Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 20:13:16 -0500
From: MS
Subject: Daddy's Little Boy Ch. 11 Gay/Incest

Daddy's Little Boy
Chapter Eleven

(This is strictly a work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or
dead is purely coincidental. This story contains sexual situations between
adults/minors, minors/minors, and gay/incest. If this material is illegal
in your area or if you find this material offensive please don't read any
further. Otherwise read on and enjoy! Thanks again for all the letters of
encouragement and keep them cummin!)

June 1977

   The small cove on Lake Benson sat baking peacefully in the late
afternoon sun, reflected sunlight flashed like diamonds, dancing across the
tops of small waves as they rolled toward shore. Surrounded by tall, oak,
maple, and birch trees the horseshoe shaped cove was secluded and quiet,
its sandy beach caressed by gentle waves and serenaded by birdsong and the
whispering of the wind through the trees. A tangle of honeysuckle vines
filled the air with a sweet heady perfume, the vines were alive with
buzzing bees and fluttering multi-colored butterflies. Above it all small
puffs of white clouds chased one another through a sky of fragile pale
blue.

   The serenity of the cove was abruptly shattered by two discordant voices
growing louder as they came closer, singing loudly, "Sky rockets in flight!
Afternoon delight!  Rubbin' sticks and stones together makin' sparks at
night! And the thought of lovin' you is getting so excitin'!"

   Eighteen-year-old Brett McPherson led the way down a footpath through
the woods that surrounded the cove, fifteen-year-old Mason Smith followed
close behind.

   With a canvas bag thrown over one shoulder Mason looked ahead at Brett's
tall, muscular body, admiring the way the jock swaggered, his wide
shoulders rolling with his stride, the swing of his muscular arms, the
flexing of the muscles beneath the tanned skin of his 'v' shaped back.
Mason quickened his pace and reached up and pinched Brett's hard round butt
through his shorts, "You have a really cute ass!"

   Brett looked back over his shoulder, his dark green eyes flashing with a
mischievous twinkle, "Stop lusting after my virgin butt!"

   "I beg your pardon!" Mason said in false indignation, "I was only
admiring what's going to be mine!"

   Switching the small cooler to his left hand Brett smiled, "I wouldn't be
so sure about that!" then he stretched back his right hand for Mason to
take hold of.

   Mason slipped his small hand into Brett's larger, thick-fingered hand,
and hurried forward until they were walking side by side down the
path. "Oh, are you planning on giving it to someone else?"

   Brett looked down into Mason's smiling face and dancing jade colored
eyes, "No, everything I have and everything I am, I gave to you the first
time we kissed."

   Mason blushed and looked away, "There you go being a sensitive,
romantic, jock again.  Don't you know the one is supposed to cancel the
other out?" His tone was light and joking but inside his heart beat faster
as if Brett had reached in and given it a squeeze.

   "Duh, I forget!" Brett said in goofy voice, "Me Captain Caveman!" Then
moving too fast for Mason to react, he let go of Mason's hand and in one
smooth motion scooped the smaller boy up in one arm. Then with little
effort he threw Mason over his shoulder like a duffle bag.

   Mason suddenly found himself hanging upside down over Brett's shoulder,
"Put me down you big dork!"

   Brett grunted, "Ugh! Me take you back to cave," he stopped to hump his
hips, "Captain Caveman make big boogah bonga to you!"

   With the blood rushing to his head and bouncing up and down with Brett's
rolling stride, Mason began to cough and laugh hysterically, "If you don't
put me down I'm gonna barf!"

   Just as easily as he'd lifted Mason, Brett swung the smaller boy off his
shoulder and set him back down on the path. "Me no like barf!"

   Still laughing Mason took Brett's hand, "You watch way too many cartoons
on Saturday mornings!"

   Brett caught Mason's gaze, smiled smugly and shrugged, "You know how we
dumb jocks are, cartoons are the only thing we can comprehend."

