Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2001 22:02:29 -0500
From: Sequoyah <sequoyahs-place@home.com>
Subject: ASP-39

		     A Special Place--Part Thirty-nine

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			      About the Story

The website with the music should be posted at any time now. If I have your
e-mail address, I'll notify you when it becomes available. I still need an
organ MP3 of the Dupre's Preludio from his Symphony No. 2 in C sharp minor,
Op. 26. My copy has disappeared and the website, as it now stands, has only
a (ugh) midi file.

In regard to all who have pointed out my boo-boos concerning orgns and
organ music. I am neither not an organist nor do I know much about organs
beyond loving both. Thanks for your helping out should the tale ever be
revised.

The maps of the locations of fans who have written are quite exciting. Some
have mentioned that they live in small towns where their identity might be
revealed to their hurt. Just the nearest large town or even a state woud be
appreciated. Also, anyone in African reading ASP? Asia, in addition to the
fan in Hong Kong? In the USA, North and South Dakota, Nebraska, Oklahoma,
Minnesota and Louisiana west of the Mississippi have not been heard from or
I neglected to give the writer a pin. East of the Mississippi next time.

Thanks for the fascinating "supernatural" events in their lives readers
have written about.

Sorry this part took so long to get to you. Between the sickness of one of
the Wizards of Oz and the bum ISP of the other, it was in Oz for a long
time. ASP-40, 41 and 42 are in porcess.

Your letters are much appreciated. Write Sequoyah at the new e-mail address
sequoyahs-place@home.com.


Sequoyah

		  A Special Place--Part Thirty-nine--Matt

     Couples at Independence had a long-standing tradition of car
leaning. After they parked in the parking lot, the guy would go around,
open the door for his girlfriend and they would then stand, leaning against
the car. Usually it was the guy who would place his arms on either side of
her, his hands resting against the car while they talked, but occasionally
it was the other way around. Either way, there were some exchanges of
kisses, but nothing excessive. If they were really into being a couple, the
guy--the girl if she was on the outside--might push his hips against hers,
but moving them around was frowned on. If a couple really got carried away,
they could expect a chorus of "dry fucking, dry fucking" from the
others. It was something that just wasn't done--in the parking lot at
least.

     When Luke and I arrived at school Tuesday, Mary Kathryn jumped out of
the Jeep and hurried into the building. Luke also jumped out quickly and
came to my side of the Jeep, opened the door and, when I got out, pinned me
in the "Independence car lean". As he leaned into me, I could feel his
hardness as he pressed his hips against mine. When he gave me a great Luke
kiss, I objected, "Luke, everyone is going to see us".

     "So? They know about us now, so why try to hide?" Of course he was
right. As Luke finished speaking, Larry and Eugene drove up, followed by
Bill and Linda. Bill and Linda had long ago gotten into the car leaning
habit and we just spoke and they went at it, but I was surprised when Larry
got out of the car, grabbed Eugene and immediately had him leaning against
the car, giving him a passionate kiss. "Whoo! Look who's joined the club,"
Luke laughed.

     As I turned to look, four of the football players walked by Larry and
Eugene. "Well, well, well," one of them, Marc Stanley, said, "look who has
joined the faggots, as if we didn't know. Pretty boy toy you've got there,
faggot."

     Larry, wisely, decided to play it all off as a joke. "Yea, you're
right. From what I've heard, you're just jealous. Guess you're sorry he's
mine and you didn't get him first."

     The football player who had made the remark lunged at Larry shouting,
"You faggot son of a bitch!" The next thing he knew--or any of us for that
matter--he was in the dirt. Eugene had ducked under Larry's arms and decked
him in a blur of motion.

     As he stood over the player, Eugene said, "Looks as if Mr. Football
Hero slipped and fell in the dirt," and extended his hand to pick him up.

     "Keep your faggot hands off me!" Marc responded and got up, brushing
himself. His buddies were laughing. Most of the students in the parking lot
were also laughing, happy to see a bully put in his place. After all, the
guy must have had almost a hundred pounds and a six-inch advantage over
Eugene.

     "Guess you need to pick on someone your size who is not a black belt,"
Larry laughed.

     As the little drama ended, the warning bell rang and immediately
Ms. Jones was heard on the outside intercom speaker, "Will the following
students report to the front office at once... Larry Watley... Eugene
Willingham... " She was pausing after each name.

     "Oh shit, Eugene exclaimed, "we're in trouble, Lar."

     "Paula Wright... "

     "Maybe not," Larry responded.

     "Matthew Greywolf..."

     "Maybe you are. Matthew? She called you Matthew," Luke said in a
puzzled voice.

     "... and Luke Larsen. Thank you."

     As we walked into the school, a surprising number of students spoke to
Eugene, making such remarks as, "Good job, Man." "He had it coming." "We'll
have to call you Flash from now on." Some students indicated their
displeasure at four guys walking down the hall holding hands, but few said
anything. Most just ignored us.

     When we reached Ms. Jones' office Paula was already there. "Understand
there was a bit of a commotion in the parking lot this morning," Ms. Jones
said with a raised eyebrow, looking at Eugene.

     "Nothing worth discussing," he responded.

     "If that's the way you want it, ok."

     "It started as a joke and I think ended with someone being a joke,"
Larry said.

     "Let's drop it," Eugene suggested.

     "So long as you are sure," Ms. Jones said. "But if it happens again, I
definitely will do something. There's a very fine line here between student
jokes and outright bigotry. If it's crossed, I want to know about it. But
that's not why you are here. A letter arrived yesterday after school. It
was sent to me, but had separate letters inside addressed to each of
you. Lucky me, I know what's inside," she laughed as she handed each of us
a letter from Oberlin.

     We were ripping into them like kids Christmas morning as the
exclamations started. "Holy shit!" from Luke; "Hot damn!" from Eugene;
"Frigging awesome!" from Larry; a squeal from Paula and I just stood with
my mouth open.

     "I plan to announce the contents during homeroom," Ms. Jones
said. "Students need to know that talent helps, but discipline and hard
work are what count."

     The letters were official confirmation of our acceptance at Oberlin
and of our full scholarships. But there was more. A special scholarship
fund would pay for all our books, supplies, practice rooms--big items for
three of us--studio and lab fees. If we could sleep on the ground and go
without food, college would cost nothing! Of special interest to most of us
was the statement that the scholarships would cover any fees or charges
involved in any joint enrollment.

     "I will make an additional announcement this morning regarding
graduation. Ms. Norman and I have calculated every way we can think of and
the results are the same every time. Matt, Luke, you are absolutely tied as
top students--as valedictorians. Our decision is that the two of you will
be the two speakers. I will leave it up to you to determine the order in
which you speak and what you have to say. You should have been told
earlier, but we were trying to come up with some difference so one would be
valedictorian and the other salutatorian, but we couldn't. Do you think you
can handle that?"

     "I don't think it will cause a family fight," Luke laughed,
"especially since tomorrow is our birthday."

     Ms. Jones laughed and I blushed. "So you have kept the promise you
made to yourselves--not that it is really any of my business."

     "We did," Luke said. "But you need to know, Matt and I have never
ditched school before, but don't look for us Friday."

     "What about senior practice? That's Thursday, Friday and Saturday
morning."

     "I guess we'll just have to be perfect Thursday." Luke laughed.

     "I think we can handle that," Ms. Jones said.

     There were five happy campers walking to homeroom. When Ms. Jones made
the announcements, there were cheers and most everyone in our homeroom
piled around Luke and me, hugging us, shaking our hands and patting us on
the back.

     Walking down the halls was a new experience since Luke and I were
almost always holding hands. I think I had forgotten just how much holding
hands can mean, but I was glad to be reminded. Of course, it also meant
there were some dirty looks and a few rotten comments, but we chose to
ignore them. Being able to hold hands and let the world know of our love
after trying to hide for so long was worth putting up with dirty looks and
comments. "Sarang Hanun Pomul, the poor suckers just don't know about being
in love," Luke smiled at one point.

