Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2008 14:22:57 -0700
From: David Courson <dsc110875@hotmail.com>
Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 19

Stephen and Vann, you're the best.  Thank you guys!!!!!  And I would also
like to welcome a new addition to my band of 'helpers'.  Jarod, thanks for
taking over for Stephen as he gets acclimated to his new job.  I am glad to
have you here and thanks for volunteering.  Stephen, I wish you luck.  I
know what is going to happen to you and know you are strong enough to
handle it.  If you ever need me for a question or anything else, you got my
number.  Best of luck to you and your new future as a Professional Driver.

George, thank you for all the work you did with the group.  I hope things
go well for you in the future.  Good luck in Houston.  I really hope it
works for you.

Thank all of you, the readers, for your support and patience on this
story.  I want to thank you for your wonderful emails and the push you guys
give me to keep this story going.  If I have not responded to your emails
yet, please be patient.  I will get to each and every one.

I also want to apologize to everyone for this chapter being so long in
coming.  I have been suffering from a bit of depression and just haven't
felt much like writing.  Not to mention the crash of my new computer, which
I am glad to say didn't erase my story and I got them all back without any
problems.  Everything is working again and I thank you guys for the support
you have shown me over the last few weeks.  It was definitely what I needed
to finish this chapter. I hope to not take nearly as long for the next
chapter.  Thank you all for your patience and I hope you guys continue to
enjoy Quarterback. 

Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes -- Part 19

The next morning, I awoke and looked at the clock on the bedside table and
saw it read 7:42.  I dropped my head back onto the pillow and gave a sigh. 
I didn't want to get up, but I knew we had to.  I was excited to see my
extended family.  As long as they didn't know my secret, they couldn't
think bad of me and would surely be happy to see me.  At least, I hoped it
would be that way.

I turned over and looked at my sleeping prince and smiled.  He looked so
peaceful, sleeping silently; I almost didn't want to wake him.  Instead, I
moved his arm out of the way and scooted up next to him and put my head on
his chest and listened to that familiar thump I had listened to many, many
times before and found that I had missed.

As I was listening to the rhythm of his heart, I heard his lungs fill with
air and felt his body go ridged with his stretching.  When he relaxed
again, I felt him place his right hand on my head as he told me good
morning.

"Yeah, it is, puppy.  How'd you sleep?"

"As usual, with you in my arms, wonderfully, but this bed isn't all that
comfortable" he answered.

"Yeah, I noticed.  Maybe we can change rooms for tonight.  My back is
killing me from this mattress," I replied.

"It is?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I feel like I slept on rocks," I told him.

"Here, turn on your tummy and let me rub your back for a few minutes."

"Todd, you don't have to do that," I said, letting him off the hook.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to," he said, throwing off the covers,
revealing his nakedness to the room.  "Just let me pee first.  Turn over;
I'll be back in a second."

I got into position and heard the splash of his urine hitting the water,
and then heard the flush of the toilet.  Before coming back to me, he
washed his hands and then returned to bed.  He climbed on top of me and sat
on my butt and started my massage.  When he touched my back, his hands were
still cold and clammy.  I jumped at the unexpected temperature difference
and when I explained why, he rubbed his hands together very fast and also
blew in them, like you would during winter, to warm them up.  When he
placed them back on my skin, they felt wonderful.

He massaged from the tops of my shoulders to the crack of my ass.  His big
hands, aided by the large muscles in his arms, gave me the best back
massage I had ever received.  He stopped a few times and worked on some of
the tight muscles to get them to relax, and after about fifteen minutes, I
told him I was good and that if he didn't stop, I was going to go back to
sleep.

When he got off me, I turned and saw him rubbing his shoulder and told him
it was time for me to return the favor.  He tried to protest, but I
wouldn't hear of it and ordered him to lie on the bed.  When he did, I got
on his butt and started the massage of his muscular back.  About a minute
into it, I decided I could give a better massage if I had some lotion or
something, and then thought of what I had brought with me that would work.

"Hold on a sec," I told him.

I went to the suitcase and unzipped a little compartment on the front of
the bag and reached in and grabbed the lube I had packed.

"So, does that mean you want to have sex?" he asked me.

"No, it's so I can move along your back easier.  We're gonna get in the
shower soon, so I figured, why not?"

"Cool," he exclaimed, turning back over and laying face down again.

When I resumed my position, I flipped open the bottle and squirted some
lube in my palm and rubbed my hands together.  When I put them on his back,
I rubbed the lube all over to even out the slickness and restarted my
massage.

"Ahhh, much better," I said, feeling my hands slide easier.

"Yeah, it feels better too," he told me.

I rubbed his back and shoulders and neck for a long while.  I wasn't paying
attention to the time, but instead, was enjoying giving him the massage. 
He never stopped me and I just assumed he was enjoying it too.  Only when I
heard the faintest sound of a snore did I realize he had dozed off again. 
I continued for a few more minutes before I woke him.  When I did, he
turned over between my legs and thanked me with a kiss and pulled me down
and held me in his arms, with my head on his chest for a few minutes.

"Who are we gonna see today?" he asked.

"God, I don't really know.  I would expect Charles' brother, Uncle Thomas,
his wife, Aunt Vicky and their kids, Tom Junior and Betty.  Then there is
Charles' other brother, Uncle Daniel and his wife, Aunt Connie and their
son, Mark.  All of them are the immediate family.  The rest would probably
be my Granny's brothers and sisters and their families, then of course
there's Mitch and Charles and Barbara."

"So, how many you think might show up?  I mean a number?"

Thinking of all my aunts, uncles and cousins, I told him, "I would think
about thirty or so.  Probably more with Granny's friends."

"Wow, that's a lot of family," he said.  "What's your grandmother's first
name?"

"Sue.  We kids sometimes call her Granny Sue.  Papa died a decade or so
ago.  He developed pneumonia and was hospitalized, but they couldn't save
him.  Granny was devastated for many years after that, but she learned to
live with the loss.  Sometimes when I came down to visit over the summers,
I would hear her talk to Papa.  She would think no one was listening, but
I'd hear her call his name and start a conversation.  I would imagine she
knew what he would say, because she would answer an imaginary question or
just start laughing for no reason."

"Maybe she could talk to him," Todd said.

"Well, if so, I never wanted to see his ghost.  I think it would scare me
too much.  I mean, I know it would be Papa, but to see him and not be able
to touch him would scare me.  You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I understand.  Sometimes I have little conversations in my mind with
Chris.  I know he's not there, but it makes me wonder what he would do in a
certain situation or what he would say to someone."

I lay there and listened to him talk about Chris and felt a bit of
emptiness.  When he quieted down, I told him, "I really wish I could've met
him.  He sounds like he was a wonderful person."

"Oh, he was.  I don't remember a lot, but from what I do remember, he never
once picked on me or made me feel bad about anything.  I remember him
making me laugh and calling me little bro.  I just wish I could have known
him better.  I wish he was still with us.  I wonder what he would look
like...sound like...now."  Thinking for a second, he added, "He would have
been twenty seven in November.  I just wish I had my older brother back."

"I wish you did too, puppy."  We lay in silence for a moment and I thought
of something else to tell him.  "If a genie came to me and told me I had
only one wish, I'd wish that Chris never had cancer and that he was still
alive."

"And I would thank you for that wish every day of your life," he said,
hugging me tighter.

I finished my statement, saying, "Even if the genie told me that my entire
existence in this world would be wiped clean.  I would never have been born
and no one who knows me would remember me, I'd still do it."

He moved his hand to my chin and pulled my face up to look into his eyes
and asked, "Why would you do that?"

"Because, then you, mom and dad would have Chris back.  If it meant
sacrificing me for you three to have him back, I'd do it in a heartbeat.  I
know how important family is to you guys.  If it meant Chris was still
alive, I'd do it for you."

"If you did, I'd die of a broken heart," he said to me, very seriously.

"No, you wouldn't," I assured him.  "You wouldn't remember me.  That would
be part of the stipulation."

"My mind might not remember you, but my heart could never forget."

I smiled at the thought that if something like that was even possible, Todd
would remember me in some way.  I put my head back on his chest and kissed
his skin, and hummed softly as he held me tight.

A few minutes later, he broke the silence and reminded me that we needed to
get in the shower.  Once we were dressed, Todd packed the suitcase and we
grabbed our belongings and before leaving, stopped by the front desk and
explained the situation about the bed.  The young man behind the front desk
smiled at us and apologized about the inconvenience and offered us a new
room.  He explained that they had been full the previous night and offered
to hold our bag for us if we wanted him to.  Todd accepted and the guy came
around the counter, handed us a number and tied the same number around the
handle of the bag.

He told us that he would personally take care of locating us a new room,
and that if it was ready before our return, he would have our bag delivered
to the room.  We thanked him for his kindness and concern and left the
hotel.  On the way to the car, Todd mentioned that he was hungry.

"Just wait.  If I know my family, they're preparing the biggest breakfast
you can imagine."

He smiled at me and unlocked my door and opened it before walking around to
his side.  I leaned over and unlocked his door and after we were strapped
in, he pulled out and headed down the road to Granny's place.

After about five or so minutes, we arrived at the old home where I had
spent most of my summers with my cousins.  The five of us would gather at
Granny's place for the summers and the parents would stay for a week or so
then leave us all for about a month with Granny and Papa to look after us. 
When I got older, I asked Papa why they did that, and he told me that it
was their way of giving our parents a little time to themselves to be
together and keep the romance alive.  Now looking back, I assumed me meant
time to themselves so they could do whatever they wanted, but I don't want
to think about what they would have done. Yuck!!!

I looked at the cars in the driveway and only saw two that I recognized;
Granny's and Mitch's.  That meant that Barbara and Charles hadn't arrived
just yet.  I didn't look forward to it, but still, I was still nervous, and
Todd noticed.

When he turned off the engine, he popped open his door and noticed I didn't
move.  He stopped and looked at me and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just nervous is all."

"Blake," he said closing his door again, "Don't be nervous.  This is your
family.  If anyone is nervous, it's me."

I looked at him and grabbed his hand.  "I know, but I'm worried that
someone may ask who you are and then look a little harder and just figure
it out.  I don't know how they'll react.  That scares me.  Plus, what if
Barbara tells someone, thinking they will be on her side, and they are? 
I'll be humiliated.  Especially if they treat me like she did."

He shook my hand to get me out of my rant and said, "Don't worry about it. 
If things get too bad, Mitch will help you out and we can always leave. 
You won't have to stay and be humiliated by it."

I looked at him and he added, "So, okay, are we going in?"

"Yeah," I said and smiled at him.

We dropped hands and got out of the car.  Walking up to the door, Todd told
me to stop fidgeting and I looked at him and smiled.  He knew me way too
well, but it was a relief that I had someone like him, who knew my little
insecurities and still loved me anyway. 

Stepping up to the door, I gave a knock and then opened it and looked
inside.  When my head was visible, I heard about four people call my name. 
Immediately, I smiled and relaxed.  I walked in and two of my cousins,
younger by three and four years, came to me and gave me a big hug.  When I
stepped back from them, I saw that Tom was looking more like his dad and
Betty was looking just as beautiful as her mother.

"Wow, you two have grown," I said to them.

"Yeah, well, it's been like ten years," Betty said.

"Yeah, it has.  Way too long," I said.  I was about to say something to
Tom, but Mitch came over and gave me a hug.

In my ear, he told me that Charles and Barbara were to be there any minute,
but not to worry.  He would intervene whenever possible, to keep the
tension down.  I thanked him and was about to say something to him, when
other family members came over and hugged me.  I glanced back and saw that
Mitch was talking to Todd, and that made me feel better.  I thought Todd
might just be standing around feeling awkward.  I was relieved to see that
he wasn't. 

After all but one member of my family was greeted and hugged, I saw the
birthday girl, herself.  She looked at me and smiled and I said, "Gotta
save the best hug for last, right, Granny?"

"Of course, child."

She smiled a big smile and opened her arms wide for me to fall into.  I
wrapped my arms around her and told her how much I missed spending time
with her over the summers.

"Well, baby, you just need to come down for a visit for a week or so.  You
know my home is always open to you."

"I know, Granny.  And I do appreciate it."

"And you know we can have pancakes every morning too.  I know they're your
favorite."

"Yeah, you sure do know the way to my heart is through my stomach with your
pancakes."

"Well, it's kinda hard to forget when you would ask for them every
mornin'."

I stood back to look her over and I have to say, for being eighty; she
didn't look a day over sixty.  She had beautiful, silvery white hair,
flowing down to shoulder length.  Her once bright blue eyes were fading,
slightly, but still had that twinkle there to let us know she was still
alive and kicking.  Since the last time I had seen her, it looked as if she
had lost a few pounds too.  I remember her as a big woman and we all loved
her that way.  It was more to hug on and you felt safe and warm when she
would wrap her arms around you.  I still have that same feeling, but there
is less of her to love, and it looked great.

She brought me out of my gaze and asked me who the nice looking young man
was standing at the door with Mitchell.

"Oh, Granny, everyone.  This is Todd, a good friend of mine from school."

I introduced him to everyone and by the time I got to Granny, she had
foregone a handshake and taken him in her arms and into one of her warming
hugs.  "Welcome to my home, young man."

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Moore."

"Oh, please.  Call me Granny or Granny Sue.  Everyone does."

