Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2008 18:23:30 -0500
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Artificial Sky, Chapters 3 & 4

Dear Reader: adult fiction, consensual sex between minors, under 18 may not
view this material.

	Several readers have suggested that my characters could not
possibly fall in love within the confines of a short story, but consider
this if you please: A boy may have unfulfilled desires and fantasies that
develop from childhood. And unlike adults they have an advantage, they have
their whole lives ahead to explore these thoughts and feelings.

	If the boy discovers himself to be gay at an early age those
thoughts must surely prey on his mind for a long time without a means of
expression. In that frame of mind when two boys of like mind collide there
will be fireworks. (I love fireworks) And like two speeding bullets they
hit the target at the same time and all sense of time shatters, they glory
in the moment, they share love.

	"When beauty needs to see in the dark...I hope it has your
eyes. For if I had to choose one place to be...it would be in the
reflection of your love." Danny Briggs.


	Read on, and as always your comments welcome.

Chris James drmeta4@gmail/com


					Artificial Sky (b/b)


Chapter Three

	"Do you think they'll be all right back there?" Alice asked.

	Elisabeth smiled. She knew her son well enough by now to know he
wouldn't get in trouble...or fall off the train. She had seen the boy's
reaction to Danny when the cake was offered. It was sweet, and a lot more
acceptable than that older guy he had first brought home.

	Having a lecherous husband and two small children had allowed her
to trust few people. The fact that her son was a gifted artist, a true
genius, had forced her into making some decisions. Andrew had no real
relationship with his father; the man hadn't been around in years...not in
a real sense. The boy had no real feelings for the man.

	But Andy had grown up fast, too fast in her opinion. His art had
forced her to recognize that he was going to make his own decisions at an
early age...and so he had. She couldn't fault his needs, and when puberty
came along it proved how headstrong he could be.

	The college boy had been nice, maybe too nice. And by the time she
realized they'd had sex behind her back it was too late, the die was
cast. Andy seemed to grow up over night in a sexual sense and if she'd
known what was on his mind...she probably couldn't have stopped it. Having
a gay son wasn't difficult, dealing with his urges was.

	Alice had confided to her about Danny's writing. It brought back
all those warm feelings about Andy's beginnings as an artist. Most kids
drew on walls with crayon; Andy had used charcoal and produced
masterpieces.

	"The boys will be fine, you did very well in eating that snack,"
Elisabeth said.

	"I guess it was the pills, I had a bit of an appetite though."

	"I've seen too many patients where the pain is transitory like
yours...the pills are addictive and that becomes the real problem. You'll
need to schedule that surgery pretty quickly, Alice."

	"Yes, I know. Rita has a doctor already picked out; I'm just
worried about leaving Danny in a strange place so soon. He's only met her
once."

	"You can always send him to me," Elisabeth said.

	Alice shook her head. "I don't know, do you think that wise? I mean
the way the boys..."

	"I imagine if they want to get together that neither you nor I can
stop them. Not that I think we should encourage that behavior. Oh Lord, I
just wish Andy would wait until he grows up a bit more."

	Alice smiled. "I feel like a total idiot. How could I not see that
Danny had developed these feelings...these urges. Do all boys fantasize so
much when they masturbate?"

	"Girls do too," Elisabeth replied.

	They both looked down at Alicia sitting on the carpet at their
feet. She was quietly playing with the dolls, overwhelmed by having so many
dollies at her disposal at one time.

	"Well I lived a sheltered life, Danny's father was the first man I
dated...and I married him," Alice said. "Sex was not a topic of
conversation in my parent's house. I was pretty innocent."

	"Don't put your self down; my life in St. Louis wasn't that
different. But I had friends who taught me more than I probably should have
known at a young age. Because of that I had my first boyfriend when I was
thirteen, just about the time I was beginning to blossom." Elisabeth looked
down at Alicia. "And that's enough about that."

	"I just don't want Danny to get hurt," Alice said.

	"He won't with Andy, he's a loving boy," Elisabeth said.

	"And isn't that what we're worried about? You don't suppose they're
doing anything now...do you?" Alice asked.

	"Not in my coach seats they won't...what could they possibly do in
such a public place?"

	But Danny was just about to explode for the second time because of
Andrew's most talented mouth...when the door rattled.

	Both boys froze as the door rattled several times. Someone was
trying to get in.

	"Damn it all," they heard a woman's voice say. "Come on girls,
let's go find that conductor."

	"Oh shit, it's the woman that was supposed to have this room,"
Danny said. "We better get out of here."

	The boys hurried to dress themselves, gathering up the art supplies
that had somehow become strewn across the floor in the midst of
passion. Danny went to the door and slipped the latch, sliding it open
enough look out. They bolted from the room, sliding the door behind
them. They hurried towards the coach car and fell in their seats.

	"Looks like we're stuck here," Danny said.

	"Sorry, I was enjoying that...bet you were too," Andrew laughed.

	"Oh yeah...where did you learn how to do that?"

	"You never sucked someone before?" Andrew asked.

	"Well...yeah, but not like that. I guess I was pretty bad at it,"
Danny said.

	"Who was it then?"

	"Um, Bobby Conklin. That was in seventh grade...he was my first,"
Danny said.

	"And how far did you guys go?" Andrew asked.

	"Mostly we jerked off together, but I tried to suck on him. He
didn't like it, said I was biting him."

	"But you felt the need to try...I get that."

	"I don't think I'll be very good if you want me to do that with
you," Danny said.

	"You let me judge that...I'll show you how it's done," Andrew
said. "You won't mind will you? I mean you're older, I don't want you to
feel bad that some little kid is showing you the ropes."

	"What little kid? From what I saw you aren't little at all," Danny
said.

	"Ya know, that's what I love about you...you don't treat me
badly. Most older boys think I'm some little shrimp. I have brains...I know
what things are about."

	Danny smiled. "You sure do...and so talented."

	Andrew grabbed his arm and pulled their faces together. "And I just
might finish it here and now with everyone watching."

	Danny blushed. "No...you wouldn't...we can't."

	Andrew laughed. "I would...just to hear you scream."

	Danny spent a fitful night with only a few moments of sleep. He was
scrunched against the window with Andrew curled up in a ball next to him,
head in his lap. It was nice to sit there and stare down at the boy in his
sleep. Danny could not remember when he had felt so warm and wonderful. The
feelings of love flowed over him and sleep didn't seem so important.

	The conductor came through the car in the middle of the night. He
woke several people and announced in a low voice that they would be
stopping in Tucson. Danny yawned, five hours to El Paso...he could hold out
that long.

	Andrew slept peacefully while Danny dozed on and off. The sunrise
grabbed his attention because it revealed a different landscape than the
day before. He could see mountains in the distance but the ground still
looked pretty dry out there. Late summer didn't seem like the kind of
season he would enjoy in this part of the country.

	Several passengers stirred around them, some even went forward to
the club car. Danny felt thirsty but Andrew was still in his lap so he
didn't move. A moment later he knew he had to pee, the urge was building.

	Danny tried his best to slip out from under the boy without waking
him, but he saw the blue eyes pop open.