     The Fellowship had just settled down for lunch when a runner from the
front office brought a FedEx overnight package to the table. It was from
Professor Ruth Rote-Batten and addressed to the five of us--now officially
the Oberlin Five. "I think Paula as the only lady among the Oberlin Five
gets to open it," Jacob said.

     "Ok, but hurry up!" I urged. When Paula opened the package, there was
a letter and a pile of pictures, diagrams and a map. "Well, read the letter
to us, Paula! Don't hog it for yourself," Larry chided.

     As Paula read, our mouths fell open. Sometimes life deals you a hand
so good it's hard to believe. Seems the Professor was the last surviving
relative of a great-aunt who had left her a house on Lake Erie, near
Loraine. The stipulation of the aunt's will was that it was to be used to
benefit an Oberlin student or Oberlin students in any manner the professor
chose. She said she had decided to sell the house to the five of us--if we
were interested--for $50,000 down and a balance of $50,000 to be paid in
five yearly payments. She wrote that would benefit us and the money she got
would benefit other students. The official appraisal--enclosed--of the
house and the five acres of lake front property was $850,000.

     "Look at this map," Larry said. "We'll have practically a straight
shot to Oberlin and it's no further than Elyra we had talked about. No
further from Cleveland either."

     "Look at the floor plan of the house," Eugene said. "It's huge--four
bedrooms upstairs with two baths, the usual kitchen, dining room, living
room, and family room down plus a library and two more bedrooms and a
bath. All huge, I might add. And look at this sun porch overlooking the
lake!! Man, we could move in a neighborhood."

     We all started looking at the pictures of a huge Victorian house
sitting near the lake, surrounded by old trees and sand dunes. "It's so
old, I wonder what shape it's in?" Practical Paula asked.

     Larry was examining a document which didn't look too exciting, but
proved to be very interesting. "This is an examination of the house by an
official inspector and states that the heating plant, the plumbing and
electrical systems were updated three years ago and are in perfect
order. Winterizing was done ten years ago and renovated last year. The old
lady--our benefactor--sure kept things in good shape. According to this,
the exterior needs painting and the interior needs cosmetic work. Man, what
a deal!" Having said that, Larry suddenly got a pained look on his face and
said, "But we all have to come up with $10,000 plus $2,000 more this year."

     "But we pay nothing for college," Paula said.

     "I know, but I wouldn't have had anything for college anyway. I mean
my mom and I have always been pretty low on funds."

     "Not to worry, Lar. We'll work something out," Eugene said.

     "Gene, you took me to love, not raise," Larry responded.

     "Not Fellowship business," Eugene responded, but it did dampen the
spirit of our excitement a bit.

     After school, Luke and I went to the hospital. Michael was sitting in
a chair when we arrived. Luke greeted him with, "Looks like progress to
me".

     "I guess," Michael said with what had become the new Michael
smile--different from the old one, but definitely Michael. "It sure hurt
like hell, but I have been walking around a bit. Kept thinking what would
happen if I had gotten hold of a weak cat or the staples were cut-rate. I
could just see my insides dumping out on the floor!" he laughed. "Actually,
Mom told me I was doing great and that there was no real reason for me to
stay here, but she wants to keep an eye on me. I'm going home tomorrow
under the watchful eye of Chelsea one day and Gladys the next."

     Without thought, I jumped in with, "Mom?"

     "Yea, Mom. I think it's a title she has earned and... well, I hope
it's one she'll allow. Doesn't mean I don't still love my mom, Elizabeth,
or that Margaret is a replacement. It means that when I needed a mom,
Margaret was my mom. But guys, this is THE WEEK! Right?"

     I blushed big time as Luke got a wicked grin on his face and said,
"Yea, and Matt better make the wait worth it!"

     We talked to Michael a while longer. He was the Michael we had always
known--bit more sober--but very much Michael. "Matt, Luke, when I get out
of here and am up to it, we've got to talk. I have had time to do a lot of
thinking the last day or so. But what's going on? I miss seeing the gang."

     We told him about the incident in the parking lot and he said, "Just
watch for knives. They hurt!"

     "Don't think there'll be any more trouble out of that bunch. Eugene
made Marc look like a fool," Luke said, "but, hey, we have great news." We
then told him about the additional scholarships and the house.

     "Hey, two years from now Mary Kathryn and I can move in. We'll only
need one bedroom."

     "You're talking about my baby sister," Luke said in his serious big
brother voice.

     "Damn right I am! Doubt that we'll wait that long, but we'll be
eighteen which I believe is a magic age," Michael grinned his new grin.

     "Dr. Lucas was right, that new grin and smile of yours are different,
but definitely Michael and they're as sexy as Matt's scar. Man, you guys
are getting all the breaks," Luke laughed.

     "If you don't mind, I think I'd rather be less sexy," Michael said.

     "Add me to that list," I agreed.

     "And I don't think this is sexy at all," Michael said as he dropped
the hospital gown from his shoulders revealing a huge, ugly red scar
crossing his chest then his stomach. "At least the son of a bitch didn't
get a nipple. I need both when that wild woman gets hold of me!"

     "You're pushing it, Brother," Luke said again with a wicked grin.

     "Aside from your private time which we all know about, when's the
birthday celebration?"

     "Can't happen with you out of commission," I said. "We have put the
official 'everyone come party' on hold until we see how you do. May be a
week away."

     "You don't have to do that."

     "We know we don't have to, but it's not a party without a Michael," I
said and suddenly choked up. I guess the strain got to all of us because we
were soon a teary eyed bunch holding each other. "Michael, you have always
been special, but I never knew how special until I saw you go
flatline. Bro, I am going to burn a train load of candles in thanksgiving
for your being back."

     "You can toss in some for me as well," Luke said as he dried his eyes.

     "Well, I never thought I would say otherwise, but I didn't..."

     "Drop it, Lil Bro," I said.

     "Ok, but in spite of what I might have said, I'm damn glad I'm back
and I plan to stay a long time."

     A nurse came into the room to check his vitals and I said, "Guess we
better go," and leaned over to hug Michael--gently and he kissed me on the
cheek and said, "Thanks, Bro." He did the same when Luke leaned over him.

     "Want to stop by Uncle Michael's and see what's going?" I asked as we
got into the Jeep.

     "What are you trying to do, avoid me?" Luke asked.

     I blushed and said, "Well, in a way. Thursday is so close that I keep
thinking, 'What's a day or two?' when I want you so bad."

     "Know what you mean, Dark Angel, know what you mean. But I really do
need to see him. I had completely forgotten the exhibition had to be taken
down. We'll need to work on that this afternoon, I'm sure. St. Mary's would
probably like to have their space back."

     Uncle Michael met us at the door and, before he could speak, Luke
said, "I have to apologize, Uncle Michael. I had completely forgotten about
taking the exhibition down. I'm sorry. It was thoughtless of me.

     "I would have thought less of you had you been concerned about it
given all that has gone on. But not to worry. It has been taken care of. In
fact, when John and I went over last Wednesday to start taking it down,
there was a crowd of people going through it and Fr. Tom asked that it be
left up until yesterday. The movers came in and packed everything up,
including those works which were sold. They moved the sculpture to the
hospitality house and I had taken the pencil sketch of me and John earlier
to be matted and framed. I think it turned out well, what do you think?" He
pointed to the sketch which was displayed over the living room fireplace.

     "It looks great. I'm so glad you like it, small token of appreciation
that it is," Luke said.

     "Yea, I guess you could call it a small token, but I wouldn't. Not
even where money's concerned. The first offer I had from a dealer was for
$250. Fat chance he had to purchase it. It was not for sale! I think he
would had still been bidding had I not finally convinced him it was not for
sale at any price--when I finally said 'No' and he knew I meant it, he had
just offered $700. I finally said, 'It's mine, period'. But come and see
what is left for the gallery. By the way, I had Paula's picture framed as
well. Her mother has it."

     I was surprised at how few pieces were on display. "What happened to
the others," I asked.

     "Sold, all sold"

     "Even that montage?" Luke asked. "That hardly qualified as art."

     "Maybe to you, but the dealer who got it had to outbid several
others. It increased your sales by a good bit over a thousand."