   "Make big boogah bonga?" Mason asked and started laughing again.

   "That's caveman talk for, 'afternoon delight,'" Brett said bringing
Mason's hand up and kissing the back of it.

   Both of them smiled and began to sing together again, "Sky rockets in
flight! Afternoon Delight!"

   A few minutes and off key stanzas later, the path came to an end and the
couple found themselves standing on the sandy beach of the horseshoe shaped
cove.

   Turning in a slow circle Mason took in the sight of the cove, "This
place is awesome, how did you know about it?"

   Brett was smiling at the pleased look on Mason's face, "When we take the
cruiser out on the lake Dad usually comes here to let us swim."

   "How is Doctor McPherson?" Mason asked. Swinging the canvas bag off his
shoulder to the sand he began to rummage around inside pulling things out.

   Placing the cooler down Brett stooped to help Mason unpack the bag, "Oh,
he's still plenty pissed that I'm not going to UCLA. Thinks I'm throwing a
great opportunity away by going to West Kentucky State. I don't understand
what the big deal is they're offering me a football scholarship too."

   Unfolding a large blanket Mason fixed Brett with a steady gaze, "Are you
throwing away a great opportunity?"

   Brett stood and helped Mason smooth the blanket out on the sand, "I've
already told you why I'm not going UCLA."

   Mason sat down on the blanket, "Yeah, because of me." He shook his head,
"Brett, I wish you'd give this more thought before Fall Semester."

   Brett raised a finger to his lips, "Shhhh!" he shushed softly. Motioning
with his hands in a wide circle that encompassed the cove, "This is an
enchanted place and nothing but happiness and laughter are allowed here."

   Shaking his head Mason smiled and leaned forward and gently kissed
Brett's lips. "You scare me Brett McPherson."

   Brett shook his head and tracing his forefinger along Mason's jaw he
said, "No, you're scared of what I want."

   Taking Brett's hand in his Mason kissed his fingertips one by one, "And
what exactly is that?"

   Turning Mason's face to his Brett stared into Mason's eyes, "I thought
you already knew that...I want you, Mason Smith, I want you."

   Mason felt a bittersweet knife stab into his heart. How had he let Brett
get so close?  How could he have let himself fall in love with two people
at the same time? The bittersweet knife twisted in his heart and he had to
look away.

   Not understanding, but seeing that Mason was upset Brett tried to change
the subject and lighten the mood, even though he wanted to press forward
and get to the bottom of Mason's reluctance, "Okay, we've got two jobs to
do, your pick. Gather together about ten or twelve big rocks to put around
the fire or gather firewood."

   Mason smiled, "You're Captain Caveman, so you get the rocks and I'll
gather firewood."

   "Done!" Brett jumped to his feet and offered his hand to Mason, when he
took it Brett pulled him easily to his feet. "I'd check around the
shoreline for driftwood first, then if we need more you can check in the
woods."

   Mason gave a military salute, "Yes, Sir!"

   As Mason turned to walk away Brett slapped him across the ass, "Hop to
it!"

   After Brett had gathered several large stones and arranged them in a
circle on the sand not far from the blanket he sat and watched Mason
collecting wood. Mason was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and had shed his
t-shirt. Brett studied the way Mason moved, bending now and then to pick up
pieces of driftwood that littered the beach, his shorts pulling up tight
and accenting his bubble butt.

   Leaning back on his elbows Brett made himself comfortable and continued
to watch Mason as he moved down the beach. Mason's skin was tanned a golden
brown by the summer sun and his dark blond hair was highlighted and
streaked with lighter sun bleached strands. Brett loved to watch Mason
move, it reminded him of a big cat, a panther maybe, lean and muscular but
graceful and sleek. There was no denying that Mason had stolen his heart in
the past seven months, he was completely and hopelessly in love with the
boy.

