Shawn

SHAWN By Lee Mariner

JULY 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy involving homosexual acts between consenting young men. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters are completely fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Geographic locations are generic and in no way reflect the lifestyle of locations used.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES.

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Copyright: 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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• • • • • • • • • Chapter #9

Mark opened his zipper and we could see thick light brown almost a dirty blond hair, he wasn't wearing briefs. Shawn and I stood, our shorts around our ankles transfixed by the sheer beauty of the most magnificent physique that I had seen besides Shawn's.

Hearing Shawn inhale quickly almost gasping and exhale in a soft a low sigh, I looked at him. His soft brown eyes gleamed with lust, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips as he watched Mark remove his shorts. My mind flashed back for an instant to the last time I had seen that look in the eyes of another person. A sharp pain hit me in the gut as if a knife had been thrust in my heart.

The sun shown on Marks bronze almost golden body and it was like a shimmering halo of golden light surrounded him, his muscles rippling and glistening, reflected by a light sheen of perspiration as he walked to the diving board. Adonis, son of Myrrha, consort and beloved of Aphrodite was resurrected, alive!! He stood revealed in all of his magnificent blinding beauty, his thick flaccid cock hanging from a silky mass of golden hair resting on walnut size testicles. He stood momentarily at the end of the diving board like a smooth beautifully sculpted statue twisting his torso, stretching smooth defined muscles.

Taking two steps, he sprang up into the air the momentum of his powerful thigh muscles and the diving board sending his gleaming body into the air like an arrow and into a perfect jackknife. Powerfully muscled arms extended in front of him, he cut the water like a sharp blade leaving only tell tale rings where he entered the water.

Surfacing at the edge of the pool, shaking the water from his golden hair he laughed, brilliant even teeth gleaming as his eyes flashed, shining.

"Are you going to join me or stand there half naked? You can swim in your briefs if you like but it's more comfortable without them."

Glancing at Shawn standing beside me, the trance was broken. He looked into my eyes for a moment before we pushed our briefs down from our hips and we dove into the pool from the side. The water was tepid and crystal clear and opening my eyes, I could see Shawn swimming like a dolphin beside me. Surfacing on the opposite side of the pool, we emerged like Mark had shaking the water from our hair and eyes.

"Hey." Mark exclaimed. "You looked great diving in together like that. Do you swim often?"

Pushing off from the side of the pool and with three powerful strokes he knifed across the width of the pool gliding towards us. Standing just a foot or so from us little golden flecks flashed in his eyes a grin on his face. His chest was not even heaving from the effort. He ran his hands over his smooth hard muscled chest and flat stomach into his groin.

"No we don't or haven't Mark." Shawn said glancing at me for an instant as he spoke. "Where did you learn to dive like that?"

"I joined the swimming team when I started college. Swimming is okay but I like the excitement of diving especially on the springboard. Its like flying when you hit it just right and the board thrusts you upwards. I thought about joining the wrestling team but I learned the weight room was open too any of the students."

He was right. He did look like a golden bird being released into the air and I couldn't help but think that everything Mark did would be close too perfect. The perfection of his physique was stunning. Shawn was gorgeous and almost matched Mark in that perfection. I could feel a tightening in my gut remembering the look I had seen in his eyes as he looked at Mark poised naked on the diving board.

Mark smiled, swimming off. "Who wants to pace a few laps? How about it Shawn? I like swimming with someone alongside setting the pace. Uncle Lee and I swim together and pace each other."

"Go ahead Shawn, I'm not that much at lap swimming."

"You don't mind Kev?

"Nah, I'll just watch." I said and Shawn sliced through the water catching Mark on the return lap and swung in beside him.

It was like watching two golden dolphins slicing through the water powerful shoulder muscles rippling as they swam in sync with each other. It was like seeing Michelangelo's David and Adonis, Greek God of beauty swimming side by side in a crystal clear pool shimmering like diamonds in the sunlight.

Shawn's golden mane shined in the sunlight his hard muscled arms and shoulders rippling with each powerful stroke. Both of their powerful bodies glistening from the wetness and the brilliant hot sun beaming down as they matched each other stroke for stroke.

The feelings I had for Shawn swelled within me but there was a haunting thought nagging at the back of my mind as I watched them gliding through the water. Why did I think it was happening again and the fear of losing Shawn rose like a specter in my mind? It felt like I was drifting, reality leaving me. Did Shawn want Mark or was I being foolish watching him enjoying swimming with Mark, both of them laughing as they swam side by side. They both were evenly matched and maybe I resented not being able to swim as they did.

