Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 22:12:40 PST
From: Lking 4you <lmtdedition@hotmail.com>
Subject: What A Wonderful World - Part 10

DISCLAIMER:
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The following story is a continuing work of fiction depicting a
consensual sexual relationship between an adult male and a young
male teen.  Any similarities between the characters and someone
in real life is purely coincidental.  If you are under the age of
18, or do not approve of adult/youth relationships, or the subject
matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read any
further.  The author welcomes any comments or constructive criticisms.
Please direct your comments to:  lmtdedition@hotmail.com

Authors Note:  I would encourage you to read the first 9 parts before
beginning Part 10, as this is an evolution of their story.  I wish to
thank all of you that have written with your appreciation and words of
encouragement as this story has unfolded.  If is for all of you that I
write. I would especially like to thank my new friend Ed, for his
proofing the last chapter as well as this one.  I am indebted to him

  
                       "What A Wonderful World" - Part 10
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Part 10
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     I stood in the gentle rain as the tail lights of Mason's Explorer
faded into the gray early morning light.  I felt like he was going away
forever.  Even knowing he was headed to Atlanta and would hopefully be
home tomorrow night late, the ache that settled into my stomach just
lingered there reminding me we were meant to be together, not apart.
Why is it that being more miles away seems to heighten the longing you
have when you are separated?  Both time and space seemed exaggerated now.

     Here I was, standing on the curb in front of Converse Academy ready
to face the Monday morning doldrums, and all I wanted to do was find a
taxi and rush to the airport for one last hug and another kiss good bye.

     Suddenly I heard the chants,  "Kev-in....Kev-in....Kev-in."  I
turned to find my fellow classmates standing under the portico yelling
my name in unison.  Above the archway hung a huge white banner, the 
cold wind whipping undulations across the bold red letters announcing
for all to read:  "Converse Wins - Kevin Tyler - Two New Records".
The blood rushed to my face as I tried to decide what to do next.  I
had always enjoyed my anonymity amongst my fellow students, and here 
a large number of them were hailing my arrival like some sort of hero.

     So I did what all soon to be 16 year-olds would do.  I started to
laugh and met their continuing cheers with my right arm thrust in the
air with the index fingered "we're number one" sign and rushed headlong
into their midst.  I am easily embarrassed I guess, and was silently
grateful that the two medals I still proudly wore were tucked secretly
under my shirt.  It seemed that the long weekend had served to let the
news of our victory spread throughout the school.  Everywhere I looked
there were students and teachers clapping and trading high and low fives
as if the meet had just ended.  I don't think I will ever forget the joy
I felt at being honored this way.  The same adrenalin rush that I had
felt at the pool coursed through my veins, as I once again traded hugs
and slaps on the butt with my teammates, doing all that I could possibly
do to divert the attention from just me to the entire swim team's
accomplishments.  The Monday morning blahs had changed in an instant!

     They say everyone has their 15 minutes of fame, and as the bell rang
reminding the crowd that we had a school day to begin, it was hard for
me to crash from the emotional high and return to some degree of normalcy.
As I sat in homeroom with the indelible smile still on my face, I could
only think how wonderful it would have been for Mason to have been here
to see all of this.  Now, as Mr. Bergstrom began calling roll and the
reality of the school day settled in, all I could think about once again
was how glad I was that Coach Austin had given us the morning off from
practice and how hot the sex with Mason was this morning, since we didn't
have to rush to get me here.

     It must have been a combination of all the excitement I had just been
a part of, and the vivid images of Mason and me making intense love less
than two hours ago that made my cock swell and grind against my jeans on
its way to tempered steel-like hardness.  I sure wish I was in a cubicle
in the restroom at the moment, rather than sitting here, my balls getting
tighter and the head flinching from the stimulation my briefs were treating
it too.  I shuddered and smiled to myself thinking how many times in the
last few years I had scrunched over and spurted my boycream into the stool
below me in order to relieve myself from the frequent cases of "blue balls"
I was forever getting at school.  Usually it happened following P.E. class
after I had clandestinely admired the pubertal bodies of the other boys as
we rushed around showering and getting ready for our next class.  

     I kind of giggled to myself thinking back on how many times I had
snuck into the rest room only to find another pair of feet already 
occupying one of the stalls, the jeans piled unceremoniously around the
ankles of the occupant.  It always occurred to me that they were probably
in there doing the same thing that I had in mind, which only served to 
make me all the more hard.  What struck me oddly now was the fact that
I never tried to see who it was or if that is what they were doing.  I
guess I just figured that I would want to cream in private too, so 
always made a hasty retreat and searched out another "john" so I could
get my own rocks off.  

     As I sat there kind of massaging my dick with the palm of my hand
musing to myself about all the loads that must have been washed down the
stools over the years, I actually laughed out loud at the thought, which
only served to have 25 sets of eyes focus on me at once.  "Care to share
with the rest of us what's so funny?" Mr. Bergstrom asked as he approached
my desk.  

     "Um, no....I stammered.  I was just thinking about how much fun 
this morning was," I answered.  Mr. Bergstrom grinned and handed me a 
yellow hall pass and a note from the office, requesting my presence.
For a second my heart dove into my stomach as I had this insecure feeling
that Mason's plane had crashed or something.  If I hadn't read that my
mother wanted me to call her in South Bend, I am sure sheer terror would
have overtaken me at that moment.  Nothing can shrink a boner faster than
a little fright or embarrassment, and I was totally relieved I wasn't 
"'showing" as I gathered my books and headed for the office.

     'Wonder what's happening with mom," I thought as the operator put through
my collect call.  "Maybe she and Craig eloped," I chuckled, thinking if that
was the case, I could be moving in with Mason even sooner.  "How was Chicago
honey?" she asked following her usual greeting.  

     "You mean to tell me that you wanted me to call just to find out about
the weekend?" I teased.  "It was awesome, absolutely awesome, Mom, but I 
can't tell you about it now," I stammered, while old lady Nichols did her
best to conceal her eavesdropping.  

     "Craig and I have decided to stay for another day Kevin, so we won't
be back until tomorrow afternoon," she said.  "Bet that breaks your heart
since you will HAVE to stay with Mason again," she laughed.  

     "Oh man," I groaned.  "Mason had to fly to Atlanta to meet with some
big wig, and won't be here either," I said.  "But I'll be ok, Maggs, I can
fend for myself, you know that," I said.  