Todd smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am.  I'll do that, Granny Sue."

Over the course of the morning, and over breakfast, each of my family got
to know Todd and asked questions of him.  I was worried he might say
something to give us away, but was relieved when he thought about his words
before answering their questions.  I was asked a lot of questions as well
by my table neighbors, my cousins and Aunt Connie and Uncle Daniel.

There was only one face at the table I didn't know.  There, on the opposite
end was a nice looking guy, I would guess in his early twenties, sitting
near Aunt Vicky and Uncle Thomas. 

When I inquired who he was, I saw Aunt Connie flick her eyes to Uncle
Daniel and he responded, "That's Mark's best friend.  He's staying with us
over the summer because his parents had to go overseas for business for a
couple months.  He didn't want to go, so we offered him a place to stay
while they were gone."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Tripp Marlin," Aunt Connie answered.

"Cool," I said, going back to my breakfast.

Once our breakfast feast was done, we all kinda scattered throughout the
house and I walked over to Todd and asked if it was enough food for him.

"Oh my, God, I'm about to bust," he said, holding his stomach.

"Told ya," I said, smiling.  "You won't need lunch, but they're going to do
something just as big.  I can almost guarantee it."

"How do you not gain any weight with all this good food?  You said you
stayed with them for a month or more over the summers."

"I learned to take only what I was going to eat.  Granny would try to put
more on my plate, but I actually had to cover it with my hands to stop
her.  She would laugh and tell me I was going to whither down to nothing if
I didn't have thirds."

"Thirds?" he asked, shocked.

"Oh, yeah! You were almost required to have seconds, but thirds were
optional.  She would try, but I would beg her not to give me anymore.  She
knew I would eat it if it was on my plate, so I had to start thinking of
clever ways to avoid getting thirds.  And playing in the yard with my
brother and cousins helped keep the weight off."

He shook his head, not believing the amount of food he had just eaten and
the stories I was telling him.  After a few more minutes of conversation,
we found a seat on the couch and Tom, Jr. came over and sat between us and
started talking to us both.  While asking a question to Todd, I heard a
knock at the door and then a voice said, "Knock, knock." 

It was Barbara, followed by Charles.

I looked over at Todd, and he gave me a calming look and then I looked back
at them as they greeted everyone.  After the greetings were done, I decided
to keep things civil and told them hello and asked how their trip was from
Atlanta.

Barbara gave me a look of distaste, one that only I recognized, and then
put on a sickly sweet face and answered, "It was fine.  A little traffic,
but other wise, it was just fine."

I nodded my head towards Charles and he looked away, ashamed.  I smiled and
shook my head not believing his reaction.

Over the course of the next few hours, Barbara did everything she could to
avoid Todd and myself.  Charles, on the other hand, made a couple attempts
to try and talk to me, but when I noticed he was coming my way, I would
excuse myself and go over to Granny or someone else and start a
conversation.  I could see the rejection in his eyes, but at that point, I
didn't want him or Barbara ruining my day, or Granny's birthday.  My plan
was avoiding them, at all costs.

About one o'clock, Granny and the women served just a big a lunch as I had
imagined.  Todd looked at me with pleading eyes asking if he had to eat.  I
laughed and said he needed to eat something, but not a lot.  He grabbed his
stomach again and told me he would try.  I waited for Charles and Barbara
to take their seats before finding my own.  When I did, it was on the
opposite end of the table and I had Todd sit across from me. 

Todd and I ended up playing footsie with each other and every once in a
while, I would give him a look that I hoped no one would notice.  If anyone
did, they didn't say anything.  I watched Todd as he ate, and I think his
eyes were too big for his stomach again.  He ended up getting seconds of
just about everything, and came back for thirds on potatoes and roast
beef.  I just looked at him and smiled and told him I knew it would get the
better of him.

"Yeah, I'm probably going to be sick later, but it's just so good," he
responded, shoveling food in his mouth.

By the time everyone stopped eating and we were just talking, there came a
lag in the conversations and I looked at Granny Sue and said, "So, Granny,
you ready to start the washing cycle like we used to?"

"Sure 'nough Blake."  Addressing everyone, she said, "Okay, you kids go in
the living room and relax.  Connie and Vicky, you know where the Tupperware
is, put this food away, will you?  Blake and I'll start washing."

All the men and kids got up and went into the living room and turned on the
TV while Aunt Connie and Aunt Vicky went to the breezeway, or sun porch as
some would call it, and picked out the Tupperware they needed to package
the food up for the fridge.  As usual, Granny went into the kitchen and
started the dish water and I started collecting the plates and scraping off
any leftovers into one bowl for use in feeding the dogs and cats she had
collected over the years.

Bringing in the first stack of plates, I sat them next to her and went back
for the others.  After clearing off the table and with all the extra food
packed and stored in the fridge, it was just Granny and I in the kitchen. 
She was washing and I was drying. 

We were talking and she was asking me about school and I told her of the
prominent things that needed to be shared, but left out other details, as I
still wasn't sure about her reactions.  When the conversation lagged, she
kept washing, but then looked at me and asked, "So... Does he treat you
right?"

My hands stopped moving from drying the dish I was working on as I looked
at her, afraid of what she meant.

"Who?"

"That young man, Todd."

"What do you mean, Granny?"

She stopped washing and looked at me.  "You know what I mean.  I can tell
you two are more than friends and I just want to make sure he treats you
right."

I looked at her in disbelief.  I was speechless.  When I was able to find
my voice, I answered, "Yes, ma'am, but... how did you know?"

"I've suspected for a while, but I just thought it was something like a
phase.  You were always a little more sensitive than the other boys, but
when you grew out of it, I didn't think about it again, until today, when
you showed up with him."

"You're not upset or angry with me?" I asked.

"No, child.  If you're happy then that's what matters to me.  I don't care
who you love, as long as they love you back and show you the respect you
deserve."

I felt my emotions rising, but held them back and smiled.  I put down the
dish I was drying and gave her a hug.  "Thanks, Granny Sue."

With her hands in the water, she hugged me back by raising her shoulder and
hummed.  I knew what it meant and was grateful she didn't ask me to leave
at that very moment.

Picking up the dish I was drying, I finished it up and Granny said, "You
know, Mark and Tripp are a couple, too."

I looked at her and was shocked.  "They are?"

"Yes, sir.  Have been for, oh, about three years now.  Ever since Mark
moved to Montana to go to college."

I looked over at Mark and, once told, still saw no signs of him being gay. 
I looked at Tripp and couldn't see any with him either.  "I had no idea," I
told her.

"He came to visit two years ago and brought Tripp then, and I knew
something was there.  A grandmother just knows these things.  So, I asked
him.  He was so nervous, but confessed.  When I told him I had no problem
with it, he looked relieved and gave me a hug, just like you did."

"How is it you are okay with this?  I mean, a woman of your age, most are
not as accepting."

"That's true, baby, but I've had a lot of friends who were gay.  Most of
them have since passed on, though.  I still have a few that I visit with on
occasion.  And for a while, I wasn't quite as accepting of the idea of two
men or two women being together.  But one day, I was out with some friends
of mine for lunch, and a nice young couple came over. It was Danni's son. 
She introduced them as her son and son-in-law.  Well, I was polite, but I
didn't like it.  After they left, all us ladies asked her questions and,
some started to attack her for accepting them.  Those ladies claimed to be
Christians, and I was one of them.

"She was so upset; she left without finishing her meal.  I felt terrible
about the way I had acted and treated her, so on my way home, I stopped by
her house and her son and his partner were there.  When her son answered
the door, he didn't look happy to see me and asked me to leave.  I insisted
that I needed to see her and he finally relented and let me in.  Well,
Danni wasn't too happy to see me either, but I started the conversation and
before you know it, three hours had passed and I got to know her son and
his partner.  That day and those wonderful people taught me a lesson I'll
never forget."

"What was that?" I asked.

"Love comes in many forms.  It's not our job to judge, but to accept that
it came from God.  And as we all know, He doesn't make mistakes.  He knows
what He's doing."

I smiled at her, but then my smile faded with remembering how Barbara
treated me.  Granny noticed and asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing.  I just wish everyone could learn that lesson."

While continuing to wash, she turned her head towards me and asked, "What
do you mean?"

"Let's just say that I haven't had such a warm welcome with some people
about me and Todd."

"Who?" she asked, noticeably more upset.

I didn't want this day ruined and tried to brush it off as not being
important.

"It is to me.  Who's been doing this?"

"Granny, please.  Don't worry about it.  I don't care anymore, so it's not
a big deal."

She didn't like that answer, and grabbed the towel I was using to dry the
dishes with and once her hands were dry, she looked at me and said, "Let's
go to the breezeway and have a talk."

I sighed and knew it was about to come out.  I wasn't looking forward to
the outcome, but I followed her to the breezeway.  Once the door was
closed, she asked me again who was giving me a hard time.

"Granny, please?" I begged.

"Blake, you're not leaving this room until you answer my question.  Is it
someone in the family?"

I looked down at my feet and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Is it Mitchell?"

I looked up and said, "Oh, no ma'am.  He's been great."

"Then who?  Is it your mom and dad?"

Again, I looked down and didn't answer her.

"Blake," she called, more sternly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"What have they done?"

Reluctantly, I told her the story of how they found out and what was done. 
I didn't get too far along, for when I mentioned that they had signed away
their rights as my parents, she interrupted me with a loud, "WHAT?!?!"

I heard the house fall silent, and I said, "Granny, please.  Things are
fine now.  I don't have to worry about them anymore."

"This is unacceptable," she said, storming out of the breezeway.  I stayed
put, trying to avoid what was about to hit the fan.

I moment later, I heard her, with her angry voice, say "You two, in my
room, NOW!!!"  As she stormed down the hall, the usual sound of the
trinkets in the house started to clank with heavy footsteps.  When us kids
were younger and doing something that Granny or Papa wouldn't approve of,
we were careful to listen to that very sound.  When we heard the clanking
of the metal candle holders, or the crystal lamps we knew someone was
coming and gave us just enough time to be 'innocent' again without any
trouble ensuing.

I sat down on an upside down five gallon bucket and put my head in my
hands.  A few moments later, I heard a voice ask me what just
happened. When I looked up, I saw it was Todd.

"Well, Granny knows.  She's okay with it, but she got out of me what my
parents did and she got pissed."

"Uh, yeah, I can tell.  She pointed at your mom and dad and told them..."

"Yeah, I heard," I said, putting my face back in my hands.

Even from out on the breezeway, I could hear some yelling.  It seemed to be
only Granny doing the talking.  From what I remember, she wouldn't let
anyone get a word in edgewise when she yelled.  About five minutes later,
we heard her voice resound through the house a lot clearer when she opened
the door and said, "Get out of my house."

"Oh, shit," I said to Todd, placing my face back in my hands.

I peaked through my fingers and looked up at him and saw him looking
through the doorway to the living room.  He made a face like things weren't
going to well, then I heard the sliding glass door open and then, finally
close again.

I heard Granny's footsteps through the house, again accompanied by the
clanking, and heard Uncle Daniel ask her what just happened.

"It's none of your never mind.  What happened was between them two and
me."  She paused for a moment, then asked, "Where's Blake?"

Todd's voice rose a little and said, "He's still here, Granny Sue."

A minute later, she walked in and looked at me.  "Blake, I'm sorry about
everything.  His rejection of you might have been because of how I used to
be, but I would never have guessed he would have given you up over
something like this."

"Granny, it's fine.  I'm doing just fine without them.  But from what Mitch
told me, Charles wouldn't have signed the papers.  He said he missed me too
much when he thought I ran away.  I think Barbara did everything, forged
his signature and lied to them both."

"Why that b..."  She stopped what she was going to say and looked at me.  I
couldn't help but smile with what I thought she was about to say.

"What was that Granny?" I said, smiling big.

"Don't you worry about that. It was a slip of the tongue, but I caught
myself."

"Yeah, okay.  A slip, my behind."

She smiled at me with a wry smile, but then her smile faded and asked,
"Honey, where are you living?  What are you doing about money?"

I nodded my head and said, "Todd and his family took me in.  I lived in the
car for a month because I was too proud to tell anyone.  Too afraid to call
any family members for fear they would say I deserved it.  Afraid I would
be disappointing you if you found out about me."

I could see her eyes turn watery with emotion and she waved me over.  "Come
here, honey."

I walked to her and she took me in her arms and wrapped her love around
me.  "Please don't ever be afraid to tell me anything, anymore.  I won't
judge you, that's not my job.  My job, here on this Earth, is to love you,
protect you and provide for you.  That was supposed to be your parents'
job, but I guess it was too much for them.  I'm so ashamed of Charles right
now."

The hug lingered for a few more minutes and I heard her sniffle a couple
times before she broke our embrace and turned to Todd and walked towards
him.  "You and your parents took in my grandson?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am.  When we found out he was living in his car, we had to do
something, so mom told him he was going to live with us."

"She wouldn't take no for an answer," I chimed in.

Granny turned back towards Todd and gave him a hug.  "God bless you and
your family for doing such a wonderful deed."

"It's our pleasure.  Mom and dad love having a second son in the house." 
He glanced at me and said, "I guess my reasons are a little more selfish."

"Why is that?" she asked him.

"Because I love him and want him with me."

