Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2010 13:03:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desire/ Incest/ Chapter five

Desire!

By

Randy Howard

Chapter Five

Previously in chapter four:

As soon as Hunter and Evan arrived home war was declared, Evan began his
tirade, he was yelling and calling vicious names at Hunter. Hunter tried to
reason with the boy, but Evan's past and the attack that night, were
weighing heavy on his mind and fogging his mind to think rationally.

"Evan please listen to me, I know that you're hurt and what your father did
to you is clouding your judgment, but I am not like them, I love you son
and only want what's best for you," Hunter reasoned, but Evan refused to
listen.

"You only want what's best for you and that is my body," Evan yelled. "I
have a news flash for you mister...you're not my father nor are you getting
my body," he turned and ran to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Hunter sat there, his heart was shattered, he really did love Evan but the
boy could not see it. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he drew a deep
breath, and walked down the hall to Evan's room.

"Evan, can we talk please," Hunter asked, knocking softly on the door. "I
know that you are hurting son, but lets sit and talk like men," he knocked
again and then opened his door.

A gentle breeze blew the curtains gently from the open window, Hunter
glanced around the room and when he saw no sign of Evan, he knew that the
boy had left.

Now chapter five:

Gary was elated, he had Mike to himself and he had him for the night. To
add the icing to the cake, Mike was going to be in Gary's bed. When they
arrived at Gary's apartment, which was upstairs over the bar, Mike gave him
a suspicious look.

"Taxi huh," Mike snickered, knowing that Gary had pulled a fast one over on
him, but with the mood that he was in, he didn't care.

"I really didn't lie Michael, I was going to walk home, you were the one
that assumed I live elsewhere and not above the bar." Gary said, leading
the handsome young cop up the stairs.

Mike's eyes were glued to Gary's ass, which looked inviting in his tight
jeans, and he almost reached out and touched it, but thought twice and kept
his hand by his side.

Once inside the apartment, Gary turned on the stereo and inserted a disc
that was composed of slow love songs. The lighting was dim, and the music
soothing as the two men stood facing each other, and Mike knew that he was
in trouble here. He could smell the alluring scent of incense, and along
with the music it was getting to him.

"Are you trying to seduce me Gary," Mike asked, he gulped the lump in his
throat and looked deep into Gary's brown eyes.

"Is it working," Gary asked, Mike nodded, "then I am...stud," Gary said
stepping closer and embracing Mike.

"What are you doing," a very nervous Mike asked as Gary took Mike's right
hand in his, and he circled his waist with his other arm.

"I'm dancing with you," Gary answered easily, pulling Mike closer to him
with their hands between their hearts.

Their bodies pressed together, their clothing was the only barrier between
them. With each gliding step Gary's chest pushed against Mike's and his
nipples grew sensitive from the rubbing against his shirt. Gary's muscles
were taut and defined as he whisked Mike around the room. More than
anything, Mike was aware of the thick, hard cock pressed against his as
they moved together, almost floating together. It frightened Mike, yet it
fascinated him, so that he throbbed and burned with an unfamiliar need.

Their feet barely touched the floor, Mike had never danced before, yet his
body followed every movement of Gary's flawlessly, as if he had been born
to partner with the young man.

"Close your eyes Michael, give yourself up to the music, to me," Gary
whispered the temptation in his ear, Gary's hand moving seductively over
Mike's back, tracing his spine.

Gary's voice was filling Mike with dreams, with things he dared not reach
for. Gary made him feel things didn't want to feel, he made him long for
things that seemed impossible for him to do, and to do them with another
man. Every ounce of self-control shrieked at Mike to wrench himself out of
Gary's arms and run for the door. Instead, almost helplessly he nuzzled
closer, and rested his face into the crook of Gary's neck.

"I could kill you for this," Mike's words were spoken against Gary's skin;
it was warm and his scent masculine. He was loosing all grip on reality,
and was drifting into a world that he knew nothing of.

He wanted Gary to know that he was undecided and that his fingers curling
in the silk of Gary's shirt meant nothing, but those fingers spoke volumes
to Gary. That his body molding itself to Gary didn't matter, that Mike had
control. Mike gave in, he surrendered to his carnal lust.

"Take what you want Gary, I offer myself to you freely," Mike whispered,
Gary's power of seduction had done its thing, he was under Gary's power.

Gary nuzzled Mike's hair to his nose, his breath warm against Mike's cheek
as he spoke.

"I wake up each morning with you on my mind Michael, your face, your scent
the very essence of you filling my senses," Gary whispered, his hands
framed Mike's face and he lowered his face to Mike, his mouth captured
Mike's, hard, filled with the desire that he was feeling for the man.