     "Well maybe you can stay over at a friend's, or have someone over to
keep you company," she said.  "But don't destroy the house if you do," she
laughed.  "And no parties either," she added.  "I know you'll be fine,
and I'm sorry Mason's gone too.  We just wanted to let you know our plans,
Honey, and I'll call and leave you a message at home if anything changes,"
she said.  "See you on tomorrow; have a great day Kevin, bye".

     The morning passed quickly and each time we flooded the halls between
classes with boisterous laughing, I once again relished in the congratulatory
remarks of my friends and especially from those I didn't even know.  I began
to make plans for after practice, and the fact that for the first time in a
long time I would spend the evening totally alone.  

     Lunch time found me sitting with my teammates once again reliving
the events of the meet.  If it were possible for the celebrations to last
forever, it sure seemed like it today.  I slid from my seat to go and get
rid of my tray, when Jonn grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.

     "Hey bud, what's up?" I smiled.  "All ready for practice after school?"
I asked.  His face was flushed and I could tell immediately that something
was bothering him.  "What's the matter Jonn, is there something wrong?" I
pressed.  

     "Um, can I talk to you....you know....um in private, Kevin?" he said,
while his eyes darted around to see if anyone was looking at him.  He was
obviously nervous.  He had almost dropped his books he was fidgeting around
so much.  

     "Sure, how about after practice this afternoon; I don't have to be
anywhere and we can talk then, would that work?" I asked.

     "Yeah, that would be great," he said.  "Um, but don't tell anybody, ok?"
he said.  "It's....um...it's kinda personal," he stammered and then blushed
profusely again.  

     "No problem buddy, I can keep a secret," I whispered and then winked
at him to settle him down.  "See you at practice, Jonn, I gotta run...later
dude," I said, as I dropped my trash and headed out the door.  "Wonder what
the big deal is with Jonn?" I thought as I once again ran the gauntlet of
my schoolmates' compliments.  This was one hell of a day for me!  I mean
nothing with the exception of my time alone with Mason could compare to 
this. To cap it off, there was a shortened 7th period so the whole school
could attend the impromptu victory celebration in the gym.  Coach Austin
introduced both teams and made a short speech and proudly hoisted up the
championship trophy.  Talk about your pressure.  By the time he was finished,
you would have thought we had won the state title or something rather than
just our first meet.  But Converse had never had this success before, and I
think he wanted the whole school to get behind us now.

     Everything he said was working, and when he started to talk about my
new meet and conference records, I could feel the blood fill my face and
even my ears got really warm.  I guess I am not too comfortable with all
this attention, because I sure was grateful that he didn't ask me to speak.
There was definitely a state of euphoria and the heightened desire to work
even harder as my team mates and I spilled into the locker room and stripped
and changed for our afternoon practice.  Jonn seemed to be my shadow for
most of the two hours, and the only time he disappeared was when we once
again entered the locker rooms to shower and get dressed.  That's when he
vanished.

     I figured the best place to look for Jonn was at the exit to the 
soccer field adjacent to the lockers.  Sure enough, as I emerged into a
bright afternoon sun, there he was sitting cross-legged on the retaining
wall, clutching his bookbag to his stomach, looking more nervous than I
had ever seen anyone.  "Hey Jonn, come on we can walk home together and
talk now," I smiled.  I could tell he was really nervous, and even though
my mind was pretty much racing trying to guess what it was that had him
in such a state, I figured he would start talking when he felt like he
could.

     We pretty much just talked about the meet and other stuff as we
stopped in front of his house.  I could tell he was having a real hard
time with this, because he had this constant look of both dread and
fear on his face.  I felt my heart going out to him and kept wishing
he would just start talking and get it out.  By this time it was nearly
6:00 PM and I had two other things on my mind.  First, Mason had said
he would call me from Atlanta around 6:30, and second my stomach was
growling and demanding to be fed.

     "Your mom still working second shift, Jonn?" I asked.  I also felt
kinda bad for Jonn.  I mean, he and I were pretty much in the same boat,
since he lived with just his mom, and they struggled pretty hard to 
make a go of things.  I remember hearing one time about how his dad
had taken off when Jonn was like 3 or 4 and just never came home.  So
even though he had a dad somewhere, Jonn never knew him.  

     "Yeah," she won't get home until almost midnight," he answered.

     "I guess that makes us both 'latchkey' brothers," I smiled, letting
him know I knew just how it felt.  "Kinda nice not having them around to
nag at us though," I smiled.  "Sometimes it's good to have the privacy
and place to yourself too," I laughed, pulling his face into a headlock,
and giving his platinum blond hair a pretty good "dutch rub", which 
really helped him to relax.  "Hey, you hungry, Jonn?" I asked.  "Why 
don't you ditch your bookbag and come on over to my place, and we can
get something to eat?" I suggested.  "Then maybe you will feel more like
talking," I winked, knowing he was much more comfortable once again.

     "That would be awesome; be right back," he gushed, and sprinted up
the steps, opened his door, tossed his bag in and returned in the span
of about 2.5 seconds.  "Race ya," he yelled, as he tore across the lawn
and headed at full speed the two blocks to my house.  He was beaming
from ear to ear as I arrived out of breath.

     "Your mom not home either?" he asked as his eyes scanned the living
room.

     "Nope, she and her fiance are in South Bend until Wednesday, so it
is just you and me," I grinned. 

     "Wow, you mean you stay all alone; don't ya get scared and stuff?"
he asked.  

     "No, I do it all the time now," I answered.  Jonn had this really
kewl look on his face and I could tell he was amazed that I would be 
here by myself.  It was a combination of envy and disbelief, I think, but
he was really impressed.  Suddenly, the phone rang.  A quick glance at
the clock and I knew who it "should" be.

     "Loch Haven Anex," I answered, beginning to laugh.  "Hey, how are
you....make it ok?" I asked.  "Miss you too....Nope just going to fix
something to eat and maybe watch a video or something," I said.  "Maggs
won't be home until tomorrow either so I am all alone again" I said...
then turned to Jonn and winked just to let him know I knew he was listening.

     "Kevin, I really miss you," Mason said.  "I won't be home until late
afternoon tomorrow.  This is taking longer than I'd planned.  I hope you
understand," he continued.  "This is a really big potential account, and
so I have to give it everything I've got," he said.  

     "Well, don't give them that too," I laughed.  "You've got to save that
just for me," I teased.  "No, really, I understand.  Just call me and let
me know when you are back and when I can see you," I answered. "Can't wait
for you to come home either," I said.