   Walking along the lakeside Mason waded in ankle deep water searching the
beach for pieces of driftwood that had been washed up and dried by the
sun. He already had a fairly large stack collected by the blanket, but they
would need more if they were going to cook later. Feeling Brett's eyes on
his back Mason turned and looked at Brett sprawled on the blanket looking
back at him.

   "You could help!" Mason called down the beach.

   Brett cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted back, "My job is
done!"

   Mason stuck his tongue out and turned back to searching. The cool water
lapping at his ankles, the sun warm on his skin, the wind in his hair and
the smell of honeysuckle all worked to make the moment almost magic. Then
he saw it, the source of the sweet aroma, a tangle of honeysuckle vines.

   Dropping the wood on the sand he hurried into shade of the trees and out
of Brett's sight he began to pull out strands of the vines. When he had
several long pieces he sat on a sun-warmed stone and wove them into a
makeshift crown of vines, green leaves, and clusters of white and pale
yellow honeysuckle blooms. When it was done he placed it on his head,
gathered the wood up and headed back toward the blanket and Brett.

   Brett had closed his eyes letting the sound of the lapping waves, and
the hiss of the wind in the trees lull him into a dreamy state somewhere
between sleep and wakefulness.  Not wanting to fall asleep he opened his
eyes and sat up. Looking down the beach he saw Mason coming toward him and
his heart skipped a beat and his cock stirred with the first tingle of
arousal.

   Mason approached, shirtless, and tanned, his long blond hair tousled and
interwoven with honeysuckle vines. The sun behind Mason cast a halo of
light around his head. Brett thought he looked like some pagan woodland god
fresh from the wildwood.

   "Hold it, right there! Don't move!" Brett called digging in the bag for
his camera.

   Puzzled Mason stood at the waters edge wondering what Brett was up to.

   Bringing the camera to his eye Brett framed Mason and began to snap
pictures, the camera's motor whirring as the film advanced.

   "Stop it, you're embarrassing me!" Mason said dropping the wood onto the
pile he'd already gathered.

   "Take your shorts off!" Brett urged still clicking away.

   Unsure at first but then throwing his inhibitions aside Mason unfastened
his shorts, unzipped the fly and let them fall to his feet. Stepping out of
the shorts he stood naked except for his crown of honeysuckle vines, his
cock beginning to swell and lengthen as he fed off Brett's excitement.

   "Wade into the water," Brett instructed, "about waist deep."

   Feeling self-conscience and sexy at the same time Mason waded into the
lake until the water covered the lower half of his rear end and the base of
his half erect cock.

   "Stop!" Brett called out framing Mason so that his back was to the
camera, with his white ass half submerged in the water. "Turn around now!"
Brett called. The sight made his cock swell and harden pushing painfully
against the crotch of his shorts.

   Mason turned slowly in the water until he faced Brett on the beach,
"Here?"

   "Perfect!" Brett called framing Mason so that he was facing the camera,
obviously naked but with the water barely covering his submerged
sex. Snapping a few more shots Brett couldn't stand it any longer, he put
the camera aside and rose to his feet.

   Mason watched from the water as Brett stood, his tall muscular body
unfolding almost like a plant unfurling from the soil. With a few quick
moves of his hands Brett unfastened his shorts and let them drop. Standing
naked in the golden light Mason was amazed at how incredibly sensual
Brett's tall, muscular body was. Mason thought Brett looked like an ancient
Greek statue come to life. Except for Brett's obviously aroused penis,
Mason smiled, he'd never seen a statue hung like that!

   Brett walked slowly toward Mason, wading into the lake, never taking his
eyes off his blond haired lover. When he reached him Brett leaned down and
took Mason's face in his hands and kissed him gently on the lips. "You're
beautiful!" he whispered.

  Mason traced his hands dripping with water over Brett's broad shoulders,
down his bulging arms and over the football player's massive chest. He
leaned forward and sucked gently on Brett's right nipple until it swelled
and hardened in his mouth. Gently nipping the hardened nub he moved to the
left nipple, sucking on it, flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip
until it hardened too. Above him Brett moaned a low rumble in his chest and
pulled his head closer.

