Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 15:26:17 -0500
From: Sequoyah <sequoyahs-place@charter.net>
Subject: Saga of the Elioxzabethton Tarheels 12

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

When we reached our suite, Justin wrapped me in his arms, started
unbuttoning my shirt, then gave up and just yanked it over my head. As soon
as I was free, he leaned forward to kiss me again and just before his lips
reached mine, I heard laugher coming from the bathroom.

"Damn, I forgot about the Jacuzzi!" I said.

"So did I. It just wasn't very important to me at the moment," Justin said
as he stuck his tongue in my ear, then called out, "Y'all all decent?"

"Of course!" Susan answered, "what else?"

"Susan?" I asked Justin. "I wouldn't be surprised at Adam and Bobbie, but
Susan?"

"Want to join her?"

"Sure, why not?" I responded.

Justin went to his room and put on trunks while I found mine. When we
opened the door to the bathroom, the other four Clan members were in the
Jacuzzi. With a wave of his hand, John laughed and said, "To coin a phrase,
come on in, water's fine." Adam sat on one side of the Jacuzzi, his arm
around Bobbie, while John was on the other side, his arm around Susan.

"Looks pretty romantic, John," Justin said. "Guess you and Susan slipped
one over on us."

"How often do we have to tell you? We're just long-time good friends,"
Susan responded.

"Yeah," John added. "We could hardly get romantic if we wanted to. It would
give the country club matchmakers too much pleasure. Now that they have
struck out with Marc and Mary Beth, they are pretty down in the dumps and
need a success real bad, but we're not it. Come on, join us."

"Yeah, I guess they really did strike out with Marc," Justin laughed,
looked at me and, so help me, winked.

"Hear she's hot enough these days to turn a swimming pool into a Jacuzzi,"
Bobbie laughed. "Rumor in some circles is that she had to change private
schools -- again -- because she was caught with a teacher and a guy from
the boys' school -- being fucked by one while giving head to the other, if
I may be so crude."

"Look what you're missing, Marc," John laughed.

I shrugged and said, "As I told her, I don't want my prized possession,
Marc Junior, playing in a public playground. You never know who's been
playing there!"

"I like that," Susan grinned. "I'll have to remember that the next time Mom
starts on the 'our kind of people' crap. 'Playing in a public playground.'
Yeah, I like that. Guess you're really out of that rat race in more ways
than one." My heart skipped a beat, terrified Susan was going to announce
Justin and I were lovers or at least that I was gay. "Your father's in
Raleigh and off your case, and your mother has pretty much taken herself
out of the country club rat race and not just out of all the parties."

"Well, I don't mind it at all," I replied. "I'm especially glad Mother got
out -- and out of the bottle. She's running around over Europe with a woman
who is proud of being sober fifteen years. I hope it rubs off on Mother,
but I'll understand if she slips."

We joked and carried on until the timer on the Jacuzzi went off. "I've had
enough, more than enough," John said, climbing out. "You'd think we'd have
better sense than to crawl into a hot tub in Florida."

"Especially since the only way we could possibly stand it is to have the
air conditioning cranked up high," Susan added.

After everyone had dried off and headed back to their rooms, Justin closed
the door to our suite and took me in his arms. His mouth covered mine and
once again we engaged in some hot kisses. When we broke the kiss, I slid my
hands down Justin's body, hooking my thumbs in the waist of his trunks and
sliding them to the floor. As I stood, I kissed Mister Smith. Justin slid
his hands down my back, pushing my trunks down until wiggling my legs
caused them to drop to the floor. We both had raging hardons.

We took a quick shower to get rid of the chlorine from the Jacuzzi, dried
off and walked, arm-in-arm, back to the living room. As we stood,
exchanging kisses, Justin said, "Mr. Porcher, I don't think we can make up
any lost time sleeping in separate beds. Your room or mine?"

"Mr. Smith, you will be most welcome to my bed," I replied.

It took us a while to reach my room since we hadn't learned how to kiss and
walk at the same time. We finally reached the bed and were making out very
well when, suddenly, I felt Justin's hand enclose Marc Junior. I sucked in
a huge breath and whispered, "I don't think you need to stroke me. I am on
the verge of exploding already," I explained.

