Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2001 00:32:58 -0500
From: MS
Subject: Daddy's Little Boy Ch. 10 Gay/Incest

Daddy's Little Boy
Chapter Ten

(This is purely a work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead
is coincidental. This story contains sexual situations between
adults/minors, minors/minors and gay/incest. The author does not practice
or condone behavior depicted in this work.  Remember it's only a story! If
this material is illegal in your area or if it offends you please don't
read any further. Otherwise, read on, enjoy and keep the letters cummin!)

November 1976

   Mason Smith had been fifteen for a little over three weeks and he was
nearing the halfway mark of his sophomore year at Martin County High
School. This year had been a lot different than last year for several
reasons. One of them he attributed to something his Dad had written him in
one of his letters; 'Never be afraid to be who you are, there never has
been, nor will there ever be, another you.'

   Mason had taken the advice to heart and taken courage from his Father's
words. At the beginning of this school year he had come back to classes
with a chip on his shoulder. He no longer cowered and cringed when people
called him names or tried to bully him.  When they saw he was willing to
stand up for himself most of his tormentors lost their nerve and left him
alone. He also found that by readily admitting he was gay it took the sting
out of words like fag and queer and when his classmates saw that the words
no longer had power over him they stopped using them.

   Most of them anyway, but even that had an ironic twist to it. During the
Homecoming Football Game Mason discovered that the cliché, 'Those who
shout it loudest usually are themselves,' was called a cliché for a
reason.

   It was a Friday night, bored and lonely Mason had dug into the stack of
letters from his Dad, leafing through them and reading bits and pieces as
words or phrases caught his eye.  It wasn't just reading the letters that
made him feel better it was touching the same paper his Father had touched,
seeing his Dad's thoughts written in his own neat handwriting.

   Mason sighed and hugged the well-worn letters to his chest before
carefully folding them up and placing them back in the metal box that held
an old microscope kit. Even if his Mom should run across the box she'd
never think to open it and look inside. He pushed the box as far as he
could under his bed and pulled a pair of boots and old sneakers in front of
it.

   Full of pent up energy and sexual frustration Mason stared around the
room looking for something to occupy himself with on a Friday night. There
was the half-built 'USS Enterprise' spaceship model he could work on but
that seemed childish somehow. He looked at the stacks of records near his
stereo but listening to his favorite records alone wasn't exactly appealing
either.

   Running out of ideas Mason considered jacking off but doing that alone
wasn't exactly thrilling either. He sighed and stared at the ceiling
wracking his brain for something to do or someplace to go.

   The loud burring of the telephone sounded from the living room and
swinging his legs off the bed Mason ran from his bedroom, down the short
hall and into the living room.  He picked it up on the third ring.

   "Hello?" he said breathlessly.

   "Mason!" came the familiar voice of his cousin Gina, "I'm so glad I
caught you at home!" Her voice took on a dramatic pleading tone, "Mason, I
need a really big, big favor!"

   "Shoot!" Mason said wondering what Barry's sister, head cheerleader and
all around Miss Popularity wanted from her gay cousin.

   "Tonight is the Homecoming Game and Jerry McIntyre our mascot called in
sick, so we need somebody to take his place." Gina paused and waited for
her cousin to reply, when he didn't she rushed on, "Oh, please say you'll
do it Mason! We can't have the last football game of the year without our
mascot, we've already lost our football captain!"

   Mason thought of the goofy cowboy outfit with its leather chaps,
ten-gallon hat and tin badge, the Martin County Marshals mascot. "I don't
know Gina, I mean I don't know what to do...and in front of all those
people?"

   "You'll be fine, all you have to do during the game is kind of run up
and down in front of the bleachers and make the crowd cheer the team on."

   "And that's it?" Mason asked not trusting his cousin.

   "Well, there's a little show we do at halftime but its simple and I'll
show you what to do...please!" Gina's stretched the word out for a long
moment.

   "Okay, I'll do it, but I'll need a ride."

   "We'll pick you up in ten minutes!" Gina said excitedly, "Thank you,
thank you, thank you Mason, you're a life saver!"

   "Sure, see you in ten." Mason hung up the phone and his stomach knotted
in anxiety, why had he let her talk him into this?

