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My Worlds Collide (Jason, Part 3) By Coach Luke My Worlds Collide – Jason Meets Brock
I awoke with a start. The pressure in my groin told me I needed to piss, probably the combination of too much Corona and too much cum. The flashing time on the strange clock told me it was 4:50 AM. Tucked in the crook of my left arm lay Jason, his closely cropped head resting heavily on my shoulder, his sinewy back to me, his perfectly chiseled ass still pressed into my leg. I could feel my heavy cock stir. Jesus Christ, I couldn't get it up again! A piss hard-on was all I needed right now. A cool breeze fluttered the light, gauze curtain on the window, opened to the spring night hours earlier when we'd both been dripping with sweat, hot and steamed from our rapturous coupling.
I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of how I'd gotten here. I knew very well it was my cock, still hungering for that perfectly sweet, virgin hole I'd already fucked twice that night. Once, in that hard and quick passion out on the deck's workout bench when I realized this man-boy had all but seduced me, and again in this very same bed. The second time had been slower, following hours of slow kissing, 69 and sucking, exploration and talk and laughter and play. When I'd entered this boy the second time, this 22 year old with a hunger unlike most men I'd ever known, he'd been on his back. He'd raised those perfectly formed legs and ass-cheeks in the air, provocatively, smiling with his entire being, almost begging me.
"Do it again, Doc," he'd pleaded. "I need to feel that big fucking cock in me again." I'd already sucked a load from his throbbing cock and sucked most of my own cum from this same virgin hole earlier – a feat that had sent him into paroxysms of pleasure and made him squeal with delight. What a sight that had been, this muscular, soldierly boy writhing beneath my tongue. Now, he offered up his willing hole once more.
I'd fucked him long, deep, and so slow that after a bit I wondered if I'd be able to maintain the pace and at the end reward him with a climax of my own. I shouldn't have been so short-sighted. Ever the quick-study and hard-worker, my boy matched me rhythm for rhythm and soon began to milk my cock with his ass, becoming one of the most athletic fucks of my entire life. The sweat was slung off of both of us by the time I felt his third (or was it fourth) orgasm contract his hole and see the white, silky sheen of his cum coat my hairy abs. It was then that I plowed deeper into him, burying my cock head so far into his anus that I felt my seed spewing into the depths of his being.
My cock lurched at the memory of it. I slid a bit to the side, carefully, letting the breeze reach my exposed leg and the top of my hip, cooling my ardor and memory. This could not continue. First of all, I was 20 years this boy's senior and while he may have had a coach/daddy fantasy and wanted all that I could teach, did I honestly think we could go further? What about the time when I finally revealed myself fully to my teenage sons. How would they feel about Daddy's friend who was only six or seven years their senior? Shit, I needed to talk to Brock.
And with that thought, I was totally winded. What the fuck about Brock? Here in the last six months, I'd thought, this was the man I'd fallen in love with - a man who not only satisfied me in all areas sexually, but a man who could hang around for the conversation after. A man I took long hikes with, played tennis with, cooked and drank wine with, worked out with, all that I thought I'd eventually require in a mate was found in him and now... Fuck!
I'd have to tell him. There was no way around that. We'd come too far, shared too much over the last six months for this to wreck it totally. He deserved my total honesty. Hell, when we'd first met, he'd indulged me with some internet 3 ways and we had explored all of this together. But it was me, ME, who said I didn't like sharing him. It was me who said we needed to find a way to make our 100 miles and living in different cities work. It was me who'd used the "L" word first! Now what?
I slipped out of the bed and made my way to the rustic bathroom off the hall. With just the night-light in the hallway, I found the seat already up, propped my right hand over the john and let loose. The thunderous stream of my steaming piss echoed through the ramshackle cabin and probably out into the night. I smiled. What was it about us men and pissing that often made me think we still weren't that far removed from our caveman forefathers, pissing in the woods? I tried to tiptoe back down the hallway and then, with the moonlight as my guide, searched for my abandoned briefs.
"Umm, you okay?" a half-moaned voice asked.
"Yeah, just getting dressed. You go back to sleep."
He sat up and wiped a knuckle against sleep-filled eyes. I almost doubled over at the sight of him there, moonlight reflecting off of smooth, nearly hairless knotted shoulders and that muscled torso.