"That makes two of us," Justin replied and, against my advise, started
slowly stroking my rock-hard cock.

When I looked at him, he had an evil grin on his face which changed quickly
to one of pure pleasure when I grabbed Mr. Smith, matching him stroke for
stroke. We both exploded, covering hands, chests, and stomachs. We lay,
side by side, in the afterglow of two volcanic eruptions, being two young
studs in love.

We were so unaware, we had not heard anything and were oblivious to
everything until John called out, "Marc?" He was clearly standing just
outside the bedroom door. Once again, he had just walked into the suite
without warning or if he had knocked, we had not heard him.

"Yes?" I responded. "Give me a minute."

Marcus Junior had been semi-relaxed after the explosion. Now he wilted
completely and quickly. I realized I wasn't ready for John to discover
Justin and me in bed with each other, our bodies covered with fresh jizz,
since there was no logical explanation other than what was going on. "Hit
the bathroom," I whispered as I grabbed a T-shirt and started wiping my
chest and belly. As Justin raced through the bathroom to his room, I hopped
out of bed, yanked on a pair of briefs and went to the door.

When I opened the door, John was standing just outside it. When he saw me,
I thought he got a crazy grin on his face but, if he did, he quickly hid
it. "I didn't mean to disturb you, but Adam asked me when breakfast was and
I didn't know. We didn't want Mrs. Metzer to have to go to extra trouble
because we stagger down at all hours."

"Thoughtful of you and you're absolutely right. How does around nine
sound?" I asked.

"Seems reasonable. I'll let Adam and the girls know, if you'll make sure
Justin knows."

"Sure," I replied. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. See you at 9:00." John looked at me, grinned and said again,
"Well, goodnight."

I closed the door behind him, went to the phone and left a message for
Mrs. Metzer. While I was on the phone, Justin stuck his head around the
door from the bathroom and smiled, "Coast clear?"

I smiled back and said, "Coast clear."

We crawled back in bed and started talking about the two near misses we had
already, and we had been lovers for only a couple or three hours. We were
both pretty uptight about it and were soon talking and thinking about the
implications -- some of them anyway -- of our new relationship. "I'd like
to shout to the world that we are in love, stand on top the roof and
announce to everyone, 'I'm in love with Justin Chayton Smith and he loves
me!'"

"I suppose you'd like to have half of the society page of the weekly
'Elizabethton Gazette.' I can see it now, 'Mrs. Marcus Alexander Porcher of
Elizabethton and Mr. Marcus Alexander Porcher III of Raleigh, announce the
coming out of their son Marcus Alexander Porcher IV. Young Mr. Porcher
anticipates fucking like a bunny with Mr. Justin Chayton Smith, also of
Elizabethton.' Not a smart move, loverboy. Not smart at all," Justin
said. "Even here with our very best friends, it would not be a wise move. I
don't think it would make a lot of difference to Susan. In fact, I suspect
she knows already. At least, I suspect she knows and has known I am gay for
a while. Probably you too."

"How could she since I just decided...?"

"Whoa! Not decided, Marc, admit it. We both know it was not a matter of
deciding, but admitting," Justin laughed. "Anyway, I'm just sure she knows
from the way she looks at us sometimes. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be
surprised to learn she even suspects we're in love with each other. I think
she probably realized it before we did... well, not that, but before we
admitted it to ourselves, much less each other. So I'm sure Susan will be
very supportive. But John... what his response will be is a big question
for me."

"John will be supportive. I think we can depend on it. I'm sure of that. He
has been very vocal in his support of a couple gay guys, partners, lovers,
whatever, who are members of the country club. When they came out, most of
the club members got all upset, but his dad and Lacy fought to the bitter
end and now I think most of the club members accept them. Of course,
Mr. Thurmond and Lacy would have a dying duck fit if John announced he was
gay. Don't think that's likely to happen. But so long as it's someone else
-- or John stayed in the closet, for that matter -- no problem. They're
cool with gays so long as it's not their son or daughter, I bet. No, I
don't worry about John or Susan. Bobbie is the unknown."

