Super Jeff

The following is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This story is the property of the owner and may not be reproduced without his permission. John Tucker, JETjt@aol.com

SUPER JEFF

Chapter Eleven

JON'S POV

`Why did I explode like that?' I pondered as I recalled the beginning of the fight with Ben. I thought back to how I felt when I realized that Ben was telling me that he was gay. I saw my father's face in my mind, and his raging about his hatred of gays. Somehow all that I'd been taught shot out of my mouth with hate. I recalled Ben's face, which first off registered shock then anger. If words could light a fuse then mine certainly lit Ben's. I knew that he was from the streets since he'd confided as much to me just prior to outing himself. The street fighting instincts showed their face when he attacked me while I laughed at him, landing a punch on my cheek that sent me to the ground. Even though I should have expected exactly what he did, I was still caught off guard and totally unprepared for his fist. My unplanned verbal attack and laughing taunt which led to what I'm sure was an unplanned physical response, only resulted in my own rage. Our fight was bloody and dirty. If I'd have had a chance to bite his nuts off I would've without hesitation. Only his fall over the ledge stopped the fight and kept us from inflicting more damage on each other. As I peered over the drop-off, I saw his twisted, unconscious body below. I grabbed both backpacks and scooted my way down to his side. He was out like a light. I looked in the packs and there was nothing there to help him. I decided that I'd better run for help. Leaving a full canteen of water and draping a sweatshirt over his body which I had straightened a bit to make him more comfortable, I put my backpack on, then started to the camp at a fast trot.

When I got back to camp I found Eric, who was filling in for Chris in our cabin. Taking one look at me he asked if I had fallen. Without thinking, I told him that Ben and I had a fight. He wanted details, but I refused to say anything, telling him that I'd only talk to Jeff, and yelled at him to hurry so we could help Ben. He ran next door and asked Jamie to come with us. Jamie agreed and ran to the Administration Building to report why he and Eric would be gone and to pick up a first aid kit at the Nurse's Office. Returning quickly to the cabins, Jamie found Eric and me ready to climb.

The pace up-hill was hellish. My legs, already tired, screamed in pain as I forced myself to keep up. Two-thirds of the way to the pond we saw Ben staggering down the hill toward us. Once he saw me, he began screaming threats at me and running toward us. Eric ordered me back to the camp, despite my protests. I obeyed as the two counselors moved to intercept Ben. By the time Ben reached their position, I had disappeared into the trees. When I got back to camp, I decided that I'd better get something done about my cuts. I went to the Administration Building, where I saw Mrs. Charles at her reception desk. Taking one look at me she stood, motioning me to follow her into the infirmary.

When I got to the nurse's office Ms. Jones, the nurse, took care of my cuts and bruises. When she finished Mr. Jepperson appeared, telling me that I was to come with him. As I was leaving, I saw Ben being brought in as I was led away to what became my jail cell. I found out later that Ben too had refused to explain our fight, saying he would only tell Jeff our Cabin Counselor when he returned. It had been decided to put us in separate rooms until then.

An hour had passed since I left the first-aid office. It was an hour that gave me time to think and realize that I was really sorry about the fight and my yelling that started it. I felt ashamed at my knee-jerk reaction to Ben's words. It was a reaction that I knew came from hiding the truth about myself, protecting myself from my father's hate. I'd used that defense before to keep attention away from myself. What I'd said to Ben were words straight out of my father's mouth. In the process I had lost a friend, probably the best friend I could ever want. Being honest with myself at last, I realized that I did want him. In my depression I found myself confessing to myself that I wanted him for more than just a friend, even a best friend. I found that I was falling for him. It was me that I had been accusing! I was a fag, a fag that would be hated by his own father! The accepting of that truth made me wish that Ben had killed me. My eyes filled with tears, tears borne of self-hate.

In my miserable state, I barely heard the key being inserted into the lock on the outside door. My tear-stained and combat-battered face turned as I followed the sound and saw the door swinging outward. In the doorway was Jeff with a troubled look on his face. The tears that had been leaking from my eyes now became a flood.

"You look like shit," Jeff remarked as he approached.

"I feel like it too," I replied with a sniff.

"I heard you and Ben got into a little tiff," he said as he sat down in a chair next to me. "Wanna tell me about it?"

He put his arm across my back, and his touch brought an involuntary shiver up my spine.

