Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 12:52:46 -0500
From: Randy Wade <randywadestory@gmail.com>
Subject: Hazard chapter 18

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Hazard


Chapter 18



We had a great time at Carr Creek State Park. I know what you're thinking,
it was winter what kind of fun can you have? Besides a huge snowball fight
we saw a lot of beautiful sights. I'll get to the sights later.

My feet started sweating on the way there so I slipped off my boots when we
pulled up Dad and Porter got out and waited while I put them on and tied
them up. As soon as got out I was bombarded by snowballs.

I dodged behind the jeep and started to make my arsenal. I looked through
the jeep and saw Dad sneaking around one side and Porter the other. I Rand
to das side and hit him. Dodges back behind the jeep and got Porter as he
stuck his head around the back.

It ended up Porter and me ganged up on Dad. He finally declared his
defeat. "And here I thought I was loved by my son."

"All's fair in love and war Dad. Just admit you got your ass handed to
you."


"Whatever kid." He said as threw and nailed Porter in the back of his head.

"That's for jumping ship." He laughed


We went up the trail to the creek.  It was beyond beautiful. The creek was
frozen over bare trees with snow on the branches and ice hanging on the off
them. It was like a scene out of a Terry Redlin painting. I tool some
pictures of this winter wonderland.



We hiked up the trail to the falls, there were huge ice sickles coming down
from the top of the falls but yet there was water still flowing down it. We
spent an hour looking around in the area, making sure we didn't stray too
far from the parking area.



After two hours of being outside we decided to go find something to eat. We
ended go to Ponderosa in Hazard. We all big juicy porterhouse steaks and
yes we teased Porter. Dad finished his and started eying mine while I was
only halfway through. I knew I wasn't going to finish it but I thought I'd
make him drool a bit more.



"That's was good I need to burp to make more room, if even I can." I
grinned patting my belly.


"Don't force yourself Noah." Dad said eyeing my half eaten steak as if it
was a babe in a bikini.


"I don't want it to go to waste." I smiled innocently. I knew he wanted it
if I couldn't finish it.


"It won't go to waste." He smiled.


"I guess I could take it home in a doggy bag. The dog would love it." I
giggled.


"Fuck that." Dad said and grabbed my steak. I couldn't help but laugh.


"Don't think I was fooled brat. I knew what you were up too." Dad said as
he polished off the rest of the steak. Once he was done he leaned back and
let out a huge belch.


"So who's ready for desert?" Dad said. WE looked at him like he was
crazy. He just laughed.

"Guess no one is. I don't think I could eat any either. I am at that
comfortable spot." He said.



I had to laugh at that. Most people would be fat and bursting with what he
ate. Not my Dad though. He was built like a god and ate like a man having
his last meal. We paid our check, well Dad did and headed home to the farm.



I had a great Guy's Day with Dad and Porter but I was exhausted. I curled
into bed around 10 and fell asleep. I had a really sweet dream. I woke up
that morning all sticky. Don't ask you perv's, I ain't telling what dreamed
about. Go have your own sweet and sticky dreams. I will tell you though, it
did have Porter in it.










Dad asked if I minded if he took Nancy to an Art exhibit at the University
of Kentucky. I said I didn't mind as long as he took his own vehicle. Which
earned me a frown. I gave Dad a hug and said I was looking forward to
Hanging out with Porter and to have fun.



I was excited about hanging out with Porter, who wouldn't. He was, built,
good looking and seemed nice. I just didn't know much about him. Dad just
said he was from Utah. He turned 18 just last on December 1 and was a good
marine. I wanted to know more.



We worked out in my new gym. Watching him use the Bowflex gave me instant
wood. Especially since he the only thing he had on were a pair of running
shorts he borrowed from me.



I took my turn on the machine while Porter did sit ups. I wasn't sure but I
think he was getting a semi. We worked out for an hour and a half. We used
the shower in the corner of the weight room. It was large with duel shower
heads on either side with three feet between us.


I couldn't help but look at him. The water on his body was sexy. I let my
eyes drop downwards, he had a semi, though still hung limp like. It looked
about five inches long at that point. I wondered if he was just a grower or
just for show. Either way I'd be happy. Wishful thinking on my part.



