When I First Met Mike

When I First met Mike - Part IV

by ds elliot

This is the story of two men discovering each other. This story contains episodes of sexual abuse, physical abuse, and verbal abuse. While this is a story of discovery and understanding and compassion, the reader must live through the pain to get to that point.

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Copyright 2004.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between two young men. This is a story of intimate sexual contact and discovery and well as forced sex and violence. If you are not of legal age in your area to read stories of this nature or if you are offended by stories of this nature, please navigate to another site and stop reading now.

I would appreciate your comments, suggestions, and constructive criticisms. You can contact the author at: dselliot28@yahoo.com

and now back to the story...

Saturday morning was even better than Friday night. We both visited the bathroom when we awoke, and promptly beat a path back to the bed. Mike was in a very amorous mood as he nibbled on my earlobe and whispered very suggestive thoughts to me. I was instantly hard and ready for the things he was so shamelessly suggesting. He worked his way down my body much the same as I had done to him. Whenever he got a reaction out of me, it only caused him to linger longer to do more. I was nearly half crazed by the time he moved on from my nipples. While I knew they were sensitive, I had no idea how sensitive until he nearly caused me to cum just from the attention he was giving them. He sucked on my balls until I swore I could feel the cum bubbling inside them. When he licked and kissed behind them, I expected -- practically begged -- him to suck on my dick, but he didn't. Instead he pushed my legs up to gain access to my ass. When I felt his tongue run across my tender opening. I nearly flew off the bed. No one had ever done that for me before, and it felt absolutely fantastic. With one swipe of his tongue, I was hooked! He didn't stop there though. He proceeded to lick the area and apply pressure with his tongue until he gained access. Feeling his tongue slither in and out of me had me on fire and begging him to put the flames out. I almost couldn't take anymore by the time he stopped. I was panting like I'd just run five miles. He smiled and asked,

"You like that?"

"Oh God, yes! That was pure heaven. No one has ever done that before."

That brief interlude allowed me to calm some, and it was a good thing too. If he hadn't stopped for those few seconds I likely would have cum the instant he swirled his tongue over the head of my rampant dick. Feeling his lips wrap around the head and gradually slide down the length was nearly enough to do it for me. What amazed me even more was that he didn't stop until I was completely inside. I could feel the head of my dick pass through the tighter opening to his throat and slide inside. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was another first for me. I mean I wasn't that big, but no one had ever taken it all before. When he slid back up the length I was mumbling and rambling on... I could hear myself, but I had no idea what I was saying. It was like every part of my body was focused in that 7 ½ inches of hard flesh. Mike was deliberately slow as he took me back into his throat. My fists were pulling at the bedding -- my feeble attempt to anchor myself to this world as my body was reeling out of control. Suddenly I was there at that point where the edge was insight. My body seemed to be hurling toward that edge yet it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. I wanted to cum so desperately, but I wasn't quiet there yet.

And then it happened... my whole body stiffened and jerked then settled into tremors as my dick erupted in Mikes throat. It felt like he was sucking my balls out through my dick. My mind felt like it had entered some black hole as I floated through my orgasm. There were stars all around my head and little twinges of aftershocks that shook my body and caused wonderful sensations from one end of me to the other. Time wasn't a concept I could grasp... my head was too full of pleasurable feelings. I wasn't aware of anything beyond the blissful feelings that surged through me over and over and over.

It took a bit to come back to the present. Mike was cuddled up in my arms and kissing my neck. I had no idea how he got in my arms or how long he'd been kissing me. I was only now capable of handling new sensory input. All I could do was sigh...

"How was it?"

"I've never experienced anything like that. You're the best! Damn! I can't think yet... it's like my brain suffered a major overload. I really want to do that again. I just don't know if I'd live through it twice. I've never felt anything so intense before. This is a whole new level I didn't know existed before today."

"I like the way you taste. It's almost sweet."

"I like the way you taste too... and damn but you smell good... so earthy but a little spicy too... it's a sweet spicy scent. I can't place it, but it seems like I've smelled it before."

"I smell spicy? I never noticed. Are you ready to try one more thing?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I want to feel you inside me."

"Mike, are you sure you're ready to try that? We don't have to if you aren't absolutely sure. I can wait. I just don't want you to feel bad. So far everything we've done has been great for both of us. I don't want that to be bad for you."

"That's the reason I want to try it. Everything has been so wonderful... way better than I ever expected. If everything that we've done is so much better than what I remember, that likely will be too. I'm a little nervous about it, but I'm not afraid to try."

Mike started nibbling on my ear. I was instantly hard. I didn't think I'd likely have another erection for days after what just happened, but he was too good at putting me in the mood. Sufficiently motivated to proceed, I decided to try what Mike did for me. I pushed his legs back and licked over his hole. Surprisingly to me it tasted like Mike smelled. I was hooked! It took a bit but he did relax and allow my tongue to wander inside. He was clamping down tightly on my tongue, but it felt great to be so intimate with the man I loved. My jaw tired soon so I started to work my lubed finger inside. Mike stayed calm as first one and then two fingers worked inside him to loosen him and lubricate him too. He seemed to be enjoying the stimulation. He was erect and leaking precum. I rolled Mike on his back and kissed his thighs and sucked on his balls and dick to get him as aroused as possible. My hope was that if he was stimulated enough he would be more relaxed and more open to this experience. It seemed to work. Mike put his legs on my shoulders as I moved closer to his body. I rubbed the head of my dick over and around his hole. I could see the initial trepidation disappear. When I was lined up and ready to enter him I urged him to relax and push out. He did, and I slipped easily inside. He instantly arched his back at the intrusion, but let out a deep sigh and relaxed back into the bed. On the third pass into his body, I brushed against his prostate. Mike's hips bucked up and his eyes opened wide. He asked,

"Oh... that felt good. What did you just do?"

"That was your prostate. I just rubbed against it. It feels pretty good doesn't it."

"In all the times... I've never felt that before. I didn't know there could really be pleasure in this for me."

With that I tried to hit his prostate each time. He was grunting and moaning and encouraging me to do more. Having cum just a short time before, I felt that I could make this one last a while. It did last a while, but not nearly as long as I'd hoped. Mike was so hot and silky inside. It felt like his body was pulling me deeper inside each time. Watching Mike's face was an absolute joy and inspiration. I could see the feelings he was experiencing on his face and in his eyes. He certainly wasn't freaking out.