Mike's arm encircled Gary's neck, as their tongues dueled for
dominance. His hands found Mike's hair, bunched silken strands in his fist
as he broke their kiss, his lips sensuously close to Mike's.

"I know that I have no right to you but I love you Michael, I have ever
since that first time that you came into my bar with Hunter, your charm and
beauty took me captive."

"But I'm married Gary, there is no way for me to get out of it," Mike said,
his breathing was raspy as he struggled for normalcy in his breathing.

"I'll be content to have what you can give me sweetheart," Gary confessed,
and then took Mike's mouth captive with his again.

At once the fire raged, deep, hot, and elemental. It flashed between them,
in them, from the inside out they were burning. Mike simply surrendered to
Gary's dominance, his tongue dueling with Gary's, a wild tango of
mating. Of its own accord, Mike's body went soft and pliant, molding itself
to Gary, chest to chest and hardened cock to hardened cock. Mike's hands
moved over Gary almost helplessly, as though moved by a separate power from
his to feel Gary's skin beneath his fingers. The kiss went on and on,
neither could get enough; each wanted to crawl into the other's heart, his
soul, his very skin, and into the other's body.

It was a sheer possession, a wild branding, lust and love rising up swift
and fast, intertwining, spinning out of control to create a firestorm,
turbulent and red hot. A soft sound escaped Mike's throat, a keening
mixture of fear and need. When Gary heard it, it fueled his desire for
Mike, urging him onward, to possess and satisfy this man that he was
holding.

Mike's arms circled Gary's neck and brought him back to Mike's hungry
mouth. Gary needed Mike, yearning for him, and now Mike was clinging to him
and his body.

Gary pushed away, "I am not going to be able to stop," he whispered against
the corner of Mike's mouth.

"Don't stop then, never stop," Mike whispered back into Gary's mouth, "I
don't ever want you to stop."

And he didn't. He was beyond being afraid, he was terrified and it scared
him, this new love that he was experiencing. He gave no thought to his
wife, and for that matter his son, but was consumed with this man that was
holding him.

It consumed him, this obsession for Gary, his body burned and throbbed and
pulsed for Gary, pleaded for him. And when Gary was kissing him, there was
nothing else in his mind but Gary. Gary's hands slipped from Mike's face to
follow the smooth line of Mike's neck.

"Are you afraid of me Michael?" his teeth tugged at Mike's lower lip, the
one that he found so intriguing, so impossible to resist. "I feel your
heart pounding so hard, so fast," his hand lay over Mike's heart, fingers
splayed so wide so that Mike's chest ached and his heart pounded into the
very center of his palm, as if he were actually holding it. "I don't want
you fearing me, or to fear our joining. Coming together in love is a
beautiful thing Michael, not an act of despicable sex as some would call
it, but something unbelievably wondrous. Do you trust me enough to join
your heart, your body with mine?" Gary asked, his eyes holding Mike's gaze.

Before Mike could answer, Gary's mouth took Mike's again, his hunger
ravenous. His hands slid lower, his thumbs caressing Mike's nipples into
hard peaks right through the material of his shirt. Mike gasped as the
sensations plunged his body into a volcano of need. His legs threatened to
give, his clothes suddenly to tight, to heavy for his body. "Gary," raw
sensual hunger was in his voice, he opened his eyes to look at Gary, to
search his seductive gaze.

Passion stamped an erotic sensuality into the perfection of Gary's
masculine features. He was no boy, but a handsome and masculine man, and
yet, Mike saw vulnerability in him. Gary needed, desired, no he demanded to
be loved by him. Mike saw it, felt it in the man's kisses, and he wanted to
be the man to satisfy that need, that hunger.

"Say yes to me Mike, let me make you mine," Gary whispered, Mike's head was
swimming and then drowning in Gary's desire and need for him.

Mike was drowning in need, in hunger, in what had to be love for Gary. He
had known Gary for almost six years, and until recently, he'd never done a
thing with him.

"If this wasn't love, why the tears shimmering in my eyes and clogging at
my throat," Mike wondered silently, he burned and pulsed for Gary.

Gary had dreams of Mike as his lover, of him arousing Mike's body, his
hands exploring every inch of him, his mouth hot and needy, sucking on his
nipples, stroking and caressing, knowing Mike's body even more intimately
than he knew it. Gary burned for Mike, needed him, and needed his body
buried deep inside Mike. Mike opened his eyes again to look at Gary.