I tried to look away before I got wood, I was a little too late. He looked
at me, then my dick and I watched him get hard. It grew to about ten
inches, thick, with a mushroom shaped head. It stood straight out from his
body. It was beautiful. It looked like a pipe sticking out his strawberry
blonde bush.



I wanted to drop to my knees but I have some restraint, not much though. I
looked at his face. He was smiling. I smiled back and continued to wash as
if we weren't hard. I couldn't help peek whenever I could.


"It's ok Noah if you look. I am gay too." He said, give me a bashful grin.


Whoa. I never knew there was such a thing as a gay marine before. I guess
we are all over. I had to admit I was curious about a few things. I mean I
had never met anyone I knew was gay.


"Hope you don't mind but I got to relieve it." I said giving my eight
incher a few tugs. I had taken a page from Sammy's book of seduction.


"I don't mind at all if I can to do the same." he said as I watched him
stroke his shaft, almost caressing it.


I must have a guarding angel or something. Because Noah, that wish came
true. I wondered though if he just saw me as a kid? Only one way to find
out right?



We both started stroking out dicks. It was so hot watching him. I thought
watching Sammy was hot but this beyond anything I could have imagined. Here
was this hunk of a marine stroking the biggest dick I have ever seen. I
wanted more though. I wanted to touch him. Yeah I know my Dad is bigger but
gross, no way!


I stepped forward and touched his abs as I looked into his eyes. They were
so beautiful. He was so perfectly beautiful. My hand wandered down to his
pubic hair. I felt the hairs silky softness. I let go of my dick and cupped
his balls. My other hand grabbed his pole. It was rock hard and pulsed in
my hand as stroked it. I looked up and he was smiling. He took mine in his
hand and caressed it.


Before I knew what was happening he pulled me too him and we were
kissing. His arms were around my back both hands holding butt cheek. My
arms instinctively went around his neck. Our dicks were grinding against
each other's. That felt so much better than stroking it.



His left hand kept moving up and down my back caring me. His right hand
though was still on my ass holding us tight as we grinded into each
other. His touch was so tender and soft. Between his caressing hand on my
butt cheek the kissing and the grinding of or dicks together, I was in
heaven. I knew I was close but I didn't want it to end.



I felt his tongue explore deeper into my mouth. Sam and I kissed before and
it was hot. This kiss was different though, I don't know how it was but
something more was there, passion. I moaned I couldn't hold back any more.



We unlocked our lips as I started to shoot. I felt his begin to pulse and
then erupt. We wrested our fore heads against each other's shoulders as we
watched cum burst out between us. I could help but shoot as we looked down
and watched thick ropes shoot out of him and then me a few seconds
later. Even that was beautiful.



We stood there gasping for breath. Holding the other for support. It wasn't
my first sexual experience. It was though the first one that I had that
that left me feeling satisfied sexually and emotionally though. I think I
was already in love with this sexy marine. I knew I was in for a hurt
through.



I looked up and saw Porter smiling. He leaned forward and our lips joined
again. Our tongues once again explored each other's mouths. I think by the
time we pulled a part we both knew every detail of the other's mouth.


"I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you." He whispered into my ear.


"Me too."



He let go of my ass and took a step back. My body missed the contact right
away. It longed for his touch again. It needed his touch. I let my arms
drop beside me. I didn't take my eyes off his face though.



"We better get cleaned up." Porter whispered.



I went over to my shower head and he followed and washed our combined cum
off of my abs. I did the same for him. Even though we got somewhat aroused
we didn't go any further. I knew this was a different type of moment of
intimacy not a sexual one.



We didn't talk as we dressed into out workout clothes. We made a mad dash
from the barn to the trailer. It was colder than a witch's tit in a brass
bra out. Still being damp it was worse. We made it in record time. We must
have been a site heavy coats shorts and boots.



WE quickly went to our rooms and dressed. I didn't bother shutting my
door. I figured he done seen it all so no need for shyness. I saw he didn't
bother shutting his door either. I guess he figured the same as I did.



If you think that watching a hot guy strip is hot. It can be even hotter
watching one dress, especially when you have touched and been with him. He
apparently was going to go commando and just pulled on his jeans. I decided
to do the same.


"Porter feel like playing some PS3." I called out pulling on a navy blue
T-shirt.