"Except for the fact that she belongs to Adam who is more than a little
homophobic."

"Yeah, I was going to say among all our friends, some may have attitudes
which will surprise us, but not Adam. He is a real asshole about gays."

"In spades! Remember all the fuss he and his fellow jocks made when Sam
Jenkins came out? Kept saying they'd not play football with any
cock-sucking, ass-fucking faggot."

I laughed, recalling Adam's ranting and raving. "Remember that day he was
carrying on about damn fairy faggots and said, 'Well, we won't have to
worry about a faggot on the team. Ain't no cock-sucking, ass-fucking sissy
faggot who can play football worth shit anyway.'"

"Yeah, and Bobbie said, 'Guess you're ignoring, of course, the fact that
Sam has announced he is gay, is captain of the football team and, at the
end of the season last year, was selected for the all-conference team.'"

Justin laughed, "Speaking of cock suckers and Bobbie, the thought occurs
that while I am not a cock sucker -- yet -- I suspect I will be, and that
will put me and Bobbie in the same club. Wow, I can see it now on the front
of the society page of the 'Elizabethton Gazette', maybe right below your
coming out announcement. 'Mr. Justin Chayton Smith, after demonstrating
proficiency in the art by performing on Mr. Marcus Alexander Porcher IV,
was inducted into the Elizabethton Chapter of Cocksuckers of America by
Chapter president, Bobbie Reed.'" Justin was putting on a real show and I
had been laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face.

When I finally got control of myself, I said, "Get serious, Justin, we'll
just have to keep our relationship a secret, even if I don't want to."

"Sure, no problem, Marc, so far as I am concerned. Well, only one problem,
one tiny little thing. In its short 250-year history, no-one, but no-one
has kept a secret very long in lovely, historic, small-town Elizabethton."

"Yeah, you're right about that," I agreed.

We lay in bed, snuggled against each other and talked about our new
relationship/situation, and some of the ramifications for us, for almost
two hours. Finally, we were both talked out and so sobered by then that
there was no mad, passionate love. In fact, after a very long kiss, our
arms about each other, we sailed off to the land of nod.

Before we went to sleep, I had remembered to set the bedside alarm. When it
went off at 8:00, I reached for Justin before opening my eyes and he wasn't
there. Finally able to get my eyes open, I saw Justin propped up on an
elbow, looking at me, a huge smile on his face. He leaned over, kissed my
forehead softly and said, "Good morning, Sunshine."

"If you don't clear the way for me and let me run, it'll be a not-so-good
morning, Rain Shower!" I laughed, jumped out of bed, and raced to the
bathroom, Justin right behind me. We released two golden streams into the
toilet.

When I finished, Justin reached over, grabbed Marcus Junior and shook him,
laughed and said, "I've wanted to do that for a long time!"

Marcus Junior started responding and I said, "Think we might shower and get
ready for breakfast before things get out of hand."

"In hand, you mean," Justin grinned. "First, we deal with dragon mouth."
Justin grabbed his DOP kit and started brushing his teeth. I did the same
and when we finished, he said, "I'm ok to kiss now!" and proceeded to
demonstrate the fact.

We were engaged in a tongue battle when Justin lifted me in his arms and
walked to the shower. He held me while I adjusted the water temperature and
then walked into the shower with me. Working at the furniture store had
transformed what had been a nicely built body into a wonderfully hard,
solid one.

Justin took the shower gel and started lathering my body, paying particular
attention to Marcus Junior, my balls, and my ass. He turned me around so he
was at my back, covered Marcus Junior with more gel, then started stroking
him slowly with one hand as he teased a nipple with the other. As he
continued stroking me, he reached up, took my chin in his hand, turned my
head over my shoulder and covered my lips with his. His tongue invaded my
mouth, bringing me the wonderful taste of Justin. His kiss continued as he
gradually increased the speed of his stroking. His hard cock was resting in
the crack of my ass and I pushed back against it as I went over the edge,
shooting hot lava again and again as Justin continued stroking me. Soon my
knees were so weak I started sinking to the floor, but Justin's strong arms
held me close.