   Forty minutes later, Mason followed Gina into the empty gymnasium. A
group of girls congregated in one corner of the cavernous room talking and
giggling excitedly.

   "Hey everybody!" Gina called running to the girls, "This is Mason, he's
my cousin and he's going to fill in for Jerry tonight."

   Moving as a whole the group of girls jumped to their feet and Mason
found himself where every straight boy in his class dreamed of being; in
the center of a group of squealing, big-breasted cheerleaders. They all
talked at once but pretty much repeated themselves, with excited 'Thank
you-s' and 'You're so sweet to do this,'

   Gina broke through the gaggle of girls and thrust a dry cleaning bag at
Mason, "Here's your costume, you can change in the guy's locker room."

   Ten minutes later Mason stood on the edge of the polished gym floor
feeling like an idiot or a rogue actor from a bad production of 'Oklahoma!'
His 'outfit' consisted of his own skin-tight white jeans, an orange plaid
flannel shirt, pointed toed cowboy boots, a blue bandanna worn over his
mouth and nose in bandit style, a pair of leather chaps, a gun holster with
two fake six-shooters all topped off by a huge ten-gallon cowboy hat that
kept trying to slide down over his eyes.

   After the squealing girls had looked him over and pronounced him
suitable his cousin Gina began to go through his simple involvement at
halftime. It turned out not to be simple at all, but an entire gymnastic
dance routine done to the Bee Gees 'Dancing!' He felt awkward and clumsy in
the boots and too-big hat but after several run throughs he felt he could
at least do it without falling on his face.

   Just as Gina announced it was time for the girls to suit up the outer
metal doors banged open and a group of hulking football players
entered. The girls, once again moving as a whole, swept down on their jock
boyfriends squealing with excitement.

   There was a tense moment when one of the players noticed Mason standing
on the sidelines and asked in a threatening tone, "What the hell is he
doing here?"

   A hush fell over the group and they all turned to look at him, Mason
suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.

   One of the dark haired cheerleaders whispered in his ear as several of
the other girls did the same to the other players.

   After a moment the one who had called out spoke up again, "Hey, thanks
for filling in."

   It wasn't the most enthusiastic 'thank you' he'd ever heard but Mason
accepted with a nod, "No problem."

   The first half of the football game Mason spent running up and down the
sidelines urging the crowd to cheer louder for the home team as the
cheerleaders did the same.  Then the dreaded halftime came and Mason felt
his stomach fall to his feet as he heard the first strains of the Bee Gees
singing 'Dancing!'

   But in the end Mason did his routine with the girls and the crowd
cheered loud enough so he assumed he hadn't made too much of an ass of
himself.

   Once the game resumed Mason headed toward the concessions stand for a
coke.  Standing in line he fumbled for the correct change, the leather
chaps covered the opening of his pockets and he was having trouble getting
his hand inside. Suddenly a huge muscular arm passed in front of him and
handed the cashier a dollar.

   "I've got it," came a deep bass voice from behind him.

   Shocked Mason turned and found himself face to face with Brett
McPherson, the exiled captain of the football team and one of his worst
enemies.

   "Thanks," Mason managed to mumble.

   "Follow me, we need to talk," Brett said handing Mason his drink.

   Still stunned Mason followed Brett toward the rear of the bleachers. The
banning of Martin High's football Captain from the final game had been the
talk of the school all day. Apparently Brett and the coach had gotten into
an argument and as rumor had it Brett had punched the coach in the
mouth. Brett was over six foot tall, had dark brown hair, green eyes and
the body of a professional bodybuilder. Everything about Brett was
massive...well, Mason thought, everything that was visible anyway.

   Stepping into the shadows of the concrete bleachers Brett waited for
Mason to catch up.

   "Sorry about the game." Mason said in a pathetic attempt to make small
talk.

   "It's only a game," Brett said, his face as expressionless as the
sphinx, he motioned for Mason to follow him deeper into the shadows.

 "Where exactly are we going anyway?" Mason asked looking up at the dark
hollow underside of the two-story bleachers structure. Brett had been one
of his worst tormentors and Mason had the sinking feeling this could be a
set up of some sort. He was probably about to get the shit beat out of him!
So he was thrown completely off guard when Brett suddenly took him gently
by the hand.

