Date: Tue, 11 May 1999 10:50:28 -0700
From: "David J. Hough" <dai@accesscom.com>
Subject: Paul's Plantation - Part 3

	This story is a fantasy of mine.  It involves boy/boy sex and love.
	If that is not your "thing", you should not even be in this archive.
	If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here, but enjoy it anyway.
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Paul's Plantation
by David

	Dedicated to Chance, Josh and Peter C. - you know who you are -
thanks guys.

Part 3 - Nicky and Trevor.


	As Darryl was pulling up to the front of the house, I asked him to blow
the horn.  I wanted to attract some-ones attention.  Gladys was the one
who came to the door and, as she came down the front steps, I started to
wake Nicky up.  He winced and moaned a quite loud as he struggled to sit
up.  That is what I was worried about.  I was afraid that he had been
seriously hurt.
	Darryl gently picked him up and carried him inside.  Racing ahead, I
told him to bring Nicky up to my bed-room, and asked Gladys if she would
come and examine him.  As Darryl placed him on my bed, after I had
snatched back the covers, I noticed that there was quite a bit of blood
and a bad rip in his shirt (it looked like something metal had sliced
right through his shirt and into his back) just above the belt line on
the left hand side.  I told Gladys the story of what happened while she
gently lifted his shirt and probed around the wound.  She then advised
me that it really needed the attention of a hospital.  She didn't think
that there was anything serious, but she was worried about the
possibility of a cracked rib or two and she thought that they should be
x-rayed and since the wound was fairly deep, it should receive at least
a couple of stitches.
	I then told everyone to let's go.  Gladys stopped me.  She stated that
no hospital is going to do anything to a child without the express
permission of a parent or guardian.  Not even x-rays.  Nicky started to
cry when we asked him how we could get in touch with his mother.  "Do
you really have to get in touch with her?" he asked.  "She can't really
afford to take time off from work."
	Gladys sat down on the bed beside him and gently told him that it was
very important that he see a doctor.  "I don't think there is anything
serious, but I would rather be sure."  After telling her where his
mother worked and how to get hold of her, Gladys went out to phone her
and tell her to meet us at the hospital.
	"It's going to be all right, Nicky," I said as I sat down on his other
side and took his hand in mine.  He looked at me with this lost look in
his eyes.
	"I am sorry to be such a bother," he said softly.
	I told him that he was not any bother at all.  "What else are friends
for," I said.
	He started to cry.  "I've never had anyone call me a friend before," he
said through his sobs.
	He now had me crying.  I swear I could hear all his loneliness in his
voice.  I think I even saw a tear in Darryls eye.
	Gladys came back in and told us that she had been in touch with Nicky's
mother and had also called the local hospital to inform them of our
immenent arrival.  Darryl again gently lifted him into his strong arms
and carried him down to the car.  He placed Nicky in the center of the
back seat while Gladys told Edith where we were going.  I got in the
back beside Nicky and took his head on my lap and started to gently
stroke his hair.  Gladys got in on the other side of him.
	It was not too long after that we pulled into the Emergency Room area
of the hospital.  I think Darryl broke every speed law there was.
Gladys had been right - neither the doctors nor the nurses would touch
him until they had a release form signed by his parents or guardian.
	Shortly thereafter, a small, mousey woman came rushing into the ER who
turned out to be his mother.  She didn't look very well herself.
Luckily the Emergency Room was not busy and as soon as she had signed
the necessary forms Nicky was in the back receiving medical care.
	Looking scared and exhausted, Nickys' mother collapsed into a chair.
Gladys went over to her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder and
began to softly talk to her.  With her elbows on her knees, her hands
were covering her face.  I could see her shoulders shaking.  I knew she
was crying.
	Not wanting to stand there looking stupid (at least anymore than I
already did) I went out to the lobby and taking my credit card out of my
wallet, I told the receptionist to charge all expenses to my card.  At
first she did not want to accept it.  Mainly I guess because I was so
young.  I was starting to get angry.  I was almost ready to start
yelling at her, when Darryl was at my side and placed his hand on my
shoulder.  He asked her if she knew Mr. Prescott the lawyer, and when
she said that she had heard of him, he told her to call him and that he
would verify that the card was good and so was my signature.