Shawn had told me he loved me and we had made love just a couple of hours ago and our passion for each other was there when he said it. Was I jealous and trying to cover it thinking I was going too lose him or maybe I wanted Mark for myself? That wasn't right or was it? God but being gay and feeling the way I was overwhelmed me. My head was spinning with confusion and self doubt and I ducked down into the cool water trying to relieve the pressure that built behind my eyes.

Shawn and Mark had broke off swimming and glided towards me. "You alright Kev? You look a little flushed." Shawn asked looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. I guess the sun is a little hotter then I thought. You guys go ahead and swim, I'll sit up in the shade for a few minutes. I'll be okay Shawn, don't stop because of me. You both look great swimming together."

"He's right Shawn, it is getting hotter. Why don't we get in the hot tub for a little while? That might help you cool off and feel better Kevin and then we can dress for dinner."

We swam to the chrome ladder at the shallow end of the pool, the "pee boy" statue emptying his bladder forever into the pool. Even it was affected by the sun and gleamed brilliantly. Mark swung up out of the pool, Shawn and I following the water running off of us. I don't really know why I shied away for a second as Shawn put his arm around my shoulders and he looked at me puzzled for a moment looking into my eyes and I leaned against him.

"I'm sorry Shawn, I felt just a little dizzy for a second there."

"You had me concerned babe. Would you rather we go up and lie down for a while and skip the hot tub? Mark won't mind."

"No, I'm alright, let's go ahead. It might make me feel better in out of the sun." He squeezed my shoulders pulling me tight against him as we walked and I felt better. I was probably being silly thinking the way I was. Mark was leading the way and Christ, who wouldn't lust after him. I remembered the way I wanted Shawn when we first met.

Mark moved with long graceful athletic strides on the balls of his feet. His muscles swelled, rippling across his broad bronzed back as he moved and opened the doors leading into the cabana where the hot tub was. The tub was located in the center of the room on a double-tiered dais.

The floor was covered in a thick water absorbent soft rose-colored carpet and there were several webbed chairs and lounges scattered around with small glass topped end tables. Two large windows had been installed in the ceiling with bronze colored opaque shades that could be drawn shut cutting out the sun when the windows were open or closed. Mark pushed buttons on a console on the wall just inside the door and the windows opened but he left the shades closed and the room was bathed in a soft almost pinkish light. Music flooded the room as he walked to where a bar had been built in along one wall. Black and white lithographs of well developed young men in various poses, some almost erotic, hung on cream-colored walls.

"Would you like something cold before we get in the tub? Maybe a glass of Sprite, Mountain Dew or better yet, water?"

"Water for both of us I think Mark. Is that okay with you Kev?"

"Yeah Shawn, water will be fine. I can see why your uncle wouldn't want to sell this place Mark, its really fantastic. You have everything you could want here. Those are beautiful reproductions on the walls, where did you get them?"

" They are limited edition lithographs by Tom of Finland. I think Uncle Lee went just a little overboard when he had the place remodeled. We both had different ideas of what we wanted and this is the result," he said, talking as he brought us our drinks. "I hope you don't think I am trying to impress you Kevin? I thought you and Shawn might enjoy staying here rather than the motel. From what you have said about your family, I think it might take a little more then this to do that."

Taking the drink from his hand, I shivered just a little moving closer to Shawn. He leaned over whispering in my ear.

"Lets get in the tub before you catch a chill Kev. I don't want you getting sick."

Funny. I thought, here's Mark magnificently naked, thick flaccid cock just inches away, smiling and Shawn, just as gorgeous and he was concerned about me. None of us had shown any sign of getting excited even as naked as we were and that struck me as being odd. Three virile gay young men together like we were would normally lead to some type of sexual relationship but we seemed to be more interested in forming a friendship.

Placing our drinks in the holders provided around the tub, we slipped in the warm bubbling water. I felt the tension draining from me as tight muscles relaxed. Shawn sat close with his arm behind me on the lip of the tub and Mark sat on the opposite side of the tub. Thoughts of Erik's foot pressing into my groin nuzzling my balls and cock flashed in my mind. Fortunately or unfortunately this tub was a lot larger then the one in the motel and I had the guilty feeling of wishing it was a little smaller hoping I would feel Mark's foot pressing into my groin The telltale feeling of desire surged at the base of my cock. I felt like I was caught between a rock and a hard place, loving one and thinking of another.

The warm water was soothing and my mind drifted back over the last few days and all that had happened to me and meeting Shawn. It was as if he and I were on a merry-go-round reaching for the gold ring and just missing it on each revolution. Thoughts of Erik in the motel hot tub, meeting Mark, the buffet on the boat learning more about him swirled around my in my mind. I snuggled closer to Shawn, his strong arm around me.