"Sounds good he said as he came to my bedroom door in just his jeans. I
stared and mesmerized every inch of him. His bi-ceps had to be around
14". His pecs matched perfectly. The ab's though, are what I thought where
the sexiest part. The treasure trail leading down into his low rise jeans
was hot.



"Hey you got a T-shirt I can borrow? I have nothing left clean."


"Sure." I said tossing him a white shirt out of my drawer.


I drooled as I watched him pull the shirt on. It was tight but it made him
look bigger and hotter.


"A little tight but it works." He said.


"I think it makes you fucking hot." I sad as I stepped up to kiss him. He
pulled me tight against him and returned the kiss.



"As much as I want to do more I think it's best if we just keep it to this
for now." He whispered to me.



"Okay. I understand."  I didn't really understand but I figured it was
better than the awkward weirdness that could follow. I may be sixteen but I
been told I have lived the life of a Fifty-year-old in those sixteen years.


He took a step back and smiled. "Hey, It's not that I don't want to do more
and all. It's well, being Sarg's son it could get complicated. I really
like you a lot Noah. That was the first time I ever did anything with a
guy. A sexy and hot one at that."



"I understand. Really I do."  I said and I really did understand now. My
Dad was a little over protective at times. That and the fact he was huge
and was Porters boss. If he found out what happened, I knew he would be ok
with it. Porter didn't know that though and I don't think I could convince
him otherwise.



"Do want to wash your clothes before I beat your ass on PS3?" I said
smiling.



"Thanks that would be great I ran out of clean underwear." He giggled.



"I noticed. I have to admit though I like this commando look. It is so
hot." I said. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his crotch.



"Hey now none of that. At least not until know your Dad is ok with
this. Let's just keep it to this for now." He said giving me a deep kiss
and moving my hands above his waist.


I felt like swooning. Yeah I know it makes me sound girly and all but hey I
never felt this way before. I loved Sam and all but this was
different. What I was feeling inside was stronger that what my body
felt. All that and the fact he was a great kisser.


We gathered up his dirty clothes, separated the darks from the whites and
put them in the washer. I couldn't help but touch him every chance I got
and stole kisses. I did though keep my hands above his waist and below
it. I do have some decorum and control, though it was weak.



"Does my Dad know your gay?" I asked him.



"Yeah, he knows." He didn't elaborate so I let it go. He looked as if he
didn't want to talk about it. I didn't push it. I didn't want to ruin the
moment we are having right now.



We played Fallout 3. We were pretty even in kicking each other's asses. In
the end though he won but not by much. It was 5:30 so we went over to the
house to see if dinner was ready.



"I was just about ready to call you two. Dinner is about ready. Would you
boys set the table for me?" grandma smiled at us as we came in the kitchen
door.



Grandpa was having a rare good day. He seemed to grasp a little bit of
reality, well a little bit of it. He was in a time lapse. Though he called
me Jared and thought Porter was a high school friend. Porter played
along. He understood what Grandpa was going through. That made me feel even
more love for him.



Grandpa talked about the great football season we had. Well, that Dad
had. We just played along with him. Why confuse him and upset him. He was
happy. He had few days like that. Most of the time he barely knew anybody.



After dinner Porter and I cleaned up. I couldn't help steal a few kisses as
we rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. We joked and kidded
each other. We both seemed to feel something for each other. St least I
hoped he felt the same way about me.



At one point while I was getting a glass from the cabinet he came behind me
and reached to grab a glass too. I felt him push into my butt with his
crotch. I could feel every part of what was there packed into those
jeans. I felt his breath on the back of my neck.



"I hope you know I am falling for you, Noah." He whispered into my ear.




I felt his hands go about my waist. I turned and looked up into his
eyes. "I think I have already fallen for you" I whispered. His lips touched
mine. I was in heaven. I was in love. We didn't use tongues. It wasn't that
kind of kiss. It was better. It was pure emotional, it was loving.



We broke our kiss and giggled. Filled out glasses with some of Grandpa's
homemade cider from last year. It was the best I ever had. It was sad
though that soon we wouldn't have any more.



We joined the grands and watched a movie. I can't tell you what it was
about. I kept thinking about Porter. He was sitting on the couch. I
sprawled out over two thirds of the couch, with my feet down towards
him. Every so often he would touch my ankle. Even with socks on, I felt the
heat of his touch.