	"Thanks, Darryl," I said.
	He smiled down at me and said, "Boy, are we going to have to work on
that lightning fast temper of yours."
	"Yeah," I said smiling back at him and blushing.  "It does seem to get
me into trouble every so often."
	Just then Gladys came out and told us the Nicky had just gone down to
X-Ray.  I asked her if his mother was going to be alright.  She got this
weird scrunched up look on her face and then told us that, when his
mother had left her place of employment as a secretary to come here to
the hospital she had been fired for taking too much time off.  It seems
she had been home sick herself for quite some time, and her employer had
told her when she came back to work that he would not stand for anymore
absenses.  Now she didn't know what she was going to do, since that
meant that she would lose their apartment even though it was a cheap run
down place.
	"Damn!" I practically screamed.  My fist came down hard on my thigh.
"I am just soooooo frustrated!" I exclaimed.  I really wanted to throw
something, ----anything.  Darryl picked me up and gently gave me a big
hug.  "Don't take it so hard little buddy, we will think of something."
	At that moment Mr. Prescott came through the doors.  Darryl put me down
and Mr. Prescott said looking at me, "So you are ok?"  A look of concern
on his face.
	"Sure, Mr. Prescott," I said.   "Why shouldn't I be?"
	"Well," he said,  "When I got the call from the hospital about your
credit card, I started to worry that something had happened to you.  I
am very glad that you are not hurt."
	"Thank you," I said, "but it is Nicky that is hurt.  You know, the kid
on the back seat of the limo.  He had a pretty deep gash in his back and
he is in X-Ray right now.  I would also like to thank you for verifying
to people that it is legal for me to have these checks and credit cards,
I just really hate to think of all the phone calls that you are going to
be bothered with until people around here get to know about me."
	"That reminds me," Mr. Prescott said, and taking a letter out of his
briefcase and handing it to me, " I had my secretary type this up before
I left the office.  I think that it will be of use to you."  It was a
letter under his letter-head notifying anyone concerned that it was ok
for them to accept either one of my credit cards or checks, and his
signature had been notorized.  "That should save you time in the
future.  And please call me Hiram.  After what I've seen and heard this
morning, I think that we are going to be friends."
	"So," Hiram said, "why all the long faces when I came in here just
now?"
	I then explained to him what Nicky's mother had told Gladys about their
situation.   Then the thought hit me like a bombshell.  But would she go
for it once I told her that I was gay - would she think that I was just
making a play for Nicky.  "Hey guys," I said.  "Could we go somewhere
and have a cup of coffee or something, I really need to talk something
over with you?  I need to get some advice."
	Hiram then spoke up, "Well, since you are ok, I guess I had better be
going.  I hope Nicky is better soon and out of here."
	"Please don't go Hiram;  um.... that is if you have a little time to
spare.  I was really including you when I said that I needed advice."
Gladys, Darryl and Hiram looked at each other and then looked back at
me.  They looked a little startled.  "Well," I said, "it seems to me
that you three have become, how should I put it, um... somewhat of an
official family for me, and I really do need some advice.  I think I
have an idea, but I want to talk it over with you all before I do
anything."
	Again the three of them looked at each other.  Gladys and Darryl nodded
their heads at Hiram and I guess he became their spokeman.  "I have the
time to spare right now, I will just need to call my secretary and let
her know I am still here.  It really doesn't make any difference since
she can get me on my cell-phone if she really needs me for anything, but
I like to let her know where I am, just in case.  As to a cup of coffee,
we can go down to the hospitals' cafeteria and get some there.  Would
that be all right with you people?"  I made a mental note, spurred on by
what Hiram had said, to get cell-phones for everyone who worked for me,
that way we could all stay in touch.
	We all followed him down a hallway and then down some stairs and found
ourselves in the cafeteria.  As we were passing through the line and the
other three got their coffees, Gladys piped up and told me that I really
should get myself milk instead of coffee.
	"Yes mother," I answered, with a smile on my face.
	We all burst out laughing.  I think everybody else in the place thought
we were crazy.
