Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2009 01:54:28 -0500
From: mark corlis <mcnc1966@gmail.com>
Subject: In The Blink Of An Eye Chapter 7 College Section

In The Blink Of An Eye

Author's notes

Well here's Chapter 7 at last. I'm very pleased with the rewrite and hope my
readers will be as well. One of the most consistent critiques I've received
is the change from first person to third person narrative. I've acceded to
your wishes and returned to the more personal first person style. I
struggled with this chapter very hard.....writing, rewriting, and rewriting
again. Let me know what you think of the finished product.

I would like to highly recommend two stories I've been following. The first
is "Winging It" in the beginnings section by Pee Jay. The second is
"Granny's Pride and Joy" by Chris James in the adult/youth section. Both
authors have amazing stories going and I think you'll enjoy them as much as
I do. I find both writers to be fifty times as talented as I am!

Remember that this is a copyrighted work and no reproductions are permitted
without my permission.

If you are under 18, live in a small minded area where this story is
illegal, or have a problem with two men experiencing love and sex, then it's
time to leave.

Comments at mcnc1966@gmail.com are greatly appreciated.

And Now On With The
Show.............................................................


>From Chapter 6

Both boys were breathing extra heavily. Neither had experienced an orgasm as
the result of another's efforts. It was a mind-boggling experience. They
settled down and looked each other in the eyes. Smiles were huge. Brian took
hold of Roger's head and began yet another kiss. The world around them began
to disappear. Before it was totally gone, though, Brian heard a loud sound
from the direction of the road beside them. Looking that direction, he
hurriedly broke the kiss and turned ghost white.

"Oh fuck....................................................."


Chapter 7

"What's wrong, Brian?" Roger asked.

"My Dad...he....he's......," I stuttered. I couldn't even finish the
sentence. Life as I had known it was over for good. I did the only thing I
knew to do, and got back on Leo. Turning his reins away from Roger, we took
off at a full gallop toward the woods atop a nearby bluff.

Poor Roger was flabbergasted. He recognized the truck and trailer as my
dad's, and started to feel the sense of panic I was experiencing. "Jesus
Christ, what do we do now?" he thought to himself.

Not really knowing what to do, he reached out to the one person that could
guide us both. Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed a number quickly, and was
relieved to hear the familiar voice answer.

"Hello, number one son," his mother answered. "What's up?"

"I got a problem mom," he said in an alarmed tone.

"Are you OK? Are you hurt?" she asked frantically.

"Physically, I'm fine," he informed her. "Mentally remains to be seen. I
need your help figuring something out, mom."

Her curiosity was piqued now as her son rarely asked for advice. "OK, honey,
take a deep breath and start at the beginning."

Roger did as instructed and started relaying the earlier events. "Brian and
I were riding horses along a road on his farm. One thing led to another, and
we started kissing. There would have been no problem except his bigoted
father drove by and may have seen us. Brian freaked out and rode off. I
don't know whether to follow or cut my losses now."

"Roger Allen Thompson," his mother began, "since when have you ever run away
from someone in need, let alone someone you care about in need young man!"
Still cringing from being called by his full name, he kept listening to what
she had to say. "You've never shied away from a tough situation in your
life! Now shouldn't be any different." she admonished. "Do you like this
boy, son? I mean, really like this boy?"

Answering her was easy. "No doubt, mom. I like him more than I have ever
liked anyone. I know we've only known each other a short time, but I feel a
connection to him, a connection on so many levels."

"Well then, sounds like you've figured out what needs to be done then," she
said triumphantly. "Go do what you have to do, then why don't both of you
come back here for the weekend. It sounds like your friend could use a
hiding place for a while."

Roger smiled at his mom's wisdom and her new idea. "Thanks, mom. I knew you
could help me." Without waiting for a reply, he closed the phone and steered
his horse toward the bluff. He was now confident that all would be fine.

I rode as fast as I could, reaching the bluff in record time. After securing
Leo to a tree, I climbed atop a large group of rocks, my body still
trembling badly. Pressing my knees to my chest, I grabbed my bare feet and
began to rock. I thought it would calm me down, but that didn't happen. I
had to think, think of how to fix this fucked up situation. I really
shouldn't have had to do anything, but with a father like mine something was
gonna have to happen to keep me under his roof. Words began to flood my
mind, words that would describe my life after he got ahold of me. Homeless,
broke, bruised, bloody, and dead were only a few of the better terms I
thought of. Tears flowed to the extreme, and nothing I did seemed to slow
them down. A slow, plodding sound nearby momentarily got my attention, and I
could see Roger riding up on Georgie. I turned back around and disappeared
back into my dark world.

Some how, Roger survived the dismount from Georgie and cautiously approached
me. Placing a hand tentatively on my shoulder, he said, "It's gonna be OK. I
don't know how at this moment, but I know it's gonna work out in the end."

"How the fuck would you know?" I exploded. "Do your parents hate you? Does
your father want you dead because you're not like him? No, I don't think so.
You have no idea what I'm feeling right now, and don't pretend that you do!"

"You're right, Brian. I don't have any idea. Ya know what though? You can go
fuck yourself with that attitude. I do know a few things. First, there's two
of us now on the front line. I was there too, remember? You think he's gonna
let me off the hook? Second, I don't think you've faced any problems with
someone that likes you as much as I do standing with you. You're not gonna
have to battle alone, Brian. You've got me, my parents, and Aunt Billie
right behind you. If you fall, we'll catch you. If you charge, we'll follow.
Don't think for one second, though, that I'm gonna be your punching bag
because I want us to become special to each other, " he raged.

I was stunned. I didn't think he had it in him, but I was certainly wrong!
Still, my mind couldn't get past a couple of the things he said. "You want
to be special to me?" I asked shyly.

"I've never wanted anything more, " he replied quickly. "I don't really know
how to explain it, Brian. All I can say is I like you, and I wanna see where
things go from here."

The hated blush began again, accompanied by lots of tears. "You don't need
to be in my fucked up life, Roger. You need to run now, and let me handle my
problems."

"Bullshit! Not a chance my friend," he said as he stepped closer. "I know
when something is worth fighting for, and it's right in front of me." By the
time that statement was done, he had wrapped his arms around me from behind.
"Whatever happens, it's you and me together."

I shivered at his touch, even though I had never felt warmer. I leaned my
head against his chest and momentarily enjoyed our closeness. "You're outa
your fucking mind. You do know that, right?"

He smiled down at me. "Maybe so, but it changes nothing!" He moved onto the
rock next to me and used strength I didn't know he had to pull me into his
lap. Once his arms were back around me, I put my head on his shoulder and
sobbed away, partly from fear and partly from shocking happiness. Everything
came rushing out in one deluge of crying.