Any doubts that Mike might not be enjoying this were quickly dispelled when he pulled his knees back to his shoulders. When I leaned down to kiss his lips and neck he got more vocal... One can only go slow for so long before the body takes over seeking it's own pleasures. I was going faster and harder as my body set the rhythm it preferred. The soft squishy sounds of love were soon replaced by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and accompanied by grunts, groans, and moans. We were each lost in our own bit of paradise as together we sought the ultimate goal of our union. We were both sweating. The room smelled of sex... lust... passion. Mike had a death gripped my forearms as he got louder and moaned...

"Oh Adam... umm... oh God... I... I... Adam... Oh God... more... please..."

My body seemed to know what he needed as I plowed faster and harder. Mike sighed, "Yesss... oh yess... I... Oh God... Adam..."

His body tensed. I felt his muscles squeeze my dick as he shot the first volley of cum. With each shot his muscles gripped me tighter. I was there too. My dick exploded inside him as I tried to go deeper still. When I finished my arms couldn't support my weight. I collapsed on top of Mike. He wrapped his arms and legs around me holding me tight. I licked some of his cum from his face and neck as I whispered 'I love you so much' into his ear.

The next thing I remember is waking up tightly wrapped in Mike's arms and legs. He was still sleeping. When I kissed his neck, he stirred. I kept kissing him until he was fully awake. He looked so angelic... so at peace with himself and the world. We were stuck together by his cum... a pleasant reminder of what had just happened. Once we untangled ourselves we headed to the bathroom to shower, dress, and get ready for the rest of the day. It was already noon when we found ourselves foraging for food in the kitchen. We didn't talk a lot, but we did hold hands and touch each other more than before. It seemed like there was so much we needed to say, but at the same time trying to put such deep emotional feelings into words didn't seem possible or perhaps all that necessary. It's like we each knew what the other felt. I could read it in his eyes. I hoped he could read the same feelings in mine.

Our tender time ended when Mike reminded me that it was time to head to Dr. Martin's for his appointment. We drove there holding hands. I just felt better when we were connected. Mrs. Martin greeted us at the door and showed us to the den. As she was leaving she told us she had a special treat for us when we were finished.

Once Dr. Martin was seated in his usual chair, Mike went into overdrive. He told the doctor everything in graphic detail. I wanted to crawl under the sofa I was so embarrassed. I mean I've never just sat there and listened while someone described sex with me. I knew my face was red. I could feel the heat radiating from it. I just knew the tops of my ears must be on fire. Still it was impossible to stop Mike. His excitement and enthusiasm was evident. On some level I was proud of myself for making him feel as he obviously did. On another level this was personal and not something to discuss in public. I survived the session. I'm sure my pride was evident. It felt like I was standing a bit taller. I know my chest was puffed out.

Dr. Martin told Mike that he thought he'd made enough progress that regular sessions weren't going to be necessary in the future. The doctor recommended that Mike call when and if he needed to talk. I could see elation and also a touch of sadness in Mike's eyes at the news. On the one hand Mike was over the worst of things and had learned to deal with his issues. On the other hand Dr. Martin had been an intimate part of Mike's life for a long time. He more than anyone was the reason Mike was at this point. Mike didn't need Dr. Martin as much as he once had. It wasn't that he was completely finished with him, but the need wasn't as great. Mike was in control of his feelings, his issues, his demons, and his life. He did have a bright future.

Near the end of August Mike got his high school equivalence certificate. He'd already talked with school advisers and was enrolled in the same community college for the fall quarter. When we talked about what direction Mike wanted to take with school, I wasn't at all surprised to learn that he wanted to help other troubled kids. I knew Dr. Martin had been such a major influence in his life that it would be hard for Mike not to want to do the same for others. He certainly had the heart and the patience for the job. If anyone could identify with troubled, abused, and abandoned kids, it was definitely Mike. He had years of school ahead of him, but this would be a path of his choosing.

It was the Saturday before college started for Mike that he decided it was time to go through the envelope of information Alex had gathered. We sat at the kitchen table as we sorted through all of the papers inside. There was a copy of Mike's birth certificate. From that he learned that he had his mother's maiden name rather than his father's name. Mike didn't know that his parents weren't married and wasn't aware that he didn't have his father's last name. We also learned that Mike had been taken from his mother on two occasions. The first time was when he was three years old and the second just after he started first grade. From the reports in the file there were signs of child neglect and physical abuse both times. His mother was forced to attend parenting classes as well as anger management classes. Each time upon completion of the assigned programs, Mike was returned to her care. He learned where his father lived. He was in Chicago and had been for the last several years. His father was married and had two other children. Mike hadn't considered that he might have half brothers and sisters out there in the world. Upon further inspection of the documents in the envelop we discovered that his dad had continued to pay child support even though Mike was not living with his mother. It also looked like he was still paying support. We decided to contact Alex on Monday to see what the deal was with that.

Alex told us that Mike's dad had been paying child support to the tune of $500.00 per month to Mike's mother and was still paying. Alex said that his mother had never filed a missing persons report or told his father that Mike had run away. Further she had gone to court to extend the child support until Mike finished college. Mike would turn 21 in October so that meant that she'd been illegally collecting child support for nearly the last six years. Alex told Mike that he was entitled to that money and his firm would pursue collection of those funds plus interest if Mike wished. There was still enough anger in Mike to say yes to the collection of the funds.

Alex was indeed good at what he did. It was a few months in process, but Alex did present Mike with a cashier's check for the total amount of child support that she'd collected since Mike left home. He also got interest on that money for Mike. Mike had another large chunk of cash to add to his accounts. I asked Alex how he did it so easily. He told me that he threatened to take both his mother and her husband to court and pursue fraud charges against them as well as forgery charges and perjury charges for filing false documents with the courts. Alex told them that if they paid promptly he wouldn't pursue criminal charges. They took a second mortgage on their home to make restitution to Mike. Alex also told me that Mike's mother was such a selfish and indignant bitch that he placed a call to Mike's father in Chicago to inform him that Mike hadn't been in the home since he was 15 and further that he was just starting his college career now. He told Mike's father that he'd collected all the child support paid to his mother and turned it over to Mike so he wouldn't get the money back, but he certainly could pursue criminal charges if he was so inclined. Alex said that Mike's dad didn't waste any time doing that. Someone in the prosecutor's office informed him that complaints had been filed the day after their phone conversation. When I asked Alex if it was all ethical, he told me it wasn't the most honest thing he'd ever done, but he felt like Mike's mother and step father deserved some grief for what they'd done or failed to do for Mike. I couldn't agree more.

Just before Christmas that year, Mike received a long letter from his father. In that letter he apologized for not being a part of his life and not doing more to see to his needs as he grew up. He talked about the mistakes he'd made and the problems those mistakes caused both of them. He told Mike about his other children and his wife. He told Mike about his career and his hobbies and interests. At the end of the letter he asked if Mike would meet with him and his family. He told Mike his other children wanted to meet their older brother and that he really wanted to meet him too.