My cell phone rang. It was dad. "Hey Dad." I said.


"Hey kiddo. Listen, we are going to get a room here and spend the night
rather than take the two and half hour drive back tonight."


"That's cool Dad. Don't do nothing I wouldn't do."


"Hey, that's so not right. You're not in to the ladies like I am." He
laughed.


"You know what I mean."


"Yes I do. So how are you and Porter getting along?" he said in a tone I
wasn't sure of. Could I be wrong? Was he going to not want Porter to be
with me?


"What do you mean." I said panicking a little.


"Bro. I saw how you two look at each other."


"Dad, we're cool with each other."


"I can see that Noah. I just want you to know that I think the world of
Porter."



"I do to Dad."


"So something happened?"



"Dad!"



"Put Porter on the phone." He said giggling.



I handed the phone to Porter. From the one sided conversation it was hard
to tell what was said exactly Porter had stood up and turned his back to
me, so, I couldn't read his face.


"Hi Sarg."



"Well no not completely."



"I won't sarg I promise."



"Yes. I do."



"I hope so."



"I will."


Porter handed me the phone. I wasn't sure what to expect. "I just want you
to know that I am ok with you and Porter. I was hoping you two would
connect but play it safe."

"Dad, it's not like that."

"If you say so. Just be careful he is still a virging or was until you
corrupted him." He said giggling.



"He still is dad. So am I." I giggled.



"If you say so kiddo. Tell grandma I won't be home tonight. I love you."


"Ok, love you too. Bye." We disconnected the connection. I looked at Porter
who was smiling.



"Grandma, Dad said he wasn't going to be home tonight."



"Good. He needs to get laid. Maybe I will too." She said winking at us as
she led Grandpa to the bedroom. It was cute the way the Grands acted
sometimes. Though I still didn't want to think about them doing it. Gross.



I was used to Grandma's bluntness, Porter wasn't. I watched as his eyes
went wide and his mouth open wide. His eyes followed them then he looked at
me with disbelief.


"You'll get used to Grandma." I giggled.



"I hope so." He smiled sheepishly.



"Do you want to finish watching the movie?" I asked. Secretly hoping he
said no.



"Actually, I haven't been paying much attention." He said caressing my abs
under my shirt. I been preoccupied with this hot guy. He laid on top of me
and gave me a kiss.



"Same for me. What were we watching anyway?" I said wrapping my legs his.



"No idea. My mind was on this." He said kissing me again. I was already
hard but that kiss made my dick ooze with precum. My hands grabbed him by
the butt and pulled him tight. He was hard too.



"Let's go to the trailer." I whispered.



He got up and turned off the TV. I turned off some lights and locked the
door after we left. It was about 100 yards to the trailer. We had didn't
bring our coats so by the time we were in side we were chilled.



Porter lead me to the love seat. "We need to talk first babe." He said as
he sat me down.

I watched as he left the room, only to return with the thick quilt from my
bed. He sat next to me and pulled me to him. We snuggled under the
blanket. I felt his arms around me. My back was against his muscular chest
and his right arm wrapped around my waist.


I could feel his hardness against my ass. It was hot but for some reason it
didn't feel sexual. It felt loving and romantic. It was a time to just
cuddle and enjoy each other's closeness.


"I want to be with you, Noah. If that's what you want too."


"I want it more than anything. I love you, Porter." I blurted out. I wasn't
sure at first but I was now.



"I love you too." He giggled.



"Your Dad's ok with us as long as I tell you about my past."


"Oh."



He must have felt me tense up a bit. "Shhh babe it's about my family and
stuff. I just need you to listen. The only other person who knows this is
Sarg. Can we keep it between the three of us?"

 "I won't tell anyone."


"Promise?"


"I promise."


I sat back as Porter took a deep breath. Throughout his story, I could hear
the hurt and at times his sniffles. I felt some tears against my cheeks. I
felt my own too. I felt for Porter. I knew what it felt like. I didn't turn
to look at him. I knew how hard it is to talk about some things. I couldn't
do it.



Porter was raised as a Mormon. He was the next to youngest of seven
brothers and sisters, one brother being younger. His parents were very
strict in the faith. That being said his parents were strictly against
homosexuality. Not only was it a sin against God but they also felt that it
was the work of Satan.