"Don't go. Not yet. Please come back to bed."
"Tomorrow's my Saturday with the guys, Jay. I'll have to pick them up early."
"Couldn't you just stay until dawn? Please." The pleading innocence of his request weakened me and I felt my cock stir yet again. The innocence vanished when his knowing smile became a near-leer.
"Looks like somebody wants to stay and play."
I laughed and quickly moved back to the bed, sweeping him up in my arms, kissing him hard, my tongue searching his mouth. His already hard cocked pressed up and into my abdomen and I was again astonished at this Adonis of pure muscle beneath me. He laughed as we writhed together and in that moment I knew what I would have to do next. I pressed him back down on the bed, burying my head in his lap, engulfing his cock head with my open lips. Urgently, I began to suck his entire 7 inches, deep-throating him on every other stroke and slicking his shaft with my urgent spit. When he began to moan beneath me, I spit him out and raised my head.
"Now comes your final lesson, Jay." He looked at me quizzically.
"Yes sir?" he said hesitantly. I reached for the lube on the bedside table and fingered a large dollop into my hungry hole. Then, straddling my muscle-boy, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock head, holding that top of his shaft with just my sphincter muscles until I knew he couldn't stand it.
"Holy Fuck, Coach!" he cried out. I slowly lowered myself onto his engorged shaft, feeling the pressure in my anus and wincing when I finally felt his prickly balls press against my ass-cheeks.
"Hold it there for a minute, boy." I growled. Then,
"Now, you're gonna get a ride you'll never forget."
Crouching over him, I used my muscled legs to power me up and down, riding my boys cock 'til he became a fevered, bucking cowboy beneath me. Expletives flew from both our mouths until I slid my legs back and lowered myself totally onto his cock, pressing my ass back against him and taking him totally up my hot and throbbing asshole. I pressed my hands down onto that chest of chiseled marble, kissed him open mouthed, and then whispered in his ear, "now you know how to man-fuck, boy. Think you're man enough to fuckin' breed this Daddy-hole?"
An intake of breath followed the sexual taunt and then, the next thing I knew, I was propelled onto my back with my legs raised in the air, all without Jason ever pulling his thick meat from my ass. With a fury, he pounded his cock into my now drenched and sweaty hole, promising to teach this ol' Coach how to take a cock, how to sew some seed, how to fuck like a man! That last lyric comment was thrown out into the breeze in a high-pitched fury as he slammed his orgasm into my hungry hole, causing me to shoot cum all over my face and chest from my throbbing cock. I gazed in awe at this load I didn't think I could produce, and smiled as my boy reached down, ran his finger through it, and then brought a glob to both our lips. Collapsing next to me, smelling of man-sweat and ripe cum, he smiled that bright, blue-eyed look of innocence right through me and said, "Thanks for staying Doc. Thanks for making this the greatest night of my entire life. I'll never, ever forget it."
In only a few seconds, he was back pressed into my left side and snoring softly against me. Sometime after daylight, I found my wrinkled clothes, crept out through the squeaky screen door, and pointed the Mustang down the mountain.
I didn't so much avoid him the next week as just miss him. Meetings and appointments kept my daily workout irregular and not around its usual mid-day time. It was Friday before I saw him again in the gym and this time, there was no avoidance.
"Hey Doc," he said as he swaggered over, sweat soaking a mid-line across the gray muscle tee plasters..ed across his chest. "You avoiding me?"
"No Jay," I countered. "I've been kind of busy this week. I do work here, you know."
The unintended tone must have wounded him slightly. He partially turned and I offered, "I've just had a lot of crap this week. Did you get the email I sent you about your packets?"
"Yes sir. That's what I wanted to see you about. I got everything ready to mail in, I just was hoping you'd look over my stuff so I could get it in the mail this week." I winced realizing he'd been waiting on me and postponing his chances for graduate school acceptance.
We made an appointment for later that day and as I continued my workout I realized what I had to do. Brock was due by suppertime that night. We'd been alternating weekends in between my custody weekends, one with him in Atlanta and one with me in Greenville. He'd probably be leaving in a bit to avoid rush-hour traffic on 85 and be in my kitchen by the time I'd opened the Shiraz and started the grill. Not only was I going to tell him about my foray into 22 year olds and workout benches last weekend, I was going to offer him a choice.
