Timber Stone

Timber Stone 11

Timber Stone

Chapter 11

Copyright / Disclaimer
Copyright 2002, Duke Price

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

If you are going to engage in sex, remember to please be safe!

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"You mean Chris and I."

Gramps said, "You know it’s not polite to correct an old man?"

"Sorry Gramps. Can I see the pictures now?"

"I’m sure you can. The question is will you?"

"Sorry. May I see the pictures?"

"Yes you may."

Chris left his father’s side and sat down next to me as we paged through the picture album. We both started laughing when we came upon a picture where we were fighting over the wagon. The next picture was of me sitting on the ground crying with Chris obviously in possession of the wagon. We turned the page and there was a picture of Chris trying to give the wagon back to me. Chris whispered, "I couldn’t refuse you back then, either."

We both started cracking up. The men around us gave us some strange looks and then Gramps said, "I think we should call it a night."

Fred walked over to us, "Well Chris, I’m going to head on home."

Chris looked at Dad, "Mr. Johnson, am I still welcome to stay out here until the school starts?"

We stood there waiting for his reply as Dad looked over at Fred. "I don’t mind if you stay out here as long as it’s okay with your father."

I could see Chris’ dad swallow. He smiled but I could tell that he was either hurt or disappointed. Then he said, "I don’t see a problem with you staying out here as long as you come visit us from time to time."

I whispered in Chris’ ear. "Maybe you should go home tonight. I can pick you up whenever you want to come back out here."

I think Chris could also read his father’s face and said, "You know what? Maybe I should go home tonight. I need to pick up a few things and I’m sure that the yard needs to be mowed."

Fred’s face lit right up and seemed genuinely happy that his son was going home. "Let me know when you want me to come pick you up."

Chris turned to me and gave me a big hug. To my surprise he gave me a quick peck on the lips and whispered, "Thanks Sammy."

"Okay Dad, I’m ready to go home."

Chris’ Father walked over to me and stuck out his hand. I smiled and reached out to shake his hand. Fred said, "I look forward to getting to know you better Sam."

"Same here Mr. Carlson."

"Call me Fred."

"Okay Fred."

Looking around Fred said, "Well, good night everybody."

Everyone said good night.

Fred patted Chris’ back and said, "Let’s go home son. Your Momma’s going to be so happy to see you."

I looked up at the clock. It was 2:30 a.m. I yawned and said, "I’m exhausted. I’m going to hit the sack."

Dad said, "Me too."

Each of us drove our cars home I noticed that there was a car parked at the end of the driveway. It looked vaguely familiar. As we neared the house I could make out a shadow of someone sitting on the steps. I stopped to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Dad and I just stood there looking at the figure on the porch. Dad said, "May I help you."

The shadowy figure jumped and said, "Sam is that you?"

"No this is Mr. Johnson. Who may I ask are you?"

I recognized the voice. "Bill is that you?"

"Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep on your porch."

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just waiting around for you and Chris. I guess I must have dozed off."

"Bill, everything went pretty well. Chris went home for the night with his dad. I’m hoping that they will be able to work things out."

"Oh, that’s great! Well, I’m going to go home. I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you Mr. Johnson!"

"Nice meeting you Bill."

When we got into the house I looked over at Dad. "Chris has some pretty nice friends. They’re like brothers and look out for one an other."

"That’s nice. I hope that they will look out for you too?"

"We’ll see. They seem to like me."

"Are they…you know?"

"Gay? No, they all have girlfriends."

"Oh."

Dad thought for a moment and said, "They don’t have a problem with you two?"

"Nope. In fact they are very happy that Chris has found someone."

"You?"

"Aha."

Dad thought about it and said, "Good. It makes me feel better that he has friends like that…that look out for him. Chris seems like a nice kid and I can tell that he really likes you…a lot. I think you may have found a keeper."

"Thanks Dad. I think I did too."

I went over and hugged him. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too Sammy."

I went to bed feeling totally exhausted but despite that, I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed and because of the nervous energy I felt inside, my brain just would stop buzzing. I kept replaying the night’s events over and over in my head. I kept thinking that I should have said this or I should have said that. I was also disappointed that we never got to hear the whole story about our Great Uncles. I want to know more. I’d like to read the letters. I watched the hours tick by and I finally just got up and took a shower. By the time I was showered and clothed it was 5am and the sun was just beginning to light up the horizon. I hopped in the car and drove to Timber Stone. My body ached and my stomach felt a queasy from lack of sleep. I hopped on the tractor and started mowing the fairways. As the cool morning breeze hit my face, I gradually began to feel better. How could I not feel good out here…it’s so beautiful! I could feel my body unwind but continued to have an uneasy feeling that I just couldn’t put my finger on. When I finished mowing the 18th hole I decided to take a break and after parking the tractor in the garage, went into the clubhouse to get something to drink. "Hi Gram."