	We sat at a table and they were all looking at me.  Nobody said
anything for a few seconds, and then all three of them spoke up at once,
asking "so what is this idea of yours."  Again we all cracked up.  This
was beginning to feel more like a family to me as the minutes passed.
	"Hiram," I started out, "I like you and I think that you like me?"  He
nodded his head.  "Well, I would like to hire you for my personal
lawyer.  I mean completely separate from the ones who did my parents
wills and got my guardianship with my Uncle squared away.  I mean MY OWN
personal lawyer.  Someone I know and feel I can trust."
	Hiram looked at me and then at Darryl and Gladys.  They just sat there
looking at him.  He turned back to me and asked me if I had a dollar
bill on me.  I reached in my pocket and pulled out a dollar and handed
it to him.  He then told me that he was now on retainer as my personal
lawyer and that anything that was said to him was covered by the
attorney/client priviledge.  He then asked me to tell him a little about
myself.  So I told him about being in "Grandview" and about my parents
dying and Uncle Mike and what he had done for me.  And I told him about
being gay.  It did not seem to phaze him in the slightest.
	He then asked me if I would tell him how much I had inherited and when
I told him he softly whistled through his teeth.  He looked thoughtful
for a minute.  "I want you to know right off the bat," he said, "that I
will bill you for my time the exact same amount that I bill all of my
clients, unless they don't have any money, and then I do it for free.
That is $120 an hour.  If later on you get into complicated financial
deals we will discuss fees at that time. Ok?"
	I thought that this was very fair, especially since I knew that the
lawyers who had handled the probate and other affairs for us had charged
$500 an hour.  I said sure, that was fine with me.
	"So what is this idea you have kiddo." he said smiling at me.
	"Well, when you mentioned your secretary I remembered that Gladys had
said that Nickys mother had been a secretary.  Don't laugh at me you
guys, but since I have all this money, and I don't want to just party
around and spend it on stupid things, I would like to set up some groups
to help other gay teens.  Gay kids, who unlike me don't have a large
fortune to fall back on when things get tough.  I have read the
newspapers and seen the TV news and I know there are kids who get beaten
up and or get kicked out of the homes because they are gay.  I know they
wind up on street corners selling their bodies for money.  If that is
really what they want to do, fine, but nobody should have to make the
choice between winding up in the back seat of a car or starving.  And I
really want to do something to help them."  	During all of this, the
three of them just sat there looking at me.  "Well, if I am going to do
this, and get in touch with gay groups already out there and actually
work this thing I want to start, then I really think that I am going to
need a personal secretary," I said.  "I thought I would ask Nickys'
mother if she would like to have the job, at least until they are on
their feet again."
	"Getting a private secretary seems like a good idea to me." Hiram
said.  "I can tell you that once anyone hears about you setting up a
foundation - which is what they call it Paul - you are going to be
absolutely swamped with letters and phone calls begging for your money."
	The others nodded in agreement.
	"So what do you need our advice for, except for the legal advice that
you will need to set this foundation up, I can't see any problem about
asking Nickys' mother if she would like to have the job."
	"Well, she would have to learn that I am gay, and I am afraid that then
all she will think is, I am doing this, trying to get close to her just
so that I can get something on with Nicky.  And that is not what I
want.  Nicky got hurt, and it just so happened that I was there and was
able to help him.  I like Nicky, but until now I had not even thought
about us doing "stuff."  I have no idea if he is gay or not, and I don't
care. I just like him, and I would like to be his friend.  I am just
afraid that she will think that I have interior motives."
	"That's ulterior motives, Paul."  Hiram said with a smile, "but I know
what you mean.  You probably have a point about how she would feel about
it, but I think I know of a way that we can help her.  I have a friend
who is looking for a good secretary and I am sure that he would be
willing to give her a try.  You could still work towards a frienship
with Nicky and if your being gay comes up later, then we can deal with
it then.  Why don't we go up and talk to her and see how Nicky is?"