Mike closed his eyes as Gary kissed him and lowered him to the sofa; Gary
was taking in the scent and the very taste of Mike. Gary' muscles were
rippling with power under his shirt, and his long auburn hair swept across
Mike's neck sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Mike caught at him with both hands. "What you are doing to me Gary, it's
gotta be a sin to turn a man on as you are doing," Mike said, his senses in
overdrive, and Gary simply smiled and then lowered his mouth to Mike's.

Mike never felt so needy, so painfully aroused. He should be screaming in
ecstasy but his heart thudded painfully and for a moment he could scarcely
breathe. Mike pushed against Gary's rock hard chest; he needed air and a
moment to think about what he was doing.

"I gotta get up Gary, I can't do this...I'm too scared," Mike said
squirming out from beneath Gary and standing, looking down at Gary. "I'm
sorry, Gary," he shoved a trembling hand through his hair.

Gary smiled at him, gently and tenderly. "Michael." His name was a soft
ache in the dimness of the room. "I have waited close to six years for you,
only you, without hope of ever having this very moment with you," he said
standing, his cheek beside Mike's, his words, his breath were seduction in
themselves. "I cannot, will not go back to loving you, needing you in the
darkness of my silent world. I love you Michael, I always have, and as I
said before, I'll take whatever you can give me. But just don't toss me
aside to dwell once again in that dark and hopeless world without you," he
begged, his tears flowing down his face.

"Do you know that you have a power, well your voice does, to mesmerize me,
seduce me to a point that nothing exists but you and I," Mike whispered,
licking with his tongue at Gary's tears.

"I see no reason to deny it Michael; I have wanted to seduce you to get you
into my bed. But now sweetheart know this, you and I were created for each
other and I cannot exist without you, I am totally in love with you."

Gary moved then, walking him backward toward the sofa, his arms It wasn't
enough with Gary's mouth welded to his, he had to feel the heat of Gary's
skin with his fingers, his fingers needed to explore every muscle, every
indentation. Mike wanted nothing between them, not even their thin layer of
clothing to cushion the thick hard evidence of Gary's need for him. The
surge of lust, heat and desire filled the air, so that it seemed that
electricity crackled between their bodies. Mike lifted Gary's shirt up and
off his masculine body, tossing it carelessly to the floor before his hand
sought the fastening of his jeans. He pushed impatiently at the offending
jeans, wanting them out of the way, needing them. Once again the air filled
with the electrical charges that their bodies were emitting and the
moonlight that beamed through the skylight illuminated the hard planes of
Gary's naked body. To Mike he looked magnificently male, a masculine
sculpture dedicated to pure carnal pleasure, made for it, needing it, and
Mike's eyes absorbed the god like beauty of the Adonis before him.

"You are perfectly beautiful," he gasped in awe, running his hands over
Gary, while deep inside the aching need blossomed into a ferocious hunger
that bit at Mike and clawed at his mind until his body raged with desire
and need.

Mike looked in Gary's eyes, he knew that they were both beyond control, but
it didn't matter to him. Mike looked deep into Gary's merciless eyes, eyes
that were alive with hunger and desire, an insatiable lust that was
bordering on obsession, he understood because he felt the same.

Gary unbuttoned Mike's shirt, slowly, seductively, he maintained his
seducing power over Mike with his eyes, his kisses. He tugged the shirt
from the top of his uniforms pants and slowly guided it off of his
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Mike's hands moved up to loosen
the tie that held Gary's hair together at the nape of his neck, running his
fingers slowly and just as seductively as Gary, through the silken threads
of his hair. Gary heard the rising growl of the beast in Mike that raged to
be free. Gary wanted him that way, on the edge, with no restraint; there is
the night with Mike's body trembling because of him. Gary unfastened the
button, unzipped the pants and placed his thumbs in the waistband, slowly
pushing Mike's pants, along with his boxer briefs, down to the floor. Gary
knelt before his lover, lifted each foot free from the confines of the
pooling pants and kissed each thigh.

Gary muttered something, something erotic and hot, but Mike couldn't hear
him, because his senses were exploding with desire and need. Mike pulled
Gary to his feet and Gary's mouth found Mike's. Welded together in a kiss
that steamed with lust, Gary maneuvered Mike backward toward his bedroom
and the bed, and he shoved Mike back onto the bed, following him down with
his hard body.

Grasping Mike's legs, he jerked Mike to him, so that Mike's legs were
spread wide, leaving his treasure vulnerable to him. Gary was kneeling and
he simply tugged Mike's legs over his broad shoulders and bent down to his
cock, licking the precum that oozed from the silken head with his tongue.

Mike's body imploded, fragmented, rocking and bucking in Gary's hands. He
cried out, his fingers clutching the sheets for something, anything to hold
on to, to anchor to.

