Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2000 13:10:52 EDT
From: Lyndhurst Rutherford <lyndie_73@hotmail.com>
Subject: TAD'S STORY CH.9

	Hello, my name is Lyndhurst Rutherford, or Lyndie for short.  The
following story is purely fictional. This is a concerns friendship,love,
and sex between boys.
	If you are offended by my work, please don't read it.
If this story is illegal because of your age or locality, don't read it.
	This, dear reader, represents my first attempt at writing short
stories. If you do choose to read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all
serious observations and critiques from you.

	At this time, I wish to thank Gary and all those responsible for
the AWW, for their continued support and kindness in publishing my story
thus far.

Please feel free to e-mail me at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com.

Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved.

------------ Tad Story..by Lyndhurst Rutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com


Chapter 9

	As it worked out, convincing Father and Mother of our plans to take
a camp out holiday, did not go as badly as I anticipated.

	Don't get the impression that they immediatly agreed, it was quite
the contrary. Both were strictly concerned with Tad's welfare, should he be
seen. After all, his life was still in danger.

	With the help of my two friends, Michael and Brandon, who remained
with Tad and myself until Father arrived home from work, we approched them
with our plan. Well, to be precise, it was only Michael and I.

	You see in order to explain to them, the need for this trip, we
first had to alert them to the severity of Tad's fragile state of mind. So
naturally it was necessary to have Tad busy elsewhere, so as not to
embarrass him.

	Brandon kept Tad busy out in the garage collecting the various
pieces of camping equipment, tents, lanterns, sleeping bags, etc., that we
required for our trip, while Michael and I, in Father's study, had laid out
the entire plan on getting Tad into the woods with out being seen.

	Mother and Father sat quietly, well..Father was quite at any rate,
listening to our proposal. Father lovingly puffed that ever present cigar
of his, listening as if we were two of his business associates.

	Mother, on the other hand, had to repeatedly restrain herself until
we were done speaking. After we were finished, they sat looking at each
other for a moment digesting all we had said to them before Father spoke to
me.

	"Sam, may I speak freely with Michael in the room?"

	"Wh..Why of course Father, I have no secrets with my friends. They
know of the entire situation".

	"Yes, quite. Ahem...Well it sounds to me as if you all have come up
with quite a plan, indeed. But I must remind you of what might happen,
should you be found out".

	"Remind him, indeed!!", screeched Mother, her fear becoming most
apparent.  "Why, I must say. This is downright foolish to say the
least. Charles! Say something!".

	"Very well dear. Do be quiet and let Sam have his say".

	"Excuse me??? Charles, I....."

	"QUIET WOMAN ! THIS INSTANT!"

	This was absolutely priceless. I've never seen Father shut Mother
up quite like that before.

	"Father, Mother, I've got to take the risk, for his sake. No, not
for his sake, for our sake, the both of us. If I don't get him out of here
and get his mind off his trouble, I shall lose him. I just can't bear that
thought.  Mother, you've seen his depression. All he thinks about are his
problems and his revenge. I've got to get him out and get his mind focused
elsewhere.  It's a good plan. I know it will work".

	"Mr. Hedge, Sir, Mrs. Hedge, ma'am, We'll all be there to watch
after him right proper, believe me", added Michael.

	Father looked at Michael and I for the longest time, puffing on
that cigar and seeming to look right into our souls, before saying,
	"All right then gentlemen, you have my approval".

	"WELL, I NEVER!", said Mother as she rose from her chair and
started to leave. I ran after her and stopped her.

	"Mother, please trust me", I pleaded as I looked into her eyes.

	Mother stopped and looked me right back in the eyes. But this time
I could see that her eyes betrayed her. She wasn't angry. Not really. She
was more frightened than anything else.

	"Samuel, you..you are my only son. Can I help myself if I fear for
the safty of my son? I also fear for the safety of that little dickens that
you love, just as if he were also my son. It's so hard for a Mother to
untie the apron strings that hold her children near, and I,...I, Oh
dear....."

	I could see Mother starting to cry slightly and started to hate
myself for having done that to this wonderful woman.

	"Mother, I know you love us both, but please trust me".

	Mother smiled back at me through her teary eyes.

	"My Sam...I guess your aren't a baby any longer", she said as she
shook her head and patted my cheek. And..seeing as you are absolutely
determined, I guess I'll have to learn to trust you, won't I?  Well, then,
if you gentlemen will excuse me".

	With that, Mother left the study and I was left feeling awful for
having upset her.

	"Don't worry Sam", said Father,"She'll get over it", he said,
waving his hand at the door.
	"Oh yes, Sam, I spoke with Commander Longley this afternoon. It
seems that they are ready to close the doors on this blighter at any
moment".

	I could scarcely beleive what I was hearing, as the joy crept into
me at the thought of there finally being a light at the end of this gloomy
tunnel.

	"Father, what of the kidnapped agent they were attempting to
rescue?"

	"Ah, yes, the agent. Well my boy, they rescued him this morning
from the opium processing plant that Witherspoon had going in India. As I
hear, it went quite well indeed. They didn't lose a single man, but killed
all of the gang that held the agent prisoner and forced him, for years, to
work at that so called factory, if you will".