"I guess," I responded, not knowing just where to begin.

"I'm your friend, you know," he said. "What you tell me is just between us."

I felt better believing he wasn't judging me even though I knew he had to tell the administration guys something.

"You probably figured out that Ben and I became friends," I started.

"Yeah, I noticed. I guess that's why I'm so surprised that you two fought."

"It's my fault," I confessed. "We went up on the mountain for a hike and when we stopped for a rest we began talking."

"That seems harmless enough," Jeff agreed.

"Yeah, but then he told me that he was attracted to me. All at once I figured out that he was telling me that he was queer, and I flew into a hissy-fit. I threw some nasty words at him and called him a hypocrite for picking on weak guys just to get in their asses. It was just like my father was talking. I laughed at him, pointing at him like I was accusing him. Then he took a punch at me, and the fighting started. After mixing it up with some nasty fighting, I hit him a good one. He stumbled backwards and fell over a ledge and down to the ground; I guess it was about ten feet below. It knocked him out. I grabbed the backpacks and climbed down to him. There was nothing I could do but make him comfortable, then I ran back to camp to get help. Eric and Jamie came back with me, then we saw him coming down the hill. He was still pissed and was threatening me as he got near, so I was told to high-tail it back here. When I got back I was taken to the nurse and then locked up."

"How do you feel about it now?" Jeff asked kindly.

"I feel shitty," I admitted. "It took a lot of guts for him to tell me how he felt, and I acted like an asshole. I mean, it was just plain stupid, especially when I'm really hot for him too."

"You mean...?" Jeff asked with a calm voice.

"Yeah... I mean," I confessed. "You're the first person I've ever told. My dad would kill me if he knew."

"I guess we won't tell him then," Jeff said with a smile.

I smiled back, as if Jeff's idea would really do any good. I knew it wouldn't in the long run.

"So you're sorry, right?" Jeff asked.

"I'd get down on my knees and beg Ben's forgiveness, if he'd listen," I offered. "I really was getting to like him a lot. Then I fucked it all up with my big mouth."

"Well, it's not the end of the world," Jeff offered. "I'm pretty sure that Ben really likes you, so there's hope. I'll go talk to him, and then maybe we three can settle this."

"Tell him that I'm really sorry," I pleaded. "I'll do anything to make it up to him."

"I'm sure it would mean a lot more coming from you," he said. "I'll be back in a while. In the meantime, I suggest that you use the restroom, wash your face and blow your nose. Make-up kisses are kinda gross mixed with snot."

I laughed as I visualized what he was saying, yet blushed at the thought of kissing Ben.

"Okay," I said. "I'll be waiting for you to come back."

"I won't be long," he promised with a smile. "Thanks for being honest with me."

"Sure," I said. "Hurry back."

JEFF'S POV

`So far so good,' I thought as I walked down the hall to get to the room where Ben waited. Arriving at the door, I stuck the key I'd been given into the lock and pulled the door toward me. Ben was sitting on a couch with his elbows on his knees and his hands holding a pretty beat-up looking head.

"Hi Ben," I said as he looked up.

With a look that appeared to be embarrassment, he raised his head and nodded his acknowledgement of my arrival.

"I hear that you and Jon got into it," I reported.

"Yeah, an` if I catch the bastard he'll wish I didn't," Ben said with anger still in his voice.

I put my arm around Ben's shoulder. At first he pulled away, then looked into my eyes. My compassion for him must have shown, because tears began to form, then one ran down his cheek. His tough-guy image disappeared, and the young boy who was injured appeared when he leaned into me, wrapping his arms around me, burying his face in my shoulder. He sobbed as I held him, releasing all the hostility that he harbored.

"Why does he hate me?" he blubbered through the tears.

"He doesn't hate you," I replied. "He made a mistake and he's more upset than I know how to tell you."

"I wish that was true," Ben admitted, "but I don' know if I c'n ever trust him again."

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yeah, you're a good guy," he answered. "You're the only one I'd talk to."

"My friend Chris is a good guy too," I offered. "If I'm not around you could talk to him too."

"Is... Is...he yer... boyfriend?" Ben asked as he pulled away, looking at me.

I was surprised at the question. Chris and I had tried hard not to show our attraction to each other around the campers.