"Oh fuck what you are doing to me man," Mike wailed in sheer torment, his
need to release torturing him.

"That's not good enough babe," Gary whispered softly, impatiently. "Again
Mike, again and again, but use my name, you know who I am, say it." It was
an order, a threat almost.

His mouth found Mike's raging length again and he enveloped it fully. Mike
arched his back; his hips rose up to thrust his needy cock deep into Gary's
throat.

"Oh yes Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, take me I can't hold back," Mike screamed,
his head thrashing side to side in pure ecstasy and his hands clawing at
the sheets for an anchor.

Gary's mouth took Mike's length, buried it deep in his throat, caressing,
teasing and milking it with his tongue and throat muscles, all the while he
slowly slid his finger deep inside of Mike's treasure. At once his body
responded, sending him spiraling out of control so that he gasped for
mercy, his fists entwined in Gary's hair.

Mike screamed and exploded, Gary swallowed, and drinking the sweetest
elixir that he'd ever tasted as it flowed generously from Mike's throbbing
cock. Mike held Gary tightly to his groin as he fed him and Gary slid
another finger deep into him.

With his fingers deep inside Mike, he pushed further so that his palm was
pressed against Mike's entrance. Releasing Mike's spent cock, he ran his
tongue around his balls, and Mike pushed against Gary's hand, needing his
fingers deeper, his muscles clenched tightly around Gary's fingers.

"That's what I need to feel my love, I want you to need me more, even more
than you do this moment," he whispered, watching Mike's face as he inserted
a third finger, stretching his tight sheath, thrusting so temptingly at him
and rubbing his prostate until he was thrashing once again for mercy.

Mike's body answered, clenching and tightening around Gary's fingers,
rippling with life.

"Gary," he gasped his name, aching, needing and on fire.

Gary bit lightly at Mike's nipple, sucked it, thrust his fingers deep,
withdrew, and thrust again. There was satisfaction in Mike's cry as Gary's
movements triggered an even wilder climax. Mike nearly cried as his body
ground against Gary's hand, his cock spewing his elixir across Gary's
tongue and down his throat.

Gary dropped Mike's still spewing member, leaned over him, and pressed his
throbbing cock against his entrance, it was thick, long and hard, wanting
Mike to feel him, need him, want him.

Mike pulled on Gary's hips, needing his cock deep inside him. "Not yet
Michael, tell me what you want from me, only me and no one else but me,"
Gary's voice was velvet soft, seductive to the senses and husky with his
own hunger.

His tongue flicked over Mike's nipples, his teeth scraping and his tongue
caressing the sensitive nub as his fingers stretched him further, sunk
deeper into his core, and massaging his prostate until Mike thought that
he'd go insane with need.

Tears swam in his eyes, "I can't do this Gary, I can't take any more, its
to much," he begged, his body alive with a thousand nerve endings of
pleasure swamping him with need and to the point of pain.

"Yes you can Michael," he whispered, his teeth teased the lobes of Mike's
ears, his breath warm against his neck. "Let go Michael, give yourself to
me, all of you Michael, I will not take less from you.  All of you, you
want me; you need me that same way that I need you darling. Your body is
mine."

Mike's breath caught in his throat and the feel of Gary's mouth against his
skin was almost more than he could bear. "Yes Gary...now... give me your
body in mine," he choked out the words as his body rippled and quivered,
and it spiraled out of control again.

Gary removed his fingers; Mike was ready for his cock. He brought Mike's
legs to his waist, pushed his hips against Mike's, keeping his thighs wide
to accommodate his body as he pressed into Mike's hot, welcoming sheath. A
gasp, a sound of sudden pain escaped Mike's throat as he continued to push
into him. Even with his fingers preparing him, stretching him, his ass was
tight and resisting against his thick hard length.

"All of me sweetheart, take all of me," he urged softly, insistently, his
beautiful voice was husky with his need, Gary's face an etching of desire
and hunger, his eyes burning with intensity.

Mike cried out, his voice scattering across the room as Gary deepened his
stroke, joining their bodies together in heavenly bliss. "Gary," it was his
name, Mike's mind was filled with, and Gary's heart claimed him and took
possession of his body. Gary's strokes were long, decisive and his need to
release instant. His release was fast and ferocious, overtaking Mike like a
freight train before Mike could get his breath.

Gary had no mercy, surging forward, burying himself deep while the fiery
friction built again and again, intense and hot, a firestorm consuming them
both. Gary needed all of Mike, the essence of him saturating their bodies
as he filled him to overflowing. He bent forward, knowing Mike's eyes were
on his face, wanting to see who he was, to know that he was the only man
that could ever make him feel this way. Mike framed Gary's face with his
hands, pulled his mouth down to his, surrendering forever to this man that
made him feel wanted, needed and most of all, desired.