	"Then....., why,...this is wonderful news Father! It's all over!",
I shouted with glee.

	In my childish haste I had taken the news as though it were all
said and done. But as I looked at my father, I couldn't figure out why he
didn't share my joy. Neither did Michael, as I noticed that the both of
them had pensive looks on their faces.

	"Wha...,what is it Father? It is all over, isn't it?"

	"No Sam, not quite yet. You see, Witherspoon hasn't heard of his
factory's demise yet. When he does, he'll be on the run and liable to do
almost anything to cover his own dirty little tracks. They do have him
under survailance, mind you, but if he elude's them, there's no telling
what may happen".

	"Father, in that event, you don't think that he'd be stupid enough
to come back here, do you??"

	"I don't quite know Sam. That's why you must use the utmost
caution".

	"I understand Father, really I do. But I won't let that bastard rob
any more of the life out of him, and make him feel any more like the
prisoner he already feels like. If need be, I'll kill the bastard myself
with my own bare hands".

	At that statement, my father looked at me as though he didn't know
me, not really believing that I could make such a statement. I couldn't
believe it either. What I mean to say is that I had heard the words come
out of my mouth, but I couldn't believe I had uttered them. I've always
been a peaceful person. But then again, I've never been in love before, and
never have I known real anger before I had met Witherspoon. But I also knew
that I would, without a doubt, protect the boy I loved and if it meant I
should kill the bastard....I would.

	"You won't be alone, gov. Brandy and me, we've got hands too!",
announced Michael as he put his arm across my shoulder and gave me one of
his beautiful smiles. I put my arms around him and hugged him. Not as a
lover mind you, but as a blood brother, a true friend.

	For the first time, I realized what true friends they were. It felt
good not to have to go through this alone, that I would have a friend
watching my back. I guess that silly old rhyme was right after all, "Birds
of a feather, stick together", or some such drivel.

	Father had finished his cigar by then and we all came out of the
study laughing and joking.

	As Father was headed to join Mother, I wondered how Brandon and Tad
were doing in the garage.

	"Father, we're gong out to the garage to help them finish getting
all the gear squared away", as Michael and I ran out the door with Father
yelling to be quick, that dinner was going to be ready soon.

	Michael and I walked out to the garage while making a plan to meet
here at dawn the next morning. We figured that the earlier we got going,
the less of a chance that anyone would see us.

	As we got close to the garage, we could see through the open door
that our two boyfriends had gotten everything squared away quite
nicely. All the gear lay tied into two convienient packs.

	Michael and I stopped at the same time and just looked on as our
two loves, unaware of our presence, tied the remainder of the gear as they
laughed and joked together like two old friends.

	"Hey Mickey, looks as if those two are becoming good friends, eh?"

	"Yeah gov. Good thing I'm not a jealous lot like Brandy, huh? Your
Tads' a sweet little one, he is. It's easy for me to see why you fell for
him in the first place".

	"Excuse me, but there's more to Tad than his looks my friend. His
heart is as sweet as his face. But, oh lord can he kiss".

	"Well, not as good as my Brady, I'll wager gov".

	"Don't you get the notion that you're going to find out either, my
dear Michael. If there's one person more jealous than your Brandy, it's
me".

	We both burst out laughing. There we were comparing notes as if
they were prized possesions.

	Come to think of it, they were.

	I just looked at my sweet Tad, laughing and talking, his golden
locks framing a sweet face covered in dust from the equipment that sat on
the garage shelves.

	The laughter in his voice was pure music to my ears. Gone was the
grey look of his bitter rage, replaced by the smile of happiness that made
his beautiful face shine like a million suns. That was the face that I
loved. I was certain, by the way he was obviously enjoying himself, that I
had done the right thing. The funny thing was that, not only did I feel
like his friend and lover, but I also felt like his guardian as well.

	In the next moment, they both saw Michael and me and came running
like two excited little children. Tad bounded over to me with all the grace
of a baby elephant, flinging his arms around me and knocking us both to the
ground.

	I wanted to repremand him for knocking me flat on my duff, but it
was too late. His sweet, warm lips were apon me even before we hit the
ground. As his arms held me tightly to his strong body and our tongues
traded their sweet juices, I almost forgot that, for heavens sake, we were
doing this in the drive just in front of the open garage door!

	"Tad..."

	"Mmmm.....(kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss,)"

	"Tad dear, stop, please, we're on the ground in front of the
world".

	"So....(kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss,)"

	"So, you twit, we've still got company".

	"Mmmm.....(kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss,)I just missed you so much
Sam. You just wait till I get you alone tonight, Samuel Hedge", he
whispered breathlessly into my ear.

	"I can't wait to make love to my boyfriend in a tent in the woods".

	And as he said those words, once more I saw the fire and smoke of
passion light his eyes once again as he ground his hard penis into mine,
and he kissed me hard and deep one last time before he reluctantly let me
up. I almost pulled him back down apon me. Damn why didn't the rest of the
bloody world disappear for a while?