She smiled and looked between Todd and me and said, "That's not selfish. 
That's love and that's all that matters."

Granny took us to the formal den, which was never used unless she and her
friends were playing cards, and sat us down and talked.  She asked how we
met, my financial situation, our schooling and other things that she wanted
to get caught up on, finally knowing the real me.

Every time a member of the family came looking for us, Granny would tell
them to excuse us and that we would be done soon.  They would apologize for
interrupting us and politely leave back to the living room.  After a couple
hours of talking, asking questions and laughing, we settled down and then
it got silent.

"I wonder where mom and dad went." I said to no one in particular.

"I don't know, and frankly, I'm not worried about them.  It was wrong for
them to do what they did to you.  Charles will be lucky if I ever speak to
him again."

"Oh, Granny, don't do that.  He's your son.  Don't do what my mom did to
me.  Just let some time pass and then talk to him."

"I don't know.  I'm upset with how they've handled the situation.  They
shouldn't have thrown you out.  It's not right."

"To be fair, mom threw me out," I said.

"Yes, but Charles never came looking for you.  That's what upsets me most."

I nodded my head and said, "True.  I just thought he agreed with mom,
that's why he didn't."

Granny Sue couldn't think of anything more to say.  Instead, she took me in
a hug again and said, "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you,
Blake."

"I know, granny.  I love you so much."

"I love you too, pumpkin."

I blushed, having not heard that nickname in a couple years.  My fear was
that Todd heard her and was going to start using that as my nickname too.

Breaking the hug, she looked at Todd and said, "Thank you and your family
for taking in my baby.  Please take good care of him, and if he makes
trouble, you give me a call.  I'll straighten him out for you."

"Granny Sue," I said, embarrassed.

Todd smiled and said, "Don't worry, Granny Sue.  He's no trouble.  We love
having him as part of the family."

"Well, good.  In a few months, when I make my trip to Atlanta, I'll make it
a point to stop by and visit and thank your parents, personally."

"They'd love that.  But I won't be around."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Todd's going to New York for college."

Granny looked from me to Todd with a smile and asked, "Really?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling.

"What school?" she asked.

"New York University," he answered.

"How marvelous," she said, excited for him.  "How did you come to chose
NYU?"

"I was watching a documentary on colleges and universities when I was
younger, and NYU was featured on it.  Ever since, I said that's where I
wanted to go.  And I was accepted a couple months ago, so I'm happy and
nervous at the same time."

"Why, that's understandable.  You're happy to be leaving and starting a new
journey in your life, but nervous because you won't know anyone or
anything.  In time, things will fall into place for you.  Be excited about
the new adventure and don't worry about what the future holds.  I can't
remember who said it, but I once heard a saying that went, 'If you keep
looking to the past, you'll end up tripping over the future.'"

"I like that," Todd said, "But Blake still has another year to go.  I'm
gonna miss him and my parents a lot."

"Oh, I know you will, but then you can visit.  They can visit you.  Oh, the
excitement of it all has me giddy," she said, smiling big.

"Yeah, me too," Todd agreed, matching her smile.

There was a silence that fell over us and Granny broke it by asking, "Who
wants dessert?"

Todd and I both gave a look of `you've got to be kidding' while we both
held our stomachs and nodded that we were not one of the ones that wanted
dessert.  Granny Sue laughed at our responses, and then added, "Well, come
on back to the kitchen.  We've got some dishes to finish, pumpkin."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, following her through the dining room to the kitchen.

As I stepped in front of Todd, he leaned into my ear and asked, `Pumpkin?'"

"Don't start with me," I teased.

"Yes, pumpkin," he said, putting his hand on my back.

Todd asked if he could help, but granny wouldn't hear of it.  She told him
to go back to the living room with everyone else while she and I finished
the dishes.  Once we were done, she told me to go and join everyone else
while she went and took a quick nap.  "Being eighty, you get tired more
often than before.  Enjoy your energy while you can."

I smiled at her and told her to sleep well and off she went through the
formal den to her bedroom, avoiding the family so she wouldn't get pulled
in many different directions on her way to relax.

I sat across the room from Todd and got bombarded by the younger relatives
with questions about school and living in Atlanta.  Uncle Tom, Aunt Vicky,
Tom, Jr., and Betty lived in a small town in Kansas.  Little Tom and Betty
loved the bustle of the city.  The nearest major city was Wichita, about
three hours away, and when they traveled to the city, they loved seeing the
buildings and the people and such.  They told me it was better than the
farm lands they lived near.  `Nothing but fields of wheat or corn and farms
and cows,' Betty once told me.

We talked for a while and I answered their questions and when they got
bored with talking, they ended up on the floor with Tom reading one of his
comics and Betty reading a novel of some kind.  I sat for a few minutes
before excusing myself and walked outside to get some air.  I looked at
Todd and he gave a motion to ask if I wanted him to come with me.  I shook
my head and he smiled, understanding.

I walked into the back yard and ended up sitting on the ground with my back
against a tree.  The breeze was blowing and I could smell the salt air of
the ocean just a few miles away.  I looked up into the bright, clear sky
and saw seagulls flying overhead, singing their familiar songs in the
wind.  I put my head back on the tree, watching the birds in the air and
relaxed.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps coming my way and smiled, knowing
Todd wouldn't listen to me. 

"What happened with your parents?" came a voice that wasn't Todd's.

I turned my head and saw it was my cousin, Mark.

"Oh, hey.  Long story," I said.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and said,
"Well, I've good ears and the patience for a long story.  Hit me with it,"
he said. 

He flicked the pack upwards and a single cigarette came out of the top of
the pack.  He grabbed it with his lips, then replaced the pack, dug out a
lighter and flicked the flame up to the end and lit the small paper rolled
tobacco stick.

"When did you start smoking?" I asked, surprised.

"A few years ago.  Bad habit, I know.  But I enjoy it."

"You know you should quit," I said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Anyway, about this story," he said, changing the
subject.

"Barbara and Charles kicked me out."

"Barbara and Charles?  Not even mom and dad?"

"Nope.  I'm not their kid anymore."

"All because you're gay?"

"Ah, so Todd told you?" I said.

"Nope.  I knew.  Hell, I've known for a long time."

"How long?" I asked him.

"Oh, I don't know.  About five to seven years, I guess.  The last time mom,
dad and I came to Georgia and you and your family came down.  I knew then."

"I wish I had," I said, barely audible, looking at the ground.

Silence fell between us for a few moments before he asked, "What do you
mean, you aren't their kid anymore?"

"They signed a document to relinquish their rights as my parents.  They
officially and legally disowned me."

"No way!!!  Are you shittin' me?"

"Nope.  They hated me that much when they found out.  I couldn't believe it
at first, but now, I don't care.  Don't need `em."

"But still, Blake.  To be disowned, legally.  That's got to hurt," he said
with worry in his eyes.

"It did at first.  When mom kicked me out, I had no where to go.  I lived
in my car for almost a month, until Todd found out where I was staying at
night.  Then he got his parents involved and now, I live with them. 
They're my family now."

"How did that come to be?" he asked me.

I gave a sigh and said, "Todd and I were kinda seeing each other, and well,
we kinda started fighting..."

"'Bout what?" he asked, interrupting me.

"I told him I loved him, twice, but he never said it back.  Then he went
and got a girlfriend when school started back.  It hurt, and I thought he
was using me for sex, but since he was my first and only, I fell in love. 
He did little things to show me, or so I thought, that he loved me, but he
never said the words.

"Well, one night it came to a head, and I let him have it.  It was the same
night he found me at the rest area.  There was a bad storm, and I was
settled in to sleep, when I noticed him outside my window.  He scared the
shit out of me, at first, but when he wouldn't leave, I got out, yelled at
him, hit him and then broke down in his arms.  When I stopped crying, I
told him to go away.  It was too late and I didn't need his love anymore."

"Well, it looks like something changed.  I mean, he's here with you today."

"Yeah.  He told me why he didn't say I love you and it was a good
explanation, but the reason I forgave him is because of a dream I had. 
Basically, my heart was telling me that if I didn't forgive him, I would
lose him forever.  My heart still loved him, but my mind was telling me not
to give him another chance.  My mind was telling me that he didn't love me
and was only saying he did to continue having sex with me."

"And?" he asked, prodding me to continue.

"He loves me.  With every thing he is, he loves me, and I love him too. I
honestly think we're soul mates.  We're meant to be together.  Besides
Barbara and Charles, everything is perfect.  Well, almost perfect.  He's
going away to college in about a week or so.  I'm gonna miss him terribly."

"How long have you two been together?" Mark asked.

"I met him two Christmas' ago.  December 23, 2007.  We met at the mall. I
walked into the store where he was working. I looked around for a minute
then picked up a book and he came over to ask me if he could help me with
something.  When I saw his eyes and who he was, I couldn't speak.  I put
the book down, and said, `no thank you' and left.  I was so nervous and
intimidated by him, I just...couldn't speak."

"Why were you intimidated?"

"You know I'm the school nerd, right?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding his head and taking a drag off his cigarette.

"He's the high school's star quarterback."

"Holy shit," he said, smiling big.  "How did you get so lucky?"

"Hell if I know," I answered.  "Barb and Charles almost didn't let me go to
the mall that day.  I told them that I was getting their gifts, so they
eventually let me go.  And that's when I saw Todd.  After school started,
he saw me again, in the gym locker room.  I had to get a shower because of
a bad chemistry experiment, and he was there.  That's when he kissed me for
the first time."

"He kissed you in front of everybody?"

"No.  He and I were the only ones there.  Long story, but it happened. 
That's when I fell in love with him.  And I found out later, he did with me
too."

"Wow," he said, putting his cigarette out in the grass.

"Anyway, after Barb kicked me out, I lived in my car for close to a month. 
Then Todd followed me to the rest area where I slept at night.  Like I said
before, there was a major storm and I was sitting there, about to fall
asleep when lightning struck, lighting up the sky, and I saw a silhouette
outside my window.  I though it was the cops, at first, but when I heard
the voice, I knew it was Todd. 

"I got out and I yelled at him and he never once raised his voice.  He kept
telling me that he loved me, but I wouldn't listen.  Finally, I broke down
and started hitting him on the chest.  I hit him about four or five times,
maybe more, and then collapsed in his arms.  When I got back up, I told him
to leave.  He said, `You can hit me all you want, but I'll never stop
loving you'.

"After he left, I got in the car and lay down on the back seat and cried. 
I was just about to doze off when the back door opened.  It was mom. 
Sorry, Christine, Todd's mom.  She got in and told me I was coming to live
with them.  Since that night, I've never left."

"Wow, that's some story," he said to me.

"Yeah, and that's the condensed version," I said, letting him know there
was a whole lot more.

"Maybe one day, you'll have to tell me the whole story."

"You don't want to hear it.  A lot of it is boring."

"I doubt that," he said, winking at me.

After a few minutes of silence, I flipped the conversation and asked him a
question.  "Well, Granny Sue says Tripp is part of the family now.  How did
you two meet?"

Before he said anything, I saw his face light up and a huge smile cross his
lips.  "Our freshman year at college."

"Okay, and how did it come about?" I said in that, `don't leave anything
out' kinda voice.

"We were in the same dorm, but different rooms.  Well, my roommate and his
roommate were best friends, and they asked if we wouldn't mind switching
roommates so they could room together.  Neither Tripp nor I had a problem
with it, so we agreed. Well, Tripp moved in with me and after we got
settled in, we established our routine.  Everything was perfect.  Our
schedules were just different enough where we didn't get in each other's
way, but still got to spend time together.  We became fast friends and
soon, started getting closer."

"You mean, sex?" I asked, smiling a mischievous smile.

"Not exactly.  Remember, we were both straight at that time," he said with
air quotes.  "But at night, we heard each other jerking off.  We were
always in our own beds, but we could hear the panting and stuff.  Just
typical straight boy behavior.  We never touched each other.  He didn't
know at the time, but the thought and sounds of him jerking off made me
hot.  Anyway, we spent every waking minute together.  We enjoyed each
other's company.  I actually started missing him when we had to go our
separate ways for class.

"Well, one night, we had just gotten back from dinner and I popped in a
movie to watch.  A comedy I think.  Anyway, there was a point where there
was a real heartbreaking scene in it and I had tears running down my face. 
Being the straight boy I was, I turned my head and wiped my eyes, trying to
hide them.  When I turned back, I saw him doing the same thing and his eyes
were just as red as mine were.  We got a kick out of the fact that we were
both sensitive enough to cry because of a movie and laughed our asses off.

"That weekend, we were just lounging around the room in our boxer briefs,
watching another movie.  Well because of the angle of the TV and the set up
of the room, my bed was always the better viewing location, so he came over
and sat on my bed next to me.  It was another drama filled movie with a
soft touch that made us both cry.  This time we didn't hide it from each
other, but instead, just kinda let it flow. After it was over, we ended up
talking about what we hoped to find in a relationship.

"When I talked, I said she, even though I meant he.  When he talked, he
didn't mention pronouns at all, instead saying the person, or whoever. 
Things like that.  I got it in my mind that he meant 'he' too, but wasn't
one hundred percent positive.  I told myself that I had to find out and got
the balls to lean over and kiss him.  He was so shocked that he pulled away
and I was so embarrassed.  I told him I was sorry and please not tell
anyone. I then locked myself in the bathroom for about half an hour.