	"What's up?" Andrew said.

	"I have to use the bathroom, its morning," Danny replied.

	Andrew squeezed his crotch. "Ya, me too."

	They staggered to the bathrooms and then went along up to the club
car.

	"I have money...you want something?" Danny asked.

	"I want a coffee," Andrew said. "Two creams and sugars, please."

	"You drink coffee? Um, I'll have a juice, and maybe a sweet roll."

	They sat at the same table as the night before. Danny saw that
Andrew was barely awake, his hair a tangle of snarls. It was endearing, the
boy was even cute when he looked like this. El Paso came up and they
stopped in the station. Danny watched as a bunch of passengers got off the
train.

	"Was your Mom going to get a sleeper when they became available?"
Danny asked.

	"That was the plan. Do you see the conductor?"

	"He's probably outside; we're supposed to be in this station for a
while."

	"Let's go find him," Andrew suggested.

	It was hot outside, something they had not felt in the air
conditioned train. The conductor was out on the platform studying a little
black book.

	"Excuse me, sir, may I have a word?"

	"Ah, the English boy, "the conductor said."You boys have been very
quiet, I appreciate that."

	"Yes sir...um, and I'm Australian. What I wanted to ask, sir, is
did my mother, Mrs. Mallory, request a sleeper cabin when they became
available?"

	The man looked thoughtful and thumbed through his little book. He
smiled. "Yes, she did. Let's see, 2101 D is open. The porter is in there
now I'm sure; just give him like 30 minutes to straighten things out and
you may have it when we leave this station."

	"Hurrah, a real bed," Andrew yelled.

	The three of them laughed. The conductor knew full well how hard it
was for passengers to sleep in coach on these long trips.

	"Would you like some help with your bags?" the conductor asked.

	"No sir, I think the two of us can manage, but thank you very much,
sir," Andrew said.

	"We'll be out of here in say...thirty minutes," the conductor said
while consulting his watch. "You might like to stretch your legs a bit, but
just don't leave the platform. We can't turn the train around if you get
left behind."

	"Can we walk up and see the engines?" Danny asked.

	"Sure, that's a good way to stretch out," the conductor said.

	The boys walked towards the front of the train. More supplies were
being loaded in the dining cars and water hoses snaked out into the tanks
underneath the train. A man came along the tracks with a tool box in his
hand and hurried towards the sleepers.

	"Ah, bet that's the plumber," Danny said, and they both laughed.

	The engines at the front of the train seemed huge and menacing as
they sat thrumming with the power of the diesel generators. One of them had
a large Texas flag emblazoned across the side. They walked around to see
the front of the very first engine and saw a sign that said "Sunset
Limited."

	"That's the name of this train, I remember that from the schedule,"
Danny said.

	 "Hmm, but we're headed east. It ought to be the Sunrise Limited,"
Andrew said, and then he giggled. "Or maybe the Love Unlimited."

	"Do you think our moms will let us stay together in the
compartment?" Danny asked.

	"Oh yeah, we're not going to be separated now. Besides, I know you
need some sleep. You were my pillow all night, it's only fair."

	"I am tired, I guess," Danny said. "Maybe we ought to get back and
tell your mom we got the cabin assignment."

	"Good idea. I don't want to be stuck in Texas the rest of my life,"
Andrew said.

	The boys re-entered the train, making sure the conductor saw them
board. Andrew knew his mother would be awake because of Alicia so they
stopped off in the club car and got two coffees for the moms and a juice
for Andrew's sister.

	Danny knocked and Elisabeth slid the door open to admit them.

	"Coffee! How wonderful and considerate. Look Alice, room service."

	Danny's mother was still in bed but she looked much better than the
day before.

	"Did you boys sleep alright?" Alice asked.

	"One of us did, I used Danny as a pillow," Andrew said, giving
Danny a grateful look. "Mum, the conductor assigned us a sleeping
cabin...can Danny and I use it together. He needs some real sleep."

	Alice sipped her coffee and looked over at Elisabeth. They had to
trust their sons, which had been the point of their whole conversation the
night before. If Danny and Andrew were to be boyfriends then it would begin
here and now, they both knew that.

	Elisabeth smiled. "I suppose Alicia and I will stay on here, but
you boys be careful now, no rough housing around and getting in
trouble...am I clear?"

	"Yes ma'am," Andrew said. He was barely able to control his
joy. "We'll be in compartment D, next car up."

	"Danny, you come give us a shout when you wake up...we'll go have
some lunch. I think I'm ready to face the dining car this evening too,"
Alice said.

	Danny kissed his mother and then yawned. She swatted his rear and
told him to go sleep. Andrew hugged his mum and gave Alicia a smile before
they left.

	Alice gave Elisabeth a look. "This might be the wrong decision, but
like you said, it's inevitable. Did you see the way they look at one
another?  It's puppy love."

	"I know this is all new but you handled that very well. I've seen
how hard it can be for some boys at that age. Being gay is like...like a
stigma; it brings down all kinds of condemnation. Boys are insecure enough
during adolescence. Imagine how they feel knowing that our society says
they are wrong in everything they do simply because they chose to love one
another."

	"I only want what's best for Danny. I know he didn't choose to be
gay but I think he's dealing with it."

	"So can you talk to him about it?" Elisabeth asked.

	"Can he talk to me is a better question. What adolescent boy wants
to discuss his sexual thoughts with his mother? But I intend to be
supportive, whatever it takes. Just talking to you has made me see a lot
more of what that means...thank you," Alice said.

	"No worries...that's what friends are for," Elisabeth replied. "Ok,
one coffee is just not going to do it for me. Feel like a walk to the club
car?"

	"Yes, let's do that. I think Alicia might like some breakfast as
well. Ever had a bagel, sweetie?" Alicia shook her head. "Well they are
simply wonderful, we'll get you one."

	The boys found 2101-D and saw that the porter had cleaned up the
room.

	"I hope we got fresh sheets," Danny said with another yawn. Andrew
opened the seat and pulled down the bed. The smell of fresh linens filled
the room. "You want some company?"

	Danny had started to strip off his clothes, he paused and
grinned. "I'd like that."

	Andrew locked the door and started to undress. They crawled under
the sheets in their underwear. Danny rolled on his side and they both
sighed. "I love you," Danny said, and then he closed his eyes.

	Andrew stared at the face he now knew so well. The boy had fallen
asleep in less than a minute, he must be exhausted. Several times in the
night he had awakened, his head on Danny's lap. The thought of what lay
under his head had been arousing, but the place had been all wrong. Andrew
smiled and rolled over, scooting himself back against Danny. And in his
sleep Danny responded to the warmth, his arm draping itself over the
boy. Andrew smiled and closed his eyes.




Chapter Four

	The boys slept on while the train stretched out for the long haul
to San Antonio. Texas was a large state and they would take all day and
night to traverse the distance. But snuggled in Danny's arms, Andrew laid
there waiting, thinking...dreaming.

	They would be close together in Miami, not too far apart his mum
had said. Of course they wouldn't be at the same schools and anyways they
were two grades apart. He could probably arrange that they spend weekends
together, his mother would allow that. He wasn't sure what Danny's mother
would allow.