"Hi Sammy. Where’s Chris?"

"He went home last night."

Gram gave me a funny look. "When did he go home?"

"Last night."

"Last night? Sammy he was here this morning and I watched him go down the fairway with one of the mowers."

"He did?"

I quickly got up and ran for the door. As I ran out the door I said, "See ya later Gram."

I could hear Gram yell, "When you find him I want you two to come back for lunch."

I said okay. I climbed on the ATV and gunned her to go in search of my mate.

Off in the distance I could see someone mowing the 16th green. I could feel my heart go pitter-patter as I closed in on my red headed boyfriend that was smiling ear to ear. I waved at him and hopped off of the ATV. "Chris!"

Chris stopped shut off the tractor and said, "Hi Sammy!"

I wanted to kiss him but there were some gentlemen getting ready to tee off and were probably waiting for him to get off of the green. Chris started up the mower and moved it out of the way.

Chris got off of the tractor. "Follow me Sammy."

I followed him into the little wooden shelter. When we got inside, he turned to me and gave me one of his fantastic passionate kisses. "God Sammy, I missed you. I know it’s only been a few hours but I really missed you."

I sighed and placed my right ear to his heart, "I couldn’t sleep. I missed you too."

"I couldn’t sleep either. I kept thinking about you."

I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. "This is really going to difficult when school begins and we have to be apart."

"I don’t want to think about it. I just want to enjoy the moment."

I chuckled, "Hey, you’ll never guess who was on our front porch at 2:30 in the morning?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders and I said, "Bill."

Chris smiled, "He’s a great guy. Out of all of my friends, we’re probably the closest."

"You’re lucky to have such great friends."

Chris looked into my eyes, "They’re your friends too. They really like you."

Chris pushed me away and looked at my face. He gave me a look of concern. "You look tired Sammy."

I gave him another kiss, "You look great as always. I thought you were going to spend some time with your folks?"

"Mom was waiting up for us and we discussed some things. They both apologized for their behavior and promised to be better parents and that they will support whatever I want to be. I told them everything about you. Guess what?"

"What?"

"Mom thinks you are very cute and that she likes my taste in men. She also thinks you are very nice and that my sisters are going to be very disappointed when they hear the news."

"Your sisters like me?"

"Aha, anyway, we finally went to bed around 5:30 this morning. Unable to sleep, I finally just got up and found dad in the kitchen reading the paper. He told me that I could use the car anytime I wanted and not to worry about chauffeuring the girls around. He’s going to buy mom a new car and she can bus them around."

"Wow!"

"He said it’s mine and all I need to do is to take care of it."

"Things are looking up!"

Chris gave me a sly grin and looked down. I looked down to see what he was looking at and that’s when I noticed the big bulge in his shorts. He looked into my eyes and said, "Little Chris is looking up too."

I licked my lips. "Mmm, we’ll have to take care of little Chris later. We need to finish mowing."

"Sammy, I’m going to finish mowing the greens. Why don’t you go back to the clubhouse and relax."

"Nah, while you mow, I’ll repair the divots in the greens."

"Okay Sammy."

I pulled Chris’ shirt out to cover his erection and slapped his ass. "Let’s finish up!"

"You go ahead Sammy. I can’t go out like this."

I looked down and said, "I see what you mean. I wish I could help you out babe but there’s too many people out here."

Smiling I left poor Chris in the shelter and began working on the green. A few minutes had passed when I heard the mower start up. We finished our chores and went into the clubhouse. "Hi boys."

"Hi Gram."

"I want you two to go get cleaned up and I’ll have lunch ready for ya when you’re finished."

"Chris, why don’t you go shower first."

Chris gave me a questioning look but went ahead and showered without me. When he left the room Gram instinctively came over and sat down next to me but didn’t say anything. She was more like a mother to me than a Grandmother and despite her German gruff temperament, I’ve always felt that I could come to her to discuss things that bothered me without ever feeling that stupid. "Gram, do you remember when you first fell in-love?"

Gram chuckled, "Oh, yes. That’s something you never forget. When I first saw your Grandfather, I thought he was cutest little blond-headed boy I’d ever seen. Him and Nick were always together so it was difficult to have moment alone with him. One day he surprised me by asking if he could carry my books. He was 15 and I was 14. I told him no but he could walk with me."