It was a very emotional letter for Mike. If he read it once, I'm sure he read it a hundred times. The day after Christmas Mike asked me if I would go to Chicago with him on his spring break. I told him I'd be very happy to go with him. Mike wrote to his father the next day to tell him that he was interested in meeting them and would travel to Chicago on his spring break. He gave the dates and asked if that was convenient for them. He got a letter back that next week saying that they were all looking forward to his visit. Mike booked two round trip tickets, a hotel room that was reasonably close to where his father lived, and a car for the time we'd be in the city. While the trip was still months away, I could tell that Mike was excited to make this journey. I tried my best to keep his expectations within reasonable limits. I didn't want him to hope for something that just wasn't possible. No matter what we found in Chicago, it would never be able to make up for all that lost time. I know Mike was hoping for answers, but sometimes answers just don't exist.

In January Dr. Martin asked if Mike would like to help him by attending a lecture he was preparing for some of his students. Dr. Martin wanted Mike to talk about his experiences when he was kidnapped. This would be the first time Mike talked to anyone aside from me and Dr. Martin about his ordeal. Dr. Martin felt that this would be good for Mike to do for a couple of reasons. First it would help Mike to view and discuss what happened to him without reliving the experiences. Dr. Martin believe that he was at a point where talking with others about the events as well as his feelings and his personal struggles once he was free would aid in the healing as well as allow Mike to assess what was done to him in a more clinical and less emotional way. Dr. Martin also believed his students needed to talk first hand with someone who had lived through such devastating abuse for as long as he did. He also wanted Mike to discuss the treatment he'd been through and what helped him to heal and move on. Mike didn't really want to do it at first, but then he started to believe that he really did have something to contribute. He was somewhat unique in the types of abuse he suffered over an extended period of time. Often those subjected to such abuse didn't live to tell about it. Those who did often didn't survive intact and all too often couldn't be helped or hadn't had access to proper professional care.

Mike decided to attend the evening lecture and discussion. He wanted me there for moral support. I was surprised to see how Mike was able to talk to the young doctors about his situation. He was able to be clear and concise without being too graphic. He was also able to tell his story without any emotional setbacks. This time it sounded more like the first time Mike told me... like he was on the outside watching all of this happen to him. The discussion after the lecture lasted far longer than I expected. The doctors asked so many questions of both Mike and Dr. Martin and eventually even of me. The young doctors never would have known I was there had Mike not pointed me out as one of the greatest aids in his recovery. Dr. Martin asked Mike to come back again the following week to continue the discussion. He happily agreed.

I was a little worried that Mike might slip back into the nightmares after that evening, but he didn't. On the way home he talked about the experience and how much better he felt now that he was able to talk about the abuse without breaking down. It showed Mike that he had control of those experiences and could effectively deal with them.

As time progressed Mike became even more self-confident and more self-assured. He had progressed so far from that shell of a man I'd found on the street. He wasn't even close to that same man he'd been back then. He was whole and complete. He had direction and goals. He had pride in himself and his accomplishments. He wasn't aimlessly wandering just trying to survive another day. His goals were spaced out over years rather than moment to moment. Mike was still extremely shy in large groups. When he had to function with a large group, he preferred to have me close -- within touching distance. He was best with small groups and while shy with strangers, he warmed up quickly. Perhaps most wonderful of all was his sense of humor. Nothing about Mike's life was funny when we first met. There was nothing to laugh at and almost nothing to smile about. Now he was coming into his own with his often comical views of events around him. Mike seemed to have an uncanny ability to read people and put them at ease with his gentle manner and gracious smile. He was the perfect listener and a good conversationalist. He kept informed and abreast of current events. He was also very involved in helping the homeless in any way that he could. All of the major holidays found us dishing out food to those less fortunate. We both volunteered at the mission Mike liked. He spent more time there than I did and was actively involved with special projects especially raising funds for food, blankets, and clothing. He also encouraged the shelter to open a section of the building that wasn't much used to homeless kids. He donated more of his own money to help purchase beds and mattresses so the kids would have a warm place to sleep on cold nights.

Even as Mike grows and becomes his own man, we still seem to grow closer together. It isn't always easy to find enough time as we'd each like, but what time we do have together is never wasted with foolish disagreements and arguments. We've never fought or argued about anything really. That isn't to say we don't occasionally have different views on a topic because we often do, but we respect each other enough to allow for those differences. Those discussions tend to make us each stronger and the bond between us more solid. It's like our shared interests and similarities bond us together while our differences keep it all interesting and exciting and new.

The trip to Chicago that spring was a huge event in Mike's life. He was rightly guarded about his expectations and yet he really wanted to find a connection to his 'family' and create a bond between he and his father as well as his siblings. When we talked about it the night before we boarded the plane Mike said,

"I know you've been worried that I might be setting myself up for a setback or failure with this trip to Chicago, but I really think I'm being as realistic as possible. I know what I'd like to have happen, but I've been disappointed in my family more than enough to realize that the less I expect the less likely I'll be disappointed."

"I think it's good that you are making the effort by traveling to Chicago. I don't know what we'll find when we get there. I'm sure it will be at least a little awkward at first, but I hope all your dreams come true. I'd hate to see you get hurt by all of this."

"I know, Adam. I really do have to give this a chance though. If I didn't I'd wonder for the rest of my life. I'm so glad you'll be there with me. I don't think I could make this trip without you. Sometimes I still think I depend on you too much, but you're like my safety net and my rock. I always know I can depend on you when I can't depend on anyone else. I've got so many questions. I'm curious about so many things. If I at least get a few answers, I'll be happy and the trip will be worth the time, effort, and money."

"What questions do you have?"

"I guess more than anything I want to know a bit about the man who fathered me. I'd like to learn a little about his family... his nationality. I'm also very curious to know if I look like him... if either of the other kids he's fathered look at all like me. I'd like to know how he met my mother and why they didn't marry. I can see my mother being a one night stand, but I'm really hoping that wasn't the case. I'd also like to know some medical history. That isn't important now, but it could be in the future. I'd also like to see how he interacts with his kids... to see if he's a good father to them. I'm sure I'll wonder what it would have been like if I'd been with him instead of my mother, but I'm not going to think about that if I can avoid it. I wonder about his wife too. Are they happily married? How long they've been married... those sorts of basic things. I'd also like to know a bit more about his education and what he does. I've often wondered that especially as a young kid."

