34 comments/ 146371 views/ 125 favorites Lost & Found Ch. 01 By: DWSimon I never planned to spend my life running. I didn’t even realize I had until I got to San Antonio. Running and alone, not what I wanted for my life, but it was what my life had become. I had worked various construction jobs since leaving home at 17. I hadn’t stayed in one place or held a job for any longer than three months until I got to Texas. I hit San Antonio and met some people, liked my job, and decided to stay. My boss, Brian, and I really hit it off. He was married and 25 to my 23. Every Friday after work, the crew would head to a bar; Brian usually joined us for at least one beer. After a few weeks at work, we started talking more than just pleasantries. It turned out we had both played basketball in high school and still enjoyed watching the games. After a while, we decided to catch a few Spurs games. During one of the games, Brian told me about his sister, how great she was, pretty, single, etc. I then turned to him and told him I was gay. I swallowed deeply, expecting a bad reaction and that that night’s game would be our last. Instead he laughed, said sorry, and asked if I would like to meet his cousin Mark. We both laughed and everything was okay. It was nice to have him not care, or at least have it not matter so much. Each week our friendship grew greater and stronger. I was incredibly attracted to him, but nothing was going to happen, so I squashed those thoughts and instead enjoyed having a close friend again. Okay, so he was beautiful with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes and when he was working in the hot sun would take his shirt off and I would have to catch my breath. We were friends, and a friend was something I hadn’t had since before I left home. Even if he was so massively muscled with no fat on him or had a gorgeously hairy chest that covered his pectorals perfectly and grew so thick and dark along his sternum and continued south to whirl along his navel down into his jeans. Even if his jeans hugged the most perfect ass and bulged so invitingly, he was a friend. And straight. And married. Damn! After a few months, I hardly noticed his body anymore. Well just a little, here and there. I was afraid my staring was obvious, but I drew more attention because no matter how hot the Texan summer, I never was without my long sleeved shirt. I took some ribbing for it, but I never stripped down. A few months later, Brian didn’t show up at the site one Tuesday. He always showed up at least for a few hours. With him not there, we simply did our work and came back the next day. By Friday, Brian had not showed and we were worried … he never missed any time without contacting someone. After the obligatory beer with the crew that night – they also didn’t care about my being gay – I headed home to my empty apartment and worried. I had crawled into bed when someone started pounding on my door, I got up, dressed, and answered the door. There stood Brian, so miserable looking, unshaven and disheveled, and incredibly sad. He smiled at me sheepishly and giggled; I knew he was drunk. He staggered into my arms and I caught him before he fell and he asked if he could come in. “What’s wrong?” He started to cry and hiccup. “My wife left me, she moved out Monday while I was at work and had me served with divorce papers when I got home.” I was shocked; my apologies seemed to make him more upset. “She left me and when I had my meeting with her and her lawyer today, she told me everything. Absolutely everything.” He was so miserable. So lost. I knew he would tell me about it, he just needed some time to get it out. Well, sleep was overrated anyway. Over the next few hours, I got the whole story. Brian’s wife had been having an affair off and on since they had started dating in high school. She was pregnant and wanted to marry the baby’s father. When I asked why she thought Brian wasn’t the father, he told me he and his wife hadn’t slept together that often recently and when they did, she made him use a condom. He was devastated; he really wanted to be a daddy. When he found out she was pregnant, he thought he was the father and so happy about it. But he wasn’t and she had had the blood work done to prove it. He was so devastated that he started crying again. He was a weepy drunk. I helped him off the couch and guided him to my room. Brian is 6’ 6” and even though I am 6’ 3” he outweighs me by a good sixty pounds. Needless to say, it was a long and trying trip the twenty feet to my bedroom. He collapsed on the bed and I tugged his shoes off, rolling him onto his side into the middle of my full size bed. I grabbed the sheet from the bottom of the bed and covered him. He murmured a little and started to relax. I got a blanket from the closet and covered him with it. I intended to sleep on the couch and grabbed my quilt and was heading for my pillow. Brian grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear. “Don’t leave me alone Simon. Please?” “Shh. I won’t go.” I than wrapped my arms around him and held on, rocking him a little back and forth, and smoothed his hair. He drifted off to sleep and I knew it had been a mistake. All these months I had lied to myself, and now I knew the truth. I had fallen in love with my best friend. I started to cry a little and must have woken Brian. “What’s wrong?” I wiped the tears from my face, choking a little as I spoke. “Nothing.” His face was so concerned, I felt myself melt. “Then why the tears?” “I would have to be a stone cold bastard to not hurt when my best friend is hurting,” and I gave him a tremulous smile that I hoped didn’t wobble too much or reveal what I had just figured out. He leaned forward and kissed my check and thanked me for being there. He drifted off again. I lay there and waited for the sun to rise. I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t my feelings or even his presence that kept me from sleeping; I can’t relax and sleep around another person. Another of the many reasons I was alone. The next morning, Brian asked me to help him at his home. He needed to clean out some things and didn’t want to do it alone. I waited for him to shower away the hangover, trying hard not to think of his big, strong, hairy body in my shower. It somewhat worked, it helped by straightening my bed and clothes. Though I was lost when he came out of the bathroom, wearing a smile and a towel, low on his hips. He was such a large man that his thigh showed through the slit in the towel. Strong tanned and hairy … he was so beautiful; I couldn’t catch my breath. His smile made my stomach drop and my chest tighten. “Can I borrow some clothes till I get home?” I simply nodded like an idiot and got him some of my baggier clothes. On the way to his house I tried not to think of my underwear hugging his crotch and caressing his ass. I crossed my legs, no easy feat in a truck, to hide my growing arousal. We spent the day packing up all of his wife’s things. Hour upon hour we packed clothes and pictures; only her personal items. Apparently, she had gone out of the country to get a quick divorce. She didn’t want anything from Brian and he was so disgusted with her he just wanted her out. We packed up her stuff and called for a mover to come pick it up. It was about sunset when we were done. He said he wanted no reminders. After the movers left, I helped him move his things out of the master bedroom into a guest room with a queen sized bed and a huge closet with a great bathroom with a huge walk-in shower and two-person Jacuzzi tub. His house was quite large with three bedrooms. The previous owners designed the room he moved to as a mother apartment. The house was shaped like a U and in the middle was a large pool and patio. When his new room was arranged, as he liked it, he asked if I wanted to go for a swim and I declined. He then offered to take me to dinner and he gave me some of his clothes. I went into his spare bathroom upstairs and prepared for my shower. The mirror on the wall was huge, at least 6’ by 4’. I couldn’t cover it, so after locking the door, I hurried and tried not to look in the mirror. Tried but failed. All the warm feelings I had been having disappeared and after the shower I told Brian I couldn’t go with him. I asked him to take me back to my place and when he did I told him I would see him Monday at work. I knew he wanted to ask questions, but I couldn’t