	As Tad and I got up, both of us now covered in dirt and dust, it
was apparent that we weren't the only ones putting on a show, as Brandon
had Michael on the ground as well, covering him in kisses. This time it was
Tad that had a little fun.

	"Will you look here, Sam. These two are at it again. Gentlemen,
shall we come back later? Hmmmmm..????"

	Brandon stopped and laying his head on Michaels chest, stared
annoyingly at Tad and me while Michael laughed.

	"We were just about to leave anyway, come Michael".

	"Yeah Gov, We'll see you bright and early then, eh?"

	We said our good byes and Tad and I watched Michael and Brandon
walk down the road and out of sight. As we stood in the drive, the setting
sun casting it's warm and familiar red hue, Tad and I held hands and stared
into each others eyes for a moment.

	"Sam,...I'm so sorry. Really I am. I won't ignore you again,
ever. I'm just so sorry. I never want to lose you. I love you".

	I looked down into those sweet beckoning eyes and watched as a
single tear fell out of one and dribbled down a dust caked cheek. I picked
his chin up with my one finger, brought my lips to his and kissed him.

	The remainder of the evening went rather quickly, with Tad and I
dominating the dinner conversation with holiday plans. It was also the
first time in a week I had seen Tad eat with his usual gusto, packing away
enough food for an army and receiving Annabelle's undying devotion.

	"Oh my word, master Thomas, it does an old womans heart good to
know that someone enjoys her cooking so. But if your not careful, you won't
be able to fit in the tent!", she said as we all laughed and Tad blushed.

	"Oh, master Samuel, don't forget to stop in the kitchen on your way
out in the morning, as I've packed you boys enough food for a week."

	"You're a peach Annabelle. What in the world would I ever do
without you?"

	"I shudder to think!", as she sashayed away, smiling and humming
happily to herself.

	After dinner, we excused ourselves and went to my room and packed
our camping clothes, boots, and such.

	When we'd finished, I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and
took care of some rather urgent business. We'd better get to sleep early
tonight if we were to be ready at dawn, I thought.

	As I finished in the bathroom, I came back to a pitch black
room. What in heavans name was going on? Why were all the lights off? Don't
tell me Tad had already gone to sleep?

	"Tad?....Tad, you asleep already?"

	No reply.

	As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that the blankets
and pillows were gone from my bed and the door to the balcony was open.

	Ohhh..so that's it! I had sleep on my mind, but Tad had something
else on his, I thought, as a smile worked it's way to my lips.

	Slowly I made my way through the darkness to the open balcony door
as my body began to anticipate the sweet delights that lay on the other
side.  To say I was excited was like saying that the Titanic was a row
boat. My boyhood was so hard that it not only tented my boxers, but
actually poked it's way through the fly hole.

	It was beastly hot that night, but I recall the cool of the balcony
stones once again beneath my bare feet as I came out onto the balcony.

	It looked as if this balcony was going to be one of our special
places as I gazed at the beautiful sight before me. Standing again in the
midst of our love nest made of blankets and pillows, was my angel. My
sweet, soft, naked angel.

	As the moonlight shown again on his body, he was, to me, still the
work of art that belonged in a museum, too beautiful to love. My body
absolutely shook with hot desire at the thought of being with him.

	Slowly, his eyes met mine and I was transfixed. Unable to talk or
move, becoming completely enveloped by those eyes, as he made his way over
to me.

	He said not a word as he gently put is arms around my neck and
kissed me sweetly on the lips. I felt my hands come about the sides of his
body, all warm and hard with sweet boyish muscle. My senses drowned with
his boyish scent as my hands found his behind, massaging their pillowy
softness as I pulled his body into mine.

	Slowly, his lips found my chin, and lingered. His lips found my
cheeks and lingered. His lips found my earlobes and neck, and there he also
lingered.

	Without a word, our eyes met as his hands were busy at the
waistband of my boxers, dropping them at my feet, as his warm arms
enveloped me yet again in their naked embrace. How delightful the feel of
his warm muscular chest against mine as his bare skin warmed me. As he
pulled me to him, our bodies became one, as he kissed and nipped at my lips
playfully.

	God, it was so delightful to once again feel his body next to mine,
to feel his carress, to taste his lips. I had missed this so.

	Slowly he began to slide down my body, our combined sweat becoming
a conveinient lubricant. Gently he kissed his way down as his strong hands
carressed the sides of my body, as he ended up on his knees. My mind became
delerious with want, as I knew what was to come. While his hands were
busily massaging my behind, with sweet fingers searching out the inner
entrance to my soul, I felt his hot tongue reach out to taste the fruits of
his desire.  Lord how he knew just what to do, as he used his tongue to
clean the entire length of my hardness from top to bottom. Just when I
thought I might lose my mind, that too became a reality as he took just the
head of my penis into his mouth, swirling his sweet little tongue around,
poking the tip into the litttle pee hole and sucking it as if he wanted to
swallow it whole.