   "Here, is where we're going." Leading Mason by the hand Brett walked
further beneath the bleachers, back into the darkest shadows.

   Mason was totally confused, he didn't know whether to be afraid or
turned on, should he run or stay? "I don't understand."

   "I need to know one thing," Brett said letting go of Mason's hand and
turning to face him.

   "What?" Mason asked trying to see Brett's expression in the dimness.

   "Are the rumors about you true?" Brett asked point blank, "Are you
queer?"

   Angry, Mason turned to go, "I'm out of here!"

   "No, wait!" Brett said gripping Mason's hand again and holding it
tightly. "I really need to know!"

   "Yes I'm a fag and I like to suck dick, are you satisfied?" Mason
snapped. He tried to pull his hand from Brett's iron-like grip.

   "No," Brett said in a whisper, "I need to know more."

   "Like what?" Mason's voice rose to a near shout, "How many dicks have I
sucked? Do I take it up the ass? Did I really do it with my Dad? What the
fuck else do you want to know!?"

   There was a long silence before Brett spoke and when he did there was a
catch in his voice, "I need..." he paused and took a deep breath and went
on in a near whisper, "I need to know something and I think you can tell
me."

   Still thinking this was all some cruel joke Mason pulled his hand from
Brett's, "You've called me a faggot and a queer every chance you got for
the past two years! You and your asshole jock friends have made my life
miserable and now you want me to play a twisted twenty questions game?
Well, mister jock-o, fuck off!"

   Brett reached out and gripped Mason's hand again even tighter and pulled
the smaller boy into his arms knocking Mason's hat to the ground in the
process.

   "Please!" Brett breathed into Mason's ear, "I need to know if I'm gay
too."

   Mason felt the world dropping from under his feet, the entire universe
seemed to slip sideways. Squinting into the dimness he saw tears flowing
down the handsome jock's face! Brett McPherson, Captain of the football
team, tormentor of queers, was hugging him and crying!

   Brett took Mason's silence as mistrust, "Please," he begged, "I'm so
miserable, I don't know what to do! I don't have anyone to talk to! Please,
help me!" Then he was no longer just crying but sobbing in great hiccoughs
that shook his huge shoulders in violent tremors. He released Mason from
his embrace and slowly sank to his knees burying his face in his huge
hands.

   Mason stood over the huge jock with his mouth and eyes opened wide in
surprise.

   "I...wish.." Brett gasped between sobs, "I...wish...I were...fucking
dead!"

   "No!" Mason said snapping out of his shocked daze, he sank to his knees
in front of the crying football star, "Don't say crazy shit like that!"

   "But I'm so fuh..." Brett's voice cracked, "...fucking miserable!"

   Mason moved closer and cradled Brett's head against his shoulder. "I
know this may sound crazy but this isn't the worse thing in the world."

   "Bullshit!" Brett spit the word out between sobs.

   Caressing Brett's short hair Mason went on, "About a year ago I went
swimming with my Dad and I drowned and I don't mean I just swallowed a
little water, I mean I died."

   Brett's sobs quieted as he listened and he wrapped his arms around
Mason's waist, "So what happened?"

   "My Dad pulled me out of the water, pumped the water out of my lungs and
pounded on my chest until my heart started again. He saved my life," Mason
smiled thinking of that day that seemed an age ago, "But ever since then I
haven't been afraid of anything, or at least not 'that' afraid. But the
most important thing I learned Brett, is that life is a gift and you can't
just throw it away."

   "But I don't know what to do, or think," Brett whispered, "I mean what
if my parents found out? My Dad would kill me! And my friends..." he
trailed off in hopelessness.

   Mason bit his lower lip as he formed his thoughts, "This is your senior
year right?"

   Brett nodded wiping the tears from his cheeks with the palms of his
hands.

   "So you'll be leaving school in a few months anyway," Mason continued to
run his hand lightly through Brett's hair. "You plan on going to college?"

   Again Brett nodded, "UCLA,"

   "There, you see! You'll be gone in a few months anyway so what does it
matter what your parents or your friends think?"

   "So you think I should tell them?" Brett asked in a voice that sounded
like a frightened little boy.