   Holding the back of Mason's neck Brett urged him gently to suck harder
on his nipple until it was so sensitive he couldn't stand it any
longer. Pulling his chest gently away from Mason's mouth he cupped Mason's
face and tilted it up. Leaning down he placed his mouth over Mason's
pressing until the other boy's lips parted and let his tongue slip
through. With the smell of honeysuckle filling his nostrils and the taste
of Mason's slick tongue and mouth on his own, Brett felt his cock swell to
full erection.

   Mason opened his mouth wider and gently sucked on Brett's wide slippery
tongue while his hands moved to the twin swells of the jock's chest,
tweaking the nipples between his thumb and forefingers until Brett
moaned. Then he let his fingers trace slowly down the twin rows of rigid
abdominal muscles, pausing to outline the depression of Brett's navel with
his forefingers. Letting his wet fingers drag lightly over Brett's skin
Mason moved slowly downward until his hands slipped beneath the water.

  As Mason's hands moved lightly over his hard cock and tugged gently on
his balls Brett sighed and closed his eyes giving in to the
sensations. Guided by touch alone Brett explored the planes, lines and
angles of Mason's face, the small ridge of his brow, the hollow of his
cheeks, the slope of his nose, the flare of his nostrils. With a hand on
each side of Mason's face he lightly traced the outline of Mason's full
lips with the tips of his fingers and smiled when Mason kissed them.

   When Brett's hands had moved down to his neck and shoulders Mason
released his hold on the throbbing base of Brett's cock and slipped his
arms around Brett's torso and pulled the taller boy into a tight embrace.

   Brett returned the hug and bent his head down to kiss the top of Mason's
head. As Mason's embrace tightened Brett moved his hands from the base of
Mason's neck, over his shoulders and down his slender back. With a slow
gliding motion Brett moved over the tiny knobs of Mason's spine following
them until they disappeared at the small of his back. Then sliding his
hands beneath the water he traced the round outline of Mason's small
butt. Moving his palms into the twin dimples of Mason's ass cheeks his
fingers slid into the deep dividing crease.

   Mason moaned and pressed his body tighter against Brett's hard body
while Brett's thick fingers slid deeper into the crack of his butt until
they were brushing and pushing against his pucker. He could feel Brett's
stiff cock pressing hot against his stomach as his own crushed against
Brett's smooth hip.

   Brett slowly increased the pressure against Mason's crinkled pucker
until the very tip of his forefinger pushed its way past the ring of tight
sphincter muscles. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper into the soft
tissue of Mason's ass until it was stopped by Mason tightening his ass
muscles, trapping his buried finger.

   Mason moaned and nipped at the hard flesh of Brett's chest as Brett
pushed his finger deeper, forcing it past his clenched muscles until it was
buried completely. His cock was rock hard and throbbing trapped between
their bodies. Panting against Brett's chest he pushed his hips back and
forth pushing his dick against the smooth wet flesh of Brett's hip as he
rode the jock's thick finger.

   Feeling Mason's hard cock sliding and rubbing over his hip as he humped
his finger made Brett even hornier. Using his other hand to spread Mason's
ass cheeks wider he began to move his finger in and out of Mason's gripping
hole. Slowly at first then faster and faster Brett plunged his finger in
and out of Mason's submerged asshole, the water lubricating his finger as
he finger-fucked the younger boy. When Mason began to hump his ass back to
meet his thrusts Brett placed the tip of his middle finger against Mason's
sphincter and pushed.

   As Brett's second finger joined the first, stretching his hole wider as
it plunged deeper and deeper Mason moaned and sought out Brett's nipple
with his mouth and sucked hungrily at the hard dark brown nub. The harder
Brett thrust his fingers in and out of his ass the harder he sucked on the
jock's large nipple, nipping it now and then with his teeth.

