Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 14:39:55 -0700
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man- Winter Break Chapter 3

After last night's banging sex scene (yea I threw that pun in there hehe),
it is now time to see how Michael and Chris go about dealing with their
next few days with each other. What is the deal with McKenzie? Will Michael
tell his parents? It will be fun to find out. Hope you all enjoy.


	"Michael! Wake up! We have to get going soon!" My eyes shoot open
at the voice yelling from the other side of the door, the knocking on the
door disrupting our spooning session. Michael as well jumps awake, flying
up off the sheets before I knew what was up.

	"Shit!" He curses quietly as I lie there, trying to become more
coherent. Looking at the door, then me, then back at the door, he does the
only logical thing that came to his mind, pushing me off the bed onto my
sleeping bag, my body flailing out into the air as I try to grab onto him.

	I squeal out from the surprise, not expecting to be shoved to the
floor in such a manner. Michael's mom continues on her knocking, this time
jiggling the door knob, her presence about to be made into the room, "Is
everything ok in there? Are you waking Chris up as well?"

	Michael groans out to Mrs. Ayers, "Yea mom, we're awake! We'll be
down in a few minutes!" Michael stumbles out of his bed, his limp cock
whirling about, him looking super cute as he works over me to grab some
clothing out of the drawers.

	I move back onto my arms, leaning up to him, confusion and slight
annoyance clear in my voice, "What's going on? Why are we awake so early?"
I'm lying nude as well, my ass suddenly sore from the unexpected drop to
the floor. I start to move towards my bag, rubbing my ass in the process.

	Michael stuffs his legs into his briefs, his penis making a small
bulge against the lining. Working his feet through his jeans, he hopped
around the room, working towards his closet to grab a shirt. I too grab my
clothes, taking the cues from his urgency. As Michael pulls a shirt on,
flicking on the lights in the process, he informs me of what all is going
on.

	My eyes are slightly shot by the intensity of the light, Michael
covering his eyes as well. "I completely forgot that we are heading down to
Pasadena for the Rose Parade." He moves back to his bed, scouting
underneath the mattress for his shoes. Finding them, he rests on the
sheets, bringing the Nike's to his feet.

	Still groggy from waking up, my eyes blinded, and making sure that
my hearing isn't out as well, I repeat what he just said, "Pasadena for the
Rose Parade? What is the Rose Parade?" Finding my phone still in my pants
from last night, conveniently placed at the end of his bed from when I had
them taken off.  No wonder I am so tired, its 5:05 in the morning!

      Groaning out to Michael, I show him the phone then whine out to him,
"How far away is Pasadena and when does it start?" Moaning, I grab a shirt
and pull it over, making sure I have everything important before heading
out.

      Michael walks over and kisses me gently on the lips, interlacing our
fingers in the process. "It's about two hours away and it starts at 8."
Moving us towards the door, he unlatches his fingers, the closeted Michael
taking over, "You can fall asleep on the way down if it's any consolation."

      I want to take one more kiss before we leave but Michael's mom knocks
on the door again, starting to urge us on, "Guys, we need to get..."

      Michael opens the door, looking at her and the rest of the family
shuffling around in the hallway. "We know, we're ready, just need to
brush." There is the mother/son banter that I had been missing my entire
life, growing a little envious of her protectiveness. I always had Ally
pushing me along, the General doing his best but without a mother, it empty
at times.

      We both push past Mrs. Ayers, me smiling a good morning to her as we
slide though, cutting a direct line to his bathroom, us each brushing
quickly. The bathroom gets crowded quickly as Mel and Mary file in as well,
each of them grabbing a brush to untangle their hair. It took a few seconds
for Michael and I to catch their looks, them glancing from him to me, then
back. Hushed, Mel asks out to the two of us, "So... Have a good night?"

      I turn around, wondering what all they are talking about, wondering
if they actually knew what we had done. Michael confirms my suspicions,
turning around, a defiant stare in his eyes. "You said you wouldn't say
anything!" The hissing of the water as we washed off our brushes matched
the tone of his voice, cutting it off from traveling too far outside the
washroom.

      Mary grins playfully, happy to get the response from Michael. "You
DID! How was it?" Mel continues on, prodding Michael, "We said we wouldn't
tell anyone, but that doesn't mean we can't inquire into our brother's
life. We just want to make sure he is getting proper loving." The two of
them look me over, undressing me with their eyes, making me blush. Mary
retorts to Mel's comment, "Not that that would be too hard with Chris here,
I mean look at him."