"I'm just hoping he is gracious and willing to help you with the questions you've got. You realize this is our first actual vacation don't you? I'm a little excited by that. We'll get to have sex in a strange city and a strange bed. I think that will be fun."

"We've been on ski trips so this isn't the first vacation."

"Those weren't vacations. They were short get-aways to ski and play in the snow. We never stayed more than a couple of nights."

"And it sounds like someone is horny again. Didn't we just have sex? I'm sure we did. How can you be thinking about doing it in strange beds so soon."

"It's easy. You inspire me. Besides it's been a while since we had sex... what time is it anyway? It's been at least an hour maybe more."

"You need to get some rest or you'll be grumpy on the plane. We've got to be out of the house and on the road to the airport by 5:30 in the morning. That means that you're not getting very much sleep."

"Sometimes you're too practical. I agree though. What time is the alarm set to go off?"

"It's set for 4:00."

"Damn... that's only five hours from now. Maybe I can sleep on the plane."

"This is my first plane trip. You can't sleep through it. I'm already a bit nervous and anxious about flying. I'm looking forward to it, but at the same time it's another first. I'm almost too excited to sleep. Maybe I should check the luggage again just to make sure we've got everything we'll need while we're there."

"How many times have you checked the luggage already?"

"Twice I think."

"Twice is enough. If we forget something we need we can always get it in Chicago. They do have stores there too you know."

"We really should bring something for the kids. I didn't think about that until now. I wish I would have thought about that before now. Most kids expect a gift when relatives visit don't they?"

"We can pick something up at the airport. They've got several gift shops there. We can also stop at a store in Chicago before we visit them, but it might be a better idea to find out a bit about each of them so that you can get them a gift they'd really like and use."

"That's a great idea. See... that's why we're good together. We balance each other. I'm a little bit excitable in some situations, and you're here to keep me calm and focused. I do love you."

"I love you too. Now get some sleep or you'll be dead tired when we meet them tomorrow evening."

"Good night, Adam."

"Good night Mike."

I felt Mike get up before the alarm went off. It was 3:30 when I looked at the clock. I knew he would be too excited to sleep. I finally got out of bed to find him in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. We had a cup each before we started to get ready. We were showered, shaved, and dressed with plenty of time to spare. We had two more cups of coffee each with some fresh fruit and bagels as we waited for the airport shuttle to pick us up. Mike was in panic mode thinking the shuttle would be late or forget us completely. It was pointless to try to calm him over this item because he'd just find another in only a few minutes. It was better he was thinking about the shuttle rather than ripping open suitcases to see if he remembered everything.

I don't know why the airlines/airports insist that everyone arrive so early. There was hardly anyone in the airport when we arrived so getting through the check points was a breeze. We had loads of time before we could board the plane. We found a cafe and had breakfast. After that we shopped some for trinkets for the kids. When that was finished we checked in at the boarding counter and relaxed until our flight was called. My parents had tons of airline miles that we were able to use to upgrade to first class seats both ways. I hated being cramped and crowded in coach. Since Mike hadn't flown before he had no idea how miserable it could be just beyond the curtain.

Mike was gripping the armrest like he was holding on for dear life as the plane taxied to wait in line for take off. When the engines revved up he held on even tighter as the plane took off down the runway. I think we'd been in the air for a full five minutes before Mike let out a huge sigh and loosened his grip. I'm not sure if he really realized when we went airborne. The steward in first class kept us busy with coffee and juice and more things to eat. I don't think Mike had time to think about much for most of the flight.

Landing was similar for Mike. He had that death grip on the armrests and took a huge gulp of air as the plane started it's decent. I don't think he let that breath out until we were approaching the terminal. When we got off the plane I asked Mike how he liked flying. He looked at me and said,

"It was easier than I expected. Now that I know what to expect it will be a breeze going home. I think the landing was the worst part. I just had this vision of the plane crashing into the runway, but that didn't happen."

"I've never seen anyone hold their breath as long as you did. I was starting to get worried about you."

"I didn't hold my breath the whole time, I was trying to breath slowly and evenly."

"Lets find our bags so we can get our car and get on the way."

We got out luggage and rental car and were on our way to the hotel. There was a map that highlighted our route from the airport to the hotel we were staying at. It was a bit of a drive through the city. I had Mike watching road signs and giving me directions as I watched traffic. We didn't get lost or anything. I was a little amazed by that. Mike wasn't always the best with directions.

The hotel was nice. We were both more than wrinkled from the long flight and a little tired too. We decided to get something for lunch at the hotel restaurant then rest for a while. We'd then shower and dress to join Mike's father and his family for dinner at their home.

We both felt great after our nap. Mike selected what we'd both wear. He was so cute. Once we were ready and he had the trinkets he'd picked up at the airport gift shop, we headed to the car. This drive was a little more confusing, and we did make a wrong turn or two. We'd left early enough to accommodate a few wrong turns so we weren't late when Mike knocked on the door. A young man answered the door. He was probably 14 or 15 and had the same blond hair as Mike. Mike introduced us to the young man and he beamed a great smile at us as he told us to come inside. That smile was so similar to Mike's. I could tell they were related. Like a typical teenager, Gary yelled from the hallway to the rest of the house to tell them we'd arrived. Soon a very attractive woman came into the room and introduced herself as Anne. We shook hands and were invited to sit on the sofa. Gary sat down with us next to Mike. Next to come down the stairs was Gary's sister, Jennifer. She too had a warm and friendly smile and that same blond hair only a few shades darker. Mike's father followed soon after. He was as tall as Mike's 6' and had a similar build though carried some extra pounds. He had Mike's blond hair and the same smile.

It was a little awkward at first, but that didn't last too long. Before long the conversation was flowing naturally as everyone had questions to ask and answers to give. Gary had just turned 15. He got an XBOX with two games. He had it set up in his room and wanted us to see it after dinner and maybe play a game if there was time. Jennifer was in her first year of college. She thought she'd be a teacher like her mother. The mother taught at an area high school. She was a math teacher. Gary played baseball on the JV team at his school. He invited us to come to his practice some afternoon. He talked about school some and his hobbies and interests. He was very friendly and anxious to know all there was to know about Mike. Mike's father who introduced himself as Mark, talked mainly to me as the kids occupied Mike's time.