Laughing I said, "Playing hard to get?"

"Well, back then a boy carrying your books meant that you were a couple."

"How long did it take for you to let him carry your books?"

"A week. Every day he walked with me while Nick tagged along. One day I told Art he could carry my books and I asked Nick to stop tagging behind. I don’t think Art liked that much, but I felt sorry for Nick. Anyway, I think I fell for your Grandfather the first day that I got to know him. It was just a very exciting, comfortable feeling. The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. We got married right out of high school. We’ve had a wonderful life together Sammy and we’ve been blessed with a wonderful son and grandson."

We sat there in silence but then Gram said, "You like him don’t you?"

"More than like, I love him."

Chris came out of the locker room with a little grin on his face and as he made his way over to us Gram whispered, "He’s gorgeous."

Sighing I said, "I know."

Chris continued to walk towards us like a shy puppy, but as he got closer I think he could tell that we were talking about him and his smile began to fade, "What?"

Gram whispered again, "He’s sweet too."

Gram got up and said, "What would you like to eat Chris?"

"I’ll eat anything you make us."

I stood up and said, "I’m going to take a shower."

Gram said, "Have a seat Chris."

As I walked into the locker room I heard Gram say, "So are you and Sammy planning on going out on a date tonight?"

I froze in my tracks. Chris said, "A date?"

"Yeah, you know…take my Grandson out on a date to wine and dine him?"

"Oh! I ya…well, we haven’t really discussed going out."

"Surprise him. I think he’d like that."

"Y-yes Mrs. Johnson."

"Do you like cheese on your hamburger?"

This was typical Gram behavior. You know immediately if she does or doesn’t approve of something and it’s obvious that she approves of us. Poor Chris…I should have warned him. Oh well…welcome to the family. I quickly hopped in the shower and washed the sweat and grime off of my body. After I dried off and dressed I went back out only to find Gram cleaning the stove and no Chris. Whining, "Gram, I hope you didn’t scare Chris off?"

Right after I said that, Chris’ head popped up from behind the bar. Gram crossed her arms and shook her head, "Now Sammy why would I want to scare away such a sweet boy?"

Then she reached over pinched Chris’ cheek, "Look at that face, he’s so cute!"

Chris rolled his eyes at me. "Sit down Sammy and eat. When you’re finished you can help Chris restock the bar."

"Yes Gram."

I devoured my lunch. I heard the door open and shut. "Hi Ma, Sammy…Chris."

Gram said, "Hi Art…Nick."

With my mouth full of food I said, "Hi Mr. Carlson…Gramps."

With his classic smile Chris peaked over the counter. "Hi Mr. Johnson…Grandpa."

"Ah…boys, we were hoping to catch up with you. Art and I were wondering if you two could take these envelopes back to the cabin where you found them?"

I swallowed the food in my mouth and after drinking some milk said, "Gramps, last night I couldn’t sleep and was wondering if you would allow us to read the letters?"

Gramps smiled and looked at Mr. Carlson. "I don’t have a problem with that, do you Nick?"

Nick said, "I don’t have a problem with it as long as put them away as you found them."

Gramps handed me the envelopes. "Thanks Gramps, we’ll be very careful with them."

Gramps said, "In the mean time Nick and I need to start thinking about what we’re going to do with these letters."

Chris said, "You mean you’re thinking about discarding them?"

"I think our brothers would be pleased with what took place last night and I think these letters have served their purpose. It’s now time for Nick and I to let go of the past and move forward. You boys can keep them as long as you like. Just let us know when you are finished reading them."

"Okay Gramps."

As I looked at the envelopes I could feel the anticipation building within me. When we finished restocking the bar I said, "Come on Chris let’s go!"

I picked up the envelopes and with Chris right behind me ran out of the clubhouse. We drove to the house and as we ran through the den we passed Dad along the way. He was resting on the couch watching television. "Hi Dad."

"Hi boys!"

We sat in the middle of my bedroom floor and began reading in earnest. Just as Gramps had told us, they were mostly love letters but as I read more and more letters I began to get a picture of the home that they wanted to build. "Sammy, listen to this one."

"My darling angel Jacky,

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How I miss you! The pain and suffering here is horrific. I sometimes wonder if I can continue to endure this madness. However whenever I see B-17s flying over head it comforts me to know that you may be flying overhead protecting us all as we move forward. I can envision you looking down on me and me looking up at you.

I wish I could hear your voice right now…perhaps some comforting words like all of this will be coming to an end soon. I miss you so much!