	He could tell that his mum had been working on her. The looks they
exchanged said that much, the gay thing had been discussed. He wasn't sure
how Mrs. Briggs had figured out about her son, but she knew.

	And she would know how he felt when he gave her the final sketch,
the one he would finish before the painting began. He would put all his
love into that work and she would know how he felt about Danny without
question. He had to make her understand, she had to trust them.

	Andrew felt his stomach rumble. A few bites of roll with his coffee
had been the only food this morning. The shade had been drawn but he could
tell by the light that it was almost midday. Artists knew about these
things.

	Sometime in the last fifteen minutes he had become aware of
something poking him in the rear. Danny was becoming aroused and that
thrilled him. It was probably because the boy needed to pee but it sure
felt wonderful for now. At some point it would awaken the sleepyhead behind
him, but for now it was simply stimulating and he too became aroused.

	He felt Danny move in his sleep, his body pressing forward in
unconscious motion...Andrew pressed back. There were two layers of cloth
between them, there could be no penetration. If they had been naked like
this he might have wiggled his way back, spreading his cheeks until Danny
awoke with his cock in something warm and tight.

	But he worried that Danny might feel he'd taken advantage, he
wasn't used to such straight forward thinking. The little cloth bag in his
case on the floor held condoms and lubricant, not art supplies. Later, they
would use them later.

	He felt Danny stir, the need to urinate finally overcoming
sleep. Andrew pressed back until he felt the boy's cock pushing into the
crack of his ass.

	"What?" Danny said as he came awake.

	"Hmm...seems like some big boy is trying to take advantage of me,"
Andrew giggled. "You are poking me rather well you know."

	Danny pulled away blushing and Andrew groaned. "And just when I was
about to cry 'rape,'" he said.

	"I'm sorry..." Danny began. "I have to pee."

	"Never be sorry, be certain. You go pee and hurry back. I'll miss
that warmth until you return," Andrew said.

	Danny leapt over him and hurried into the bathroom. The walls being
thin as cardboard Andrew heard the rush of water hitting the bowl. Lord
knows how the boy could aim that thing hard as it was.

	Danny returned, a hand over his crotch, being ridiculously
modest. Andrew held the covers back. And then they were together, arms
around one another.

	"You get enough sleep?" Andrew asked.

	"I suppose," Danny replied. "You hungry?"

	Andrew reached down and grasped Danny's cock. "You want me to
finish what I started?"

	Danny laughed. "You're a sex machine...what do you want?"

	"I want to put a smile on your face. I want your mother to know how
much I love you. I want you to be in my life forever. I want...."

	"Ok...ok, I get the picture. But I want to do something for you
too," Danny said, a blush coming to his face.

	Andrew reached over and took Danny's hand, sliding it down to his
crotch. "There you go, help yourself."

	It was Andrew who decided what the activity should be. He did that
simply by turning himself around with his head towards Danny's feet. In
this way he figured he could show the boy how oral sex was supposed to
happen. Monkey see, monkey do always seemed to work.

	Danny found it hard to focus when Andrew's mouth began to work on
him. He worried that he might scrape his teeth against that soft flesh like
he'd done with Bobby. But Andrew's cock was different; there was a lot more
skin to contend with. And once he began to reciprocate he found that if he
just did what was being done to him it seemed to work.

	He knew at some point there would be a climax and Andrew would
cum. He'd thought about the taste of something strange flooding his mouth
and how he would react. At worst it would make him ill rather than drowning
him. But he knew Andrew had no aversion to swallowing cum, why should he?

	The licking and nibbling with moments of sucking in between made
Danny so hard he thought he would explode. But Andrew could feel the
tension rising and he backed down, resuming the licking just to maintain
stimulation. Danny followed every move, duplicating what was happening and
thus assuring his success.

	Andrew may have been only five inches but that seemed to fill his
mouth and throat, even to the point of gagging him. Danny kept himself well
aware of that point while Andrew seemed to swallow with abandon.

	Not that Danny felt he was much larger, in fact only an inch and a
bit. But his cock was larger in diameter and his balls twice the size of
Andrew's. Andrew pulled off.

	"Ok, time for the big finish, I've been teasing you long
enough. You keep doing what you're about and we'll get there together,
that's the best. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

	Danny grinned. "I can handle it...I wanna taste you."

	"Good egg, let's go for the finale," Andrew laughed.

	Danny had been noticing Andrew's fingers playing on his scrotum and
then running down along underneath almost to his butt hole. He'd been doing
that as well just to make sure the boy knew how good it felt. Well now
Andrew's finger was rubbing across his hole and it felt awesome so Danny
did the same.

	He was surprised when his finger actually penetrated Andrew's butt
hole with no effort. It felt really soft down there, and he received no
resistance. He heard Andrew moan with pleasure and that gave him more
confidence so he pressed harder. Imagine his surprise when his finger slid
into the boy and felt the moist warmth inside.

	Andrew slid Danny's cock down his throat, feeling pubes tickle his
nose. The finger in his ass was unexpected, Danny was taking risks. So he
wiggled his finger up the boy's butt and felt resistance give way to that
warm soft feeling. They were finger fucking one another and it seemed to be
a distraction until Andrew felt Danny stiffen. Ahh, he'd hit the boy's
prostate.

	Andrew felt Danny begin to buck, his balls tighten and every other
sign of an impending orgasm. For his part all he did was relax and let
himself go. They both came within seconds of one another and Andrew
relished the taste as his mouth filled with cum.

	Danny felt like his finger was in a vise as Andrew's butt clamped
down on the intruder. He knew it was a sign of something but he was too
overwhelmed by what the finger in his own ass was doing. Whatever place
Andrew touched it sent spasms of incredible delight through his body. His
cock had never been this hard and he was losing control.

	He came with a groan of delight, feeling the pulses erupt in
Andrew's mouth. He was so focused on that he barely noticed the taste in
his own mouth. But then he felt a gush of warmth across his tongue, and his
mouth filled with Andrew's seed. Nothing for it now, he swallowed.

	Andrew's cum left a sweet, almost salty aftertaste in his mouth
that Danny found pleasant. His nostrils filled with the scent of sperm,
something familiar at least from his own early experimentation. But he felt
elated. Not only had he just experienced the best orgasm of his life, but
he had successfully demonstrated his ability to suck a cock. And not just
any cock, but the one belonging to the boy he loved.

	Danny felt Andrew milk the remaining drops from his penis and lick
it off. He tried doing the same but Andrew pulled away.

	"Whoa, cowboy. Us bastards with the foreskin have a mite more
sensitivity down there after we're done. The head of my willy is
electrified at the moment, we best give it a rest."

	Danny smiled. "That was awesome."

	"Couldn't agree more, mate. You have the talent. Was the taste
agreeable?"

	"Hmm, yes...very sweet, just like the rest of you."

	Andrew laughed and turned himself around. He quickly lay on top and
pressed his lips against Danny's. In that kiss they shared the taste of one
another and it felt grand.