By mutual agreement, Brock and I had attempted to treat one another as co-habitual partners. We tried to have a meal and some conversation when we first met on these weekends now, instead of immediately falling into one another's lust-filled arms and fucking wherever we landed. It had brought some normalcy and routine into our Interstate-stretched relationship. We enjoyed these savory evenings, always knowing of course that each other's arms (and cocks) awaited the evening's end. I can't say that I didn't miss the immediate fucking on some weekends, but this routine made me feel more committed in some ways and I had become closer to Brock than anyone I'd ever known. Or loved.
He'd come straight from the office, still wearing his blue 'scrubs' that used to light up all of my fantasies, and carrying his weekender bag easily over one muscled shoulder. At 39, Brock was a full three years younger than me and still carried some of that late-adolescent ebullience that a few, rare thirty-somethings can pull off. Dirty blond hair cropped short and thinning in spikes across his broad head, he stood 6'5", a good 3 inches above me, and weighed in at a strapping 235. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, though it wouldn't have mattered much to me because his meaty, muscled biceps remained the fulfillment of all of my masculine fantasies. Gap-toothed and blue-eyed, he could still get me hard with just the sound of his voice and his strong-armed hugs made me weak in the knees. Until last weekend, I didn't think I was capable of loving, or lusting, after any other man again. An orthopedist in a large Atlanta practice, he'd spent the last three years looking after professional athletes from the capital city's many sports teams. Don't think that didn't make me green with envy on more than one occasion.
I met him at the door, throwing myself into his arms, and kissing him with an ardorous welcome that set him back again.
"Hey handsome, looks like somebody's been missing his boy," he chuckled.
Burying my face into his neck, I pulled him tighter, "I just miss you so much when we're apart B." He kissed me again, this time tenderly, and my lips wanted ours never to part. Finally, I pulled away and said, "Throw your bag in the bedroom and come into the kitchen. I've already poured your Shiraz."
"Sounds good," he echoed. Joining me in the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck.
"mmm, marinated NY Stip. I may overdose on protein tonight."
Turning and kissing him I said, "Oh, I think you'll get all of the forms of protein you crave tonight, wild man!"
He swatted me on the ass and reached for his waiting glass. Within moments, we were back into our warm, loving routine of being just Jimmy and Joe, married Ho-Mo's, talking about our weeks apart and what we'd like to do for the weekend.
After dinner and a few bits of my overdone, and rubbery crème brulee, we sat by the small fire with the French doors open to the night air, drinking our decaf and catching up on weeks apart. With a heavy sigh, I finally began the long story of last Friday and my 'mentorship' of Jason, the senior ROTC cadet. After I'd described the 'sex on the deck' scene, Brock let out a low whistle and I finally pulled my gaze from the fire and met his eyes.
"He sounds pretty hot, Luke. He also sounds like he's totally in to you."
"I'm telling you this, Brock, because I need you to know that I'm totally in to you. No one else! While I may enjoy the attention of a gym-worked 22 year old and recognize that the sex was pretty damn amazing, I need you to know that you'll always be the one that I want."
"Dance with the one that brung ya, ya mean," he laughed in his put-on, North Georgia twang. "Look Babe, we've talked about this. I love you, you know that. We've had sex with other guys and we've had sex with each other. While we haven't really covered this 'sex when we're apart' area, we can at least talk about it. You don't have to act like I'm gonna run screaming and be afraid to talk about stuff."
I sighed heavily and glanced at the clock on the mantel. "I'm trying to figure it all out, B. The only thing I have totally figured out is you and I don't want my cock to fuck that up totally."
He smiled, that totally amazing smile that made my cock leap to attention every time I took it in, and said, "Hey man, it was that cock of yours that got us into this, right. Don't sell him short, ever!" I laughed and then looked up as the doorbell rang. Right on time.
"I'll get it," Brock said, rising from his chair. "Maybe it's someone selling Girl Scout Cookies!"
"Oh yeah, you asshole, rub it in about dessert one more time!"
I heard him still laughing as he opened the door. The next second, Brock returned to the sitting room with Jason following him. Jason stood before me in camo's tightly belted, a painted-on tan tee shirt and desert boots, clutching a file folder.
"Your student says he has some papers to deliver to you, Dr. Smith," Brock said with a half-smile.