   "I wonder if I can make you cum this way?" Brett said breathlessly as
Mason sucked harder and harder on his nipple. "Finger fuck you till you
cum!" He began to twist his fingers as he rammed them in and out of Mason's
ass, stretching and pulling Mason's tender hole with his thick knuckles.

   "Mmmmm!" Mason moaned as Brett began to ram his fingers in and out with
greater force, "No," Mason panted, "fuck me with your dick!" He reached
down and griped Brett's nine inch rod and squeezed, "I want this inside
me!"

   "Sorry," Brett grunted his hand a blur under the water as he thrust his
fingers faster and harder into Mason's hole. "Not this time, I want you to
cum with my fingers up your ass!"

   "Please!" Mason moaned pushing his ass back hard against Brett's hand
and fingers, trying to match the jock's fast and strong thrusts. "Please,
make love to me!"

   Brett gripped the back of Mason's head with his free hand and kissed him
hard on the mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out in time with his
thrusting fingers.

   Moaning and panting Mason broke the kiss and reached down to grasp and
tug on Brett's hard cock, "Please give it to me,"

   Brett refused to give in and continued to finger fuck Mason's tight
ass. "I want to make you cum this way." Then he reached down with his free
hand and squeezed Mason's eight-inch boner.

    "Ungh!" Mason grimaced in pleasure as Brett began to jack his cock in
time with his thrusting fingers. "I'm getting' close! You're gonna make me
cum!"

   Brett rammed his fingers in and out faster and faster as he pumped his
fist up and down the wet shaft of Mason's cock. "Yeah? You gonna cum for
me?" he asked through gritted teeth. Putting his lips next to Mason's ear
he breathed, "Huh? You gonna blow your load for me?"

   "Yes!" Mason shouted throwing his head back as his entire body
stiffened. "Ohhhhh!"  his moan stretched out echoing across the cove as his
cock began to jet thick streamers of cum onto his chest and stomach.

   Feeling Mason's ass grip his fingers like a velvet vice Brett held them
deep inside while he continued to jack Mason's cock as it pumped out more
thick white cum. At last Mason jerked and shuddered as the last of his load
oozed from his swollen piss slit, the glistening jizz sliding slowly down
the shaft of his stiff cock, and down to his balls. Brett gently removed
his fingers and released Mason's spent cock and pulled the shaking boy to
him in a powerful embrace.

   Weak from the orgasm Mason slumped into Brett's powerful arms content
just to be held. He laid his head against Brett's chest trying to quiet his
breathing. Little by little he came down from his orgasmic high. As his
breathing returned to normal he could hear the steady thud-thump of Brett's
heart drumming deep in his chest. "Your heart's beating awfully fast,"

   Brett pulled gently away from Mason's embrace, "You always make my heart
race, just looking at you takes my breath away." Then he kissed Mason's
full lips sliding his tongue gently into the shorter boy's mouth.

   Mason returned Brett's gentle kiss, and suddenly he was lifted off his
feet as Brett picked him up and floated on the surface before rolling
gently over and over in the water.

   They were still kissing when Brett let them sink slowly beneath the
surface of the lake, leaving a ring of expanding ripples behind them. Then
Mason's crown of honeysuckle vines floated to the surface and began to
unravel. Suddenly the couple burst upward, rising out of the water
sputtering and laughing, scattering the fragile blooms of the honeysuckle.

   Smiling into each other's eyes they danced in the water to a song only
they could hear, spinning 'round and 'round in each other's arms until
Mason brought them to a slow stop in shoulder deep water.

   "You didn't cum," Mason accused.

   Brett shrugged, "Seeing you get off is just as good for me." He smiled
wolfishly, "I love watching the way your face scrunches up, the way you
throw your head back and moan while you shoot off!"

   "But I want you to cum too," Mason said moving through the water until
he stood almost touching Brett, looking up into Brett's handsome face he
spoke softly, "Make love to me Brett."

   Brett reached out and slipped his hands under Mason's arms and lifted
him up.