	"We needed that, didn't we?" Danny said. "I mean, it says a lot
about the way we feel towards one another. Such a loving
experience...everything says I love you when you have sex like that."

	"You are a poet," Andrew said. "There was no just having sex about
what we did, it was all about the feelings we shared." And he thought, I am
the luckiest creature alive, this boy is so hot and he doesn't know it.

	"I suppose we ought to get dressed, the moms are probably waiting
and wondering," Danny said.

	"Well wipe that grin off your face or they'll know what we've been
about...lover boy."

	"Are you...are you gonna tell your mom what we did?" Danny asked.

	"No...no way. Besides I won't have to...I'm sure she'll know."

	"I wish there was some way to take a shower," Danny said as they
dressed.

	"We'll come back after lunch and bathe in the sink. Have you ever
been camping?" Andrew asked.

	"No, we lived in the city."

	"Then I'll show you how to wash up properly. It takes a while but
the result is pretty good. I learned how to wash in a bucket when we went
camping."

	The two moms were chatting away like old friends when the boys
knocked on the door.

	"You sleep well?" Alice asked. Danny nodded in reply. He noticed
his mother push a pillow over something sitting beside her on the seat but
it wasn't hidden completely. He looked up into her eyes and she
smiled. He'd recognized the grey and black cover...she'd been reading in
one of his notebooks.

	There was a quiet pause in the room and Andrew looked at his mum,
what was happening?

	"Im sorry Danny...I know I should have asked," Alice said.

	Danny blushed and turned, bolting through the open door.

	"What?" Andrew asked, but Danny was gone.

	"You better go find him," Elisabeth said and Alice got up.

	"I didn't mean for it to be like this," Alice said.

	"Just tell him how you feel...now go," Elisabeth said.

	Andrew looked at his mum after Alice left. "What just happened...is
Danny alright?"

	Elisabeth patted the seat and Andrew sat down. "They just need a
little family time, sweetie." She moved the pillow and exposed several
school notebooks. "Did you know about these?"

	"Danny's stories...yes he told me about them. Aw, and you were
reading them...that's shameful, Mum. That's his private business."

	"It's how Alice discovered her son, sweetie. A mother has a need to
protect her family. I suppose she should have asked him if she could read
them...she probably should have...but it's too late for that now."

	"I know he's been keeping them for quite some time," Andrew
said. "He was going to show them to me...he's a brilliant writer I gather."

	"Yes...yes he is, but the subject matter is what this is all
about. Alice has known for months that she had a gay son, but she thought
it was her fault. I believe her mind is changed about that now, they need
to have a private chat. You're lucky you know, we've always been very open
about our feelings."

	Andrew smiled. "I have the best mum in the world," he said giving
his mother a hug. "I hope Danny gets through this ok."

	"Let's give them some time to deal with it," Elisabeth said.

	Alice found Danny face down on the bed in the boy's cabin. The
muffled sobs she heard just seemed to stab a hot knife in her heart and
made her feel terribly guilty. She eased herself down on the bed and placed
a hand on the boy's back.

	"I'm sorry, dear. I should have told you I found your
notebooks. And I should have asked if I could read them."

	Danny seemed angry and embarrassed; both emotions came forth in his
words.

	"I didn't want you to read them...I wanted some privacy with my
thoughts, my feelings. But I don't have any of that do I?"

	"Danny, you've done nothing wrong...it's my fault you're so
upset. I violated your privacy and I shouldn't have. But I wanted to
protect you from harm...I wanted to know what you were thinking."

	"But now you know," Danny sobbed. "Now you know I'm...I'm..."

	"Gay? Is that what this is all about?" Alice said. "Oh,
honey...being gay isn't the end of the world. I wondered about you for a
long time, now I know for sure. It doesn't change the way I love
you...nothing could ever do that."

	Danny raised his head from the pillow. "But you read about the
things I thought of doing...the things I did..."

	"And you're embarrassed because now your mother knows. I
understand, we have never talked about sex like this before. But the things
you wrote, the things you wanted to try are all perfectly normal for a gay
boy...for any boy."

	"But you let Andrew's mom see them...she knows too," Danny said. He
sat up, his face awash with tears. "I love him, Mom...I can't lose him
now."

	Alice felt her own tears brimming over as she hugged the boy. "Oh,
sweetie. I think the things you wrote were beautiful. You have a gift for
expression...for saying exactly what you mean. Elisabeth understands your
feelings, we both do now. Nothing is going to take away the boy you love,
you have our support."

	Danny wiped his cheeks. "You mean that? I mean its ok with you guys
if Andrew and I love one another?"

	Alice brushed the hair back from Danny's face. He was a handsome
boy; she could see what Andrew found so attractive. And at this moment she
knew the boys needed one another, it brought out her deepest sense of
protection.

	"I think Elisabeth and I just worry that you boys are too young to
understand the risks of being openly in love. But you're entitled to those
feelings; you need to be able to love someone like him. I'm just glad we
have all this out in the open now, no more secrets."

	"I love you, Mom...I was just afraid you would hate me for
being...gay."

	"I could never hate you, Danny...never." And Alice smiled. "So tell
me about Andrew, what makes you love him so much?"

	Danny's eyes grew soft and he smiled. "I know you worry...well we
haven't done anything very sexual, ok? God, I don't believe I just told my
mom that."

	They both laughed. "Well I wasn't thinking about those
details...some things are best kept private, even from your mom," Alice
said.

	"He's an amazing artist...his eyes see the world like no one else
does. He's doing a sketch of me now and says he's going to do a painting. I
don't know how he does all that but Andrew says I'll find out when we get
to Miami and he can finish it. I don't want you to be upset, but it's going
to be a nude portrait."

	Alice smiled. "And you're willing to pose for him? That takes
courage."

	"He's got a lot more experience...at things than I do," Danny
said. "But he's warm and very loving...I think that's all I can say about
that."

	"Good for you. You can always tell me whatever you want me to know;
the rest will happen as it may...I trust you Danny."

	"I mean...well can I spend time with Andrew when we get to
Florida?"

	Alice thought a moment. "Danny, you know I've been sick and...well,
I'll have surgery once we get there. Your Aunt Rita is arranging that
now. It's not a simple operation and there will be several weeks of
recovery time afterwards. Elisabeth has suggested you stay with them during
that period...I think you should."

	Danny's eyes were wide now. "Mom...is everything alright? Will you
be ok?"

	"Yes dear, I just need the surgery when we get to Miami. I know you
don't know Rita very well and I'm sure you would be bored spending time
around an old lady. I'll be in the hospital for about a week and then at
Rita's for a recovery period. I think you and Andrew would enjoy the time
together...if that's alright with you?"

	Danny laughed and gave his mother another hug. "I think I can
handle that, but if you need me I'll come right home."

	"You're growing up so fast...it scares me sometimes," Alice
said. "I just want you to be happy, sweetie. We can't know what tomorrow
will bring, but for now I see that Andrew is in your future...I'll learn to
love him too."

	"Um...so what is it about my writing that you liked best?" Danny
asked.

	Alice smiled. "I think it's the way you describe things...I never
knew you had such a way with words...."

