they don't even know we're here. I want that for myself
someday when I meet the right person. How do you know when you meet that
person?"

"That's a tough question, and one best left for another time and
conversation because we have a surprise for you, if I can wedge something
between the love birds."

Kenny giggled at my comment and promptly marched over to his Uncle Doug...I
was now "Uncle Doug" to him...sneaked up behind me and, reaching around me,
began to tickle Justin, who flew out of my arms and landed on his butt on
the carpet. I turned around to see who the wise guy was and Kenny was on
the floor in stitches. He was wrapped up in a little ball, tears running
down his cheeks, laughing so hard no sounds came out of his mouth except a
few gurgles and a few attempts to try and catch his breath. He thought that
that was just about the funniest thing he'd seen in his entire life.

It was so good to see him laughing and playing a joke that I didn't have
the heart to get down and start tickling him back. All I could do was start
laughing. I was quickly joined by Justin as the three of us lost it and
ended up on the floor laughing, in tears and out of breath. It was just one
of those things that you start laughing and for some reason you can't stop;
and every time you think of it again, you start all over. It takes forever
to get over those, but laughter is the best medicine and I guess we all
needed some medicine right then.

Eventually we recovered, helped each other off the floor, hugged in one big
heap, and then announced the plans.

Jeff, Don...here's what's happening so far with Tim and Kenny. I brought
them up-to-date on everything, including my call to Don to see what he
could find out at the school about the kids, the teacher, etc., etc.,. They
said they were one hundred percent behind us and glad that Kenny was able
to stay with us for a few days so we could help him out. Then I said," well
then, who's up for some mall walking?"

A unanimous, "we are," resounded through the hallways and back again. "Okay
then, let's get going before the witches and bats come out and haul Kenny
away for dinner. We'll eat at the mall."

"Let's take my car. Last one in is a rotten egg!"

Everyone beat feet for the garage door and the car, me
included. Unfortunately for the rest of them, I was the last one in. As
soon as we were all in the car and I started to open the door I cut the
cheese with a loud, rip roaring fart. Darned if it didn't smell like rotten
eggs too. There was some slight reaction amongst the interior crowd,
something akin to some swearing – which I didn't appreciate – a few
comments about something that crawled up in there and died, one person
commented about the electric windows not working...oops...did I shut off
the child switch?...and finally Justin pulled out his phone to call 911. So
I offered to open the windows as a courtesy before we took off. I shut the
garage door with the switch and turned on the security system before we
sped off towards the mall. The guys in the back were still choking on
something, but didn't seem worried about much of anything, so I kept going.

We went to the biggest mall in the whole city where I parked near the
entrance. After we got inside, followed by some sort of strange odor, we
decided to get Kenny's stuff first, then go to eat in a restaurant that he
could pick out.

"Okay Kenny, where would you like to go first...jeans, sneaks, shirts, or
something else?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"You're getting some new clothes for school, some for play, some for the
pool, and whatever else you want," I replied.

He looked at Tim, confused since he'd never had new clothes before. Tim
nodded his head and told him in a sweet voice, "that's right bro, it's your
turn to be the special one. You're going to be staying with Doug and Jeff
at their house for a few days and they wanted you to have some new clothes
to wear."

Kenny had tears in his eyes as he hugged his big brother, then came over
and hugged me and Jeff. We both looked at each other and almost lost
ourselves, but regained our composure when Kenny saw a clothes store and
took off running. Our frowns turned into smiles and off we all went on the
adventure of the day. We went from store to store with Kenny trying on
jeans and shirts and sneakers and this and that until we were
exhausted. Finally he was satisfied with his selections, the color choices
and combinations, the sizes were perfect, and the sneakers and shoes fit
just right. This kid was going to make a good mate for some nice guy.

"Well buddy, you have enough yet?" I asked.

"Yes, this is so cool. I'll be the best dressed guy in school. I've never
had new clothes before."

"We know. That's why we wanted to get you some," Justin said. "It's time
you had a chance to live a normal life, whatever that is. But we all know
it doesn't involve being beaten up because you have old clothes or because
you're different. You're not any different than anyone else in your class,
except you'll be the guy wearing the new pink shirt and low rise jeans. We
may have to talk about that a little bit."

"Thanks guys, I love all of you, and especially my big brother," Kenny said
as he looked at him.

It was painfully obvious that Tim was not used to being treated with such
emotion and so openly by anyone. I had noticed this when Kenny had hugged
him before, but stored the thought away for a later conversation. I
remember thinking at the time that it was too bad to grow up so emotionally
starved for affection and in turn, not feel able to demonstrate that same
affection towards others in your life. I wondered how his marriage really
was.

"Kenny, one more decision from you...where would you like to eat?"

"Food too? Wow, this gets better and better. I really like Red Robin, but I
know it's too expensive, so we can just go to the mall food places or stop
at a fast food on the way home that would be all right with me. You guys
spent enough money on me as it is."

