Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 10:32:59 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 8

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Finding Love - by BW                        Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 8 - A changing of the guard.        May 2000

We had now been in that shack for nearly three months.  I only needed one
more hash mark to complete the third row on my calendar.  That meant that
by tomorrow we have been there 90 days.  Ninety days of being isolated and
alone in that hot little shack, and it was getting hotter every day.  There
was absolutely nothing good about this experience, although Parker's recent
transformation had made it more bearable.  Our conversations with him had
continued and he had proved to be quite helpful, telling us things that he
did with his friends when he was around our age.  It made Tad and me feel
better, knowing that we weren't so different from other people.  We had
begun to think that there was something wrong with us and that we were the
only ones who had done some of these things.

Other things changed too.  Parker would even heat up some water for us
every few days so we could take sponge baths.  We hadn't been able to do
that for the first couple of months, and it felt good to clean up every so
often.  We had also developed some skin rashes during this time, possibly
because of the cleanliness issue.  Parker pointed this problem out to Dean
on one of his visits, and he asked him what he thought they should do.
Dean looked at the rashes carefully and he said that he would bring out
some things to treat the problem with, on his next visit.  As we heard a
car drive in, we hoped that day might now be here and that he would have
something for these itchy rashes.  Dean came into the shack and announced
that the truck was loaded with supplies and that he would like some help
bringing them in.  He and Parker let us go out and help carry things into
the shack.  Tad and I carried the groceries in, while Dean and Parker
carried the large containers of gasoline and a medium sized box.  Once
everything was put in the shack, Dean gave Parker some news.

"I'm going to take your place for a while.  I've quit my job and Bart has
agreed to let me split the time with you out here.  There are directions in
the truck, about where you will be staying, and Bart will get in contact
with you to explain things further.  I just need one thing from you before
you leave.  Would you please help me set up this air conditioner, so we
won't melt from the heat?"

"Oh, sure.  Now that you're here, we have an air conditioner.  Where was it
when it was just me out here with these two?"

"Hey, you can stay here with the air conditioner, if you want.  This was
coming out here, whether you stayed or left."

"No.  I'll help you hook it up and then I'm gone.  You can stay with the
kids for a while."

They quickly set up the air conditioner in a small window and Dean hooked
it up to a surge protector with several outlets on it to the cord that was
connected to the generator.  With the new surge protector, we would now be
able to run more than one appliance at a time, though we still must be
careful that we don't overburden the system.  Things were now becoming
slightly better, and not as primitive as it had been.  Parker soon took
off, leaving the three of us behind under our new conditions.  As if he had
suddenly remembered something, Dean ran over to one of the bags of supplies
and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for.  He soon
returned to where we were and handed us some items.  "Here.  These should
take care of your rashes.  Here's a tube of anti-bacterial cream, a tube of
A & D ointment (a vitamin enriched petroleum jelly), a jar of Vaseline, and
a bottle of baby oil.  Why don't you try the ointment first and then, if
that doesn't work, you can use the cream next.  The Vaseline and baby oil
are for you to use later, to keep the skin moist and to prevent irritation
once it's healed.  If this stuff doesn't work, I'll tell Parker to get some
other things the next time he comes out."

"Thanks," Tad said, "we appreciate this.  It isn't bad yet, but it's been
getting worse.  It seems to cover more of our skin every day."

Dean rubbed some of the ointment on the affected areas and it felt better
almost instantly.  The itching sensation ceased and within an hour or so
the redness started to disappear.  We went over and hugged him and he
pulled us up into his lap.  He let each of us sit on one of his legs.  We
both put our head on his shoulder and we felt really safe for the first
time since we had been here.  It wasn't that Parker had threatened us or
tried to hurt us, but Dean seemed to care about us and it seemed that he
wanted to protect us.  He also seemed more at ease around kids than Parker
had.  I don't know for sure what it was, but Tad and I discussed it later.
We had both felt something loving and protective in his embrace.

"Oh, I forgot something," Dean said, and he had us get off his lap.  He ran
over to another bag and fetched something from it.  "I know these will be
big on you, but I brought out some of my tee-shirts for you two to wear.
It isn't much, but I didn't dare to go to a store and buy something more
your size.  I guess I was afraid that I might get caught.  This will make
it so you aren't totally naked all of the time, though."