"Shhh shhh, c'mon now. Let it all out, cutie. We're gonna be just fine," he
comforted. By this time, my arms were holding him as tightly as his had me.
I never wanted to let go.

The next few minutes were occupied by a perfect silence. It said everything
we needed to say to each other and more. His grip on me never wavered,
rocking me back and forth while whispering sweet words of encouragement. I,
finally, raised my head to look in his eyes. They were so beautiful. His
gaze into mine was no less penetrating. I cupped the right side of his face
in my hand, observing the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. I leaned into
him and placed a soft, slow peck on his lips.

Before I could move backward, though, he'd grabbed my head, pulling our lips
tight together. Tongues immediately darted out, wrestling each other
urgently. My body went limp and I surrendered to his most pleasurable
attack. When we finished, I buried my face in his chest. He laid down on the
rock's flat surface, pulling me to his chest. With our arms tight around
each other and our legs tangled together, we fell fast asleep.

While we slept, my father brooded. "A fucking faggot!  A god damn fucking
faggot!" he kept repeating. He'd obviously seen us, and was figuring out how
to make my worst nightmare come true. The options were many, and he had a
long time to consider his best action. "Gotta set that fat, one legged bitch
straight, first, " he decided. The rest would come in time.

I opened my eyes to find a huge full moon looking down on us. "Where the
fuck am I," was my first thought. I felt a pair of bare feet rub against
mine and knew I was still in Roger's strong arms. I tightened my grip on him
and snuggled closer. I didn't know how, but lying against his amazing chest,
I knew everything was gonna be OK.

As I was contemplating possible positive outcomes, I noticed something
pressing against my thigh. It was pressing very insistently, and was quite
hard. I ran my hand down behind my thigh, my hand ending up against Roger's
rock hard cock. I pulled my hand back quickly, afraid he would think I was
taking advantage of him. Curiosity got the better of me, though. I got
myself outa Roger's arms and examined the tent. He must've been hard as
steel because his jeans looked like they were about to explode! Looking to
make sure he was still sound asleep, I extended my hand and began groping
its length. It was hot, and I could feel it throbbing as I rubbed my hand
across it. My own heart raced, and a light sheen of sweat began to cover my
body. Every jack off fantasy I had ever come up with couldn't compare with
this. I bunched the denim up the best I could, and began to lightly jerk his
shaft. Roger never stirred except to let out a slight moan. For several
minutes, I ran my hand tightly across his hardness, noticing how it reacted
differently to every angle I used to stimulate it. As my stroke neared the
peak of his cock, his sleeping body would stiffen and tremble, sending a
thrill of satisfaction through my entire being. It made me happy that I
could please him in this way, but what other things could I do to make him
feel wonderful?

The first mission successful, I became more brave than I'd ever been before.
I released his now wet crotch and took hold of the button securing his
waistband. I undid it carefully, pulling it so the zipper opened wider as I
moved the area apart. When it hit the end, I peeled both ends back, opening
his crotch to my gaze. His pubic hair was very light colored, and neatly
trimmed. I ran my hand through the closely cropped bush, tugging at several
of the cute blonde curls as I went. I could see the beginning of his pulsing
shaft, its thickness being similar to mine. I ran my finger over the exposed
flesh, taking in its warmth. The little bit I'd touched felt spongy, yet
steel hard. It was a feeling I'll never forget, but touching him with only
on finger wasn't good enough now. Inhaling deeply, I grabbed ahold of him
and brought his manhood to the surface.

I examined it closely, moving my head to take in all possible views. It was
absolutely perfect. A large vein ran up the backside of it from his pubic
area all the way to the head. I could feel the blood coursing through it as
I traced it with my thumb and forefinger. My fingers followed it to the
wide, flared head, which had no foreskin, so the incredible, angry red
corona was plainly in view. Pre cum drops were forming at the tip, and
running slowly downward.I ran a finger through the shiny fluid, causing it
to cascade onto the now pulsing shaft.  As the largest of the drops fell,
something came over me. I leaned forward and scooped it up with my tongue. I
felt Roger tense momentarily as my tongue made contact. The taste wasn't
bad, kinda sweet actually, but I would have found any fluid from his body
sweet right then. Another drop formed quickly, so I grasped his cock firmly
and rolled my tongue slowly across the slit. I savored every bit of sweet
juice that leaked out. His body tensed longer this time, and the unconscious
moan much louder. I froze, pausing until his breathing return to normal.
Feeling the hot, tight skin under my tongue only increased my desire for
more. I did what I knew felt good to me, and began to jack his meat harder.

I began moving my hand up and down on his shaft. I used my thumb at the
head, rolling it over his dripping pee slit. I felt trembles of delight in
both his body and mine as I slowly teased the excited flesh. The pre cum was
coming faster now, and the earlier tastes made me greedy for more. I needed
it all and was determined to have it. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I
slid the head in slowly, closing my lips around the flared underside. It
felt different than I expected, but still amazing. I moved my mouth down
further, taking it in as far as I could. My nose came to rest mere
millimeters from his pubes. I figured with a bit more effort, I could
swallow the whole thing. I closed my mouth tightly around it, and ran my
tongue all over the pulsing shaft until I'd pulled all the way off of it.

"Not too bad, " I decided while savoring the flavor. It was like sucking on
an ice pop, maintaining suction to get all the juice out.  My mouth returned
and went down a little farther this time, nearly getting the entire organ in
my throat that time. Reading on the Internet had given me what little
knowledge I had about giving head. "Keep the teeth outa the way, and breath
through your nose" I thought while moving back up the shaft. This time,
though, I didn't come all the way off. I released the vacuum I had created
and moved back down, immediately re-establishing a hard suction. The taste
and the pulsing were making my own dick grow quite hard and wet. I had never
experienced anything so erotic in my minor sexual life. I stopped long
enough to release my own turgid organ, jacking it lightly while continuing
to suck up and down on Roger's now profusely oozing monster.

I was really getting into it when a voice cried, "Oh God! Oh God! Don't
stop!" I smiled with my mouth full of cock and began moving lower on his
shaft. I turned slightly to see Roger sitting up on his elbows, a look of
pure ecstasy on his face. I released his shaft from my mouth, using only the
tip of my tongue to lap at his pre cum gushing slit. I flipped back and
forth over it several times, being rewarded with another tangy glob at every
pass. Watching Roger's eyes roll back in his head only made me more
determined to make him see stars. I resumed sucking up and down at greater
speeds. Reaching into his wide-open jeans, I fondled his smooth balls, still
a bit sticky from our horseback encounter. I rubbed them together while
continuing to let my mouth travel down his engorged member. I used my tongue
to tease the large vein on the underside while leaving my lips tight around
his hardness. That hardness seemed to become more distressed by the second.
He reached new sensory highs when I broke off the blow job and licked down
the backside of his steel hard shaft. I playfully snapped at it as I
continued moving south. When I reached his hairless sack, I licked all over
it, lifting it in my hand to allow access to every part of it. The sharp,
slightly sweaty taste added to the electrical high I was already
experiencing. I licked each ball tenderly, taking them into my mouth one at
a time. As I rolled them around with my tongue, I heard the sharp intake of
breath and felt leg muscles extend. I sucked on his nuts until his sack was
soaking wet with my saliva, which combines with the now rampantly flowing
pre cum was making quite a mess of his groin area. I resumed my northbound
licking, once again closing my mouth over his swollen head and moving slowly
down. As I approached the end of his length, I slammed down faster, allowing
his cock to slip into my massaging throat. That was all it took for my
reward to begin its journey home.