"Oh no," I said. "You're not getting out of it that easy. So pick one of
the restaurants. If you like Red Robin, it also happens to be our favorite
place and that's where we're going to eat."

"Okay, RR it is then."

Off we went, each of us lugging packages of clothes, shoes, jackets, and a
Wii with all the latest games...enough for another new kid...the thought
just occurred to me, where is this leading?

We were quite a sight at RR with all the bags and stuff, but the staff was
very nice and gave us a great spot to eat with lots of room. I sat back and
watched Kenny and Tim as Kenny showed him some of his new things...there
was a sparkle in his eye; I saw that same sparkle in Jeff and Don's eyes as
they held hands and gazed at each other, and I felt the same feeling when I
looked to my right and caught Justin looking at me. I don't know why I
deserved all this, but I felt warm inside as Juss reached over and
intertwined his fingers with mine.

I lifted our hands together and kissed the back of his hand and looked at
him with contentment in my eyes; looking back at me was the same.

Dinner over and all of us exhausted, we headed home. Kenny's head was
resting on Tim's shoulder and he had his arm around his waist. Tim seemed
to be much more comfortable than before and I hoped that he would open up
sometime and share with one of us what was going through his mind. It could
be a problem in a life or death situation like the one we had faced before
with the shooters.

We pulled into the garage, shut the door and alarmed the system for home
use. We had a habit of never getting out of the car until the door was shut
and the system engaged.

Finally, after dragging everything into the house, Kenny asked Tim what
they were going to do now.

"Kenny, do you trust Doug and the other guys by now and do you like them?"

"Yes Tim, of course I do. Why? What's happening? What are you doing? Are
you leaving without me?"

"Mom and dad have given permission for you to stay here for a few days
since I'm Doug's bodyguard and Doug has something in the works at school so
that things will be smoothed out for you there. So for a short few days
you'll be staying here with the guys. You have your own room, you don't
have school for the rest of the week, but there will be a tutor coming in
to home school you for the time you're out of school so you don't get
behind, and of course I'll be here a lot of the time. But I do have to go
home and make sure they're all okay. You wouldn't want me to make the same
mistake with Billy that our parents did with you would you?"

"No. I understand bro. As a matter of fact, I really like it here, and yes
I do like Uncle Doug and Justin and Jeff and Don. So will I see you
tomorrow?"

"First thing in the morning sport."

"Wow, no school and no bullies for a few days. How great is that."

Tim ruffled up his hair, kissed him on the forehead, said goodnight to
everyone, and headed home.

I went over to Kenny, pulled him up off the couch and gave him a quick hug.

"Everything okay sport?"

"Yeah, I've never been able to spend the night away from home before,
that's all. My parents wouldn't let me have any friends over because they
thought they were all gay."

"Shouldn't be a problem with staying over here, we are all gay! Does that
bother you? 'Cause it doesn't bother me. Guess what else, no parents!"

"You wouldn't believe how badly they treat me and talk down to me. They
make me feel like there's something wrong with me and that I don't deserve
to live. They want to send me to some place where I can be fixed. What do
they mean by fixed?"

"There's nothing wrong with you to begin with. You are made just perfect
and deserve the same treatment that your brothers and sisters get. It's not
you that needs to be fixed, it's your parents attitude that needs
fixing. They are not looking at the real you like we see, but instead are
afraid that others will talk about them and call them names and things like
that. Your parents are more concerned with what others think about them
than what they mean to you. So by fixing your problem, it fixes their
problem. There is a lot more to it than that, but that's a very simple
reason for why they might treat you the way they do. I know it's
complicated, but do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

He thought for a few seconds before his face lit up and he realized that
for the first time in his life he didn't have to be afraid of who he was,
he didn't need fixing...that he was free to be himself.

"I think I'm going to like it here Uncle Doug," he said with a smile.

"Good. Now let's show you your bedroom. It's downstairs near the game
room. I think you'll really like it."

"Cool."

After getting him settled into his bedroom and getting his new clothes all
dragged into the room, I started for the door. I was so tired from all that
happened today that I could just barely stand up and also I knew who was
waiting for me in our warm, snuggly bed.

Kenny met me at the door for one last hug. I swear, this kid went from zero
to a hundred overnight with the hugs, but I loved giving them and getting
them, and it was good that now he felt free enough to feel the same way.

"Thanks for everything Uncle Doug. I just can't believe that someone cares
enough to do all this for me when my own parents have never done the same
thing or even shown me the same affection. That's all I want from them is
to be accepted but they just don't understand and it really hurts me. So
thanks again, I love you and Uncle Justin. You guys are really good
together and I hope I can have what you guys do someday."

"That's pretty serious stuff coming from such a young guy, but you are more
mature than people give you credit for. Goodnight sweetie, sweet dreams."