	So we all traipsed back to the ER.  It turns out that Nicky had a
couple of cracked ribs but that they would like to keep him at least
overnight just to make sure that there were no complications.  Hiram
talked to Nicky's mother about the job and we found out that she was
worried about the hospital bill.  That was one thing that we could
assure her that she would never have to worry about.  Hiram even talked
about getting "old man suck-it" to pay for everything.  He told me that
he thought that he would enjoy squeezing the money out of him,
especially since the actions of his son had caused her to lose her job.
	We made arrangements for her to stay in the room next to Nicky for the
night and Darryl, Gladys and I, after seeing Nicky to his room, took our
leave and returned to the estate.
	The next morning Darryl drove me to the hospital and we saw Nicky.  He
looked a lot better than he had when last we saw him.  Hiram, it seems
in the meantime, had been very busy.  Suck-it was so afraid of the
scandal and the possibility of a law suit, and criminal charges being
bought against his fat slob of a son, that he told Hiram that he was
willing to pay for all expenses of the hospital, would pay expenses
because his mother had lost her job, and would pay for three months rent
in a new apartment.  From what I learned from Hiram, Nicky and his
mother had not been living in a nice part of town because his mother had
not been able to afford anything better after being very, very sick
herself.  Nicky's father had dumped them about two years ago, and she
had got the first job that she could for some asshole furniture
manufacturer who paid his employees the least amount that he could.
Hiram was just so happy that he could stick "old man suck-it" (he even
loved calling him that)like that - he had this huge grin on his face.
	I got Sarahs' (Nickys' mother) permission to visit Nicky later in the
day once they had him home and situated.  The doctors had had to put
several stitches in his back to close the wound and taped his ribs up,
so he was going to be laid up for a few days, but at least I could visit
him.
	Darryl and I said our goodbyes for now and that we would see them
later. Sarah even gave me a kiss on the cheek and too my surprise so did
Nicky.  I was so very happy that I could help them.

	Yesterday while I had been stalking the ER and the hospital hallways I
had noticed a public tennis court across the street.  I really needed to
work off some tension and wanted some exercise.  I talked Darryl into
taking me to a sporting goods shop so that I could get some tennis
equipment.  I got enough for both of us and challenged him to a game.
He was not enthusiastic about the idea but said he would anyway.
	We picked up some sodas and some snacks along the way and made our way
back to the courts.  There was only one other boy ahead of us.  He was
by himself hitting balls against the back fence.  Darryl and I made an
attempt at some kind of game, but even though Darryl was fast on his
feet and had the stamina, I could tell that he had never had a tennis
racquet in his hand before.
	The kid had stopped what he was doing and was staring at Darryl and I.
Mainly at Darryl.  He snickered at some of the moves that Darryl made.
Darryl gave him a dirty look and growled.
	Finally after about 15 minutes of playing he stopped and yelled to the
other kid that if he was so good why didn't he play me.  He had better
things that he had to do.
	The kid came over and introduced himself as Trevor.  Darryl stomped off
to the car grumbling something about that he needed to take the car for
a wash.
	"Is he really mad?" Trevor asked.
	"No," I told him, "he just needs to show everyone how big and bad he
is.  He is actually a pussy-cat."
	"He is a friend of yours, isn't he?"
	"Yeah, but he is also my driver.  He has just never played tennis
before and really didn't want to," I explained.
	It turns out that Trevor was six months older than I.  Had lived in
this town all his life.  He was an inch taller than me, had black curly
hair and green eyes.  He was definitely very, very sexy.
	We played for about 45 minutes (it was more just hitting the ball back
and forth than a real tennis game) and then sat down for sodas and some
snacks.  We talked about this and that - you know things like; what was
going on around town, where he went to school and such things.  I told
him that I was going to have a tutor and have home-schooling since I had
missed so much school work.  I played down why I had missed so much
school work and he didn't press for more information.
	We played for another hour.  Several other couples had finally shown up
and were playing on the other courts.  In fact there was a couple
waiting to use our court as soon as we quit.  When Darryl showed back
up, I asked Trevor if he would like to come swimming with me.
	Trevor gave us directions to his house so that he could pick up his
swim suit and a towel.  He never really noticed where we were going,
since he and I were talking about video games. But as soon as Darryl
slowed the car down and pushed the control button to open the front
gates, his eyes opened wide.