Roger moaned and moaned until he fell over the edge of the cliff. "Fuck! I'm
gonna......." was all he managed to utter before his cock expelled a huge
spurt of thick, warm, salty fluid into my mouth. It was followed by five
equally large offerings, leaving me struggling to swallow it all. I got most
of it, but a bit escaped and ran from my chin down onto my neck. The body
underneath was tight and trembling. Moans of pure pleasure resonated loudly
from his lips. Once the flow ebbed, I kept sucking until I was sure that no
more was coming. Slowly, Roger's breathing returned to normal and I let his
spent cock slip from my mouth.

"Holy shit," was all he could manage to say at first. I moved back up his
body, returning to my place on his chest. Our arms locked tightly around
each other once I was settled.

"Was that OK?" I asked nervously.

"OK doesn't begin to describe it! That was fucking fantastic!" he said
pulling me tighter to him. He sat us up and locked our faces together in a
deep kiss. We shared the cum I had left in my mouth between ourselves
greedily. It was the hottest, most spine tingling kiss we'd ever shared.
When it was done, he lifted my chin and licked up the trail of sperm that
had run down my neck, then returned us to an equally powerful kiss.

When the kiss was done, our surroundings became more evident to me. The moon
was high in the sky and I knew we'd been out later than we should have.

"We'd better get a move on," I said reluctantly. "Wonder what time it is?"

Roger retrieved his cell phone and opened it. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Double
fuck! It's nine thirty and I've got no signal up here. Mom's gonna kick my
ass!"

With that said, I grabbed his hand and led us back to the horses. I got him
back on Georgie and I jumped atop Leo. Holding one of Georgie's reins, I led
us as quickly as possible back to the barn. Signal returned to the phone and
Roger checked for angry voicemails. Finding none, he passed on to me that
his mom had invited me to stay with them for the weekend. I readily agreed,
feeling joy that the inevitable battle with my father would be delayed. We
got the horses settled and moved back into the house.

"Have fun, sugar?" Aunt Billie said when we entered.

"Tons," I replied, grinning slyly at my blushing boy.

The events of earlier came back quickly, though. "We've got a problem, Aunt
Billie." I took a deep breath and continued. "We were riding along the north
fence and, well, we started kissing. When I looked up, dad was passing by
and I'm pretty sure he saw us."

Billie carefully considered what she'd been told. "Brian, he was gonna find
out sooner or later, but now sure wasn't the right time. Lemme think about
this, I'll come up with something to handle that dumb bastard," she
reassured.

The weight passed back off my shoulders. If anyone could break dad, it was
Billie. She must've had something brutal on her, because he didn't screw
with there one iota.

"I've been invited to spend the weekend with Roger and go to school from
there Monday. Do you have a problem if I go?" I asked.

"Normally I would, but under the circumstances I suppose it'd be a good
idea," she said, thinking of how to handle things the whole time.

"Thanks, Aunt Billie," I said while wrapping her up in a hug.

"Get your things together and get on outa here. You two take care of each
other and cover your backs. I support you both, but for God's sake be a bit
more careful next time."

"Yes ma'am!" we both responded, then turned to get my stuff.

Once she was sure the boys were out of earshot, Billie picked up the phone
and dialed a number. On the second ring, a voice answered and she began
speaking.

"Johnny? This is Billie Markham. I'm sorry for disturbing you, but the
arrangement we discussed earlier, would you put it into place bright and
early Monday morning?" She paused for a response and then continued. "Bless
you, Johnny. I'll send a ranch hand to pick up the new papers later that day
then. Send Mildred and the kids my love. Bye now." Once the call was
complete, she was sure that things wouldn't be so bad.

We furiously gathered my stuff up, trying to rush out before dad made an
appearance. Once it was all packed, we went back to Aunt Billie and gave her
big hugs and kisses.

"I love you, mom," I whispered in her ear while hugging. She gripped me
tighter and small tears fell from her eyes. She took both Roger's and my
closest hand and kissed them while squeezing tightly.

"You boys get outa here now, and call me tomorrow," she instructed while
wiping her eyes.

We nodded and moved toward the door. We paused long enough for me to get my
flops and for Roger to retrieve his shirt and sneakers. Neither of us got
dressed, because we were filthy from the ride. I started the car and we
headed out before my father was remotely close by.

"TAP TAP TAP." The obscene noise roused me from my dream world and scared
the shit outa me. I looked over to see Laney tapping on the glass.

"What the fuck is your problem bitch?" I said after rolling the window down.
"You scared the hell out a me, ya know."

"Chill out, douche. I've been trying to get your attention for a while now
and you were off in la la land," she snapped.

"Ya know what, Laney? Grow the fuck up or leave me the fuck alone from now
on," I wretched. Memories of the past always put me in a foul mood. I wasn't
mad at Laney in the least, but she had the honor of being in the wrong place
at the right time.

"Whatever asshole! See ya round," she said and walked away quickly.

I felt like instant shit. If there was anyone that had stood by me through
the years, it was Laney. She was my best friend, my protector, and a
shoulder to cry on. I couldn't believe I had just thrashed her so hard.
"This one's gonna be hard to fix," I cringed thinking. When Roger and I got
close, she never questioned it, only showed support and love for both of us.
Feeling like an even bigger dog now, I got outa the car and headed to my
classroom.

I found the right room, and moved forward in the auditorium style room to
find a seat up front. The professor was already there, and began speaking
once everyone got seated. He circulated an attendance form and a copy of the
course syllabus. Once everyone had the proper papers, he went over the class
rules, which books we would need, and the grading system. It was all routine
and boring to me. The good thing, though, is he dismissed class as soon as
he was sure we all understood how the class was gonna be.

I exited rapidly, fishing a smoke outa my pack when I got outside. I lit it
while walking, reaching my car a few moments later. Looking at the time, I
realized I had almost two hours before I had to retrieve Brandon, so I laid
my head back in the seat to enjoy my smoke. My thoughts, of course, wandered
back to where I was before Laney interrupted.