     "Holy shit!" Luke exclaimed.

     "Overall, you did pretty well. Sales came to a bit over $18,000. I let
one dealer have the entire set of the family with the promise that he would
not sell any individual work, but keep each family together. I would like
to have had them all together, but having been in the business, knew that
was unlikely. By the way, the abstract cost me $2,000 and I didn't think I
would get it at that. You are a talented young man and I don't want you
selling yourself or your work cheap."

     "Damn, I can't believe this day with the house and all," Luke said

     "What's this about a house?" Uncle Michael asked. We told him about
the house, the scholarships and Eugene's putting a football player in the
dirt.

     "The house and scholarship are great news, but watch out for the
football player. Jocks can get nasty when they make an ass of themselves
and everyone knows it," Uncle Michael warned. "But to more pleasant things
than jocks. Isn't this Thursday the magic night?"

     Well, what do you expect? I blushed and Luke laughed. "Sure is," he
said.

     "I know you two want your time together and with Michael still in the
hospital, when's the party?"

     "Not sure. That'll depend on Michael."

     "I'd like to have it here if you will. Meanwhile, if you two would
like it, I'd enjoy treating you to dinner in Lexington Thursday--I mean
just the two of you. I'll take care of all the arrangements and you can
have the Lexus so Luke won't damage important equipment," Uncle Michael
laughed.

     "What do you think, Matt? You're the one who can't wait."

     I blushed again and said "Actually, sounds good. Say 8:00? We could
come back and..."

     "And?" Luke laughed and I blushed.

     "Well, that's up to you, but I'll make reservations and take care of
everything. You could even spend the night in the hotel if you didn't want
to drive back."

     "Uncle Michael, you know this is serious business for us. I mean, I am
looking forward to a hell of a lot of fun, but it's..."

     "I know, so what are you saying?"

     "We have promised each other our first time would..."

     "How thoughtless of me. I should have known. At the falls."

     "Right."

     "You know, you could have chosen a better day to be born so your
eighteenth wouldn't have fallen on the dark of the moon. The falls will be
dark. I don't know about you, but I want to see Joh... my lover..."

     "You want to see Mr. Stephenson when you two are making love," Luke
said matter-of-factly.

     "Yes."

     "Damn, So do I--I mean I want to see Matt when we make love."

     Uncle Michael got a funny look on his face then said, as though coming
out of a trance, "You will have dinner in Lexington, right?"

     "Sure, and thanks for everything, Uncle Michael," I said.

     "Oh, by the way, Luke, the painting is in excellent hands--the very
best--and will be fully restored, but it will be a month or so before it is
finished."

     "Uncle Michael, I know I told you that the painting wasn't important
after what happened to Michael--and compared to Michael it wasn't--but you
were so right. It is important and there could never be another one--at
least so far as I am concerned. That painting is, for me, an attempt to
express my love for Matt. I felt like a knife had been driven through my
heart when it was slashed. I can never thank you enough for getting it
restored. It's kinda like getting Michael into the best possible hands. You
did that for my painting--for me--and I do appreciate it. Just as we'll
have to wait for Michael to heal, I'll wait for the painting, knowing both
will have suffered, but both will still be with us. Thank you!" and with
those words, Luke hugged Uncle Michael close.

     As we got into the Jeep to go home, Luke said, "It has really been a
great day." I agreed.

     We went to my place and sat and talked about the events of the day and
the future. We decided, in general terms, what we wanted to say in our
speeches. "We'll have to work hard on those Friday," I reminded Luke.

     "Yea, we will, but I don't think that's a problem. Meanwhile..." We
did some pretty fantastic love-making, something we had been neglecting
lately, but managed to save ourselves for later if you know what I mean.

     Wednesday at school was uneventful until Luke and I were ready to
leave. Of course there were a few cat calls and some dirty looks, but
again, that was a small price to pay for being able to hold my Yonghon
Tongmu's hand when I wanted to and sneak a kiss from time to time.

     Luke wanted to see Mr. Stephenson before we left to thank him for
helping take down the exhibition. As we walked toward the art room, I saw
Marc and his three buddies disappear around a corner. Just as we were about
to turn into the art room hall, Eugene came down the hall headed for the
band room. Before he reached it, Marc and his three fellow jocks jumped
him.

     Again, before I could see what was happening, he had one groaning on
the floor, but the other three grabbed him. As Marc pulled back his fist to
punch Eugene in the stomach, Larry flashed around the corner and Luke and I
ran toward Eugene. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I grabbed one of the
jerks, put my arm around his neck and started choking him. Larry punched
one in the gut big time and Luke did the same. By then the jerk on the
floor was up and headed for Eugene. Big mistake! He hit the floor
again. The guy I was holding got loose and Eugene floored him. Luke and
Larry had the other two and Eugene said, "One at a time!" Larry laughed and
released the guy he was holding. As soon as he was free, he rushed
Eugene. "Another turd on the pile of shit," Larry laughed. "Luke, free that
poor guy. He wants to fight." As soon as Luke released him, he took off
down the hall, running for his life.

     "Hold it, Ben," Mr. Smith shouted. Then he said, "Ok, looks as if the
fight's over and I saw it all."

     "So did I," Mr. Stephenson said. "I pushed the emergency button, but
it looks as if everything is under control. You three head for the office
and collect your buddy Ben on the way. When I get there, you had better be
there. Luke, Matt, Eugene, Larry, let's take a casual stroll to the
office," he said. "I've called for someone to watch my class."

     "So have I, "Mr. Smith said. "And here they come--coaches," he
laughed. When they arrived, he said, "Thanks for watching our classes. We
have to take care of four of your football players." The coaches snarled.

     When we reached Ms. Jones office, she had the four writing out their
version of the incident. They finished just about the time we walked
in. "Come in gentlemen. Eugene, I understand you and your three friends
attacked these four young men who were merely walking to class."

     "That's strange," Mr. Smith said. "Are they in your class,
Mr. Stephenson?"

     "No, if they were walking to class, they must be in yours. I mean,
after all, we have the only classrooms in that area. Very strange. But it
didn't appear that way to me."

     "Oh, were you two teachers witnesses to the attack on these four young
men?"

     "Actually, no. What I saw was the four attacking Mr. Willingham who
was alone, walking to my class," Mr. Smith said.

     "Appeared that way to me as well," Mr. Stephenson said.

     "Eugene, would you like to give an account of the incident?"

     Eugene told Ms. Jones exactly what happened. She asked if that was
what we had witnessed and we agreed. "And you two teachers as well?"

     "That was the incident we witnessed," Mr. Smith said.

     "Right. That's what I saw," Mr. Stephenson added.

     "Ok, the fun's over," Ms. Jones said in a very stern voice. "You
fellows made some very bigoted remarks this morning which Mr. Willingham
chose to ignore. That would have gotten you in deep hot water, but he let
you off. Now you have committed a tribunal offense. I will have the four
you attacked write up your version of the incident as well as the two
teachers. You will go before the tribunal for a bigotry-related fight and
writing up a false report and I can assure you that you will be expelled
from this school."

     "All of you are seniors, right?" All four nodded. "You all four have
football scholarships to college, right?" Again all four nodded. "Well, you
can forget them. You have to graduate and you cannot since you will be
expelled. As of now you are suspended until the tribunal meets and rules on
your case. Although I can tell you, that is a mere formality. I believe the
expression is you have really fouled your nest. Do you understand what that
means?" Again four nods.

     "You are to leave the campus at once and not return. I'll have to
call, but since this is Wednesday and graduation is Sunday, I'll ask for
the tribunal tomorrow. Unless you hear otherwise, it will meet to deal with
your case at the central office at 10:00. It won't take long then you can
find something to occupy your time because I can assure you you will not be
coming back to school."

     "You mean we won't walk? We won't graduate?" Marc asked.

     "That's exactly what I mean. It's over. You blew it. You are out of
here."

     "Is there nothing we can do?" one of the others asked. "My dad will
kill me."

     "Pity," Ms. Jones said. "Had he taught you right from wrong he would
have saved himself the trouble."