answer them and was grateful when he let it go. I went inside and cursed myself for trying to be normal, for hoping to have something I never would. Six weeks later, my lease was up on my apartment. I thought about leaving San Antonio and finding someplace new, but I couldn’t face another move; if I was honest, I couldn’t leave Brian. But I couldn’t stay at my apartment either; it was being demolished or remodeled. So I told Brian the next day at work that I would be moving, but didn’t know where. He asked me if I needed help. I told him I always lived in furnished apartments and had nothing but clothes and one or two personal items, everything fit in my truck and that’s how I liked it. I realized how pathetic it sounded, how lonely. Brian suggested I live in his house with him. With him in the downstairs, I would have the upstairs bedrooms to myself. I didn’t want to agree, I knew I would end up hitting on him or throwing myself at him. I was surprised when my mouth agreed before I had thought it through completely. That weekend I moved in and we started a very good living arrangement. Over the next few months, we talked and played. We were teenagers again. We would roughhouse and laugh; we barbequed and shared chores. It was the most fun I had had in years. I didn’t worry about the past, only enjoyed the moment. Every Sunday I would call my dad at home and catch up with him. Things were going so well. Brian didn’t even question some of my weird habits; how I slept with my bedroom door locked and only showered with the bathroom locked inside my locked bedroom. The master bathroom had a deep tub, and I preferred it, felt safer. About six months after his divorce, Brian told me he was going on a date the following Friday. I knew I loved him, but I could still wish him happiness. He then floored me by asking why I didn’t date. “It’s been four months since you’ve been here. You don’t date, you don’t go anywhere unless with me, or to run errands. Why?” I kept trying to steer him away from the questions I couldn’t answer. But, he kept persisting. “If you think I would mind you bringing someone home with you I don’t. Do you think I would care about something like that?” He was so hurt I had to tell him that I knew he wasn’t like that. But he wouldn’t let it go. He asked all the questions that I knew he wanted to, I had just hoped to have some more time before it was all over. Thankfully the phone rang and saved me. It was my dad. I listened; he never called unless there was an emergency. I heard what he said and felt like I was drowning. The panic took over, I couldn’t breath, and the room swam. I was able to tell him goodbye before sinking to the floor, hyperventilating. Brian was on me instantly. I was wearing a western style shirt with snap buttons; he had given it to me for my 24th birthday. He pulled the collar open in such a rush; he yanked almost all the snaps open down to my belly. That’s when he saw the deep scar on my chest. He ran his fingers along it and he noticed another which he followed, then another, and another after that. He looked into my eyes and knew I was too far into my panic attack to answer his obvious questions. He worked with me, tried to calm me, matched his breathing to mine than slowed it. He helped me up and to the sofa. He sat across from me on a chair he pulled up until I calmed down. “I think you need to tell me what happened.” The concern on his face made my heart beat faster, melting with all the emotions I felt for him. “I now know why you are always covered up, but I think there is more to it than that. You love your father and are always so happy to talk to him. You were terrified. Why?” I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to talk about it. But, there was no choice and I started talking, going back to those days long ago, when my life as I knew it ended. “My mom died when I was 16. She had been sick with cancer for 3 years. It was almost a blessing when she died. My dad had kept it together the entire time she was sick.” My mind clouded, going back, remembering everything. “He held on when she died, through the funeral and the gathering afterwards at the house. When the last person left, he collapsed to his knees, sobbing. I helped him up and half carried him to his room, away from where my mother’s sick bed had been. I helped him into bed and covered him. I had never seen my dad cry before. He was inconsolable. “I made my way downstairs, thinking to clean up before he woke up in the morning. When I got to the kitchen, I found my best friend Jason loading the dishwasher. He had gathered plates and glasses and had bagged some garbage. I went in to help him and we quickly finished. He helped me to my room where grief took over.” I remembered the gentle way Jason had helped me into bed. His soft murmurs of concern, his caring hugs and touches. “Jason put me to bed, slipped off my shoes and just held me. But I couldn’t stop crying. Jason kept trying to quiet me, but it did no good. He kissed me, slow and steady. It was wonderful and I stopped crying and fell asleep. I woke up alone. “She died at the beginning of summer. My dad took a leave of absence and we spent most of the summer traveling. When we got home so I could go back to school, I went to see Jason. I wanted to thank him for everything the night of the funeral. When I got to his house, he was cold, aloof, almost like he didn’t want to see me. I realized he was embarrassed by what had happened. I knew the kiss didn’t mean anything; that it only happened to try and calm me down. I tried to tell him. He just said ‘forget it’ and shut the door in my face. “Jason was a year older, he was a senior to my junior. In early November, Jason came over to my house one Friday. We had hardly spoken in the previous months. We were alone and he wanted to apologize for how he treated me. He said he didn’t mean for anything to affect our friendship, but it had. He then hugged me. I was just glad that we were friends again.” I remembered the feeling of safety, of having my friend back. “I pulled back and looked at him with a goofy grin. He stilled and leaned in and kissed me again. One thing led to another and we were naked on my bed. I started kissing him on his chest and stomach, going down further and further. I thought that maybe we were going to be together; maybe we would be lovers and friends. After he came, he was up and out my door. I was confused and a little hurt. I didn’t understand. The next day I went to see him at his house and he refused to see me, saying he had homework. I figured fine, no big deal. He regretted what happened. So I decided to give him time. I went to school on Monday and thought no more of it. Well, not much anyway. “We were both into sports, him football, wrestling, and baseball. I was into swimming, basketball, and track. My school set up for all teams to have PE together just before lunch so the coaches could work with us on technique, exercise, and whatnot. We were both in the class. I was working on the basketball courts and the football team was in the weight room off the gym floor. I was playing basketball and my team was skins. We were playing well and I lost myself in the game. It wasn’t until someone on the opposite team was throwing free throws that I saw Jason outside of the weight room, staring at me. I developed early and was one of the first to get a hairy chest. I was standing there in my shorts and there was Jason, staring at me, he was hard as a rock in his shorts. I ignored him to finish the game. When the bell rang for end of class, I helped put away the equipment and was late going to the showers. I got to the locker room and went to the showers alone. I let the warm water sooth my confusion over Jason and his actions. “When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me and was heading for my locker when I saw Jason watching me. I walked by him to go to my locker, but he grabbed my arm and pushed me back. He punched me in the stomach. My towel dropped. I stood up and he punched me in the jaw. He then grabbed me and slammed me into the wall. It was cement blocks covered with a mirror. My head crashed into the mirror and it broke. I was blacking out and slipping to the floor. The last image I remember was seeing Jason rock hard, standing over me.” I swallowed hard and took off my shirt so Brian could see. I then stood and dropped my jeans, toed off my shoes and socks and stood in front of him in my boxers. “I woke up in the hospital twelve days later. I had a tube in my throat to breath for me. My left leg and arm were in a cast and my chest and back were wrapped in bandages. My dad was sitting by my bed, holding my hand. I hurt so bad Brian. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t move much. My dad was so happy to see me awake. He kissed my cheek and told me he loved me. I kept mouthing that I was so sorry. He kept telling me that I had nothing to be sorry for. Later, I was given a report of my injuries.” I pointed on my body to Brian as I listed them. I had my left shin broken and in a cast. My left forearm was snapped and also in a cast. My spleen and one kidney had been removed as well as several feet of my upper and lower intestine. My chest and back, upper arms and thighs were lacerated repeatedly; some deep, some superficial. “I was given the police report six weeks later, once I was out of my casts. When I didn’t get up, Jason proceeded to kick me, stomping on my leg and arm, trying to wake me up. When that didn’t work, he picked up a chunk of the mirror and started to cut me up. Two of the coaches came into the room and saw me bleeding on the ground with Jason kicking my stomach. They had to sit on Jason to stop him. His last kick hit me in the throat and bruised my larynx. One coach performed a tracheotomy on me while waiting for the ambulance. I used to be able to sing, but all the damage to my throat destroyed my range. I had to learn how to walk again because the tendons in my leg were so badly damaged. I had to learn how to talk again after the tube was removed from my throat. Jason was eighteen and arraigned while I was still unconscious. He pled guilty and was sentenced to ten years. “I was prepared to go back to school once I left the hospital. But, the school graduated me so I wouldn’t and avoid the scandal. Three months after the attack, I was getting ready to leave the hospital for good, and was getting dressed when I saw it in the mirror. They had hidden the mirrors from me so I could only see the scars on my arms and chest and legs. I now knew why my dad was pressing for plastic surgery.” I stood and turned my back to Brian; lowered my boxers over my left cheek. There, carved into my flesh was the word FAG. It was crude but legible. I pulled up my shorts and sat again, unable to raise my eyes to Brian. I knew if I saw pity, I would lose what little control I had. “Just as I finished dressing, Jason’s dad stormed into my room. I was still in shock. He started screaming at me, accusing me of ruining his son’s life; how I seduced his boy and ruined his chances at college and pro ball. It was too much. I curled into a ball in the corner, afraid to look up, hyperventilating and terrified. My dad came in and called for security. They couldn’t calm me down; they ended up letting me hyperventilate until I passed out. When I woke, I told my dad I was leaving, I wasn’t coming back. He asked me not to go, begged me; offered to come with me. I just shook my head and left that night. He gave me $5000 and hugged me. Told me he loved me and that nothing was my fault. I’ve been on the run since then. That was almost seven years ago. Lost & Found Ch. 01 This is a first submission for me and I look forward to any and all feedback. Thanks so much to Woody for letting me annoy him while he did my editing. Thanks also to the other guys out there who let me ask some of my dirty little questions! Enjoy! ~~~~~ Somewhere along the line, I got lost. I'm not sure where it happened or when, but I'm definitely lost. I'm not talking about my physical location either. I really thought I had started out ok, but then life started its twisted game of "Let's fuck with Ayden" and see what happens. Ten years later, the chaos is almost second nature though. I just wish that I could make sense of the last 5 years. The one person that could help me disappeared and I've been an absolute shell ever since. Growing up, I never questioned anything. I just did what I was supposed to do and pretty much stayed out of trouble. I wasn't perfect or anything, but I kept my nose clean. I got good grades in high school, managed to stay involved in various school activities, and was comfortable enough in the social chum ladder so that life wasn't miserable for me. Although I wanted to, I didn't get to go off to some big college. I ended up at the local community college trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. Everything was moving along just fine at first. Then, life decided I'd been content with things too long and let the dice roll. It was just a few months before I turned 21 when things started to change for me. I was hanging out with my friends whenever I wasn't in class. I rarely even bothered to show up at home anymore. When I did, it was more to do some laundry, pick up new clothes and call to make sure my family knew that I was in fact still alive. I'd had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing that was really serious. I'm apparently a pretty good looking guy, at least according to ladies I have dated. I'm 5'11 and 180lbs with an athletic build. My hair is brown, but has auburn highlights. I've been told my eyes are emerald green, but I just think they're plain ol' green. I was on my way to a friend's house that Friday night, as usual. The back roads are always dark, but that night was abnormally black. There was no moon, a storm was brewing in the distance and, considering I was out in the middle of farm country, there were absolutely no street lights. I didn't see the deer until it was too late. I tried to swerve, but I only made it worse. When my truck finally sputtered to a halt in the ditch, the deer had somehow disappeared, but there was no mistaking the front of the truck had tried to make venison burger. There was also no mistaking that I wasn't going anywhere soon. I wandered in ever widening circles around my truck, cell phone dancing over my head, trying to pick up a signal until my battery finally gave up and quit working. I sighed and popped the tailgate down. I grabbed a soda from the cooler in the truck and made myself comfortable on the tailgate to wait. It's amazing what goes through your mind when you're all alone in the dark with no one but the crickets and frogs chirping in the distance. I was supposed to be meeting up with the newest hottie tonight. She was a auburn-haired petite little thing that gave great head. As my mind wandered to what I would be doing right now, I felt that familiar twinge in my balls. Leaning back in the bed of the truck, I grabbed a bottle of sunblock that had been rolling around and popped the button on my jeans. Being outside under the still twinkling stars, the breeze that ran across my cock when I first freed it from the denim prison gave me a shiver that ran from my knees to my nipples. Now I'm no horse, but I'm decently endowed. I've had plenty of ladies tell me I had the perfect cock for swallowing and fucking without causing damage. I'm about 7 ½ inches in length, 2 inches in diameter and circumcised. As the warm summer breeze swirled across the swelling head of my cock, I throbbed in my own grip. A small squirt of SPF30 and I started to let my imagination run wild. Friction is always better than a slippery mess when you're alone. The breeze became her breath when I closed my eyes as I worked my hand over my now leaking cock. The openness of everything around me was apparently more than my now quivering cock could handle. I could feel the tightness begin to build in the base of my cock and curl around my balls. What I didn't know was that HE was walking up the road. He stopped about 10 feet from the tailgate of my truck. I never heard him walk up. As my impromptu jerk off session erupted in my hand to the sound of distant thunder, I was too wrapped up in my own little world to hear the crunch in the gravel as he approached, especially since I was expecting to hear another vehicle come along and not someone on foot. It wasn't until I started to wind down that I discovered I had an audience. His deep baritone voice whispered, "That was hot!" "Holy shit! What the fuck!?" I shouted as I flew up into the bed of the truck, scrambling to cover myself. There in the shadows of the night stood the silhouette that went with the voice. I could see the broadness of his shoulders and the obvious muscles in his arms. I felt a shiver of excitement at being caught, followed quickly by a swell of fear. I had no idea who would be out walking this late at night on these back country roads. Driving, yeah sure, but who knows what kind of creatures are out there waiting to pounce. "I tried to get your attention, but you were a little too preoccupied to hear me I guess," he said. "Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing out here in the dark?" I stammered. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was headed back home. What are you doing out here, besides the obvious?" he smirked. He was pissing me off. "A deer or something ran out in front of me. I hit it and totally screwed up my truck. Now I'm stuck in this damn ditch, no signal and a fucked up front end! I've been sitting here for the last 2 hours waiting for someone to drive by!" I shouted. I lowered my eyes as I whispered, "Then I got bored, not that it's any of YOUR business." "What's your name kid?" he inquired softly. "Ayden. What's yours?" I asked. "I'm Troy. I live just over that hill there if you want to walk with me. It's better than sittin' out here getting' eatin' by mosquitoes. I don't have a phone, but I can give you a lift come morning if you want. I've just got the farm truck and the headlights don't work, so I can't drive ya anywhere now. That's why I'm walkin' this late. I had to go check on my horse in the pasture across the way." He smiled kinda sideways. I could see it even in the dark. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Not unless you want me to at least." I was floored at that statement, but intrigued too. Was this huge burly guy actually flirting with me? I've got a few friends that are gay and a few that I'm pretty sure are bi, but it's never been something that I've ever considered. "S-sure why not," I stuttered. I heard him chuckle under his breath as I jumped down and finished zipping up my jeans. I locked up my truck, not that anyone could steal it in its current condition. As I turned around, I could swear he was checking out my ass. "Lead the way," I said. Troy continued down the road with me in tow now. Even though it was dark, I could tell that he had a well sculpted body. The muscles in his shoulders were obvious. He stood about 6'1 and didn't look like he had an ounce of fat on him anywhere. As dark as it was, there wasn't much to see except Troy's back. I found myself staring absently at his ass as he walked along. He had an amazingly muscular ass, just like the rest of him that I could see. I blushed violently the minute that thought crossed my mind. What was I thinking?! Thank God it was dark so he couldn't see my face. We turned up a gravel drive and I could see the twinkle of the porch light about 300 yards up the drive. As we got closer, I could see the silhouette of the house and was amazed I'd never noticed it before. It had a rugged look to it, but was obviously well built and huge! Kinda like the man who lived in it. As my eyes inadvertently drifted back to his ass, he stopped. Preoccupied in my own thoughts and the fact that I couldn't see that well, I walked right into him. Tiny shocks simmered through me at every place his hard body touched mine. "If ya wanted to get that close, all ya had to do was say so," he purred. 'S-s-sorry man! I wasn't paying attention. Lost in my thoughts I guess." Blushing, I took half a step backwards. He just grinned at me. As he turned around, I caught the scent of him on the breeze. It was this crazy mix of soap and outside and it made my cock twitch. My heart was pounding in my chest as I climbed up the steps behind him. Hell, I don't think I was this nervous the first time I got laid! He flipped a switch on the wall as he opened the door. All I could do was stare at the sight before me. "Wow!" I gasped. "This is amazing! You actually LIVE here?" "Yeah. I take it you like it?" Troy said, his face clearly showing the pride he felt for his home. "Like it? It's probably the most amazing place I've ever been in!" I said with awe. The house was done in very earthy tones. It had that log cabin look without being a cabin. Every piece of furniture looked hand carved. The stone fireplace looked big enough to walk in. A slightly curving staircase ran up the side of the main room to a balcony where I could see several doors along the wall. I could hear the pride in Troy's voice as he explained, "I finally finished building this place last year. I inherited the land from my grandfather when he passed away and wanted to make sure there was a house on the land worthy of his memory. This land has been in my family for as many generations as I have been able to trace back." "It's just amazing! I don't even have words to describe it," I whispered in awe of the house. That's when I turned to get my first good look at Troy. That's also when I felt the first real stir of desire that I ever had for another man. He was beautiful! He had wavy shoulder length coal black hair pulled back in a pony tail. His eyes were the most startling crystal blue I had ever seen and made me feel like I had my own personal spotlight shining on me. My heart began to race all over again as he ran his tongue across his full lips. He took a few steps towards me and I thought for sure my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I took a small step back as he reached towards me. He flipped the light switch behind me and let a little rumble of laughter roll through every nerve in my body. "I told you, I would only bite if you wanted me to," he smirked as he turned around. I felt his voice rumble through me again. I couldn't stop staring at him. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you where you can crash for the night." Numbly, I followed Troy upstairs and couldn't help but look at his ass again. As soon as I realized I was checking him out again as I wondered what the rest of his body looked like. I felt my face turn red again and quickly looked away. We hit the top of the steps and walked to the middle door on the balcony. "This is the bathroom. There's towels and everything already in there if you want. Your room is right next door. "This is the guest bedroom. Everything should be there too, but you can just let me know if you need anything. My room is the last one down there at the end, so all you have to do is knock." "Wow, I really can't thank you enough," I said to him. "Troy, I just don't know what to say. That you would even consider bringing me back here and you don't even know me." "I'm not worried. I've got a pretty good sense about most folks and you come across as pretty honest. I couldn't see leavin' ya out there either knowin' that storm is coming." Troy tilted his head to the side a little and continued, "There's something about you though. I haven't put my finger on it yet, but like I said, I'm not worried. With that, lightening flashed and thunder clapped over head. I could hear the rain begin to pound on the roof. "T-thanks again T-troy. I'm gonna hit the sack. I'll see ya in the morning," I stammered. I stumbled back into the bedroom and shut the door behind me a little too quickly. I have never been so frazzled by another person and I didn't know how to handle it because it was this huge man that was making me trip over myself! You'd think he was some supermodel or something the way I was acting. It didn't help that I could feel my cock beginning to grow and just because of the way he looked at me! It kinda scared the hell out of me. I heard him shuffle down the hall a couple seconds later and resisted the urge to peek out. As I walked further into the room, I was in awe once more. The bed was huge! And just like everything else, it looked hand-carved. As amazed as I was, I suddenly realized I should to head back out to the bathroom before I tried to crash. I was glad I had heard Troy walk away after I shut the door. Not even thinking, I opened the door and started to walk out into the hall, only to run smack into Troy again. This time though, I started to fall. Huge arms wrapped around me and kept me from landing on my ass. I opened my mouth to apologize again and was immediately sucked into the most amazing kiss I'd ever experienced. I couldn't help but melt into it. Troy's tongue licked my lips and found my tongue as I gasped in surprise. The softness of his mouth on mine surprised me completely. His strong arms tightened