   "No, you don't have to tell anyone anything, it's none of their business
anyway. But if you want to tell them, then do, it's your choice. But only
you know what's best for you."  Mason kissed the top of Brett's soft
hair. "I'll tell you something my Dad told me because it gave me a lot of
courage and a new way to look at myself."

   "What?" Brett asked with his head against Mason's chest he could hear
the soft 'thud- thump' of Mason's heart.

   "Never be afraid to be who you are, there never has been, nor will there
ever be, another you."

   "Sounds like a Hallmark card," Brett said with a weak smile.

   Mason punched Brett playfully, "You ass! It's true!"

   "I'm kidding," Brett said sitting up straight and looking into Mason's
jade colored eyes, "it's a beautiful thought. Thank you." Then he slowly
pulled Mason into his arms and gently pressed his lips to Mason's.

   Mason kissed back softly, tasting Brett and the salt of his
tears. Slowly Brett's lips parted and they kissed open mouthed. As Brett's
tongue wrestled with his, Mason could feel the jock's timidness, and he
broke the kiss.

   "I won't break," Mason breathed against Brett's lips.

   With a wide honest smile Brett said, "You forgot something."

   Mason raised his eyebrows, "Oh? And what's that?"

   "I still don't know if I'm really gay or not."

   "Then..." Mason kissed Brett's forehead, "...we.." kissing the tip of
Brett's nose, "...better..." he paused with his lips brushing against
Brett's and whispered, "..find out."

   Brett gripped the back of Mason's head and pulled him closer, his lips
crushing into Mason's, hungry for what he'd denied for so long.

   As their kiss intensified Mason moved his hands under Brett's football
jersey and began to explore the jock's muscular torso. His hands and
fingers gently traced the football player's broad, rounded shoulders then
moved down his muscular back following the twin columns of muscles on each
side of Brett's spine.

   Brett moaned low in the back of his throat, the feel of Mason's small
body in his arms, Mason's touch, and the taste of Mason's mouth were all
stirring something deep inside him.

   Mason closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations of their tongues
sliding over one another, the feel of Brett's massive arms around him and
the feel of Brett's smooth tight skin and the marble-like muscle beneath
it. Moving from Brett's lower back his hands moved up the triangle of the
jock's 'v' shaped torso, then he moved his hands to the front, his fingers
groping and squeezing the solid muscles of Brett's chest.

   Mason broke the kiss, "Let's get naked."

   Brett smiled, "Hang on," he stood and moved deeper under the bleachers
then quickly returned with a folded blanket.

   "Did you plan this?" Mason asked taking the blanket.

   "Not really," I brought it back here to sit on, I didn't want everyone
looking at me, pointing, and whispering, "'There he goes the disgraced
Football Captain,'"

   Brett gripped the opposite end of the blanket and helped Mason spread it
flat on the ground. He kicked off his shoes and stepped into the center of
the blanket and waited for Mason to join him.

   Mason fumbled and stumbled as he struggled with the cowboy boots and
laces of the chaps but he finally pulled them off and tossing them aside he
stepped onto the blanket facing Brett. His eyes had adjusted to the dark
now and he could see the tall muscle- bound jock clearly but the dim light
washed the colors away making everything appear black and white, with
shades of gray.

   Gripping the hem of Brett's mesh jersey he lifted it upward, slowly
exposing Brett's abdomen, ridged with muscles, then higher to reveal the
slabs of Brett's pectoral muscles crowned with large, dark nipples.

   Brett stooped down raising his arms over his head to allow Mason to pull
his jersey over his head.

   Tugging on the fabric Mason pulled the jersey up and over Brett's head
and tossed it aside. As Brett stood straight again, Mason gazed at his
naked, sculpted torso, he looked like he looked like a statue in the gray
light.

   "My turn," Brett said a little nervously. With his thick fingers he
began to undo the knot of the bandanna around Mason's slender neck, when it
came undone he pulled it slowly away and let it fall. Tracing the line of
Mason's neck he could see and feel a vein throbbing softly beneath the
skin, his hands moved to the front of Mason's flannel shirt and began to
unbutton it.

   Mason was almost holding his breath as he watched Brett's large hands
and fingers moving down his shirt, fumbling with each button until it was
completely open. As the cool night air touched his flushed skin Mason
shivered slightly.