"I cried because I was so scared he would tell someone, or worse, tell an
administrator and have me kicked out.  When I heard the suite door close, I
came out and looked around.  All his stuff was where he left it and things
were as they had always appeared to be.  I was so ashamed that I climbed in
bed and turned against the wall and cried myself to sleep.  I just knew
that when he woke me in the morning, or when I woke up, either one, that I
was going to be asked to pack and leave."

"Well, what happened?" I asked, impatiently, as he lit another cigarette.

"About an hour or so later, I woke with someone touching me.  I freaked and
turned over, trying to get them off me.  Tripp grabbed my hands and told me
it was okay.  He wasn't mad at me or anything.  He said he had to think
about what happened and apologized to me for pulling away, but he explained
that he was shocked that I actually kissed him.  I pulled my hands back and
scooted as far away from him as possible.  My back was trying to disappear
into the wall; I was so close to it. 

"We talked for a little while and I kept apologizing to him for doing what
I did.  He finally got so tired of me saying I was sorry, that he leaned
over and kissed me.  My eyes were as big as saucers, I was so stunned. 
When he pulled back, he asked me if he needed to apologize for kissing me. 
I told him no.  He said, `Then stop apologizing to me for doing the same
thing'.

"Well, to wrap up, we talked for a while longer then he got in his bed and
we went to sleep."

"That's it?" I asked, unfulfilled from the story.

"Well, that's how we started to get comfortable with each other, yes.  But
I'm not done.  A couple of days later, our routine got back into the swing
of things and that night, we had our mutual jerk off.  We were in our own
beds and after a few minutes, I heard him get out of his bed.  My eyes were
closed, thinking of the kisses we shared earlier in the week.  Next thing I
know, I felt lube on my dick.  I opened my eyes and looked at him. 

"'What are you doing,' I asked him.  He told me to hold on and he was going
to show me.  After putting the lube back on the desk, he straddled my legs
and put our cocks together.  He grabbed my wrists and pushed them up over
my head and held them there then leaned down and started kissing me.  It
took me a few minutes to actually realize what was happening and when I
did, I also realized he was rubbing his cock against mine and between our
stomachs. 

"Once the realization hit me full force, I couldn't hold back.  Our tongues
were fighting and our dicks were rubbing against each other so fast; I
swear you could have started a fire.  With him leaning over me, I shot my
load.  I breathed heavily into his mouth and came.  It covered both our
stomachs and lower chests.  As soon as I was done, he came.  He stuck his
tongue in my mouth and I sucked it as he shot his load on our chests too."

"Holy shit, I'm hard now," I said, covering my crotch to hide it.

"Yeah, me too," he said, adjusting himself.  "Anyway, he collapsed on top
of me and we relaxed for a few minutes, then he got up and went to the
bathroom.  I was going to wash myself when he was done, but he came out
with a warm wet wash cloth and cleaned my chest and stomach.  When he was
done, I thought he was going to hand me the cloth to clean my dick, but he
did it himself.  When he was finished, he threw the towel in the hamper and
got in his bed and pulled the covers up and went to sleep.  I so wanted him
to sleep with me, but figured I shouldn't push it."

"Wow, what a way to start things off," I said, feeling ashamed that I
didn't tell him how Todd and I really met.

"Yeah, that's what started it, but within a few days, we talked and finally
told each other we were gay.  We did the best we could as far as dates go. 
We ate together and still saw each other every chance we got.  But we had
already gotten to know each other from being roommates.  By the weekend, he
was in my bed, or I in his, just sleeping.  We waited a while longer before
we did anything sexual again, besides kissing."

"That's so cool," I told him.  "When did you guys decide it was time
to...you know...do it?"

"About two weeks later, we jerked off again, in the same way.  A week after
that, we did oral, and two weeks later, we made love for the first time. 
It was so sweet.  What about you and Todd?"

"Well, I wasn't completely honest with you.  The first day we met, we did
it."

"What?  You slut!!!" he said, teasingly, and laughed at me.  "How did that
happen?"

So, I told Mark the truth about how Todd and I met, telling him that I
hadn't even thought of sex before that day, but after getting a taste, so
to speak, I was addicted and needed more.  I explained about most of our
sexual adventures, telling him what Todd taught me and what we had done.  I
actually glanced at his crotch and saw a tent forming, and decided I better
not tell too much more. I could tell he had the general idea by what I had
already told him.

"Wow.  And you've never done anything like that before?" he asked.

"Nope.  I was there to do one thing, and it wasn't to have sex.  I didn't
even know about sex in public or anonymous sex until that day.  I'm just
glad it was Todd that it was with."

"Since you've gone all the way, how do you like it?"

I blushed with the thought of Todd and me having sex and started to get
excited.  I adjusted myself and said, "It's wonderful.  Honestly, I've
never been so in love before and it's great.  It's just..." 

My words trailed off for a moment, but Mark asked, "It's just what?"

I looked over at him and said, "I wish he'd let me top, just once, to feel
how it is."

"You haven't topped yet?"

"Nope.  He's scared of my..."  I looked down to give him the indication of
my dick.

"Damn, Blake.  How big are you?"

"I'm not huge, but the thickness is what he said he's afraid of."

"Why?  How thick are you?"

I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and showed it to him.

"About the size of a fifty cent piece?  That's not too thick," he said.

"Maybe not for you, but for him, it's huge.  He's never had anything in his
ass before.  I've tried a finger, but he doesn't even want to do that. 
He's afraid of the pain it might cause."

"Well, yeah, there's gonna be pain at first, but it goes away."

"I know that, and he knows that, but he doesn't like pain, or so he says."

Mark thought for a second and said, "You know, maybe the pain is just an
excuse.  Maybe he's afraid if he bottoms, he'll lose the dominance in the
relationship.  I mean, with him being a quarterback, probably the most
recognizable position on a team and being in such a manly position and
sport, maybe he's afraid of enjoying the submission or something."

"Yeah, maybe.  I'd like to try it, but I'm not going to leave him if I
never do."

"That would be a mistake.  He's one hot guy.  And very sweet too, from what
I gather from the talking we've done," Mark pointed out.

"Yeah, he is.  But Tripp's a hot guy too.  Guess we got lucky on finding us
a couple o' hotties."

"Of course we did.  It's because we're hotties ourselves."

I laughed at that and said, "Well, you may be.  I'm just a nerd that got
lucky."

"Oh, bullshit, Blake.  Underneath that nerdy exterior is a hottie.  I can
see him.  And I'm not just saying that because we're family.  I mean it."

I smiled at him and said, "Thanks, Mark.  That makes me feel better."

"Anytime, little cuz."  He hit me on my shoulder and smiled.

"You ready to go back in?" I asked.

"In a minute.  Let me get one more smoke in."

We talked for a while longer so he could have one last cigarette, and he
told me the hotel he was staying in and I told him we were in the same
hotel.  He told me that even though Aunt Connie and Uncle Daniel were
accepting of him and Tripp, his mom insisted on an adjoining room and
insisted on keeping the door open so they couldn't have sex. 

"She's not too keen on the idea of us having sex.  She doesn't even want to
think about it, so they keep the door open so we can't.  Also got us double
beds, so we can't even sleep together."

"What about at home?  What do you guys do then?"

"We have to wait until they go out or something before we can do anything. 
I can't wait for school to start again, so he and I can live together."  At
that point, I saw his face light up with an idea.  "Hey, why don't you come
up and live with us for a while?  Just while Todd's in college."

"Can't.  I still have another year in high school."

"Oh, yeah," he said, his face falling.  "I forgot.  How old are you now?"

"Just turned eighteen," I smiled.

"Ahhh, I remember eighteen.  Just wait until you turn twenty one.  Then
you'll be able to do everything legally."

"Hey, don't rush me.  I want to enjoy eighteen, first."

"I understand," he said.  He took one final puff on his cigarette then
stubbed it out in the grass asking, "You ready to head back in?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He got up and extended his hand to help me up.  We chatted until we arrived
back at the door and when we entered, I saw Granny Sue up from her nap,
which was good, since I forgot to wake her.

"I overslept by five minutes," she said.

"You needed the rest," I reasoned.

"No, its 'cause my alarm clock didn't wake me.  I was wondering why, but
now I know," she said, squinting her eyes at me.

"Sorry, Granny Sue."

"No worries, child.  I did need the rest after all.  I'm fine," she said,
laughing.

"Good," I said, walking over and kissing her on the cheek.

She patted my arm and I walked over and took an empty seat next to Todd. 
When I did, I put my head against his shoulder and watched the family.

"Is that why your parents left?" Uncle Thomas asked, nodding his head at
Todd.

I looked over and was about to say something, but Granny Sue stopped me and
said, "Yes, it is.  And if anyone else in this room has a problem with it,
you know where the door is."

Silence fell over the room and Granny Sue looked at everyone, except me and
Todd.  After scanning the family, she sat back in her chair and said,
"Charles and Barbara couldn't accept Blake for who he is.  They couldn't
stand that Blake was different.  So much so, they made it legal."

"What do you mean?" asked Uncle Daniel.

"They signed away their rights as his parents," Granny Sue explained.

"What?  No," Aunt Connie said.

"Yes, ma'am," I confirmed.  "I saw the signatures myself.  I studied them
and couldn't believe they actually signed the papers, but figured, since
they had, I was the one to make it legal.  I signed my name and then it was
filed.  I'm no longer their child."

"Hold on a second," Mitch said from the other side of the room.  "You
actually had to make it legal with your signature?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Why didn't you tell me that?  Why did you do it?"

"I guess I forgot, and I just did.  They had already signed the paper, so I
did too.  If they wanted to get rid of me so bad, I didn't want them as my
parents anymore."

"Where are you living now?" asked Aunt Vicky.

I grabbed Todd's hand and answered, "With him and his parents."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am.  Todd and I've been seeing each other for a little over a year
and a half now.  I moved in with them at the end of January.  They are my
family now.  As well as all you guys, too, of course," I added, remembering
who I was speaking with.

"I just can't believe that Charles would do that," Tom senior said.  "He
never said anything when we were growing up.  Do you remember him not
liking that or saying anything negative about it when we were growing up,
Danny?"

"No.  I'm stunned.  From what I remember, he had a friend in college.  They
were best friends until, oh, what's his name?  Well, it doesn't matter what
it was.  They were best friends until he transferred to another school,
closer to home."

"Yeah.  I remember that kid.  I remember telling Charlie that I thought he
was..."  He stopped short of saying the word gay, after looking at the
younger kids, I guess so as to not have to answer any questions.  "Well,
you know, and he told me that if he was, it didn't matter.  He never had
anything against them.  I wonder what happened?" Tom senior added.

"I think it was mom," Mitch chimed in.

"What makes you think that?" Aunt Vicky asked.

"Every time it was mentioned in the news or the paper or somewhere, she
would say nasty things.  Things like they were going to he..."  He looked
at Granny Sue and said, "H-E-double hockey sticks."

"Why is she like this?" Uncle Daniel asked.

"I don't know.  Maybe it's her upbringing?  Something she picked up when
she was little.  I don't know," Mitch finished.

"Well, it's all over with now.  Blake is loved by us and by Todd's family. 
They're together and things are great.  If only Charles and Barbara could
get some sense in their thick skulls, they might see how wonderful their
son actually turned out and what a wonderful," Granny gave a hopeful look
when she added, "son-in-law they'd be getting."

I saw Todd blush and look down.  "One day, Granny, yes.  But for now, we're
going slow," I said.

"Well, good," she said, smiling at us.  "I didn't mean to embarrass you
Todd.  Please forgive me."

"I'm not really embarrassed, it's just not something I'm used to talking
about with so many people I don't really know."

After a couple minutes of nothing in the air, the silence was broken when
Betty asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

Aunt Vicky pulled her down to sit in her lap and said, "Todd and Blake are
boyfriends."

"I know that, but what were you guys talking about?" she said in that
matter of fact voice.

"We were talking about why Aunt Barbara and Uncle Charles made him leave
their house.  They didn't like the fact that Blake is different."

"They kicked him out?" she asked her mother.  Turning to look at me, she
asked, "They kicked you out?"

"Yeah, they did."

She got off her mother's lap and came over to me and fell over my body and
gave me a hug.  "I love you, Blake.  You being different makes you
interesting."

"Thanks, Betty.  You being as smart as you are makes you oh so lovable," I
said, giving her sides a squeeze.

"Hey," she said, struggling to get away from me, laughing.

"What about Todd?  He deserves a hug, too," I said.

"Why?" she asked me.

"Because he's letting me live with him and his mom and dad."

She looked over at Todd and took the two steps and fell over on him too,
and hugged his neck.  "Thank you, Todd."

"My pleasure," he said, squeezing her tight.

"I... can't... breathe," she said, acting as if he had squeezed her too
hard.

"Betty, I'm sorry," he said, pulling her back to look at her.

"See, I told you I can be an actor," she said, turning and directing her
comment towards her brother.  "I'm fine, just had to prove a point to Tom."

"Well, you had me fooled," he said, smiling big.

She leaned back down and kissed him on the cheek before returning back to
her mother's lap.

A couple of hours later, we gathered things together and headed down to the
church clubhouse where the party was being held.  All of Granny Sue's
brothers and sisters showed as well as most of the congregation of the
church.  My estimate of the attendees was short by about fifty people. 
There was so much food that we, literally, could have eaten for about four
full days, three meals a day.