Tad and I both slipped on a shirt.  The neck opening covered most of the
area between our shoulders and the shirts hung nearly to our knees, but at
least we didn't have to feel totally exposed to everyone who came there,
not that there were many visitors.  We thanked him again, gave him another
hug, and we worked our way back onto his lap.  I think we all felt good
from this little affectionate display and none of us were in any hurry to
see it end.  We only took a short break from this so Dean could fix dinner.
We ate, watched some television together, and then we went to sleep.  Tad
and I still slept in the other room, but Dean didn't lock the door when he
shut it.  He told us that it would give us our privacy, but we'd be able to
come out and wake him if we needed anything during the night.  That was
kind of exciting for us, though.  It was the end to another day but the
beginning to a new existence.

The ointment and the cream healed our rashes after a few days, and we used
the baby oil and the Vaseline to keep our skin moist, to lessen the chance
of more irritation.  Dean let us keep the various things he bought for our
rash in our room, so we would have it to use at our convenience.  Dean also
talked more to us and he even taught us how to play some card games to help
pass the time.  He really didn't seem like such a bad guy and I began to
wonder how he got to be involved with my so-called stepfather.  I think
that, if he could, Dean would help us get out of this situation.

Time started to pass more quickly now.  Parker would show up once in a
while with a 'date' for Dean and he brought supplies out to keep us going.
Dean also had him bring out some games that we could play together and help
us pass the time even more.  Tad and I were both becoming attached to Dean,
and I think that he was feeling the same way about us.  He was making our
ordeal a lot easier to deal with, by being so kind, loving, and attentive.
When I said loving, I didn't mean it in a bad way.  Dean never tried
anything with either one of us.  He was just affectionate, like a father
would be with a child, and he tried to keep us busy with games and
activities, so we wouldn't dwell over our situation.

During this time, other things changed as well.  Our relationship began to
mature right along with our bodies.  We both moved deeper into puberty, as
a nice, but sparse, horseshoe of pubic hair had sprouted above our dicks.
We also had another surprise one night at bedtime.  We were kissing and
making out that night, when the action got a little heated.  Tad climbed up
on top of me and we eventually started to grind our hips into each other.
We had done this many times, with our growing cocks rubbing between our
bodies, but this was different, more intense.  We were humping away while
taking turns sucking on each other's tongue and lips, and we reached a
mind-blowing orgasm.  It was better than anything we had ever felt before.
When we climaxed this time, every nerve and fiber of our bodies were
involved.  Our orgasm came all the way from our toes and up our bodies,
until it erupted from our pricks.  It took us a few extra minutes to
recover from this session.

"Man, that was wild," Tad exclaimed, when he had recovered.

"Yeah, it was the best one yet," I answered him.

"Win, look," Tad exclaimed pointing at my abdomen.  I looked down to see
what he was referring to, when I realized why he was so excited.  There
were little puddles of cum dotting my body.

"Shit, one of us shot a load," I blurted out in shock.

"Yeah, but who?"

"I don't know.  Maybe we should wait until tomorrow and do each other with
our hands, so we can tell for sure.  What do you think?"

"Yeah, I guess that we'd find out that way.  I just wish we could tell who
it was now."  We kept looking at each other and down at our bodies, when
the answer became obvious.

"It was you, Tad," I announced.

"How do you know?"

"Look down at your wiener.  There's some more oozing out from the tip.  Tad
looked down and, sure enough, there were a couple of more droplets seeping
from the slit.

"Damn, you're right."  He was beaming with pride until he looked at me.
"Maybe we both did.  You can't be sure."

"Yes, we can.  Do you see anything coming from the end of my peter?  No,
it's clean.  It was you, Tad.  You got hairs first, and now you shot first.
No big deal.  It will happen for me soon enough.

Tad almost looked sad after we spoke.  Here he should be feeling really
great that he could cum now but, instead, he felt bad for me because I
didn't.  How could I not love him when he is so concerned about how I am
feeling?  I wiped off Tad's seed with some toilet paper and we cuddled
together and fell asleep.  Tad was right.  I was disappointed, when I
should have been happy for him.  If the roles had been reversed, Tad would
have been happy for me, but I was selfish.  I only cared about myself.  How
could Tad possibly love me, when I didn't think of anyone but myself?  The
next morning I was still down when we woke up.

"Win, don't feel bad.  You'll do it soon."

"It's not that, Tad.  I feel bad because I wasn't happy for you.  I only
thought about me.  That was wrong.  You're my best friend and I should have
considered your feeling first.  I'm sorry.  Will you forgive me for being
so stupid?"