Love,

Fred"

p.s. I want to use whole logs…not half logs.

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I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I looked at Chris who also had tears in his eyes. I sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

I picked up another letter and then it struck me. "Chris are you seeing what I’m seeing here?"

"Yeah, my Uncle Fred misses your Uncle Jack and makes a lot of sexual innuendoes."

"Hehe, they weren’t much older than we are. Besides that?"

"Umm, the log home?"

"Yeah, I can almost see it."

"Why don’t we sketch it?"

"That’s a great idea. Do you draw?"

"Sammy I can’t draw. Can you?"

I grabbed a note pad and said, "I can do it."

We began separating the letters that gave descriptions of the log home. We didn’t have all of the dimensions but what we did know was that it would have been big enough for both families to enjoy. There was a very strong sense of family between the Carlsons and Johnsons. The home would be a two-story log home with a loft overlooking the great room. The great room had very large windows with a door leading out to a very large porch or deck that was suppose to have some type of panoramic view. The home would have 5 bedrooms with a large master bedroom that they jokingly referred to as the playroom. The sofas and chairs were to be made of red leather. The home would be very open. Even the kitchen was designed so that whoever was in the kitchen would have the ability to visit with their guests. After about 4 hours of reading and drawing we had a pretty good picture of the home. Chris and I stared at the drawings. "Wow, that’s some home!"

"We’ll have to show Gramps and Mr. Carlson."

As I was putting the letters in my dresser there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

Bill, Jake and Scott came into the room. Looking a little irritated Bill said, "What the hell’s going on! Have you forgotten your friends?"

Looking sheepish, Chris said, "Sorry guys. There’s been a lot going down."

Bill said, "We don’t want hear about who’s going down on who. We want to know why the fuck you guys are being so anti-social. We know that you guys want to be alone but this is bullshit! You can’t just completely shut us out of your lives!"

Chris was smiling, "Sorry guys. Sammy and I have been getting our lives in order. Things are really looking up and you will start to see us more."

"Did ya straighten things out with your old man?"

Chris looked at me. "Thanks to Sammy, I think we are going to mend our ways."

Scott said, "That’s great!"

Bill said, "Dude you’ve got less than two weeks before football camp begins. We gotta get that arm of yours ready for the season. The coach gave me a workout schedule. He doesn’t want you to over do it and injure your arm."

Bill looked at me, "Sam, your job is to make sure he gets plenty of rest and that he follows his workout schedule. Oh…and no sex the night before the games."

Chris started laughing, "Yeah but I have needs. You don’t want me going out onto the field with blue balls."

Making a jack off motion with his right hand Jake said, "After all of those years of jacking off, you can’t tell me that you’ve forgotten how. Hell I bet you still have some major calluses on your hands."

Chris’ face was bright red. Looking at me, Bill said, "Sam, you’ve got some major work cut out for ya…if ya know what I mean."

Chris started to look pissed off but I could tell that Bill was just trying to yank our chains and I started laughing. "Hey maybe if you three leant a hand or two you could help me take care of Chris’ needs."

A look of disgust began to form on the three guy’s faces as the meaning of my proposal sank in. I looked over to Chris whose face was still red but seemed to lighten up as he observed their responses. Snickering I held up my hand and gave Chris a high five. I stopped laughing long enough to say, "Hey if you can dish it out, you better damn well be able to take it!"

Bill handed me a folder. "Here’s the workout schedule and some things that Chris will need to memorize."

"Okay guys, I’ll look this stuff over tonight and we’ll begin training tomorrow. I will call you guys if I need your help."

"Hey, tonight there’s local band called "Sojourn" that will be playing in the park. I hear they really rock. We’re going to take our girls there. We were wondering if you two would like to come along?"

I looked at Chris, "That sounds like fun!"

Chris smiled, "What time is it?"

"The music starts at 7pm. We can all ride in my van so we only need to take one car."

"We’ll be over at your house at 6:30pm."

"Alright! Now don’t bail on us! Let’s go guys. We’ll see you both in a couple of hours."

Chris followed them out of the house. Dad was still on the couch flicking through the stations. "Dad, you’ve got to see these drawings."

I handed them to Dad. Dad put the hand controller down and looked at the drawings. "Why did you draw a house?"

"These are drawings of Uncle Fred and Jack’s home that they planned on building after the war."

Dad’s eyes got wide as began took a closer look at the drawings. "Wow! These are cool! This is like the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Gramps is going to go ape shit over these!"

"You think so?"

"I know so Sammy. This is some home. I want to be there when you show him the sketches."