     "Ms. Jones," Eugene said, "I hate what these four jerks did and I
think they richly deserve the punishment they'll get, but I hate to see
them mess up the rest of their lives because they were
assho... jerks. Maybe if they could be taught a good lesson it would be
worth more than putting them on the street."

     "Did you have something in mind, Mr. Willingham?"

     Eugene had the most wicked smile I have ever seen spread across his
face. "Well, I don't know. Maybe."

     "Look, Eugene... Mr. Willingham," Sandy, one of the four was begging,
"We'll do anything if we can graduate and keep our scholarships. We're
sorry."

     "Bullshit," Larry exploded. "You're sorry you got caught. If you had
found Eugene alone, as you thought he was, you would have beaten the shit
out of him. Don't give me that 'We're sorry' bullshit." Marc and his
buddies had gotten a look of "We may get out of this" on their faces, but
when Larry exploded, it quickly faded.

     "Ms. Jones, they like calling people names. Maybe if they could
experience that, they would think twice about doing it. That would be
better than expelling them."

     "Your plan?"

     "Ok, if they are willing, I say we forget the whole thing. Beginning
the minute they walk out the door, they are to walk, holding hands. Check
and see which pair has the most classes together so they will be holding
hands most of the day. And no changing partners."

     "You're full of shit, Willingham," Marc said.

     "Wait, I'm not finished. Tomorrow and Friday the two partners are to
kiss each other--full, open-mouth, tongue-and-all kiss--in the cafeteria
when ALL the students are present."

     "I'll see you in hell first!" Marc exclaimed.

     "Very unconventional, Mr. Willingham, but since they aren't
interested, the tribunal is tomorrow at 10:00. I guess..."

     "Look, I don't like this one frigging bit," Randy, one of the four
said, "but without graduating and that scholarship, I'm nothing. Besides,
I'll be beat to death by my dad as well. It was a stupid thing to do and I
know we deserve being expelled because we have been told that's the
punishment. And I can tell you, Sandy and I have all our classes
together. Sandy, you've got a boyfriend." Sandy blushed, but he reached out
and took Randy's hand. "May we go now?" he asked. Ms. Jones nodded. "And as
much as I hate to say it, thanks, Eugene, you're a better man than I am and
you sure can move. Damn, I couldn't believe how fast I hit the floor."
Having said that, Sandy and Randy walked out of the office holding hands.

     "Marc, I'll see you and Ben at the tribunal."

     "I guess not," Marc said in a very defeated voice and took Ben's hand
and walked out of the office.

     The two were hardly out of the door before the pent-up laughter
started. "Well, for once in my life I have seen the punishment fit the
crime," Ms. Jones said. "Now I have to call four sets of parents before
they are on my back. Do the write-ups because if those four don't take
advantage of your generous offer, Eugene, they are out of here, out of
graduation and out of college scholarships. 'A full, open-mouth,
tongue-and-all kiss' in the cafeteria? Really, Eugene, you are too much. I
hope they don't come to you for lessons!" Eugene started making gagging
noises. "Ok, do the write-ups and get out of here," Ms. Jones said,
laughing her head off.

     Well, you can imagine what happened when the four super jocks started
walking all over the place holding hands.

     The next day the football jocks had decided to help out their buddies
and all were paired up, holding hands. Students were having a field day and
the teachers as well. You know that anything going on in the school is a
topic of conversation in the teachers' lounge. It was fun watching teachers
try to hide their smiles as a pair of jocks walked down the hall holding
hands. It was especially bad when Ms. Jones changed the marching order for
graduation so the four were together--holding hands--for graduation
practices.

     But it all stopped--except for the four--after lunch. I had started to
wonder about Sandy and Randy before lunch. They seemed to be enjoying the
hand holding. Well, about half-way through lunch they stood in the middle
of the cafeteria and Randy shouted, "If you folks need a lesson, watch!" He
pulled Sandy to himself and gave him a kiss that wouldn't wait. I mean he
would give Luke a run for his money--well, not really, he wasn't that
good--but a major kiss it was--open-mouth, tongue-and-all and it wasn't a
quickie! Ben and Marc, on the other hand, just walked to the middle of the
room and gave each other a pretty terrible kiss--but it did meet the
requirements. That did it. The shouts and hoots and catcalls--the general
student chaos--was enough to stop all the hand holding among the
jocks--except for the four.

     As soon as we could, Luke and I left school. It was our big night, but
we decided we needed to see Michael so we drove to his place. Chelsea was
there and Michael was in the downstairs bedroom/nursery. "I know you're
being babied," I laughed, "but isn't this a little much?"

     "You try walking up and down stairs after having your belly cut open
and you'll welcome baby toys and cute animals on the wall," Michael
laughed--carefully. "Actually, I'm doing great, but stairs I can't handle
yet. But why aren't you guys off saving your energy or something," he said
with a wicked grin and started singing--off-key I might add--an old love
song, "Tonight We Love".

     "I guess we've waited long enough that a few more minutes won't matter
and we had to check on our brother,' Luke said, seriously.

     "Hey, lighten up. I'm ok. Got some things straightened out--I
think--in my head. Being put out of commission for a while is not all bad,
but I think the method could be improved on," Lil Bro responded. "What
happened at school today?"

     We told him about the fight and the resulting punishment.

     "Stop!" he said, "laughing hard hurts." And he was laughing so hard
tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Marc and Ben holding hands! Man, I'm
sure sorry I missed that. But get out of here. I understand the big night
starts with dinner in Lexington."

     "You know better than that, Oh Corrupter of Baby Sisters!" Luke
said. "The big night starts with play time in the shower."

     "Well, keep it a bit calm. You don't want to run out of steam before
the main act. Now go!"

     We did. When we got to my place, we raced each other up the stairs and
as soon as we were in my room, Luke took me into his arms and started
kissing me. He could give lessons on kissing to anyone! While we were
kissing, we were both getting all tangled up trying to undress each other,
but we got it done. When we were undressed, Luke stepped back, holding me
at arms' length, and said, "God, Matthew Sarang Hanun Pomul Greywolf, you
are so beautiful! You are a hard, handsome man, Sarang Hanun Pomul, but you
are also beautiful." Of course I loved to hear those words, but even more I
loved admiring the blond god standing before me--hard both in body and
otherwise. Suddenly he scooped me up and carried me to the bed and, just
before he lay me down, half-turned and said, "You almost crushed some
packages".

     On the bed were two small boxes and a much larger one. Luke picked up
a note lying beside the two small ones and read, "For two wonderful
sons. May your love grow as ours has. Yong Jin, Greywolf, Gabrielle and
Jens." We opened our box and inside each was a beautiful--short--silver
chain. "What the heck is this?" Luke asked, puzzled. Sometimes he can be
pretty slow. I reached up and unclasped the chain holding his medallion,
slipped the long chain from it and replaced it with the shorter one from
his box. "Guess I can be pretty dumb sometimes," he grinned sheepishly.

     "Especially when your mind is all on making out," I laughed as he
replaced my chain. The larger box was from David and Margaret and contained
more massage oil and shampoo. It also held a small stainless steel vacuum
bottle with a note attached which read, "This will keep the oil warm".

     "What's your pleasure, Bright Angel?" I asked.

     "You," he replied promptly.

     "I mean how do you want me?"

     "All the way, Matt, all the way."

     "Here and now?"

     "Yea, but I think I can wait. How about a massage and a great shower
before we get ready?" Luke grabbed the bottle and went running down the
stairs. I glanced at the clock and hoped that Mom and Dad would be held up
a bit at school. Otherwise, they would see a naked blond god heating
massage oil in the microwave! While Luke was heating the oil, I snagged a
couple of beach towels for the bed and had just gotten them in place when
he came running up the stairs. "Ok, Babe, time for play." he kissed me
passionately and then said, "On your belly, Lover".