"Win, there's nothing to forgive.  I understand.  If you had cum and I
didn't, I might have felt the same way.  Come on.  Let's go out and get
breakfast."  We hugged and then opened the door to go into the other room.
Without it being locked, we could go out to join Dean as soon as we wanted.
Dean knew better than anyone how isolated this place was and he knew that
we'd probably die if we tried to get away on our own.  He actually told us
that one night, trying to keep us from doing anything foolish.  We
understood that he told us this just to keep us from getting hurt.  We were
convinced that his intentions were purely for our welfare.  He had shown us
that he did care about us, often enough since he had been there, that we
wouldn't even consider not listening to his advice.

Time was moving more quickly since Dean arrived, and Tad and I were more
upbeat about our situation.  We even began to do things with each other
without having to cloak them in one of our fantasies.  It was just a few
evenings later, when Tad and I were in our room alone, that we decided to
suck each other off.  This was purely for personal enjoyment and it had
nothing to do with any fantasy. Tad wanted to do me first, so I stretched
out on the mattress while Tad went to work.  Damn, he was marvelous.  He
made love to my whole body, not just to my penis.  He rubbed, licked, or
kissed every square inch of me before he swallowed my eager sausage.  His
mouth seemed to glide ever so lightly, up and down, on my straining cock
and I felt as if I were floating somewhere above the physical action.  When
I felt that wonderful tingling sensation beginning to build in my loins, I
was beside myself with pleasure.  When my orgasm hit, all I could see was a
Fourth of July fireworks display going off in my mind.  There was a full
aerial bombardment of skyrockets bursting in a wide spectrum of tints and
hues.  There were continual flashes of brightly colored lights going off in
my brain, as my body convulsed beneath Tad's talented mouth.  It took
longer than usual for me to come down from this awesome release and, when I
opened my eyes, Tad was kneeling above me with a huge grin on his face.  He
waited a few seconds for me to sufficiently recover, then he stuck out his
tongue.  He stretched it out very rigidly from his mouth, and he forced
into a u-shaped curve.  I didn't understand his actions at first, but then
I noticed the liquid pooled on his oral muscle.

"Shit!  You mean that's from me?"  Tad nodded his head up and down and then
swallowed the watery liquid.

"You did it.  I guess that I was a little surprised too and I swallowed
part of it before I was able to save the rest for you to see.  Now how do
you feel?"

"Great.  I knew something was different this time.  It was really
fantastic.  I mean, it's always wonderful, but this time it was somehow
better."

"I know what you mean.  See, I told you that it wouldn't be long before you
were able to shoot like me."

"Thanks, Tad.  You're the best friend a guy could have.  Lay back.  I owe
you one."

I really had to concentrate on what I was doing to Tad, because
subconsciously my mind kept wandering over my new accomplishment.  I had to
force myself to think about Tad's needs and give him the same level of
enjoyment that he had provided me.  With the utmost thought and affection,
I worked every patch of his wonderful boy form and I tried to give him the
maximum pleasure from this attention.  By the time I engulfed his throbbing
prick, Tad was ready for his release.  I nodded up and down the length of
his rigid member, until the sap rose in his young tree and his syrupy treat
collected in my mouth.  After he got past the fog of his afterglow, I
opened my mouth to display his results, the same way he had done for me.
Sure, he knew that he could already shoot, but I wanted him to be able to
witness for himself what he had done on this occasion.  He smiled back his
appreciation before I gulped down his cream.  We soon cuddled up on the
mattress and drifted off to sleep.

Dean's presence at the shack was a real blessing.  After a while, we began
to talk about everything with him.  Not only did we discuss how we felt
now, but I was able to tell someone besides Tad about how I felt when my
father died and how I felt about my mother.  He even gave me some things to
think about.  He told me that my mother's drinking problem might be an
attempt on her part to escape some painful things in her own life, whether
it had to deal with my father's passing or something else.  He said that by
doing what she did to escape her own misery, she had most likely become
oblivious to me and my pain, but that didn't mean that she didn't love me.
He told me that people can become so absorbed in their own problems that
they can totally ignore everything else, including the people they care
about the most.  This really had me wondering.  Could he be right?  Could
it be possible that my mother still loved me?  Sovie did say that she
wouldn't let him send me away to a boarding school.  Maybe she did still
have feelings for me.  I would definitely have to check things out when I
got back home.