      I start to blush up a lot, wanting to get out before much more is
said. Moving out of the room, I feel one of the girls pat me on the butt,
eliciting me to jump off the floor a little. Glancing back at the three of
them, I watch Michael scurry after me, speaking low voice, "Cut it out!"
The two girls look at each other, giggle, and then focus on each other,
gossiping between themselves.

      After grabbing our jackets from his room, Michael ushers me down the
stairs, the family starting to come together at the front door. While the
rest of family had a little chatter going on, when the Michael and I joined
the group, I noticed McKenzie clam up, passing glances between his brother
and me; I couldn't help but take a sense of unease from him. It was about
5:20 when we got out of the house, a trip down to Pasadena on its way.

      The drive down was a long as Michael had said; him and his siblings
falling back asleep barely before we passed into Carpentaria. I had a
window seat in their suburban, its high riding stature towering over what
few cars were out on the freeways. Michael was seated next to me, his three
siblings all behind us; their heads leaning over onto each other. Michael
and I were separated by the middle isle, his head resting against the
driver's side, the coastal mountains passing outside his window.

      It felt great not to have to drive the distance, my burnout of
constant driving starting to wear on me. I couldn't help but stay away the
entire time though, watching the glimmer of stars off the water as we
snaked our way along the 101, its beaches literally coming right up to the
freeway at times. After about 30 minutes of driving, Mr. Ayers piped up,
noticing I was awake. "Hey Chris, surprised you're not sleeping like the
others."

      We had just passed a Crown Plaza hotel, entering into some town
called Ventura. Off to the hillside stood a cross, the lights beneath it
illuminating it. Passing under some railroad tracks, I responded, taking in
the dim sights as much as I could, "Yea I couldn't sleep. Figured I might
as well enjoy as much of this ride as I could."

      Mrs. Ayers looked out her window, trying to see what I see, "Not much
too really enjoy at this time of the day. The dark really cuts off what is
really out there." Continuing on for a minute or so in silence Mrs. Ayers
opens up, "So how did you and Michael meet?"

      I was too focused on the passing scenery to pay much attention to the
question, the answer just slipping off my tongue. "We had English together
and after a speech I gave about one of our topics, he came up to me to
talk." It was then I realized what I had almost blurted out, thinking about
the topic of the speech I gave, what he wanted to talk about,
everything. Grimacing my face, I prepared for the follow-up, hoping it was
anything NOT having to do with the performance.

      Mrs. Ayers continues on with her inquisition, quizzing me on my
relationship with Michael, ever detail she could pry out of me. "Yea
Michael had been talking about you for a while, telling us how he stopped
attackers from hurting you, to how you helped him out in English. You made
quite an impression on Michael, something few are able to do. He is a bit
shy around most people."

      That caught me by surprise. I had never really taken Michael to be
the closed type. Closeted yes, closed no. "Interesting. All the times
Michael and I have hung out, he is always outgoing and happy. We're great
friends." I tell his mom, hoping she wouldn't pry any more into our
relationship.

      Mr. Ayers on the other hand, starts his own interrogation. "So you
play Frisbee right? Or that is what Michael tells us. Do you hang out with
his team much, or vice versa?" Glancing into the rear view mirror, he
connects his eyes to mine, the strong parental intuition taking effect.

      Come to think of it, no we really hadn't. I mean I knew Bryson kind
of in a way but when it came to the rest of his team, I really didn't know
too many of his mates. The same went for my team, Michael not really
showing much interest in the sport. "Um... well I do occasionally but not
too often, our own sports take up a lot of our time so when we do hang out,
it mostly tends to be one on one." Sexual images run across my eyes, all
the times we have hung out `one on one'.

      His parents only hmm to themselves: their silence worrying me a
little. `Had I mistakenly told them something? Had I not told them enough,
not selling the lie good enough?' Mrs. Ayers speaks out to the road, her
voice floating back to me, "Well, it's nice to know Michael is making
friends at Long Beach. You look like a good influence on him."

      Coughing slightly, I look over to Michael, wondering if he is faking
being asleep, listening the entire time. Speaking softly, careful to walk
on eggshells, "Yea, we are good with each other; keeping each other in line
should we act up."

      The rest of the drive was silent, its eeriness crawling under my skin
at times. I did my best not to focus on it, hoping that we would arrive
there soon.