Roger lived about twenty-five minutes from me in a neighborhood filled with
professional working people. His father was the manager at a large
manufacturing plant in the area. The salary he earned was probably ten times
the average wage in our county. His mother had landed a job as the counselor
at a nearby elementary school. Their house was large and luxurious. Coming
from California, the money from selling their house had afforded them the
opportunity to buy a house for cash in Asheville's finest neighborhood. It
must have been at least six thousand square feet or more. A wrought iron
fence that was supported with large stone columns surrounded it. In the
middle of two of those columns was a remotely operated gate. Roger hit a
button on his key remote and the gate swung open. We drove onto a large,
circular brick driveway. In the middle of the circle was a bronze fountain
surrounded by lush flowering plants. The walkway from the drive led to two
large wooden doors sporting heavy lion head knockers. Roger led me forward
by the hand, practically pulling me inside.

I felt like a complete scumbag once we were inside. We were standing there
shirtless, our bare feet coal black from farm dirt. We must've looked like a
couple of skid row bums trying to sneak in for a hot meal. My boy sensed my
discomfort, and instructed me to wait for him there. He disappeared
somewhere into the bowels of the house. Looking around, I was standing below
a chandelier that must have had five thousand crystals hanging from it. A
large staircase wrapped around the lavish light fixture, revealing what
appeared to be three floors. The floors were a deep colored wood and the
walls were adorned with various paintings. I could smell food coming from
somewhere when Roger returned, and led me upstairs.

"I told mom and dad we were gonna soak for a while and then we'd be down to
meet them," he explained. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

There were in fact three floors, with Roger occupying the entire third
floor. We came to a sitting type room at the top. A large flat screen TV was
attached to the far wall, and I could see all the latest electronic gadgets
set up with it. Another wall had a built in shelf that boasted many DVD's
and video game CD's. I was in awe of the first room until we entered Roger's
room. It was the size of five of my bedrooms. The centerpiece was a king
size waterbed on a six foot pedestal. The headboard was adorned with a large
mirror and several deep bookshelves. This was my dream room!

"Why don't we go get cleaned up and then deal with the rents," Roger
suggested.

"I've got a better idea," I snickered. I moved toward him and laid a huge
lip lock on him. Our tongues dueled once again and our arms wrapped tightly
around one another. We went until oxygen became an immediate necessity.

"Now we can get cleaned up," I said with an evil grin on my face. He just
stood there a moment with his eyes closed, a huge smile coming on as he
slowly opened them.

Taking me by the hand, he led me through a nearby door. The bathroom was
another breath taking room. The floors and vanities were decked out in a
light brown granite. A spa tub that could fit five people comfortably stood
on a raised platform with a stand up shower stall next to it. I could see
showerheads on all three walls. The whole thing was encased in glass with
designs etched on it. Roger stepped over to the tub, and began running water
into it. After adjusting the water temperature, he plugged the drain and
began to undress.

I know I had blown him just recently, but the thought of seeing him nude
made me nervous. I froze and just watched. His chest was more chiseled than
mine, the pecs defined and a nice six-pack visible. The biceps bulged out
enough to make his arms look strong and manly. The lack of fat on his body
made his ribs and collarbones slightly visible, but you could see the
ribbons of muscle covering them. Turning his back toward me, he dropped his
jeans and I inhaled sharply. The only way I can describe his ass is to call
it perfect. Nice round cheeks, and not a hair in sight. It was the
stereotypical inverted heart, and it made hard as a rock! I didn't even
notice he'd turned around to face me.

"You planning on joining me?" he asked?

You guessed it.......the blush came roaring back. I wasted no time, standing
naked with my hard cock pointing straight out in about five seconds. A pearl
of pre cum stood perched on the tip.

"Much better, " he purred. After placing a light kiss on my lips, he closed
his hand around my shaft and slowly ran it upwards along my length. When he
reached the head, his fingers captured the pre cum, ending up in his mouth.
"Tasty," he cooed. Taking my hand in his, we moved over to the now full
bathtub.

He urged me forward, so I stepped up and entered the wonderfully hot water.
After turning on the whirlpool jets, he followed right behind me. He sat
down and pulled me between his open legs. Arms and legs wrapped around me
and I could feel his hardening cock stabbing at my lower back. For a moment,
he just rubbed his face across my back, his arms tightening further. Soft
kisses were planted up and down my back and neck. I shivered at his
stimulation, feeling like my cock was gonna take off like the space shuttle.
His hands dragged across my chest, over my shoulders, and fingernails
lightly teased down my spine. I don't think my nipples had ever been more
erect! Reaching into a nearby compartment, he withdrew a fluffy sponge,
cucumber melon body wash, and a bottle of Nexus shampoo.

The sponge was quickly submerged, then rung out over my head. The water ran
down my chest like rivers of electricity, leaving a trail of goose bumps
along the way. Two more times and my hair was totally soaked. He squeezed
out a small amount of shampoo and began to massage it into my scalp. Fingers
and nails stroked in circular motions across my scalp causing moans of
contentment to escape my lips. Starting at my forehead, his fingers would
begin moving in small, tight circles, crawling backwards through my hair,
bringing every follicle to attention, and finishing up by grazing my neck
slightly. All tension drained from my body, being replaced by feelings of
total bliss. My body was excited beyond belief, experiencing feelings that
it never had before. At that very moment, Roger was the center of my
universe. My temples, and ears received equal attention, with his tongue
joining in the sensory party. Now that my scalp was electrified, my nipples
were hard enough to cut diamonds, and my ears blushed with sexual heat, he
rung the sponge out over me once again. It was an unbelievably erotic
feeling that did anything but cool me off. My cock had grown hard enough
that the head was peaking up from the depths of the agitating waters.

With my head now clean, Roger moved me to the next seat over. He stared at
me seductively while covering the sponge with bath gel. Rubbing and
squeezing until it was very sudsy, he lightly drew it across my chest. I
took a deep breath and held it. The sponge moved across my nipples, causing
that deep breath to explode out. The nipple contact caused the tingling
feeling in my scalp to charge throughout my body. Muscle tension that had
disappeared during the hair washing returned with a vengeance. Sensing his
erotic torture was having an effect, he ran the sponge over my nipples
repeatedly. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to yell out in
pleasure. Once he figured I'd been beat up enough, he continued across my
shoulders and neck. Every stroke of the porous material brought me closer to
heights never imagined. I attempted to capture his face for a kiss, but he
reacted to quickly for me to be successful.