Anne announced dinner so we all walked to the dining room. Gary showed us where he wanted us to sit while everyone else found their usual places. Dinner was very pleasant. Mark took this time to ask Mike questions about school and his future plans. Mark seemed to approve of Mike's career goals. Mark asked about high school and what Mike had been doing since then and his recent start in college. Mike was very graceful as he sidestepped the question saying that he wasn't able to attend high school and just wasn't ready for college until this fall. Mark seemed to have more questions, but thankfully decided not to ask that during dinner. When everyone finished eating, Anne and Jennifer cleared the table while the men retired to the living room. Gary was anxious to show us his XBOX and his room so we took the tour. It was a very typical teenager's room with posters of sports stars, a few popular movies, and a band I'd not heard of. Gary had the XBOX fired up and ready to show us his newest game. We each tried to play with Gary, but none of the three of us was much good at this racing game though I think Mike had high score.

Back downstairs we continued to visit until 10:00. At that point Mike and I thanked them for the wonderful meal and expressed interest in getting together again while we were in town. Gary tried to give Mike directions to the school so we could come to practice. Mike paid close attention, but I knew he wouldn't remember what Gary was anxiously telling him. We'd be certain to find the school though. Mark walked us to the car and asked if we could have lunch tomorrow. We agreed to meet. He asked where we were staying. Once he knew that he suggested a restaurant that was close to the hotel. We agreed to meet at 11:00 the next morning.

Back at the hotel, Mike asked if I'd like a drink at the bar. I knew that was a signal that Mike did. I agreed. When our drinks arrived he said,

"That seemed to go better than I expected. I'm really happy we came. What do you think?"

"I think it went very well too. I know you didn't get a chance to ask Mark many of the questions you've got, but perhaps you can do that at lunch tomorrow."

"I'm hoping to. I was a little surprised that he wanted to meet for lunch. He seemed like he had something to say. I wonder what it is."

"We'll find out in about twelve hours. There isn't any point worrying about it now. I'm sure it's all good."

"There's no reason for it not to be at this point. We don't really know each other well enough for anything too serious. What did you think of Gary? He seems like such a great kid... makes me wonder if I'd have been like him under different circumstances."

"He is a great kid, and he looks so much like you it's amazing really. You both look like your father though. He really seemed to want to impress you and get to know you. Usually guys his age tend to not want to spend a lot of time talking with adults. You really were good with him. You're a natural with kids."

"Thanks! He's easy to like. I wouldn't mind getting to know him better."

We finished the drinks and retired to our room. The day had finally caught up with both of us and the drink relaxed us both enough that sleep would come quickly. I'm sure I went to sleep the second my head hit the pillow. We woke and played for a bit before we got ready for the day. We had a light breakfast at the restaurant then got directions to the place where we were meeting Mark for lunch. Since it was within walking distance and a nice day we headed to the restaurant on foot. Mark arrived promptly at 11:00. We got a quiet table so we could talk without too many interruptions. My plan was to allow Mike and Mark talk while I just sat and listened. These two really needed to talk. I'd participate if needed, but didn't plan to contribute much. Mark started...

"You didn't say too much about why you didn't go to high school. I'm really curious to know what happened during that period of your life."

"I left home at 15 because it was impossible to live there. My mother's new husband was verbally and physically abusive. I wound up living on the streets. I was kidnapped from the street and held captive for just over four years. It was a very bad situation for me -- very abusive and very traumatic on so many different levels. I managed to escape and was back on the streets. One night Adam found me and bought me a meal at a restaurant and ended up taking me home with him. I've lived with him ever since. The last couple of years has been spent in therapy to help me learn how to deal with what happened to me. I've finally got most everything under control and finished high school last August and started college that September."

"Oh Mike, I'm so very sorry. I had no idea. Were they trying to get some sort of ransom from your mother?"

"No. His interest wasn't in ransom."

"I can't even imagine how awful that must have been for you."

"No one who hasn't been through it could possibly imagine it. I can't even believe it all happened some of the times. It sometimes all seems like a very long nightmare."

"Can you tell me more details?"

"Are you sure you really want to hear more? It isn't a very happy story though it does have a happy ending."

"I do want to hear more. I wish I could have been there. I wish I could help. I know you don't know me at all yet, but I hope we can change that. If I'd known I would have tried to do something. I hope you'll set some time aside for us to talk about this in more detail."

"I will if you really want to know the details. What can you tell me about you and my mother? She never said anything about you."

"We were in high school together. We dated most of my senior year. She was a junior. We continued to see each other when I'd come home from college. We were never in a serious relationship. We each dated other people even back in high school. The month before I was leaving for my junior year of college she told me she was pregnant. I wasn't capable of getting married at that point. I don't think she really wanted the baby, but she wouldn't get an abortion. I think her mother saw the pregnancy as a way to get money from my family. We were fairly well off compared to most people in the area. My parents and her mother reached an agreement where they'd pay support and medical bills until you were out of school. My parents paid the bills until I got a job after college. After that it was my obligation. I always paid. A few times I tried calling to talk with you, but your mother wouldn't let me do that so eventually I stopped trying. I've always felt guilty that I didn't try to do more. You'll never know how much this has eaten away at me over the years. When Anne was first pregnant I always thought of you... where you were... what was happening in your life. I can't tell you how happy it made me when you agreed to meet me and the rest of the family."

"I'm happy I decided to come here too. So far it's been much better than I'd hoped. I guess I wasn't letting myself expect much because I didn't want to be disappointed."

Our lunch arrived so we ate and talked generally about Mark's family as well as health issues that might be important for Mike to know at some point in his life. Mike heard about his paternal grandparents and his uncles and aunts and several cousins. Neither of us had even considered an extended family. We were both concentrating on Mark and his family. After lunch Mark asked,

"Mike, are you and Adam a couple?"

"Yes we are. I hope that isn't a problem for you."

"No... of course not. You both just seem so in love with each other. It shows in both your eyes. I'm happy you found someone who makes you so happy. My oldest brother was gay. He died a few years ago. Popular thought says that it's something you're born with so I'm not surprised that you are. Actually that is one of the reasons I wanted to meet with you both today. Both Anne and I think Gary might be gay too. He hasn't come out and told either of us yet, but he's dropped a few hints. He may have told Jennifer, but those two can keep a secret so if he did tell her, she will never tell us. Gary asked before you came if he could take you out to eat after one of his practices. He's very anxious for you to see him play and spend some time alone with you. I hope that isn't ruining your plans. I promised I'd ask you two too so he wouldn't feel awkward about it. It would mean a lot to him if you could spare some time for a practice and dinner. If you're going to be here next Wednesday he has a game after school. I know he'd be on top of the world if you could come to that. He might ask you himself. I've told him that all of this is new to you and you might be overwhelmed by the instant family you learned about."