Granny Sue had a wonderful time and loved seeing all her friends and family
gathered around her to help celebrate eighty years on this planet.  After
opening gifts, she and I were alone for a few moments and she leaned over
and asked me if there were any gifts that she had gotten that I wanted.  I
told her no and asked why she wanted to give her birthday gifts away.  She
told me that if she put all of her gifts out that she received, that was
just more dusting on her part.

Leaning in closer, she whispered in my ear, "Most of it's crap."

"Granny!" I said, shocked to hear such a thing, but smiled at the boldness
of the statement.

"Oh, it's wonderful crap, but crap, nonetheless."  She winked at me to
signal she was teasing.

Over the course of the evening, I saw that Todd had several conversations
with Granny Sue.  Whenever I looked, I could see smiles on both their
faces.  They genuinely seemed to be enjoying each other's company.  While
watching them at one point, I felt someone come up behind me and I turned
and saw Aunt Connie.

"Hey, kiddo," she said.

"Hey, Aunt Connie.  How are ya?"

"Exhausted.  Who knew not planning a party could be so tiring."

I smiled and understood.  She had made it her duty to clean up after the
dinner and opening of the gifts.  She always was a clean freak, so it
didn't surprise me that she appointed herself as cleanup duty captain.

I sipped my drink and continued to watch Granny Sue and Todd share a laugh
when I heard Aunt Connie speak again.

"I'm sorry your parents treated you so badly, Blake."

I turned to her and smiled and said, "It doesn't bother me anymore.  I have
a great family that I live with now.  They love me for who I am,
completely.  I couldn't have landed on my feet any better than I already
have."

"That's good to hear.  I'm just so shocked at your parent's reaction."

"You aren't the only one," I said, taking another sip of my cola.  "How did
you and Uncle Daniel react when you found out about Mark?"

"Oh, well, I was completely floored.  Danny kept trying to tell me that he
thought Mark was gay, but I wouldn't believe him.  He kept saying he saw
little signs and such, but I would say that it was something else.  I
didn't want to believe him."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted grandchildren.  I wanted little ones around the house
when Danny and I got older.  I must admit that when Mark did come out, I
was a little heartbroken."

"How did he break the news to you guys?" I asked.

"He came home for the holidays and he asked if he could bring Tripp with
him.  His parents were going overseas for business and to visit Tripp's
grandmother.  So, when they arrived, I noticed how much time they spent
together.  I didn't think anything of it at first.  Mark, as you know, is
an only child, so I figured to have someone his own age to talk to and hang
out with, well, I just played it off as best friends.  Someone to keep him
distracted from us.

"Then I started noticing small, innocent touching that two teenagers
wouldn't normally do."

"What do you mean?  How were they touching?"

"Oh, like hands on the knees, on the arms.  Stuff like that.  Something I
realized that, excuse the expression, straight boys wouldn't do.  Anyway,
one morning, I was up early, as usual, and Mark came in for breakfast. 
Danny and Tripp were still asleep and I asked some questions about Tripp
and his family.  Well, I got the nerve to ask what relationship they had
together, then Danny walked in.

"Mark looked embarrassed, but he just gave a sigh and told us.  He said
they were roommates, best friends, and also, boyfriends.  I was
disappointed at first, and went into my room and cried.  I thought I had
done something wrong in raising him.  While I was there, Tripp knocked on
the door and asked if I was okay.  I invited him in and we talked for a
while.  I got to know him better and started liking him more and more. 

"Well, later that day, Mark and I talked and I told him that I loved him,
but I would need some time.  I never ignored him, but I needed the time to
myself to come to the realization that there wouldn't be any kids in their
future."

"You know, that is a possibility.  They can have kids."

"Oh, I know.  I know they can adopt, but, I guess just the biological
aspect of it all is what disappointed me at the time."

"So, how do you feel about everything now?"

"I'm as happy as can be.  I love Tripp to death.  He's like my own
kid. Danny and I've met his parents.  They're both lovely people, but they
had a hard time dealing with everything.  Donna and I talked and she told
me of her concerns and her disappointments.  We educated each other on the
subject.  We have actually become sort of best friends.  We called each
other a couple times a day, recommending books and movies about the
struggles of gay teens and adults.  We've come along way since then."

"What about Uncle Dan?  How did he react?"

"Like I said before, he had his suspicions, so he was prepared if Mark came
out.  When he did, it was like Mark told us he was changing a subject in
school.  He kept it low key.  He gave Mark a hug and told him he loved him,
and then thanked Mark for trusting us enough to tell us.  Mark was shocked
and his mouth was hanging open as Danny turned and filled his plate with
breakfast.  It was like any other day for him."

I looked at the floor and wished that Charles and Barbara were that
understanding.  How, at one point, I longed for them to be as accepting of
who I am.  It didn't bother me much anymore, but to see how Uncle Dan and
Aunt Connie didn't make a big deal over it, brought back the pain of
Barbara throwing me out because of her small mindedness. 

"Are you okay, Blake?" she asked me, seeing my expression fall.

"Yeah, just thinking how lucky Mark is to have you guys as parents and how
I wished mine were like you and Uncle Dan."

"Give `em time.  They might still."

"True, but if they do, it'll be my forgiveness they'll have to earn."

"And that's totally understandable."

"Yeah, I think so, too."

About that time, Todd came up to me and asked if I was ready to go.  I
looked at my watch and said that I was.  Seeing how Granny Sue was getting
ready to leave herself, I figured it was time to head back to the hotel.

As we were getting things together Granny Sue asked if we were going to be
around tomorrow morning for breakfast.

"I guess so, but we'll be at the house in a few minutes," I told her.

"That's why I was asking about tomorrow.  I've had a fun day, but right
now, I just want to go home and relax.  You don't mind, do you, pumpkin?"

"No, ma'am.  We'll just head back to the hotel and check out tomorrow
before coming over.  Is that okay?"

"Yes, sir," she said to me.  "Do you want to take some of this food with
you for a snack tonight?  You won't have to spend any more money if you
do," she asked.

"No, ma'am. We're both stuffed and I'm sure we won't eat again for a week."

Granny Sue laughed, knowing how much we had eaten earlier in the day.

"Do you need us to bring anything back to the house?" I asked.

"No, child.  We can get it all.  Tom and Vicky are bringing things back
then they're heading to the hotel for the evening.  You two just be at the
house before nine thirty, okay?  More pancakes."

I smiled and looked at her and asked, "With the crispy edges?"

"How else would I make them?" she asked with a smile.

"What time are you starting those?  I'll be there at six if I have to."

"You come at six and no one will answer the door," she laughed.

I walked to her and gave her a hug and wished her a very happy birthday.

"I'm so glad you got to come," she told me.  She pulled out of the hug and
looked at Todd and said, "And I'm glad you got to come with him," she said,
gesturing him to come to her for a hug.

"I'm glad we were able to make it, Granny Sue.  Blake's been talking about
it for a while."

"Well, good," she said.  "Hope you don't think were a bunch of crazies."

"Oh, no ma'am," Todd said.  "Everyone's been real nice.  I've enjoyed the
day."

"Well good.  Now, y'all go on and get some good rest.  We're gonna have
another big breakfast tomorrow.  Anything special you want?" she asked of
Todd

"Are you gonna have those potato cakes again?"

"Yes sir-re-bob."

"Then, I'm good.  I loved those.  They were great," Todd told her.

She leaned in and said, "They're my favorite, too."

At that time, Uncle Tom came up and put an end to our conversation.

"Mom, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, Tommy.  This old lady is tired."

"Well, you don't look a day over sixty," Todd said, sucking up.

She smiled and looked at me and said, "I like this one.  He's a keeper."

I glanced at him and said back to her, "Yeah, I know."

We helped Granny Sue carry all the things she had to take home to the car,
then after watching them drive away, Todd and I got in the Honda and drove
back to the hotel.

When we arrived, we checked back in at the front desk and explained about
the arrangements the gentleman at the desk was going to make for us
regarding our room.  After typing a few keys on the computer, the young
lady looked at us and said, "Mr. Blyth, I see that you wanted another king
bed, but unfortunately, Alex couldn't find another for today.  We do have
the one you were in last night, if you wish to stay. Otherwise, we've set
you up in a double room."

"You don't have any kings left, besides that one last night?" Todd asked,
disappointed.

"No sir, but I did see that Alex moved you to a double room and lowered the
rate for you to compensate for the inconvenience."

Todd looked surprised and asked, "How much?"

Looking at the computer screen, she said, "Looks like he lowered it by
half.  Tonight's rate is forty nine, plus tax."

"Wow.  That was nice of him," I said, looking at Todd.

He still looked disappointed, wanting a king bed, but then after a few
moments of staring at me, he said, "That's fine."

"Great," she said.  She did a few things behind the desk and then handed
two keys over to us.  Once she did, Todd gave her the numbered tag Alex had
given to him earlier in the day and she explained that he had already had
the bag moved to the new room.

We thanked her and headed about halfway down the hall where we found our
new room.  Once inside, we saw it was the same set up as before, only with
two beds instead of the one king bed.

"They look so small," he said of the beds.

"Yeah, but this way, we have to snuggle all night to not fall out of it."

He had a smile cross his face and then walked over to me and put his arms
around my back and leaned in and gave me a kiss.

"I like the way you think, pumpkin," he said, smiling.

I smiled at him and ran my hand down his chest and stomach and over the
zipper of his shorts and felt around until I found his balls. I then cupped
them in my hand and closed my fingers around them as tight as I could
without hurting him.

"Just remember, I've got your balls in my hands," I said, giving an evil
grin.

"Okay," he said nonchalantly.  "So?"

"Call me pumpkin again and you'll find out 'so'."

"What?  If I call you pumpkin..."

He wasn't able to finish his sentence before I gave his balls a tight
enough squeeze to shut him up and he gave a yelp at the unexpected feeling
he received.

"What'd you do that for?" he asked, surprised.

"'Cause, no one but my Granny calls me that.  You have to find your own
nickname for me, but not pumpkin."

"Okay, fine, but could you loosen your grip just a little and start
massaging instead?" he asked with a scared look on his face.

I loosened my grip and his face showed instant relief. I lovingly started
rolling his scrotum in my hand with my fingers giving a little extra
attention to the underside of his balls and his taint.  A few moments were
all it took before I felt his penis rise under the fabric. His hardness was
contagious and I was soon joining him in the excitement.

He leaned in and kissed me as my hand wrapped around his shaft and gave a
tighter squeeze, which in turn, caused him to moan.  It didn't take too
long before we were stripping each other out of our clothes and me laying
on top of him, making out like we were the only thing keeping each other
alive.  We were grinding our pelvises into each other, letting our shafts
rub one against the other, giving us each amazing pleasure as our balls
kissed.  He had my ass completely cupped in his two big hands, while
pulling my cheeks apart.

The only thing I could think of at that moment was how much I wanted him
inside me.  I was just about ready to forego the blowjob to get him nice
and wet, and just grab the lube for the moisture, but realized I wanted to
feel him in my mouth too.  I loved teasing him and since I was so good at
it and also knowing how it made him feel good, I didn't want to let the
chance pass me by.

I dragged myself away from his lips and kissed my way down his chest and
stomach.  I ran my tongue along the ridges of his abs and through his pubic
hair until I reached the base of his cock.  Just as I was about to trace my
tongue up the winding veins in his dick, there was a knock at the door.

"Oh my God!  Who the fuck could that be?" Todd asked me.

"I don't know, but this isn't the best time.  Maybe if we just ignore
them," I said, but a few seconds later, another knock was heard.

"I'll get the door, you get under the sheets.  I want to pick back up as
soon as we can." I said.

I walked to the pile of clothes we had left behind earlier and stepped into
Todd's boxers while he covered himself with the sheets of the bed, just in
case the visitor had to come in.  When I opened the door, Mark and Tripp
was standing there, smiling.

"Hey, little cuz.  Can we come in for a little while?  Mom and dad are
driving us crazy," Mark asked me.

"Well, now's..."

"It's okay, Blake," Todd said from deeper in the room.

"Sure, come on in," I said, reluctantly stepping aside to allow them to
pass.

Once they entered and saw how I was dressed and Todd under the sheets, Mark
stopped and looked between us and said, "Guys, if we're interrupting, we
can leave you two alone.  From the looks of things, you were in the middle
of something."

I was about to tell Mark thanks for that and open the door again, but Todd
said, "Nah, it's cool.  You weren't interrupting.  We were just laying here
talking.  That's all."

Of all the times he wanted to be nice, I would have forgiven him if this
time he hadn't.  I was so fucking horny, the last thing I needed was a
family member here keeping me from having some fun of my own.

Mark and Tripp sat on the other bed and got comfortable by removing their
shoes.  I came back between the beds and told Todd to slide over just a bit
and I looked at the two boys and said, "You'll have to excuse me, guys."

I faced Todd and slipped my boxers off, showing my ass to my cousin and his
boyfriend, I then lifted the sheets and got in the bed with Todd.  Turning
over with my back against Todd's chest, I looked at Mark and Tripp and
said, "This is how we were when you knocked.  We're not big on clothes, so
I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Tripp said.

"What do you mean; you're not big on clothes?  Like nudists or something?"
Mark asked.