"What makes you think he might be?" I evaded answering, wondering where we'd slipped up.

"Uh... I saw ya down by the lake," he admitted, hanging his head.

"Then I guess you know," I replied truthfully. "Yes, we're boyfriends, just like you and Jon might be."

"Ain't much chance o' that!" Ben declared hopelessly. "Jon hates gays."

"Jon's dad hates gays," I amended Ben's reply. "Jon only reacted the way he'd been brainwashed by his dad. In reality Jon's been hiding from the truth in order to avoid a conflict with his old man."

"What truth?" he asked.

"You'll have to ask him," I replied. "I think you'll like the answer though."

"He ain't never gonna wanna talk to me again. Ben said slumping his shoulders. "I popped him a coupla good ones, then threatened him when he and the older guys come back to git me."

"He brought Eric and Jamie back to get you, huh?" I asked. "I guess he must have cared a lot to do that."

"Yeah... I guess. I thought he'd run away and left me. I wasn't thinkin' straight."

"It's understandable," I offered. "What do you feel now?"

"I dunno," he replied. "I jus' hope he'll forgive me fer punchin' him, even if he don't like me no more."

"Do you want to go see him? I think you'll be surprised at how bad he feels about his part in this whole mess."

"Yeah... I guess so. I jus' feel so stoopid."

"I'm sure that you both feel that way," I suggested. "I think it's time to clear this thing up and get on with it."

"'kay. Lemme clean my face up first," he requested.

"Get with it pal," I said with a grin.

Three minutes later we were at the door of Jon's `cell'. I'd left the door unlocked, believing that not to do so would have signaled my lack of trust.

"Wait here," I said as I turned the knob and pulled the door open. Ben stopped as I entered the room.

"You have a visitor," I revealed to Jon who was looking better, but still had a visibly worried countenance.

"Ben?" he asked, torn between hope and a desire to avoid further conflict.

"Yes," I answered. "Don't worry. Everything will be alright."

I again turned the knob and opened the door, signaling for Ben to enter.

As Ben stepped inside, Jon stood.

"Ben, I'm so sorry," he said, tears again filling his eyes. "I was an asshole. Please forgive me."

"Hey, I'm an asshole too," Ben admitted as he moved closer to his friend. "I forgive ya, and hope ya forgive me too fer hittin' on ya."

"It didn't hurt," Jon lied... then said, "...much."

They both broke into laughter as they took each other into an embrace. Then they pulled away, looked at each other, and moved back together as their lips touched.

"Ahem!" I said clearing my throat. "I guess I can leave you guys alone to `talk'. From now on everyone in the camp is gonna call me Bubba when they see us together."

"Huh?" Ben asked. "Bubba?"

"Yeah..." I replied with a smile. "It's a story: ...Bubba died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best friends, Daryl and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together. Daryl arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Daryl said, Yup, his face is burnt up purty bad. You better roll him over.' The mortician rolled him over and Daryl said, Nope, it ain't Bubba. The mortician thought that was rather strange. Then he brought Gomer in to identify the body. Gomer took a look at the body and said, Yep, he's purty well burnt up. Roll him over.' The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, No, it ain't Bubba.' The mortician asked, How can you tell?' Gomer said, Well Bubba had two assholes.' What? He had two assholes?' asked the mortician. Yup, everyone knew he had two assholes. Every time we went to town, folks would say, "Here comes Bubba with them two assholes."'

Jon and Ben fell to the floor laughing, still clutching each other. When they recovered enough to speak, Ben asked giggling... "Which one of us is Gomer?"

They fell into laughter again, which I joined.

At last the laughter stopped and I knew it was time to make my exit.

"You guys can stay here for awhile if you want to talk or whatever," I said with a grin. "I'll be over by the cabins if you want to talk with me."

"You can go down to the lake with Chris if ya want to," Ben replied with a wink. "I know where ta find ya."

"Yeah," I said with a friendly glare, "We still need to talk about that!"

"Woops," Ben said.

"Don't worry about it Gomer," I said with a returned wink as I pulled the door open. "Lock up both offices when you're through. You guys have two hours until lights-out."

I left the boys to their making up and swung by the Administration Building. Carl Jepperson was in his office waiting, along with Jamie.

"Well, what do you have to report?" Carl asked as I entered.

"It was a misunderstanding," I replied. "The boys are burying the hatchet right now and I'm sure there will be no new trouble."