     "I'm sorry I've got to run, Kevin, but the client wants to go to the
Varsity for 'naked dogs' and 'frosty oranges'....but I promise I will call you
tomorrow night for sure, or if I can get away earlier, I'll leave a
message on your machine, kiddo."

     "What's this about naked dogs?" I asked.  "Sounds kinda kinky," I 
laughed, as Jonn got this really screwy look on his face.  "Oh, I see...
ok....have a nice night.  I love you," I said.  "Come home soon.....
Goodnight."
 
     I could tell Jonn was trying to sort out just who I was talking to
by the look on his face.  It never occurred to me when I told Mason that
I loved him...that Jonn would start wondering about it.  Seemed both 
Jonn and I had a dilema or something to talk about.  "This should make
for an interesting evening," I thought.

     "Burgers and fries sound good to you?" I asked, making sure the
question didn't come up.  "We can fix stuff together, should be fun
Jonn," I said.  

     "Kewl," he answered and jumped up and followed me into the kitchen.
We talked a lot about school, our teammates and other than the huge
blob of mustard Jonn managed to deposit on the front of his shirt, didn't
make much of a mess as we sat and devoured our food.  

     "Ah, Kevin....umm...can you....um...would you like to stay at my 
house tonight....you know, since your mom is gone and all," he asked.  "I
got my computer and some really great video games and stuff, and we
can talk all night if ya want to," he said.  I could tell he was starting
to get nervous again, so I grabbed him in a bear hug and lifted him
off the floor, his slender legs flopping around like a rag doll.

     "Sounds great to me, Jonn, I really didn't want to spend the night
all alone either.  You sure it will be all right with your mom?" I asked.
The thrilled look on his face gave me the answer. "Why don't I grab
some clothes for tomorrow then, and we can go on back to your house,"
I said.  It was a curious feeling that suddenly enveloped me at that
moment.  Jonn was blushing again, just like at the meet, and as I walked
from the kitchen towards my room, I glanced back at Jonn making an
obvious adjustment to his groin.  "Hehehe....didn't mean to cause
that," I chuckled to myself.  Five minutes later he was writing his 
mom a note of explanation at his kitchen table, then leading me upstairs
to his room.  His excitement was obvious as he showed me virtually
everything he owned.

     I liked Jonn.  He reminded me of me.  He just had something about
him that made me wish I had a brother.  I knew he looked up to me.  It
was a kind of role that I guess just sort of happened with me and my
younger teammates.  But I was enjoying his company...and I could tell
he was thrilled having me there.  He was a computer whiz for sure.  I 
really got into all the different programs he showed me.  I didn't even
come close to beating him on any of his games, although he was quick to
point out that he had lots of practice.  He was telling me that to put
me at ease, and even though I knew that was what he was doing, I never
let on.  He had a kind way about him and we were really having a blast.

     "You're the first person who has ever stayed over before," he 
said.  "I've been wanting to ask Corey, but his parents are pretty
strict on him," he continued.  "But, man....it's so kewl that you came
over Kevin," he gushed, then put his arms around me and gave me a hug.
He kind of blushed red quickly and then just took two quick steps and
sat down on the edge of his bed in silence, his eyes gazing down at his
feet.  He seemed to be getting nervous again, so I figured it was time
to try to press him a little.  I climbed up on to the double bed behind
him and sat cross-legged, hoping he would turn around.

     "Jonn, you know you can talk to me about anything," I began.  I
promise you that no matter what you want to talk about, I will listen
and we will always be friends," I said.  He turned around and then 
scooted back and sat Indian style, our knees touching as we faced each
other.  I waited there patiently, smiling and allowing him some time to
collect his thoughts.  "Go on, Jonn, it will get easier if you just start,"
I said.

     "Um, well....ah...you know the other night when we were at the club
and you got mad at me for you know...when I got....a boner in the shower,"
he said, his face getting red again and then his eyes meeting mine as he
stared intently at me.  I had suspected this might be part of what was
bothering him.

     "Sure, I remember," I smiled, "but lots of guys have that happen, Jonn,
especially at our ages.  I get em too all the time ya know?" I said.

     "You do....really?" he asked.

     "Yeah, I even get them at school all the time," I answered.  I got
one this morning in home room," I volunteered hoping that information
might help him relax. "Wow," was all he could manage to answer.

     "Do you know a lot about...uh..sex stuff, Kevin?" he asked. "Because
I get all these feelings and don't know anything," he went on.  "You know
mom and I moved here a year ago, and she never talks to me about nothin',
and they didn't have any classes about it in the school I use to go to
either," he said.  "And I've been getting....uh..you know boners all the time
and having these feelings and stuff too," he said looking at me and sort
of pausing now to let me in.

     "Hmmmmm, well, I know what you mean....I mean I've been lucky cause of
school, and I talked to my mom a bunch of times too, so I knew lots of
stuff by your age," I said.  

     "Wow, you talked to your mom about sex things?" he exclaimed.

     "Yeah, she's pretty cool about it and all...you'd be surprised what
all we talked about Jonn."  I dreaded saying that, because I was afraid
he would be asking me what I talked to Maggs about, and I just wanted to
talk about the things he wanted to know, so I figured I better ask him
something quick, before he started on me.

     "So, maybe you should tell me what you know about, Jonn, and if there
is something that isn't right, or something I think might help you to
know I can tell ya about that, would that work?" I asked.  

     "Um, I guess so," he replied.  "I know about rubbing it when it
gets stiff and stuff," he blushed.  "I heard some of the boys talking
about 'jacking off' during lunch one time, and this other kid asked what
that was.  These boys started teasing him and then told him it was when
you get hard and pull on it and 'shoot your shit' and stuff, but I didn't
know what that was then.  But I would get....you know... big at night and
used to kind of lay on my stomach and rub it against the bed, and it felt
really good," he said, once again flushing red. "Then after I heard them
talking about it, I did it with my fingers that night and it felt really
better, so I know about jacking," he said.

     I could tell Jonn was pretty excited, because he was absently pushing
on his crotch, and it was obvious he had gotten hard.  I could feel my
face getting redder myself, but it wasn't from embarassment. I was thinking
about him naked in the shower again like he was at the club.  I remembered
him getting hard and then starting to jack off, which had scared the crap
out of me because Mason was due any minute.  

     "Well you remember what I told you as we were going out to Mason's
car that night don't you Jonn?" I asked.  "I said all guys do that all the
time, but it wasn't a good idea to do it in public, where other people 
might see you," I reminded him.