	My mind became a hot frenzy of fire as his finger tip slid into the
warm hole of my back side, sliding his finger in little by little until at
least half a wriggling finger lay trapped inside me, touching nerves that I
never dreamed I had, releasing a flood of emotion from deep within
me. Then, when I thought I would go willingly mad, his hands pulled me
forward as my entire boyhood plunged deeply into the molten wet heat of his
mouth. As my knees buckled, I fought to stay up and my brain spun with
delight as his finger wiggled and his sweet mouth slid up and down apon
me. Good lord, take me now, for if this is heaven, I shall gladly go.

	"Ahhh....,Tad...wha..oooh, yes, my sweetheart, my deepest love. Oh
god, I adore y..yyou sooo...ohhh..Ahh,Ahh,Ahh,Ahh,Ahh,Ahh,yesssssssss....
	Oh, darling boy,I love you,love you,love you,love yoooouuuuu..., Oh
it's happening love, just a little bit ahhhh..."

	Suddenly he stopped, leaving me completely out of my mind.

	"Nooo...Ahhh what, where....ohh Tad......"

	"Not yet Sam. Not yet love. Don't you dare finish yet!"

	"How can you leave me like this? What are you doing to me??",I
screached.

	He said nothing, as I opened my eyes and watched as he lay down in
our soft love nest, amid the blankets and pillows. As he lay down, he drew
his knees up to his chest and spread his legs wide.

	"In here my sweet love. Please, oh dear god please, finish in
here", he cooed to me in almost kittenish voice as the pout on his lips
became my sweet beconing call to duty.

	As I dropped down on my knees, fighting to catch my breath, my
heart pounding in my chest, his sweet, loving eyes met mine and never left,
as I bent over his body. Swiftly my penis found it's home, as I slid
slowly, hotly, into him, piercing his soul as his body gladly pulled me
inside of him.

	"Ohhhh, GOD YESSSS SAMM,SAMM,SAMM,SAMM,YESSSSSSS!!!!",he screamed.

	"Oh...Sammmohhhh, I've been so naughty and I've missed you
soooo...Ohhhh, god Samm, yesss, oh yess Sam, please...be my man once again,
just love me hard and deep....yesss...love me,love me,love me,love me,love
meeeeeee...."

	From that maddening point on we became one, as I drove sweetly into
him again, and again, and again. His legs wrapped tightly around me,
refusing to allow me to leave as our sweaty pounding bodies, slid smoothly
against each other with a rythem of sweet love that we both knew too well.

	Leaning up on my arms, I stared through the haze at the beauty
beneath me, illuminated by the white of the moonlight. His eyes closed and
pensive, head swinging from side to side, mouth open, as he pulled me
inside him, again, and again.

	After a few moments, we both knew it wouldn't be long. I had held
myself back just so long, but was unable to keep myself from giving in to
his sweet body any longer. Nothing needed to be said now, as Tad felt my
pace quicken, as I plunged harder and harder into him at his urging and his
spincter muscles clamped down harder every time I withdrew, not willing to
let me leave. As the end drew close, we both held each other so close,
slipping and sliding against one another with sweat soaked bodies, his
hands running through my hair, as I covered his sweet face in kisses, until
finally our mortal souls left this earth amid sweet cries of ecstacy and
devine bliss.

	As my mind slowly returned to earth, we still held each other for
dear life. I felt the thunderous beating of two hearts as my sweetness lay
shivering beneath me, still moaning, unable to calm himself. I was amazed
that I was still as hard as a rock inside him, unable to escape his hold on
me.

	Opening my eyes, I gazed up at his face, the moon light making the
sweat shine on this perfect, beautiful face. So in tune was I to my love
that I recall studying a single bead of sweat as it rolled down his soft
cheek.  Slowly I reached my hand up to his face and lovingly stroked his
golden matted locks as I lightly kissed his nose, then his eyelids, making
him squeal and shiver ever so much more.

	"Shhhh sweetheart, my love. Shhh now.."

	"Ughhh, oh,ooh, Sam....oh, do you know what you're doing to
me?...ohh, God.  Ohhhoo, you make me feel so safe and loved. Ohh god I feel
so safe here in your arms making love to you...oh God Sam..I love you".

	He opened those eyes of his and looked deep down into my soul, as
his arms went around my head and pulled my lips to his, kissing me deeply
and with all the love he had in his sweet little body.

	The next thing I realized was that it was getting close to dawn as
my eyes slowly opened and viewed the black sky slowly getting a shade
lighter. Tad and I were still wrapped tightly around each other as we had
probably fallen asleep that way. The only differenc being that now I was on
my back with Tad's head on my chest. Just for a little while, I lay there
watching him sleep, mouth open, drooling on my chest, as I stroked his
hair. As I shifted my head a bit, I looked down his smooth body and noticed
that he was giving me the morning flag salute. It was so beautiful, so
sweet looking. Lord, I just had to taste it again before we got dressed to
go.

	Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid myself down until I was, for the
first time all night, out of his grasp. Thank heavans he was still fast
asleep as I turned myself about with my feet where my head had been, and my
head now in line and close up with his lovely penis.