"I don't know what you did to me Gary, but I'm falling in love with you,"
he whispered, pushing back the long strands of hair from Gary's face.

"I already did Michael," he lowered his mouth and took possession of Gary's
in a heated kiss.

Entangled in love's embrace, Gary pulled Mike closer to him, whispering
softly against his hair, "I love you Michael."

"I love you too," Gary purred, wiggled his ass back against Gary's still
throbbing hard cock and they fell to sleep, content with the love they had
found in each other.

***

Hunter drove the city, he looked in all the places that young boys were
known to hustle in, searching for Evan. His heart ached for Evan; he didn't
bother to hold back his tears for the boy. He knew that it really wasn't
him that Evan was angry at; it was at the men that had savagely taken
advantage of him and it was killing Hunter.

"Where are you baby boy?" Hunter whispered, as his eyes surveyed darkened
doorways, hoping to catch a glimpse of Evan.

Seeing a boy around sixteen, leaning in a car talking to it driver, Hunter
pulled over to the curb and got out. The boy stood up quickly and the car
pulled away even quicker.

"Hey man... what up?" the boy asked smiling at Hunter, Hunter recognized
the boy.

"Have you seen Evan, Chris?" he asked.

"Nah man... why, is he in trouble?" Chris asked, and Hunter explained about
the murderer to him. "Fuck, he was lucky to have you find him Hunter,"
Chris said.

"Well he has grouped me along with the other men in his life that have hurt
him," he said, his voice dripping with the pain that he felt.

"You love him don't you Hunter," Chris asked, his hand wiping away the
tears that fell down the man's face.

"More than life Chris, more than the air that I breathe," he confessed.

"I know that this is betraying Evan's trust, but he was here a while ago,"
he said, and Hunter's face lit up. "He was crying hard and told me about
everything, and I mean everything Hunter."

"Oh," was all that Hunter could manage, his shame unbearable.

"We talked and he knows that you really love him and that what you two
shared together was not just sex but lovemaking," Chris said, his words
warmed Hunter's heart.

"Really Chris, did Evan really say that it was lovemaking and not me just
using his body for sex?" Hunter needed to know, he needed to know that Evan
knew that he loved him.

"I told him to go back to you Hunter, to go back to the one man that would
make him happy and loved. I told him that in all the time that I have known
you, you have never been mean or violent toward me. Arrogant, of course,
you do have an arrogant streak in you. But you have compassion and an
ability to love someone beyond all imagination. I even told him that if he
didn't want you, I would gladly take you off his hands."

"Thank you Chris, thank you for making me happy," he pulled the boy into
his arms, kissed his mouth tenderly and long before releasing him.

Hunter hurried back to his truck, got in and then waved Chris over to him.

"Here," he handed the boy two twenties, "go somewhere safe handsome and
eat," he said and then drove off.

"Damn! Thanks handsome," Chris said, leaning in and giving Hunter one last
kiss before Hunter drove off.

***

Hunter arrived home, his house was dark and there was not a sign of Evan
anywhere. His heart sank; he needed Evan home, in his arms where he could
love him as he needed to be loved. He turned off the engine and slowly
exited the truck. He went inside and called out Evan's name... nothing, no
one responded but his echo, as he worked his way to Evan's room. He opened
the door, and the room was just as he left it, empty. He turned to leave
and his eyes caught sight of a letter that lay on the pillow. He sat on the
bed and opened the letter, his heart leaped when he saw it was from Evan.

Dad,

I'm sorry for the way that I hurt you, I was scared. I was wrong to put you
into the same category as those who had hurt me so deeply. I am more afraid
of me, of my daring to let love in again. I loved my father and... well we
both know what that got me. I want to love you as you want to be loved, and
I so need to be loved also. Its not the sex, although that time at the
skate house, it was beyond words.

I guess what I'm saying is that if you can forgive me for the pain that I
caused you, I want to try loving one last time. If you look out the window
I'm waiting for you.

Evan

He walked over to the open window where Evan had slipped out of, and there
he was. Hunter's heart jumped, stopped for just a heartbeat of time, Evan,
his Evan was standing beside the pool, naked, the water glistening on his
body in the moonlight.

Hunter hurried outside, slowly; he walked over to the boy. Evan turned his
head to look over his shoulder at Hunter and he smiled. "I'm sorry dad, I
was wrong to have ever put you in the same class with my father and that
murderer," he said, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Are you absolutely sure Evan that this is where you want to be, here with
me?" Hunter asked, stepping closer to the boy.