     "Ya, I remember," he said.  "I did it when I got home that night right
after you guys dropped me off," he grinned.  "Do you do it a lot too Kev?"

     "Of course I do," I grinned, "....I just told you all guys do it, didn't
I?  Hey it's almost 9:30, don't you think we should be getting ready for
bed?" I said.  "At least you'd better get your pajamas on or something and
then we can talk more."

     "Ok," he said as he scooted off the bed trying to hid his obvious
erection.  "Aren't you going to put your pajamas on too?" he asked, pausing
to look over his shoulder at me while he took off his shirt and pulled
a pair of pj's out of his drawer.  

     "Actually, I don't wear them, I usually sleep nude," I stated, before I
realized what I had just said. "But I'll wear my boxers, since I'm here
with you," I added.  He carried his pajamas into his bathroom, and I could
hear him unzip and change.  I decided it would be better if I were already
undressed when he got back, so I quickly pulled off my clothes and was lying
on my stomach with my head facing the side away from the bathroom.  My half
swollen cock was safely tucked underneath me, when I heard his bare feet
slapping on the floor, and then he landed face down next to me.  He turned
on his side and looked intently at me once again.

     "Why don't you turn the lights off, so we can get some sleep?" I said.
As he slipped out of bed, I could tell his cock was still fully erect, but
now he seemed to either not notice, or didn't care any longer about hiding
it.  It sure poked out as he switched off the lights.  A small automatic
night light turned on, giving the room a kind of soft glow, and he gave a
kind of nervous giggle as he layed back down next to me once again.

     We lay there almost whispering for about another half hour as he asked
me all kinds of questions about sex.  He really didn't know all that much,
that was for sure.  When I explained about intercourse and the sex that a
guy and a girl have, his eyes seemed to double in size, as his brain took
everything in.  I kind of laughed to myself at some of the expressions
he showed as I did my best to repeat what he would learn in sex education
as a freshman.  I tried to keep it all black and white, almost clinical
like my teacher and mom did, but I could tell he was really intensely 
absorbing all that I said.

     "What's a 'naked dog'?" he asked.  "You said it was kinky or something
when you were on the phone earlier," he reminded me.  

     "Oh, it's some kind of a hotdog at this place called the Varsity
in Atlanta, Georgia," I answered.  "I guess even presidents have gone there
to have em....at least that's what Mason told me," I said, hoping he wasn't
going to say anything further.  But of course I was wrong.

     "Was that Mason you were talking to?" he asked, in an even lower whisper.
I could tell he was really thinking deeply now, because he wrinkled his 
forehead and then leaned up on one elbow and was poised anxiously waiting for
for me to answer.

     "Yes," I answered, knowing what was coming.

     "I heard you said that you loved him, are you...um...do you mean love
him like a dad or something, Kev?" he asked.  I knew that this moment was
going to be one of the most critical things in my life.  On the one hand I
couldn't minimize what my feelings were for Mason, nor deny my love about
him.  On the other hand, here was Jonn, looking up to me for explanations
and for the first time in my life, I really felt like it was important to
be helping someone understand about the feelings I have.....and even more
important, the fact that I was gay.

     "Jonn, can I trust you....I mean can I trust you more than anything on
this Earth?" I whispered.  "Because there is something I will have to tell
you about....explain to you...and you have to promise me right here and now
that you will never tell anyone else about it ever."  

     "Oh God, Kev...I promise, I mean you are my best friend in the whole
world.  I promise that I won't ever say anything to anyone, not ever," he
said, then he got even closer to me.  So close that I could feel his breath
on my face.  The moment of truth was at hand.  How we got to this point I
will never know, but I just had to tell him.

     "Jonn, I love Mason with all my heart, but not like a dad.....Mason and
I are in love with each other....he is my lover," I said.  Jonn's eyes 
tripled this time, and I could see the vein on his slender neck pumping
blood so fast that I knew his heart beat was just racing.  "Listen to me,
Jonn.  I'm gay, and so is Mason, do you know what being gay is?" I asked,
my own heart beating so loud I thought I could actually hear it roar.

     "It means you like guys instead of girls, doesn't it?" he said in such
a soft voice that I could barely make it out.  "So you love Mason because...
um.....because you're gay and he is too?" he asked. 

     "Yes," I whispered back.  "I have known for about four years that I was
gay Jonn.  My mom knows too, and a couple other people, but Mason and I
met, and we fell in love, and my mom and her boyfriend Craig are getting
married, and I am going to go live with Mason for the rest of my life," I
said.  "We really love each other Jonn....I hope you can understand that,
because it is super important that you do," I said.  The silence was 
deafening.  For a full minute I just stared intently at Jonn's face waiting
for him to react.

     "Ohhhh Wow!" he said.  I had hoped there would be more from him, but
the tension was so thick a chain saw couldn't dent it, so I just waited 
a bit more.  Finally, he said,  "So you guys are in love and love each
other....and like do things....I mean like do sex things....to love each
other.....when you are....um....alone together?" he asked.  "I won't say
anything to anyone Kev, I promise," he added.

     "Yes, we make love with each other, Jonn, because when you are with
someone you truly love, whether you are gay or not, it doesn't make any 
difference.  You make love because you want too, Jonn, and with Mason it
is beautiful," I said. "You ok?" I finally said.  "I mean do you understand
now?" I asked.

     "Oh WOW, yes.....that's so kewl" he said, and as he actually grinned
at me, his face just seemed to shine.  "I think that's awesome!!" he said.

     Jonn just had this totally understanding and accepting look on his
face.  It is really hard to describe it...almost like the weight of the
world had been lifted from his shoulders.  It is amazing what knowledge
can do to one's spirit.  I was so thrilled that he totally understood that
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close and just hugged him tight.
"You're really special, Jonn.  Thanks for understanding," I whispered in
his ear as we just held each other for a few moments.

     I was aware that Jonn's cock was hard and pressing into my leg.  
I was really caught up in the emotion of the moment and was rationalizing
that the talk we were having about all of the sex and especially about 
Mason and me had no doubt caused him to get that way.  But I wasn't
prepared for, nor did I expect, what happened next.  We pulled away from
each other and I looked back in his eyes.

     "Um....Kevin....how do you know if you're gay?" he asked.  I mean
you said you knew four years ago already, but how do you know?"  I knew it
was "in for a penny, in for a pound" now...so I just figured I had to
cover it all.