"I guess I'll have to take your word on that," Carl replied. "I hate sending campers home, but sometimes it's the only option."

"That won't be necessary in this case," I reported.

"Do you want to tell us what the fight was about?" Jamie asked.

"I'd really rather not," I answered. "Some of the things we talked about were pretty personal and private. I'd hate for the guys to think that I'd betray their confidences."

"I think that's wise," Carl agreed. "If the campers can't trust their counselors, then this camp experience can't be meaningful. You'd be surprised at how many of the campers, especially those that come from less than desirable circumstances, distrust anyone of the older generations. I must admit that I was a bit concerned about you and Chris being so close to these campers' ages. I was afraid you couldn't handle it, but I was wrong. You've proved it twice already."

"Twice?" I asked.

"Yes, today and the incident earlier between Ben and the smaller camper who's name I believe is Sammy," he responded. "I'm sure you didn't think I knew about that, but there's little that goes on here that I don't hear about. I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you and of how you handled both situations."

I blushed as I stammered, "Thank you sir. I was just lucky I guess."

"Bull shit!" Carl exclaimed. "Luck had nothing to do with it. I can see that I'm embarrassing you though, so I'll shut up. Thanks for the report. I'm glad we're not going to have to send either of them home."

"I'm glad too," I replied. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Now if it's alright, I'll get back to my cabin."

"And to Chris too?" Carl asked.

"Uh... yeah. See you later."

I stood and headed for the door, while thinking, `Jeez, does he know about Chris and me? We're going to have to be more careful.'

I left the building and headed for the cabins. Stopping first at mine, I found the other six guys milling around outside. They gathered around me as I approached. It seems that Sammy had been appointed spokesman.

"Hey Coach," he began. "How are things with Ben and Jon? Are they alright?"

"They're fine," I said. "They just had a little misunderstanding."

"Where are they? Are they going to get thrown out?"

`Does he ever ask one question at a time?' I wondered as I thought of how to respond to him.

"No, they're not going to get thrown out. They should be back here before lights-out."

"I'm glad," Sammy said. "I liked Jon from the beginning, and Ben, who started out being an asshole, has really tried hard to make it up to me and the other guys. We just hoped you wouldn't throw them away."

I was so shocked to think that Sammy or the others would even think that I'd throw away' their two cabin mates that I forgot about Sammy calling me coach'. For a minute I didn't know what to say. I quickly realized that they probably all had, or knew of, friends who had been rejected by one or more of their parents.

"Guys, we're a team," I replied, deciding to use my honorary title to its best advantage. "We stick together. When one or more of us has a problem, we help each other, not turn our backs. When Ben and Jon return, I'd suggest not making a big thing of their disagreement. I know they're trying to get over it, so they need your support, not your nosiness. They'll tell you what they want you to know. I hope you can respect that."

"Don't worry Coach," Sammy said, "We'll be cool."

"I appreciate it guys," I said. "I'm here for you if you need me."

"We know that Coach," Ted, one of the other campers responded. "We think you're the best cabin counselor here."

"I'm glad, but I wouldn't say that too loud," I laughed. "We'll find out soon if we're really a team and if I'm really a good coach. Some of the competitions will be starting this coming week. I think we have a good chance at doing well, but I'd be happy if we just were competitive and learned to work as a team. We'll talk some more about all of that later."

"Okay. Thanks Coach," Sammy said. "You can go see Chris now."

I blanched, thinking, `Jeez! Does everybody know?'

Shaking my head, I just gave the guys a wave and headed for Chris' cabin.

CHRIS' POV

Jeff is amazing. Here it's the end of the second week of camp and he has his campers eating out of his hand. I really like my own campers and I think they like me too, but somehow I just don't have the charisma that Jeff has. It makes me truly humble to see how the kids flock to him like he's some kind of messiah or something. I know that he's handsome and sexy as hell, but straight kids like him as much as gay ones do. And it all seems so effortless for him. He says the right things and everyone falls in line. It's a good thing that he loves me. He makes me feel worthy when I have serious doubts as to my own worth. See, it's not only the campers that need help.