     I rested my head on my arms and felt the stream of warm oil on my
back. Luke started massaging my neck and shoulders, kneading the
muscles. It felt sooooooo good! He gradually moved down my back, eventually
reaching my butt. As he kneaded my cheeks, his fingers occasionally slipped
into my crack and brushed my rosebud. I had been hard before--I
thought--but now--well, I was lying on a hot iron rod and wetting the bed
with precum. I was so hot I started moaning and Luke laughed. "Tonight I'm
really going to make you moan sure enough!" He finally moved down my legs
kneading the muscles good. "Babe, you are tense as hell. I should have done
this a couple days ago."

     "I wouldn't have objected," I said as I turned to look at my Bright
Angel. He was now massaging my feet, taking pains to work on each toe. When
he finished, he kissed my feet and then sucked a toe. It made me hotter
than ever.

     "Turn over, Dark Angel, he said and when I did, I saw what I had
suspected. I was streaming precum. "Luke, Babe, I am so hot. I want you
right now!"

     "No, first time at the falls?" he asked, seriously. "If that's what
you really want..."

     "Luke, you know that's what I really want but, well, it's not what I
want. It's what my lust is demanding. But back off a bit, ok? I really do
want you to take me all the way the first time at the falls."

     It's hard to be massaged by your lover and it not be erotic, but Luke
came about as close as possible. He avoided my nipples and my Chili Pepper
altogether. I loved the massage, but I didn't get as hot as usual.

     Old cool Luke. As I massaged him, he got hard as a rock, but never
even suggested we do more than play around. "Matt, your hands feel sooooo
good on my body. I love your touch. I love to feel your hands on my naked
body," he said. When he turned over on his back, I continued massaging my
love. Finally, he pulled me to himself and pressed his lips against mine,
passionately. His tongue invaded my mouth and the taste of Luke filled my
entire being. We continued kissing and holding each other which was a bit
difficult because we were covered with oil. We kept sliding around over
each other. It became very funny and soon we were both laughing like fools.

     We hadn't heard Mom and Dad when they came in, but now I heard them
talking. I glanced at the clock and said, "Luke, we better get that
shower". He scooped me up in his arms--and dropped me! His oil-slick hands
and my oil-slick body were not a good combination. When I fell to the
floor, Luke dropped down beside me as we both laughed our heads off. "I
guess we better just walk across the hall," I said.

     We played around in the shower, but held back a lot since... well,
after all, tonight was the night. We had finished showering and dried our
hair. Luke's was quite long now and was a beautiful blond Afro it was so
curly.

     When it was time to get dressed, I wondered what Luke would wear. He
had become quite clothes conscious--I didn't mean clothes crazy, just
conscious of what he wore--in the past weeks, no longer tossing on just
anything. I hadn't seen him in dayglo green shorts with a shocking pink
tank top and open orange shirt since I don't know when. Not that he didn't
look good enough to eat in anything, but you know what I mean.

     I had already decided I would wear my buckskin-colored slacks and a
matching silk shirt. "I see the bride is wearing white," Luke
laughed. "Well, almost white. I guess that means you have played around a
bit. I hope with no-one else!" I slugged him on the shoulder.

     Luke dressed all in black. Just as my near-white outfit showed off my
darkness, his black made his golden hair and body shine. For the first
time, our medallions could be seen at our throats. When he was dressed, I
couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed him and kissed him with utter
abandon--kissing his neck, throat and mouth. "Yonghon Tongmu, I love you
beyond measure. I am so happy, so damn happy, I can hardly contain myself."

     "Sarang Hanun Pomul, I have loved you with all that I am for eighteen
years, maybe longer. I'm not sure I didn't love you before I was born. And
I never dreamed I could even tell you, must less hold you in my arms, kiss
you and make love to you." Then he became very quiet. "Matt, I almost faint
when I think how close I came to making all of this impossible. What if
Gabrielle hadn't come home early? What if you hadn't known where to find
me? What if..."

     "No what ifs, Luke. I think about that day and get cold chills, but it
was also the day that made tonight possible. No what ifs, just ises--what
is." Luke kissed me again, this time softly, gently with a heart filled
with love--love for me, the luckiest man in the world. "Do you think we can
get control enough not to announce our approach by a tent preceding us?" I
laughed.

     "I doubt it, but we can try."

     When we got downstairs, Mom and Dad were in the library. When we
walked in, both whistled. "Mighty good looking man you have there, Son,"
Dad said.

     "Don't think Mr. Larsen did so badly either," Mom added.

     "Mom, Dad, don't expect us at school tomorrow," I said.

     "Why not? You're not planning on staying up all night are you?"

     "Depends on how much loving an eighteen-year-old can stand," Luke
answered.

     "I think I might warn you that I heard rumors of a skip day for the
Fellowship tomorrow. Something about never having ditched school and this
looked like the time to do it.

     I groaned, "They wouldn't!"

     "Oh, yes they would," Luke laughed. "You know they would."

     "The grapevine with whom I spoke said they might well show up at the
falls around 9:00. Just a rumor, of course," Dad said.

     "They wouldn't. They couldn't. You are kidding, Dad, right?"

     "Just a rumor, but I think I'd bank on it if I were you. You don't
have anything to hide from them do you?" Dad laughed.

     "Well, to be honest, Greywolf, unless we're being 'sexually
active'"--Luke used a much-mocked counselor's voice we had all heard since
middle school, that of Mrs. Yonetta Esterbrook-Smythe who said "sexually
active" as she would have said "shit wallowing". Anyway, he continued,
"... unless we are being 'sexually active' when they arrive, they have seen
all we have to offer," Luke laughed and I blushed.

     "Be careful driving and, remember, I'm very serious about this, Luke
and Matt--very, very serious--slow and easy. You want this to be a
beautiful night you will always remember. If you rush things, you can hurt
each other. Be tender, be gentle, be loving and make the stars spin," Dad
said quietly.

     We kissed both my parents and then went to Luke's to tell his parents
goodnight as well. Unlike Dad, Jens pulled us aside and then said almost
the exact words Dad had used to tell us to be gentle. As we kissed
Gabrielle and Jens goodnight, even Jens got teary eyed.

     We got in the Jeep and drove into town to pick up Uncle Michael's
Lexus for the drive to Lexington. We would be dropping it off when we got
back.

     The drive to Lexington was uneventful. Uncle Michael had a CD burned
of the music we loved, including several versions of "More." I know kids
thought we were weird listening to that old music at top volume, driving
through Concord and then Lexington with the windows down so the wind could
blow our hair but, hey, they didn't know about being in love.

     When we reached the hotel restaurant, the maitre d' told us that he
had a special table reserved for us and that Mr. Sanders had requested that
Nelson be our exclusive waiter. After he had shown us our table, which was
in a very private nook, Nelson came and greeted us. "Your uncle has ordered
everything so all you have to do is enjoy yourselves. I wasn't on duty
tonight, but he hired me--at a generous wage I might add--to take care of
you two. So tonight's the night?" I blushed; Luke nodded. "By the way,
what's been going on in little old Concord? I heard Michael was hurt and
McBride is in prison."

     "Why don't you serve us and then sit down so we can tell you all about
it?" Luke asked.

     "Man, the maitre d' would have a litter of kittens."

     "Send him over," Luke said, "after you bring our drinks".

     It turned out, as I expected, anything Mr. Sanders' nephews wanted,
they got. If they wanted a waiter sitting with them, a waiter sat with
them. Kinda strange, but I think we enjoyed our time at dinner as much with
Nelson as we would have alone, but it didn't keep us from playing footsy
under the table.

     Nelson had been really concerned about Michael and we told him
everything was fine and he was home. We didn't try to tell him the details
of what had happened at the hospital; he would have thought we were nuts!
As we got ready to leave, he asked, "When are you guys coming back to the
club? We'd love to have 'Mr. Greywolf and his entourage' back."

     "As soon as Michael's able. We promise," I said.

     We were about four or five miles out of Lexington when the wind
suddenly started blowing like mad and the rain came down in sheets. The
wind and rain finally got so bad we had to pull off the road. Luke couldn't
see to drive and even the Lexus was being buffeted by the wind. The thunder
and lightening were crackling and rumbling across the sky. "So much for a
night at the falls," Luke said, heartsick.