"I’m going to show Mr. Carlson and Gramps tomorrow. I’ll let ya know when I show them."

Dad continued to study the drawings. "Dad, is it alright if I go to the park with Chris tonight to listen to a band?"

"Will it be just you and Chris?"

"No we’ll be with Chris’ three friends and their girlfriends."

"Where is it going to be?"

"In the park."

"I suppose it’s okay as long as you’re careful. Take the cell phone with you and call me if you need anything."

"Thanks Dad."

"I want you home by 11pm. Okay?"

"Okay Dad."

Dad had a melancholy look on his face. "What’s the matter Dad?"

He looked up at me and smiled, "It’s your first date. I wish your momma were here to see it. She’d be tickled pink."

"You miss her a lot don’t ya Dad?"

"Oh Sammy…when you find that special person…that person that you connect with, there’s just nothing like it. What I had with your mother was the most wonderful experience in the world and out of that love resulted in the most beautiful thing of all…you."

I knelt down and hugged my Dad. "Thanks Dad."

Dad handed the drawings back to me. "Go have fun Sammy."

"I will Dad."

I ran to my bedroom and placed the drawings in my dresser. Then I looked through my dresser and pulled out a pair of my loose fitting low rise Levi’s. I shut my bedroom door and removed my underwear and quickly put on my Levi’s. Then I pulled a skintight black sweatshirt over my head. Then I combed my hair to look good for Chris. When I went to the bathroom I caught a glimpse of my Dad and Chris in the Den watching television. They didn’t appear to talking to each other and seemed to be totally focused on the television. I brushed my teeth and went back out to see how they were getting along. As I walked into the room they both looked at me. Dad smiled. Chris’ eyes got really big as he looked me up and down. He swallowed and said, "Sammy, you look so beautiful."

Dad looked over at Chris with a raised brow but said nothing. "Come on Chris. Let’s go. See ya later Dad."

"Have fun guys."

Chris walked ahead and opened the car door for me. He waited for me to get in and shut the door. He was smiling as he jumped into the driver’s side. Before he started the car he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. Chris started the car. "We’re going to have fun Sammy."

When we arrived at Bill’s house I jumped out of the car before Chris could get around to opening it. "Chris, I don’t think I need help getting in and out of the car."

We walked up to the house and knocked on the front door. The door was ajar and could hear someone yell; "The door’s open!"

Chris opened the storm door and motioned for me to go in. As I went in he placed his hand on my lower back and could feel his warm hand against my bare skin. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in with me. Hollering from across the room was Jessica who was motioning for us to join them on the floor. "Sam, have a seat! We’re on our last hand of Liverpool."

Chris went to the bathroom.

Nicole whistled, "Sam, you look hot!"

I smiled and sat down on the floor. "I love Liverpool."

"That’s good to know. We’ll give you a call the next time we get together."

Melanie said, "Do you like wearing those low rise Levi’s?"

"Yeah, there comfortable."

"Stand up and turn around."

I laughed and did as she requested. "Nice ass! You wear them well. You show off just enough skin to make the imagination run wild."

Chris and his three friends came out of the bedroom. Bill said, "Wrap up the game. We gotta go."

We piled into the van and drove a little ways to the park. As we neared the park the thumping beat of the music could be heard. We got out of the van and walked over to wear the band was playing. There were teens everywhere dancing to the beat of the music. Some were dancing together…most seemed to be just dancing alone. I turned to Chris only to find him focused on me. I smiled and said, "These guys sound great!"

Chris put his mouth up to ear. "They sound great and you look great!"

I looked around and noticed that Chris’ friends were dancing with their girls. We went over to them and watched. The three girls winked at us and motioned for us to join them. I shook my head no. Jessica grabbed Chris’ hand and began dancing with him. Nicole grabbed mine and wrapped her arm around my waste and began bumping me with her hip as she danced to the music. She yelled into my ear, "I love this song! Come on get into it!"

Pretty soon all eight of us were in a circle laughing as we got into the pulsating rhythm. Across from me I stared at Chris as his body moved to the beat. All I could do was marvel at his beauty. Our eyes locked and after about a half-hour of heart pounding music things slowed down. Couples started embracing and began slow dancing. Chris and I stood back and watched them dance. About halfway through the song. Bill let go of Nicole and began dancing with Jake. Jessica grabbed Chris and Nicole began dancing with me. Everyone was laughing as Bill and Jake slow danced. The band went right into another slow song. I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned to see that it was Bill asking to cut in. I moved away and turned only to find myself eye to eye with Chris. Laughing I wrapped my arms around him and began dancing. Our friends began laughing as if trying to make our slow dance appear to be a joke. We smiled at each other and continued to dance. When I rested my head on his shoulder I saw Val walk up and give Chris a tap on the shoulder. Chris said, "Bill or whoever you are…go away."