	They sat for some time talking about Danny's writing as the Texas
landscape rolled past the window unseen. For Danny it gave him new insight
about his work through his mother's eyes and it gave him joy to realize
that she accepted him for who he was. One thing was for sure; his
relationship with Andrew was blessed by her acceptance.

	It was nearly three in the afternoon when they returned to find
Andrew's family waiting and wondering. One look at Danny's face told Andrew
everything was just fine.

	"We missed lunch didn't we?" Alice asked.

	"I sent the kids for a snack a while ago," Elisabeth said.

	"I can wait for dinner," Danny said. He sat down beside Andrew and
took the boy's hand in his own. "Nothing to hide any more."

	"I think we both understand how you two feel," Elisabeth
said. "Just be cautious and respect the feelings of others. You have our
support but lots of people won't be as understanding."

	"I told Danny he may stay with you while I recover from the
surgery. I think he'd like that and I would be grateful." Alice
said. "Besides, it seems there is some great artwork being planned, I
wouldn't want to interfere with that. My son is going to pose nude."

	Andrew blushed furiously. He hadn't mentioned that to his mum quite
yet. Elisabeth laughed at the boy's reaction. "He is such a
schemer...always trying to get someone's clothes off." She ruffled his hair
and took her hand away. "You need a bath, my dear."

	"We were going to wash up in the sink...is that ok?" Danny asked.

	"Best thing we can do, I'm afraid," Alice said. "Why don't you boys
go wash up. And while you're at it, tell the steward in the dining car we
need dinner reservations...say six-thirty? Danny can get a snack beforehand
if he feels the need."

	The boys left and talked to the dining car steward on the way
before hurrying back to their cabin. Andrew slid the door shut and pinned
Danny to the wall. "So tell me what happened?"

	"I told her I would throw myself under the wheels of the train if
she didn't let me love you."

	"Oh, what a lie...but things are ok now?"

	"Yes, we understand one another," Danny said. "It's such a relief,
and I get to stay with you when we get to Miami."

	Andrew kissed him and things just began to happen. It wasn't like
they planned to have sex right then, but their bodies responded and they
gave in to the feelings. Their clothes came off and Andrew reached into his
supply box for the little cloth bag. Danny didn't even need to ask what was
up when the boy produced a little foil wrapper containing a condom.

	Andrew didn't ask if Danny wanted to put it on, he did it
himself. And then they were lying down, face to face, with Andrew's legs on
Danny shoulders. It was probably best that Danny had no preconceived notion
of how things like this happened. He'd thought about it, dreamed about it,
but the reality was so much better.

	Their bodies came together like a hand in glove, and Andrew smiled
up at him. The feeling of the boy's heat surrounding his penis made Danny
shudder. And suddenly he knew they belonged together like this, it would
always be a wonderous expression of their love.

	Andrew felt in awe as Danny slid inside. It had been a while and
yet his body knew every feeling, every need, and he opened up like a sun
ripened flower to allow their coupling. The fullness felt so good, so
right...and he saw the same gleam in Danny's eyes.

	What started out slow and delicious soon became wanton raw
energy. Andrew encouraged the plunges, enjoying the pleasurable assault on
his inner most nerve endings. Danny was well made for this; his size
produced the desirable fullness...but he couldn't hold out for long.

	Danny almost screamed with delight as he thrust into the heat of
Andrew's body. Every moment produced a different thrill, an overwhelming
cascade of feelings...and he knew it would end much too soon.

	Andrew groaned and cooed, driving Danny up the wall knowing the boy
was loving every bit of it. His own groans became more frequent, his body
shuddering with raw passion. And then Danny felt the surge begin, build to
impossible heights and he exploded again and again.

	He collapsed on Andrew's chest, their bodies covered in sweat
despite the cool air from the vents. It had never felt like this before,
Danny didn't know his body was capable of producing such feelings...but he
did now.

	Danny felt fingers running through his hair and the squeeze of
Andrew's legs around his waist. The feelings had been incredible for
him...what was the boy feeling? Danny raised his head to look and saw the
smile on Andrew's lips. His penis chose that moment to slide out of the boy
and they both groaned.

	"Was it good? Did I do it right? I hope you enjoyed that as much as
I did," Danny whispered.

	How insecure, how touching...what a sweetie, Andrew thought. "It
was everything...the best."

	Danny grinned. "It was over too fast...the feelings just blew me
away."

	"Practice, we'll get it down just right," Andrew said.

	"Do you...do you want to do it to me?" Danny asked.

	Andrew giggled. "Afraid I can't." He looked down at the puddle of
cum on his belly and Danny realized for the first time that Andrew had
erupted as well. He never knew a boy could do that without touching
himself.

 	  "Awesome...it just happened?"

	"It always happens, well at least to me. Something about a big cock
up my arse that just sets me off, especially when that cock is yours."

	It was Danny's turn to giggle. "I'm not that big."

	"Big enough to do the job right, anything else would be a
waste. How long does it take you to recover?" Andrew asked.

	"Recover? Oh, you mean before I can cum again? Um, I don't
know...never done it twice in a row before."

	Andrew pushed on Danny's chest and they sat up. A handful of
tissues and the boy grasped the limp condom covered cock, sliding the
sheath off and dropping it on the floor. He got down on his knees between
Danny's legs and before there could be a protest he had the boy's cock in
his mouth.

	Danny gasped; he was so sensitive down there. But Andrew's hand
worked between his legs and Danny spread himself wide to allow access. He
felt that finger wiggling towards his butt and Danny raised his legs to
give it room to work.

	The finger was covered in lube after Andrew had applied it to
himself before, now it was slipping inside his ass and Danny felt in awe of
that feeling. It was the finger rubbing against that spot inside, he was
sure, but now his cock wasn't just a limp object, it was beginning to rise
from the dead.

	He'd been right before, Andrew was a sex machine...he seemed driven
to get Danny off again if at all possible. Feeling the stiffness return to
Danny's cock, Andrew plunged ahead...and then inserted a second finger up
the boy's rear.

	Danny felt vulnerable like this, his legs in the air and fingers
working away in his ass...such wonderful feelings. He felt an ache in his
balls and was overcome with desire to cum again. Those fingers were
stretching him, probing every corner of his insides. He wondered what it
would feel like to have a cock in there.

	Andrew was sucking for all he was worth, his hand grasping the base
of Danny's penis and stroking away as well. He felt it throb in his
mouth...oh yes, it was working. He added another slender finger to the mass
working away on the boy's asshole.

	Danny felt the change in his rear; it was a feeling of being full,
like his insides were turning to mush. He shuddered as the pressure on his
prostate made these incredible feelings sweep through his body. Something
was happening again.

	Andrew felt the boy's balls begin to rise, pulling closer to the
base of his cock and signaling another shot of cum was building up. Jerry
had taught him these things...things every boy ought to know to produce
pleasure in a partner. Danny was like a painting...a work in progress. He
needed to know...to learn how the boy reacted to stimulation. Only then
could he be the best of lovers, the one Danny just couldn't live without.