My hand now in his possession, he extended my left arm. Starting at my arm
pit, he began the washing anew. Feelings of ticklishness set in, causing
certain sensations to die, but awakening an urgency in my balls that wasn't
there before. Noticing the change in my demeanor, my evil body washer
lingered until I thought my scrotum would explode. Never missing a beat, he
continued upward until my wrist was reached. Pausing momentarily, he spread
my fingers apart and rested my hand on the soapy sponge. Taking ahold of my
pointer finger, he inserted the digit until it was fully within his mouth,
then began a slow retreat, culminating in his tongue fluttering over the
very tip. Each and every finger on both hands got the same treatment, then
were washed carefully. The feeling overloaded my nervous system, causing my
eyes to flutter. My cock strained for release, a battle I waged against with
fearsome resolve. Rinsing the soap from the newly cleansed area, he pulled
me to a standing position and turned me around. I felt his tongue make
contact between the shoulder blades, then drag down my spine, playfully
taunting with each ever slower move downward. Guttural moans involuntarily
sang out from my lips. My eyes clenched tightly closed, disappearing in to
the ocean of spots dancing behind my eyelids. Pre cum generously lubed the
near purple head of my cock. I craved release, and Roger worsened things by
taking tight hold of my tortured member.

Turning me back around so my never so hard manhood pointed straight at him,
he squirted a generous amount of gel directly on it and began to massage it
in. As I felt my balls began to pull closer to my body, I saw him reach
behind his back. I knew what he was doing, and it registered as unacceptable
in my brain. I grabbed his arm, submerging it to rinse the soap off. I
stared him dead in the eye.

"I want you so badly I can't stand it, babe, but not here, not like this."

He smiled and moved closer. I was able to capture his face this time, and
pulled him in for a slow, deep kiss. While our tongues fenced, I moved my
hand to his nipple and began tweaking. I could feel his lips jump on mine
with each maneuver I made. When I increased the pressure, he straddled my
leg and pushed his mouth much harder against mine. His erect dick dragged up
my thigh, and I released his nipple to take a firm hold of it. Our kissing
urgency increased once again, as I began to twist my hand up and down the
firm shaft. I used my flat palm to rub over his balls. I let my fingertips
dance over the skin behind them, applying steadily harder pressure to the
sensitive area. Roger must have liked what I was doing. He let a vibrating
groan loose into my mouth and ground his pelvis hard on my thigh. I knew
that now was the time to move into the bedroom, so I hoisted Roger up,
carrying him away with his arms and legs wrapped around me.

I threw us down on the bed, sliding my dripping wet body against his. Our
crotches ground together, increasing the lustful fire burning between us. I
pumped harder against him, showering his neck with kisses and bites. The pre
cum flowed freely, enabling our cocks to glide effortlessly against each
other. I kissed down his neck once more, rubbing my lips across his hairless
skin. Reaching an already erect nipple, I encased the nub in my teeth,
lightly nipping and pulling at it. Roger squirmed beneath me, pulling my
mouth tighter to him. Wanton groans flew out of his mouth, and grew ever
more primal. I released to eraser like nub and started licking my way down
his stomach.

After slowly using my tongue to drive his ticklish spots into a frenzy, I
reached his straining member. Having no intention of touching it, I bypassed
the area and carefully bit my way down his leg. I paid special attention to
the back of his knees, the contact driving him nearly off the bed. I moved
lower down, tonguing my way over the sole of my foot and sucking each toe
completely into my mouth. I felt them curl while I attended to them, and
heard more of the noises of pleasure fill the room.

Completing the foot, I moved to the other leg and ran the entire process
again in reverse. Yet again, my mouth stood perched at his fully erect
member. I paused momentarily to admire its shape and observe the nonstop
flow of pre cum now exiting it. It would have to wait for attention, as I
had other, and what I hoped would be more pleasurable, ideas in mind. I
teased around his pubic hair, letting him think the release he so wanted was
close at hand.

Instead of going with his idea, though, I took ahold of his thighs and
pushed them upward until his knees met his chest. The object of my desire
was now fully in view for the first time. I stared at his hairless, virgin
hole. It was slightly purple on the outer ring, leading to a bright pink
center. Small wrinkles surrounded it, as the sphincter tightened and
released with his growing excitement. I began by tonguing and nipping at his
perfect globes. I moved ever so slowly across them, teasing them to full
arousal. I licked across the edges of his crack, building anticipation more
and more. I finally couldn't stand it and ran my tongue across his pucker.
It tightened dramatically upon contact, and I slowly licked around it until
it began to relax. In a small, round motions, I swirled the ring until my
tongue was planted dead center.

I licked and teased his entrance with all the speed I could muster. Jabbing
and poking, I slowly managed to penetrate the guarded entrance. Moving my
tongue around wildly once I got in, his ring began to gradually release.
Soon I was buried fully within, my lips snugly pressed up to the outermost
edges.  Satisfied I had loosened things up a bit, I withdrew from his hole
and stuck my pointer finger into my mouth. I made sure it was coated to
excess, then brought it back to Roger's now soaking entrance. Slowly, but
insistently, I inserted the tip, pausing to allow adjustment to the new
invader. The wait was only a few moments, and my finger was fully inside
him. I moved it back and forth, trying to stretch and widen for things to
come. He groaned and wriggled violently, only encouraging to finger him
harder. I added a second finger to the mix, and continued the preparation. I
found a small, hard bump within, and noticed his cock jump every time I
touched it. I made this spot my new target, hitting it with increasing
accuracy each time my fingers dove inward. I kept up this assault until
Roger's navel was overflowing with pre cum. Things seemed to be as ready as
I was able to get them.

I rose from my knees, found my overnight bag, and withdrew a tube of
Astroglide I had purchased of jacking off. Returning to my boy, I rolled him
over on his stomach and tucked his knees beneath him. His virgin rear was
now mine for the taking. I coated my fingers with the slippery lube, holding
it for a moment until it warmed up. I then smeared it over his hole,
penetrating him with the fingers to drive some inside. I, then, applied a
liberal coat to my aching member, nearly losing it while rubbing it around.
At long last, the moment was upon us.

I stood behind him and rested the head against his sphincter. I was nervous
as hell about hurting him, and vowed, in my mind, to be ultimately patient.
Pushing forward slightly, my earlier preparations paid off and the head
slipped easily inside him. I froze in place after hearing him inhale deeply.

"You OK, baby?" I asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," he reassured. "Just stay still a moment and then push more in."

I did as asked. After a few stop and starts, my balls rested comfortably
against his perfect ass cheeks. Slightly adjusting my positioning, I pulled
back until only the head was held tightly within his ring. I pushed back in,
not stopping until I bottomed out. I felt my cock make contact with the
bump, and knew I'd hit it when the lustful moans began to reappear.