"I'm sure dad, very sure," he turned back to look at the pool, not wanting
Hunter so see his tears.

Hunter's eyes took in the beauty of Evan's body, his all over tan and the
well defined muscles in his body. He needed to hold him but he was afraid,
too afraid to move.

As if reading Hunter's mind, he whispered. "Well, are you just going to
stand there staring at my naked body or what dad?" Evan asked, his voice
inviting, seducing.

Hunter came up behind him, his hands sliding down the boy's back to his
hips, pulling and pressing him against his larger frame. Evan reached up to
encircle his neck, pulling his head down to his. Evan had to lean back, to
seek the excitement of Hunter's mouth.

"Make love to me, dad," he whispered against Hunter's lips. "I nearly lost
you and I need to feel you loving me." He turned in his arms, needing the
comfort of Hunter's embrace, needing to feel his strong arms around him,
letting him know that he was home and safe.

"I have always made love to you son," Hunter stepped back, the intensity
and hunger in his gaze was mesmerizing Evan. "With every breath that I
take, I love you and I make love to you, it's never just sex."

Evan, with gentle, sure fingers, he unbuttoned Hunter's shirt, his knuckles
brushing against Hunter's chest and his nipples whispered. "How about we
agree to walk around naked, whenever it's just you and me here," Evan
asked, leaning forward, and with his tongue he caressed each hard nub,
teasing them with his teeth until they were rock hard with desire.

Evan pushed the shirt from Hunter's shoulders, his hands lingering on his
hard chest, and his eyes enjoying the beauty of the man. Hunter reached up
and pulled Evan to him, his mouth taking Evan's captive and their tongues
dueling. He ran his fingers through the soft golden hair of Evan, watching
it tumble unrestrained about his shoulders.

He crushed the strands of hair in his fist, brought them to his mouth, his
eyes never once leaving Evan's. Watching him, hungry for him, Evan had
never once fully given himself to Hunter, but Hunter could see the love for
him in the boy's gaze, in the flush of heat spreading under his
skin. Wildness rose in Hunter, but he fought desperately to tamp it down,
sensing Evan's mood, his need for not only physical demonstration of love,
but comfort as well.

Evan had been so courageous and strong to withstand the years of abuse at
the hands of his father, and recently at the hands of a murderer. Now here
he was, standing in Hunter's arms, and he had chosen Hunter. Hunter kissed
him again, peace settling into their bones, their heart and there was
contentment in their very soul. For the first time in his life, Hunter lost
the feeling to take, the need to conquer and to dominate. He wanted to be
tender, loving and most of all he wanted to be what Evan needed, a father
to love him for him, to see the beauty and love that Evan had inside him.

Evan eased Hunter's jeans from his hips, his hands moving over his thighs,
until Hunter felt weak with longing. Hunter watched Evan, the raw desire in
the boy's eyes as he traced the contours of Hunter's body with evident
enjoyment. Hunter's body crowded Evan's until he stepped backward, and
stepped into the warm jacuzzi.

Evan slid into the water, warm bubbles like champagne surrounded him,
enveloped his body like a living blanket.  He watched as Hunter stepped in
also and waded over to him, slowly Hunter reached out to pull Evan's wet
body against him. Hunter's fingers curled around the nape of Evan's neck,
dragging his head to his so he could take possession of Evan's mouth. Evan
brought up one leg and curved it around Hunter's waist, sliding his body up
and down Hunter's thigh to relieve the building pressure. The bubbles felt
like tongues licking at their sensitive flesh. No matter how much Evan
wanted to go slow, to feel Hunter's hands moving over him with tenderness,
something in Evan responded to Hunter with a wild, frantic desire that
built fast and hot.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea what you do for me, to me. I am a strong man,
a powerful man, but one look at you and I totally melt inside. My body not
only craves the haven of yours, but my heart is full and there is love
pouring into me from you. I had no idea what that meant even when love was
discussed in my youth. The men in my family never felt or showed love, I
could not conceive of how it would feel, or how I would feel to be in
love. The men in my family were arrogant and they took what they wanted
from their partner. I cannot find the adequate words to tell you just what
you mean to me Evan."

Evan wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck, his fingers caressing his hair
and leaning his mouth to a whisper's touch from his ear..."you are doing
just fine daddy," he whispered.

"You deserve so much better than me Evan. You deserve a man of beautiful
words, a poet that could express what is in my heart."