The day that I put the final hash mark down to complete the eleventh row of
my daily record, I realized something for the first time.  Tad and I had
both had a birthday while we had been here.  We were both now twelve years
old, and we didn't even know it when that day had passed.  Thinking about
how long we had actually been there, and the fact that we had both missed
our birthdays, depressed me.  I didn't know whether or not to tell Tad
because I didn't want him to be depressed as well.  I did whisper about it
to Dean and it seemed to make him feel bad that we had missed this event,
which was usually the highlight of a young boy's life.  In response to
Dean's reaction to my news, I didn't mention that fact to Tad.  It didn't
cross my mind again until a week and a half later, on one of Parker's
visits.  Suddenly, there was a small cake on the table that simply said
'Happy Birthday'.

"I know that this isn't the right day for either one of you," Dean said
with a sad expression on his face, "but I wanted to do something.  I didn't
realize it before that you had both had a birthday since you've been here
and you didn't get a chance to celebrate it.  Let's just say that I'm sorry
we missed acknowledging them, but maybe this will make it a little less
painful."  He put a candle on each end of the cake and he lit them.  Dean
and Parker sang to us and we each blew out one candle.  I think that you
can all probably guess what our wishes were...that we get out of here as
soon as possible.  We all ate a piece of cake before Parker left.  As soon
as he drove away, Dean looked at us both and spoke.

"I'm really sorry that this was all I could do for you.  I wish that there
was some way I could get you out of here and take you home to your parents,
but I'm not sure I could get Parker to agree to help me do that.  Besides,
Bart would probably have both of us killed if we ever helped you escape."

"You mean, really have you killed...like in dead?" I asked, shocked that he
would even suggest that such a thing was possible.

"Yes, definitely like in dead.  Bart has a great many contacts with some
really nasty people.  If he thought that we had turned on him, he wouldn't
hesitate at all to make sure that we disappeared...permanently.  That's why
Parker and I are so careful not to cross him.  To put it bluntly, we're
scared of what he is capable of doing to us."

This gave Tad and me a lot more to think about.  If he were capable of
killing them, would he be capable of killing us?  We talked about this
between us when we were alone and we decided, that if it were his intention
to get rid of us, then he probably would have done it already.  No, he has
something else in mind for us, but what?

We moved toward the mattress to go to sleep.  As we approached the
mattress, Tad turned to me and asked a question.  "Did you know that our
birthdays had passed while we were in here?"

"Yes, I did figure it out and I happened to mention it to Dean.

"Why didn't you tell me?  I never even thought about it."

"I only realized it a little over a couple of weeks ago.  I became very
depressed after I thought about it and I didn't want you to become any more
depressed than you are, by just being here."

"You didn't think I could handle it?"

"That wasn't it.  I didn't want you to have to deal with it.  I thought it
would be better if we didn't think about things like that any more.  I
didn't think that Dean would go and have a cake made and do something like
he did.  I thought he was going to keep it a secret.  It was kind of nice,
though, to know that somebody thought about us and our birthdays."

"Yeah, it was kind of nice of him, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it really was," I answered him.  "I really like Dean and how he
treats us.  He is a nice guy, even if he is doing this for Sovie."

"Yes.  We certainly could have been a lot worse off with someone else."

"I don't even want to think about that."  We both remained quiet for
several minutes before Tad broke the silence by speaking to me.

"Win?  Seeing that we just celebrated our birthdays, I'd like to give you a
special present tonight."

"Present?  What are you talking about?  We don't have anything we could
give each other as presents, unless you're going to give me your shirt."

"No, I do have something else.  Do you remember all of those stories we
read on the Internet, before we came here?"

"Yeah, but what are you thinking?  What do you have in that mind of yours?
Are you thinking about doing a special fantasy tonight for our birthdays?"

"Not exactly.  I want you to make love to me tonight, like they did in some
of those stories...up the butt.  That's the most special gift that I could
give you for your birthday and I want to do it for you.  We have both baby
oil and Vaseline, thanks to Dean.  You would just have to stretch me out
and take it slow and easy, but we could do it.  What do you think?"

"I think that I agree with you that we could do that...but only if you will
let me do the same thing for you afterward.  That will also be my birthday
gift to you.  Agreed?"  A big smile spread across Tad's face, similar to
the one that I was trying to suppress but eventually couldn't contain any
longer.

"Yes, I would like that very much.  I love you, Win, and I'm glad that you
are my best friend."

"Even if that friendship got you into this mess in the first place?"