   Mason linked his fingers behind Brett's neck and wrapped his legs around
the jock's narrow waist.

   Being in deeper water Mason felt almost weightless hanging around his
body. As Brett kissed Mason's neck and chest he shifted his stiff cock
until the swollen mushroom head nudged against the entrance to Mason's ass.

   Feeling the blunt head of Brett's cock pushing against his sphincter
Mason slackened his hold on Brett and let himself slide downward,
"Aaahhhh!" he moaned and winced as the swollen head of Brett's cock pushed
it's way into him.

   Brett closed his eyes concentrating on the sensation of his cock pushing
it's way up Mason's tight ass, sinking deeper into the soft hot tissue as
Mason lowered himself onto his cock. But the slow slide down was too much
and Brett gripped Mason's ass and spread his cheeks wide, "Hold on," he
warned before he thrust his hips forward driving his cock the rest of the
way in.

   "Uhnnn!" Mason grunted as Brett shoved the full length of his cock into
him. He tightened his grip around Brett's thick neck and locked his legs
around the athlete's waist. "Now I'm ready,"

   Brett smiled and kissed Mason then began to slowly ease his cock in and
out of Mason's ass a few inches at a time, "God, you're so hot!"

   Mason humped his ass to meet the slow thrusting of Brett's nine-inch
prong, riding it slowly up and down, "Is that the best you can do?" he
teased.

   Brett raised his eyebrows, "Oh, you want it a little faster?"

   Biting his lower lip Mason squeezed the muscles of his ass trapping
Brett's cock, "Faster and harder!"

   Brett pulled Mason closer and began to chew on his neck as he slipped
his hands under Mason to support him in the water. When he was ready he
began to hump his hips faster and faster, driving his cock into Mason and
making him bounce in his arms. "That better?"

   Mason moaned and wiggled his ass grinding Brett's cock deeper into his
ass, "Harder!"  he whispered the word then snaked his tongue out and traced
the delicate shell of Brett's ear. He gave a grunt of pain as Brett began
to pound his cock up into him and he had to tighten his legs and arms
around Brett to keep from being bucked off.

   Holding Mason tight against him Brett buried his face in Mason's chest,
licking and sucking wildly on the smaller boy's nipples as he jack hammered
his cock in and out of Mason's clinging, hot ass. "You like that better
baby? Huh? You like my cock fucking your ass?"

   "Yes!" Mason moaned wrapping his fingers in Brett's damp hair guiding
Brett's mouth to his nipple. "Fuck me Brett! Harder!" he urged, clenching
and unclenching his ass around the fat shaft of Brett's driving cock, it
hurt but it was hot, erotic pain.

   Brett could feel Mason's cock grow stiff again, trapped between their
bodies it kept sliding up and down the cleft between his pecs. Bending his
neck forward he managed to suck a few inches into his mouth.

   "Awwwww!" Mason nearly shouted from the sensation of Brett's hot mouth
sucking on his cock as he pounded his cock in and out of his ass at the
same time. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. "I'm gonna cum!"

   "Not yet," Brett panted, "I want you to cum with me, hold on!" Brett
sucked Mason's fat cockhead back into his mouth and rammed as much of it
into his mouth as he could while he stabbed his cock wildly in and out of
Mason's tightening ass.

   "I can't help it!" Mason grunted as his cock slid sensuously up and down
between the hard muscles of Brett's chest. He could feel the tingle in his
balls turning into a knot of heat, "I'm gonna cum!"

   Brett frantically humped his hips slamming his cock in and out of
Mason's ass with fast brutal thrusts, "Hold on!"

   "Aaahhhh!" Mason cried out his head falling back, his body bucking and
arching as his cock throbbed out a thick spray of hot cum into Brett's
sucking mouth. Wrapping his fingers in Brett's hair he pulled Brett's head
back and bent to kiss him violently on the mouth. He could taste his own
cum on Brett's lips as his cock spurted more jizz onto the smooth, tight,
skin of Brett's tanned chest.