	"Whoa," Trevor said and whistled.  "This is where you live.  I thought
that this place was still empty.  Do you have a big swimming pool?  I
hope your parents aren't going to mind me coming here without any
notice."
	"I, er.... I lost my parents in an airplane accident several months
ago," I said,  "I bought this place just a few weeks ago."
	"You bought this place?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I said. "They left me quite a bit of money and I wanted a nice
place to live, and since my guardian wanted to stay in Boston, he said
that I could choose my own place, and this is what I wound up with."
	"Too kewl, man," Trevor stated.  "You don't live here alone do you?"
	"No," I told him, "there is also Darryl there, my driver/bodyguard;
Raymond my tutor; Gladys my housekeeper and Edith our cook.  And by the
way, there is not only the swimming pool, I also have a lake that I like
to swim in.  Actually if you have no objection I would rather use the
lake, I think it's a lot nicer."
	"That's ok by me," Trevor said.
	"It has a large oak tree on the bank and a rope hanging out over the
water that we can swing out into the lake on."
	"Far out."
	By this time we had pulled around to the back of the house and over to
the garage.  I thanked Darryl, who smiled and nodded to me and while
Trevor was looking around in awe, gave a sideways glance at Trevor, as
though asking me if we were going to do "it".  I shrugged my shoulders
indicating that I didn't know.
	"Come on Trevor, we still have a ways to go before we can get wet," and
I stepped over to the ATV's.  I took one and gave Trevor the keys to the
other.
	"You mean we are going to ride these out there?" Trevor asked, his eyes
full of excitement.  "How big is this place that we need to ride out
there?"
	"Well," I answered his questions in order, "It's about a fifteen or
twenty minute walk and I don't want to waste any time.  And to answer
your second question the entire place is about 500 acres.  Now just be
careful, I don't want you getting hurt on your first visit here."  I
laughed.
	We started the ATV's and starting off slowly, we made our way along the
trail into the woods.  A few minutes later we arrived.  Trevor stared in
awe.  His mouth hung open but not a word would come out.  The small
beach right in front of us, about 100 feet long ; the large oak tree off
to the left, sitting on its own small hill, which, with fifty feet of
rope dangling out over the lake, you were able with a little bit of a
run to swing yourself a good distance into the lake.  Off to the left
also at the far end of the lake was the fifteen foot water-fall; and
slap dab in the middle of the lake was a small island.
	I started undressing.  I was going to take a chance and go
skinny-dipping.  I really hoped that Trevor would follow my example.  He
was still gawking out at the lake as I pulled my briefs off.  I ran
forward until I was knee deep in water and turned back towards him.
Trevor finally took a look at me.
	"Aren't you going to wear anything?" he asked.  He did not seem sure of
what he wanted to do.
	"Sure," I said, "I have a suit there right next to the tree but I
really feel like swimming naked.  I really like doing it this way."
	"But what if someone comes?" he asked.  "I have never gone swimmming
naked before, and I don't think that I would like anyone catching us."
	"Well, I will come out and put a suit on if you insist.  I don't want
to embarass you, but I can guarantee that absolutely no-one is going to
come out here."
	I came back out of the water.  I noticed that Trevor looked me up and
down, especially the area that most boys don't see on another.  I went
over to the tree to fetch my swim suit.  I was a little disappointed but
I didn't want to push things too far and too fast.  I picked up my suit
and started to put it on when Trevor cleared his throat behind me.  I
turned and looked at him.
	"Um ... I really would like to try skinny-dipping," he said.  I could
tell that he was nervous, but also excited at the idea of doing it.
"Are you sure that nobody will come out here and find us.  I really
don't mind getting naked with you but I am a little nervous."
	"I promise you that not a single person will come out here, they are
all at the house doing other things, and won't disturb us."
	I grabbed the rope and walking back about five feet ran forward and
swung out over the lake.  At its highest point I let go and plunged into
the water.  It was cool but not cold.  It felt great.  As I swam back to
the beach Trevor was just pulling down and stepping out of his boxers.