Porter was 14 when he realized he was gay. He read articles on line about
homosexuality. Most of what he read went against everything his parents
taught him about homosexuals. In time he grew more comfortable about it. He
knew that he couldn't tell anyone in his family. He would have to endure
his parents and family's tirades against faggots and dikes until he was
eighteen.



One night though, he forgot to erase his search memory. He usually kept
some there to show to make it look like it was all innocent school
work. His father checked it periodically, stating he wanted to make sure
his children where not being lead a stray by the sinful thoughts of the
sinners, meaning liberals.



He happened to check the one night that Porter forgot to erase some
incriminating search.  His father saw that he was not only looking at porn
but gay porn. He beat Porter so bad he had to go to the hospital. He told
them he was hurt by falling off his mountain bike and tumbled down a
ravine.



He had a lot of bruises and a cracked rib other than that. He was allowed
to go home. He had to walk the 2 miles from the hospital. When he got to
the front door, he was met by his family. They told him he had to either go
get cured or leave. Curing to them meant a conversion camp. He had
twenty-four hours to decide.



The next morning, he went to the Marine recruiting office and signed up. He
needed a parent's signature since he was under eighteen. He took the paper
work home told his mother he was joining the marines. She signed the
paperwork and he went to pack his personal belongings. His whole family was
there when he left. His three brothers and three sisters. All with their
kids.


"This is a sinner; this is a creature of Satan. He is stricken from our
faith and gods book. As with any sinner he is stricken from this family no
one is to mention his name he dead to all. Leave here spawn of Satan. Never
return." His father said.


When he finished, I turned myself around and straddled him. "I am so
sorry. Porter."




"Thanks. I don't miss any of them except for my little brother. Other than
that, I am glad I am no longer around all that hate."



"So what made you tell my Dad?" I said after he seemed to have control over
his emotions.



"I didn't."


"I thought it was don't ask don't tell? He didn't ask you did he?"


"He found a letter I left on my rack."


"From a boyfriend?" I said feeling a jealousy start to rise in me.



"No babe your my first. My little brother Micaiah found out where I was and
wrote me. It would be easier if I just showed you his letter."


He got up and came back with an envelope and pulled out a somewhat worn
piece of paper. He looked at it with a sad smile and handed it to me. I
opened it up and read it.



Dear Porter,


	I bet your surprised I found you. You shouldn't be since I know how
to use the internet better than you, hehe. I am sorry that Father found
that stuff on your computer. It was my fault he did. I forgot to check it
after you used it. I knew you forgot sometimes to do it so I usually would
check to make sure it was cleared off of the porn and stuff. I am so sorry.

	I knew you were gay. I know you think of me being dumb to that
stuff. I may be two years younger and was 13 but I know more than people
think I do. I want you to know I am ok with your liking guys. I don't know
if I like guys that way but I have to tell you I've checked out other guys
in the shower at school. I check out the girls too.

       The Rents said I am not allowed to shower with other guys now. I
have to wait until they are done. If I did that I would be late to my next
class so I don't shower. I spray on some of the Axe body spray you left
instead. The Rents are getting really weird now.


       They took the computer out of our room, well I guess it's my
now. They even took off my bedroom door. They took very picture with you in
it and burned them. I hid a few of you and me though.

       I can't wait until I turn eighteen. I want to get out of this nut
house. They make me go to temple every day and pray for my soul. One
Sunday, at the family dinner, I said your name and Mother smacked me and
sent me away from the table. I yelled at them `just because they are their
love is conditional mine isn't.' I was grounded for a week. It was worth it
though.

       I miss you so much bro. I asked a friend if I could get letters at
his house. His parents are not like ours. They are in the inclusion sect
for gays. He said to just use his address and put on it EPC. Your initials
so he will know it's for me. I hope you write me. If you don't I understand
too. The way the family treated you was wrong. I should have stood up to
them but I was scared. I am so sorry for not doing it. Please write me. I
love you big bro.


       Love always your brother,


       Micaiah Christiansen



       P.S. I hope you write me. I'll keep writing you either way.













I had tears in my eyes when I finished reading the letter. I handed it back
to him. I saw the tears on his cheeks. I wiped them off with my thumb and
gave him a soft little kiss.



"I started crying when I read that letter. I ran to the headso no one one
would see."



"My Dad saw you and came up?"