     "Yea. It all started out perfectly, now this. But the lightening is
beautiful." Luke agreed and we cuddled close to each other and watched the
storm.

     "It's beautiful all right--from inside the car--but the falls..." I
waited for Luke to say the next word. I was holding my breath.

     "Ok, Matt, what do we do? We have talked and planned and dreamed about
our first night being at the falls, but we have waited--actually very
patiently, I think--for our big eighteenth and now this. What do you want
to do?"

     "What I want to do is to take you right here in this car in this
storm. That's what I want to do. No, I'm too much of a romantic. I mean,
I'm always ready--hot to trot I believe it's called..."

     Luke gave me a wicked Luke smile and kissed me hard, passionately,
lustfully.

     "I want you right here and now, but I want to make love to you under
the stars at the falls. I guess if there could be two first times..."

     "You're only a virgin once," Luke said. Then, finally, "Out with it,
Sarang Hanun Pomul, as hot to trot as you are, you want to wait."

     "I don't want to--well, yes I guess I want to. You're not mad or hurt
or..."

     "Matt, one of these days you'll learn us Nordic types can be romantics
too--we just don't let it show. It's unmanly, you know. Yea, if there could
be another first time, you wouldn't have to take me right here. I'd be all
over you, but I want our first night to be under the stars at the falls as
much as you do. So it's another night of cuddling, holding each other,
loving each other without going all the way. And, hey, I have no complaint
about the job you have been doing... but I am disappointed."

     "Same for me, Bright Angel. Well, the wind and rain seem to have
slacked a bit. I think you can drive now." We started off again and both
were strangely silent until Luke said, "Matt, so many good things have
happened this week, as big as this disappointment is, it's been a great
week".

     I kissed him and said, "Indeed it has. Even the fight was a lot of fun
in the end." The thoughts of the two jock couples holding hands and
enduring the cat calls made us both laugh. We were enjoying ourselves, even
though we had been disappointed. Actually, we were so wrapped up in each
other and our love that we failed to notice the wind and rain had stopped
until Luke exclaimed, "Holy shit, Matt, look at those stars!" I looked up
through the windshield and saw the sky spangled with bright stars. There
was not a cloud in sight! I don't know which of us had the bigger smile.

     When we reached Uncle Michael's, he insisted we come in. "I know
you're in a hurry to get to the falls--even I was young once--but John and
I would like to toast your first night. It would mean a lot to us." After
all Uncle Michael and Mr. Stephenson had done for us, how could we refuse?
As we walked in, Mr. Stephenson was hanging up the
phone. "Parents. Sometimes I wish all my students were orphans," he
laughed. "Present company excepted, of course."

     Uncle Michael appeared with a bottle of champagne and four
glasses. After he had filled the glasses, he raised his and said, "Luke,
Matt, may your love grow forever and may you know the beauty of love and
sex as I have known it twice in my life."

     As soon as we had drunk the toast, Mr. Stephenson raised his glass and
said, "May your love be ever faithful and may it be as deep and strong as
the love I have found with Michael and may your love-making set a new
standard for spinning the stars!"

     Luke raised his glass and said, "Here's to the finest friends, mentors
and teachers a man could ever have. May your love keep you forever."

     Finally it was my turn and, as usual, I was already teary eyed as I
raised my glass and said, "Mr. Stephenson, Uncle Michael, may you love each
other more each day 'til death do you part--and beyond."

     "Matt, Luke, I know you want to get out of the company of two old men
and be on your way to a night of fantastic love-making. But before you go,
do take the advise of two old men--keep your love-making gentle, loving,
slow and easy. Always, always remember to listen to your lover and never
forget that your love-making is to give your lover pleasure, not to
pleasure yourself. If you do, you will learn the secret of making love,
your greatest pleasure comes when you are thinking of making your lover
happy." He then laughed, "I know you usually hear it in church, but it is
true of love-making double time, 'It is more blessed to give than
receive'. But the amazing thing is that in giving, you truly receive. Now
get out of here and have a wonderful, magical, beautiful night under the
stars." We hugged both men, whom we had come to love dearly, went outside
and got in the Jeep. We said little as we drove into the country, but I
couldn't help but notice the grin on Luke's face. Me? I wasn't grinning, I
had a smile all over mine.

     When we reached the gate to the falls, Luke hopped out, opened it, and
I drove through. After he closed the gate, he hopped back into the Jeep and
we drove to the path leading to the falls.


                            A Special Place--Part Thirty-nine--Luke

     As I crossed the canes, I noticed Matt was carrying a package. "What's
that?" I asked.

 "I don't know. When we were walking out the door, Uncle Michael handed it
to me and said, 'In case you have forgotten something'."

     "Holy shit, Matt. After all Margaret told us and all the things she
gave us to read. After all the preparation we have done for tonight, I
forgot to..."

     "Oh, damn, Luke, so did I. We forgot lube and all that. At least I
did."

     "Well, I did too. Shit! Piss! Fuck! Where does that leave us?"

     "Standing in the middle of the night unprepared. That's where it
leaves us."

     "Well, open the package and see what Uncle Michael thought we were
dumb enough to forget."

     Since the night was dark it was hard to see what was in the package
but when Matt opened it, I could see a grin on his face again. "Not to
worry. Saved by Uncle Michael again. Man, what a welcome surprise!"

     But the surprises were not over yet. As we neared the falls, there was
a glow coming from them. "Damn, do you think there's a fire? Would put an
end to the night at the falls wouldn't it?" I said, somewhat bitterly. I
grabbed Matt's hand and raced down the path. As soon as we emerged from the
cane brake, we both stopped dead still. On the beach was an air mattress
bed surrounded by at least a hundred candles. All around the falls were
other candles placed here and there. The scene was breathtaking.

     "Luke, Uncle Michael said, 'I like to see the face of my lover'. That
phone call and the toasts and talking to us was partly a ploy to keep us
there until these candles could be lit--by whom?" I asked.

     "Remember what we did for Margaret and David? It's a good bet that
they and Mary Kathryn--maybe our moms and dads--did this. Matt, we are so
loved."

     "Yea." We stood, taking in the beauty of this special place lit by
many candles with the stars sparkling above. I was so overwhelmed that I
found myself shedding tears of joy--not something I do as easily as
Matt. He, of course, had tears running down his cheeks and a beautiful
smile on his dark, handsome face. My heart was about to burst as I looked
at him, the candles reflected in his black, black almond eyes and giving a
glow to his beautiful dark skin. How could life be more perfect than it was
at this moment? The answer came when a boom box in the dark started playing
"More". "You can bet that's Larry's handiwork," I commented as I took Matt
in my arms and we started dancing. Matt's head was nestled in the crook of
my neck and as we danced, I took the bands from his hair. As it fell loose,
our world was filled with the fragrance of Matt. God, I loved this man so
much I thought I would pass out!

     We continued dancing as I lifted his head so I could look into his
eyes. As I did, he smiled and whispered, "Luke Hans Yonghon Tongmu Larsen I
love you so much I don't think I can stand it, my beautiful Bright Angel."
He then kissed me, not lustfully, but passionately, softly, gently, as we
continued to dance, our lips sealed together. The music kept on and we
danced, but while we were dancing, I unbuttoned Matt's shirt and kissed his
bare chest and first one nipple then the other. When his shirt finally fell
to the ground, he had unbuttoned mine and it soon joined his.

     We danced, bare chest to bare chest as we kissed, more passionately
now, our tongues doing the duel we both loved so well. I unsnapped his
pants and unzipped them as we still danced but, when they fell, so did
he. "You sure know how to break up a romantic moment," he laughed, sitting
bare-assed--we had decided this was a 'no briefs or boxers' night--on the
sand of the beach. I reached down to pick him up but, instead, he quickly
unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. They, too, fell, tripping me and I fell
down beside him. We both slid our pants off our legs and stood, again
holding each other close.