"Actually, we discussed it last night and had planned to attend practice perhaps as early as this afternoon. We didn't make a lot of plans for our time here. We thought we'd play it all my ear. We're in town for ten days so there will be plenty of time to get together with Gary. Adam is the baseball fanatic in the family. He played in college. I know he'll want to go to the game. He talked about getting tickets to a game while we're here so perhaps we can take Gary with us to that. If you like baseball maybe you'd like to join us as well."

"That sounds like a great idea. I haven't been to a game yet this season. I know Gary would be willing to go. I don't even have to ask to know that answer. He lives for baseball... baseball and that XBOX contraption he showed you last night. That's about all he ever talks about. Gosh time has really flown. I've got a meeting this afternoon that I've got to get back for. If you're sure you're going to Gary's practice, I'll call Anne to let her know that you're taking him to dinner. He'll likely want pizza. I hope that's ok with you."

Mike looked at me. I nodded then Mike said, "We'll go to his practice this afternoon. What time does it start? What's the name of the school again?"

"His practice starts at 3:00 and is usually over by 5:30 at the latest. He goes to Wilson High School on Landry Drive. It's only about 15 minutes from your hotel. I can give you directions if you like."

"We can get directions from the desk clerk at the hotel. We'll see you this evening when we drop Gary off. Is there a particular time he has to be home?"

"He has to be in by 9:00 on school nights."

"Great! We'll have him home before then. It was good to see you again. I do hope we can get together again before we leave. I know you've got a busy schedule, but just call us at the hotel when you've got free time. In the meantime we'll arrange for tickets to a baseball game for the four of us."

We stood. Mark hugged Mike. It was awkward mostly because Mike wasn't expecting it, but they pulled it off. Mark wished me a good day as he grabbed the bill for lunch saying that it was on his company. Mike and I went back to the hotel to get directions to the school.

We changed into shorts and casual shirts since the weather was plenty warm enough for more comfortable clothes especially if we would be standing out in the sun for a few hours. We got to the school a bit early and asked one of the kids we passed where baseball practice was being held. He directed us to the back side of the school. We easily found the field and took seats in the bleachers. Soon the coaches came jogging out with the players. The stragglers were being yelled at by the coach to hustle. When the players were assembled there was a short meeting then the team spread out on the field and started to do stretching exercises. It was about that time that Gary spotted us in the stands and waved. When the exercising was over, Gary jogged over to talk with us before assuming his position on the field. He seemed so happy we were there. We watched as the team went through their practice routine. As practice was breaking up, Gary introduced his brother Mike to several members of the team and two of the coaches.

Gary walked with us back to the gym. He showed us where we could wait while he showered and changed clothes. He wasn't gone long. He was so excited when he came out with wet hair. He couldn't stop telling us how glad he was that we came. He really wanted us to meet his best friend, but he wasn't on the team so wasn't still at school. We told Gary that his dad said we could take him to dinner if he wanted to go. He was nearly jumping up and down at the chance to go out with us. Mike asked,

"So Gary, is there a good pizza place in this city?"

"Oh yeah... the absolute best pizza is at this place called Mama's. It's down toward the mall. I can give you directions. You'll really like the place and they serve other stuff if you don't like pizza. Lets go!"

We showed Gary to the car. Mike climbed in back so Gary could give me directions. While we drove, Gary kept up a solid stream of chatter about school, baseball, his family, and asking Mike questions about his life along the way. We arrived at the restaurant and got a table. The place was pretty busy with families and groups of young people. Gary saw some kids from school and stopped to talk. He grabbed Mike and introduced his brother to them. Gary seemed so happy to have an older brother. We all talked about what he liked and didn't. Gary was fine with everything except anchovies and green peppers. We ordered an extra large combo and a pitcher of soda. As we waited for the food Gary was in question mode. He asked,

"So do you guys live together?"

"Yes. We live in Adam's condo. He's got a very nice place."

"So how long have you guys been living together?"

"It's about about two and a half years now."

"So you aren't married or anything?"

"No neither of us is married."

"Cool... so you've got a pretty nice place huh? Maybe one day I can come to visit you."

"That would be very nice. You can come whenever you want."

"You mean it? You'd really let me come stay with you?"

"Well sure... as long as it's ok with your parents. You'd have to ask them and get their permission."

'That's way cool! Maybe I can come stay with you this summer. That would be so great!"

"Are you sure you wouldn't be bored?"

"Nah... I'd bring my XBOX unless you get one first. I've never really been any place except to my grandparents place. That's ok, but I'd much rather come visit you. You guys are cool."

"Well then I guess all you'll have to do is convince your parents."

"Yeah... I'll start working on them tonight when I get home. So what do you guys do? I mean you have jobs and stuff?

"I'm a dentist, Gary. I've got my practice just a few blocks from where we live."

"And I'm going to school. I'm in the middle of my first year of college. I haven't been working yet, but I guess I should start soon."

"How do you get money if you don't work?"

"Well, Adam was paying most of the bills..."

"I knew it!" Gary exclaimed as he interrupted Mike.

"Knew what Gary?"

"That you guys are a couple. You are aren't you?"

"Yes we are. Does that bother you?"

"No... it's so cool."

In almost a whispered tone Gary said, "I think I'm that way too. I just knew it when I met you both last night. I really wanted to ask when we were in my room, but I chickened out. It's so cool to know someone else who's the same as me."

"Do your parents know?"

"No... Geez... Why would I tell them? They'd probably freak or something."

"Your dad knows that Adam and I are together."

"You're shittin' me... You told him that? What did he say? He musta freaked bad..."

"Actually he said he was very happy for both of us. He seemed to genuinely mean it. He said he could tell that we were very much in love with each other."

"No way... He said that? For real? He actually said that to you?"

"Yes he did just this afternoon. The three of us had lunch together."

"Yeah.. I knew he was meeting you for lunch. He said he had some personal things to tell you."

"So you think you're gay?"

"Yeah... it's pretty hard being gay when there isn't anyone to talk to about it. I got like a million questions for you. You probably think I'm just a kid and all, but well... I know. I'm not interested in girls at all that way. All my friends are dating girls and I'd like to be dating a couple of my friends. No one I know is gay, and it isn't like you can just tell everyone. All the guys I know hassle anyone they think might be gay. It's pretty brutal. It would just be nice to be around guys who are the same as me. I really hope you weren't kidding when you said I could come for a visit. I really do want to."

"You're always welcome to come visit. I know it can be hard especially at your age. Other kids can be mean and not very understanding. If you have questions that we can answer, we'd both be happy to help you out wouldn't we Adam."

"Of course we would. No one should have to go it alone. We're always there for you. You can send us email or call or come stay with us. We will always be there to help you out."