I kissed him on the forehead and closed the door behind me.

I was so tired it was all I could do to make it to the waiting arms of my
wonderful babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, minus the spices, and the
animals, and the hay, the donkeys, etc.,etc. My clothes fell off me as I
stripped to my birthday suit and fell into my lover's waiting arms. I
snuggled back into him as the warmth of his body drew me in. Oh how I had
missed him all day and waited for this moment.

"You sure are an amazing person babe," he said. "You have such a big heart
for other people and their problems. You've already, in one day, made Kenny
such a happy kid, more sure of who he is and more confident that being gay
is okay."

"I just hope that we're there to help him through the rest of his problems
that go along with that confidence."

I turned my head and kissed Juss, which raised another issue. One I thought
I could muster up a little energy for. Apparently Juss was just as affected
because I felt him poking me in the rear with his expanding cock. He was
slowly sliding it up and down my crack and I was on autopilot as my legs
spread open enough for him to wedge his pole in a little closer as he kept
up the up and down piston movement in my ever widening butt cheeks.

"Oh babe, that feels so good. What else can you do with that thing?"

"Let me show you, or should I say, feel you, or you feel
it...or...something."

That's just how my day's gone too. "Ouch!" Juss had slapped me with his
hand right hard on my left cheek.

"Don't spoil the mood."

"Sorry."

"Just for that I'll have to kiss your ass."

"Oh baby! Let me turn over."

I rolled onto my stomach and spread my legs slightly just to give him
something to work for. In just a few seconds I felt a wet tongue working
its way around my muscled cheeks, searching for my hole like a heat seeking
missile. As he crouched behind me on his knees, I felt his tongue find its
mark and in response, I opened my cheeks with both hands and in went that
tongue. Right beside was a long, slender finger wiggling from side to side
as his tongue wet my crack in preparation for what I knew would be another
finger.

It didn't take long before I was needing more than a finger or two to fill
my chute. "Fuck me babe, it always feels so good with you inside me."

Within seconds, after a few spits on his tool to lube it up and get it good
and hard, I felt the head of his cock poking at my asshole, begging to be
let in.

I opened my legs just a little farther and slowly Juss entered me, an inch
at a time. This was the first time I had been fucked lying on my
stomach. It felt good as Juss started pushing his eight inches in and out,
bringing it all the way out to the tip and then plunging the whole tool
back in to the hilt until he was buried in my insides up to his pubes. I
slowly lifted my butt off the bed and backed up to meet his thrusts as they
came faster and faster. Meanwhile my hand was on my cock, stroking it
harder and harder until I was spewing cum all over the sheets. Almost at
the same time I could feel Juss' cock swell inside me in preparation for a
monster orgasm. I wanted to feel his sperm inside me, to have him claim me
as his own and nobody else's. Back and forth we went, my spasming colon
tightening and releasing his cock as he sped up, then slowed down, moving
his tool from side to side as if to drive it even deeper into my being.

Suddenly he couldn't take it any longer, and with several big blasts he
released his seed deep inside me, time and time again until he lay on my
back, spent from giving me his love.

We rolled onto our side, his hard cock still buried deep inside me, and
fell asleep just like that.

It was sometime late in the night, maybe two or three AM, Juss' cock had
pulled out from it's warm resting place and he had cleaned up the bed a
little and put a towel down where I had cum all over the sheets. I thought
I was dreaming about a threesome, when I woke to find Kenny slipping into
bed between us.

"What's the matter Kenny, couldn't sleep?"

"No. Everything is strange to me and I needed to be with someone familiar."

"Juss, do you mind if he sleeps with us for the rest of the night?"

"Naw, I don't mind if you're okay with it. We are naked though."

"Well, by the feel of things, so isn't Kenny.

"Thanks uncles, I won't try anything funny, I'm just cold and lonely by
myself."

"I think that to keep things right and separate it would be best if at
least we put on some boxers. I don't want Kenny getting the wrong idea
about boundaries. We have some here that'll fit him and we'll all talk
about it in the morning. Do you agree Juss and Kenny?"

"I think you're right," Juss said. "I'll grab a pair for all of us. Thanks
for saying something. I was feeling a little nervous about it to tell the
truth."

Kenny just wanted to fall asleep, so he pulled on the small pair of boxers
and then we all climbed back into bed. Only this time Juss and I cozied up
together and Kenny warmed himself against Juss.

So there we were, the three of us all cozy, snuggled up together, and
dozing back off to sleep. Who knows where this would lead, but right now I
didn't really care.

I HAD TO GET SOME SLEEP!
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Interesting ending, wouldn't you say. Stick around for the next chapter,
out hopefully, on time.

Thanks for the great comments that I'm getting back on this story. I really
appreciate your support in reading my writings and always welcome your
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blog or the comment section as well.  Barry