     "Well, I never ever thought of girls....I mean never thought of
girls and sex," I said.  "As long as I can remember, I just always got
excited when I would look at some of the other guys, Jonn.  I remember
when I was in first grade, and I thought a boy that was in my class
was pretty.  I mean I was thinking he was pretty and I just wanted to
touch him....you know...I guess I was feeling about him the way guys
who like girls think about girls, but with Tommy, I really wanted to
like him," I explained.  "Then when I was older, I kept looking at the
boys and men at the pool and especially naked in the showers and stuff."

     "Whenever the guys talked about sex and girls, it was always the
guys that made me get excited.  I used to get hard looking at the men and
at night I would lay in bed, feeling myself and picturing them naked,
and wanting to....you know...touch them too," I said.  "So when I learned
to jack off...kinda like you did, I used to do that and think about doing
things with other guys too; and when I had sex education last year and
we studied homosexuality...you know....people who are gay....I did a lot
of extra reading...and decided that's what I was.  I was gay," I explained.

     "And you never thought about girls ever?" Jonn asked.  "I mean you 
only got excited when you thought about other boys?"

     "Yes Jonn, only when I thought about other boys.  You see, no one
makes you gay.  I think being gay is special...and that makes me special
Jonn, and I know lots of people hate gay people and call us all sorts of
dirty things, but I know I was born this way, and I like being gay.
I like it because that's what I am, Jonn."

     Several minutes passed without a single word being said.  We both
lay there on our backs, hands behind our heads.  Jonn was staring up
at the ceiling, his mind obviously deep in thought.  I didn't want to
overwhelm him with facts and details, all the things I had learned about
myself.  The important thing was he knew my secret.  He had acknowledged
it and accepted it so easily.  I was actually proud of the way it came
out.  Then once again Jonn broke the silence. 

     "Kev," he whispered.  "I'm gay too!"  Then the silence hit again
like a shroud of darkness enveloping the two of us.  I knew I heard what
he had just said, but couldn't get any response out at all.  My spit
turned to cotton and my stomach began to fill up with butterflies.  I
rolled onto my side and just looked at him for a few moments, his eyes
were still locked on the ceiling.

     Finally I said softly, "How do you know Jonn?"

     "Because everthing thing you just told me about it, is the way I
have always felt too," he said, as he turned towards me once again and
looked even more deeply into my eyes.  "Can I tell you a secret too,
Kevin?" he asked, with the same intensity that I had extracted from
him.  I nodded and he spoke even more quietly now.  "I think about
guys when I jack off too, but mostly just about Corey and one other
one," he said, then his eyes lowered and his lips trembled for a split
second, and his body shuddered twice.  "Promise you won't get mad at
me Kevin?" he asked.

     "Hey Jonn, after all we have talked about already, do you think
I could ever be mad at you?" I answered.  The tension just sort of
melted away now, and he raised his eyes once again, and said "Kev,
the other guy I think about all the time is you."

     I was absolutely dumb struck!!  I could only only once again
put my arms around him again, and pat his hair gently as he sobbed
into my neck, the tears running down his cheeks at the enormity of
what he had just confessed.  Everything made such perfect sense to me
now.  The way he had always found a way to be next to me, my shadow,
the way he had gotten hard that night in the shower.  Even the way
he couldn't control his erection at the meet last week, and more than
anything....now!!  Now I knew that this was what he really wanted to
talk to me about earlier today.  His feelings....the jumbled up nerve
wracking gay feelings he had.....the feelings that I knew so very well!

     "Hey Jonn, it's ok," I whispered.  "Being gay too makes you also
really special, and I am proud that you are that way too," I said.

     "Really?" he asked, as he pulled away and sniffed the moisture
that was caught in his nostrils back up inside. "Then, there isn't 
anything wrong with me?" he asked, once again looking into my eyes
for reasurance as he wiped his tears on his sleeve.

     "Not one blasted thing," I grinned.  "Except that your mother can't
plan on any grandchildren now," I giggled.

     "Oh, guess not," he smiled.  "Your mom either," he laughed as he
poked me in the ribs.  "Man, this is so kewl," he said and he plopped
backwards on the bed, and once again put his arms behind his head. 
I wish you could have seen him.  His incredibly green eyes were just
sparkling.  He had the most peaceful look on his face.  His face was
still flushed with enormity of what he had discovered, his long
blond eyelashes just seem to flutter each time he blinked.  He was
at peace with himself too and that was the most important thing of 
all.

     "We better get to sleep, early practice tomorrow," I said.  

     "Ok", he smiled, and he looked at me one last time and said "Thanks
Kevin...you're the best."  Then he closed his eyes and snuggled up 
close to me, his right arm drapped across my chest.

     I lay there myself, counting the holes in one of the acoustical
ceiling tiles, and trying to put this all into perspective.  I knew
that Jonn and I would be having a lot more talks.  He needed me, and
in ways that I really didn't understand, I needed him.

     "What's it like Kevin?" I heard him whisper.  I turned my head
to see him gazing up at me.  

     "Wonderful....more than you can imagine," I said.  The moment just
overwhelmed me.  I turned on my side and lowered my lips to Jonn's,
tasting the supple flesh.  He pressed his to me too, the full "bee
stung" boy lips parting allowing my tongue to flicker across his
perfect white teeth.  He gasped and tugged at me with his arm as
we pulled closer together, the warmth of his body resting fully against
mine.  Our tongues met at the entrance of our mouths and slowly danced
side to side, just savoring the slick warmth.  

     His breath began to come in short gasps as he closed his mouth
around my tongue, the hot breath exuding quick bursts from his nostrils
as he suckled my tongue as it explored the soft lining of his inner
mouth.  His arms wrapped around me tightly, his tiny hand stroking the
back of my neck.  He pushed his tongue past mine, the long slender
probe entering my mouth for the first time.  It swirled round and
round, back and forth across my teeth and under my lips high up on my
gums.  Further he probed, as his face began to gently rock against mine.
Our heads rotated in slow motion as we lay there lost in time, joined
together for the first time, as Jonn gave himself up to me.

     I began to kiss his lips softly, then one-by-one each cheek.  My
fingers found the buttons on his pajama top and one-by-one released 
the binds that covered his chest.  My lips traced each eyebrow as
his tongue and lips suckled my neck.  I turned his head slowly to
the side and exhaled deeply into his ear, as the passion began to
increase.  "Oh, Jonn," I whispered, as his hard tiny, pink-tipped
nipples were exposed to my eyes.  I felt my cock reach its fullness
and begin to release my pre-cum into my shorts.  It strained for
release, and yet, my lips were drawn down along Jonn's slender neck.
I tasted the sweet smooth skin, dragging my tongue across the
protruding collar bones and down to his pubescent chest.  