*****

      It was about 7:15 when we arrived, us all piling out to seek seating
before the parade started, leaving Mr. Ayers to park the car. They
apparently had their usual spot saved for them in the grandstand bleachers,
an extra seat saved for if anyone ever joined them on the expedition south.

      The parade was amazing, the smell of roses everywhere as the floats
passed. It was cool to see how the florists arranged the plants to design
exquisite patterns, each one being different from the next. As was to be
expected, Mrs. California (this year's pageant queen) was in attendance,
her slow wave looking down at all us watchers, her printed smile never
falling off that perfect face of hers.

      There were dancers, appearances by the Armed Forces, each regimen
having its own out walking, marching bands from many different universities
and high schools. Participating cities as well took to the festivities,
surprising me with their own floats. The whole event lasted over two hours,
the smell of the blossoms leaving a distinct aroma in the air, something
that is reminiscent of spring time.

      After the parade, Michael and I were standing in line to use the
port-a-potties, the long line working around. Thankfully we were moving
fast, also that we were alone, well by alone I mean not near his
family. Looking around to see if anyone is listening to our conversation, I
whisper to him, "So when are you going to tell your parents?"

      Michael is caught off guard by the change of subject, our previous
topic just being the parade. "Umm, I don't know. Why?"

      I glance around, slight unease showing in my stance. "I almost told
your parents on the drive down." Michael's eyes go wide as I continue,
attempting to calm him down, "I didn't, trust me; I would never do that to
you. I just am not used to this being kept a secret. It's a change that I
am getting used to."

      Michael looks a little worried, the fact that I almost outted him a
concern for him, obviously. "Thank you. I trust you. But still... be
careful. I don't know if I am ready to tell them yet."

      Looking with concern for his wellbeing, I deflected to a lighter but
still as serious topic, "I would actually focus on your bother at the
moment. I don't know how well he is processing the whole "gay brother"
thing. Especially with me being around..."

      Before we can continue too much further, the stalls open, Michael
breaking off to relieve himself. Before he exits, another opens up so I go
to use it, emptying my bodily septic tank, then moving out to wash in the
set-up sinks. Michael is there waiting for me, as are his sisters, the
three of them chatting about something that dies down as I approach.

      Not wanting to pry, I wash up and follow them back to the car,
looking out at everything that I had missed on the way down; the sun
shining on the hills, the small shrubbery showing a clear lack of life, a
sign that Southern California receives way too little water to support the
sprawling ecosystems that inhabit it.

      We got back into Santa Barbara at around 11, allowing us still plenty
of time to enjoy the day, the New Year starting off really slow. Most shops
were celebrating it with shortened hours so to occupy our time; Michael
instead took me to UCSB, showing me around the campus.

      I had always heard that UCSB is a great place to go, Isla Vista
ranking on one of highest places to party in the United States. That being
said, the campus itself was very nice, laid out bike paths for the riders
to travel down, not having to worry about pedestrians walking into
them. Michael informed me that he would come here at times to do research
for his high school, often times amusing himself whenever he would witness
a bike crash. While the campus was empty right now, he tried to make me
imagine the lanes full of riders pedaling furiously to their next class.

      The campus was pretty big and I was kind of jealous that they had
beach side property. While Long Beach is only a few miles away, UCSB
students could literally walk outside and be on the beach. Their halls were
located near a lagoon, the beach on the other side. It was amazing. I felt
a little jealous but when I thought of the price tag to go here, I was
happy where I was.

      The rest of the day was pretty much chilling. Michael wanted to talk
with McKenzie but his brother had gone off to hang with his friends before
any conversation could be had, making it hard to clear up any issues.

*****

      Waking up on the 2nd was hard, the floor being as unforgiving as when
Michael kicked me off the bed the previous morning. Today though I was
woken up by the ringing of my phone, the blaring music snapping me up off
the floor scrounging for the mobile before Michael could wake up. Locating
it, I quickly but quietly answered, "Hello?"

      The voice on the other side was gruff, catching me off guard at
first, and then cleared up. "Hey Chris, sorry for waking you. Is now a bad
time?" It slowly began to dawn that this was Peter chatting to me, my
hearing coming to, recognizing the voice on the other end.

      Stumbling out of the bag, I made my way to Michael's door, opening it
slightly before tiptoeing out. "Hey Peter what's up?" I was still dazed,
rubbing my eyes to clear up my vision. Piece was roaming the halls, the
black ball of fur moving around my legs, purring as it met me.