"Jason," I began, "this is my partner, Dr. Brock Goodman. Brock this is Cadet Sgt. Major Jason Perry." They shook hands easily and I motioned Jason to the third chair.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Dr. Smith but I wanted you to look over these applications one last time before I mailed them tomorrow. I forgot that you may have mentioned it was your weekend with your, um, with Dr. Goodman."
Brock looked at me and then at Jason.
"It's okay, Jay. How about a beer? We've already finished off our bottle of wine and have moved on to coffee but I seem to remember you like, what, Corona?"
"That'd be fine sir."
"Alright, I'll take these packets and promise to get them back to you tomorrow. I'll be right back withn your beer."
I headed to the kitchen and purposefully took my time finding and then opening Jason's beer. I let the sound of the two masculine voices in the parlor wash over me and then I stood by the sink, beer in hand, as Brock's booming laugh echoed through the half-light of the kitchen. I made my way back into the room and handed Jason a beer.
"It sounds as if you two gentleman are getting acquainted," I said as I perched on the edge of Brock's chair and placed my hand on his shoulder. I watched Jason's calculated observation of this simple act of familiarity and love and then said, "What was so funny."
"Well," Brock began, "Jason was essentially telling me how he stalked you, is using you to help himself get into graduate school, and would pretty much do anything to be able to fuck you again!"
I gasped, "All that in a minute's conversation?"
Jason's face had colored a dark red and he stammered, "Honest to God, Dr. Smith, I didn't say anything about that last part, I just..."
Brock held up a hand to stop the boy's retort and laughed, "I apologize, Jason. I was just teasing – as Luke will tell you, I'm a bit of a joker. And besides, he and I had already talked about the very athletic events of last Friday night."
Jason, whom I'd prepared for this evening and invited for this very purpose, now seemed uncertain and embarrassed even.
"It's okay, Jason," I countered. "I love Brock and I tell him everything. I did want the two of you to meet. I thought it would be easier if after learning about what you and I did, he could see you face to face. He's an excellent judge of character."
Brock laughed, "Somehow I think you're complimenting yourself and not me!" He rose in one fluid motion, this man of warmth and brawn whom I truly worshipped at this moment. In one short stride, he stood before Jason's chair, reached under his muscled arms and pulled him to a standing position.
"Jason," he said, looking him squarely in the eyes, "I don't think we were properly introduced." With that, he pulled the 5'11" boy up off the floor into a tight embrace, kissing him passionately until I saw Jason go limp in his arms. I sat perched on the chair arm, smiling in the firelight. How could this muscled Adonis-boy seem so small next to this broad hunk of mine.
I rose to join them, kissing Brock first and then Jason. Then we shared in an open-mouthed, three-way, tongue-searching kiss. Our hands explored every surface and hardening member. Brock grabbed the boy's tight t-shirt and began to tug it over his head as I grasped the buckle of his belt and felt to unbutton his fatigues. I grinned when I saw that Jason had, appropriately enough, gone 'commando' tonight, and his engorged cock burst free as I dropped his pants. I sucked him in hungrily and looked up to see he and Brock kissing more passionately as Brock's large, manly hands explored the boys well-defined chest and abs. Brock broke from Jay's mouth and emitted a low growl.
"Fuck Luke, this boy is one hot muscle stud! I think we're gonna have to show him a really fun time tonight," Brock exclaimed.
Not taking my mouth away from the shaft I was working, I looked up and mumbled a short 'mmhm –hmm." Jason, whose eyes were closed in pleasure, opened them and smiled at Brock.
"I'd like nothing more, sir."
"Fuck boy. I'm gettin' turned on by this 'sir' shit!" He leaned over and began to chew on Jason's right nipple as I continued to suck. Then, releasing his cock from my mouth, I said, "Let's take this boy to bed, B."
"Whatever you say, Babe," and with that Brock eased Jason over his left shoulder as if he weighed no more than a child. Jason laughed out loud and I followed them down the hall, my perpendicular cock leading me like a compass point.