more securely around me as I sighed into the kiss. I felt my back press against the doorframe and his rock hard cock press into my belly. I groaned against his mouth even more as I felt him start to grind his cock against me. My cock was now betraying everything I thought I knew about myself and throbbed for this man devouring my mouth. I wound my hands into his hair and pulled him closer to me, shifting my hips to push my own now rock hard cock towards his. The feel of his swollen shaft pressed against mine sent electric shivers through me. There was more feeling in this one kiss from him than any other kiss I had ever experienced. I felt his hand glide down my back and cup my ass. I instinctively raised my leg up slightly to give him a better grip. The next thing I knew, I was being picked up and carried back to the bed. Troy broke the kiss long enough to drop me down on the bed and lay himself along side me. His hands slid under my shirt and I felt the sparks erupt along my stomach as he touched my skin. He pressed his mouth to mine again, this time more gently. When he groaned, I felt it vibrate through my whole body and pressed myself closer to him. His hand slid from my stomach down over my throbbing cock. I felt like my jeans were going to burst at the zipper. As he gripped my shaft, I could feel the pre-cum making a puddle and start to seep through. I hissed and moaned, breaking his kiss. Troy began kissing his way down my jaw, briefly stopping to tongue my earlobe. He pulled me up just enough to rip my shirt over my head and began nibbling at my collarbone. He was kissing a trail down my chest, quickly flicking his tongue over my hard-as-stone nipple causing me to arch up against him. As Troy started to slide down my body, my heart began to race even faster. He stopped to swirl his tongue around my belly button as I felt his fingers flick the button on my jeans open. My already swollen cock had no trouble forcing the zipper down, freeing my cock finally! As he wrapped his hand around me, my whole body felt like it was on fire. There was a never ending stream of pre-cum dripping down. As his tongue licked the head of my cock, I finally screamed! "OH MY GOD TROY! You're going to make me explode!" "Let it out baby, let me taste you! Don't hold back!" he whispered. Suddenly his mouth swallowed me whole, all the way down to the root. His hand wrapped around my swollen balls, stroking them gently. As he sucked hard up my shaft, I finally couldn't hold back any more. "TROOOOOYYY!!! I'm cumming!!! OH MY GOD!!!" I screamed as I exploded into his mouth! Stars burst behind my eyes! It felt like he was sucking the life out of me through my cock. I must have cum buckets and he took everything I offered him. As my cock slowly stopped pulsing, he continued to gently lick up and down my shaft. The aftershocks rippled through my body with every touch of his tongue and every whisper of his breath along my groin. My breathing slowed, but my heart was still pounding in my chest. "I have NEVER felt anything like that." I whispered. "That was absolutely amazing!" Troy did that little chuckle again and said, "I'm so glad you enjoyed it." His voice was still sending little tremors through my body causing me to shiver. As he slid up my body, his lips met mine once more. He sucked gently on my lower lip, drawing out another moan from somewhere deep within me. This time his kiss wasn't as aggressive. This time it was passion that I felt, mixed with the taste of my own cum lingering in his mouth. Troy's kiss was branding my soul as I breathed him in. The swirl of his tongue as it met mine licked the edges of my very being. I knew this moment had changed something in me and I suddenly gasped. "Whoa! Wait!" I gasped as I struggled to sit up. "Everything alright, Ayden?" Troy vibrated against my chest. "Don't get me wrong, that was utterly amazing, but I'm not gay Troy. Hell I'm not even bi! I've never even considered doing anything like this!" I stared at him as I mumbled over my words. "You certainly didn't seem to mind though." Troy said as he sat up. He had a confused look in his eyes. "Look, I never intended for this to happen. I wasn't even thinking about what I was doing until I had you on the bed. By that time, you were definitely into it so I just went with the flow." Troy slid off the bed and stood with his back to me. "I'm not sorry this happened, but I am sorry you're so uncomfortable with it now. Sleep well Ayden. I'll get you where you need to go first thing in the morning." With that he walked out of the bedroom and gently shut the door behind him. It was a few minutes before I heard him walk down the hall and another door shut. "Holy shit, what was that!?" I muttered to myself. I couldn't believe what I had just done and was completely confused now. I have never been kissed with such passion. It left me feeling a little hollow now that Troy was gone. The man had barely touched my cock and I exploded! The few times I was with a girl who was willing to even give head complained that it took forever to get me off and this man had done it in less than two minutes. Hell, I think I lasted longer the first time I actually had sex! I groaned as I finished stripping out of my clothes and crawled into the bed. I could still smell Troy in the folds of the blankets and it caused a twinge in my cock. Ugh, what was going on with me? And I still had to go to the bathroom! This time I listened to the door before I opened it. I peeked down the hall towards Troy's room, then quietly slipped into the bathroom. As I stood over the toilet, I couldn't believe that my cock was already stiffening up again! What was happening to me!? I stood there staring down into the water waiting for my cock to settle down again before I was finally able to relieve myself. I washed up and listened at the door again before I slipped back into the bedroom and crawled in bed. I curled up into a ball and let the exhaustion from the evening roll over me. Between the damn truck and the mind blowing orgasm I just had, my body gave out on me quickly. Lost & Found Ch. 01 I opened my fly and released my straining erection and shoved into him with one swift, hard thrust. I was overwhelmed with the need to take him. I needed him to whimper and be helpless. I was an animal and lost to the sensations as I pounded into him. He was moaning and groaning with each thrust. I reached around him and rubbed his shaft through his underwear. I wanted him to cum. I needed him to lose it. I didn’t understand what I was feeling, but I needed it. I became an animal rutting against his mate; using my cock to boldly tell the world that this was mine. He was beyond grunting now, just panting heavily. I bit his back as I pumped, harder and faster. I felt him clamp around my shaft as he came. He spurted into my hand through his underwear and called out my name. I thrust a few more times before I exploded into him. The sound of Brian calling out my name as he climaxes always causes me to cum. After my cock stopped spurting, I collapsed against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting, panting and trembling. Guilt overcame me, I knew I had hurt Brian, forced him into having sex and forcing him to cum fast and hard. My God, I had raped him. I had never known this driving force and had been powerless against it; but it was no excuse. I was devastated; I thought for sure it was all over. Covering my eyes with my arm, I trembled while the tears slowly came. I heard his keys jangle as he pulled his jeans up. I became hard again hearing him button his fly and the shifting of his shirt. I had just ruined the best thing that had ever happened to me and I got hard hearing him put on his clothes after fucking him. I hoped he would leave rather than yell or scream. His knee popped as he knelt beside me, he touched my hand. I lost it. I clung to him and started crying. Repeating over and over how sorry I was. “I’m so, so sorry, Brian.” He pulled me away from him and looked at me; he looked confused. “Why are you sorry? My legs are trembling. It was wonderful.” “Brian, I forced you. I took you against your desk. I… I raped you.” He chuckled then saw my pain and confusion and grew misty-eyed before hugging me close. His voice cracked as he told me, “Simon, I forget how innocent you are sometimes.” He stroked my hair and soothed me with soft murmurs of love. “Simon, look at me.” He