He's changing too. When I first met him, you could talk to him and you'd realize he knew that he was Super Jeff. It's not like he rubbed it in or anything, but somehow you just knew that he was aware of his awesome power over people. For people who are full of self-doubt, he was hard to be around. To be around someone with his presence and charisma is intimidating even if you're normal. If you have no feeling of self-worth, it's devastating. That all has changed. I can't say how and why, but somehow the camping has changed him bit-by-bit. The campers are so vocal, expressing without thinking what they perceive. They call it as they see it and Jeff for one, listens. For example, one of the campers, I think it was Sammy, asked Jeff why he always used big words. Sammy confessed that he didn't always understand what Jeff was trying to say. Jeff was astounded. I guess he never thought about it. That night we talked about what Sammy had said. I realized that I did the same thing sometimes. Suddenly we both were a bit more conscious about what we were saying. In only days I noticed a change in Jeff's vocabulary, with him using more words of the one or two syllable variety and almost completely eliminating polysyllables. I'm sure he was more successful than I, because the change seemed to bring his kids even closer to him than before.

I love him more every day. I'm not terribly religious, but I can't help thanking the Lord for bringing Jeff into my life, and praising His name for letting Jeff love me. We're still at the oral stage of our lovemaking, but he makes me feel so good that I wouldn't care if we never did anything more than what we do now. I just know that my heart is Jeff's to do with what he will. I also know I'm leaving myself wide open to heartbreak, but I believe and trust Jeff when he says he loves me. I know I'd want to die without him now that I know how wonderful life can be with him.

I worry about school. What's going to happen to us? I'm sure that by now many if not most of the campers, counselors and people in administration at the camp know that we're a couple. But it's different here than at school. We've talked about it a couple of times, but as yet haven't decided what we'll do. When Jeff says he wants to `out' himself at school so that our love is open for all to see, it scares me to death. Not just for me either. As I told him, he has far more to lose than I do. Somehow Jeff thinks he can do anything and get away with it. I just don't feel his confidence.

We're going to San Bernardino again tonight for our weekly round of golf. It's also as much to be by ourselves, an impossibility here at camp. I'm waiting for him, lost in these rambling thoughts while he gets permission to leave.

Our running and lifting programs have taken on a life of their own. Two-thirds of the camp now runs with us in the morning. We have to be careful on or crossing roads, since there are nearly 70 kids running with us as well as three or four counselors. We've had to schedule the workout gym too as there are far too many kids that are working out on an every-other day regimen to do it all at once. We've pretty much given up our afternoon free time in order to run the gym program, scheduling work-out sessions around the arts and crafts activities.

Both our cabins are real contenders in the camp games too. Even though things come easy for Jeff, he is a real competitor when he puts his mind to something, even if that something is just coaching' his kids to excel. It's funny, because no one calls him Jeff anymore, it's coach' this or coach' that! Even Mr. Jepperson calls him coach' now.

He helps my guys almost as much as his own. I don't know how he spreads himself around so effectively, but I'd be willing to bet, that there's not a kid in this camp that he hasn't touched. If there was an election today for King, he'd win, hands down. Most incredible is the change in Ben Collins. Oh I know it's not all Jeff's doing, and Jeff would deny that it's any of his doing, but I know better. Ben is a different guy than the belligerent tough-guy that showed himself when we first got to camp. He wears his love for Jon on his sleeve for all to see and can't do enough to make Jon happy. You never see one without the other nearby. The guys in their cabin are happy for them both, even the majority who are straight. The guy that everybody hated and feared is only second in popularity to their counselor, my Jeff. Ben and Jon both look up to Jeff, and won't tolerate even the slightest criticism of him or what he wants them to do. I know that Jeff occasionally has private talks with his guys, both as a group and individually. He's even spent some time with Ben and Jon together. I have a few ideas about what they're discussing, but Jeff treats their conversations as private, only revealing the barest essentials to me, in case they should ever need help from me if he's not around.

Well my bag is packed and the clubs are ready. I wonder what's holding up Jeff?

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than Jeff appeared at my doorway.

"Ready handsome?" he asked with a smile.

"Sure Babe," I smiled back at both his arrival and the compliment. "What took so long?"

"I got stopped by Mr. Jepperson and he asked me to come into his office for a little conference."

"Oh? What did he want?"

"He asked if we could both stay for the whole summer," Jeff answered. "Let's get in the truck and I'll tell you all about it on the way to San Berdoo."