"I no longer need words Hunter. I opened my heart to yours and I feel the
love that you have for me.  I know the words in your heart because I can
see them in your eyes." He kissed Hunter, a long slow kiss of seduction. "I
want you. I want to touch you, to hold you, to feel you inside of me. I
need to feel you alive and wrapped around me Hunter, taking me to places
that I could only once dream of."

Hunter's mouth left Evan's, to find his neck and he left his mark on
it. "You are so hot and wet Evan," Hunter gasped, his heart and breath
racing with anticipation. "I am so damn hard just feeling you want me."

Evan's hands moved possessively over Hunter's chest, Hunter didn't bother
to fight his need to take the boy, to take what he wanted. But as he felt
that old demon of domination raise its ugly head, he fought it down, and
tenderly caressed Evan's body with his hands.

"I can see that you are trying to change...you seemed to slip back to your
arrogance," Evan said, his voice taunting, teasing and very seductive, he
truly liked Hunter just taking what he wanted from him.

Hunter's lips teased Evan's shoulder, sent a shiver down his spine as he
lifted him and carried him from the water to a luscious blanket of cool
grass.

"I am sure that I am not arrogant... well maybe a little sweetheart. But I
love the way that you want me Evan. Do you have any idea what that does to
a man, knowing a boy looks at him and burns for him the way that you burn
for me?" His teeth teased Evan's nipple, his tongue flicking over it,
caressing it until Evan was screaming with desire.

Evan's hands moved over him, his fingertips tracing patterns over his chest
and down his belly. Hunter lifted his head, closing his eyes, savoring Evan
in arms, Evan's body entwined around his and Evan's mouth kissing the spot
right over his pounding heart. His heart beat there because of Evan. The
rhythm was strong and pounding, and it was beating for Evan.

"I love you Hunter," just using his name and saying the words woke a fierce
violence in Hunter. It roared through his veins until his arms tightened,
forming a steel cage around Evan. With an effort, he fought back the need
for dominance. His mouth whispered over Evan's skin, father light; he
teased at his bottom lip, dipped lower to find the boy's sensitive
nipples. He felt greedy lust rising sharp and terrible, but he refused to
give in to it.

Evan moved with restless abandon, his skin rubbing against Hunter's, his
hands claiming him, roving over his body possessively. It only added to the
hot need building in Hunter. Evan bit lightly on Hunter's shoulder and ran
his tongue down to his nipple, flicking and caressing it, adding to his
pleasure.

Hunter's eyes drifted over Evan's face, they were moody, brooding and
starkly sensual. Evan heart pounded in anticipation, watching Evan closely,
Hunter leaned into him, his tongue flicking his tender nipple, sliding to
his navel as he dropped down in front of the boy, his hands tightening on
Evan's thighs. Already Evan was drowning in heat, in pleasure, Hunter's
tongue lapped slowly over Evan's pulsing, throbbing cock, Evan jerked, a
gasp escaping as Hunter's mouth enveloped his cock, his nose resting
snuggly in Evan's soft curls and every nerve ending in Evan went into
hypersensitivity.

"Yes... fuck yes, suck my cock lover," Evan screamed, desire and lust
coursed through his young body, his senses, his fists held Hunter tightly
to his groin as his hips thrust up to feed him his cock.

Hunter's mouth slid up and down Evan's throbbing length, ferociously,
feverishly, as if Hunter could not quite get enough of Evan's taste, his
cock was buried deep in Hunter's throat.

"I gotta shoot daddy... aaaaaaaaggghhh fuck take me daddy, drink my juice,"
Evan screamed, his hips thrusting upward as fast as he was filling Hunter's
mouth with his elixir.

With the last of Evan's juices still on Hunter's tongue, Hunter thrust the
boy's legs onto his shoulders and buried his face into Evan's
rosebud. Already Evan was drowning again in heat, in pleasure. Hunter's
tongue lapped slowly over the boy's pulsing rosebud. Evan jerked a gasp
escaping as his ass contracted and every nerve ending went into
hypersensitivity again.

Evan felt the fire pouring through his veins and the roar of need in his
head, nearly delirious and pleading with Hunter. Hunter brought Evan to the
brink of release over and over and pulled back until Evan hands fisted in
Hunter's hair and he cried out his name.

"Hunter, I can't stand it...it's too much," he couldn't catch his breath,
couldn't find the release he so desperately needed. "I can't take anymore
daddy...I need you in me," he howled.

"You can take it baby boy. I am going out of my mind with wanting you, but
you have to feel the same way," Hunter demanded.

"I do...I am... hurry daddy!" Evan pleaded urgently.