commanded and I raised my eyes to his. He cupped my face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs under my eyes to wipe away the tears. “Simon, I am bigger and stronger than you. You could never force me to do anything. Do you have any idea how good you make me feel? How attractive I feel right now?” I shook my head at him. “You needed me so badly, wanted me so much, that you came into the office and took me against my desk. Anyone could have walked in and seen us, and you didn’t care. You needed me. We spent the weekend discovering ourselves and our bodies.” His smile was big and bright, his eyes shone with love. “You needed me and I need you. When we love, we can be slow and steady or fast and furious. I love you so much.” I curled against him and kissed him the kiss we should have shared. Happy, we kissed for a few more minutes. He pulled away and smiled at me, ruffling my hair. “I’m a mess. Thank God I keep extra clothes here. I need to go downtown to the office for a meeting. We will have to do some of my rough and ready fantasies when I get home tonight.” He took off his clothes, going to the desk and removing his spares. He looked at his sticky underwear and laughed. He simply went without. He walked to me with his underwear in his hands and shoved them into my pocket, telling me to think of him until later when we could try out his fantasies. I wanted to ask, but knew that since I had surprised him, he could surprise me later. The day was a wash for me. I couldn’t focus on anything but what Brian and I had shared the last few days. About three, the foreman sent me home until I could get me head on straight. I went out to the pool once I got home and stripped before diving into the cool, refreshing water. I was floating on my back, wondering at how my life had changed so much that I could enjoy swimming and being naked again, when Brian found me. My ears were below the water so I didn’t hear him at first. But I saw his shadow as he got ready to dive in. He broke the water as I stood up and surfaced right in front of me. He kissed me and slid his hand into my hair, pulling my head back and slurping and biting hard at my throat. I felt him hard against my belly and I instantly sprang to attention. He grabbed my arms and dragged me to the stairs, laying me against them and covering me with his body. He hooked his arms under my knees and pulled me closer to his hips. He thrust his cock to the hilt inside me and began to thrust hard against me. The water sloshed around us, over my mouth and eyes. I felt him speed up and knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came inside me. I was powerless against his thrusts and knew how Brian had felt this morning against his desk. Thinking of how much power I had given to him I instinctively knew he wouldn’t hurt me. It turned me on beyond imagining. He bit down on my shoulder and I came against his belly just as he stopped his thrusts and spurted deep inside me. “Welcome home, Brian.” He laughed and kissed me. We went inside and had dinner. He told me that the foreman had called him and let Brian know I was acting oddly. Brian decided then and there that we needed some time away from work to calm ourselves. But he didn’t think it would work. He laughed and told me he thought we would still be hot for each other when we were eighty, we would be a little arthritic to go at it like we had been. He told me we were off for the next two weeks and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere. I told him how much I missed my father and would really like to go see him. He called the airlines and we were on our way in the morning to Oregon and home. We sat in the front of the plane. Both of us being so tall, he said the expense was worth it to fly first class. He almost talked me into escorting him into the bathroom to join the mile high club. I instead promised him a surprise when he least expected it. We rented a car and drove to my old home. I wasn’t really nervous, just apprehensive, hoping I wouldn’t panic like I had been. As we pulled into my dad’s driveway, I forgot to be anything but happy to see my dad again. I had always just walked in, but now, I didn’t know what to do. I was saved when the door opened and there stood dad. He hadn’t changed at all. He was about my height and had the same golden hair that I did. I was a bit stronger and heavier, but we were a lot alike. He sputtered in surprise before grabbing me in a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground. He pulled me into the house and had us both sit down. We quickly caught up; all the while he kept reaching out to me, touching me as if to confirm I was really there. I got up to fix dinner for the three of us. While chopping vegetables, I heard dad grill Brian. I was embarrassed at first, then pleased when I realized that they were both very serious about the questions and answers. That night, Brian and I crawled into my old bed. I had slept naked since Brian and I had gotten together, even though it had only been a few days. But in my old home, I couldn’t. Brian somehow knew that I was unsure of what to do and he pulled me to him on the bed. I had only taken off my jeans and socks and he was in his BVDs. He kissed me slowly, stroking my cheek with his hand. He pulled back from the kiss and wrapped me in his arms, spooning behind me and stroking my chest lightly until I relaxed. I drifted off and didn’t dream. I woke up a little after dawn and I smelled coffee. I untangled myself from Brian’s embrace, and sought out the heavenly aroma. I walked into the kitchen and the last seven years vanished. There was dad, dressed for work, reading the paper, sipping coffee. I had walked into the kitchen to see this more times than I could count. I felt then that my running was a waste. I had missed him so much. My throat was tight as I grabbed a mug and sat across from my dad. He looked up at me and smiled. “When your mom and I brought you home from the hospital, every night since then, I wondered at the miracle I had been given. I would check in on you and watch you sleep for more nights than I didn’t. I even poked my head in your room a few times after you were gone.” My face must have fallen; guilt overwhelmed me. “Simon, you did what you had to do. You were dealt something so beyond your coping skills, you did the only thing you could. I’ve missed you every day that you were gone, but I knew it was the right choice. As long as you called every week, which you did, I still had my miracle.” Tears had welled up in my eyes. I had missed him so much. For every excuse or apology I tried, he shut me down. “I didn’t say that to hurt you. I admit I peeked in on you last night. Does he always hold you?” At my nod, he smiled. “He held you like you were precious to him, someone to protect and cherish.” It felt good to see him smile; he had done so little smiling before I left. He told me that he was going to take the rest of the week off. He got up to rinse out his mug. He turned to me and I knew he wanted to ask a question. I told him to go ahead and ask. “Brian told me that the both of you were new to this and were unsure of how to go forward. What did he mean by ‘new to this’?” “Dad, Brian was married for almost seven years, he and his wife ended very badly about six months ago. We are each others’ second lovers.” “All that time, Simon. Alone?” To that I nodded. “No one to hold you, cherish you, love you?” I shook my head. “Oh, Simon. Your mom and I always wanted you to be happy. We didn’t want you to be alone.” “I’m not alone, not anymore.” He walked up to me and held me for a moment. When he pulled away from me, he wiped his eyes and told me he would be home later. After dad had gone, I went to shower and get dressed. When I was done in the shower, I was just stepping out when Brian came in. He smiled and grabbed me, surrounding me in a huge bear hug. He set me down and stripped off his underwear before hopping in the shower. I knew he took really long showers, so I got out of there to let him get to it. I wrapped my old robe around me and was heading to my room to get dressed when I heard the doorbell. I went down the stairs, distracted by thoughts of dad’s conversation and opened the door wide. My heart stopped for a moment before thundering to life again. Jason stood in front of me. He hadn’t changed much. He was still dark and handsome. His black hair was cropped