"Whatever you're doing, don't stop," he said, breathing heavily.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I withdrew speedily and re-entered
with equal speed. Giving him no time to recover, I continued pounding
without mercy. His moans became flat out screams of pleasure, and his
fingers dug deeply into the sheets. Often he had to bury his face in a
pillow to keep from being heard outside the door. I was enjoying myself
immensely. My young body was lit up like a Christmas tree and threatened to
explode at any second. The one thing I was missing was watching my lover's
face as I drove deep within him. I longed to see the pleasure in his eyes,
as much to let me know I was doing a good job as anything. I withdrew my
quaking cock from his rectum, and motioned for him to get on his back.

I placed his ankles on my shoulders, then lined up for reinsertion. I wasted
no time plowing into him at full speed. Seeing his face now, I saw the
momentary look of shock that turned rapidly to a look of sheer pleasure. I
withdrew completely, punching back in again. His expression was only of
enjoyment, no sign of pain. I began pummeling his hole yet again. The bump
was in the direct line of fire, so I was able to hit it on both the in and
out strokes. I rapidly learned to ease my speed as I passed over this spot,
feeling great joy when my boy's eyes rolled back in his head. Soon enough,
though, my need for release began to govern all my actions. I fucked with
greater and greater speed, trying to satisfy my body's most basic need. The
sound of my balls slapping his firm cheeks grew louder as I pumped harder.
Roger's hands clutched my arms tightly, squeezing until his fingernails
began to dig into my flesh. His groans became more insistent as I approached
the point of no return.

With a yell of, "Fuck Fuck Fuck," Roger's cock sent five ropes of hot, stick
semen flying between our bodies. My pumping action only served to spread it
all over both of our stomachs. His orgasm also began a ripple effect within
his asshole, causing it to dramatically tighten around me. It was just too
much. With one more pump inward, I exploded, sending what felt like the
biggest load I'd ever let loose spewing within him. I held my groin against
his ass, trembling and gasping as my orgasm ran its course. Roger released
his legs, wrapping them tenaciously around me as if he wanted my cock
deeper.


Once things calmed a bit, I leaned forward and joined our lips together.
With my cock still deeply buried in his leaking asshole, I held him tight
while our tongues did their dance of love. We'd shared the ultimate gift
together, and I felt we'd be one forever. The kiss went on and on, the two
of us hungrily devouring each other. My cock finally retreated during the
make out session and made a plopping noise when slipping from his
well-fucked hole. I looked down to see it had taken on the shape of my
girth, hanging open and angry red. My load ran freely down his ass and
dripped onto the bedroom floor. I worried that his ass was now gaping
forever, but decided against mentioning it. I pulled him into my lap and we
began our kissing session anew. I had never felt more love for anyone in my
life, not a relative, not even a close friend. The man curled up in my lap
was the new focus of my life, and my heart was his to hold. I was head over
heels and went willingly over the cliff.

After cuddling for a little while, we noticed the wall clock and realized
we'd been at it for over an hour. I got nervous, figuring the parents would
be up to discover us at any moment.

"Guess we should finish up," I said quietly.

"Probably should," he agreed. Funny thing was, neither of us moved a muscle.
We were one and never wanted the moment to end.

All good things must come to an end, though. We reluctantly separated and
cleansed our bodies of all sexual evidence. While the bath drained, we
lovingly dried each other, stopping often to kiss lovingly. We put on our
boxers and t-shirts, combed our hair, then brushed are teeth. The tub was
checked to make sure no incriminating evidence was left behind, and then we
went to meet my boy's parents.

The meeting was quick and painless, as exhaustion had invaded both of our
bodies. They were warm and welcoming, a sea change from my father. Noticing
we were both dog-tired, they dismissed us with the promise of a large
breakfast in the morning. We trudged upstairs and fell into bed, my body
spooned to Roger's with my arms wrapped around him.

Before drifting into the fog of a glorious sleep, he turned to me and said,
"I love you, Brian."

"I love you too," I added quickly.

We drifted off wrapped in the warmth of our tangled bodies and our connected
hearts.


While Roger and I fell deep asleep, my father finally arrived home. After
seeing to the mares he had gone to pick, he stormed into the house and found
Billie still awake.

"Where's my son and his sissy boy lover?" he asked sarcastically.

"Not here," was all she said without looking up.

"Where are they? I wanna get things fixed up while we still have a chance."

"Too late, Andrew," Billie exclaimed triumphantly. "He's gone to stay with
Roger and his family for the weekend."

"You let him go with that faggot?" he barked. "You stupid, fat, one legged
whore monger!" His eyes were cold with hate as he gazed upon her.

Billie filled with a rage she'd never felt before. "Call me whatever you
like, but I'll not have you standing in your son's way you dick!" she spit.
"He's happier than I've seen him in years and no small minded, ignorant
bastard like you is gonna ruin that for him."

"Woman, this is MY house and you will not tell me what to do in it," he
ordered. "My son will not be anywhere near that pansy ass again and that's
final!"

Billie shook her head in disgust. Reaching into the side table drawer beside
her, she withdrew several folded papers and handed them to Andrew.

"Seems my money has been a great source of comfort to you," she said steely
eyed.

The papers were copies of withdrawal slips made from her account that
contained a forged signature. The second to last paper was a bank camera
photograph of Andrew handing teller one of those slips. The last paper was
an affidavit from the teller affirming what she had been handed and who had
handed it to her.

Andrew sat open mouthed in astonishment. "This means nothing....you have no
believable proof. I've given that bank years of business and no one's gonna
do anything against me," he stated smugly.

"Johnny actually brought this to my attention without me asking you fool. He
said the bank could be liable for your wrongdoing and it needed to stop now.
An internal audit revealed the signature discrepancies and they launched a
secret investigation," she informed him. "I guarantee that my settlement
cash, which is all in that bank, is far more important than the peanuts you
throw them."

Billie had received a large settlement several years earlier from a major
drug company. The loss of her leg was accelerated by a sugar regulating
medication that had some disastrous blood flow side effects. The company
attempted to hide these problems, but the FDA soon realized how dangerous
the pills were. It was quickly pulled from the shelves per government order.
She brought a suit against the firm, which was settled for two and a half
million dollars and lifetime payment of all medical treatment. The entire
amount was held and invested at the bank in question, making her their
single largest account holder. She had Andrew by the balls and she knew it.

"Johnny and I have changed things around a bit. All withdrawals now require
two authorized signatures. One is mine and the other belongs to your son,"
she stated, pausing to let the new world order sink in.

"So, if your small minded, ignorant ass goes anywhere near him, I'll take
him and my money away from here. We'll drink mimosas while this God forsaken
operation goes down the shitter," she yelled. "Mind my wishes, and I'll see
that you get a monthly check to help out with the farm. Don't fuck with me,
dear brother. We both know that's a zero gain situation for you."

Billie was right and Andrew knew it. His face red with anger, he stormed out
of the house and into the night.