Hunter kissed his way up Evan's stomach, nipped at the hard nubs that
demanded attention while Evan frantically tried to wrap his legs around
Hunter's waist and draw him close to him. Hunter buried his face in the
crook of Evan's neck, "I love you Evan, and I will love you forever with
everything that I am." Hunter whispered against Evan's skin, increasing the
fire that was raging inside them both.

Hunter's voice was pure honesty, the sound curling around Evan's heart
until he felt himself melting. Evan could sense Hunter's uncertainty;
Hunter didn't know for certain that Evan loved him completely, with every
fiber of his being. Evan had held himself apart from Hunter for so long
that Hunter truly didn't know if what Evan was saying, was feeling was love
or lust.

"Dad...Hunter," he whispered the two names softly, forced Hunter to look up
into his eyes.

Evan held their gaze, wanting Hunter to see his expression, the hunger, the
emotion and the love that he had been withholding from him.

"I've been afraid all this time of what I felt for you Hunter. It terrified
me because I thought if I gave you my heart, you would only crush it like
my father did. But when I nearly lost you and was facing my own death, I
realized that it was too late to tell you. I love you Hunter, I love you so
much I think I might die without you. I love you for you Hunter, the man
and not as a father. I already had one and now it's a lover and mate that I
need and want." Evan pulled Hunter's face closer to his, their eyes never
leaving each other's gaze.

Tears glittered in Hunter's eyes, but he didn't look away from Evan, he
didn't care that Evan saw how humbled he was by his admission, because
there were tears swimming in Evan's eyes as well.

"Those are the most beautiful words that you could have ever said to me
Evan," Hunter whispered against the corner of Evan's mouth. "I love you my
equal, my mate." Hunter's mouth captured Evan's and his fingers plunged
into Evan's hot, welcoming channel, deep and strong, a fierce thrust that
had Evan screaming, his hips rising up against Hunter's hand, needing him
deeper in him.

Breaking their kiss, Hunter stared down into Evan's face, watching as he
removed his fingers and his hard length took possession of Evan's most
prized possession, conquering Evan as much as Evan conquered him. Hunter
seated his cock fully in the boy and waited. Hunter knew that neither of
them would forget this moment, Evan offering himself wholly to him as he
offered himself completely to Evan.

Hunter wanted to give Evan everything, to pour into his body all the
emotions that he felt and could never express adequately with words. With
every hot, deep stroke, with each burning thrust, Hunter's body declared
his love to Evan. He was utterly Evans and always would be. The fire raged
in Hunter like an inferno, building and building with each thrust until it
was impossible, until he swelled inside Evan, stretching his muscles, and
Evan was crying Hunter's name.

"I love you Hunter... fill me with your love," Evan begged, his fists in
his lover's hair.

Hunter erupted, pouring his essence deep into Evan, deep hard thrusts he
couldn't control; Evan's every muscle contracting around Hunter's manhood
as it spewed forth its seed. Even Hunter's heart hurt, pounding with need
and love for Evan as his body's rhythm thrust him deeper, harder and faster
into the only one he would, could, ever love.

Spent, Hunter turned, still buried deep inside Evan, to rest on his
back. Evan immediately burrowed close, his mouth seeking Hunter's nipple,
lapping it with his tongue.

"Stay still sweetheart," Evan said. "I am not the least bit finished here,"
he sat up, his hands resting behind him on Hunter's strong, muscular legs.

He slowly, methodically, began to rise up and then lowered himself back
down, feeling Hunter's engorged cock deep inside him. Evan through his head
back, his body riding a rhythm that soon had the two of them moving as one,
with Hunter's hips thrusting upward, each time Evan settled downward, he
could feel Hunter's cock moving in him. Evan lowered his mouth to Hunter's
when he felt his cock swelling deep inside him. His own climax imminent,
Hunter placed his hands on Evan's hips and thrust upward, rapidly, over and
over, spewing his seed deep into the boy, just as Evan's climax hit,
spewing his sweet juice all over Hunter's chest. Hopping, bouncing, Evan's
hips rode Hunter's cock like a pogo stick, filling his sheath with cock and
cum.

The moment Evan broke their kiss; Hunter took possession of his mouth
again, a long kiss of tenderness, and filled with a whisper of love.

Curled tightly together on the lawn, they drifted off to sleep, with his
cock still buried deep inside Evan's ass.

"I love you Hunter," Evan whispered just before sleep claimed his exhausted
body.

"I love you more baby boy," Hunter whispered back, kissing the back of
Evan's head.

To be continued...

There you go guys and gals, a chapter devoted to love. I hope that you
enjoyed it and there is much more to cum. Let me know how you liked it at
randyhoward2@yahoo.com
thanks all. Randy