	Andrew felt Danny's insides tremble and then go soft. The feelings
were there, the sperm was coursing through the tubes again. And he took the
boy's cock from the back of his throat to receive the blast. He wanted the
taste and the smell to overpower his senses like it had this morning...it
was everything good about sex.

	Danny felt his balls contract, his cock was throbbing now and then
Andrew pulled his head back and sucked on the head...it was all too
much. Danny groaned deep in his throat and his asshole contracted around
the intruding fingers. His back arched as he spewed forth and it felt like
his balls were turned inside out.

	Andrew withdrew his fingers as the boy collapsed, and he fought off
a grin...his mouth was too full to allow that. Lord, but the boy had
produced another full load of cum, not something he could ever do, well not
yet anyways. The smell of sperm filled his head and he swallowed with
delight. Yes, this is what good sex was all about.

	Danny was exhausted...his muscles trembled with the exertion. But
wow, he had never imagined it would be anything like this. He looked down
at Andrew and watched the boy swallow; the look on his face was
angelic. Suddenly he felt such a passionate moment of love pass between
them, it brought tears to his eyes.

	All those years of writing about his dreams, his hopes, and his
desires had brought him this understanding of himself. He could spend the
rest of his life wanting something like this to happen, and he would find
none better than this sweet boy. Here and now mattered most, that's what
his mother had been trying to say.

	Danny reached down and placed his hands on either side of Andrew's
head, pulling the boy up and onto his chest. The boy still had that stunned
look, his mind still processing the feelings and reveling at the taste in
his mouth. Danny hugged him so tightly, he never wanted to let go.

	"I love you so much," Danny whispered, kissing the boy's face and
neck. "I just love you and everything about you."

	Andrew lay there, providing warmth, kissing him back. But then the
boy leaned up and grinned. "Now I get to bathe you."

	Andrew washed his hands with lots of hot soapy water, a good thing
considering where those fingers had been. And then he stood Danny in the
small bathroom and proceeded to wash him from head to toe with a soapy
washcloth.

	Waves of emotion passed through his mind as Danny watched the boy
gently bend to his task. Not since his mother had given him baths when he
was little kid did he understand how good something like this felt. He
could only look forward to returning the favor.

	Andrew wiped off the soap, rinsing the cloth in the sink and making
a good job of it. Danny's body tingled and he knew it wasn't just because
he was clean. It was the loving touches, the need Andrew had to please him
that made him feel this way. And then it was his turn.

	Of course the boy kept up a continuous dialogue while Danny soaped
his body. All that expanse of pink healthy skin under the cloth was a turn
on, well if only he had the strength. One day they would bathe together in
a real tub which would be a lot more exciting.

	And speaking of exciting, Andrew became erect during the
process. Danny gazed down at the boy's stiffness and wondered what he
should do about it. He ignored it until the soap was wiped off, but then it
was still there. Danny dried the boy with a clean towel and then dragged
him back into the room and pushed him down on the seat.

	Andrew protested, the struggle without much merit as Danny pinned
him to the cushions. Danny attacked his nipples with teeth and tongue
causing the boy to howl with delight. Then that tongue worked its way south
until it encountered a stiff object and Andrew went silent.

	So Danny was going to do it by himself this time, he needed to try
at least. The room became silent too, the rattle of the wheels under the
train a constant rhythm in the background. Danny seemed to sense the
importance of his mission, his first solo flight, and he set about it with
great care.

	Danny looked up into Andrew's eyes. "I am going to suck you until
you are ready to cum. I want you to tell me when you get there this time
then I am gonna jack you off. I want to see it happen. I want to see you
shoot....ok?" Andrew nodded in agreement and Danny lowered his head.

	His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once...probing the nooks and
crannies of his foreskin, delving into the slit of the head. Andrew
trembled with delight; the boy was on a roll here. Fingers squeezed his
balls, pushed and pulled the skin taunt. It was a delicious assault, the
best ever.

	Danny avoided his butt hole. Instead his fingers roamed Andrew's
body, caressing and pinching the most sensitive spots. But his mouth seemed
to enlarge and Andrew felt himself being inhaled all the way to the back of
Danny's throat. He felt the hot breath from the boy's nose on his belly and
it was such a turn on.

	It was the tongue that finally did it. Working on the head even as
the boy swallowed his cock, Andrew knew he couldn't hold back. He groaned
as he felt the heat rising from within. "I'm cumming....soon," he groaned.

	Danny withdrew his mouth, replacing it with a hand. The touch was
electrifying, the grasp hard and just about perfect. Danny stared down as
Andrew's body bucked under his fist, thrusting upwards to increase the
pressure. He watched his hand slide the foreskin up over the head and then
pull down to expose it once again.

	This is what he had wanted to see. Foreskin was something new; he
needed to know how it affected the orgasm when it was stroked. He watched
as the head of Andrew's cock became engorged, drooling a slimy mixture that
lubricated the skin.

	"Now...oh yes...now," Andrew groaned.

	Danny kept up his pace as the boy thrust up into his hand. Little
squealing noises emanated from the boy's throat and his face scrunched up
despite the grin of pleasure. And then as he watched Andrew began to
spurt. Two shots emerged, landing on the boy's belly, and then a whole
series of minor surges that coated his moving hand.

	Danny stopped his hand but still maintained a pressure as he felt
the cock throbbing under his fingers. He leaned down and cleaned off the
head with his tongue which caused Andrew to groan. Then he licked his hand
and the boy's belly until every drop had been vacuumed up.

	He looked up into eyes blazing with excitement. "Get what you
needed?" Andrew asked.

	Danny smiled. "I think so. Now I understand the relationship
between the skin and the head...thanks."

	"Oh don't thank me...tell my mum you're glad they didn't have me
cut."

	"Oh sure, like that's gonna happen."

	They both laughed. That was a conversation that would never
happen. They dressed in clean clothes and brushed their hair. Danny took
the brush from Andrew's hand and took over the duty.

	"Gosh, you have such beautiful hair," he said.  "Has it ever been
cut short?"

	"Um...my father made me cut it a few years ago, I hated him for
that," Andrew said. "I think he did it to make me feel more masculine but
we both knew it wouldn't work. I overheard him call me a "little fag" to
mum once, she slapped him for that."

	"I'm sorry...he doesn't sound like a very nice man."

	"We left him "high and dry" mum says. I imagine he's right well
pissed at her now. That's why we left...and a good thing too, I never would
have met you otherwise."

	"I believe that no matter where you were on the planet I would have
found you, Andrew. I can't imagine a life without you."

	"Aw, mate...you give me such a wonderful feeling inside. Hmm, and
now that I know they really do exist, when are you going to show me this
writing of yours?"

	Danny smiled. "Well everyone else has seen them; no sense in
leaving you in the dark is there? We'll just go take them back from my
mother after dinner."

	It was just about dinner time when they rolled through Del Rio,
Texas, a small border town situated on the Rio Grande River. Andrew and
Danny sat in the club car waiting for their moms and Alicia to arrive. The
train tracks ran through the seedier side of most towns, this time it was
no different.