He abided by Billie's orders and steered clear of me. I kept waiting for the
bomb to drop, but it never seemed to appear. I began having to sign various
papers my aunt requested me to, never questioning what is was I was putting
my autograph to. I just signed away.

Roger and I grew closer as the months wore on. We snuck away at every
opportunity, honing our sexual skills as we went along. My boy became quite
the aggressive bottom, often mounting me without asking. I rarely argued.
Our love for each other increased by the moment, and I often wondered what
life was like before him. We became so connected that our synchronized
diving efforts yielded dramatic results. We breezed through the season with
a perfect win record, garnering scores that many college teams had never
achieved. Coach was out of her mind with excitement and pride. We won the
state finals, finally bringing our school the championship trophy it so
badly coveted. Life couldn't have been better, but I should have known it
wouldn't last forever.

On a Friday later in the year, I came home from school and went to check in
with Aunt Billie. What I found changed my life forever. She was unconscious
on the ground, laying below the chair she usually sat in. I ran to her
frantically, and began shaking her.

"Wake up, Aunt Billie, wake up!" I cried. "You gotta be OK. I can't do this
without you!"

Snapping back to reality, I dialed 911 and relayed the situation to them.
After verifying some basic info, they dispatched the paramedics. I grabbed
the "in case of medical emergency" folder she had shown me, and rested her
head in my lap while waiting.

They arrived within five minutes. Appraising her condition, they found her
to have a shallow pulse and erratic respirations. It was decided she'd be
transported to the hospital right away. She was loaded up and we were
rolling rapidly toward the ER.

Upon arriving, she was whisked away to the treatment area while I was
escorted to the administration area. There was reams of paperwork that
needed to be dealt with, and I handed over the folder in case the info
inside could help save her life. The first paper found was a document
granting me power of attorney to handle all medical decisions. I signed
everything necessary and returned to the waiting area. Sitting on my ass not
knowing my aunt's condition was pure agony. I passed the time calling
everyone I could to inform them of the situation.A great many people,
including my love and his family, soon surrounded me. The only person
missing was my father, which was no great surprise to me. I began to feel
smothered, so I took Roger's hand and led him outside. Once we were alone, I
collapsed into his arms and sobbed loudly.

"We're gonna lose her, baby," I cried. "I just know it." Darkness had begun
to blot out the bright sun the had shone in my world these last few months,
and Roger sensed me falling.

"C'mon now cutie," he begged. "Put those thoughts right outa your pretty
little head. She needs our strength more than ever right now, so we can't
give up. You and I have to stay strong and pray that she pulls through. I'm
right here with you, and I'm not gonna let you fall."

I hugged him harder and continued sobbing. I knew he was right, but fear had
erased every bit of strength I had. Roger was now not only the man I dearly
loved, he was the man that was keeping me from losing my mind. He held me
tightly, giving me light kisses and whispering words of encouragement until
I fell asleep against his chest.

Sometime later, Roger's mother and a tall man in surgical scrubs woke me up.
After giving me a moment to get my bearings, she explained that the man was
Billie's doctor and he was here to update me on her condition. I sat up
straight on Roger's lap and listened as he began to give me the information
I feared most.

"Brian, I wish I could bring you good news, but I'm afraid I have none to
give. Your aunt has suffered a massive stroke of the frontal brain. Her
cerebrum has been virtually destroyed. Tests have shown that the only brain
activity present is that which regulates basic body functions. In other
words, Billie is technically brain dead and cannot survive without the
assistance of a respirator. We see no chance of recovery for her. I'm so
sorry to have to tell you this."

I sat in stunned silence. The woman I have come to know as my mother was
gone, and there was no hope she was coming back. My heart hurt like it never
had before, and my chest tightened. I didn't really know what to do, so I
looked to the doctor for guidance.

"What do we do now?" I asked while fighting back the rush tears trying to
bust out.

"We discovered a living will in the folder you brought along. It seems your
aunt has decided that if she suffered a catastrophic illness, no effort was
to be made to extend her life. She wishes to die peacefully. I recommend we
honor her wishes and terminate life support immediately," he stated very
professionally.

The coldness of the statement caused my tears to flow uncontrollably. By
giving me power of attorney, she had made me the decision maker over her
life. Now I had to decide whether to let her pass out of my life forever, as
she wished, or disregard them and keep her alive with machinery until she
died naturally. Neither outcome was pleasant. I felt like the weight of the
universe was on my shoulders. I needed to speak with her in order to be sure
I was making the right decision.

"Take me to her, doc, and gimme a few minutes alone. I'll make my decision
then."

I stood up from Roger's lap, gave him a quick kiss, and trotted off to
follow the doctor. He led me into the bowels of the treatment area, stopping
before a large, wooden door. Holding it open, he motioned for me to enter,
which I quickly did. The sight before me caused me more pain than my brain
was prepared to handle.

My Aunt Billie lay motionless before me, hooked to a respirator. Her skin
had taken on a grey tone and her hair looked ratty and dull. The only sound
in the room was the mechanical inhalation of the machine keeping her alive.
I approached her side and took her hand in mine.

"Please wake up, Aunt Billie," I begged. Tears were running down my face. "I
can't continue without you. I need my mother with me, I'm not ready to face
life alone."

I felt selfish saying those things, but it was what I was feeling at that
time. Obviously, I received no response from her. I sat for several hours,
just holding her hand and staring, knowing what had to be done. I owed it to
her to follow through with her desires. I thought I might just die with her,
as the horrible life I had feared appeared to be certain. Kissing her on the
cheek one last time, I stepped out of the room and found the doctor I has
spoken to earlier.

"I've decided that I can't go against her wishes, it's the least I can do
for her. Tell me what I need to sign and I'll do it now," I announced.

"I know that was a horrible decision to have to make son, but I think it's
the right one. I'll have the nurse bring the forms and we'll be in shortly.
I promise she'll go quickly and with no pain," he reassured.

"I want Roger and his family with me when she goes," I demanded. The doctor
gave me a doubting look but eventually nodded his agreement.

Retreating to the waiting room, I quickly filled Roger and his parents in on
my decision, and asked them to be with me when they turned off the machines.
They all silently agreed and followed back to her room.

When we got there,a nurse bearing a clipboard with the form necessary to
terminate life support met me. I perused it briefly, took a deep breath, and
signed where indicated. Sobs began again, as I felt that I was responsible
for condemning my Aunt Billie to death. Roger stepped up and took me in his
arms, bringing me back to her bedside.

The doctor moved over to the machine, and turned four switches off. All
mechanical breathing noises ceased. I held her hand tightly, caressing her
forehead while we waited for the end. In a few short minutes, the lines
indicating that she was still alive flattened out. At the moment she
departed, all air seemed to rush from her lungs. I knew then that she was
gone, and life as I knew it was over for good. I stayed by her side until a
sheet covered her. My boy came in after that and led me from the room.