Finally, I turned and embraced Justin and whispered, "Justin, you are so
beautiful and I love you. I love you so much."

"Ah, it's just because I give a good hand job!" He grinned. I felt like
bashing him one. I was being romantic and he was cracking jokes! It would
take me a while, but eventually I would learn Justin was embarrassed by
'mushy love talk.' Unfortunately, when I thought I had it all figured out,
he started lapping it up! Another of those ongoing adjustments you have to
learn to make in a relationship worth keeping.

Somewhat in the spirit of his response, I answered, "Not really. I haven't
done a bad job at it myself for several years. In fact, I have never given
myself a bad hand job but, well, there is a lot to be said for having
someone you love handle the job!"

"Prove it! Come on prove it," Justin challenged with a grin. He had no
complaints except he erupted in no time at all, having been hard all the
time he was giving me loving care.

We finally got around to finishing in the shower and had barely managed to
get dressed when John rapped on the door and, as before, just walked in the
living area as he called out, "You two ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah, be right in," I responded as Justin raced to his room through the
bathroom. If this kept up, he'd soon wear a rut between our rooms. No doubt
in my mind we'd keep up what we'd started -- and then some!

When I reached the living room, John was alone so I asked about Adam.

"Where do you think he is? He went over to the gals' wing to get an ego
boost from Bobbie. All he can talk about is Bobbie. You'd think it'd be old
by now."

"Really?" Justin responded as he walked into the room. "I think if I were
in love, it would never get old."

"Yeah, well, agreed," John said, "but it's not just things like going over
to say good morning. Bobbie is all he can talk about. Sometimes I wonder if
he's trying to convince himself of something, like maybe she's not as stuck
on him as he thinks. I do know it's becoming more and more obvious he's
much into the 'my little woman' thing and I'm not sure where Bobbie is with
that." I was surprised because I had been thinking similar thoughts
recently.

"Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough and right now breakfast waits," I
said as Justin joined us and we headed out the door.


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Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels

Chapter Twelve

Warning!

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When we reached our suite, Justin wrapped me in his arms, started
unbuttoning my shirt, then gave up and just yanked it over my head. As soon
as I was free, he leaned forward to kiss me again and just before his lips
reached mine, I heard laugher coming from the bathroom.

"Damn, I forgot about the Jacuzzi!" I said.

"So did I. It just wasn't very important to me at the moment," Justin said
as he stuck his tongue in my ear, then called out, "Y'all all decent?"

"Of course!" Susan answered, "what else?"

"Susan?" I asked Justin. "I wouldn't be surprised at Adam and Bobbie, but
Susan?"

"Want to join her?"

"Sure, why not?" I responded.

Justin went to his room and put on trunks while I found mine. When we
opened the door to the bathroom, the other four Clan members were in the
Jacuzzi. With a wave of his hand, John laughed and said, "To coin a phrase,
come on in, water's fine." Adam sat on one side of the Jacuzzi, his arm
around Bobbie, while John was on the other side, his arm around Susan.

"Looks pretty romantic, John," Justin said. "Guess you and Susan slipped
one over on us."

"How often do we have to tell you? We're just long-time good friends,"
Susan responded.

"Yeah," John added. "We could hardly get romantic if we wanted to. It would
give the country club matchmakers too much pleasure. Now that they have
struck out with Marc and Mary Beth, they are pretty down in the dumps and
need a success real bad, but we're not it. Come on, join us."

"Yeah, I guess they really did strike out with Marc," Justin laughed,
looked at me and, so help me, winked.

"Hear she's hot enough these days to turn a swimming pool into a Jacuzzi,"
Bobbie laughed. "Rumor in some circles is that she had to change private
schools -- again -- because she was caught with a teacher and a guy from
the boys' school -- being fucked by one while giving head to the other, if
I may be so crude."

"Look what you're missing, Marc," John laughed.

I shrugged and said, "As I told her, I don't want my prized possession,
Marc Junior, playing in a public playground. You never know who's been
playing there!"