They were talking about Lake George, the surrounding Adirondack Mountains and the ferryboat ride across Lake Champlain, driving through Burlington on the way to Stowe. I wasn't really listening as I drifted in a reverie of thought until Shawn touched my shoulder asking me a question that I didn't hear but I heard a phone ringing from somewhere.

"Sorry, I wasn't listening Shawn. What did you say?" I answered, turning my head as Mark stepped out of the tub, flaccid cock swinging like a pendulum, his smooth muscles rippling as he left the room.

"I asked if you were feeling better."

"Oh sure, I feel much better. Where did Mark go?"

"He's answering the telephone. You sure you're feeling okay?

We could hear snatches of the conversation Mark was having with someone on the phone in another room and I felt Shawn's arms slid around me, pulling me closer. His lips met mine, his hot tongue searching, exploring my mouth twisting with mine. He hand gripped my swelling cock and I reached for his feeling its length hardening, growing. The heat of passion was spreading in my groin as he stroked me gently, the warm water running over its exposed head, the warmth and movement of the water sending electric feelings surging through me.

I closed my eyes as Shawn ran his hands over my thumping chest and down into my groin gently squeezing my balls and I could feel his heart beat in every throb of his hard cock. Shawn broke the kiss and a light cough brought my eyes open, Mark stood at the foot of the dais a broad grin on his face. His cock looked like it was half hard and I know Shawn and I were blushing under his gaze, golden flecks flashing in his hazel eyes.

"That was Uncle Lee on the phone, I'll tell you about it later. It looks like Kevin is feeling better but I don't think it was because of the hot tub. I'm going on upstairs for a shower before dinner, come on up when your ready. Close the doors when you leave, please," he said smiling, glancing at us as he threw a towel over his shoulder from the pile on one of the tables and walking out. We felt like two schoolboys embarrassed at being caught jerking off together in bed.

Shawn chuckled softly after Mark had left. "You sure lost your hard in a hurry."

"From what I'm holding you did too. Boy you got me hot as hell and him right in the other room. Did you see his cock? He didn't look as embarrassed as we were but it was growing when he left."

"Mmmmmmmm you noticed that did you? He looks like he might be as big if not bigger then either one of us. I sure was glad we got in the pool when we did. I could feel my cock starting to get hard when he stripped. Have you ever seen a body like his? He is fantastic."

"Not much more then you Shawn, your built as well as he is. He's only a little taller then you and he is no more charming then you are. You both looked like Greek Gods swimming together. I could see you were enjoying that."

"Yeah, I was. He really can swim and I liked being able to match up with him. Did you see the way his muscles moved, the smoothness and the power he had in each stroke?"

"I was watching both of you Shawn. You were swimming right with him and the sun made your hair and body shine like gold and your muscles rippled and glistened. It reminded me of when I first saw you standing beside the road."

I snuggled close to Shawn in the water running my hands over his sharply sculpted chest muscles and wiggled my fingers in his thick silky pelvic bush. He twisted sideways looking in my eyes.

"He has a great body but so do you Kev. You always talk about me but your physique, your cock is enough for me." He whispered kissing me softly.

We sat in the tub holding each other for a few more minutes before getting out. Handing him a towel from the table Mark had taken one, I slipped my arms around his waist and kissed his chest and then looked at his face.

"Don't get mad at me Shawn for asking this, but would you go to bed with Mark if he asked you too?"

"What makes you think he wouldn't ask you Kev? Why should he ask either one of us? He might like to be in bed with both of us at the same time like we did with Erik but he hasn't made any moves that would show he would except half a hardon when he saw us kissing in the tub. If either one of us saw two guys making out like that we would probably get excited, don't you think? If anything happens like that, lets cross that bridge if and when we should get there."

His chest was rising and falling, his heart beating rapidly as he answered and I thought he might be a little angry with me for asking such a question. I lay my head on his chest holding him tight.

"I'm sorry Shawn, I shouldn't have asked you that. Lets go on upstairs, okay?"

The sun was setting over the trees to the west, casting shadows over the pool. The little boy was still peeing into the pool as we went up the stairs to our bedroom. The music had been changed and the soft strains of Brahms floated through the rooms. The door into Marks room was slightly ajar and we could hear his shower running as we went into our room, there were two dark blue terry cloth robes lying on the bed.

"We should get ourselves a couple of robes Shawn, then we wouldn't need to use other peoples."