	The boys looked at the piles of junked cars and broken down
buildings. Occasionally they could look into the back yards of homes
situated along the tracks. Sometimes there were kids playing in those yards
amidst the debris and clutter.

	"Why would anyone choose to live beside the train tracks?" Andrew
asked.

	"I'm sure they didn't choose to, they're poor and this is all they
can afford," Danny replied.

	"Are we poor? My Mum doesn't have much money with us."

	"But she has skills, she could be a nurse again," Danny said. "My
Aunt is rich, but I know mom won't like her paying for stuff. Wait, why
can't you sell your art?"

	"Nobody wants to buy my art, it's not good enough yet," Andrew
said.

	"Boy are you wrong about that, have you seen what some people call
art? I saw this painting in a window back in Long Beach, it was pathetic
but they were selling it for thousands. I know you're better than that."

	"I got paid for a portrait of this guy's daughter once, four
hundred dollars the man gave me. It took me several weeks to finish and he
seemed happy enough," Andrew said.

	"Sounds like a good deal, but that isn't much if it took you so
long."

	"Yeah, I know, and the supplies cost me close to half of
that. Artist's supplies are expensive. I'll have to get some more when we
reach Miami, especially if I am going to paint you up proper."

	"Will you let me buy the paint for that, I have money," Danny said.

	"I might have to borrow some of that; I want it to be a great
piece...especially since it's you."

	Danny saw his mom enter the car, with Andrew's mom and Alicia right
behind. His stomach growled, this was good timing. They went forward to the
dining car and were seated. Bright white linens, polished silverware and
even a rose on their table....everything looked nice.

	Danny looked at the menu and his eyes were drawn to the
prices. Wow, even a hamburger was eight dollars. Andrew's comment about
them being poor came to mind, he didn't know what to do and then it came to
him.

	"Mom...can I buy everyone dinner tonight...like a celebration?"

	His mother looked at him, as did Andrew and his mom.

	"And what brought this up? How much did you get out of that piggy
bank of yours?" she asked.

	"Enough. I just thought it would be the gentlemanly thing to do. I
mean Mrs. Mallory has been so kind and well, then there is Andrew, it's
just something I want to do," Danny said.

	The women looked at one another and Danny's mom smiled. "Well far
be it from me to keep you from being a gentleman, we'll see how much dinner
costs first, ok?"

	Elisabeth reached across the table and placed a hand on Danny's
wrist. "That's very sweet of you, dear. But at your age money doesn't come
easily, maybe you should hang on to it."

	Danny frowned, his plan wasn't working. And then Andrew figured it
out.

	"Ok, this is my fault I suppose." He laughed and turned to his
mother. "I told Danny we didn't have much money with us and he said you
could always go back to being a nurse. He thinks we're poor."

	Elisabeth smiled and Danny felt her hand tighten on his wrist. "You
are quite the gentleman for offering, and my son has a big mouth. But I
wired all our funds to a bank in Miami, I only brought what I thought
necessary to accomplish the trip. Now if my son would only mind his own
business we can get back to ordering our dinner."

	The women laughed as Andrew blushed. Danny didn't know what to
think now, except that he really liked Mrs. Mallory at the moment. Andrew
was subdued for a while but he ordered the steak after Danny made the same
choice.

	 The dinner was pretty good, although by the time it came Danny
would have eaten the table cloth and enjoyed every bite. They even had cake
and ice cream for dessert and Danny watched as his mother ate every bite of
her food. She had to be feeling better and that was a relief.

	Their waiter brought the check and Alice swiped it off the
table. "Since Danny thinks this should be a celebration of some kind, I'll
buy the dinner. Just my way of saying thank you to the Mallory's for all
their kindness. And Danny, I'll let you tip the waiter, ok?"

	That was settled. They returned to the club car and settled in to
watch the sunset over coffee. Elisabeth sat with Danny beside her and
whispered in his ear.

	"You are quite the young man, I am so happy for you. But you're
mistaken if you think we're broke, I have tons of money in the bank. Shh,
just don't tell anyone, ok sweetie?"

	Danny nodded. It made him feel very grownup to be brought into her
confidences like this. He looked over at his mom and realized
something. Now that he had Andrew in his life it would be like having two
moms. That made him smile and he told Elisabeth what he was thinking.

	"Yes, I always want you to feel that way," she said, and then
kissed him on the cheek. "Andrew and I come as a set; I'll never let him
grow up. He'll always be my little boy...and I have to share him with you."

	Andrew slid a hand under the table and grasped Danny's thigh. Of
course he had heard everything his mother said, especially the last part
about the sharing. Danny produced the deck of cards and the women tried to
teach the boys how to play Bridge. Alicia seemed to be off in a world of
her own, a dolly in her lap and a vivid imagination were all she needed to
be happy.

	It was getting late, nearly ten o'clock when the conductor came
through the club car and announced the next stop as San Antonio.

	"This is where the Alamo is located," Danny said.

	"The Alamo, what's that?" Andrew asked.

	Danny gave them a brief description of Texas' most famous monument;
it was really just a small church that got in the way of history being
made. But that small pile of stones had become the rallying point for
hundreds of men who fought and died for their pledge to set Texas free from
Mexico. Andrew was fascinated with the story, especially the way Danny told
it.

	"Your son has a real gift for words, you must be so proud,"
Elisabeth said.

	"Oh yeah, Mom. I told Andrew he could look at my notebooks," Danny
said.

	Alice raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Well I suppose, why not, he
knows what's in them. You may have them back anytime, they're yours after
all."

	"I was thinking about now, it's getting pretty late," Danny said.

	They retired to the cabin and Alice gave Danny his shoebox with the
notebooks inside. He carried the precious cargo back to their room and
handed it to Andrew.

	"Everything you'd ever want to know about me is in those pages,
some of it is pretty raw," Danny said.

	"Point taken," Andrew said, "but I was hoping you might read some
of it to me."

	"Oh...a bedtime story is it? I think I can do that."

	They opened the bed and undressed.  Andrew lay down and folded a
pillow under his head. Danny sat in a pool of light from the overhead
fixture and selected a book from the pile. There were at least a dozen to
choose from, but he chose this one for a reason.

	"I was twelve when I started writing these things," Danny began as
he turned the pages. "I knew there was something different about me; I just
didn't know what it meant until I met Bobby."

	"Ahem," Danny cleared his throat and began to read. "The stars came
out tonight as they seem to do every night even if we can't always see them
blazing away up there in the sky so many millions of miles away.

	"The majesty of that distance always makes me feel small, as if by
some chance one of them might fall and take away everything we know, every
drop of water and every bit of life. It isn't going to happen, but I
sometimes think I would welcome the change.

	"I met this boy Bobby today, he lives nearby and yet I didn't know
he existed until we met on the bleachers behind the high school. He goes
there to run he says...I wondered aloud what he was running from and that
made him laugh.

	"Humor is always a good way to break the ice, but I knew he wanted
to talk to me, I could just tell. So we talked about school, or at least I
did, he's new to the area. So I asked him if he was into sports or had any
hobbies and he said yes. I don't know which question he was replying to.