	For the longest time I simply studied it again, as I had done days
earlier in my bedroom. It was perfect. So smooth, so sweet and so
innocent. I actually counted all the little veins running up and down it's
length and through those tender testicles. My head was so close that I was
actually drowning in the sweet scent of his privates. Having stated so
before, I am sure you recall what affect the scent of his penis had on me,
as I felt my own boyhood getting stiffer and harder. Oh, God, I just
couldn't resist any longer, leaning my nose down to where his penis met his
sweet testicles and breathing in deeply the wonderful scent of my sweet
love. Oh god how that smell drove me mad with passion.

	Before I knew what I was doing, my tongue knew what IT was doing,
as it slowly licked the entire underside of Tad's sweet penis from bottom
to top.  It was now much to late for me, as I lost all self control and
slowly slid the head of his penis into my mouth, relishing the wonderful
smooth taste, as my tongue swirled slowly around it.

	Suddenly I was startled as my own penis was summarily engulfed in
one wet swoop, into the hot vacuume of my sweet lovers mouth as he giggled
triumphantly.

	I was in sweet ecstacy as not a word could be heard. Only the
slurping and moaning sounds of two boys making love with their mouths full
of each others penises.

	Tad did as I did when my hands encircled his behind and pulled his
hardness into me as my wet mouth pumped up and down apon him and his apon
me.

	I pumped my hips furiously into his mouth to let him know that my
end was near, as he followed my lead, intent on reaching his at the same
instant as me.

	A minute later it was all over as we both squealed in delight,
emptying boy juice into each others mouths amid a sea of groans and grunts,
not letting up until we both had grown soft in each others mouths. That
being a fine breakfast indeed, I thought.


	"Sam...promise that you'll always wake me like that",he giggled.

	"We'd better get going or Mickey and Brandon will leave us behind".

	"So soon? Can't we make love some more?"

	"Later darling, later in the tent with the crickets providing
romantic music".

	Reluctantly we both got up and did our morning routine, got dressed
and went down to the kitchen quietly as not to wake anyone. Good lord we
were early. Annabelle wasn't even awake yet.

	We went to the kitchen and had some biscuits and jam with a glass
of milk for breakfast, grabbed a large sack of provisions that Annabelle
had prepared for us from the ice box and headed for the front door.

	As soon as we opened the door, two familiar faces greeted us.

	"Good lord gov, thought you forgot about us, eh?", said Michael.

	"Look at 'em sweets, looks like they haven't slept all night".

	"Well, Brand, come to think of it, neither did we. He stayed over
at my house so's we wouldn't be late, mind you he couldn't keep his hands
off me".

	"Michael! Shh...they don't have to know that!", said Brandon giving
Michael a smack in ther ribs.

	"If you're quite through gentlemen, we should be off" I said.

	Going into the garage Michael opened his duffle bag as Brandon and
I strapped on the rest of the gear.

	"All right Tad, in ya' go mate".

	Tad stared at the bag with a mixture of fear and distaste.

	"Must I really get in that, that...thing ?"

	"Tad....",I said,"You know it's the only way love".

	"Oh...alright, but don't you drop me", he said sternly to Michael.

	"Don't worry gov, you'll be safe as a bug in a rug, my word".

	When Tad was in the bag with just his head sticking out, we all
fought off the urge to giggle, he was so cute in that bag, like a little
blond haired Christmas gift. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him
we'd see him later, not to make a sound, as Michael put the top over the
bag and drew the draw string almost all the way shut, save for a little
hole left open so Tad could breathe.

	Michael bent over and hoisted him up and over his shoulder like a
small sack of potatoes.

	"There ya' go mate, you're not the least bit heavy".

	"That's my sweets...so much muscle, just don't you go playin' with
his ass", Brandon warned him.

	"Here now, there ya' go again bein' the jealous lot, eh? Come on
then lets be off".

	So off we all went down the early morning road towards the woods
with Tad in a bloody sack.

	As we all walked and talked, the early morning sun started it's
ascent, sweetening the first morning air, with the birds starting to chirp
and chatter and our boots became damp with the morning dew.

	What a beautiful morning. How I wished with all my heart that Tad
could be walking here beside me, softly holding my hand, instead of being
in that bloody sack. How I would love to gaze into his sweet eyes as the
morning light reflected in them, trying to be as beautiful as he was, and
Tad, putting even mother natures beauty to shame in comparison to his own.

	Finally we had reached the entrance to the woods, walking in under
the shrouded cover of the pines, evergreens, and ferns, much to the dismay
of the squirrels busily getting their breakfasts.

	Once we were safely hidden from the view of the outside world, we
stopped as Michael slowly lowered Tad off his shoulder to the ground.

	From inside the sack there came a sound as the sack stood up on
it's own.

	"Why am I on the ground? Did you drop me? Get me the hell out of
here Sam, this instant".

	We all looked at each other in complete amusement at Tad's going on
and on indignantly.

	"Should we let the little bugger out Sam?"

	"Well...I don't know, I....."