"Well he saw me run off to the head. I left the letter on my rack. He read
enough of it to know I was gay."



"Oh. I take it he told you about me then."


"The whole unit knows about you. Most are cool about the ones that aren't
don't have the nads to say anything. At least to his face."


"Yeah well, I guess they are smart not to. Dad would rip them apart."


"So true, if not worse." He said giving me a little kiss.


"So finish." I urged him.


"He came into the head and handed me the letter and told me I shouldn't
leave it around. If someone else found it, I would be court martialed. It
felt good telling someone I was gay."


"Yeah it is."



I looked at the clock on the wall it was after midnight. I couldn't help
but yawn. He giggled and kissed my cheek.



"Sounds like someone ready for bed." He whispered.



"Sorry, but I guess I am."



"I could use some rack time too."



I got up. I hated leaving his arms. They made me feel so good. I knew
though that he was tired too. I could see it in his eyes, the way his body
slumped in the corner of the loveseat and hands just rested on my back.



I did my night thing. You know, brush teeth take piss. Porter went in after
me to do the same thing. I took off my clothes. I was sleepier than I
thought so I just stripped and got in bed naked.

Porter came into the bedroom to say goodnight. He gave me a sweet little
kiss and turned to leave. "There's room for two if you want to sleep in
here." I said pulling the blanket away to show I was naked.



"Thought you'd never ask. No funny business though I want to take this
slow, okay? That and I want to be able to perform well enough to make you
want more." He said grinning and stripping down. .


My eyes never left him as I watched him peal off every last piece of
clothing. His dick was hanging heavy; you know what I mean. Almost hard but
still not completely there, just thick and long hanging down over his
balls.


I got instant wood. He saw that and got him get hard too. He got into bed
and pulled the covers over us. "I am so falling in love with you Noah." He
said as he gave me a deep kiss his tongue explored my mouth and mine his.



"I already fell in love with you."



We broke the kiss. "Porter, what does the E stand for in your name?"


"Ezekiel."


I can see why he used his middle name. Apparently all of his siblings were
named after people in the bible.



"Can I call you EZ?"



"You can call me anything you want." He said pulling me close and cuddling
me tight against him with our erections mashed between us. We both fell
asleep within minutes.



I awoke the next morning and Porter was spooned behind me. His arm he was
around my waist and held my morning wood. I don't know if he had morning
wood or was still hard from last night. Either way, it was sandwiched
between my butt checks. It so felt good there.



I could help but push back a little. He pushed forward. I could hear soft
little snores, so I knew he was still asleep. I maneuvered my butt a little
until the head was against my hole. He must have been having a good
dream. There was copious amounts of precum. I pushed back a little. I
didn't want him inside I just wanted to feel it against it.


I felt him push forward a little. I felt the head of his dick push slightly
into me. Not enough to completely enter just enough to feel it slightly
inside. I felt his arm pull me tighter. I felt a kiss on my neck. Then my
shoulder.


He moved his dick down between my thighs against my taint. I felt his hand
take hold my hard dick. He started sliding his dick in and out between my
thighs the head rubbing against my taint and hitting my balls. His hand
slowly stroked my dick.

His dick was ejecting so much precum my balls and taint where covered in
it. He kept kissing my neck and shoulders as I felt him increase his
pace. I felt him get thicker. He was close.

I was so turned on I came. My thighs tightened around his dick. He started
breathing heavier I could feel him pulse between my legs as he exploded and
mean exploded. He shot eight thick streams of cum. This set me off again
and I shot off a nice load before he finished shooting his.

He rolled over on his back and did the same. We laid there catching our
breath. I felt wonderfully content. I glanced over at him and he was
staring at with a smile. He rolled over on top of me, cupped my ass and
showered me with little kisses.


"I love you so much babe." He whispered between kisses.


"I love you too EZ."


"Up I need to pee bad." He said pushing off of me.


"Me too." I said following him towards the bathroom. I waited outside.


"Enough room for both." He said pulling me in. We aimed and let loose our
streams. We played the swords game as we peed. Giggling like kids. I have
to admit that first pee in the morning is almost as good as shooting a
load. Unless of course you're shooting a load with EZ.