I grabbed my bag and my clubs and followed him out of the cabin. He picked up his things that he'd left outside, hefting them on his shoulders like they weighed nothing, and walking off toward the truck. I hurried up beside him.

"Well, are you gonna tell me?" I asked.

"Tell you what?" he replied like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"What did you say when you answered his question?"

"Who's question?" he asked, teasing me further.

"Jepperson, dummy!" I cried in desperation. "What did you tell him about staying for the whole summer?"

"Oh that!" he said with a grin as we reached the truck. "Let's load up and get out of here."

I unceremoniously dumped my clubs and bag in the back of the truck then grabbed the door handle, jerking the door open and plopping myself down in the passenger seat in a huff. Jeff soon joined me and started the truck as he grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

"I told him `no'," he replied, breaking the silence between us.

"No?" I asked, not sure whether to be relieved or sorry.

"I told him that we had other plans for the summer, which we do. I explained that we had borrowed the truck we brought to camp, were planning a trip by ourselves and another with our parents, and I told him about golf, English lessons, workouts and piano. I think he was amazed that we could spare the three weeks that we've given already. Besides, I argued, he had his other counselors coming back for the next session."

"What did he say to that?" I asked.

"He said a bunch of crap about how invaluable we'd become to the camp, how the running and workout programs had added to the success of this session and all that. He said that if we stayed we'd only run those programs, as well as some other special activities, not be cabin counselors."

"I bet he said how invaluable you had become to the camp," I guessed. "I'm just another counselor. All the great things that have happened have been because of you."

"You're wrong, Babe," he responded. "Besides if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here at all. You're my partner and the guy I love and the guy who loves me. Without you I'd have probably treated this job as baby sitting. You have no idea how important you've become to me. You've made me a far better person."

I blushed at the compliments, wishing they were all true and well deserved, not just kindness to make me feel wanted.

"I won't argue with you my love," I said. "I'm sure half of what you're saying is bull shit, but I love you for saying it anyway."

He grinned at me and winked.

"So we're going home next Sunday?" I asked.

"No we're staying," he replied straight faced as my mouth dropped open in surprise.

"JUST KIDDING!" he clarified immediately as he laughed at my shocked expression. "We're going home, but I told Carl we'd consider coming back for part of the summer next year if he was still interested. He said `yes', without any negotiation whatever. He said he was sorry we couldn't stay the rest of this summer, but he understood."

"I really wouldn't have minded staying," I offered.

"Me either, but I have other plans for you. We have a lot of golf to play, a lot of running to do and we gotta get you beefed up before school starts. Besides, you have karate lessons starting a week for Tuesday night."

"Don't remind me," I responded with a dejected look. "Welcome back to Jeff's boot camp!"

Jeff looked at me strangely then drove silently for a few minutes before saying anything. Finally he pulled over to the side of the road where it had been widened. The view of the valley below would have been wonderful, had it not been for the blanket of smog. .

"Babe, I'm sorry," Jeff apologized.

"For what?" I asked, completely baffled.

"Ever since we met three weeks ago, I have pushed and cajoled you into running, working out, learning golf, and now taking karate. In thinking about it, I know that you would have done none of those things without my insistence and I apologize. I shouldn't have done it. You can quit any or all of those things if you want. You'll still be my sort-of brother and my only love. If you were fat, one-legged and ugly, I'd still love you. I can't help myself in that. You don't have to do any of those athletic things just for me."

"You silly guy," I said, scooting over close to Jeff and snuggling into his side. "I love you and I know that you want me to do those things not because it will make you love me more, but they will make me love me more. You push me so that I can be happy with myself. It's a funny way of giving, but that's what it is. I know it and I appreciate it more than I can say. I know I complain, and sometimes my aching body protests, but in reality, I've never felt better. I've never felt more alive. In only three weeks my weakling body has firmed up and begun to show some real muscle. Already, I'm not ashamed to take off my shirt. I enjoy the golf, and, bite my tongue; I also enjoy the running and lifting. For the first time in my life I'm beginning to feel like an athlete. I only have you to thank for it and that's what I'm doing... Thank you, my love. Thank you for loving me enough to make me want to be a better person. Thank you for making me proud of myself. Now give me a kiss. We need to get checked in soon so I can really show you my appreciation."

"Show me, show me," Jeff pleaded as he kissed my waiting lips.