short, almost militaristically. He sported a goatee and moustache and was wearing faded, worn jeans and a shirt under a leather jacket. He took off his sunglasses and there were his ice blue eyes, staring at me. I was transported back to the old gym and locker room. He had that same intense look about him. Only now, he was stronger than before. I was taller by about 6 inches, but he was undoubtedly stronger. The room started spinning, the walls disappearing and being replaced with lockers and steam. I don’t know how I kept from curling into a ball and screaming. He smiled at me before stepping forward, as if to hug me; warm and caring. “Simon, its good to see you.” “Jason, what are you doing here?” “I came to see you. To tell you some things.” “Jason, please, I . . . “ “I love you. I couldn’t tell you before. My dad he just, he just didn’t understand. I wanted you, wanted to be with you, but I knew he wouldn’t understand. But now, we can. I love you and want to be with you.” For the first time in over seven years, I got angry at what had happened. It is amazing what a little anger will do to panic. It makes it go away; amplifying the anger. “You love me? How can you possible think that is a welcome declaration?” He looked confused. “But, I do. I need you, I thought you would be happy.” “Happy? Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? How long it took me to recover? How terrified I have been?” He smiled at me again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you when I sent you away the morning after we were together. I wanted to bring you inside and tell mom and dad how much I loved you. We can now. I was punished for not telling the truth, now we can be honest and together.” I realized then that Jason was not all there. He was either desperately mad, or else blocking out the memory of the gym. “Do you know why you were in jail?” “Yeah, I was bad. Mom told me I was guilty, but I don’t remember what I did.” I needed to be cruel at that moment. Needed to give him the same pain as he had given to me. I opened the robe and dropped it. He smiled at first, moving forward as if to embrace me. Then he saw the scars. He looked up at me with questions in his eyes. I then turned from him, so he could see my back. He looked at those scars as well. Then I dropped my underwear. He gasped as he saw the brand he had given me. The word so horribly etched into my flesh. I wrapped my robe back around me and turned around again. Jason was on the verge of tears. “I had horrible nightmares while in jail; of you. Of you being hurt; blood everywhere. I thought they were dreams. I thought they were lies that the police told me to scare me.” Jason seemed very small at that moment. Then he collapsed against the wall and started to cry; huge, gut-wrenching sobs that could have woken the dead. At that moment, Brian came rushing into the room, a towel wrapped low and loose on his hips. He walked right to me and took me in his arms; wrapping me in security. Jason looked up then and stopped crying. “I should go. I …” “Jason, please leave. Don’t come back, don’t call, and don’t write. Leave my father alone.” I saw something die in Jason’s eyes. I think then he learned that he had killed something fragile. He also seemed to realize that he couldn’t repair something so utterly destroyed. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned to me and told me he hoped I would be happy. He shut the door behind him and walked away. I turned fully into Brian and held on with all my might. He held me just as tightly, murmured into my hair and stroked my back. He helped me upstairs and laid me on the bed. He didn’t talk and didn’t ask; he just held. That was when the tears came. I realized at that moment that I hadn’t cried about anything except Brian since my mom died. I hadn’t grieved for what had happened to me. I hadn’t cried at the pain, both physical and emotional. I sobbed for a long time and all the while, Brian held me and stroked my back, kissing me gently on the head from time to time. My dad came home early and found us in my room, on my bed. I was still crying. He didn’t ask either. He slipped off his shoes and crawled behind me and wrapped his arms around the both of us. I looked up and saw Brian look at my dad. The look was filled with so much emotion: fear, concern, gratitude that my father had come home to share the burden and that he was included in my dad’s comfort, but most of all, love, extreme and abiding for me. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up alone in the bed. It was dark and I knew that I had slept the day away. It had been really early when Jason came by. I didn’t know when dad came home. I heard them talking outside the door before it opened. I saw dad embrace Brian and thank him for loving me so much. Brian shut the door and pulled off his shirt and jeans before crawling into bed beside me. He didn’t pull me to him; just relaxed on his back in his underwear. I waited until his breathing evened out and I knew he was asleep. I got up and crept out of my room. I saw the clock in the hall on my way to the bathroom. It was after 11PM. I took a shower, washing away the tears and the grime of the day. The warm water soothed me; and as the water streamed down my back, over my shoulders, the fears started going with it. I no longer needed to fear Jason; I no longer needed to feel ashamed or lost. I had love and warmth. I knew what I needed… no… wanted to do. I crept back into my room, staring at Brian’s prone form. I knew. I planted my knee at the foot of the bed. I noticed the whirl of hair on his calf, dark and thick, trailing up his legs, disappearing into his stark white briefs. He was such a large man. His shoulders so incredibly broad and waist so narrow; he was a muscular, strong man who loved me. I lowered my chest between his thighs. My armpits hooked lightly over each thigh. I trailed my hands over his thighs and raised them to the waistband of his briefs. I pulled them slowly off him, raising myself to accommodate their removal. He started to stir and I placed my hand on his stomach and stroked it lightly. My fingers pulled on the hair covering his abdominal muscles. His skin erupted in goose bumps and he started to thicken below my chin. He stood at attention quickly and I realized that he was huge: long, thick, and proud. With my hands on him before, I knew we were about the same size, him a little thicker, and me a little longer. But when you had your eyes just a few inches from heaven, your perspective changes. I lowered my head and ran my tongue between his slit and the flared beginning of his crown’s underside. Flicking it back and forth quickly. I heard Brian sigh. I ran my tongue all around the flare of his head, lap after lap until he started to leak his clear fluid. I then tried to enter his slit with my tongue, lapping his essence, branding his taste on my memory. His large head was glistening, dripping with his juices and my saliva. I knew it was time. I pursed my lips and dove down, forcing him in me entirely until my nose ground into his pubic hair. He bucked against me but quickly calmed himself. I loved it when he allowed me to completely pleasure him, lying back passively. It happened on his desk in the trailer, he was none of it; I did it all. With him buried deeply in my throat, I slowly shook my head as if saying no, but the slight movement, caused his engorged and sensitized underside to rub against my tongue. Brian cried out softly. I then raised my head to about halfway. I swirled my tongue around him and sucked hard once before releasing my suction. I opened my mouth just enough to breath out. I sucked in air and fluffed warm air around his shaft. He moaned again. I resealed my lips and started moving up and down. As I moved, I took my hands and rubbed his stomach back and forth with the same rhythm as I bobbed my head. After a few moments, he was beyond any other sounds but fast panting. I looked up and met his eyes, they were black and glassy; he was lost. Somehow I knew if I sped up my movements he would cum, if I changed the suction, anything at all, he would trip over the edge. I didn’t. I wanted him writhing, on edge, until he couldn’t hold off anymore. I watched as he clenched his jaw and tilted his head back and grabbed the edges of the bed. He had the edges of the mattress lifted in his strong grip and I knew he was going to take over