Being the persistent person that she is, Val tapped on Chris’ shoulder again. Chris pulled away and as he turned to see who it was his smile faded and said, "Hi Val."

"Hi Chris. Do you mind if I cut in?"

Chris didn’t say anything but by the way he clenched his jaw told me that he wasn’t very happy with her. Then he smiled, bowed stepped aside and motioned for her to go ahead and cut in. I watched him as he walked away.

Dancing with Val was different. She’s cute and very petite but her strong personality more than compensated for small frame. "You are looking mighty fine Sammy. How have you been?"

"Good. How have you been?"

Val’s blue eyes looked into mine. "I’ve been doing good. It looks like you and my brother are hitting it off."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah, what’s your point?"

"Just that I’m happy for him because my brother really likes you. He’s liked you for a long time."

She took me off guard, "You’re happy?"

She placed her arms around my neck and pulled me in and whispered, "I know you think I’m an over bearing, self-serving bitch and maybe I am but it doesn’t get in the way of me loving my brother. I’m so proud of myself."

I gave her a little frown and said, "Proud of yourself…why?"

"You don’t really think that I wanted to go for a ride in your Corvette?"

She didn’t let me answer, "No, I knew that if I started hitting on you he’d make his move. It was all too easy."

"How did you know he liked me?"

She smiled, "You haven’t been in his bedroom?"

"You’re right I haven’t."

"Well if you ever do, check out the mirror on his dresser or the picture on the desktop of his computer."

"And what will I see?"

Smiling, "You’ll have to check it out."

"So you’re cool with it?"

Val put her face up to mine and whispered in my ear. "I’m cool with it. I know that my brother is crazy about you and from the little bits and pieces that I’ve overheard from my parents the feeling is mutual?"

I continued slow dancing. I could see Chris over in the distance fidgeting and looking our way. When I didn’t answer she said, "Please tell me that you like my brother."

I was surprised and pulled away to look her in the eye to see if she was sincere. Val went on to say, "I know that you don’t really like me but I love my brother and I don’t want to see him get hurt."

Val pulled away and stood there waiting for my reply. I pulled her back to me and whispered, "I don’t just like…I love Chris."

Sighing in relief Val said, "I can’t deny being a little envious of him, but I’m glad he’s found someone."

The song ended. Val looked into my eyes and wrapping her arms around my neck she pulled me in for a kiss. When she finally released me she said, "Sorry, but I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I’ve gotta go. See ya."

I watched as she walked towards Chris. Chris was giving her a dirty look. She waltzed on by without even acknowledging him. Chris shook his head at her. I turned around to see what the rest of the gang were doing as the music kicked in to high gear. Nicole signaled for me to come on over. I smiled but before I could two good looking girls moved in front of me and began dancing. Both girls faced me. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way their bodies swayed to the music. I turned around to see a concerned looking Chris. I smiled at him and motioned for him to come over. Chris didn’t waste any time and ran on over. I whispered in his ear. "I need help here."

With Chris at my side I felt more comfortable and allowed myself to get into the music. Despite facing one of the girls my main focus was on Chris and with the help of my peripheral vision I could see him move about and was completely oblivious to what my dance partner was doing. The girl dancing with Chris obviously liked what she was seeing because she was very close to him as her hips gyrated provocatively to the music and seeing the two dance was giving me a hard on. All of sudden I felt two hands grab my waist and pull me forward in an attempt to get my attention. Despite being gay I could still appreciate her beautiful fit body, with long raven black hair, dark brown eyes and olive colored skin. Grabbing my bottom, she pulled me closer and began dry humping me. I’m sure that a straight guy would have enjoyed this, but I didn’t and wanted to quit dancing. I tried to back away but she held on to my waist and continued to rub into me. Now I was getting irritated with her and said, "I’m not interested!"

I turned my back to her and walked away. Some guys took notice of what had just happened and gave me a strange look. I heard one of them say, "I want some of that action!"

I felt like crying and without looking back I started walking back to Bill’s house. I was more pissed off than anything…angry that my body didn’t react the same way that a normal guy’s would to such a beautiful girl coming on to them. Instead her advances turned me off.

As I walked down the sidewalk I could hear Chris calling my name, "Sammy!"