This kid was gorgeous.  He had a little more than me in the cock
department; a little thicker and maybe a half inch or so longer.  He was
uncut like me.  Yahoo!  Mine was three inches and his had to be four
inches at the most.  He had a real nice patch of black curly hair
sitting at its base.  Oh, how I wanted to get my hands on him, but I
told myself to take it slow and not to push too hard.  I didn't want to
scare him off.
	For thirty minutes or so, we took turns swinging and plunging into the
lake.  It was really hard for me not to stare at Trevors' body.  The
water cascading off his body had my dick hard on several occasions, and
I had to try strenuously to keep him from seeing me in that condition.
Plunging into the cool water helped, but I became hard and then soft so
often that my balls were beginning to ache.
	Then, as I once again cannon-balled into the lake and was about to swim
for shore, Trevor came up behind me and pushed me under.  As my body
slid past his, I could feel that he had a partial erection.  I would
have bet that if it was not for the cool water, he would have been hard
as a rock.  I know I instantly was, despite the water.  I just had to
take the chance.  If I lost his burgeoning friendship I would be very,
very sad, but if I didn't take that chance I would never know and that
would make me very sad also, aside from making me very horny.  I wanted
to feel that exciting peice of him at least in my hand, and hopefully in
my mouth and take what I felt would be his sweet juice in my mouth.
	I could tell that his breathing was heavier.  Whether it was just from
exercise or from sexual arousal, I could not tell.  "Why dont we swim
out to the island?" I suggested.  We can catch our breaths and catch
some rays at the same time."
	He looked me straight in the eyes for a few seconds.  I couldn't
understand the thoughts behind those beautiful green eyes.
	He blushed a little bit, and finally said "Sure, let's go."
	We swam side by side.  I could feel his body sliding beside me at
times.  Oh, how I wanted to feel his whole body against mine.  The
island had deliberately, at some time in the past, been seeded with
grass, and was about 50 feet across.  On three sides around the grassy
area, bushes had been planted, making it hard to see into from the other
shore.  The fourth side had a large slab sided rock which made it
impossible to be seen from the beach.  Laying in the grass or seated
against the rock it was virtually impossible to be seen by anyone not
actually on the island itself.  The only view would have been from a
helicopter.
	Once we were on the island, I pulled out from one end of the rock, a
blanket,  some towels, and a bottle of sun tan lotion, that I had
secreted there on a previous visit.  I flattened out the blanket in
front of the rock and sat down.
Trevor lay down on his stomach.  Just as he lowered himself I caught a
glance at his dick, and he was solid.  I really hoped that it meant what
I thought it did.
	"Would you like some lotion on your back?" I asked.  "I would hate to
see you get sun-burned."
	"I would love it," he replied.
	Oh God, I was in heaven.  I was going to touch his body.  I was
actually trembling with excitement.  I knelt beside him and squeezed
some lotion into the palm of my hand.  His head was turned toward me and
I know that he must have seen my erection.  I had never been so hard.  I
rubbed the lotion on my hands to warm it up a little.  I didn't want to
startle him with coldness.  I rubbed the lotion onto his shoulders, and,
added more as I needed it moving slowly down his back towards the lovely
globes of his butt.  When I reached the demarkation line of where his
shorts or swim suit usually covered this glorious expanse of silky
skin.  I stopped and took hold of his nearest arm.  I rubbed lotion from
his armpit to his hand.  When I put his arm down for a second to take
another glob of lotion his hand came to rest on my hardness.
	Trying very hard to make it seem as if it was an accident, his fist
clamped softly around my cock.  I could feel the gentle squeezes.  I
couldn't take much more of this, I was ready to explode.  I quickly
moved to his other arm and then moved to his legs.  Working from his
feet up (taking especial care with his toes) I worked towards those
beautiful buns.  Once I reached his ass, I took a little more time,
working the lotion into them.  By this time, Trevor was moaning softly.
I knew that he was as excited as I was.