      Looking around, I found a clock on the wall- groaning as I realized
it was 7 in the morning. Man Peter was an early riser. Peter speaks up on
the other end, obviously wide awake and moving around, "Hey what are your
plans for next semester? Room wise? I know you, Bryan, and Zach are a bit
cramped in your room so I was wondering if you might be interested in
rooming with me. My roommate just let me know that he is moving out,
leaving me with an open space. I was hoping you might be able to fill it."

      Oh this is too early for me to be thinking about this. "Umm... Peter
I am going to have to get back to you on that..." Stretching out my arms, I
extend my body, trying to wake it up. "I will need to talk with Bryan and
Zach as well, but as of right now I see no problem with it. Of course I
would need to talk with the front desk." Off to the side I see McKenzie
passing by, him glancing at me as he enters the bathroom.

      Peter sounds a little depressed by my answer and while I do want to
talk more about it, right now just isn't the time. God it is so
early... "Ok, well let me know. Happy New Year Chris."

      I felt kind of bad for his sudden change in attitude but I really
didn't know what to say. "Thanks Peter. Happy New Year to you too. I'll let
you know on the housing issue ok?" Moving slowly towards Michael's room, I
pop open the door silently, hoping not to wake him.

      Peter replies with a hushed "Ok" before hanging up, allowing me to
return to my slumber. Not that I was able to however as Michael had started
to stir in his bed, the sexy outline of his body rolling over to face me as
I returned to my sleeping bag.

      "Who was that babe?" Michael asked quietly. His eyes flutter open to
me, his arm slipped under his pillow.

      Slipping back into the case, I turn to look up at him, "Just
Peter. He was wondering if I wanted to room with him next semester. It's
too early to think it over, and I want to hear what Bryan and Zach have to
say over it." I attempt to make myself comfortable again, squirming around.

      Michael merely replies with a "Hmm..." before nodding off back to his
sleep.

*****

      Later that day Michael took me to the beach again, this time to
Carpentaria, and though the beach was still cold, we did grab food at this
nice shop called "The Spot." It had great food, the burger's made when you
ordered them. Michael told me that I had to get a milkshake and I have to
say, it was pretty good, especially for being a family owned shop.

      The rest of the day was just lounging around, enjoying each other's
company. Being away from home, we were able to show each other some
affection, us holding hands out on the beach and during the drives. Around
4 though Michael was compelled to talk with his brother, the issue of
McKenzie's unease annoying him as well. After making the call to McKenzie,
the two of them agreed to meet up at Shoreline Beach Café.

      McKenzie arrived around 4:30, walking to the hut alone. He didn't
look like he wanted to be here but after some urging from Michael, he caved
in. His eyes flickered between the two of us as he grabbed a seat. "What's
up?" There was the slight sarcastic tone Michael and I had been expecting,
him warning me that it could get tense.

      "Hey Mac. I think you know what's up. Ever since New Year's Eve,
you've been acting a little different." Michael looks at him worried,
wanting to make sure that he was alright. I sat next to Michael, not taking
any part in this unless it was absolute necessary.

      Scoffing, McKenzie retorts, "Different? Different?! I have been
acting different? I just found out my brother's gay. How did you expect me
to take that?" He crosses his arms, closing off Michael.

      Michael pleaded out to him, bringing in the older brother status,
"Look, I didn't choose for this ok? And I am still your brother, show a
little respect!" The commanding older brother that McKenzie had always
looked up to took charge, demanding McKenzie reevaluates his actions
towards his brother.

      In the same way that Ally reams me when I make mistakes, McKenzie
shrunk in his chair, trying to be careful not to say anything stupid. "I
know. You are my brother but..."

      Michael cuts him off there, "McKenzie, there are no buts. This is how
things are. I still look out for you and I still want you to do the
same. If you have questions, ask them. But don't be stupid about it!" There
is a fire burning in his eyes that shows his conviction over the situation,
wanting to wake McKenzie up from his perfect world.

      "Does... Does it hurt?" McKenzie asked sheepishly, as if that was a
proper question to ask. His arms have unfolded from their grips, instead
moving down to his legs where he rubs them as if there is a stain he can't
remove.

      I nearly puke at the question, having never expected that to come
up. Our sex life- being talked about to his younger brother! Michael
blushes as well, coughing up some of his coffee. "I'm sorry what?"