     He began to moan softly as the tip of my tongue contacted his
wonderful nipple, the eraser sized nib, so incredibly hard, yet
supple to my lips.  I lavished praise on one then the other as 
John's small fingers slid into my hair and stroked and held my
head against his chest.  I could hear his heartbeat.  Like a baby
robin's, it beat with such a flutter....a metronome gone wild.
My fingers brushed back and forth over his belly, causing his 
skin to vibrate, and his tight swimmer's muscles to twitch over 
and over again.  I drew figure eights with my finger tips around
and around his navel.  He was an "outie" and each time I grazed
the nub, he sucked in his stomach and gave out a passonate groan.

     My left hand found the first tiny metal snap that held his
pajama bottoms around his tight tiny waist.  My fingers fumbled and
pinched, and I could hear the click as it gave up the struggle and
parted.  I glanced down to see the protrusion of Jonn's hot pink
cock poking against the next and final snap.  A dime-sized patch
of moisture contrasted with the light blue cotton of his shorts
where his cockhead pressed forward.  Jonn instinctively raised his
hips upward in anticipation of the release.  My fingers splayed
the fabric, twisted quickly, and his wonderfully warm penis was
free.  I tugged off his bottoms as he sat up and threw aside his
shirt.  He was naked and tender before me, trembling like a newborn
lamb.

     He reached for my cock, his tiny fingers grasping at the fabric
of my boxers, tugging urgently at the waistband to release my swollen
prick.  I lay on my back and raised my hips, as his hands pulled on
each side.  Halfway down, the cloth caught on my swollen cock, 
pulling the hardness downward sharply as he struggled to free me.
"The snaps, Jonn, the snaps," I whispered, as his hands found them at
last.  My full 6 1/2 inches slapped upward released from the confines
and lay throbbing in the cool air.  Jonn gave out a gasp, as I was
revealed to his eyes.  His gaze was riveted on my turgid cock as he
tugged my shorts down and off, completing the task.  

     His hand trembled as he ever so slowly reached over and closed
his hand around my cock.  He pulled upward allowing the soft skin to
slide through his fingers as the eyelit released a ceaseless flow of
nectar.  He sat there mesmorized as he fondled and caressed me.
His hand cupped and encircled my hairless sack, his fingers gently
rotating my balls, memorizing the feel.  This was a magical moment,
and he was transfixed in the ministrations of my groin.  His fingers
were so delicate, as their transient explorations covered my body.

     I took hold of both arms and pulled his slender nakedness on top
of me, the warmth of our bodies enveloping one another.  I wrapped
my arms around him, and began to gently caress his back.  His 4"
penis was resting on top of mine.  He slipped his arms behind my
head and lowered his lips back to mine.  He began a slow rocking 
motion as our hips began grinding back and forth, up and down, then
around and around.

     The passion was driving us now, that unseen force of need.  I
could only hold him close and caress him now.  My hands slid down
across his lower back and up and around the small soft globes of
his youthfull ass.  He arched his back and groaned as my fingers
traced downward along his crack and brushed against the hairless
pucker that his anus presented.

He clung to me tighter and tighter as our cocks released more
and more pre-cum.  I rolled us onto our sides once again and slid
my face downward towards his pubic mound, my tongue once again
tasting his tender flesh.  In the soft light, there was only the
faintest trace of short tiny blonde hairs beginning to show at only
the two sides of his pubic mound.  I breathed deeply as my tongue
brushed them and the first scent of his youthful musk entered my
nostrils.  

     My fingers, slipped below and held his walnut sized seeds,
encased in an almost translucent bag that was drawn up tightly
to his body.  His sack was like mine, devoid of hairs and so
soft.  He moaned over and over as I pressed my face against the
shaft of his slender cock.  My tongue began to flicker back and
forth as it rested and then jerked over and over as I ever so
slowly worked towards the tip.  I pulled gently on his balls
and his cock pulled away from my cheek.  I paused for a moment
to marvel at the beauty that pulsed before me, so expectant in
its need.

     I pressed my lips to the soft warm crown of Jonn's beautiful
cock, the sweet precum saturating my tastebuds as my tongue began
to flicker around and around the tip.  Jonn gasped and raised his
tiny hips upward as I opened my mouth and then closed it around
the ridge of his penis.  In a long single motion his swollen shaft
slipped inside, and my lips met his pubic mound as he was fully
encased within.  I clamped my lips tightly and sucked upward to
the tip, a flow of clear juices emerging to greet my taste buds
once again.  I felt his cock jump as I held it softly in my
mouth.  Then, as before, plunged downward to meet his upward thrust.

     His hands grabbed my face and pulled me away. He pushed me
down and rolled towards my own swollen cock, his explorations of
discovery driving him onward.  His hands surrounded my balls,
his tongue met the free flowing pre-cum that oozed from the slit.
He was moaning over and over as his mouth explored every inch
of my shaft.  He was kissing and licking me in an ever-increasing
passion.  He let out a groan and sucked me in and began to 
take as much as he could.  His teeth scraped against the ridge,
and I recoiled from the abrasion, but sensing what needed to 
change he began to go up and down, taking as much as he could
within.  My nerves were on fire, my need to explode so great.
I fought off the desire to cum, not knowing what to do, and
desparately pulled him off me, and rotating so our mouths could
give to each other at the same time.

     He buried his face in my pubic hair, smelling my musk and
licking the hairs and sucking on them too.  His hands were all
over me, his fingers exploring the warm moistness of my ass,
and his hand caressing my balls.  I suckled his cocklet and
deep throated each inch.  Our sighs and moans echoed through
the room as the slurping and feverish needs increased.  We
were racing to conclusion, lost in lust.

     Jonn's whole body went rigid and from deep within him
a gutteral sound began to rise.  I felt his cock swell and
in a cataclysmic explosion, my mouth filled with the thin
boy semen his body egested.  His high pitched screams took
over as he thrust his hips against my face.  The flow ceased,
and he collapsed and pulled me even tighter than before.