	I turned him over.  He did not resist me.  He had his eyes closed and a
big smile on his lips.  I have to admit that I did not take as much time
with his front as I had done with his back - except as I applied the
lotion to his nipples.  I took them between my thumb and forefingers and
tweeked them gently.  I don't think Trevor had ever had that done to him
before.  His moaning grew louder.  By the time I had worked my way down
to his flat belly, and up from his toes to his pubic area, his foreskin
was pulled back behind the ridge and his enflamed head was leaking
pre-cum by the car load.  I wiped my hands on one of the towels and
gently took his beautiful 5 inches into my hand.  He raised no
objections and I slowly manipulated his foreskin up and down.  He
groaned and moaned in exstasy.  His eyes were open at this point and his
lips were pulled back a little in a grimace - but it was definitely not
a grimace of pain.
	I just had to take the chance.  I had to taste this gorgeous creature.
I bought my head down towards the head that was mesmerizing me.  Taking
a side glance I noticed that his eyes were opened extra wide.  Partly, I
believe, in apprehension and partly in desire.  Again turning to look at
his erection, I bought my mouth close, and, a second after licking my
lips I ran my tounge over the glans.  Opening my mouth further, I took
the entire head into my mouth, running my tounge through the slit and
around the ridge.  His body arched with a spasm.  His cock found its way
full length into my mouth.  His groaning became more pronounced.  I
loved how it throbbed inside me.  I knew he was close to exploding and I
was determined to give him the best that I had.
	"Uuuuuggggh .... Uuuuuugggggh .... Uuuuuuggggh ...." he grunted.  My
tongue lashed across his head and the first spasm of his cock told me
that he was split seconds from unloading inside my mouth.  I had been
right.  His juice was so sweet, with a slight salty taste.  Five spurts
found their way down my throat.  Although I knew that it would be some
time before he could cum again, I just knew that I had to have more of
this boys' fantastic tasting essence.
	He collapsed back onto the blanket exhausted.  I was so happy.  After
several months of nothing but my fist around my own cock, here I had
just tasted of an awesome looking dude who had fulfilled one of my
strongest fantasies.
	I pushed myself down and layed beside him.  He told me that it had been
fabulous and that he wanted to do something for me.  I told him that it
was not necessary, and began to jack myself off, with thoughts of his
beautiful cock back in my mouth.  I closed my eyes as my hand slowly
pulled my foreskin back and forth, gradually gaining strength and speed.
	I could feel him turn on to his side, and he said softly, "I can at
least do that for you," and his hand replaced mine.  God, it had been
sooooo long since someone else had touched me there, I was ready to cum
in less than a minute.  Gripping me hard but gently, (if that makes
sense to anyone but me), I blew my load all over the place.  The first
shot landed above my head; the next two on my face - forehead and chin;
the next on my chest - right on one of my nipples; the next two on my
stomach; and then the rest just dribbled down my really sensitive cock.
This made the last five manipulations of his hand on my cock very slick
and sensuous, I really believe it would have been possible to do it
again immediately.
	"Was that alright for you?" Trevor asked.
	Catching my breath, I said, "that was tremendous."
	I opened my eyes and saw him staring at the cum laying splattered
across my body.  Tentatively, he reached out a finger and scooped the
gob of cum from my nipple.  They tingled with pleasure and erected into
what looked like tiny mountains on my chest.  He looked at me shyly and
blushed.  As I watched, he bought his finger up to his lips and stuck
out his tongue and smeared some on it.  Other than an "Uuummm," he did
not say a word but then stuck his whole finger into his mouth.  He
swished whatever he had there around.  He then leaned closer and
catching me by surprise licked the rest of it off my body and swallowed
it.
	I then reached up around his neck and pulled his chest towards me.  I
took another chance and kissed him on the lips.  He pulled away quickly
with a look of astonishment on his face.  Slowly but surely a smile lit
up his face.  His head came down again and he kissed me back.  A long
passionate kiss.  I probed gently with my tongue and as he parted his
lips, my tongue was in his mouth.  I not only could taste myself inside
my mouth but as he put his tongue between my lips I knew that he could
taste himself for what was probably the first time.  He pulled back a
little.  There was a huge grin on his face.  His face came forward once
again and the next five or ten minutes were spent in swapping spit.
	Our bodies explosive relaxation caught up with us, and with me
snuggling into his neck and wrapping my arms around him, he kissed me on
the neck just below my ear and we both fell into a wonderfully relaxed
sleep.

End of part 3.