Jason sat on the edge of my king size bed, fumbling at his boots as Brock and I quickly undressed. Brock gave me a quick kiss and a knowing smile and then walked over in front of Jason just as he eased off his second boot. The boy looked up just in time to come eye to eye with Brock's swelling, 9 inch cock. I could seem his adam's apple bob as he swallowed at the sight. I remembered the first time I'd seen it and been overwhelmed by the complete, masculine perfection of it. Cut, it hung up and away with a slight curve to the right in the last two to three inches near the head. Veined and hot, I could worship it for hours with my mouth and tongue.
Jason looked up at the towering, hairy man in front of him, awestruck.
"I think you know what to do," Brock said with a devious smile, and Jason leaned forward and took it in his mouth.
He choked as he tried to take it all and I laughed.
"Just go slow, Jay, it's hard to take that thing all the way on the first try," I offered.
Kneeling down, I began to suck Jason's cock as he worked on Brock's. Brock continued to hotly offer the boy advice on how to use his mouth and tongue, how to lick his balls, and how to stroke it.
I got harder hearing Brock say, "Looks like you taught this fucker how to suck really well, Luke. I can't wait to watch him suck your big dick!"
"I can't wait for us both to fuck him!" I added. I saw Jason's eyebrows go up but he never pulled his mouth away from Brock's dick. I moved around and kneeled behind Brock. As Jason worked him from the front, I began to lick and tongue his hairy ass, kneading his ass-cheeks with my hands and licking harder as he began to moan with pleasure. Brock arched back and placed a hand on my head, pushing my head harder into his ass as the muscle-boy slurped loudly on his tool.
Moaning loudly, Brock pushed Jason back on the bed and look over his shoulder at me. "Let's get busy, Luke. I think this boy needs some work from both ends."
"Whatever you say, B," I said smiling. Brock shoved Jason up further on the bed and raised his legs. Hungrily, he began to lick the boy's cock, his balls, and slowly down that nether-space beneath his nuts, working toward his glorious hole. I squatted near the headboard, over Jason's head, and leaned my bulging eight inches toward his lips.
"Suck it all, boy. Show Coach's buddy how much you like to suck HIS cock!"
"Yes sir!" Jason shouted, reaching up and pulling me down into his mouth with one, smooth sucking motion.
"Fuck," Brock called out. "I need some tight, boy-pussy! How tight did you say this sweet hole was, Luke?"
"The tightest I can remember, Bud. That ass can milks loads of hot juice, man."
"Fuck it. I can't wait." He reached beside the bed, grabbed the supplies and with Jason still sucking me greedily, sheathed and lubed his huge dick. I saw Jason look down and squirm a bit as Brock knelt at his end, raised the boys near-hairless legs, and exposed his waiting hole and muscled ass-cheeks of marble. Jason nearly bit my cock as Brock quickly stuck his lubed middle finger up the boy's hole, all the way to his knuckle. Brock then leaned over and with muscled torso bent, sucked the boy's cock head into his mouth while he finger-fucked him. Jason began to suck me more greedily as he squirmed his ass muscles around Brock's finger. I continued to coach him from above.
"That's right, son. Open up that hole for Brock. I can't wait for you to feel his awesome cock, J." I said.
Brock worked a second finger up J's hole as I extracted my cock from his mouth.
"Suck my hairy balls, boy," I ordered as I crouched over his face. "Lick 'em good for you Daddy."
"Yes, sir, Doc. Shit, you taste so good. I can't wait for both my Dad's to fuck my hot hole," Jason mumbled.
Brock's eyes met mine at the same time. Both my Dad's! Nothin' like being reminded how fucking old you are while you're fucking a hot boy, but in didn't slow down Brock. He just leaned forward with his massive hips and pushed that engorged cock-head right into Jason's hungry hole. The boy gasped below my crotch.
"Alright boy, this big fuckin' daddy's gonna open up that hole. Let's see what kind of ride you give me, fucker."
"Yeah Jason," I continued, "open it up, Bud. Take my man's big cock all the way up."
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "It's so big, coach."
"Alright Bud," I told him, pulling back, leaning down and kissing him, hard. "Just like I taught you. Relax and start to enjoy it." I winked up at Brock as he slowly pushed his greased pole all the way in. His eyes rolled back.
"Goddamn, this is one sweet fuckin' hole, Luke. FUCK!!!"