	"Samuel Hedge, you get me out of this confounded sack this
instant!!!"

	"Oooooo, touchy, ain't he gov ?"

	We all laughed as I undid the drawstring and out popped a red faced
angel.  Quite angry, I might add.

	"Imagine, having to hide in a bloody sack, of all things!!!"

	Ignoring his anger, I helped him out of the sack, and while he
continued his tirade, I simply put my arms about his neck, giving small
little kisses, until I reached his ear lobe, which I lightly started biting
and kissing until he had quite forgotten what it was he was going on about,
or why he was angry for that matter. When he sweetly kissed me back, I knew
it was all over and he was my sweet Tad once more. What a ghastly temper!

	"Right then Brandy, we might as well sit for a while. This looks
like a pretty good show."

	A blushing Tad and I remembered that we weren't alone and we all
laughed, gathered our things and continued along our way.

	Tad and I had decided to take Michael and Brandon to camp by "Our"
lake, as it was secluded, had a nice clearing for setting up camp and
provided water for bathing and swimming.

	As we traversed the woods on our way to the lake, I couldn't help
but notice what a beautiful day it was becoming, as the morning sunlight
filtered down between the sparse pine and evergreen branches above us. The
cool morning air was thick with the smell of pine as the floor was littered
with the remenants of pine needles long since fallen off their branches.

	Tad and I walked along that morning not saying much of anything
really, camping gear strapped to our backs and his soft hand in mine. For
the first time in a long, long, while, I believe at that moment we were
both at peace with the world. Funny how going into the woods and shutting
out the real world, if only for a short time, seems to clean out the cob
webs so to speak, and causes one to forget ones troubles in the peace and
soltitude of mother natures relm.

	As we walked, hand in hand, every so often we'd steal little
glances at each other and I couldn't help but be overcome with how the
sunlight and breezes played through Tad's hair, blowing golden lochs across
and along his face. I know that I'm a romantic twit and I've said it time
and again, but I felt so lucky to have him. Something about him caused me
love him anew each time I looked at him. To see that shy smile, to see him
blush, to see the way the sunlight glinted in his sparkling eyes, and the
way he lovingly squeezed my hand when he caught me looking, gave me the
warmest feelings deep down inside. If this be love, give me more, oh so
much more.

	Poor Brandon, he was having a bloody devil of a time of it as he
wasn't used to being an out of doors person and couldn't go on as we all
could. For his sake we took freaquent rest breaks along the way, finally
reaching the lake an hour later.

	With Tad and I leading the way, we finally cleared the brushy
entrance to the lake area. I must say that Michael and Brandon were
absolutly amazed that this place existed.

	Tad and I led them over to the clearing and we began the task of
setting up camp.

	As we started to unpack the gear, I glimpsed Tad standing still,
gazing wistfully at the bank just the other side of the lake.

	I quietly walked up beside him, putting my arm around his waist.

	"What's got your interest love?"

	"Don't you remember Sam?"

	"Remember? Remember what?"

	"Over there Sam, on that grassy bank!"

	I knew full well to what he was referring, but just playfully
strung him along, knowing I'd get his little temper going again.

	"I still don't know what in the world you're talking about?"

	"Oh, you! For God's sake Sam, you're mocking me! Come on, you
know!"

	"Well...I sort of remember something, perhaps you could jog my
memory a bit?"

	"I'll jog you're bloody memory", he shouted as he smacked me in the
arm.

	He stood there with a pout on his face and his arms crossed looking
quite angry with me as I giggled. But soon, he was looking at me out of the
corners of his eyes and eventually, he started giggling as well.

	Tad turned about to face me, putting his arms about my waist as I
did to him. Then looking up at me with those eyes again.....

	"Oh Sam...you're still having fun with me aren't you? You do
remember, don't you? Over there on that bank is where you kissed me and,
and......  made love to me for the first time", he said blushing and
smiling at the same instant.

	And as he said those words, I found myself getting lost in those
beautiful eyes again, as I looked deeply into them and saw my whole world
inside. I said nothing, but just leaned down to kiss those sweet lips as
Tad melted into my arms with a soft whimper. As we broke he whispered in my
ear the words I love to hear again and again.

	"Oh.....Sam..I love you. This place will always be special to me,
because it was here that I finally found you. Finally found my world".

	From then on nothing was said as we just stood on the banks of our
special place with our arms around each other. God it was so nice just to
hold his strong body in my arms.

	"Uhh..ahem!!...eh fellas, would it be too much bother to ask for a
little help here??"

	Suddenly Brandon's impatient voice cut through the clouds of our
euphoria like a bolt of lightening in the warm summer evening sky.

	With a quick little peck on the lips, we reluctantly let go of each
other and started to help Michael and Brandon set up the camp. As they knew
nothing of how to put up tents and such, it was up to me to be the group
leader. Not long after everything was set. We had two small canvas tents
up, and a circle of rocks in which to build a fire and even a designated
area in the back to serve as a bathroom complete with a hole in the ground
for, uh.., well you know for what? Don't you?