We were finishing our unpacking when there was a light knock on the door and Mark entered clad in a thick white robe. His hair was disheveled and he had a fresh scrubbed look and we were still naked.

"I hope I'm no disturbing you but I was wondering if you were feeling better Kevin or if there was something you might need?"

"Nothing that I can think of except thanks for the robes, we should have put them on. I just mentioned to Shawn we should get our own. I'm feeling much better, thanks. Hope we didn't embarrass you before in the hot tub cabana. We sort of got carried away what with the warm water bubbling around us, it was stimulating."

Shawn picked up the robes and tossed one to me as Mark chuckled.

"Now who is embarrassed? No Kevin, you and Shawn being nude does not bother me. On the contrary, I enjoy seeing good-looking men nude or dressed appropriately so that they are admired and envied. Hiding the beauty and development of ones body is ridiculous as long as it is not flaunted or done to embarrass someone else. When I told you that we swim nude it didn't seem to bother you. If I had thought it would it, I would not have mentioned it or exposed myself. As a rule Uncle Lee and I never dress when we are alone although once in awhile he wears an athletic supporter. Seeing you and Shawn embracing was exciting and reminded me of an incident I had in a hot tub in Louisville, Kentucky with someone who has become very close to me as a result of it. You did answer one question although I was pretty sure of the answer beforehand. Both of you blush beautifully and I admit it excited me. I left so you could be alone. I hope you understand what I am trying to say. You both are attractive, I enjoy your company and I liked you when we first met. Not everyone is an Erik; there are some people different than he is. You and Shawn are not like Erik, he would love to be here with us but that will never happen. I'm not a snob about things, just a little more discreet and cautious then some." He said turning to leave.

"Mark, please. What did Erik tell you, would you mind telling us?"

There was a slight hesitation before he spoke. "I'm sorry Kev, I shouldn't have said that about Erik. I'm not a gossip but Erik likes disclosing what he considers conquests. He told me about you and he in the hot tub and his attempt at seducing you before Shawn and I returned from the weight room and then about the evening with you and Shawn. I don't like that Kev, what people do between themselves is private and not for bragging about. The three of you together was none of my business and I really should have stopped him when he started bragging about it. That was and is your business. I know more about Erik and what he is like then you. I confess when we first met I liked him and was tempted but he and I together was a little closer to home then I or Uncle Lee like."

"That little son-of-a-bitch." Shawn was fuming and clinching his fists breathing hard. "He needs his ass kicked. Christ, the nerve. Can you believe it?"

"It happens Shawn and I agree with you. Kicking his ass would solve nothing though. His type will usually harm themselves more in the long run so I wouldn't worry about it. I doubt many gay or straight people put much stock in what he says knowing what he is. Neither one of you should worry about him."

"You may be right Mark but it just pisses me off. I hope it doesn't make any difference between us. Kevin and I really appreciate you inviting us here." Shawn said his eyes locked with Marks. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to control his feelings.

"If it had I would never have invited you. See you in the den when your ready, I'm starved and you will like the Log Jam."

My admiration for Mark leapt even more as he left the room. I moved too Shawn putting my arms around him, nuzzling the back of his neck feeling his chest still rising and falling under my arms. He was still seething with anger.

"Calm down lover. If Mark is half the man his uncle must be then he is a hell of a man and I envy both of them. We may be a couple of years older then him but we have a lot yet to learn. Lets get showered and dressed, I'm hungry too."

Shawn and I showered together as always. Mark had said dress was casual so we both dressed in Docker slacks with open throated golf shirts we had bought earlier and matching penny loafers. Checking each other over we went down to the den where Mark was waiting.

He stood as we walked in his eyes running over the both of us. He was wearing brushed doe skin slacks and a similar golf shirt with a gold neck chain. Dressed or undressed he looked fantastic and exuded a charisma that drew you too him. I started to compliment him on how well he was dressed when he broke in.

"See what I mean about dressing to compliment yourselves? You both look great and I love those Docker slacks. I should have worn a pair. How about we use your SUV Kevin, it's a little more comfortable than my car?"

"Sure but you drive since you know where we are going," handing him the keys.

He flipped a few switches before opening the door. Soft hidden lights illuminated the exterior of the house and large spotlights in the trees and underwater lights lit the pool and surrounding area. The "Pee Boy" statue gleamed from the spots that were directed at him. Recessed green lights in the overhang illuminated the pool furniture. Lights had been installed strategically and the entire area was bathed in soft direct and indirect lights. I let out a low whistle as we walked to the SUV.

"Did you forget anything when you landscaped this place Mark? It's even more beautiful at night under the lights."

"Not that I can think of Kev, it was done professionally by two men Uncle Lee brought up from Dover."