"I like that," Susan grinned. "I'll have to remember that the next time Mom
starts on the 'our kind of people' crap. 'Playing in a public playground.'
Yeah, I like that. Guess you're really out of that rat race in more ways
than one." My heart skipped a beat, terrified Susan was going to announce
Justin and I were lovers or at least that I was gay. "Your father's in
Raleigh and off your case, and your mother has pretty much taken herself
out of the country club rat race and not just out of all the parties."

"Well, I don't mind it at all," I replied. "I'm especially glad Mother got
out -- and out of the bottle. She's running around over Europe with a woman
who is proud of being sober fifteen years. I hope it rubs off on Mother,
but I'll understand if she slips."

We joked and carried on until the timer on the Jacuzzi went off. "I've had
enough, more than enough," John said, climbing out. "You'd think we'd have
better sense than to crawl into a hot tub in Florida."

"Especially since the only way we could possibly stand it is to have the
air conditioning cranked up high," Susan added.

After everyone had dried off and headed back to their rooms, Justin closed
the door to our suite and took me in his arms. His mouth covered mine and
once again we engaged in some hot kisses. When we broke the kiss, I slid my
hands down Justin's body, hooking my thumbs in the waist of his trunks and
sliding them to the floor. As I stood, I kissed Mister Smith. Justin slid
his hands down my back, pushing my trunks down until wiggling my legs
caused them to drop to the floor. We both had raging hardons.

We took a quick shower to get rid of the chlorine from the Jacuzzi, dried
off and walked, arm-in-arm, back to the living room. As we stood,
exchanging kisses, Justin said, "Mr. Porcher, I don't think we can make up
any lost time sleeping in separate beds. Your room or mine?"

"Mr. Smith, you will be most welcome to my bed," I replied.

It took us a while to reach my room since we hadn't learned how to kiss and
walk at the same time. We finally reached the bed and were making out very
well when, suddenly, I felt Justin's hand enclose Marc Junior. I sucked in
a huge breath and whispered, "I don't think you need to stroke me. I am on
the verge of exploding already," I explained.

"That makes two of us," Justin replied and, against my advise, started
slowly stroking my rock-hard cock.

When I looked at him, he had an evil grin on his face which changed quickly
to one of pure pleasure when I grabbed Mr. Smith, matching him stroke for
stroke. We both exploded, covering hands, chests, and stomachs. We lay,
side by side, in the afterglow of two volcanic eruptions, being two young
studs in love.

We were so unaware, we had not heard anything and were oblivious to
everything until John called out, "Marc?" He was clearly standing just
outside the bedroom door. Once again, he had just walked into the suite
without warning or if he had knocked, we had not heard him.

"Yes?" I responded. "Give me a minute."

Marcus Junior had been semi-relaxed after the explosion. Now he wilted
completely and quickly. I realized I wasn't ready for John to discover
Justin and me in bed with each other, our bodies covered with fresh jizz,
since there was no logical explanation other than what was going on. "Hit
the bathroom," I whispered as I grabbed a T-shirt and started wiping my
chest and belly. As Justin raced through the bathroom to his room, I hopped
out of bed, yanked on a pair of briefs and went to the door.

When I opened the door, John was standing just outside it. When he saw me,
I thought he got a crazy grin on his face but, if he did, he quickly hid
it. "I didn't mean to disturb you, but Adam asked me when breakfast was and
I didn't know. We didn't want Mrs. Metzer to have to go to extra trouble
because we stagger down at all hours."

"Thoughtful of you and you're absolutely right. How does around nine
sound?" I asked.

"Seems reasonable. I'll let Adam and the girls know, if you'll make sure
Justin knows."

"Sure," I replied. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. See you at 9:00." John looked at me, grinned and said again,
"Well, goodnight."

I closed the door behind him, went to the phone and left a message for
Mrs. Metzer. While I was on the phone, Justin stuck his head around the
door from the bathroom and smiled, "Coast clear?"

I smiled back and said, "Coast clear."