      McKenzie looks at me, then back to Michael, unsure if he wants to ask
the question again. Sensing that he does want to know, I cough up hoarsely
"It can at times... But if your partner knows how to do it, it can be
minimized to the point where the pleasure is so extreme, well the pain
almost disappears." I try to regain my composure, avoiding the topic about
us as much as possible. Looking over to Michael, I shrug, "At least that is
how it is for me. I'm sure that Michael feels the same way at times."

      McKenzie's eyes grow wide, looking at the both of us, "Wait, you
both, you know... fuck each other?" There is a slight interest in the
conversation, something I don't really feel comfortable talking about.

      Michael looks at him dead in the eyes, not waving off to the side,
"Yes, we have both bottomed for each other. But when you love and care for
someone, you do make sure that your lover is getting what he wants, hoping
that in change, he will please you in whatever manner you enjoy." He looks
down to his coffee, then to glances over to me, speaking volumes to what we
have, and what I almost fucked up a few weeks ago. How did I almost mess
this up?

      McKenzie doesn't really ask much more, his mind still processing it
all. Michael glances over to him, "So are we all cool? `Cause I need to
know you won't tell mom and dad. That is something I need to do."

      McKenzie looks up from his hands, "Yea, sure. I still support you but
it will be weird at times. I will do my best to accept your boyfriend,
Chris," McKenzie looks over to me real fast before moving back, "But there
will be things that I don't know if I can ever get around, especially the
whole sex thing..."

      Michael looks at him, a brotherly grin flashing onto his face, "I
would actually prefer not to talk about it as well. It feels kind of weird
to be honest. I mean I will should you have any more questions..."

      McKenzie quickly blurts out, "No, I think I have it alright. The
thought alone is hard enough to get out; I don't need my brother explaining
what it feels like to have a dick inside his ass..." McKenzie looks around,
then back to us. "Are we done here?"

      Michael looks to his brother then stands up to hug him. "I don't want
to lose you over this. Thank you." With that, their brotherly bond had been
returned, the connection almost back to the point of where it was when I
first arrived.

      The rest of the day was stuck back at Michael's house, me packing to
leave back for Sacramento. It was going to be a long drive back and I
wanted to leave early.

*****

	I didn't want to leave Michael the time the morning arrived but
given my long drive back, I knew it had to happen early. I had a good 9
hour drive ahead of me, taking into account the gas stops, food, and any
other breaks that might need to happen. Waking up in the morning, I got my
last kiss from him for the trip, the issue at hand being I might not see
him till the semester starts. It was about 9 before I was packed and ready
to go, his parents making us a nice breakfast.

	Sitting around the table, it felt nice to look at a normal family,
brothers and sisters, two parents, the dog and cat, something that I had
always been a little jealous of. During the course of the meal it hit me on
how I might be able to see Michael again, "Hey, if you want, my dad rents
out a cabin for Ally and I at Squaw Valley. You could always come up and
board with me down the slopes." I had primarily left it for Michael only,
hoping that only he would be coming up.

	Michael looked at his parents, then back to me, "I need to talk
with my parents about it but I'm sure they won't have a problem with
it. Would you?" Michael does his best to suck up to his mom and dad.

	"We'll think about it. When is it for Chris?" Mr. Ayers asks me,
taking a bite from one of his waffles.

	Swallowing my bite as well, I inform the two of them, "Well, it's
anytime to be honest. We share the house with my neighbor but I am sure I
could get it to be just us, Ally too if you want someone to watch over us."
I was not going to allow Ally to come, not on her life. If Michael were to
come up, it would just be him and I relaxing in the hot tub, wreaking the
slopes together.

	"Like Michael's dad said, we will think it over ok?" Mrs. Ayers
nods to her husband as she looks to me. There was hope that I could spend
more time with him before the break ended.


Don't think for one second that Winter Break is over because there is a lot
more to be covered before the semester starts up. I hope you all enjoyed
the way McKenzie went about "the talk" and let me know what your ideas are
on Michael telling his parents (as it obviously hasn't happened yet...).

I look forward to hearing from you guys and if there are any new readers, I
am glad to have you onboard. This has been a fun series to write and I look
forward to displaying many more chapters. Also, as part of my use of Nifty,
if you could donate a dollar or two, anything helps to keep the site up and
running. Thanks and take care.

C. Wolfe