"Yeah.  At home, all of us don't wear clothes.  Well, we do, but only after
mom goes to bed do we get comfortable," Todd explained.

"I guess it runs in the family," Mark said, smiling.

"You're a nudist too?" I asked him.

"Yeah, we both are," he said, putting his hand on Tripp's knee.

"Well, get comfortable, if you don't think you'd feel awkward in front of
Blake," Todd offered.

"It's okay," Mark said.  "We've never been naked in front of anyone else,
except in the showers at school."

"I guess you don't have much of a chance with Aunt Connie and Uncle Dan. 
Don't be embarrassed to get naked now.  We don't care," I said.

"Look at you two.  You guys are under the covers," Mark said.

"You two could be too.  You don't have to be out in the open," I said.

"Nah.  It's cool," Mark said.

"Suit your self," I countered.

We fell into a conversation about Todd's upcoming school year, prompted by
a question asked by Tripp, and Todd, in turn asked about the college
experiences of the two boys, since they were both three years in.  Todd
asked about what to expect in terms of college and dorm life.  Also, he
asked about any good study habits they could suggest that were different
from high school.

They talked about that for a while before a silence fell over the room and
Tripp asked about our summer vacation.  We told of the excitement we had
over the summer and about our first visit to Pride in Atlanta.  After us
telling of our adventures, once again, silence fell over the room.

About five minutes passed with me laying next to Todd and Tripp and Mark
whispering to each other.  Finally they looked at us and asked if we wanted
to play cards.

"We don't have any cards," Todd said.

"Oh, we do," Tripp said, and reached into his pants pocket and revealed a
deck.

"Then, sure.  What game?" I asked, pulling the covers back and sitting up
on the edge of the bed.

"Holy shit," Mark said.  "You got a tattoo?" he asked, seeing mine on my
hip.

I looked down and then back at him and said, "Yeah.  I keep forgetting it's
there half the time."

I stood up and walked the couple steps dividing us and allowed him a closer
look.

"Oh, shit.  It's Todd's name," he said with surprise.  "Why'd you get his
name?" he asked, looking up at me.

"'Cause I wanted to.  I love him, so I figured, why not."

"What did you think when you saw it?" Tripp asked of Todd.

"At first, I wasn't too happy about it.  I know he meant well and I thought
it was great that he loved me that much, but still, I didn't think he
needed to put my name on his skin to prove it.  I know he loves me."

"Wow," Mark said, looking back at the tattoo.  I could have sworn I saw his
eyes flick to his left to see my dick, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure.

"You want to know what Todd did in return?" I asked.

"What?" Tripp asked.

I looked at Todd and he got out of the bed and came over and stood next to
me.

"Oh shit, again!" Mark said.  "You got his name."

"Yeah.  I didn't want him being the only one with a reminder of who he
loved."

"That's a sensitive area.  Did it hurt either of you?" Tripp asked.

"Hell yeah," I said.  "I thought I was going to die.  I hate needles, first
of all, but still, it hurt like crazy."

"What about you, Todd?" Mark asked.

"It was uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt."

I looked at him and said, "I wish you'd take that attitude with something
else we've talked about.  It doesn't hurt; it's just a bit uncomfortable at
first."

"Blake.  Please, let's not get into this now.  Not in front of them," he
said, gesturing with his hand towards Tripp and Mark.

"Fine," I said, stepping back and sitting on the bed.  "How about that card
game?" I asked Tripp.

"What do you guys want to play?" he asked us.

"I know poker and gin rummy," Todd announced.

"And I know only poker, unless you count kid games like Old Maid."

"No, poker is fine," Mark said, smiling.

"Good.  Where're we gonna do this?" Todd asked.

"Just like our room, your table is too small.  I guess the bed will do,"
Tripp said.

"Let's use that one," I said.  "At least it's still made and not messy."

Todd and I moved to the foot of the bed that Mark and Tripp were on and
they scooted up toward the headboard.

"Now that Blake and I are out of the covers, do you guys feel awkward at
all with us being naked?"

"Nope.  I thought I might, but I'm cool with it," Mark said.

"I am too," Tripp piped in.

"Are you guys gonna get comfortable or are you gonna stay in your clothes?"
I asked.

"Now that we're gonna be here a while, playing cards, I am," Tripp said and
got off the bed and started undressing.

"Well, Mark?  You'll be the odd man out," I said.

"I know, I know."  He stood and started undressing as well, then looked at
me and asked, "Remember earlier when I said that there was a hottie
underneath the nerd facade?"

"Yeah," I said.

"He's really there, just covered by your clothes.  You got a hell of a nice
body there, little cuz."

"Thanks.  It's all because of Todd, though.  So, I need to give him the
credit."

"Hey, all I do is drag your lazy ass out of bed, you do the running and
going to the gym on your own."

"Yeah, but if it wasn't for you, I would still be the skinny, nerdy boy I
was when we met.  You gave me the idea and motivation to do it."

I glanced over at Tripp and saw him slip his underwear down and noticed the
nice package he had been hiding under his clothes.  Not just his crotch,
but his body as well.  It was built somewhere between mine, a starter
workout gym guy, and Todd's, an experienced workout gym guy.  His pecs
weren't as big as Todd's and his abs weren't as prominent, but he had a
nice body that was nothing to be ashamed of.  Looking at his crotch and
legs, well, there was nothing to be ashamed of there either.  Very powerful
legs, which I commented on, stood below his torso.  His thighs were just as
big as Todd's and his calf muscles were slightly larger.  He explained that
he was on the cross country team in college and so his legs were his major
workout.  Sitting above his legs but below his torso was a very nice
package that could make one's mouth water with anticipation of tasting.

He had a dark treasure trail growing from his stomach, splitting around his
navel and meeting once again below his belly button and streaming down to
his crotch where it met a bush of neatly trimmed pubic hair.  It covered
the first half inch of his shaft and down to give his balls a nice all over
dusting of hair.  His penis hung down about three inches, with a thick
shaft, and he was cut and had a very nice low hanging scrotum.  He turned
around to put his clothes together and when he did, the muscles in his leg
carried up to his ass.  It had a nice dusting of hair as well, but you
could see the muscles when he took a step.  Very nice and tight.

After getting my glance at Tripp, I couldn't help but take a look at Mark. 
I know he was my cousin, but still, curiosity got the better of me and I
watched and studied his frame as he finished getting undressed.  His body
had a little more hair on it than Tripp's did.  Mark's hair covered his
chest and thinned down to a treasure trail that disappeared into his jeans.

When he removed his jeans, he turned away from us, like he was embarrassed,
and lowered them.  His ass had the same dark hair on it that was on his
chest.  It covered both cheeks and went into his ass crack and appeared to
cover every inch except the pucker itself.  When he stood and his cheeks
came together, it was like a black hole was present, only it was in a line
that stretched from the top of his butt to between his legs.  The hair was
something I wasn't used to and I have to say, even though he is my cousin,
the hair covering him was kinda sexy.  I guess you could say it added to
the manliness of it all.

When he lifted his leg to remove his jeans, I could have sworn I caught a
glimpse of his penis hanging below his balls.  I told myself it was his
balls I saw and that his dick coudln't be that big.  Boy was I surprised
when he turned around and I was proven wrong. 

"Damn, boy.  Seems like you got all the goods in the family," I said to
Mark.

"Yeah, seems that way," he said, winking at me and glancing at my crotch.

I looked down and realized I was looking about as small as could be and
started to feel a bit embarrassed about it.  The other three guys were
decent size when flaccid, but I looked like a new born baby.  I put my
hands in my lap, nonchalantly, to cover myself and save me the
embarrassment, but when Tripp dealt the cards, I had no choice but to
expose myself again.  I took my mind off it while the cards were being
dealt and decided that when excited, I was above average so there wasn't
anything to be ashamed of.

About half an hour into playing cards, the phone rang.  Todd was the
closest to it, besides Mark, so he jumped off the bed and answered it.

"Hello?"

"No, it's Todd."

"Oh hi, Mrs. Moore."

"Okay, Aunt Connie."

"Yes, they're both here."

"Sure, hold on a second."

Todd stretched out the cord and handed the phone to Mark.  "It's your mom."

Mark took the phone and said hello.

"Yes, ma'am.  We're just playing some cards."

"Not sure.  We're having a good time catching up a bit with Blake.  Maybe
an hour or so."

"Well, don't wait up for us."

"Then close the door between the rooms.  We won't disturb you then," he
said rolling his eyes.

"Mom."

I could see the frustration on Mark's face grow.  Even though he was of
legal drinking age, I knew he felt like a preteen again with how his mother
treated him.  I love Aunt Connie to death, but I have to say, she and
Barbara are weird additions to the family.  I mean, they both want to
protect us, or in his case, keep him from being intimate with his
boyfriend, but they both need to realize that it's not their concern
anymore.  Well, for me, it's not.  I guess Mark doesn't have the balls,
contrary to what I saw earlier, to tell her to stop bugging him.

He rolled his eyes and looked at me with an 'I'm sorry' face.  I had an
idea and got his attention and he lowered the phone from his ear and I
said, "Tell her you guys will be staying with us tonight."

Todd looked at me and looked a bit disappointed, but I told him, "It's just
for one night.  Just to give them a break from his parents so they get to
sleep together.  Please don't be mad."

After a few seconds, he cracked a smile and I knew he was okay with it.

"Actually, Blake and Todd asked us to stay over.  This way you won't have
to worry about us waking you guys."

"No, ma'am.  They have two double beds, but the bed I've been on for the
last few nights has been hurting my back and I think I'm gonna sleep on the
floor tonight.  Maybe the bed's been too soft."

"Well, they get to sleep in the same bed."

"Yeah, well..."  He looked as if his words trailed off rather than stopped
on purpose.  Like he had lost his nerve to finish the sentence.

"Mom, don't worry.  Blake and Todd are gonna be at Granny's tomorrow for
breakfast too.  We can catch a ride with them."  As he said this, he looked
at us for permission to do so.  I nodded my head saying it wouldn't be a
problem.

"I don't know.  Hold on."

Mark covered the receiver and asked us what time we planned on being there.

"I don't know, maybe nine or sooner.  Not sure just yet," I said.

He got back on the line and said, "Between eight and nine."

"Mom, you know granny doesn't like to have breakfast too early.  We didn't
eat yesterday until after nine."

"Mom, please.  Just get some sleep.  We won't be late.  I promise."

"Yes, ma'am.  I love you, too."

"Night!"

He reached over and hung up the phone and said, "I love the woman, but
sometimes she gets on my last nerve."

"What was she saying?" Tripp asked.

"Oh, when are you boys coming to bed?  I don't want you waking your father
and me when you come in."  He said this in a mocking high pitched voice. 
"If she would just close the fucking connecting door, she wouldn't have to
worry about it."

Tripp put his hand on Mark's back and started rubbing in circles, more for
comfort and support and understanding than anything else.

After the way Barbara treated me, I kinda wondered why someone else would
take such 'abuse' from their parents.  I guess if Barbara hadn't done what
she did, and she did accept me, she would probably be just like Aunt
Connie.

"Mark, I mean no disrespect when asking this, but why do you take it?  I
mean, you're twenty one now.  Why not tell her to butt out?" I asked.

"You know how mom is.  Her feelings can get hurt easily.  She just needs
time."

"You mean, three years isn't enough time?" I asked, pointing out the
obvious.

"Doesn't seem like it," he answered.

"Mark, I know you got balls, I can see them, but why not just tell her that
you're a man now?  I mean, you're in college, you have a boyfriend.  Why
does she care if you guys have sex?  Explain that you'll still be her
little boy, but you are a man now, and you want to start acting like it,"
Todd said.

"I wish it was that simple.  Dad doesn't care.  He knows we're active, but
mom just wishes to believe I'm still a virgin.  She would always say, 'Not
until you're married.'  Well, we can't get married in Montana, so it's kind
of a catch-22."

"But you guys live in Colorado," I said.

"Yeah, can't get married there either.  Only in Massachusetts and
California.  Since Nevada is seeing the money roll in for California, it's
trying to make it legal there, to cash in, but still.  Those are the only
two states right now."

"Then why not do it?" Todd asked.

"Well, we've talked about it, but we want to wait until we graduate first. 
It's really only 'hell'," he said with air quotes, "for the summer
vacation.  When we're in Montana, it's like we're a married couple anyway. 
Only, we both have lots of homework to deal with instead of stressful
jobs."

"When does school start again?" I asked.

"In two weeks, thank God," Tripp said.  "I can't wait to get back to our
apartment so we can live our lives.  I love Mr. and Mrs. Moore, but they
can drive us crazy most of the time."

"Correction," Mark said.  "Mom drives us crazy.  Dad doesn't have a problem
with it."

"You know," said Todd. "That's the same with my dad.  He doesn't care if we
have sex.  He once asked Blake about it, even.  Wanted to make sure we were
playing safe, or so he said."

"And do you?" Mark asked.

"Well, we're each other's first, so we don't use anything, but then again,
we don't play around," I responded.

"That's cool," Mark said.

"A piece of advice, if I may.  Do not ever try a three-way.  It doesn't
work," Tripp said.

"A three-way?" I asked.  "You two have had a three-way with someone?"

"Yeah, and it was disastrous.  Almost split us up," Mark said.

"What happened?" Todd asked.