Mark opened the driver side door and released the door locks. Shawn sat in front with Mark and I sat in the rear wishing there was no console so I could be in between them. Nothing had been forgotten as I noticed the string of lights that illuminated either side of the driveway.

The Log Jam Restaurant is located at the intersection of Routes 9 & 149 and the drive from Mark's took less then half an hour. The building sat on well-landscaped grounds with a large parking lot located in the rear of the building. One of its best features was the rustic look of being built entirely from logs and had he appearance of being a rambling log home not a restaurant. Contrary too many restaurants, it did not have a garish neon lit signs in front but a very tastefully designed rustic sign done in gold and black lettering with a single spotlight on either side where it could be seen by people driving from either direction on the two highways.

The number of cars parked in the rear seemed to indicate the popularity of the restaurant but we were able to park fairly close.

A tall fence had been installed on two sides of the parking lot effectively blocking any view of people and cars leaving. Behind one wall, activity could be heard and I assumed it was the "deck" that Mark had referred to when he placed the reservations with a Mr. Buckley. A mulch covered pathway led to the entrance through tall Blue Spruce trees and flowerbeds. There was a rustic duel doorway with amber colored windows containing grids and framed by two large matching carriage lights that gave enough light without being too bright. I couldn't help but think that they had taken a lot of pains and at some expense in erecting the building and wondered what the interior was like as Mark opened the door leading the way.

The rustic theme had been carried on inside. The main dining room was filled with wooden plank furniture all polished to a high shine. A very large stone fireplace dominated the room and looked large enough for a man to walk into. A waist high wooden wall with columns surrounded the dining area affording customers the comfort of being able to move around the dining room without wending their way through the tables. There were breaks conveniently placed giving access so customers could be escorted to their tables. Just off of the entrance on the right was a fairly good-sized bar/lounge area strategically placed where people could wait if their tables were not quite ready or they just wanted an evening libation or a light meal?

A lighted podium stood about 8' inside the door and a good looking young man, maybe in his 30's was dressed very casually in a short sleeved white open throated shirt and dark slacks looked up as we entered. His face lit up in a bright smile as he moved from around the podium his hand extended.

"Mark, it's good seeing you again. You're looking well as usual. Are these the friends you spoke of?" His eyes shined, glancing at Shawn and I as he shook Marks hand.

"Good seeing you again Henry. Yes, this is Kevin Karper and his companion Shawn Malone. They are staying with me for a few days. I've bragged on the Log Jam and told them how good the food is."

"You know we never let you down Mark, Nice meeting you Mr. Karper, Mr. Malone. We think a lot of Mark and his uncle. Where is Lee, not with you this trip?"

"He is Albany on business Henry. He may be up tomorrow if he is lucky and things work out on the B&B he is negotiating for or we may meet him I Stowe. I've invited Kevin and Shawn to join us if they can work it in their travel plans."

"I sure hope he is able to come up, I'd love to see him again. You guys don't make it up our way often enough. Let me take you out on the deck, your table is ready. I'll see if we can't do something for your friends since you've put me on the spot. Carlos might be in later and I'll let him know you are here if he should."

Henry collected 3 menus from the podium and spoke briefly with a young man that had moved to the podium as he was talking with Mark. He was tall, maybe a little over 6', with brilliant well-groomed blond hair and even in the subdued lighting I could see his eyes were bright emerald green. He was wearing a spangled black cowboy shirt and dark slacks His clothing fit as if tailored for him. His shoulders were wide and it was obvious he had the "classic V" build of someone who took care of himself and he was probably in his 20's

Turning with the menus under his arm, Henry nodded in the direction we would go. "Paul will take care of the front for me Mark, you remember him don't you?"

"Yes I do, hi Paul. How are you?"

"Fine Mark, welcome back, we've missed you. Good seeing you again." He smiled as we followed Henry; his teeth were even and brilliant white, indicating further that he took care of his appearance.

Henry and Mark were talking as we followed and I was looking around the restaurant when I felt Shawn's hand on my arm.

"I don't think there are any girls serving Kev, have you noticed that? All young good looking men."

"I have, all of them seem to be yours and my age. Did you notice the one named Paul and how friendly he seemed to be with Mark? He is a stunner and unless I miss my guess, he's gay."

"And I'm pretty sure I know what your thinking. I couldn't say I would blame Mark that guy is a real hunk and I'll go you one better. I have a hunch his friend Henry is gay as well; he didn't blink when Mark introduced us as companions. Remember what Mark was telling us about him and his uncle and how he likes knowing people?"