Too absorbed in self-pity, I didn’t acknowledge Chris and just picked up the pace. Chris caught up to me and wrapped his arm over my shoulder. "Sammy, what’s wrong?"

"Me...that’s what’s wrong."

"Come on let’s talk about it babe."

I stopped. "Chris please don’t take this the wrong way, but here I’ve got this gorgeous girl hitting on me and the only thing I feel is repulsion."

"I know…I know exactly what you mean. I feel like life has cheated me by not providing me with the desire to love a woman. And then with a twisted sense of humor, God or Mother Nature made sure that girls like me. I can’t figure out if it’s a joke on me or the girls that find me attractive."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "Oh Chris, if we weren’t here, I’d give you a big kiss. That’s what I love the most about you. You know what to say to cheer me up and put a healthy perspective on life."

"I think we’re good for each other Sammy. I just love you to pieces."

"I love you too."

"Come on babe, I need to get you home."

Chris drove into the driveway but before I could get out the car he grabbed my hand and smiling said, "Sammy, seeing you out there dancing tonight made my heart sing. Despite what happened tonight, I’d like us to go out again if that’s alright with you?"

I didn’t answer.

"For a while there you looked as if you were genuinely having fun and I love seeing you happy."

"Chris, I’d love to out with you again. I really did have fun dancing…especially with you. It felt so good to be in your arms."

Chris looked at his watch and said, "It’s midnight, let’s go in. I want to stay on your father’s good side."

Before I could get out of the car Chris put his hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. When he finished kissing me, he pressed his forehead to mine and gazed into my eyes. "I love you Sammy."

I gave him a quick peck on his red lips and sighed, "I love you too."

When we walked into the house, Dad was in the same place as where we left him. "Hi guys. Did ya have fun tonight?"

"Yeah until a couple of girls tried to steal Chris from me."

Chris whined, "What do you mean. You were kissing my sister and then you danced with two beautiful chicks."

Dad started laughing but then quit because he wasn’t sure if we were having some type of argument over tonight’s events. Then he said, "Well is everything cool?"

"Yeah everything’s cool. I did get a little upset when the girl I was dancing with began groping me. When I told her to stop she continued to grab my ass."

Dad said, "That was a bad thing?"

I shook my head at him and said, "It made me uncomfortable and I walked away. Then I began feeling sorry for myself for not being able to experience the feeling that straight guy gets when a woman is paying attention to him."

Dad just sat there and listened. I grabbed Chris’ hand and had him sit next to me on the couch. "Don’t worry about it son. Some would define that as sexual harassment and is a turn off for both men and women. You did the right thing by walking away."

Yawning I said, "I have to go to bed. Good night Dad."

"Good night Sammy. Good night Chris."

"Good night Mr. Johnson."

"Call me Jack."

"Good night Jack."

I pulled Chris into my bedroom and quickly shut the door behind us. I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him. Chris grabbed my ass and picked me up. He slipped his fingers in between my cheeks and gently tickled my rosebud through my loose fitting Levi’s. Whimpering I wrapped my legs around his hips and rubbed my groin into his. Chris walked over to the bed and fell on top of me. Chris said, "We can’t do this here. Your father will hear us."

Whining. "Oh, god I need you."

"I need you too, but we can’t do that here. Okay?"

I pouted and sounding very disappointed said, "Okay."

Chris pulled himself off of me but not before kissing my bulging groin. "Mmm, I could just eat you."

"Oh god, I wish you would. I’m so horny."

I could see the huge bulge in his groin and he said, "Sammy, I promise to take care of that tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"I promise…hope to die. Goodnight Sammy. I love you baby."

"I love you too. Goodnight."

I watched Chris’ little bubble butt as he left the room hoping that he’d change his mind. After a few minutes of waiting I rolled over onto my belly and out of frustration buried my face into my pillow. I didn’t bother to undress and despite having a bone, quickly drifted off to sleep.

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God it’s hot! It has to be at least 100 degrees. My sweatshirt and shorts are saturated with perspiration and I can smell my own body odor. Chris seems to be on a mission and I’m trying to keep up with him as he takes us deeper into the woods. Ever so often I’d get a whiff of Chris’ perfume in the still warm air. We climbed up to an unknown spot in the hills and in the distance could see Johnson Lake.

Chris turned to me and held out his hand. "Come here Sammy."

He seemed so serious as I walked over to him. He pulled me into his arms and began kissing my face and neck. Then he picked me up and carried me onto a large boulder. He jumped up onto the boulder and sat next to me. He pulled me onto his lap so that we were facing each other and began kissing me tenderly on the lips. Chris pulled my T-shirt off and began kissing my chest. He gently urged me onto my back and said, "Sammy, lift up your bottom."