"I got real jealous," Tripp said.  "We both chose the guy we wanted to play
with, but someone gave a little more attention to someone else and a third
party got hurt."

"Stop beating around the bush," Mark said.  Looking at us, he said, "I was
fucking the other guy a little longer than I fucked him and he got jealous,
thinking I wanted the other guy instead."  Looking at Tripp, he finished,
"I didn't.  He's a slime ball and you know it.  I could never love him like
I love you."

"I know.  It's in the past, but it hurt at the time."  Looking at us, Tripp
said, "We thought our love for each other was very strong.  When that other
guy was involved with us for one night, man oh man, we found out our love
was strong, but not as strong as we originally thought."

"Needless to say, we won't ever do that again," Mark finished up.

"And I don't think we'll ever try it.  I don't want anyone but Blake," Todd
said looking at me.

I smiled and leaned in and gave him a kiss as my way of saying that he's
all I wanted as well.

Tripp brought us back to the present and started dealing a new hand of
cards.

"If I may," Tripp started.  "How long have you guys been dating?"

I looked at Todd and lifted my hand for him to tell the story.  I already
told it once today and didn't want to tell it again.

Todd took the reins and told of how we met in `the store', but I corrected
him and told him that I had already told Mark the real way, so he went back
and told the real story of how we met.  Tripp didn't seem too surprised by
what Todd told him, but it almost looked as if he was uncomfortable with
the way it had come about.

"...Anyway, that day in the shower, when I kissed him, he had me for good,"
Todd finished up.

"Damn."  Tripp looked at me and said, "You sure went through a lot just to
get a boyfriend, huh?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, and I'd do it all over again if it meant it
would be Todd."

"What about Aunt Barb and Uncle Charlie?" Mark asked.

"I'd tell them as soon as I knew, and if the same thing happened, then so
be it.  But if I have the knowledge I have now, I'd at least have a great
lawyer to go to, to sue them."

I looked at Todd and he smiled.

"Who?" Tripp asked.

"Todd's mom is an attorney.  She wanted and probably still does want to sue
Barbara and Charles for kicking me out, but since I'm eighteen, I don't
know if it would still hold up."

We went back to the cards for a few minutes before Tripp asked another
question.

"This might be too personal, but since you guys met the way you did, when
was the first time you guys actually had sex?"

"Within three weeks," Todd said.

"Fucking, yes," I said.  "Making love, well, that came later.  That
happened on my seventeenth birthday.  The same birthday when I told him I
loved him but he didn't say it back."

"Why not? " Tripp asked.

"No offense, but can we not go there?" Todd asked.  "It's in the past and I
was just stupid at the time."

Before the topic dropped completely, I added, "He was scared of how the
school and team would treat him if it got out.  Come to find out, they
didn't care.  He told me, eventually, not caring what anyone said.  That's
all that matters."

"You're right.  That's all that matters now," Mark finished.

"Okay, another question for you," Tripp started.  "Since you guys have sex,
where is the strangest place you've done it?"

Todd and I both cracked a smile and he started.

"On a picnic table..."

"In a campground," I added.

"With an audience," he finished.

"Oh my God!  You had people watching you have sex?" Mark asked, surprised.

"Yeah, and to tell you the truth, it was hot as hell," I said.

Tripp put his cards face down on the bed and said, "Okay, I have to hear
about this.  What happened?"

Again, I lifted my hand for Todd to start things off and I jumped in with
details every once in a while to add to the story.

"So, the first night was accidental, but since it was hot, the second night
was intentional," Todd said, finishing the story.

"And both nights, we were applauded for our performance," I said, adding a
bit of humor.

"Holy, shit, that sounds hot," Mark said, adjusting his now visible semi
hard on.

"Seems like someone was reliving the experience," Tripp said, looking down
at my crotch.

"Hey, it brings back some good, no, great memories.  I get excited just
thinking of it," I said looking down and seeing my raging hard on.

I looked at Todd and his was just as hard as mine.  Tripp was like Mark. 
His flaccid dick had thickened and lengthened itself with the excitement of
the story.

Before anyone else could say anything, I chimed in and said, "Well, I don't
have enough blood in my brain anymore to play cards."  I put the cards in
the discard pile and said, "So, if you guys will excuse us, I'd like to
take my boyfriend back to our bed and have a little make-out session before
we go to sleep."

"I'm game," Todd said, making everyone laugh.  He threw his cards on the
bed and made it to our bed before I was able to make a move.  Lying there,
on his side with his hard dick sticking out, I knew that making out wasn't
all that was going to happen, even though that's all I was in need of at
the moment, but also knowing that he was too irresistible for me to not go
further.

I moved over to our bed, led by my hard on, and got on the bed with one
knee and leaned down and kissed him.  Before I knew it, he pulled me down
and had me on top of him, grinding his crotch into mine as his tongue
explored my mouth.

When I needed a breath, I broke the kiss and turned and found Mark and
Tripp watching us.

"Are you waiting for a show?" I asked them, "Or are you going to make one
of your own?  Remember, there aren't any parents here to stop you from
doing anything tonight."

"We've never done it in front of anyone before," Mark said.

"You won't be doing it in front of anyone," Todd said.  "You'll be doing it
in the same room as someone else.  We'll be too busy to be looking at you
guys."

They both stayed silent for a bit, and I said, "Suit yourselves.  We're not
embarrassed if you guys watch, but you'll be wasting a parent-free
opportunity."

I turned my head and kissed Todd again.  Before I knew it, we were kissing
like the very breath in our lungs was the only source of life for either of
us and we had to share it to remain alive.  Within minutes, I had forgotten
about Mark and Tripp and started my way down Todd's body, licking his
chest, teasing his nipples, licking across his rippled abs, and through his
treasure trail until I reached the base of the stalk I had been longing for
during the last two hours.

Hitting the spot I was looking for, I traced my tongue up the shaft, alonig
the engorged veins, and upon reaching the head, I kissed it before
engulfing it completely, swirling my tongue around the sensitive cap,
causing Todd to moan.  After a few moments of this, I slowly lowered
myself, with a few strokes, until my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

My conscience was aware that there was an audience only when I heard
someone on the other bed whisper, 'Holy shit'.  It didn't bother me or Todd
that they were watching, but I felt bad for them for not taking advantage
of the situation.  I guess watching someone have sex is sometimes better
than actually doing it, but then again, I wouldn't know about that.  The
only time I experienced that was at the campground, but then it had been
too dark to make out very much.

I worked on Todd for a good fifteen minutes or so before he reached down
and pulled me up to kiss me again.  After he broke our kiss, he turned me
over and followed the same path down my body to give me the same pleasure. 
As he was going down on me, I looked over and saw that Mark and Tripp had,
indeed, taken us up on the offer and were enjoying a little oral
themselves.

Mark was lying on his stomach between Tripp's legs and was sucking him as
Tripp's hands were in Mark's hair.  I watched Tripp for a few minutes and
saw that he was completely lost in ecstasy.  His head was tilted back and
his mouth was slightly hanging open while little moans were escaping his
throat.

Seeing Mark go down on Tripp, I noticed that he was an experienced dick
sucker.  'Something else that must run in the family,' I thought.  Tripp
stood about seven or so inches, completely hard, and Mark didn't have a bit
of trouble taking it all.  Seeing someone give a blow job was hot and I was
getting close by watching, so I turned my attention back to Todd and ran a
hand through his hair to show him some attention and to also let him know I
was enjoying what I was getting.

A few minutes later, there was a commotion on the other bed and it caught
both Todd's and my eyes.  When we turned, we saw Mark walking around
between the beds and lay down and Tripp get on the bed on his stomach and
lift Mark's dick, ready to service him.  Before his mouth made contact,
Todd and I couldn't help ourselves.

"Holy..." I started.

"Fuck," Todd finished.  "How fucking big are you?"

I saw Mark flush with embarrassment, then answer, "Nine and three quarter
inches."

"Oh, my God, I've never seen one so big before," Todd said, getting off the
bed and taking a couple steps to get a better look.

I saw him look at Mark's cock and then turn his head to Tripp and then down
to Tripp's ass then back at the dick and said, "And you actually get fucked
with that thing?" he asked of Tripp.

I saw Mark smile and heard a laugh escape his lips and Tripp answered,
"Hell, yeah.  And he knows how to use it too."

"Fuck, that's massive," Todd said, still in disbelief.

"When I was in high school, the guys in the locker room were always picking
on me for it.  I'm a shower, not a grower, so it's only an inch longer when
I'm hard and the guys thought I was a freak or something.

"One day, it got to me a little more than usual and I came home and told
dad about it.  He said the same thing happened to him in high school."

"You've seen Uncle Daniel naked before?" I asked.

"No, and he hasn't seen me either.  I just told him how big I was, in a
round about way, and he said he was just as big or maybe just a bit
smaller."

"Damn," I said under my breath.

"Anyway, he told me it was nothing to be ashamed of and since that day, I
haven't let it bother me."

"But you should have seen my face the first time I saw it," Tripp added. 
"I told him no way he was going to fuck me with it."

"Yeah, but after I did the 'just the tip' trick, he couldn't get enough of
it."

"And I enjoy every inch," Tripp added with a sly smile.

Todd shook his head, still not believing the size, and came back to bed. 
As he did, I noticed he had gone flaccid with the distraction of Mark.  As
he got on the bed, I swiveled myself around and he looked at me kinda
funny. 

"Sixty-nine," I told him.

He smiled at me and put his knees on either side of my head and I started
working on bringing his lifeless dick back to full erection. While doing
so, I felt his warm mouth engulf me and we went at it with gusto.  Before
long, I pulled myself up just a bit and told him to bring his knees closer
to his head so that I could reach his ass.  After my tongue made contact,
he lifted his head and sucked in his breath between his teeth and enjoyed
the sensation for a few minutes. 

After he was able to spend a moment enjoying the sensation, he got his head
back together and went back down on me.  Between breaths, I occasionally
would look towards the other bed and see the boys enjoying themselves, but
I was too into the action myself to sit back and watch. I was just glad
they were enjoying themselves.  I didn't know how long it had been for
them, but I would assume with Aunt Connie and Uncle Daniel around, it
couldn't have been anytime recently.

After a few more minutes of Todd sucking my cock, he lifted off and sat on
my face for a few seconds to enjoy the sensation before he lowered himself
down again and hooked my legs under his arms into his pits and slowly
licked from my balls, across my taint to my asshole.  When his tongue
grazed across it, I gave a full body shudder, as it had been a while since
I had enjoyed the feelings of a rim job.  I lowered my head to the bed and
enjoyed the feeling he was providing me.  I could have sworn my eyes rolled
to the back of my head a couple times with the pressure he was giving me
along with the pleasure.  It seemed more intense than any other time it was
done, but either way, he knew it was one of my favorite things to have done
and I really think he enjoyed doing it.

I finally got my wits about me and continued my rimming of him and was only
able to hold out for so long before I lowered my head and told him to fuck
me.  He continued his rimming of me for about a minute or so more before he
lowered my legs and moved his body from above mine.  When he lowered
himself on his side, I, reluctantly, got off the bed and walked over to my
bag and retrieved the lube I had brought with us. With lube in hand, I
crawled up the bed on my knees and lowered my lips against Todd's and
opened the cap and put a dollop of lube in my palm and grabbed his cock to
grease the pole I was about to be impaled with. After getting him ready, I
reached back and spread lube over my hole and then closed the cap and
tossed it over to Mark and Tripp.

Mark had his head back with his eyes closed while he was getting head from
Tripp and when the bottle hit his thigh, he jumped from being startled and
then looked at the lube to find out what the intrusion was. He then looked
at me and smiled.  I was over Todd and was settling down as he looked at me
and I gave him a wink as I inserted Todd in my hole and held still to
adjust to the size of him.

After the small amount of beginning pain subsided, the pleasure started to
radiate throughout my body from my ass and I lowered myself, slowly, upon
Todd until I was sitting on his lap.  When I was down, I smiled at him and
leaned forward and kissed him.  His tongue invaded my lips and as I was
raising and lowering myself with a nice rhythm, I found myself sucking his
tongue as well.  I broke the kiss only to get more movement down below and
when I did, I heard the cap to the lube pop open.  I looked over to see
Tripp still sucking Mark and found Mark squeezing the lube on his hand. 
Once he spread it around, he started at the base of his massive cock and
slowly pushed Tripp off his dick and lubed up the long pole.  Tripp crawled
up the bed, with his knees on either side of Mark and lowered his face to
Mark's so that they could kiss.  As they did so, Mark reached between
Tripp's legs and lubed his ass and worked it with his fingers.

I glanced back at Todd and saw that he was watching as well.  I turned back
to the boys and saw Tripp climb a little farther up on the bed and then
reach down and grab Mark's dick and lined it up.  Todd and I could both
tell that either the pain he got from Mark entering him wasn't there or it
was bearable enough for him to impale himself without much worry.  After
Mark was inside him completely, he sat still for a moment and I heard Mark
take sharp intakes of breath at irregular intervals.  At first I wondered
why, but then I put two and two together and to test my theory, I sat down
on Todd and did what I thought Tripp was doing.  I squeezed my sphincter as
tight as I could around Todd and he too ended up taking in a sharp breath. 

"Feels good, don't it?" Mark asked, while looking at Todd.