Shawn was right from what I could see, there were only young men serving the tables. They all were dressed in the same style, as Paul except their shirts were white while his was black. I wondered if there was some significance to that. On the other side of the huge fireplace there was a smaller dining room and the wall on the back of the fireplace was decorated with various types of farming equipment with a large oxen yoke as the focal point. Henry was leading us towards two large half-glass buck style doors also with grids that led out onto the "deck". Opening one of the doors Henry stood back holding it for us.

The "deck" was large with, at a glance, maybe 15 tables of the same type that were inside. Each table had a smaller version of the carriage lights that were at the front entrance and contained votive type candles. Instead of table clothes, there were blue-checkered cloth place mats. Each place was set with heavy stainless steel utensils and old-fashioned Mason canning jars with handles. A unique touch, but I would bet not cheap. A trellis covered the "deck" and English Ivy mixed with Virginia Creeper vines had grown over the trellis giving the effect of enclosing everyone in an additional room.

We were seated at a table that gave a clear view of the rest of the "deck". After we were seated, Henry placed a menu on the table before each of us.

Leaning over Mark's shoulder he said quietly, "Paul will be out shortly. Enjoy your dinner. Hopefully Carlos will be in but if not I'll see you before you leave. It' good having you gentleman with us, I hope we can live up to Mark's recommendation."

Henry spoke briefly to a young man before leaving, his arm waving towards our table and he glanced our way for just a second smiling as Mark spoke.

"Well, what do you think of the Log Jam? We really enjoy eating here. Henry is a great guy; I hope you get a chance to meet Carlos. He and Henry are the owners. They've made several business contact for Uncle Lee since we have been coming here."

"In a word Mark, overwhelming. I love the rustic décor. What do you think Shawn?"

He had been looking around while I answered Marks question and I tapped his hand. "Shawn."

"What!! Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say? I wasn't listening, sorry."

"Mark asked about the restaurant, what do you think of it?"

"We don't have anything like it in Kentucky that I know of. Must've cost a bundle to build it and I have never seen so many good looking men & no women serving."

Mark chuckled under his breath looking at me grinning. "You noticed that did you? There are good-looking men in Kentucky from what I have seen, at least in Louisville. Where do you live there Shawn?"

"My dad has a small dirt farm in a small town called Corinth just south of Cincinnati. You probably haven't heard if it. It's about halfway between Cincinnati and Lexington where Churchill Downs is at."

"Your right about not knowing about it. Uncle Lee and I stayed in Louisville when we were there last."

"I didn't know where it was either Mark until Shawn told me but I want too someday if he takes me there."

"Of course I will Kev but its just a dirt farm, not much too it. Dad barely makes a living."

"I like Kentucky Shawn, my parents live in Cincinnati and Uncle Lee and I have close friends in Louisville. Where do your parents live Kev?"

"In Richmond, Virginia hut I don't see them very often. I have my own apartment there, a sort of base of operations."

"That sounds like my uncle, we have a home in Dover and a cottage on the Outer Banks in North Carolina but he is away quite a bit of the time on business. You and he should get along real well if you travel that much."

I was about to speak when Paul came to our table and he looked even more stunning then he had inside.

"Thanks for asking Henry for me Mark, I appreciate it, I always enjoy serving you. I know you don't drink but would your friends like something from the bar?" "I'm sorry Paul, this is Shawn & Mark. They are on vacation headed for Boston eventually. I asked them to stay with me while they are here in Lake George. I think Mark has been here before but not Shawn."

"Friends of Mark are always welcome at the Log Jam, nice meeting you." He said extending his hand.

Paul had a strong, firm grip not limp like so many people have when they shake hands. His green eyes shone brilliantly and bored right into yours, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Looking, I thought discreetly, at him as he shook Shawn's hand the thought flashed in my head that he would be the type Mark would be attracted too.

Shawn ordered a Samuel Adams and I asked for a dry martini.

"Would you like to order now or wait until after you have your drinks?"

"I don't think they have had a chance to look at the menu Paul, give us a minute unless maybe I could order for all of us? Do you like fish or a good steak?"

"I would enjoy the fish Mark, how about you Shawn? Fish or steak?"

"A good steak for me with the trimmings, I'm famished."

"Good. Paul, Kevin and I will have the Grouper and the Filet Mignon for Shawn with a side order of steak fries."

"I think he will enjoy the filet Mark and the grouper and lobster just came in this morning. I'll be right back with your drinks."