     His head was like a machine as he drove me insane.  His
mouth sheathed my cock and sucked harder and harder.  Somehow
he instinctively knew when it was time.  He tickled my anus
with his finger and gently squeezed my balls, then pulled
upwards with his mouth as my cockhead swelled, and the dam
burst as the tides of orgasm egested into his hungry mouth.
I shook violently as his small body held on for dear life.
I could hear him almost whimpering as he fought to swallow
all that I gave.  

     It seemed like eternity that we were caught in the lust.
We kept each others penises in our mouths as we softened,
neither one of us wanting to release the other just yet.
Finally, we separated and wrapped our arms and legs around
each other and kissed each other ever so tenderly again.

     Jonn was still shaking as we lay there for the next
few minutes.  Then suddenly we heard his front door open
and close, and scrambled to cover ourselves.  I was caught
up in stark raving terror, not knowing if the door was
locked or whether his mother would be opening it any 
second.  My heart was pounding so hard, I thought my chest
was going to burst.  No sooner had we pulled the covers
over us, the door slowly opened, and our eyes slammed
shut.

     Then it hit me!!  It hit me so hard, that I began to
shake and break out in a cold sweat.  My stomach began to
churn, and my throat began to violently contract.  I 
stumbled from the bed, and raced across the room to the
bathroom and fell forward, my head finding the porcelean
stool just as the vomit spewed forth.  I wrenched over and
over as the guilt seized control of every fiber in my brain.
What had I done?!!  How could I have gotten so caught up in
the events that had just taken place.  I grabbed a towel
and began to sob, the tears streaking my face.  I had
just betrayed my lover, disgraced the wonderful trust that
we had so devotedly pledged.  I wanted to run, I wanted
to flee in the panic that controled my every breath.  I
wanted to cease to exist, and I knew that nothing I could
ever say or do, would make things right.

     Suddenly, I felt Jonn's hand on my shoulder as he
knelt down beside me.  "Are you ok, Kevin?" he asked,
a look of terror in his eyes, as he begged me to respond.
"Did my stuff make you sick?" he asked, as I pulled myself
up and tried to gather my senses.  Just then there was
a knock on the door.  His mother called out from the
darkness of the hallway.

     Is something wrong boys?" I thought I could hear someone
getting sick?" she asked.

     "It's all right now, Mom, Kevin had an upset stomach, but he's
ok now," Jonn said.  He pulled me to my feet and held me tightly
as if to apologize.  "She's gone, Kev, come back to the bed," he
pleaded.  My whole body felt like I had been savagely kicked in
the groin.  All I wanted to do was get dressed and go home to try
to hide my shame for all time.  I looked at Jonn and his eyes were
flooded with tears, his face full of fear.

     I wanted to go, but I knew I had to stay.  I couldn't let Jonn
think that he had made me sick, and this was all his fault. "Let's
just lie down for a few minutes," I said, pulling him towards the
bed.  I collapsed and he put his arm around me and laid his head
on my chest.  In the quiet, he just trembled and held me without
moving.  I don't know how long we stayed that way, hours maybe.
I know I just stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for the 
Grim Reaper to appear.  Finally Jonn quit trembling, and he lifted
his head and looked into my eyes, searching for something from me
to let him understand what happened.

     I struggled to find the right words.  "I'm sorry, Jonn, I 
shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that," I began.  "And
I just cheated on Mason, and I love him so much that I don't know
what I'm going to do now," I cried.  

     "So my stuff didn't make you sick then?" he asked once
again.

     "No, it was really wonderful, Jonn, and you were wonderful too,
but don't you see, I shouldn't have let it happen, and I feel 
like dying for not being faithful to Mason.  I've got to tell him,
and I don't think he'll ever forgive me either," I said, as the
tears began to flow once again.  For Jonn's part, he was really 
trying to comfort me now.  He couldn't say anything but that he
was sorry, and all I could do was keep reminding him over and over
that it wasn't his fault.  It was close to 3:00 AM before the black
shroud of sleep finally gave us some peace.

     Jonn's mother woke us to get ready for school, and my head
hurt so bad that I just wanted to go home.  After making my excuses
to Jonn's mom about not being hungry and explaining that I still 
didn't feel good, I asked her if she would call the school and report
me sick, so I could go home to sort my life out.  Jonn walked me home
as he headed for practice.  He really was a great kid; even if he
didn't understand it all, he still tried to cheer me up.  He asked me
if I would be ok by myself all day, and I assured him that I just 
needed some time alone to think.  

     "Jonn, I just want you to remember this," I said as we stood on
the sidewalk in front of my building.  "Being gay is special, and I
am glad that we could find out about each other last night," I said.
"And being....well you know...your first was something I know neither
one of us will ever forget either....but it can't happen again, and
I don't want to lose you as a friend either," I said.  "I know we 
got a lot of other things to talk about too, so please just remember
you are a terrific person, and I'll get through this, and we can still
be best friends, ok?" I asked.

     "It was so kewl," he grinned, and yet he knew a little bit more
about how I felt.  I watched him dash down the street towards school
and walked slowly into the house, not really knowing what the rest
of the day would bring.

     The last thing I remember was falling exhausted onto my bed.
I must have slept for hours, because I awoke to Magg's voice calling
my name.  I sat up just as she peered into the room, her eyes meeting
mine.  I couldn't help it.  At the moment she saw me I just started
to weep.

     "Dear God, sweetie, what's happened?" she asked as she sat on
the bed my head craddled in her arms.  I wanted to talk, needed to
talk, but the only thing I could do was see Mason's face, and how he
would be hurt by what I had done.  I could only cry shamefully, and
shake uncontrolably.  "Kevin, talk to me," she said sternly.  "Calm
down and talk to me honey."

     Telling Mom what I'd done....what had happened.... was so painful,
that it made me even more terrified of being able to tell Mason.  
No matter what Maggs told me, it didn't seem to matter.  I knew deep
down inside that she was doing all she could to comfort me, but 
some things just get so bad, that your mind detaches and you can't
make your emotions catch up to sound reasoning, I suppose.  I have
to give credit to Mom though.  Not once did she ever condemn me for
my actions.  

     "Mom, you've got to take me out to Loch Haven...I mean you've
got to take me out there NOW so I can talk to Mason.....Please!!,"
I pleaded.  "He's supposed to get there late this afternoon, and I
don't want him calling and having to tell him on the phone...can we
go out now?" I begged.

     I really don't remember much about the drive out to Loch Haven,
except that the closer we got, the more dread I felt.  Maggs kept 
trying to tell me "things would work out," but I really wasn't 
listening all that much to her words.  I just kept picturing Mason's
face...kept feeling the hurt and wiping the tears from my eyes.