   Brett gazed at the tight lean muscles of Mason's torso letting his hand
brush lightly over the other boy's chest and down his flat stomach. Then
slipping his fingers between the fabric of Mason's shirt and skin he slid
the shirt from Mason's shoulders.

   The two stood shirtless each staring at the other for long moments.

   Mason reached forward and gently gripped the top of Brett's jeans and
undid the top button.

   Brett gasped a quick intake of breath as Mason's fingertips brushed the
flesh between his navel and crotch. He was so nervous he had to fight to
keep from trembling and his lungs felt tight as if they were suddenly too
small.

   Gripping the metal tab of Brett's zipper Mason slowly tugged it downward
letting his knuckles brush against the bulge of Brett's sex beneath the
denim. With the fly open Mason slipped his hands around the tall jock's
waist and let his hands slide between Brett's jeans and his boxers, with a
steady pull he slid them slowly down over the rounded mounds of Brett's
ass. He continued pushing them downward until the jeans pooled around the
football player's ankles.

   Using Mason's shoulder to steady his balance Brett stepped out of his
jeans and kicked them aside. Now he was standing in front of Mason clad
only in his thin boxer underwear, he'd never felt so scared, sexy, and
eager all at the same time.

   Taking a deep breath Brett reached forward and took the top of Mason's
jeans between his fingers and thumbs and undid the top button. He couldn't
help but notice the long, thick bulge of Mason's cock through the tight
fabric and he let his fingers trace the bulging outline, he could feel
Mason's body heat even through the denim. He took another deep breath
before he pulled the zipper down.

   Mason swallowed hard and tried to slow his breathing, no one but his Dad
had ever turned him on so completely. He couldn't stop the low moan that
escaped his lips as Brett's large hands slipped between his jeans and the
beginning curve of his butt.

   "Naughty, naughty!" Brett chided softly, "You're not wearing underwear."
Then he slid Mason's jeans down to the boy's ankles and held them tight as
Mason stepped out of them, then stood tall facing Mason again.

   They stood facing one another, Mason was completely naked now and the
only thing hidden was beneath Brett's boxers.

   "Now is the time to stop," Mason said his voice shaky with nerves and
desire, "so far all we've done is kiss."

   In response Brett lifted his powerful arms away from his side in a
gesture of offering himself.

   Mason stepped forward until their bodies were touching then he reached
behind Brett's narrow waist and slid his hands down the small of his back
until his fingers slid beneath the elastic waistband of Brett's
boxers. Pausing for a second he marveled at the rock hard firmness of the
athlete's ass then he pushed downward.

   With the sound of fabric whispering across skin Brett's boxers fell to
his feet and he stepped out of them. Now they were both completely naked.

   Mason took a step back to take a look at the powerful body of the
Captain of the football team. Again, he was struck by how much Brett's
muscular body and smooth skin looked like carved marble, a living,
breathing statue, with the body of a Greek god and the face of a GQ
model. Mason's eyes hungrily drank in the powerful chest, rippled stomach,
and narrow waist finally coming to rest on Brett's long, fat, uncut cock as
it hung soft over his low hanging balls.

   As Mason's eyes roamed over his body Brett swore he could feel the heat
of Mason's intense stare, especially when it froze on his crotch.

   Laughing deep in his chest Brett said, "Now do you understand why my
nickname is Brett-the-Bull?"

   Mason's eyes were still locked on the long, thick, flaccid tube of uncut
meat that hung down over a set of truly huge balls, even soft Brett was
impressive!

   "I thought it had something to do with the way you played football."
Mason said his eyes still gazing at Brett's crotch.

   "You don't look underprivileged yourself," Brett said nodding down at
Mason's thick cock hanging heavy and long between his legs.

   Mason tore his gaze away from the sight of Brett's impressive endowments
and locked eyes with the naked football player. "There's still time to turn
back."

   Brett shook his head slowly as his eyes tried to bore into Mason's, "It
was too late to turn back the first time I saw you."

   Mason emitted a short, derisive laugh, "Yeah, right!"

   Brett stepped closer to Mason so that their skin touched up and down the
length of their naked bodies. Placing a thick knuckle under Mason's chin he
raised the boy's face up to look at him.