Crying had become the norm that day, and I was powerless to stop them. I
doubted my decision, wondering if the whole thing really was hopeless. Roger
held me tight and caressed me softly, as if his touch was assuring me I was
right. I just buried my face in his chest and let the emotion run out of me.
It was decided that I was in no condition to be alone, so we headed for my
lover's home. Once we got there, he took me upstairs and slowly undressed
me. I was so numb that I hardly noticed. When I was down to my boxers, he
stripped down as well. He pulled us down onto the bed, throwing the covers
over us before spooning up behind me. We lay like that until I fell into a
fitful sleep.

The night was horrible. I had dreams of Billie asking me why I'd killed her.
I told her that there was no hope, that she'd passed to a more peaceful
place. It always ended the same, though. She would turn away silently,
leaving me screaming and pleading with her to come back. I'd wake up with
Roger shaking me out of the dream, covered in an ice cold sweat. I was
shaking badly, and consumed by an overwhelming guilt.

"I killed her, " I wailed. "She came to me and ask me why I'd killed her. I
tried to explain but she walked away. I've destroyed the only positive thing
that's ever happened in my life."

He grabbed my face with both hands, bringing my eyes to his. "It was a
dream, a horrible dream. You did the right thing, cutie, the thing she
wanted you to do. Take comfort in the fact that she loved you like her own
son, and while she hated to go, it was just her time."

I knew he was right, of course. I still couldn't help being ridden with
feelings of doubt. Decisions were never my forte, and this was probably the
biggest one I'd ever make. I settled myself back into Roger's arms, lying
wide-eyed for the rest of the night. Roger's breathing became rhythmic as he
drifted back off. I, however, was completely petrified to close my eyes,
afraid of receiving another visit to my dreams. Sun eventually filtered in
through the windows, indicating another day was beginning anew.

I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Lying in bed was doing
me no good, so I thought maybe a hot shower would help. As I passed by the
large vanity mirror, the sight looking back at me was pathetic. My eyes were
blood red and swollen badly. Deep, dark circles surrounded them, making me
look like a raccoon. My skin was pale and clammy. All in all, I looked as
bad as I felt. Brushing off the sight before, I stripped naked and stepped
into the hot steam shower. I luxuriated with the feel of ten jets slamming
my body with hot water. Some of the built- up tension within me began to
fade, making me feel more human than I had in days. I took my time washing
up, trying to mentally prepare myself for the day's tasks at hand. Thirty
minutes later, I emerged, feeling as ready as I was ever gonna be to start
the day. I noticed my cell phone's voicemail light blinking so after dried
off and dressed, I promptly retrieved the message.

"Hi Brian, this Johnny from the bank. My condolences on your loss, Billie
was one of the finest women I've ever known. She will be sorely missed. The
reason for my call is I need both you and your father to be here at noon
today. Billie charged the bank's lawyers with handling her will, and it
needs to be read prior to the funeral. I look forward to seeing you then,
and feel free to call with any questions," he said.

I couldn't imagine what was in her will since she had nothing as far as I
knew. Hell, she'd moved in with us so I could care for her, not having the
funds to hire a private duty nurse. In any case, I'd ask Roger to make sure
I was there on time. I re-entered the bedroom to find the love of my life
still sleeping. The covers had pulled down to his thighs, revealing his
defined abdomen and a full morning hard cock. On any other day, I would have
attacked that cock until it exploded in my throat. Today, though, I needed
to feel my baby's touch rather than his sex. I crawled in to bed facing him,
and began to plant playful kisses all over his face.

"Morning, sleepy head," I cajoled. "Time to get up." I added some minor
tickling to the mix and began to see signs of life appear slowly.

He opened his eyes to find my face hovering above his. "That's a sight I
could get used to seeing every day of my life," he said while pulling me
down for a deep, sensual kiss.

Separating our mouths, I said, "I'm sorry I was such a douche yesterday. I
can't begin to tell you what it meant to me to have you with me through it
all. I know I'll never be able to repay you for everything you've done."

He put two fingers over my lips and looked intently into my eyes. "No thanks
are necessary, my cutie. I love you and what I did comes with that, free of
charge I might add." A shy smile crossed my lips at the sweetness of his
words.

"I love you too, baby, more than you'll ever know. I guess I'm just not used
to leaning on anyone. I've always faced things alone, and I'm trying hard to
change that," I continued, lacing my fingers with his. "In any case, thanks
again and don't be surprised if I lean on you again a lot over the next few
days."

"Cutie, you lean as much as you want," he replied, and then laid one of his
mind-boggling lip locks on me once again. Our make out session lasted
several minutes, bringing my cock to full attention. It would be ignored,
though.

Resting my forehead on his, I realized I needed to inform him of my earlier
message. "Johnny from the bank called and said the bank's lawyers are
handling Aunt Billie's will. He said it needs to be read today at noon
before funeral arrangements are finalized. Could you drop me off there?"

His face showed his obvious curiosity. "Sure, cutie. Anything for you. Lemme
get up, get ready, and I'll make us some breakfast."

We finished dressing and headed downstairs. The smell of coffee permeated
the air and I followed it to its source. I poured us both a cup and sat down
at the counter to watch my sexy man go to work. He moved effortlessly
through the kitchen, producing two Denver omelets in no time. His parents
joined us while we were eating. Mom and dad both lavished hugs on me,
begging me to let them help in any way they could. I felt loved and secure.
I agreed to talk to them whenever I needed to. With breakfast finished, we
retreated to his room and lay in each others'other's arms while a DVD played
on.

Noon arrived before I knew it. We piled in Roger's Blazer and headed to the
bank. Warm kisses were exchanged, and I promised I'd call when things were
finished. I watched him drive away, wondering what was to come.

I was greeted my by Mildred, Johnny's wife, upon entering. More hugs and
condolences were lavished upon me, then she led me into the conference room.
Seated at a corner chair was my father. I'd seen very little of him the last
few months, but the disgust on his face was apparent when he saw me walk in.
I sat down at the opposite end, the two of us not saying a word to each
other.

Johnny entered with another man who he introduced as Bruce, the bank's lead
lawyer. Handshakes and small pleasantries were exchanged, then it was time
to get to business.

Bruce withdrew a ream of papers, and looked at both my father and I.

"I'm not gonna bore you with the legal language at the start. I can tell you
that all funeral arrangements have been paid for and details of the service
have been spelled out. Let's skip to the distribution of assets and then
I'll give you the private letters she's written to both of you. Are we
agreeable to that?"

We both nodded.

"Very well," he continued. "To my brother Andrew, I leave....."

To be continued.