	I had them all gather all the dry wood and kindling they could find
so that we'd have enough for our entire stay of two days, and even showed
them a trick that Father had taught me on how to keep the animals from
eating our food.

	Putting all the food in Michaels waterproof, ( rubber lining
),duffle I tied a rope around the top of the sack and took the other end of
the rope and threw it over a semi low hanging tree branch. I had Tad hammer
a tent stake into the ground near the tree and pulled the sack up until it
hung in the air, tying off the rope at the stake.

	As we were all finished it was about noon and the day had turned
beastly warm. We all sat on the ground exhausted and hot when Tad and I
both got an idea at the same moment and looked at each other with smiles.

	We both stood up and quickly removed every stitch of clothing and
ran for the lake jumping in with a flying leap. We both surfaced, spitting
water just in ime to see two more naked bodies leaping in to the lake with
a splash.

	What grand fun the four of us had, splashing and playing about in
the cool, crisp, lake water, oblivious to the fact that we were naked in
front of each other. After all we were all boys, right? There was nothing
to be ashamed of.

	After an hour or so we all came out and, still naked, had a fine
lunch of peanut butter and jam sandwiches, washed down with the last of the
milk.  We did have plenty of water to drink, but decided to drink the milk
before it spoiled.

	We all sat about after that, patting our full tummies and quietly
enjoying the breeze on our naked bodies. I recall talking to Tad about
something or other, when something behind me caught his attention.

	When I looked about, I noticed the reason why Michael and Brandon
were so quiet. You would be quiet as well if you were in the middle of
kissing your boyfriend. I must say, it reminded me of when I spied on them
at the warehouse. It was so beautiful, Tad and I stared in fascination as
the two of them were locked in a warm embrace, while each stroking the
others hard and excited boyhoods. I must say again, what a beautiful penis
Michael had.

	After a moment or two, Brandon opened his eyes, and seeing us
there, whispered something in Michaels ear. They both stood up, flag
salute's waving in the breeze. Michael took Brandons hand and.....

"Excuse us lads, but Me and Brandys' got some business to take care of".

	Brandon said not a word as Michael led him into their tent, the
fire in Brandons eyes becoming most apparent as he followed behind Michael
like an obedient puppy.

	It was then that I looked about at my sweetheart and saw the same
fire in his eyes, as his hard boyhood also rose to the occasion with my
own, not far behind.

	Gently taking Tad's hand, I raised it to my lips, giving it the
slightest of kisses, before rising to my feet and pulling Tad along with
me, leading him into our tent and tying it closed.

	As I finished tying the tent flap closed and turned about, there
waiting for me, my angel, spread out on the fluffy comforters and sleeping
bag, as sunlight crept in through various crevices in the half open window
flap of the tent, lighting tiny slivers, here and there along his soft
body. Clearly the most beautiful sight I have ever invisioned.

	As many times as I have looked apon him, each time remains
different, and each time reminds me just how much he means to me.

	I crawled to him on my knees, still gazing at him.

	"Well???", he said.

	"Well what??"

	"Silly, are you going to love me, or do I have to go into Michael's
tent?"

	"You wouldn't!!"

	"Yes love, you're right. Oh but please...,hold me..now, before I
change my mind!"

	Stretching his arms out to me, I went to him, laying my body apon
his, sending electrical shocks through my skin. I kissed him deeply as my
fingers became lost in his soft hair, and his legs wrapped themselves about
my waist.

	I can't tell you how many hours we spent holding and loving each
other. For the first time in a long while, we were free of my house and
free to make as much noise as we wished, not having to keep our cries of
joy and ecstacy from being heard by my parents and the servants.

	We didn't mind Michael and Brandon hearing us because, I dare say,
they were making quite a bit of sweet noise on their own. Especially
Brandon, he was so in love with Michael.

	It was so beautiful, holding Tad's warm, quivering body in the
after glow, the warm, sweet summer air drifting in through the window flap,
and the birds chirping away on some branch of a nearby tree, while I kissed
my love asleep.

	I recall awakening some hours later to the smell of something
cooking.  Slowly, I reached over for Tad, but he was gone. Sitting up and
trying to get my senses back on track, I heard laughing and joking from
three boys trying to make a camp dinner. I laughed to myself as I heard
Michael and Tad argue about how long to cook something, and then Brandon
having the final word over the both of them. From what I heard them say,
they were trying to surprise me with dinner as I was the one that got the
camp set up and squared away to start with.

	I did hope that they came to wake me soon, as I had to go to the
bathroom...BADLY!

	I managed to doze off for a bit, when I became aware of being
kissed awake.  Now to have some fun.....

	"Saaammm.....wake up Sam.."

	"Unnggh....wha...who is it?"

	"EXCUSE ME !!!, Why Samuel Hedge, you awful lout. Who the bloody
hell else would be kissing you awake?"

	By this time I was laughing uncontrollably and being smacked on the
butt by an angry boy with a foul temper.

	"You!!!, oh...you're awful Sam. Mocking me again", turning his back
to me.

	`"Oh, come here love. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise", I
said as I put my arms about him from behind, kissing his neck while he
tried to ignore me with his arms folded and his indignant look on his face
again.