   "I'm not joking. I've been watching you from the first day of your
freshman year."

   Suddenly Mason felt a surge of anger, "Then why the hell have you been
so mean to me?"

   Brett's forehead wrinkled with concern, "Because I was afraid of the
feelings you brought out in me Mason! I know it's no excuse but I was
afraid and angry because you made me feel different and I didn't want to be
different!"

   Gazing up into Brett's dark green eyes Mason consented, "I understand,
but you just don't know how much you hurt me!"

   "Not as much as I hurt myself," Brett said brushing his fingers along
the smooth plane of Mason's cheek. "I don't expect you to believe me but
it's true; every time I said something to hurt you and I saw that look in
your eyes, I wanted to run after you and beg for forgiveness."

   Mason shook his head as tears welled in his eyes, his voice shook with
emotion, "You made my life a living hell!"

   Brett reached for Mason's hand and brought it to his lips, "I'm sorry
Mason, I really am! Give me a chance to make it up to you, please."

   As he brushed at a single tear that spilled down his cheek Mason was
surprised to see that Brett was crying too.

    Brett opened his arms wide and as Mason stepped into them he pulled
Mason close into a tight hug. They stood embracing one another for long
moments rocking one another gently, then the embrace turned into a kiss.

   "I want you." Brett said simply, breathing the words against Mason's
tear streaked cheek. Then he lifted Mason in his arms as if he were a child
and slowly lowered him to the blanket at their feet.

   As the naked couple entwined in each other's arms, body-to-body,
mouth-to-mouth, the crowd above them shouted and cheered.

   Pushing the mass of Brett's body over onto his back Mason climbed
between the jock's legs, and beginning at Brett's feet, Mason slowly licked
his way upward.

   Brett sucked air between clenched teeth as Mason's warm tongue reached
his inner thighs before moving to his balls. Mason's breath was hot against
his damp flesh and he spread his legs wider to give Mason more freedom.

   After he'd lapped Brett's heavy nut sac covering it with spit he sucked
one of the egg- sized glands into his mouth.

  "Uhhh!" Brett moaned shaking his head as splinters of pleasure ran from
his balls and up his spine. He felt his left nut slip slowly from Mason's
hot sucking mouth and before he could catch his breath Mason sucked the
other one between his lips. The wild sensations increased as Mason gently
sucked on his right nut, nibbling at his wrinkled ball sac as he sucked it
deeper into his mouth.

   Mason burrowed deeper between Brett's thighs rooting toward his ass
until Brett's heavy balls rested on the bridge of his nose. Then using his
tongue like a snake's he began to flick the wet tip against the jocks
pucker, and was rewarded with a deep moan as Brett's legs spread wider
opening up to him completely.

   Brett moaned and thrashed his head back and forth as Mason lapped and
slurped at his asshole nipping it now and then with his teeth. His
breathing was coming in ragged gasps; he'd never felt anything so intense!

   Stiffening his tongue Mason finally pushed it through Brett's spit lubed
hole pushing past the sphincter to the soft tissue beyond.

   Brett lifted his hips high off the blanket as Mason's tongue speared
deep into his ass.  His cock, which had only been half hard, now swelled to
its full nine and a half inches, pushing the shiny cockhead free from its
collar of foreskin. Brett reached down between his legs and gripping
Mason's blond head pushed it away from his twitching hole.

   "Suck me," Brett pleaded as his rock-hard cock throbbed against his
abdomen, the bloated cockhead drooling long thick streams of precum into
his navel filling it with the clear sticky fluid.

   Starting at the crinkled entrance of Brett's ass Mason lapped his way
upward, over Brett's low hanging ball sac to the thick tube on the
underside of Brett's cock. Then working his way up the throbbing column of
flesh he reached the tight, shiny rose- colored crown. Gripping the thick
base of Brett's cock Mason lifted it slightly and sucked the tip of Brett's
cockhead into his mouth.

   "Aaahhh!" Brett moaned, every muscle in his body drew tight and hard
then slowly relaxed as Mason's suctioning mouth drew his cock between his
lips, slowly swallowing his cock inch by inch.