"Shower time." He said as he pulled me into the shower with him. We washed
each other completely. It was erotic, sexy and romantic. We both got hard
and stroked each other till we shot our loads on each other. It was still
not just about getting off. It was about making the other one feel
good. Sharing our love and enjoying the others touch.


















Dad got home around one that afternoon. He took one look at us and
smiled. "That good huh?"


"Oh yeah." We said in unison.



"How about you?' EZ said.



"I don't kiss and tell." Said Dad



"One room of two?" I asked.



"One." He answered.



One bed or two?" asked EZ.



"One." He answered.



"Enough said."' EZ and I said in unison.


We all laughed. Looks like Dad and I both got lucky. Well EZ and didn't go
all the way yet but I considered myself lucky. I wanted to but he was
pretty big. Honestly that scared me a bit but I was willing and waiting for
him to take the rest of my virginity. That was for him only.


Sammy had been at his aunt's parent's house from the 27th during Christmas
week. They lived in Knoxville Tennessee. He was due to come home on New
Year's Eve day, which was tomorrow. I knew he said he was straight but we
had played around a bit. I wasn't sure how he was going to take EZ and
me. I needed to talk to EZ about Sammy too.


I asked EZ if he wanted to go for a ride to special place. You guessed it
the north fork of the Kentucky River. We sat down on the rock. I told him
about Sammy and how close were. I told him about our sexual encounters and
about Linda. I explained that I loved him but it wasn't like I loved him.


EZ nodded his head and didn't say anything until I was finished. He just
looked over the frozen river. I couldn't really see his face so couldn't
tell if he was upset or angry at my confession or whatever.


"Noah, I have to tell you something. I know about Sam. Your Dad told me a
little about you. Don't be mad at him. I think he was just concerned about
your relationship with him."


I was a little angry. "I thought he liked Sam.?"


"He does. He said he was a good guy. He was just concerned you were setting
yourself up to be hurt."



"Why would he think that? Sam wouldn't hurt me."


"No not that. He said Sam is for the most part straight and not built for a
gay relationship. He knows Sam cares about you just not the way you might
want him too."


"I know that. I care about Sam the same way he cares about me. I am not in
love with him. He is my best friend. We can talk to each other about
anything. He understands me."


He didn't say anything at first. He took a deep breath and turned to face
me. he took my hand and looked into my eyes. He had a half smile. One that
had a question attached to it.


"Noah, I meant when I said I love you. I don't mean it just as a friend
either."


"I meant it too. The same way, not as a friend but more."



"I want you to know I love to have you as my boyfriend."


"I thought you already were." I said with a mischievous smirk.



We kissed. It wasn't like any of the other kisses we shared. This was
different. It was with all the emotion and love that we had for each
other. I didn't want it to end. I wanted the kiss and the moment to last
forever. Nothing does though, we pulled away and looked into the others
eyes. Our eyes said it all. Our feeling and love would last forever
though. There would be more kisses. We just had to enjoy and love each
other when there wasn't kisses.



EZ was about to say something. I put my finger to his lips. "No more
playing with Sammy."



He smiled "Good. I don't share some things and you I will never share with
another man." He said pulling me onto lap. Resting my back against his
chest. I think this was my favorite way to to cuddled by him. It made me
feel protected by him. I was safe in his arms, mind body and soul.


We looked over the ice covered river. The wind had blown the snow off of
the ice. It had a silvery look with a slight greenish blue tinge to it from
the river flowing still underneath the ice.


It made me think. Even when there seems that nothing is alive on the
surface like the ice on the river. Underneath it was alive and
moving. Waiting for spring to melt the ice so it can show the world how
alive it was.

I felt that way too. I was covered in ice my whole life. No one knew that I
was alive. They acted as if I was dead under all that preverbal ice. Now
spring is here for me, if not the river, for me. Ezekiel Porter
Christiansen was my spring.

I am ready to show the world I am alive on inside. Thanks to someone who I
love completely and fully. Knowing he feels the same about me has melted
the ice that surrounded my heart and soul. I was in spring.





From Randy;

I know a lot of you folks expected Sam to be his love interest. I hope
you're not disappointed in the way this chapter turned out. Wait and see
though where things go.


I decided to give Sam a break so he can tend to his studies in college. So
any grammatical errors are my fault. Not his.

Thanks Sam for doing a wonder job editing this story. Be ready for chapter
19 though. :)




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