When I lifted up he pulled my black biker shorts off. Chris closed his eyes and inhaled. It was shortly after that I started to smell my own powerful stench. Embarrassed, I moved away from him and said, "I stink."

Chris pulled me back to him and said, "Mmm, come back here baby, I like the way you smell."

He smiled and after kissing me stood up and began removing his clothes. He pulled his white muscle shirt off and watched his cock spring upward when he removed his shorts. Compared to my hard cock standing straight up his huge penis stuck straight out in a 90 degree angle in front of him and flexed up and down with each heart beat. He made his way towards with a very serious look on his face and with every step his cock swung back and forth. A steady flow of precum escaped from his massive penis. For some unknown reason my asshole began to itch. I wanted to scratch but didn’t dare…that would be gross. Chris walked over to his backpack and began rummage through it. When he wasn’t looking I made a futile attempt to relieve the itch by toying with my rosebud. Unfortunately by attempts to relieve the itch only seemed to intensify my discomfort. It got to the point of being unbearable and I was starting to squirm around on the boulder. Distracted by my problem I hadn’t even noticed Chris standing there watching me with an amused look on his face. He placed a bottle of something on the boulder next to me and scooped up some the precum that running down his shaft. Then he reached down to where my fingers were and began to help me rub my asshole. I looked up at Chris and noted an empathetic look of concern on his face.

Chris scooped up some more of precum and then pulled my hand away from my bottom. I noticed that his hand had a fair amount of white liquid in it and began massaging my rosebud with his wet fingers. He pushed me onto my back and began to massage my asshole. Despite this the itch became more intense and realized that it was originating inside of me so I grabbed his hand and said, "I need you inside of me. If you don’t do something I feel like I’m going to go insane!"

Chris scooped up some of his love juice and gently stuck a finger inside of me. With that felt some relief and stared pleadingly into his eyes as he attempted to insert a second finger. "Stand up Sammy."

I did as he said. Chris stood behind me and whispered, "Let me help you Sammy. I know what you need."

I felt him kiss me as he moved lower and lower down my back. Then I felt his wet tongue invade my gluteal fold and begin to lick my itchy rosebud. Then he spread my cheeks and drove his tongue into my hole. I moaned as he did this. His attention gave me some relief but I needed more. Chris stopped and stood up behind me and whispered, "Trust me."

He wrapped his arms around me and then lifted me up. He let go of me with one arm and then I could feel the huge head of his penis pushing against my rosebud. I began to panic and tried to squirm away. "Relax Sammy."

He continued to slowly lower me onto his penis. Instead of just an itch I now I felt an itchy burning sensation as he continued to try to enter me. I was helpless. My feet were off of the ground so that I couldn’t lift off of him and I couldn’t grab anything to stop my descent. "Sammy, let me help you. Relax. I won’t injure you."

The pain intensified and I began flinging my arms and legs about. Chris lifted me up. The pain went away but the itching intensified. The itch became unbearable to the point to where I preferred the pain. He began lowering me down again. This time I lifted my legs and reached down to spread my cheeks. I began straining from the pain and finally felt the head slipped inside. Miraculously I felt immediate relief from the unbearable itch and was able to relax. "Is that better babe?"

I didn’t respond. Instead I relaxed my head back onto his shoulder. Intuitively he understood and slowly lowered me down onto his love muscle. He was kissing my neck as he continued to slide more of penis inside of me. I arched my head back onto his shoulder and moaned.

"Do you feel better Sammy?"

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod in agreement. Completely impale by his love muscle, Chris bent his knees so that I could stand up. He encouraged me to get on my knees and began to slowly run his cock in and out of me as he scratched the unbearable itch from within.

I heard giggling, "Sammy wake up. It’s time to get up."

"Faster."

"What?"

"Wake up."

With a startle I sat straight up in the bed and immediately reached down to butt. "Oh God, I must have been dreaming."

I looked over at Chris who was looking down at my hand and giggling said, "It must have been a good dream."

"Let’s just say that you were taking care of an itch."

Chris had an inquisitive look on his face. "An itch?"

"Never mind." I kissed him and got out of bed.

Pouting, "You aren’t going to tell me?"

Smiling, "I will tell you this. I’m going to take a shower. Then we’re going to take the letters back to the cabin and then you are going to take care of my needs."

Chris looked like a little boy as he jumped up and said, "I’m going to get ready too."

"Oh and wear something that you can work out in. Remember we need to get you ready for the football season."

"Yes sir!"

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