"Thanks Adam.... and you too Mike. I really appreciate that. I'll probably be calling all the time now that we know each other. It's really great to have an older brother. I always wanted one. My sister is cool, but it's not the same. Do you have other brothers and sisters, Mike?

"No... just you and Jennifer."

"That's so cool! I mean for me at least. Maybe when I come we can do some things together... you know brother types of things. I've always thought of a big brother taking me camping. Mom and dad both hate camping. I've only been a couple of times, but it would be so great to go with you. Umm... unless you don't like camping either."

"I'd like to take you camping. I think that would be a lot of fun. Would you mind if Adam comes too? He's a real outdoors man. He fishes and hikes and knows all sorts of neat stuff. Every winter we go to the mountains. The first time we went we played on sleds, but since then he's taught me to ski. It's a blast!"

"That sounds like fun. Sure Adam can come too. He'll be like the older older brother. You guys are both awesome! I was worried that you might not like us or be mad at dad. He told me a bunch of times not to get excited or expect too much, but I just knew you'd be cool. So how did you guys meet?"

"We met one night on the street. Adam invited me to join him for dinner so I did. He invited me to spend the night at his home and we've been together ever since."

"You guys did it on your first date?"

"No... we were like roommates and close friends for over a year. Adam was a lot like my older brother. He helped me get my life together and get started in school."

"That's really nice. You're a good guy Adam. Thanks for helping my brother. So you guys are in love aren't you?"

"Very much so. I think we loved each other from the very beginning."

"That so romantic. You'll probably think it's silly, but that's what I want too. I'd just like to meet one guy and fall in love and live happily ever after. Jennifer say that's a fairy tale and not real life. I can't wait to tell her that it does happen, and that it happened to you. I mean if you don't care if I tell her. I won't say anything if you don't want me to."

"It's ok if you tell her. We don't advertise our relationship, but we don't hide it either. Adam's parents and his brothers and sister all know and are fine with our relationship. They are really nice people and have been so good to me too."

"Do you think I should tell my mom and dad about me?"

"That is up to you Gary. It's something you have to decide to do when the time is right for you. It's a big step."

"Yeah... but now that I know I have you, if they freaked out too much I could always come to stay with you."

"Well... that is one possibility, but I really don't think they'll freak out. We always assume the worst in this situation."

"Yeah... I suppose..."

After dinner we took Gary by a store at the mall so he could check out a new game. He was excited that the game was finally in stock, but not so happy that he didn't have enough money on him to get the game. Mike, in typical big brother mode, bought the game for him after getting assurance that it would be ok with his dad. We had him home just before 9:00 that Thursday evening. He yelled as we came in the front door that he was home. His mother was the first to appear followed by his dad. Gary related the events of the evening -- well some of them anyway. He was very excited that we'd made it to practice. He told everyone that he had a great time and couldn't wait to do it again. We visited for about 30 minutes before we left.

The next Friday morning I ordered tickets to Sunday's baseball game. I was able to get four great seats right behind the home team dugout. Mike and I had a lazy morning and finally made it out of the hotel room for lunch. Once back in the room Mike noticed the message light flashing. He listened to the message and laughed. Gary had called to tell us that if we didn't have anything planned he thought he'd come by after school since he didn't have practice on Fridays. He wanted to make sure we weren't bored. Mike also had a message from his father. He returned that call. His father wanted to know if we'd be available for Sunday dinner at their home. Mike told him about the game and that we did have tickets for Gary and him. If that didn't interfere with dinner then we'd be happy to attend. Mark indicated that dinner was flexible and would work out fine. He was looking forward to the game.

Mike and I used the hotel pool that afternoon and continued our lazy day. We were back in the room by 2:30 -- just in time to get a call from Gary who just wanted to make sure we were there before he came over. One of his buddies was dropping him off so he'd arrive soon. Neither Mike or I had any idea what we'd do to entertain Gary for the afternoon so we started to think of options. One was going to the pool again. It was basically unoccupied. Another was a trip back to the mall, but neither Mike or I felt like doing that. The last and least appealing was sitting around the hotel room. We decided on a trip back to the pool.

Gary didn't have swim wear so we picked up trunks from the hotel gift shop. They were far too expensive for what they were, but saved us time and energy going shopping somewhere else. Once we were all dressed we headed to the pool. We had a great time playing in the water. At first it started out just being an individual swim and progressed into a bit of a competition between Gary and both of us. That lead to some basic horsing around, dunking each other, playing tag, and other little games that we created as we played. We spent over two hours playing in the pool when we decided to call it quits. We each showered in our room and got dressed again.

Mike and I decided to try a steak house the desk clerk recommended. It wasn't too far away from the hotel. We asked Gary if he'd like to go. He naturally said that he would so we had him call home for permission. His mother was a little unhappy that she didn't know where he'd been all afternoon, but gave permission for him to join us after talking with Mike to make sure he wasn't intruding or monopolizing our time. He assured Anne that Gary was a welcome addition to our evening and no problem at all. At dinner Gary offered to show us the sites around the city on Saturday since he didn't have anything to do. Both Mike and I thought it would be great to have a guide so we agreed providing his parents approved. Back at the house Gary announced his plans for Saturday. He wasn't the least bit shy about telling rather than asking. His father asked if he didn't have chores to do Saturday. It seems that Gary did, but figured that since he had company in town it would be rude not to skip the chores to take care of his guests. We all chuckled at his logic. He was a very skilled at getting what he wanted from his parents. When his parents agreed to his plan for Saturday, Gary embarked on another. He decided that we should get an early start to the day since there was so much to see. Gary told his dad that he'd have to be up early to drop him off at the hotel, or he could just spend the night with us so we could get an early start and his dad could sleep in.

That shocked both Mike and me because neither of us had considered having an overnight guest at the hotel with us. Gary pleaded with his parents to let him spend the night with us. When asked if that was ok with us, we agreed if they approved. Mark seemed to be reluctant at first saying that Gary was being a bit of a burden and that we might like some time to ourselves. Mark further countered with the fact that there likely wasn't enough room for another person and that Gary would be sleeping on the floor. Gary said,

"Dad... there's two beds in the room and they only use..." , he caught himself giving away too much information and corrected, "I mean it's a big enough room for three people. I can always sleep on the floor. It will be like a camping trip or something."

"Are you sure you really want him to spend the night? He'll likely talk your ears off. You'll never get any sleep." Mark offered.

"Dad!... They aren't going to be here that long. I won't get to see my brother again until summer. It will be a good chance to get to know them both better so we'll have more in common when I go there this summer to visit. I won't talk all night either."

"If you're sure you don't mind, it's fine with me. Anne do you have any objections?"