We crawled back in bed and started talking about the two near misses we had
already, and we had been lovers for only a couple or three hours. We were
both pretty uptight about it and were soon talking and thinking about the
implications -- some of them anyway -- of our new relationship. "I'd like
to shout to the world that we are in love, stand on top the roof and
announce to everyone, 'I'm in love with Justin Chayton Smith and he loves
me!'"

"I suppose you'd like to have half of the society page of the weekly
'Elizabethton Gazette.' I can see it now, 'Mrs. Marcus Alexander Porcher of
Elizabethton and Mr. Marcus Alexander Porcher III of Raleigh, announce the
coming out of their son Marcus Alexander Porcher IV. Young Mr. Porcher
anticipates fucking like a bunny with Mr. Justin Chayton Smith, also of
Elizabethton.' Not a smart move, loverboy. Not smart at all," Justin
said. "Even here with our very best friends, it would not be a wise move. I
don't think it would make a lot of difference to Susan. In fact, I suspect
she knows already. At least, I suspect she knows and has known I am gay for
a while. Probably you too."

"How could she since I just decided...?"

"Whoa! Not decided, Marc, admit it. We both know it was not a matter of
deciding, but admitting," Justin laughed. "Anyway, I'm just sure she knows
from the way she looks at us sometimes. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be
surprised to learn she even suspects we're in love with each other. I think
she probably realized it before we did... well, not that, but before we
admitted it to ourselves, much less each other. So I'm sure Susan will be
very supportive. But John... what his response will be is a big question
for me."

"John will be supportive. I think we can depend on it. I'm sure of that. He
has been very vocal in his support of a couple gay guys, partners, lovers,
whatever, who are members of the country club. When they came out, most of
the club members got all upset, but his dad and Lacy fought to the bitter
end and now I think most of the club members accept them. Of course,
Mr. Thurmond and Lacy would have a dying duck fit if John announced he was
gay. Don't think that's likely to happen. But so long as it's someone else
-- or John stayed in the closet, for that matter -- no problem. They're
cool with gays so long as it's not their son or daughter, I bet. No, I
don't worry about John or Susan. Bobbie is the unknown."

"Except for the fact that she belongs to Adam who is more than a little
homophobic."

"Yeah, I was going to say among all our friends, some may have attitudes
which will surprise us, but not Adam. He is a real asshole about gays."

"In spades! Remember all the fuss he and his fellow jocks made when Sam
Jenkins came out? Kept saying they'd not play football with any
cock-sucking, ass-fucking faggot."

I laughed, recalling Adam's ranting and raving. "Remember that day he was
carrying on about damn fairy faggots and said, 'Well, we won't have to
worry about a faggot on the team. Ain't no cock-sucking, ass-fucking sissy
faggot who can play football worth shit anyway.'"

"Yeah, and Bobbie said, 'Guess you're ignoring, of course, the fact that
Sam has announced he is gay, is captain of the football team and, at the
end of the season last year, was selected for the all-conference team.'"

Justin laughed, "Speaking of cock suckers and Bobbie, the thought occurs
that while I am not a cock sucker -- yet -- I suspect I will be, and that
will put me and Bobbie in the same club. Wow, I can see it now on the front
of the society page of the 'Elizabethton Gazette', maybe right below your
coming out announcement. 'Mr. Justin Chayton Smith, after demonstrating
proficiency in the art by performing on Mr. Marcus Alexander Porcher IV,
was inducted into the Elizabethton Chapter of Cocksuckers of America by
Chapter president, Bobbie Reed.'" Justin was putting on a real show and I
had been laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face.

When I finally got control of myself, I said, "Get serious, Justin, we'll
just have to keep our relationship a secret, even if I don't want to."

"Sure, no problem, Marc, so far as I am concerned. Well, only one problem,
one tiny little thing. In its short 250-year history, no-one, but no-one
has kept a secret very long in lovely, historic, small-town Elizabethton."

"Yeah, you're right about that," I agreed.

We lay in bed, snuggled against each other and talked about our new
relationship/situation, and some of the ramifications for us, for almost
two hours. Finally, we were both talked out and so sobered by then that
there was no mad, passionate love. In fact, after a very long kiss, our
arms about each other, we sailed off to the land of nod.