     As we passed under the archway and the house came into view,
I started hyperventilating and got the dry heaves.  Mom stopped
the car and took hold of my arm and pulled me close and once again
did her best to calm me down.  When we stopped in the driveway,
I jumped out and looked in the garage windows, the Explorer wasn't
there....Mason wasn't home.  I was suddenly afraid once again, that
maybe he would stop at our house on his way.

     "He'll be here soon," mom said. "Why don't you just sit in the
car while we wait, and we can talk it out some more?" she offered.

     "I need to be alone mom....why don't you just leave me here
and go on home?" I said.  

     "Don't you think maybe I should stay, Kevin, in case you want
to come back with me," she replied.  

     "I guess you're right, but I'm going down to the lake to think,"
I said.  As I walked down the pathway, the calm waters of the lake
looked dark and moody.  I climbed up on the boulder and once again
buried my head in my hands, lost in the thoughts that overwhelmed me
again.  
 
     A half hour later, Mason's Explorer turned into the lane and
pulled in slowly next to Magg's car.  She stood there with her eyes
locked on Mason's.  He could tell that there was real concern on her
face as he looked around for Kevin, then got out and approached her.

     "What's happened, Maggs?" he asked as she took his hand and led
him over to a redwood bench and sat down.  "Where's Kevin, is he
all right?" he said the concern rising in his voice.

     "He's here, Mason, but I have to tell you that he is in a lot
of pain right now, I mean he isn't injured, but he needs to talk to
you badly and that is why I brought him out," she said.  "I can't 
tell you what it is, that is for him to do," she said.  "But he is
being terribly hard on himself, and please just hear him out before
you react Mason," she gently smiled.  "He loves you so much, please
just remember that, ok?"

     "Where is he?" Mason asked, as he stood up and Maggs gave him
a tender hug.

     "Down at the lake," she whispered.  "Go to him; he needs you,
Mason.  Don't worry, I know you love him enough.  I'm going to leave
him here and go now, because I think that is the best thing for 
both of you," she added.  "I love you both and know you two are
meant to be, so just go to him now, and remember what I've said."

     They stood and embraced, a knowing understanding passing between
them; then Mason turned and walked slowly around the house as Maggs
drove away.  He paused for a moment at the top of the hill.  There
in the distance he could see Kevin sitting atop the granite rock,
just as he had photographed him early one morning.  He seemed so
small, motionless, but his body also seemed to be frail, wrapped within
himself.  His eyes remained riveted on Kevin, as he slowly and silently
walked to his lover.  

     "Hello kiddo," he said as he stopped five feet from Kevin and
waited for him to look up.  

     Slowly Kevin's head lifted from his knees and turned to Mason,
his eyes red and overflowing with tears.  He slipped down slowly
and walked to Mason's outstretched arms and gentle warm smile.
For several moments he just clutched tightly to the warm chest of
his only true love.  Mason could sense the pain that Kevin was
feeling, and although he was inwardly concerned at the news he was
going to hear, he was grieving for Kevin as he could see the pain
in his eyes.  He took Kevin's hand and led him silently along the
lakeshore and into the redwood gazebo that was perched on the point,
then gently sitting the two of them down beside one another, he turned
to Kevin.

     "No matter what you have to tell me, Kevin, I just want you to
know that I love you," he said.  I know you are hurting and it 
hurts me to see you like this; but no matter what it is, I promise
I will understand," he softly spoke.  Several minutes passed as 
Kevin sat there, his head down, drops of saline tears falling onto
his jeans, staining the fabric with the sorrow he held within.
Then he slowly raised his head and turned to Mason and looked deep
beyond his eyes.

     "I.....I've...I've been....unfaithful...." he managed, then began
weeping again, falling against Mason's shoulder as his lovers's strong
arms held him close once again.  Mason's heart beat heavily with the
words echoing time and again in his brain.  Then Kevin raised his
head again, and all the events came pouring out just as they had happened
as Mason absorbed them all.  "Please don't hate me....Please don't make
me leave you," Kevin said.  "I'm so sorry I hurt you....I would never
do it again....Please don't hate me Mason."

     "I could never hate you, Kevin, no matter what happens in our lives,"
he said.  "I love you so much and would be lost without you too," he
sighed.  "You know, Kevin, first of all I love you more now than ever,
because you felt so strongly you had to tell me about this, but you are
being too hard on yourself."  He slipped the bracelet off his wrist and
exposed the inscription to Kevin's eyes.  "What does it say Kevin?" he
asked.

     "Always lovers, always friends," Kevin cried tenderly.  

     "That's right, Kevin, and that is what we will always be.  You 
just happened to be in a situation where demonstrating to Jonn the
actions that you and I share, seemed like the best way to help him
come to an understanding about his own feelings.  Nothing more, and in
a way, I accept that and what happened as just that," Mason explained.
I knew that Jonn had a crush on you, Kevin, and that's why I understand
how this happened.  I made you a promise the day we met, do you remember
what it was....about forgiveness?" he said.

     "Yes," Kevin answered.  "You said that you forgave me in advance
for anything that I might ever do in order for me to know just how 
much you loved me," he said.  

     "Guess you needed to remember that today, didn't you then?" Mason
said, as he pulled Kevin's face to his, and kissed him softly.  "I read
somewhere, Kevin, that the true meaning of forgiveness is 'my giving up
my right to hurt you for hurting me,' and although I understand about
all of this more than you might think I would, my love for you has
already put this behind us, is that ok?" he asked.

     "Oh yes Mason, yes," he answered, as he held on tightly once again.

     "You and I have chosen that road less traveled, Kevin, the one that
is bound to have a few more bumps and bruises along the way, but it is
the one we chose because we love each other and I believe that is always
the way it will be," Mason said.  "Now, your mom's gone back to town,
and I don't know about you, but I'm starting to shiver out here, so
let's go inside and build a fire, and I'll treat you to a 'naked dog'
and anything else you want," he laughed.  Kevin's smile turned to a 
grin, and they held hands and walked arm and arm back up to the house.
A reassuring phone call by Kevin to Maggs, and the world seemed right
once again.

     Later that night, as Kevin nestled up against him in the quiet
security of their love; once again content and knowing that what they
have is special, Mason silently thanked God for his tender young lover
and the gentle inward voice whispered... "What A Wonderful World!"


I hope you have enjoyed this continuing
love story.  If you have any comments,
please write me at:

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