I sat up, pressing my cock back between Jason's lips and leaned forward to kiss my man as he slowly began to fuck our boy. With my left hand I worked Jason's nipple and with the right, I worked Brock's. Slowly, I began to fuck Jason's mouth, leaning forward toward Brock and ramming in and out while my tongue swabbed Brock's hot tongue, sucking it down my mouth aching for his taste. Jason began to moan with pleasure and press his tight, muscled ass back into Brock's now quick and rapid cock-strokes. Quickly, a sheen of sweat was lathering all three of our bodies and I deftly moved my cock and placed my hole over Jason's still sucking lips.
"Eat my ass boy, get it good and wet, tongue that fuckin' hole."
"Yes sir," I heard him mumble as he greedily began to lick at my hairy ass.
"Shit, Luke! Fuck this hole feels good. I can't wait to see what you get me for my fuckin' birthday" Brock joked as he fucked the boy every harder. I leaned forward into him again, burying my mouth against his as I pressed my hungry hole down over Jason's mouth and tongue, burying him with my hot ass.
"I gotta have some of that now, Brock," I yelled, standing. I swabbed and lubed my cock, and swung Brock from behind. Slowly, he extracted his big cock from the boy's ass with a long, sucking sound as he pulled out.
Holding his legs in the air, Jason smiled at me and begged me to fuck him. "Please Coach, I wanna feel you too. Fuck me again."
With one stroke I entered that stretched hole of my hot, muscle-boy.
"God-damn, that's hot, Babe," Brock said from behind me. "But I'm not done yet."
"Quit talking and stick that cock up my ass," I ordered him over my shoulder. I leaned over our boy and pressed my cock all the way into the hilt, sticking my tongue as far down his throat as possible at the same time. Brock ripped off the tight rubber, added a bit more lube and pressed his throbbing cock head into my sphincter. Pressing down, I opened up for him and felt the spastic pain and pleasure as my man's cock split my hole, filling me all the way.
"Oh yeah, Luke," Brock gasped, as he humped my back, grabbing me from both sides with his massive arms. We interlocked in a dual rhythm, my cock writhing into the boy's raised hole and Brock's huge cock riding into my ass on every upward stroke, filling my throbbing ass with pleasure as my cock head pulsed with the heat from Jason's molten ass.
"Fuck, Doc, I can't hold it anymore, " Jason groaned, "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" His pendulous dick shot it's first white load straight up, creaming my mouth and chin, and chest. Three more molten spasms of jizz erupted from him, coating his own hairless chest and belly. I felt his asshole grip my cock tighter as he let loose his barrage. The combination of this gloved hole pressing me and the pounding 9-incher in my ass was too much.
"Fuck Brock, I'm gonna cum too."
"Stay with me, Babe," Brock moaned as he fucked me harder. "I'm almost there, ride it out. Yeah, yeah, just like that."
I pressed back into him, harder, and then dove deep into the boy's ass, plowing him hard as my cock head exploded with man-juice.
"Fuuuuck," I cried out and leaned over my boy, kissing him hard. Instantaneously, I felt Brock grab my hips, hard, and impale my ass with his huge dick. Then, I could feel his hot seed flooding me, searing into my hot bowel with his multiple shots of passion. He bit my shoulder and continued to press into me as I braced hard against him with my muscled thighs. My head swam with pain and pleasure, unlike any fuck I'd ever remembered with Brock or anyone.
We semi-laid there in that balletic pose for moments, all three of us panting, until Brock slowly extricated himself from my hole and I gave him a long, passionate kiss over my shoulder. Then I gently pulled my still-hard cock from Jason's used hole, and lowered his lithe legs.
"Well J," I said softly, "looks like you've gotten to know us a bit better than I planned."
Brock slid onto the bed beside Jason and then pulled me on top of them. "I think," he said, "that we may all get to know each other better before this night is over." Then he first kissed me and then Jason. With his strong arms, he pulled us both in for a huge hug.
Jason squirmed to the edge of the bed.
"Where you going, Slugger?" I asked.
He laughed. "Not far, Coach, just gotta piss." We all laughed as he padded to the toilet.
"Damn," I whispered into Brock's strong neck.
"Damn! Is right," he countered.
"Thanks," I said.
"Thank you," he kissed.
Then, raising up and looking straight into those bright blue eyes, into that face that I loved more than anyone, I asked, "Can we keep him?"
Giggling, he spun me over on the bed, pressing on top of me and covering me with his kisses.