	"MMMmmmmm...,you tast of fire smoke,(kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss).

	"Well...I don't know if I'll ever forgive you again!
I'll,..never...  never....I'll....Ohhh, stop kissing me like that...din-
dinner will..."

	"Dinner will what?", I said giggling into a smoke flavored ear.

	"Oh Sam! That's what I came to tell you !!!",he said with his usual
gleeful exuberance, smiling from ear to ear. "Come on, we've cooked
dinner!".

	He was so awfully excited, so naturally I made quite a show of
being surprised when I'd seen what they had done.

	I was quite surprised really, they had managed to scrape together
an edible meal after all.

	"We near ended up with nothin' gov. Bloody squirrel managed to get
the sack in his teeth while tryn' to climb back to his tree. But I fixed
the rascal.

	After shooin' him off, I put this big rock in the bottom of the
sack. Now the bloody things' too heavy for the blighter to be off with".

	"Isn't my sweets wonderfull?", said Brandon with stars in his eyes.

	I think I was about to become ill.

	We all dined like kings of the forest, on fried ham, potatoes, and
buscuits. For dessert, Brandon had brought a box of his mother's imported
french bon-bons, which we ate seated about a huge fire, as the sky about
the lake grew dark with nightfall.

	We must have sat about the fire for hours. Laughing, joking,
telling ghost stories and such. Then there came a time when all began to
grow quiet, as we all stared in the fire which crackled and snapped every
so often, sending sparks flying out along the ground.

	After a while I felt Tad lean his head on my shoulder and close his
eyes. I put my arm about his shoulders, and kissing the top of his head,
continued to stare at the fire, becoming hypnotically relaxed in it's glow.

	Soon, I realized that Tad had fallen asleep against me. I looked
over at Micheal and saw that Brandon had fallen asleep on him as well.

	"What are we going to do with these two, eh Mickey?"

	"Dunno mate......Don't want to find out either!"

	After a bit, Michael and I ushered our two little sleepy heads off
to our respective tents for the night.

	Tad was so sleepy, I don't believe he recalled being brought in, as
his eyes remained closed while I lay him down and removed his clothes.

	Removing my own, I slowly crawled into the sleeping bag with him
and zipped us up.

	So quiet and still was the night as I spooned next to Tad's warm
body and put my arm about him, listening to his soft breathing, and the
crickets somewhere off in the distance.

	As I drifted off, I started thinking about how this bad chapter in
his life was almost over. Maybe I should tell him what Father had said
about the gang being killed and all. No, no I'll wait until we're home. I
don't want to ruin now and get him all depressed and angry again.

	How at peace I felt at that moment, with the world in my arms.

	The next morning came and made itself rudly known, as the sunlight
invaded the warm dark of our tent, blaring directly into my eyes.

	No!,..no, I didn't want to get up. Not just yet. Let me lie here
and cuddle Tad, just a little while longer, I thought, as I reached my arm
across to where he was.

	To my surprise, though, he wasn't there. In fact, I was very much
alone in the tent.

	Well, I thought, perhaps he went to the bathroom. So I half dozed
while I waited for him to return.

	When he failed to return, I started to wonder what he was up to, so
I put on my trousers and went out in search of him. As I looked about the
tent, I also noticed the his clothes were gone. That's odd. Could the
little devil be dressed already?

	What a glorious morning, I thought as I stepped from our tent.

	I made my way over to the bathroom tree and "watered the plants" a
bit, but that was odd also, no Tad.

	Back at the clearing, I looked back into the tent fearing maybe
we'd missed each other. No Tad.

	Quickly I survayed the entire bank of the lake, but to no avail.

	I was quickly becoming quite alarmed. Where in the bloody hell was
he?

	I called out to him into the woods, again and again, but no reply.

	I was now officially into an awful fright, and I had managed to
wake Michael and Brandon with my early morning shouting.

	As they sleepily stumbled out of their tent, I nervously informed
them of Tad's disappearance.

	"C'mon gov. He probably took an early mornin' stroll and got
interested in something. Relax, he'll be around soon".

	I decided to give Michael the benefit of the doubt and busied
myself by making a pot of hot water for tea.

	As Michael and Brandon sat sipping their morning tea, I paced
about, becoming more agitated with each passing moment.

	Looking off into the woods, I yelled his name at the top of my
lungs.

	No reply.

	I'd had quite enough.

	"Fellas you wait here, I'm getting dressed to look for him".

	They tried to talk me out of it, telling me he'd return shortly,
but my gut instinct wasn't buying it. In a flash I was dressed and started
walking trough the woods calling him as I went.

	"Wait Sam, Michael and I will go with you".

	"No, wait here. You don't know these woods as I do, and I don't
want you both getting lost as well. Stay here and yell for me if Tad should
return", I said, and off I went.

	"Oh dear God. Let me be wrong. Let him be all right!", I said to
myself as the tears started to gather in my eyes.

	"TAD!........."

	"TAD!.........WHERE ARE YOU.....ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!!........."