	"He said I had nice eyes. A statement right out of the blue like
that really startled me. I never had a boy tell me that before, I don't now
why he said that. But I smiled back at him and noticed his eyes as well;
they were green with tiny flecks of gold around the iris. I usually don't
notice stuff like that either but for some reason I did.

	"I would have felt silly telling him his eyes had such an effect on
me that I had to look away. Instead I asked if he wanted to go get a soda
from the machine behind the locker room. He said ok but that he didn't know
where that was, I led the way.

	"It was quiet back there, the hum of the machine being the only
sound filling the space. Someone had written "all fags die" on the wall and
for some reason I was offended and embarrassed by that. Bobby looked at it
and said that things never change; there were haters everywhere in this
world.

	"I put my money in the machine but it didn't give me a soda. We
both heard the can fall but nothing came out. Bobby bent over and looked up
under the flap in the machine. He could see the can there, he said, but it
seemed stuck at some weird angle. I was looking at the curve of his back
and at the smoothness of his spine leading down to the crack at the top of
his butt cheeks.

	"His jeans had ridden down exposing his underwear and that
aforementioned crack, I was very aware of it. He was reaching up into the
machine, trying to free the can when the snap on his jeans let go. It was
just pop and his jeans slid down. His hand was up inside the machine, his
jeans were down around his knees and his briefs were the only thing between
me and his bare ass.

	"The briefs were worn, the cloth quite thin by this point in time
and they gave me an interesting view of his well rounded bottom. I could
see the shape of his balls hanging down in them, but the curve of his butt
and especially that crack between the cheeks held my attention. Suddenly he
stood up and turned around, a can of soda in his hand.

	"He must have seen something in my eyes or he guessed that I had
been looking at his ass. But that was history, now he had presented the
front of his briefs to my inspection and they were bulging outwards. It
suddenly occurred to me that none of this was by accident; he had unsnapped
his jeans and allowed them to drop just to gauge my reactions.

	"He smiled and asked if there was anything I wanted to say. I said
yes and thanked him for retrieving my soda, and then I turned away. If only
he could have seen the smile on my face at that moment, he would have known
I was on to his game and had returned the favor by dismissing his play.

	"Instead he pulled up his jeans and hurried after me. We went back
and sat on the bleachers. Now he didn't know what to say so I took over. I
asked him if that ploy worked very often. He pretended that he didn't
understand me. The game moved on to a different level of play, he was going
to be hard to catch out.

	"You have a nice ass I finally said, knowing that is what he wanted
to hear. He raised an eyebrow and asked why I had been looking. Of course I
don't see many asses like that in my life I said back, I'm not a very good
judge of a fine ass. But as asses go I still thought his was pretty nice.

	"You want to see it again he asked, just to make sure you still
think it's nice. I said I might, but I wasn't sure that would upgrade my
opinion. I asked if he knew what might be the next level beyond nice. He
smiled and said awesome might be a little higher, did I think his ass could
be awesome?

	"I told him that maybe if it was bare instead of all bound up
inside his briefs then I could tell, was that a possibility? I could tell
the prospect enticed him; it was only a matter of dropping his briefs for
me to tell what I thought. He looked around and I laughed saying that this
was definitely not the place to continue the game, but I had a suggestion.

	"I led him over to the old gas station across the street, he looked
the place over and I had to admit it was pretty disgusting and filthy. He
seemed relieved when we crossed that property and went into the apartment
building behind it. He followed me down the stairs to the laundry room and
then into the storeroom beyond. We had lived there once and I never forgot
the layout.

	"So you ready for the game to resume I asked. He looked around the
room and decided this was just fine so I locked the door. Snap and once
again his jeans fell, only this time he pushed his briefs down along with
them. I didn't know much about judging asses but I knew a nice cock when I
saw one, and his was awesome and becoming world class more each second.

	"He turned around and bent over, giving me the full moon. Yes he
had an awesome ass, that's all there was to it, but now I wanted to see
more of his cock. The only other cock I had ever seen was my own but I
wasn't about to tell him that. Instead I pretended to judge his ass and I
started by running my hand over his smooth cheeks.

	"He started at my touch and looked back at me. I tilted my head
this way and that, trying to look like I was coming to a decision. My hands
were on fire from touching him and he bent over further to make sure I got
the whole view. I ran a hand up his spine a little and then back down his
crack. I heard him sigh and knew he was enjoying this. It was time to view
the front again knowing full well he would be completely aroused by now.

	"I stepped to the side and told him to stand up which he did. His
cock was standing straight out from his belly a good six inches. Nice ass I
finally said, but the cock is world class. He beamed at me and reached over
to fondle the erection in my pants. We sat down on a pile of mattresses and
masturbated...his hand on my cock and mine on his.

	"We both shot a great distance and complimented one another. Then
he had to go home and I watched him leave wondering if we would ever do the
same things again. And that brings me back to the stars in the sky tonight.

	"Somewhere Bobby is sitting under those same stars, and maybe, just
maybe he is thinking about me. For even though they seem to hang up there
in the night sky I know the universe is expanding, always moving away from
the center of what they call the Big Bang. Life had brought me Bobby today,
someone who shared a bit of what I feel inside, except he sure went about
finding it in a strange way.

	"We are all like the stars, always moving, always changing. And
sometimes stars collide even here on earth. I have met someone who I think
might be a star in my universe if only we stay attracted. It's too soon to
tell and maybe one day I will be truthful. Bobby does have an awesome ass;
I just need time to tell him about it"

  	Danny closed the notebook and looked down at Andrew, fully
expecting the boy to be fast asleep. Instead he saw wide eyes; the boy had
hung on every word.

	"God...that was beautiful...amazing," Andrew said.

	"I just wrote down what I was feeling. Just the ramblings of a
lonely twelve year old."

	"And this was the Bobby, the one you had sex with?"

	Danny leaned down and kissed Andrew's nose. "Yeah, well I thought
of it as sex back then. I kinda worshiped Bobby for a long time. What we
have is much more real."

	"I make no comparisons; it was the beginning of understanding
yourself, what you were feeling inside. It was sweet...what happened to
him?"

	"We moved away from there because of the crime problems when I was
fourteen and then Mom became ill and here we are," Danny said.

	"Was he gay...or do you know?" Andrew asked.

	"I think he was, but he had a lot of weird thoughts about being
gay. He was into exposing himself, I guess you caught that. He came over to
our apartment one day and stood in our bathroom doorway shaking his cock at
me. That would have been fine except my mother was right there around the
corner in the kitchen. He took too many risks for no apparent reason.

	"I would never do that to you, he could have got you in trouble."

	Danny leaned down once again and this time kissed Andrew on the
lips. "I could do with a bit of trouble from you." And then he yawned.

	Andrew drew back the covers and Danny turned out the light before
they both slid in under the sheets.

	"Danny...why did you stop writing in your notebooks?" Andrew asked
in the darkness.

	"I...well...I just ran out of things to say and I didn't seem to be
making any sense there towards the end, it was always the same old
complaints."

	"You should start up again, that was inspiring."

	Danny smiled in the darkness. "Maybe I will...now that I have
something to inspire me again."