   The instant Mason started to cum Brett felt Mason's ass automatically
cinch tight around the base of his cock, but he grunted and slammed his
hips forward punching his swollen cock deeper, forcing Mason's ass
open. With a groan that was nearly a roar he started to cum.

   Clutching at one another, hands sliding over skin wet with sweat, water
and jizz, Brett and Mason finished cumming together. Panting for breath
they searched for one another's mouths and kissed hard enough to bruise
their lips. With their mouths locked together they shared the same breath
just as they had shared their orgasm...together, one flesh.

   It was long minutes before Mason felt strong enough to untangle his arms
and legs from around Brett's torso and stand on the sandy bottom
alone. Turning to Brett he smiled and said, "I don't know about you but I'm
starving!"

   Brett rolled his eyes, "We just had the most incredible sex in the
universe and all you can think of is food?"

   Wading toward the beach Mason turned, "I'll need my strength for later,"

   "Really?"

   "Like my Mom always says, 'third time's the charm.'" Mason smiled again
and waded on to shore.

   Still standing in the water Brett watched as Mason rose from the water,
naked and gleaming in the golden light of the approaching
sunset. "Arrrrgghh! You drive me crazy you know that don't you?"

   Later the fire crackled and popped sending tiny red embers spiraling up
toward the night sky. Brett pulled Mason closer and kissed him on the
forehead. They had watched a spectacular sunset, built the fire up and
roasted hot dogs and marshmallows before making love on the blanket for the
third time.

   Mason kissed Brett's chin then squirmed out of his embrace.

   "Where are you going?" Brett asked lazily as he watched Mason slowly
come to his feet.

   "I'm going to cool off in the lake," Mason said kicking the bottom of
Brett's foot, "come with me!"

   With a groan Brett struggled to his feet and taking Mason's hand he ran
for the moonlit water.

   Laughing the naked couple splashed through the water until it was too
deep to run through, then letting go of each other's hands they dove
beneath the surface. They surfaced together a few yards away, their bodies,
wet and shining in the pale light of the moon. They looked like two
mythical characters from an ancient Greek legend; young and naked,
frolicking in the water by the light of the moon.

   A short time later they gathered their things together and doused the
campfire. They stood at the edge of the dark woods looking back at the cove
in the silvery, ghostly light of the stars and moon.

   "I think you were right," Mason said taking Brett's hand.

   "About what?"

   "This place is enchanted." Mason said kissing the back of Brett's hand.

   Brett sighed and looked down at Mason's face, "You're the one who made
it that way."

   "Because I'm magic?"

   "Because you're a fairy," Brett said with a laugh, and then pulling his
hand away from Mason he ran into the woods and up the path with Mason in
hot pursuit.

   The small cove sat cooling in the night air and pale light of the moon;
reflected moonlight flashed like diamonds across the tops of small waves as
they made their way to shore. The surrounding woods were dark shadowy
shapes where the wind whispered through the dark branches and a
whippoorwill cried out for his mate. The voices and laughter of the lovers
faded as they drew further away until all was quiet again.

   They reached the car, tired but satisfied and happy. Tossing their
things into the trunk of Brett's new white Trans Am; a graduation present
from his parents, they gratefully climbed in and Brett pulled onto the
loose gravel road that lead back to civilization.

   As they sat in silence, the rocking of the car and the gentle hum of the
motor made Mason sleepy and he laid his head on Brett's shoulder, "Thank
you," he said through a yawn.

   "Thank you," Brett said kissing the top of Mason's head.

   "I love you," Mason said barely above a whisper on the edge of sleep.

   Brett's heart began to beat double time, "What?"

   Mason opened his heavy lidded eyes, "I said, I love you." He knew he was
taking a step that could never be reversed but he was only speaking his
heart.

   Smiling from ear to ear Brett looked down into Mason's eyes and saw
tears shining there, "I love you too."