     I felt his hardness pressing into me as I'm sure he felt mine. We
started brushing off the sand which was sticking to our butts, but we were
not getting rid of it. The thoughts of making love to my Dark Angel in a
bed filled with sand didn't appeal so I took immediate action, sweeping him
into my arms and racing for the falls' basin where I tossed him in and
dived in right behind him. We swam for a short time, then got out. "Just
exactly how do you expect me to get dry, Mr. Larsen?" Matt laughed. Earlier
I had spied a basket near the bed and, when I opened it, it had towels, a
blanket and other things including the vacuum bottle. I tossed Matt a towel
and showed him the bottle. Taped to it was a note which I took near a
candle to read. I read, "Enjoy this, but remember, oil and latex do not
mix! Use accordingly." I looked up at Matt and said, "This is for later."

     We dried each other and, as we were wiping our feet, Matt started
giggling. "Remember when Yong Jin used to tell us after playing barefoot
all day, 'Don't forget to wash your feet before you go to bed or you'll be
sandpapered!' Carefree days. And, oh how I loved you even then, Luke."

     After we had carefully removed the sand from our feet, we lay back on
the bed. Matt immediately became my wild Lakota Korean beauty, kissing my
chest, nipping my nipples, his body atop mine pressing Chili Pepper into
Little Luke. He started licking and kissing my chest then moving down my
body. When he reached my belly button, his tongue tickled it briefly before
he moved down, took Little Luke in his hand and stroked him a few
times. Looking up, he got a huge grin on his face as he kissed Little
Luke. But this time he didn't stop, he kept kissing Little Luke's head,
then started running his tongue over it. "God, Matt, that feels soooo
good. I don't think I can stand it!" The words were hardly out of my mouth
before Matt took Little Luke into his hot mouth. It felt wonderful! He
continued doing things with his tongue, then started gently sucking as he
also stroked me slowly. His tongue found Little Luke's slit and thrust
inside, then started moving 'round and 'round my now very sensitive
head. All the time he was looking across my stomach and chest, keeping his
eyes on mine. As much as he could without ceasing to give me pleasure with
his mouth and tongue, he smiled--my beautiful, beautiful Matt smiled.

     I started to move so I could take Chili Pepper into my mouth, but Matt
sensed what I was doing, looked at me and said, "No. I want to make love to
you and you can love me by accepting it. I want to pay attention to loving
you or your loving me and I don't think I can do both at the same time."
With his words, I relaxed and allowed myself to experience the loving Matt
was giving me.

     Once he tried to take more of Little Luke into his mouth and
gagged--not very romantic. "Matt, don't. You were sending me into outer
space when you were just kissing and tonguing Little Luke." Matt understood
that the head was the thing and he again started a gentle and then
not-so-gentle sucking, his tongue working wonders as he stroked me
slowly. But the experience was beyond what I had dreamed and that, coupled
with the fact that we hadn't made love beyond a few kisses for several
days, meant that I couldn't hold out long. "God, Matt, you are driving me
crazy! Babe, I can't stand any more! Babe, you've got to stop! Damn, Babe,
don't stop! Don't you dare stop! Holy shit, damn that's wonderful." I was
practically shouting between groans. My climax hit me before I knew it. I
just had time to shout, "Matt, I'm cu... " before I started blasting man's
seed into his mouth. Bless Matt's heart, he took it all. Again and again I
blasted his mouth full of my manhood and he took it all. Then there was a
final blast which shook my body as the stars started spinning and all went
black.

     Finally I heard Matt calling faintly, "Luke, Babe, are you all right?
Are you ok?" Matt's anxious voice reached me and I slowly opened my eyes to
find myself looking into pure heaven. Matt's face was inches from mine and
his hair had created, as it had not done for what seemed like weeks, our
special world.

     I smiled, pulled his mouth to mine and as my tongue invaded his mouth,
the taste of Matt was mingled with the taste of my own man's seed. "Matthew
Sarang Hanun Pomul Greywolf, I have never been more all right! I guess I
just can't take you full force! I think I kinda blacked out."

     "You sure did. I hope I didn't break something," he smiled.

     "From what I saw and felt, it was all working perfectly, Dark Angel."
I again pulled Matt's lips to mine for a deep, passionate kiss.

     I'll admit I was drained by Matt's love-making and was happy when he
just lay beside me as we both stared into the heavens. "Luke, did the stars
spin for you? They did for me. I felt as though you were pouring yourself
into me and every drop was precious beyond measure."

     "Matt, they spun, they sang, they danced with the joy, at the love I
felt for you and the love I was receiving from you."

     "Luke, I am so happy, so very, very, very happy. I have, finally,
given you something I have wanted to give you so very, very, very much for
such a long, long time." We both fell silent, just enjoying the touch and
pleasure of our bare bodies being together. After a while, I reached down
and found Chili Pepper was ready for more love-making.

     I turned on my side and Matt did likewise and as we gazed into each
others eyes, I stroked Chilli Pepper slowly then started kissing Matt--on
the mouth, then his neck and his chest. Keeping Chili Pepper in my hand, I
licked and nipped Matt's beautiful dark nipples, sucking first one, then
the other. Both became hard as I continued to mouth them. Finally I could
stand it no longer and kissed my way to my goal, a steel rod called Chili
Pepper. Matt had a special gift for me, thanks to Greywolf. I slid his
foreskin back and ran my tongue around the groove where it met his
head. Still exploring with my tongue, I pulled his foreskin forward and ran
my tongue between it and his head. Matt was making little whining sounds,
like a little puppy. I couldn't help but laugh. "Has baby puppy lost it's
mommy?" I asked as I looked up at Matt and smiled.

     "He just needs you to give him some more petting," Matt smiled back. I
used my tongue to give Chili Pepper pleasure, then sucked him into my
mouth. Sucking and tonguing Chili Pepper's head, I also stroked him
slowly. Matt was groaning softly and whispering, "Yonghon Tongmu, Yonghon
Tongmu, Yonghon Tongmu. Oh, Yonghon Tongmu, you make me feel so good. I
love you, Yonghon Tongmu!" then he was groaning again. His hips started
thrusting upward, pushing Chili Pepper deeper into my mouth. "Oh, Luke,"
Matt said between clinched teeth, "you are making me feel sooooooo
goooooood!" I started moving my tongue between his foreskin and head again
then I sucked harder and took more of Chili Pepper into my mouth. Matt's
hips were thrusting upward and moving around in small circles and he was
breathing in gasps as he groaned. Finally, he said, more loudly than before
but still between clinched teeth, "Yonghon Tongmu, I love youuuuuuuuu!" as
Chili Pepper exploded in my mouth. I was afraid I couldn't swallow as fast
as Matt was shooting and I didn't want to lose a single drop of his gift to
me. As the last blast hit the back of my throat, Matt collapsed and lay
very still, but his eyes never left mine.

     I crawled up his body and he pulled my lips to his in a crushing kiss,
his tongue probing my mouth. My whole being was flooded with the taste of
Matt, my lover, my Sarang Hanun Pomul, my world. He continued to kiss me
and then, as I lay atop his body, he took my face in his hands, looked into
my eyes and said, "More than the greatest love the world has known, Yonghon
Tongmu, is the love I give you 'til death do us part and beyond." As he
spoke, I felt tears in my eyes and saw tears streaming from his eyes. I
kissed the tears away and said, "And such is the love I give to you, Sarang
Hanun Pomul, 'til death do us part." I then slipped the ring from my
finger, took Matt's ring from his, and slipped my ring on his finger. He
took his from me and placed it on my finger and as he kissed me said, "'Til
death us do part."

     Again, we lay side by side in the afterglow of our love-making,
staring at the stars. "Bright Angel, I wonder if the stars are looking down
on any other couple as happy as we are at this moment?" Matt asked,
quietly.

     "I can't answer that, Dark Angel, but I can tell you this, they are
not looking down on a happier couple. And here's to them all--young and
old, rich and poor, bright and dark, gay and straight--here's to all who
love and are loved as we are," I said and blew a kiss to the stars.

     We lay silent for a time, then Matt got up, found the boom box and
started the music again. When he started back, he took the bottle and two
beach towels from the basket and walked back to where I lay. Soon Matt had
me on my stomach and I felt a stream of warm oil on my back. It felt so
good in the cool night air. Matt gave me an excellent massage. As he
massaged my feet, he kept kissing the bottoms, tickling the fool out of
me. Then it was my time.