"Definitely.  If something were going to happen like this, I wouldn't have
had it any other way.  I would never have wanted you to or allowed you to
go through this by yourself.  I don't think either of us would have
survived this long a separation apart from each other, not as well as we
have survived it together.  I think that we have held it together this long
because we love each other so much.  It's not only the love, though,
because we have our ways of expressing that love through our little
adventures, so we don't have to think about this place all of the time."

"That does help.  All of it helps."  We remained that way, not saying
another word to each other for several minutes before I felt it was safe to
break the silence.  "Well, shall we get started?"  At this point we were
both lying on the mattress and Tad scrambled to his knees, reached into the
corner for the bottle of baby oil and he handed it to me.

"I want you to do it to me first, seeing I was the one who suggested it."
I didn't argue with what he said and I watched as Tad moved around to put
his rear end in front of me.  I thought back to those stories and tried to
figure what I should do next.  When I had the plan in my mind, I poured
some baby oil in my hand and spread it thoroughly over my fingers.

Carefully I placed my index finger in front of Tad's puckered opening.  I
rubbed little circles around that winking eye, spreading some of the oil
around the edge of the entranceway, before I placed my fingertip directly
against his anus.  Tad flinched slightly when my finger came into contact
with that very private part of his body, but he quickly informed me not to
stop what I was doing.  I applied a little pressure against the opening and
my finger slid rapidly past the sphincter and into the tunnel behind.  Tad
made a little noise, but he didn't say anything.  I left my finger there
for several seconds before I began to slide it back and forth in his chute.
After doing this for a short time, I pulled the finger out, added a little
more baby oil to them, and then I inserted two fingers into Tad's cavern.
Tad's hips jerked spasmodically upward upon penetration, but he quickly
controlled himself and relaxed.  He told me to keep going, so I pushed the
pair of digits further up his tunnel.  After leaving there for a short
time, I not only pushed them in and out of his hole, but I twisted those
fingers around so I stretched his rectum in all directions.  One time I
pushed my fingers all the way in and Tad jumped and yelped.

"What's wrong?  Did I hurt you?"

"No, but you hit something in there that sent all kinds of tingling
feelings throughout my body.  It didn't hurt at all.  In fact, it felt
really neat and it made me feel really good all over."  With that he looked
over his shoulder and smiled at me.

After working his butt a little more, I asked him a question.  "Do you
think that you're ready or do you want me to try it with three fingers
first?"

"Your wiener has gotten bigger, but it's not that big," Tad told me,
causing a quick feeling of inferiority to sweep over me.  "I think that I'm
ready.  Go ahead and do it."

"I'm not real hard, yet.  Why don't you put some baby oil on my dick and
stroke it a little, until I get good and stiff."

"I'll do better than that."  Tad answered as he swung around, grabbed my
cock, and slipped it into his mouth.  I became almost instantly as hard as
steel, so Tad rubbed some baby oil onto my granite-like member.  "You're
ready now and so am I.  Let's give it a try."

Tad swung back around and wiggled his butt at me.  That was all the
encouragement that I needed and I lined my rod up with his channel.  I
moved forward until the two were touching.  I felt Tad pushing slightly
backward, trying to take me inside of him, so I met his movements and
pushed forward until the head of my pole slipped past his muscular ring.  I
heard Tad take in a quick gasp of air, but he continued to push back as I
pushed forward.  Slowly, I entered that sacred nether region, until I felt
my stomach rubbing against his ass cheeks.  I was enraptured by the feel of
his smooth warm lining wrapping itself around my stiffy, like a protective
glove.  Just being in there was giving me a unique pleasure all by itself.
I paused for a minute or so, mostly to give me a chance to calm back down,
before Tad whispered to me over his shoulder, "Go ahead and do it."

That short phrase sent me into action.  It was almost like someone had hit
the 'on' switch to a machine and my hips started rocking back and forth,
first drawing my penis almost out before I slammed it back into Tad's
bowels.  My action reminded me of that old oil derrick outside.  It
reminded me how the rocker arm of the drilling rig would swing around and
force the drill to go constantly deeper into the ground.  Here I was
drilling Tad's rump in the same fashion.  The action continued for a few
minutes before my gusher erupted.  I didn't strike oil, but Tad struck
sperm.  I pumped my load into him in four strong bursts, coating the lining
of his intestines.  Panting loudly, we both collapsed on the mattress and
we remained that way for many minutes, exhausted and enjoying a natural
high.

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