   Unexpectedly Mason's eyes widened as he pointed through the
windshield. "BRETT!!"  his shout filled the car.

   Brett looked up in time to see the silhouette of a doe standing frozen
in the center of the road, dazzled by the car's bright headlights. He
slammed on the brakes and cut the wheel sharply to the left, somehow they
missed the startled animal but the speeding car fishtailed on the loose
gravel sending the tail end of the car swinging wide. His lips pressed
tight with concentration Brett tried to straighten the car out, and for an
instant it seemed he had.

   Traveling at fifty-five M.P.H. the car was moving too fast on the loose
gravel to gain traction once it had started to slide. With a violent
sideways lurch the rear end of the car swung out to the left dragging the
front of the car with it, the car left the road in a rooster tail of dust
and gravel.

   There was a sickening sensation in Mason's stomach as the car became
airborne, flying backward through the air.

   Brett clutched at the useless steering wheel with a white knuckled grip,
his foot pushing down with all of his might on the equally useless
brake. Seconds after the car soared into the air it began a slow sickening
roll.

   The woods that had been alive with the sounds of hidden birds and
nocturnal creatures fell quiet as the huge metal car slammed into the earth
on its side in a loud crash of breaking glass and crumpling metal.

   In the instant before the car rolled Mason had a glimpsed Brett still
gripping the steering wheel, then the world exploded; flying glass and
metal filled the air, and his body was slammed and thrown around like a rag
doll as the car rolled over and over. In the next fraction of a second,
Mason and everything he knew was swallowed up in terrifying blackness.

   Brett stayed conscious as the car rolled over and over. He saw the
windshield implode, blasting tiny diamond sharp missiles that slashed his
skin and shredded his clothes. He saw the headlights shining ahead,
illuminating a world that flipped end over end in a blur of trees and
sky. Then his head slammed into the roof with the full weight of his body
behind it, he could feel his back molars cracking and splintering, filling
his mouth with chips of teeth. Then he too was swallowed up in a red tinted
darkness.

   Just as quickly as the world had ceased to exist for Brett it came back
just as suddenly, but it was a world that was confused and somehow
wrong. He was no longer in the driver's seat but lying in the floorboard on
the passenger side, his arms and shirt were drenched with blood, and pieces
of glass clung to his hair and skin. Shaking his head he tried to clear his
muddled thoughts. The interior dome was on and in it's dim light he could
see blood splashed over the pale blue cloth interior, so much blood!

   Using his arms he pulled himself up into the seat and took a deep
calming breath. As his thinking became clearer he realized he could smell
hot rubber, oil, antifreeze and the sharp odor of gasoline. Gasoline! The
car could explode! But where was Mason?! He frantically turned in the seat
and saw Mason splayed face up across the back seat, thrown there by the
crash. He was covered in glass and blood, Brett's heart froze, "Mason!"

   Blinking at the blood dripping into his eye Brett tried to focus his
blurred vision on Mason and after a few moments he saw Mason's chest rise
and fall. He was breathing, so he was alive! "Mason, I smell gas, we have
to get out!"

   Brett tried his door but it was jammed shut! The odor of gas was growing
stronger! He leaned across the driver's seat and tried the door but it was
jammed as well. With his heart slamming against his rib cage Brett looked
at the ragged rectangle where the windshield had been for long moments
before he realized the glass was gone. He could escape!

   But as he tried to climb up onto the dashboard he found his legs
wouldn't cooperate, maybe he'd broken them. Reaching down he gripped each
leg in turn squeezing them.  Panic rose in his throat and he squeezed his
legs harder and harder, hard enough to bruise, but he felt nothing,
suddenly he let his head fell back against the seat, "I can't move my legs!
Oh Christ! Mason, I can't feel my legs!"

To Be Continued...

(Lyrics to 'Afternoon Delight' by The Starland Vocal Band are copyrights of
Cherry Publishing and Windsong Records. No copyright infringement is
implied or intended.)