     We fooled around, sliding over each other's oil-slick body, playfully
nipping here and there. Not having to worry if we decided to kiss Chili
Pepper and Little Luke, but not getting as aroused as might have been
expected. We were playing and having a good time. Then, remembering the
problem oil-slick bodies can be, for the second time, we dived into the
basin. We only swam for a few minutes, then used the soap Matt had found in
the basket. "Damn, the family sure takes care of its children," I said as
he came walking to the basin carrying it.

     "Yea, we are two lucky guys who chose our parents well," Matt
laughed. He started soaping my body as we stood in a shallow edge of the
basin. It took some doing to get a good lather since I was covered with
oil, but finally I was "fat free" and lathered Matt good. Just to be on the
safe side, we lathered each other well again, then dived into the water to
wash the soap away. It took a long time for us to dry each other because we
kept interrupting the process for kisses, each more passionate than the
last. When we were finally as dry as we could be, Matt pulled me close, his
cheek against mine, and said, "Luke, I want us to be united. I want you
inside me. Please, Luke."

     "Dark Angel, there is nothing in the world I want more except to have
you inside me."

     "Please," Matt pleaded, "now, Luke."  I scooped Matt into my arms and
carried him to the bed. Without putting him down, I swept the oily towels
from the bed and laid my precious treasure on the bed. As I did, I noticed
when he had brought the oil he had also brought lube. We started making mad
passionate love, our lips sealed against each other and our tongues going
wild. Then, with our mouths open, they did battle outside our
mouths. Finally, I broke off our kissing and started sucking and nipping
Matt's hard, wonderful nipples. As I did, I reached for the tube of lube
which had a nozzle on it and slipped it into Matt, making sure I had a
generous supply inside him. I also took a large amount on my fingers as
inserted one into my love. I moved it around slowly, then added a second
finger into the place where he wanted me. As I continued, I felt him relax
and asked, "Are you sure you want me inside you? It will hurt."

     "Yes, I want you inside. Yes, yes, yes.

     "You're not afraid? Nervous?"

     "Why would I be? You're my Luke, my Yonghon Tongmu, my all."

     I took another large amount of lube for Little Luke then placed Little
Luke against Matt's rosebud as he reached down and pulled his cheeks
apart. "Babe, you will tell me to stop before I hurt you, won't you?" I was
nervous, I'll admit. I was so afraid I would hurt my Matt.

     "Don't be afraid, Luke, I want you inside me NOW!

     I pushed forward slowly and as soon as Little Luke's head was inside,
stopped. "Are you ok, Babe?"

     "Just wait a minute until I relax more," he replied. "I'm ok. It does
kinda hurt some--just a little bit--so don't move." Was careful not to move
inside Matt as I started kissing him like mad. I could feel him relax more
and more, but I waited until Matt said, "Now, go ahead." I pushed again and
more of Little Luke entered the most wonderful place he had ever been. And
I stopped. After I had waited a bit, I pushed again. Stopping and waiting,
then pushing again, I was finally inside Matt--all the way.

     I was very still, just enjoying being completely united with my
love. Matt looked up at me, smiled and said, "Luke, make wild, mad,
passionate love to me!" In spite of his request, I still took it very easy
for awhile until he started bucking his hips to meet my thrust into his
hot, tight, magic love place. As I gradually started thrusting harder and
deeper, Matt started groaning again, this time saying, "Yes, Luke,
yes. Harder, harder. Deeper, deeper. Make love to me. Make me know you are
inside me." In spite of the fact that I had had a tremendous climax only a
short time before, the pleasure of being inside Matt was too much and I
knew I couldn't hold out long. In order to make the pleasure last, I thrust
deep inside Matt and lay still atop his body and we kissed
passionately. After awhile, Matt said, "Luke, again. Let me feel you
thrusting in and out of me again. Let me feel you cum inside me." I started
slowly, but soon I was moving in and out of Matt in rapid, deep strokes,
but still being careful. And if I thought my first climax was perfect, the
one which rocked my very being this time was perfect times two. I thought I
would never stop. Matt was groaning and whispering my name over and over
then he said, "Luke, I feel you pulsing inside me. Babe, you are making me
feel so great. God, Luke, I love you." Again, with the last explosion, this
time deep inside Matt, I collapsed as my world became one of sky rockets
and fireworks, then nothing.

     When I came to, I was still inside Matt--barely, because Little Luke
had grown soft--lying atop his body. He took my face in his hands again,
smiled and kissed me. "Luke, I have waited so long for what you have just
given me. Had I known it was like it was and had I been told I had to wait
a hundred years, I would have waited. My soulmate, we are now truly one and
I have never known such happiness and pleasure until this moment. God, I
love you, Luke, my Yonghon Tongmu."

     I felt Little Luke slip out of Matt as I leaned forward to kiss my
love. "Matt, my one love, my happiness and pleasure is beyond all bounds,
but it is incomplete until I feel you inside me."

     There's no use going over the details of preparation again--but you
got to remember that you skip nothing! Matt was in a rush and went
absolutely wild kissing me and mouthing my nipples as he prepared me for
his entrance. After he had covered Chili Pepper with lube, he started to
enter me. He was so aroused and hot I had to say, "Whoa, Babe, slow and
easy, remember." He pushed in and it did hurt. I guess he saw me grimace
and stopped and pulled back. "Easy, Babe. You're going to have to do a
little more with your fingers and stuff. I tensed up I'm afraid. Just go
slow and easy, stopping along the way."

     "But Luke, I've hurt you." He was right. I mean he hadn't intended to
and he hadn't hurt me terribly, but I just wasn't ready when he started. I
saw tears in his eyes and I saw right away that he was no longer hard
enough to enter me.

     "Matt, Love, yes, you hurt a little bit me. But didn't I hurt you?" I
tried to comfort him.

     "Not like I have hurt you." I held him close and said, "Matt, you are
always hot before I am, ready to go at it before I am, wanting no holds
barred. And that's ok for some things, but now you are going to just have
to go slow and easy. I want you inside me, Babe. I need you inside me. You
know that. Maybe I haven't prepared myself as well as you, but don't let
one little mistake take anything away from us. I want you, I need you, I
have to have you, Matt." My hand found Chili Pepper and I began to stroke
him slowly as I kissed Matt, assuring him of my love and need for him. Soon
he was hard and hot again. While I worked on Chili Pepper, Matt was opening
me up with well-lubed fingers.

     This time Matt was gentle and took it very slowly. He, as I had done,
pushed just inside me, stopped and waited as he kissed my neck and
mouth. Then, bit by bit he pushed all of Chili Pepper into me. I felt
full--filled with Matt, united with Matt. I had known my greatest pleasure
when I was inside Matt. Now, as he started slowly pulling out and pushing
in me, I wasn't sure which gave me more pleasure. I was now fully relaxed
and welcomed Matt's man's tool. It felt wonderful and, unlike Matt, I
wasn't very quiet as he increased the depth and speed of his thrusts. "Yes!
Matt! Yes! Damn you make me feel so good. Harder and deeper, Lover." I was
practically shouting. Matt was pounding in and out of me as he reached down
and took Little Luke in his hand and started stroking him in rhythm with
Chili Pepper's moving in and out. Again I was surprised when I realized I
was going to climax again. "Matt, I am cumming again," I shouted and, as I
exploded over his hand, I felt him explode deep inside me. My climax was
short and not as intense as the two previous ones. Matt, on the other hand,
kept pulsing and pulsing inside me. Finally he collapsed, exhausted, atop
my body, breathing in short, quick gasps.

     When Matt had finally recovered, he looked at me, smiled and said,
"Luke, if I never know that much pleasure again, I have known
pleasure. Yonghon Tongmu, you, again, have made me the happiest man in the
world." We held each other in the cool night air, cuddling and whispering
to each other of our love as, one by one, the candles flickered out and we
were left with each other in the darkness of a night of wonder and love. We
slept.

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