"Fuck yeah, it does," Todd said, looking back at Mark, and then looking at
me again.

Just for shits and giggles, I looked over at Tripp and said, "Feels good,
don't it?"

"God, yessss," he said, turning his attention back to his lover.

After a few more seconds, he started to bounce, ever so slightly and his
head fell back with the feelings running through his body.  I smiled again,
knowing those feelings all too well and turned back to look at Todd.  His
gaze came back to me when he felt me looking at him and he smiled.  I
smiled back and gave a 'come hither' look before I started my bouncing
again.  I could feel a few inches of him sliding out of me, then back into
me, hitting my prostate every once in a while.  I had to move my hips
slightly forward on my slide down if I wanted constant contact, but for me,
that would throw me over the edge way too soon, and I wanted it to last, at
least for Todd.

Within a few minutes and without realizing it, Tripp and I both started
moaning.  We were each feeling the same sensations of wonderful friction
and amazing hits on our 'G' spots and because of that, neither one of us
were able to stay quiet. 

Todd reached up and ran his hand over my slightly larger pecs than when we
first started having sex, and tweaked my nipples to provide me with extra
sensations.  After a few minutes of him doing that, he reached up and
pulled me down towards him by my neck and started kissing me.  In doing so,
he started bucking his hips with a nice rhythm and was missing my button
all together.  Since he did that, my being pushed toward the edge of orgasm
was lessened so I was able to enjoy completely what he was doing to me.

After a few minutes of a nice make out session, I pulled back slightly and
looked at him with eyes pleading for him to take me how ever he wanted.  He
got my message without a word being spoken, and pulled out of me and told
me to lie on my back as he moved to position himself between my legs. 
After I got settled, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under my butt and
lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders.  He was about to slide back into
me, but looked at Mark and asked for the lube.

Mark grabbed the lube off the bed and tossed it to Todd.  When it was in
his hands, he wasted no time in lubing himself again and entering me just
as smoothly as he had exited.  When he did, he pushed himself in, as far as
it would go and kept up the pressure for a few moments and my chin,
instinctively, lifted up, resting my head on just the crown, as my eyes
closed and my hands went to his thighs and pulled him in harder.  When I
felt him pull back against my hands, I lessened my grip and allowed him to
slide out, slightly, before he returned, balls deep.

Gradually, he picked up the pace and I couldn't help but make noises.  I
groaned, grunted and talked my way through the sex.  It seemed better than
the last sex we had, but then again, every time with Todd seemed better
than the last. 

Todd had a grip on my legs and was holding them out in front of him, giving
himself leverage, as I pulled them apart and moved my hands from his thighs
to his arms and pulled him down towards me.  He got the gist of what I
wanted. He lowered my legs to either side of him and put his chest against
mine.  Before putting his lips on mine, he started with my shoulder, and
upper chest, then down to my right nipple, then up to my other shoulder, up
to the ear, sucking the lobe, then over across my cheek, up to my closed
eyes, kissing them softly, then finally, down to my trembling mouth.  I
wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to thrust, giving us both
the pleasure we longed for. 

I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to his ear and encouraged him on.

"Oh, yeah, baby!  Right there!  That's it!  Oh, God, yeah!  Just a little
faster, please, puppy."

My wish was granted as he upped his tempo, slightly, and I lifted my hips
just a bit higher for him to hit my prostate.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!  Oh, yeah!" I continued to moan.

For the last few times we made love, I had always envisioned us as being
one.  I felt, on many occasions, that we were the exact match of each
other.  The universe had put us together for a reason and that was because
we were true soul mates.  There would be times I would be thinking
something like wanting him to go just a bit faster or slower and he would
do it, as if the words came out of my mouth.  And sometimes, I would get an
overwhelming urge to kiss him while giving him oral pleasure, or play with
his nipples while doing so and he would say, 'It's like you were reading my
mind.'  There were also times, outside of sex, that either one of us would
be thinking something and the other would do it.  Because of these little
things, I would think that our hearts and minds were on the same
wavelength.  We 'knew' each other; body and spirit.  What that bond did for
me, was to make me love him more every time.

At that point, I was brought out of my little memory by the voice of
Tripp.  He had dismounted Mark and made his way between Mark's legs, which
was bent at the knees.

"Pass the lube, will ya?" he asked with a smile on his face and a laugh in
his voice.  Todd lifted himself off of me and reached for the lube and
tossed it to Tripp.

"Thanks, bro," he said, and popped the top. 

He put some lube in his hands and smeared the lotion over his own
dick. Getting a bit more on his fingers, he reached down between Mark's
legs and lubed up his ass.  As he did so, Mark closed his eyes and started
breathing heavily.  He had his left hand sitting on Tripp's right leg and
his right hand was working his own dick, slowly, as to enjoy the
sensation.  Once Tripp was properly lubed as well as Mark's ass, Tripp
lifted Mark's right leg and placed it on his shoulder.  I saw him position
his cock at Mark's entrance and then move his hand up next to Mark's body
for support as he slowly slipped inside.

"That's hot," I heard Todd say.

I looked at him and asked, "What? That they switched places?"

"No," he said, not getting my little hint, or if he did, he ignored it and
continued.  "Actually seeing his dick disappear."

"Puppy, I don't need to see it, I can feel it, now pay attention."

Todd looked down at me and gave a little laugh and said, "How do you want
it; fast or slow?"

"However, baby.  You're driving," I said with a look of seduction.

He gave me that sexy smile again and slowly pulled out.  I was afraid he
was going to pull too far, but before he was completely out, he put all his
force behind his thrust inward and it caused a slight scream to escape my
mouth.

"Was it too much?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Do it again, big boy.  Make me scream, if you can."

He had a big smile on his lips and asked, "Was that a challenge?" as he
started pulling out again.

"Take it as you will.  I just want it..."  I was interrupted as he slammed
himself into me again.

Todd kept this up for a short while and I couldn't help but let my moans
get louder on every inward thrust.

"Blake, keep it down," Mark said.  "We don't want to disturb the
neighbors."

"Fuck the neighbors.  It feels too good to stay quiet."  As I finished my
sentence, Todd thrust again, harder than the last time.  I felt his balls
slap my lower back as he did so and another small scream was forced from my
throat.

"Give it a shot and see if he doesn't do the same thing," Todd said to
Tripp.

"You wanna?" Tripp said to Mark.

I looked over at Mark and saw a slight look of panic, but he relented and
said, "Try it once."

"Pull out until just the head is in, then slam it home," Todd explained.

Todd and I watched for a minute as Tripp did this.  He actually pulled too
far and ended up pulling himself out.  After placing himself back in the
entrance, he looked at Mark and asked if he was ready.  Mark nodded his
head, tentatively, and then Tripp slammed his hips forward and Mark, the
man who asked me to keep it down, screamed out, not too loud, but loud
enough for both Todd and I to know he loved that feeling.

"Holy fuck, that was awesome!" Mark said to Tripp.  "Do it again."

Tripp repeated his action, but Mark was ready for it and covered his mouth
with the back of his hand and let a scream flow, stopped only by the skin
he was pressing against his lips.

After Todd and I watched for a few more thrusts, Todd caught me off guard. 
During our watching, he had slipped himself out until only his head was
still inside.  Without saying a word, he brought me back to what we were
doing as he thrust himself into me and I let out a real scream.  It caught
the other three off guard and they looked at me and then we all looked at
Todd and kinda broke out laughing.  None of us moved, as we were listening
for the other rooms to see if we had disturbed anyone.  We heard some
walking on the floor above us, but then heard the water running down the
pipes as the footsteps moved back to its starting point and then fell
silent.

Todd looked at me with a smile and asked if he hurt me.

"Fuck no, but give me some warning if you're gonna do that again.  The last
thing we need is someone coming to the door and seeing four naked guys."

"Sorry, baby.  I won't do it again," Todd said to me.

"Then how about just getting me off?  Is that too much to ask?" I asked
Todd.

"You're wish...  That's all I gotta say."

He grabbed my legs and started a nice rhythm of in and out and I looked
over at the other bed and found the guys had gotten back into their rhythm
as well.  They gave up on the hard trusts for now, as their mission became
the same as ours.  All four of us were climax bound.

Todd kept up his pace and every once in a while, he would lift my legs up a
bit higher to hit my prostate.  In doing so, he was getting me closer with
each hit.  He knew he was getting me to the point of no return and fast and
had started concentrating more on my prostate.  He kept tapping my button,
getting me closer and closer and when my eyes closed, he knew I was there
and put the head of his dick on my prostate and rubbed it back and forth,
never breaking contact.  My climax had built up for a while and with all
the fun distractions tonight, it had only helped produce more cum than I
had seen in a while.  I jerked my dick and the first shot went up past
Todd's head before gravity took control and caused it to fall back on my
stomach with an audible splat. The second one wasn't quite as high, but it
was just as powerful to me as the first.

After that shot, Todd pushed my hands away, and worked on my cock.  He used
the third shot of cum as lube and started working the shaft and the head of
my dick as he continued to rub my prostate with his cock.  The feelings I
was receiving from him were more intense than usual, or so it felt and I
shot another five or six times before I was completely spent.  That didn't
stop Todd from rubbing my dick head and giving me that great sensation that
drove him nuts.  He had moved on from his rubbing of my prostate to
pounding me again, concentrating on his own cock.  When he got close, his
thrusts became quicker and not as deep.  Just strong enough for him to pass
that infamous point and shoot his load in my ass.

The first shot was like a cannonball being fired.  I swore I could actually
feel the volley of semen hitting the side walls of my ass.  In doing so, I
clinched up and Todd gave a moan and struggled to breathe, as the sensation
only added to his orgasm.  Every thrust was accompanied by a grunt as he
shot his load.  On his last grunt and thrust, he pushed himself completely
inside me and held still.  Since I knew how sensitive he was, I didn't want
to break his coming down from the climax, so I held still, loving the full
feeling he gave to me.

About that time, we both heard Tripp say he was cumming.  When he did, it
was like he was still fucking instead of cumming.  He never lost rhythm and
continued to thrust in and out, until his thrusts became gradually, slower,
and slower and then finally, he collapsed on Mark's chest.  As he did, he
shuddered one last time as his sensitive dick slipped out of Mark's ass.

After he caught his breath, he went back and started sucking Mark's cock to
bring him over the same edge of the cliff that the three of us had already
fallen from.  Tripp was working on Mark in a fury to have him join us.  It
didn't take long before he announced he was close.  He started grunting and
Tripp removed his mouth and jerked him off until the first shot of cum flew
out of Mark's cock and landed against the wall over the headboard.

"Holy shit," Todd said.

"Fuck me," I said in disbelief.

Todd, again, caught me off guard and said, "I already did.  God, give my
dick a chance to cool off, will ya?"

I hit his chest and looked back over at Mark in time to see his second shot
fly from the slit in his cock to land right in his own mouth.  It was a
sight I hadn't seen before and it took me by surprise. I instantly got hard
again.

After Mark had shot, Tripp replaced his mouth and finished off Mark until
he was whimpering from the sensitivity of his dick.  Tripp didn't stop
until Mark's dick would no longer stand up.  After it fell limp, Tripp took
the entire thing in his mouth and slowly and with pressure, pulled his
mouth all the way from the base of Mark's dick until his cock fell out of
Tripp's mouth with an audible pop.

I saw Tripp slide down further on the bed and place his head on Mark's
stomach with his penis still hitting Tripp's chin.

Todd looked at me and gave me a kiss.  A very passionate kiss that told me
he loved me with all his heart.  In my mind, I told him I loved him and
wondered if he could hear it.

Todd broke the kiss and looked at me and we both said shower at the same
time, then smiled.  I looked over at the other bed and saw Mark running his
fingers through Tripp's hair as I said, "If you'll excuse us boys, we're
gonna get cleaned up and then go to bed."

"Save us some hot water, little cuz.  We're gonna need it too."

"Don't worry," I said, sitting on the bed facing them.  "Just curious, but
why didn't you finish him with a blow job instead of just jerking him off?"
I asked of Tripp.

He opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "I learned the hard way that
his first two shots are just too hard to take.  He almost choked me the
first time and I haven't ever done it since.  I come back to it at the
third shot."

"As powerful as that first one was, I can see why," Todd said.

"Been that way since day one," Tripp said.

"Since I learned to jerk off," Mark added.

"Damn," I said, standing.

"But you look like you got the power in the family, too, little cuz.  That
first shot of yours wasn't a joke either."

"Yeah, but not nearly as powerful as yours," I said to him.  "So how was it
doing it in the same room?"

"Actually, it kinda added to the..." Tripp searched his vocabulary to find
the right word, but all he could come up with was, "hotness to me."

"Same here," Mark agreed.  "Kinda different to stop for a second to see
someone else doing it, or watching someone as you're having sex.  I must
admit, it was kinda awesome."

"Told you guys it was hot," Todd said.

"Yeah, and it was," Tripp added.

We smiled at them then headed into the bathroom and cleaned up.  When we
emerged, they had both fallen asleep in the same position as we had left
them.  Mark was using the pillow and Tripp was using Mark's stomach as his
pillow.  We contemplated letting them sleep, but realized they would
probably sleep better after their shower, so we woke them and they went to
clean up.  We never heard them come back to bed as Todd grabbed me in our
usual position and I pulled the sheet over us and fell asleep.

To be continued....

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