   Mason's own eight inch cock was erect and throbbing, each heartbeat
thumped it against his stomach as he took more and more of Brett's
nine-plus inches into his mouth and down his throat.

   Feelings and sensations combined to carry Brett to a place where he'd
never been and the source of everything was Mason. Suddenly everything
became clear and simple, everything he'd ever wanted he could find in
Mason. Letting his fingers slip through the soft curls of Mason's shoulder
length hair he knew he wanted more.

   "Come here," Brett whispered as he gently stopped Mason's bobbing
head. His sigh turned into a low moan as Mason slowly let his dick slip
from his mouth. He watched as the wet shaft of his cock finally popped free
of Mason's full lips and snapped back against his stomach with a wet
slapping sound.

   Eyes glassy with pleasure Mason looked up past the thick long column of
Brett's cock, over the low hills of his abdominal muscles, past the twin
mountains of his pectorals until his eyes met and locked with Brett's.

   "Come here," Brett, whispered again tapping a forefinger to his lips,
signaling for a kiss. He watched excitedly as Mason's naked body climbed
onto his moving upward like a slow stalking cat. God, everything about
Mason was beautiful and sensual!

   Lying across the hard ridges and hollows of Brett's muscular torso Mason
rested his chin in the hollow cleft between Brett's pecs, "You called?"

   Slipping his hands under Mason's arms Brett lifted the other boy as if
he were a child and pulled him up until they were face to face. With quick
soft kisses Brett's lips danced like butterflies across Mason's mouth.

   Mason could feel Brett's hard body warm and solid beneath him,
mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly, cock-to-cock. Brett's
tender kisses were driving him crazy and his head swam with desire, need,
and something he couldn't quite name.

   Brett let his hands glide over Mason's shoulders, following the contours
of his back until they came to rest on the twin mounds of Mason's ass.

   "I don't want to just have sex with you," Brett whispered against
Mason's cheek, "I want to make love to you."

   Mason pushed himself up until he was sitting astride Brett's narrow hips
then reaching behind him he gripped Brett's thick cock by the base and
lifted it until it pointed toward the sky. Then he slowly lifted himself
and positioned his body until he hovered over Brett's waist with the very
tip of Brett's cockhead resting against the entrance to his ass.

   Brett looked up and took in the sight of Mason's graceful body poised
over the shaft of his cock. He could feel the heat of Mason's body through
the tip of his drooling cockhead as it pressed wetly against Mason's
quivering ass pucker. He felt the pressure on his cockhead increase as
Mason started to lower himself onto his cock.

   "Wait!" Brett whispered, as he reached up and cupped a white, globed ass
cheek in each of his large hands.

   "I know this isn't your first time, but it's mine," Brett paused and
made sure Mason was looking him in the eye. "Could you pretend this is your
first time? For me?"

   Mason smiled, "For a dumb jock you say some the most romantic things
I've ever heard."

   "For me?" Brett asked again his dark green eyes intense with emotion.

   Looking down into Brett's eyes Mason nodded, "For you."

   Brett took his hands from Mason's ass and reached up to caress his chest
pinching each of Mason's nipples gently between his thumb and
forefinger. Then he froze and his body tensed as he felt Mason sinking down
onto his rigid cock.

   Grimacing with the strange sensation that was part pain, part pleasure
Mason felt Brett's thick cock piercing his ass the blunted head pushing
deeper and deeper. With a low moan he let his body sink lower and lower
taking Brett's thick nine plus inches in one motion.

   "Mmmmm!" Mason moaned as he settled onto Brett' hips burying Brett's
rigid pole deep inside him. His ass felt like it was on fire and being
split apart by Brett's width. He took a deep breath and tried to relax as
his sphincter clenched tighter around the thick base of Brett's huge cock.

   "Uuugghnn!" Brett growled as Mason's hot ass skidded down the full
length of his cock, he'd never felt anything this intense! He watched down
the length of his torso as the thick shaft of his cock slowly disappeared
into Mason's spread ass cheeks, stabbing deeper and deeper into the hot,
moist tissue inside.

   Still breathing in quick short breaths Mason leaned forward until his
cheek rested on one of the rock hard slabs of Brett's chest. Resting as his
ass continued to stretch to accept Brett's length and thickness Mason
kissed and sucked gently on the athlete's quarter sized nipples until they
hardened into small acorn-like nubs.