"Mom... it's gonna be fine. I promise I won't be a bother."

"It's fine with me, but I think Mike and Adam might change their minds about having you come to visit them this summer after spending a whole night with you." Anne laughed.

"God! You guys talk about me like I'm some sort of devil or somethin'. I'm not that bad! I'll go get my things. It will take me like five minutes to pack. Back in a flash!"

We talked while Gary went to his room to pack. He bounded down the stairs in less than five minutes and announced that he was ready. His mom asked,

"Did you remember your tooth brush and clean underwear?"

"Geez... Mom... do you have to talk about my underwear in front of company. You are so embarrassing!"

"That's what mothers are for to embarrass their sons. You're sure you have everything?"

"Yes, I've got everything including clean underwear. Can we go now?"

"You have a good night and fun tomorrow. Call us sometime tomorrow Gary so we know when you'll be home."

I will mom. Good night! See ya tomorrow..."

Back at the hotel we stopped at the restaurant for dessert then headed to our room for the night. Once we got there we each took turns in the bathroom to get ready for bed. We all wore boxers to bed, but Mike and I removed them once we were settled under the covers. I slept better without them, and it was nice to feel all of Mike touching all of me. Mike kissed Gary on the forehead as he was saying good night to him. Gary grabbed Mike around the neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was so sweet to watch the two of them. We were all settled and drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

It was about 6:30 the next morning when I opened my eyes to see Gary looking at Mike and I as we were sleeping. In whispered tones I asked,

"Gary are you ok? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah... I was just watching the two of you sleep. You both look so happy. It just feels good to think that... well... that maybe one day I'll find someone too. It's just so cool."

"It's too early to be up. Come on, climb in bed and go back to sleep for a while. We've got a long day ahead of us." I said as I pulled back the covers to allow Gary to get in.

"You mean it! This is awesome!"

"No funny business. Just go back to sleep." I said as I pulled him toward me so he wouldn't fall out of the bed.

Gary snuggled into my right side. Mike always slept on my left. He nuzzled his face against my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered "Thanks..."

He fell back to sleep rather quickly. When I woke the second time, Gary's head was resting on the right side of my chest and Mike's head was on the left. Each had a leg over one of mine. I was trapped, but it felt so good -- comfortable. Mike woke up shortly after and kissed me before he noticed Gary sleeping with us. He whispered,

"When did he join us?"

"A couple of hours ago. He was watching us sleep."

"I guess that means you won't be getting any this morning."

"There's always the shower. We haven't done it in there yet. This is our perfect chance."

Gary started to stir and stretched his whole body our and pressed it against mine. He definitely had a solid case of morning wood going. He was grinding it into my hip as he opened his eyes and looked around. He smiled at Mike and said,

"Good morning!

"Good morning to you! Did you sleep ok?"

"Great!" he said and he stretched and pressed against me again. It was at that point that he moved his hand down likely to rearrange himself that his hand brushed again my unclothed erection. That shocked Gary I think because it was like he instantly realized that he was pressing himself against me with an erection of his own. He moved over a bit, but there wasn't far to go because he was already nearly on the edge of the bed. I held on to him so he wouldn't fall and Mike got out of the bed. Gary's eyes were big as saucers as he looked at his naked brother walk around the bed on his way to the bathroom. He stopped to grab fresh boxers from the suitcase. I asked him to grab a pair for me too. Gary swallowed hard and said,

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have gotten in bed with you last night. Do you think Mike is mad at me?"

"No, not at all. He's just not very talkative first thing in the morning. He'll be better after the shower. Speaking of which... I'm gonna join him in the shower. That should give you time to take care of this." As I said that I grabbed his erection that was still against my leg. I've never seen anyone blush such a dark shade of red. He said,

"Sorry. I didn't mean to poke you with it or anything."

"Relax buddy... it's ok. All guys get erections. From what I felt against my leg, you have a nice one. Now I'm gonna do my best to keep Mike occupied in the bathroom for the next half hour. That should give you ample time to take care of that bad boy there."

Gary was still blushing when he said, "I'm so embarrassed."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Gary. It's just an erection. I'm sure you get them all the time, and I'm sure you've masturbated at least a couple times before."

"Yeah... like every day..."

"You take care of yours while I take care of Mike's."

"You guys are gonna do it in the bathroom?"

"Yeah... in the shower. Now you've got 30 minutes so don't waste it."

"Cool..."

With that I left for the bathroom. Once inside I leaned back out and tossed a hand towel to Gary on the bed. It landed on his face. He blushed again and smiled as I closed the door.

When we came out of the bathroom, Gary was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting his turn for the shower. As we passed I quietly asked, "Did you have enough time to take care of business?

Gary smile at me and said, "Yeah... twice." he snickered.

It was obvious from the smell in the room that some sort of sex had recently occurred. I'm sure Mike noticed, but he didn't say anything until Gary was in the bathroom.

"Smells like Gary had some fun while we were in the shower."

"I think he did. He's a typical boy -- always horny."

"So exactly how did he end up in our bed? He wasn't upset or anything was he?"

"No. He said that he woke up and was just watching us sleep. He said we looked so comfortable and so happy. I think he was feeling a bit left out or alone. I didn't want to make him go back to his own bed so just invited him to join us. He's just a young man looking for someone to focus all of these intense feelings he has that are coursing through his body. He's a bit of a romantic I think. He told me that he can't wait to find someone to be happy with. I think we should probably talk with him about sex and the consequences. I'd hate for him to rush into anything or make a mistake by trusting someone he shouldn't. Maybe you can find some time today to talk with him about that."

"Why me? You seem to have a good relationship with him. I think he might take it more seriously if it comes from you rather than me. He does seem to have a bit of a crush on you or haven't you noticed?"

"I hadn't noticed that. I thought he might have a crush on you."

"I think I'm the big brother he never had and always wanted. You on the other hand aren't related. He shares several interests with you like baseball and hiking and camping. I think he's looking at you as someone he might be attracted to so be careful and don't hurt his feelings."

"I hadn't thought about it that way. I'd never do anything to hurt him. I will try to talk with him... maybe we both could."

With that conversation we were dressed and waiting for Gary to exit the bathroom. When he came our he smiled sheepishly at me and said just quietly enough so only I could hear,

"Sorry I took so long, but well I had a little extra business to take care of again. It smelled like cum in there, and my dick just got hard. I didn't want to be going around with a hard on all day."

"Just be careful so you don't wear it out, buddy."

He laughed as he pulled on his clothes.

We left the room for breakfast and a day of sightseeing around Chicago.

and that brings me to the end of this part of the story...

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