Paul did not write our orders down but that was not uncommon with good restaurants. Most servers were trained in the ability to memorize and some even took memory courses. Very likely Paul could tell you every item on the menu from memory. He moved with much the same athletic grace that Mark did; he had the same air of confidence but not arrogantly. I detected a faint odor of Coty's Aspen cologne after he left, one of my favorites. I didn't realize I had been staring until Shawn whispered over my shoulder and Mark chuckling softly.

"He is quite a hunk isn't he Kev? Think you will be able to eat your dinner?"

My face must have gone blood red from the heat I felt looking into Shawn's laughing eyes. "Geez babe, I'm sorry. I didn't think I was staring."

Shawn and Mark both laughed at my embarrassment and I couldn't help but grin.

"No need denying it Shawn, it would be a lie if I tried. He is extremely attractive but no more then you."

"Touché" Kev." Mark said grinning. "That should have gotten you off the hook and I agree with your observation. Henry and Carlos have, in my opinion, the best looking serving crew in Lake George. Most of them are young college men from several of the colleges close by. From what I understand, they are referred by the college placement services that try and find jobs for students during the summer."

"From what I see they certainly are that." I said. "Do many of them return or is it just for the summer season?"

"I'm not really sure about that Kev but they probably are. This is Paul's second year that I do know. Shawn or you would be excellent candidates if you would be interested in waiting tables, they make excellent money."

"I never thought about that kind of work, I usually hook up with a circus or carnival during the summer. I always liked the traveling and not staying in one place. I had just left Ringling Bros. When I met Kev. Lucky day for me." Shawn said softly, squeezing my hand and looking in my eyes when I glanced at him.

"I would say so, but let me tell you about Uncle Lee's call earlier today."

Paul came with our drinks just as Mark was about to relate the call he had gotten. My martini was served in a cocktail glass. I had halfway expected it would be served in one of the Mason jars like Shawn's beer. Paul poured Shawn's beer and Marks Schweppes' tonic water both in frosted mugs.

"You remembered Paul, thanks."

"I've never served you anything else. Your dinners should be ready shortly."

The martini was excellent and Shawn must have enjoyed his beer since he almost drained the 10oz jar before sitting it down with a satisfied sigh.

"Boy, that was good. I like the jars they use here, reminds me of back home when Mom does her canning."

"I never acquired the taste for beer or any alchol, not really all that much on soft drinks either. Okay, I was about to tell you about Uncle Lee. I told him you were staying with me and he would like to meet you but he is tied up in Albany. He got the B&B in Stowe after talking with the owners in Albany. He has to wait for one of the attornies to finish paperwork and that won't be until sometime tomorrow. He wants me to drive down tomorrow and meet him. We will stay overnight in Albany and then drive on to Stowe."

"But that means we will have to move back into a motel if you are leaving tomorrow." Shawn said just before me.

"You can if you want but Uncle Lee suggested you stay in the house and then take the ferry at Keeseville across Lake Champlain to Burlington. From Burlington you take I89 south and its not that far before you reach Stowe. He and I will probably cross over into Vermont on Rt. 4 or 9 and pickup I89 north at White River Junction. We should reach Stowe about the same time as you."

"That means you will be driving two cars dosen't it? Do you really mind if we stay another night in your house? Sure would be better then going back to a motel but you only just met Shawn and I."

Just as he was about to speak again, Paul and another young man rolled a cart up beside the table with our dinner.

The young man with Paul assisted him serving our dinner and then filled the Mason jars on the table with ice water. His eyes were sort of downcast but he was glancing at the three of us as he served and then removed the empty glasses from the table. He looked like he was just learning as he followed Paul's lead.

"Anything else I can help you with Paul?" He asked.

"No thanks Mal, I appreciate the help."

The young man rolled the cart away before Paul said, "he is just learning but I think he will do alright. Enjoy your dinners."

"Is he in school Paul?" Mark asked.

"Just graduated from Lake George High School. I think he is trying to get in a vocational school in Rutland. Henry hired him as a sort of busboy/waiter for now to help him out. Carlos orders most of our produce from the company his dad works for. Business is picking up and Henry put me on another table. One waiter called in he couldn't make it tonight so that's another reason for Malcom being on the floor helping with serving. I'll check back in a few minutes."

Business had picked up without us noticing. Shawn didn't waste any time eating and the aroma from the dish in front of me was causing my mouth to salivate. All three of us ate quietly for a few minutes. The food was delicious as Mark had said it would be. I had never eaten grouper and lobster in combination before. Shawn was obviously enjoying his filet mignon from the way it was disappearing.

Mark was enjoying the way we both seemed to be enjoying the meal.

"Is your steak okay Shawn?"

"Jimminy yes, I've never had anything like it. Right how I'm enjoying it, you can tell me what all the trimmings are later."