   "God," Brett grunted from the sensations of having his nipples sucked,
"you're driving me crazy!" Sucking air between clenched teeth he placed a
large hand on the back of Mason's head and pushed it downward urging him to
suck harder.

   Finally Mason was ready and he pulled his mouth from Brett's nipple
leaving them both swollen and glistening with spit. Pushing himself upright
again he ground his ass against Brett's hips stirring the athlete's big
cock deep inside him. Then he began to bounce his ass slightly up and down
riding Brett's thick shaft and using the jock's body like a saddle.

   "Fuck!" Brett moaned as Mason's ass bounced higher and higher letting
more of his cock slide out before plunging back down on it again. He
reached back gripping the cheeks of Mason's ass and spreading them further
apart so his cock could penetrate deeper with each downward plunge.

   Carried away by desire and passion Mason lifted himself higher and
higher impaling his ass onto Brett's cock with deeper and harder
thrusts. His cock, which had gone soft from, the pain of the first
penetration began to harden again until it jutted out from his crotch stiff
and incredibly hard again. Each time he plunged his body down onto Brett's
cock his own seemed to grow harder making it pump out more and more precum
until it flowed freely from the piss slit, down over his shaft and onto to
his balls.

   "Oh fuck," Mason cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"

   With sheer brute strength Brett pulled his body into a sitting position,
pulling Mason down hard onto his lap. Bending his head forward he took the
head and the first three or four inches of Mason's cock shaft into his
mouth. He was surprised by the first blast of hot, thick cum spurting from
Mason's cock onto his tongue, he tried to pull back but Mason had his head
in both hands pressing and holding his head in place.

   "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Mason grunted each time his throbbing cock shot
another load into Brett's hot mouth. His ass involuntarily cinched tighter
around the base of Brett's cock and he could feel it swelling harder inside
him.

   Brett moaned around Mason's spewing cock as his own cock squeezed tight
inside Mason's clenched ass began to throw long ropes of thick white sperm
deep into Mason's guts.

   With their bodies wracked by the force of their mutual orgasms Mason and
Brett held onto to one another as waves of passion and release washed over
them again and again.  Lifted by physical sensations and emotion they
seemed to become one for the briefest of moments, for a microsecond that
stretched on for an eternity each became lost in the other. Then it was
gone and they tumbled back to reality in a tangle of arms and legs,
drenched in sweat and panting for air.

   When he could speak again Brett lifted his face and looked into Mason's
eyes, "What just happened?"

   Dazed and dizzy Mason shook his head, "I don't know, that's never
happened to me before."

   "It was almost like,"

   "...Magic?" Mason finished Brett's sentence his eyes bright and
questioning.

   "Magic," Brett agreed and kissed Mason softly. "I want to stay this way
forever."

   "Ummm," Mason moaned burying his nose into the top of Brett's hair,
"forever huh?"

   Brett nodded, "Freeze time itself," he breathed the words into the
hollow of Mason's shoulder.

   "If you start singing, 'Time in a Bottle,' I'll kill you!" Mason warned
with a chuckle.

   Their bodies still joined Brett rolled them both over until he was on
top of Mason, looking into the jade colored depths of Mason's eyes he began
to sing softly, "If I could make days last forever. If words could make
wishes come true."

   "Stop it!" Mason laughed and pushed against the mass of Brett's chest.

   "If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing I'd like to do. Is to
save every day till eternity passes away just to spend them with you."
Brett sang on in a softer and softer voice as he stared into Mason's
laughing eyes.

   Suddenly Mason knew that Brett wasn't joking and the sweetness and
tenderness in his eyes stabbed deep into his heart where something
fluttered. He was sure it couldn't be love because he was already in love
with his Dad. At that thought of hurting this tender- hearted jock his
heart twisted painfully in his chest and he started to cry.

   As the crowd in the bleachers above them roared and cheered Brett rocked
Mason gently in his arms and kissed the tears from his cheeks and pulled
the blanket tighter around them against the night air.


To Be Continued...

(Lyrics of 'Time in a Bottle' are copyrights of Jim Croce & Saja Music Co.,
a Lefrak- Moelis Company)