Before we went to sleep, I had remembered to set the bedside alarm. When it
went off at 8:00, I reached for Justin before opening my eyes and he wasn't
there. Finally able to get my eyes open, I saw Justin propped up on an
elbow, looking at me, a huge smile on his face. He leaned over, kissed my
forehead softly and said, "Good morning, Sunshine."

"If you don't clear the way for me and let me run, it'll be a not-so-good
morning, Rain Shower!" I laughed, jumped out of bed, and raced to the
bathroom, Justin right behind me. We released two golden streams into the
toilet.

When I finished, Justin reached over, grabbed Marcus Junior and shook him,
laughed and said, "I've wanted to do that for a long time!"

Marcus Junior started responding and I said, "Think we might shower and get
ready for breakfast before things get out of hand."

"In hand, you mean," Justin grinned. "First, we deal with dragon mouth."
Justin grabbed his DOP kit and started brushing his teeth. I did the same
and when we finished, he said, "I'm ok to kiss now!" and proceeded to
demonstrate the fact.

We were engaged in a tongue battle when Justin lifted me in his arms and
walked to the shower. He held me while I adjusted the water temperature and
then walked into the shower with me. Working at the furniture store had
transformed what had been a nicely built body into a wonderfully hard,
solid one.

Justin took the shower gel and started lathering my body, paying particular
attention to Marcus Junior, my balls, and my ass. He turned me around so he
was at my back, covered Marcus Junior with more gel, then started stroking
him slowly with one hand as he teased a nipple with the other. As he
continued stroking me, he reached up, took my chin in his hand, turned my
head over my shoulder and covered my lips with his. His tongue invaded my
mouth, bringing me the wonderful taste of Justin. His kiss continued as he
gradually increased the speed of his stroking. His hard cock was resting in
the crack of my ass and I pushed back against it as I went over the edge,
shooting hot lava again and again as Justin continued stroking me. Soon my
knees were so weak I started sinking to the floor, but Justin's strong arms
held me close.

Finally, I turned and embraced Justin and whispered, "Justin, you are so
beautiful and I love you. I love you so much."

"Ah, it's just because I give a good hand job!" He grinned. I felt like
bashing him one. I was being romantic and he was cracking jokes! It would
take me a while, but eventually I would learn Justin was embarrassed by
'mushy love talk.' Unfortunately, when I thought I had it all figured out,
he started lapping it up! Another of those ongoing adjustments you have to
learn to make in a relationship worth keeping.

Somewhat in the spirit of his response, I answered, "Not really. I haven't
done a bad job at it myself for several years. In fact, I have never given
myself a bad hand job but, well, there is a lot to be said for having
someone you love handle the job!"

"Prove it! Come on prove it," Justin challenged with a grin. He had no
complaints except he erupted in no time at all, having been hard all the
time he was giving me loving care.

We finally got around to finishing in the shower and had barely managed to
get dressed when John rapped on the door and, as before, just walked in the
living area as he called out, "You two ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah, be right in," I responded as Justin raced to his room through the
bathroom. If this kept up, he'd soon wear a rut between our rooms. No doubt
in my mind we'd keep up what we'd started -- and then some!

When I reached the living room, John was alone so I asked about Adam.

"Where do you think he is? He went over to the gals' wing to get an ego
boost from Bobbie. All he can talk about is Bobbie. You'd think it'd be old
by now."

"Really?" Justin responded as he walked into the room. "I think if I were
in love, it would never get old."

"Yeah, well, agreed," John said, "but it's not just things like going over
to say good morning. Bobbie is all he can talk about. Sometimes I wonder if
he's trying to convince himself of something, like maybe she's not as stuck
on him as he thinks. I do know it's becoming more and more obvious he's
much into the 'my little woman' thing and I'm not sure where Bobbie is with
that." I was surprised because I had been thinking similar thoughts
recently.

"Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough and right now breakfast waits," I
said as Justin joined us and we headed out the door.


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