if I didn’t end it soon. With some regret that it would be over, I dove down to the base again and shook my head rapidly once there. I felt him thicken and stiffen in my mouth before he exploded. He was silent while he came, his mouth open but no sound came out. I pulled back a little to allow me to breath. I reveled at the feel of his shaft twitching with each spurt of his warm juice. His taste was sweet and thick. When the last of his spasms stopped, he collapsed his rigid hold on the mattress and completely relaxed. I bobbed a few more times on him to clean him up, taking the last of his cum from him. I rose off him and watched his shaft collapse against his belly. I rested my head over his belly button. He was trembling below me. Lost & Found Ch. 01 Brian reached out and grabbed my arms, dragging me to him. “Come here sweetheart.” He wrapped me in his big arms and held me tightly against him. He was still trembling and did nothing but hold me. After a while, the trembling stopped and his hands started to move on me again. He stroked my back and caressed my shoulders. His hand drifted down to my butt, and he stiffened when he felt the scar. He looked at me and there was fire and determination in his eyes. He pulled away from me and kissed me lightly before turning me over. He started at my feet. He brushed his finger along any scar he found. Once brushed by his fingers, he would trace it with his tongue, kissing it slightly and saying almost imperceptibly: ‘forget.’ He moved up my legs and I knew he was near my knee, where surgery left more scars than the mirror had. Each scar was treated the same. ‘Forget,’ over and over he said it as he touched and licked and kissed each scar. He got to my cheek, and its horrible brand. He kissed it just the same and commanded me to ‘forget.’ I was hard against the mattress. Emotion was riding me harder than Brian ever could. My throat was clogged with it. I needed some sort of release. As Brian shifted and moved up to lie on me, I was hoping it would be a sexual release. But, I was wrong; he continued to minister to old scars, trying to erase the hurt. I felt tears, silent, cleansing tears trail down my cheeks. Once he reached my shoulders and had treated them, he rolled me over gently. He saw my tears and lowered to my face, kissing them away. ‘Forget.’ He kissed my chest and arms, the surgery scar on my belly and repeated the word again. The tip of my penis brushed in the soft hair on his chest, the knot in my throat eased as the emotion found a second way to release. He moved up me, leaving my aching erection alone again to plant himself at my throat. He found the tracheotomy scar and laved it lovingly. “This saved your life. This is what allowed me to find you.” He kissed it again before raising to take my mouth in a hot kiss. He made me feel so much more than I ever thought I could. For the longest time I had felt damaged by the attack, unworthy of feelings. Now, I was grateful for them. It wasn’t always pleasant, but I was alive. He lifted me slightly and entered me. Once fully seated, he stayed in place, looking down at me. He moved his hands up to cup my face and keep me looking at him. He rested his elbows under my shoulders and his body rasped against mine as he slowly moved. He thrust gently, keeping the same pace. I felt him buried inside me and I started to grasp him with my body, pulling him, squeezing him. He kept up his slow, torturous pace for an eternity. If either of us built up too much, he slowed us down. He looked into my eyes the whole time. After several of his exquisite thrusts, I noticed he was tearing up as well. I had had tears rolling down my face; overwhelmed by the emotional pull I was feeling build just as much as the sexual build up. The first tear dripped from his chocolate brown eyes onto my face, followed quickly by a second, a third, a gentle rain of his tears. His voice was cracking as he spoke, “I love you so much, Simon.” With that confession, I exploded against his belly and I felt him explode inside me as well. The whole time we stared into each other’s eyes. When the explosion stilled, he lowered himself to me. He was still deep inside and his chest rested on mine. Then he kissed me. This kiss was slow and sweet. His tongue brushed mine back and forth, slowly, gently like a slow dance or a tender caress. When the kiss finally ended, his body had calmed enough and his softened cock slipped out of me. He rolled us to our sides and continued to stare at me. “You realize this is forever don’t you?” He asked me, knowing the answer, but wanting to reassure me. I nodded at him; I didn’t need the reassurance. He was mine and I was his. That night, for the first time, I held him through the night. I slept on my back with his head resting on my chest, his leg thrown over my thigh and his hand in mine held tightly over my heart. My other hand slowly stroked his back and shoulders. Since I had slept most of the day away, I wasn’t tired. I took the time to think. I knew we would go back to Texas soon and that some changes needed to be made. The next day, I told my dad that I was okay. He looked at me for quite some time, trying to read in my eyes the truth that I told. He must have found his answer, because he hugged me and smiled at me again. His smile always made me feel safe. We spent the rest of our stay in Oregon getting to know each other again. One night we went out to eat at a restaurant. His boss recognized dad and came over to talk. When he saw me he was surprised and clapped me on the back. Dad talked about Brian and I, referring to us as ‘his boys.’ I was very, very grateful that dad liked Brian so much. But, I saw how dad’s boss looked at the two of us with a slightly disapproving look. I wanted to turn away. Then I saw dad get angry at the look and wished the man a good night. The next morning, dad cornered Brian and asked if he knew of any companies in San Antonio that could use an accountant. I was surprised that dad thought that way. Brian just smiled and said that his company could use one part time and the architectural firm he worked with could use one too. Dad looked up at me and smiled. “I’ve been away from you for far too long. I’ll simply be closer to my boys.” Brian and I flew home the next day. Dad followed us about a month later. At first he wanted to find a nice home in the city. Brian quickly talked him into staying with us. Since Brian’s house had the almost separate ‘mother’ suite, it could simply be a father-in-law suite. It had its own private entrance and was connected, but still private from the rest of the house. Brian moved all of his things back into the master bedroom upstairs. Shortly after we got back from Oregon, I quit my job. I told Brian first of course. I couldn’t keep a job where I was sleeping with the boss. Brian told me he would make me a partner. I simply told him that I had been saving my money over the past few years wanting to go to college. He had gone, but I was too busy running to go. He still made me a partner. Once he announced our partnership in his company, he announced his personal partnership with me at the same meeting. It was quite the coming out party. He told me that since I couldn’t legally marry him, he would tie me to him in as many legal ways as was possible. Shortly after dad moved in with us, I did have some of my scars removed, the brand on my ass and some of the larger ones on my back. The others didn’t matter. While in my first semester in college, I was in the bath soaking after finals. The warm water and Jacuzzi jets soothed my aching muscles and helped with the healing process. Brian found me there when he got home from work. He had stripped before entering the bathroom. He sank into the warm water with me. He took my hand and held it until I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled at me and kissed me. Brian and I are still together. Dad comes and goes, he dates occasionally and even stays out for a night or two, but I doubt he will find anything like what he had with mom. I worry about him sometimes, but he seems truly happy being with Brian and I. He doesn’t intrude; in fact, we try to get him more involved than he is. He told me once that we was afraid he would go wandering, wanting to see his miracle sleeping again and walk in on an embarrassing situation. Life is good. I am no longer lost and have found the greatest thing in life: love.