He looked at me and we both smiled while Shawn ate. It didn't take long and we all three were finished. Paul returned and asked if we wanted a dessert that we declined but Shawn asked for another beer and I ordered another martini. After Paul had returned with the drinks I asked Mark about the travel plans and staying overnight in his house after he had left.

"That's right Kevin, I had almost forgotten while we were eating. Uncle Lee is turning his rental car in and we will be driving my car. He always rents a car when he is this far from home. He flew up to Albany and I drove up. I couldn't get away at the same time as he and I prefer driving if I can. You and Shawn are more then welcome to stay in the house tomorrow after I leave and overnight. It was Uncle Lees suggestion after I sort of told him you were on something like a honeymoon, hope you don't mind?"

"Well we sure appreciate. What's our share for dinner?"

"Nothing Kevin, you are my guests remember?"

"If you insist but I wish you would let us share it with you."

He wouldn't hear of it and when Paul returned he asked Mark if he should put it on his uncles account. When he said yes, Paul handed him a check and Mark looked at it, glancing up at Paul.

"Did Henry do that Paul? He shouldn't have."

"He did and you know Henry, won't do you any good saying anything."

"I do, your right but I'll say something on the way out" he said as he signed the check.

"I hope you enjoyed your dinner Kevin, Shawn. It was nice meeting both of you, maybe we will see you again soon."

"We will make it a point to stop the next time we are here in Lake George Paul, thanks for everything it was delicious. Shawn demolished his steak."

"It was great Kev. Thanks Paul, don't pay any attention to what he says."

Paul followed us talking with Mark as we were leaving. I heard Paul say "Will I and then later tonight" I didn't hear anything Mark might have said. Henry was at the podium and as Mark and he were shaking hands Mark must have mentioned something about the check but whatever it was it didn't do any good as Paul had said. We shook hands promising to return and Henry gave Mark a big hug.

"Tell Lee we miss him when you see him Mark."

"I'll see him tomorrow and I will Henry thanks for everything."

The drive back seemed a little longer but probably because of being a little tired, it has been a pretty full day. There was not much said as Mark drove but my brain was full of questions that probably never be answered until later. Shawn had laid his head on the head rest but he wasn't sleeping, just resting. Swimming in the hot sun had probably taken a little more out of him then he realized.

Mark parked beside his car, sitting for a minute before handing me the keys and opening the door.

The night had turned cooler but not uncomfortable. The sky was ink black and the stars blazed like twinkling diamonds being displayed on a black velvet cloth under bright spot lights over a jewelers counter.

I stood for a moment looking upwards when I felt Shawn's strong arms surround me and he whispered in my ear.

"Beautiful aren't they? Which one would you like? I'll leap up and pull it down for you."

I didn't answer feeling all warm inside and I rubbed my cheek against his feeling secure as he held me. Mark had unlocked the door and turning he said.

"If you like, you can sit on the patio. It is a beautiful night, the stars seem to be always brighter in the mountains."

"No thanks, Mark. I think Kevin and I need to get some rest, it has been a long day."

The climb up the steps seemed longer for some reason and it was in my mind to suggest an elevator as we reached the top.

Just as we reached the door into our bedroom Mark turned, surprising both of us with a hug before saying good night.

"I'll see you in the morning, no alarm clock get up when you wake. I won't leave until around noon."

My body seemed to tingle at the feeling of his arms around me his steel hard muscles pressed against me. Shawn and I stood almost in shock watching as he closed the door too his room.

"Damn." Shawn murmured. "He is full of suprises."

We took another shower before going to bed. Our usual playfulness was muted from being tired. We toweled each other down and then slipped into bed laying apart for a few minutes before I slid over spooning my body to Shawns wrapping my arms around his chest holding him gently to me. I could hear his soft breathing, his chest rising and falling. His heart beat with the same rhythm as mine. Gently massaging his chest I slipped my hand down over his flaccid cock whispering in his ear.

"Do you feel like making love Shawn or are you as tired as I am?"

Turning over in my arms putting his around me, his lips met mine in a long gentle passionate kiss his body pressed to mine. Looking into my eyes he nuzzled my nose with his and whispered softly.

"Would it be alright if we just held each other tonight Kev? Just let me feel you laying here holding me."

I didn't answer except to kiss his lips softly holding him to me. His warmth radiated through and over me and we both slipped slowly asleep secure in the love we had between us.

Slipping down into a velvety warm fog I thought I heard footsteps and muffled voice off in the distance as sleep overtook me.

Dreams are where we face and resolve our

problems imagined and real.

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