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David Ch. 01

By: BeeHbee



'Click click click' sang the heels of black leather boots as I crossed the car show room. 

It was late and the only light showing me my way was from the moon which was reflecting in the window. I had only received the all clear message from David twenty minutes ago. I still had a lot of work to do but I was going to let an opportunity like this pass me by. For some unknown reason David appealed to me and I could quite put my finger on why. I had used the side door just as instructed by him. Unknown to anyone else this part of the showroom wasn't covered by the security cameras. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I searched for him as stood next to the gun metal grey saloon. 

As I stood there I felt a two heavy hands caress me from behind. One grabbed my hip and the other fondled my breast. I could feel his hard cock press into the small of my back as he pull me in closer. I took a long deep breath as my body relaxed into his arms. My pulse was racing and my head was spinning with excitement. It felt good being caressed knowing that this man wanted me and he was going to take me. 

His hands moved to my long silky hair brushing it to side; his lips placing wet kisses on my neck. I could smell his musky aftershave as the scent engulfed me; I would have recognised anywhere, it was my favourite and I had bought James a bottle of it for his 39th birthday. I manoeuvred to face him. My fingertips clutching his stubble to pull him closer as my lips locked with his. I could taste the sweet bourbon on his lips; a bottle he presumably kept in the bottom draw of his desk for victory sales. 

With his body he pushed me backwards and I perched on the bonnet of a ruby red sports car adjacent to where we had been standing. His legs parted mine slightly as he kissed my chest. His warm breath was making me tingle with each of his deep exhalations. I reached into the pocket of my trench coat and felt the tiny foil packet at the bottom. I had come for one thing only and I had come prepared.

I loosened his trousers and his penis sprung out of the opening of his underwear. It was solid like a rock and I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. No sooner had I slipped the condom on he turned me round. With his body he moulded me so that I was bent over and placed my hands so that there was one at either side of the bonnet. He lifted the skirt of my navy dress and slipped two fingers into my panties and started to gently rub the lips of my pussy. I had been teased all day by his messages; detailing exactly what he wanted to do to me. I was wet and I wanted him. He slipped my lace panties over my bottom and they raced to the floor. His luke-warm hands wandered up my soft thighs and gripped my hips as he entered me. 

'Uuhhh' my voice let out as David started to pulse in and out of me. He felt so good inside me. His hard cock filling me with every stroke. The sensation of the cold metal against my bare pussy was driving my senses wild. With each stroke he pushed deeper and deeper inside me, faster and faster, making me pant until I could hardly speak because I was breathless and my mouth was dry. It wasn't long before he came, the frill of the evening's events too much for him to hold off. My body was glowing with heat but I was beginning to get cold as the temperature was outside was dropping and the heating in the showroom had automatically switched off. It was late in the night and I wanted to get home. I kissed him quickly, pulled up my panties and fastened my coat buttons. I left David standing there with his trousers round his ankles exhausted from the hot sex that had just happened between us. I didn't look back as I slipped out of the car showroom. It was just about that night, just about the sex.

I had only known this man for 2 days. How did this all happen?

David Ch. 02



Edited by: Pretty Randy

It is strongly recommended that readers check out chapter one before reading this continuation.

*****

The next several months saw Jeff and Howard settle into a kind of exploratory phase. Though nominally they maintained separate bedrooms, they were often together overnight. Their sexual interactions were satisfying, but not confining. Jeff had not taken other lovers since they met, but Howard had; (one of each sex). On those occasions, Howard and Jeff behaved as roommates, not lovers, though their affection for one another was obvious to everyone.

Jeff quit his position at Topel, Foreman, taking a much more responsible and demanding position at one of the companies owned by Howard. He felt no shame in this, for, though he was an incurable romantic, he was also a realist who knew that success in life, especially in business, often depended largely upon who one knew. Likewise, he had also given up his efficiency apartment on the near west side, content for the time being, to share Howard's posh digs. He had chosen to continue biking to work on clement days, needing the exercise to stay trim.

About one A.M. on a frigid December morning, Jeff and Howard sat close beside one another before the roaring gas fireplace, enjoying a snifter of Felipe II, talking gently about their future, touching one another affectionately, kissing now and then. Suddenly, Howard's phone rang sharply; an unusual occurrence at so late an hour.

"Hello," Howard said. "Wait. . . What?. . . Who? Neal. . . Neal Downs? Yes? My god! What happened? Is he?. . . Yes. What? Take it easy. Nice and slow. Do you need me to call 911, an ambulance? You sure? Yes, okay. Wait for me. Don't let him leave under any circumstances. I will be there in about twenty minutes." Howard held up a hand like a traffic cop, halting the barrage of questions Jeff was about to fire off. He switched to the in-house com line to buzz Roger. "Hello Roger. Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I need the Escalade right away. And, Roger, could you please accompany me too? I may need your help. Yes. Yes, it's an emergency. I'm sorry... I can't tell you anything, just that it is very urgent. Yes, okay thanks Roger. Five minutes? You are so great Roger, thanks a lot."

Turning to Jeff, Howard began to explain, moving swiftly to get his coat, hat and gloves; all the accouterments necessary in Chicago in December. "Get dressed if you are coming along, no time to waste. That was the manager of a local club, a sort of friend of mine. Neal has been attacked; mugged I guess, at the least, beaten up. I don't know exactly what has happened, and I don't care. He sounded as if Neal could barely talk. I'm going. You coming?"

Jeff hopped around on one foot, then the other, struggling in his newly awakened fog, to don enough clothing for the Chicago Loop in December. In November, Harold had bought him a genuine Borsalino fedora to wear with his thirty-five hundred dollar topcoat. The hat fit him perfectly and provided protection from the harsh Chicago winter. He had not told anyone how debonair he thought he looked in his matching topcoat, hat and leather gloves; he thought everyone would think he was old fashioned, but he found it hard to pass his reflection in a store window without grinning.

Jeff assumed, but did not ask, whether Roger's presence foretold trouble, perhaps violence, but he was game for whatever happened. Now that he was an important member of an important firm, so well dressed that everyone admired his good looks, Jeff's self-confidence had gone into overdrive. He also, in a sort of twisted way, felt responsible for anything that might happen to Neal; his beloved David. After all, his David could not be having problems if he hadn't been rescued.

The Escalade pulled up in front of what was a night club called 'Berlin'. Howard and Roger jumped out of the SUV and walked rapidly through the door, leaving Jeff lagging. He scurried to catch up, but was stopped by the bouncer and asked for identification. He was also told he had to check his precious Borsalino "Look," he tried to tell the huge doorman, "I don't even want to drink. I am with those two men. We have come because a friend has been hurt, beaten up I think."

"Oh, I see, you are . . . with Howard, uh, all right then...okay, fine, trust me then. My name is Murray. Before you leave, find me and I'll return your hat. I'll make sure to take good care of it. Go ahead on in. If you can't find your friends, tell the bartender to take you to Max, tell him Murray said so. Go on."

Jeff pushed and bullied his way through the dense crowd, searching for any sign of his friends. As he reached the far end of the bar, he saw a small cluster of people gathered in one corner. Pushing several people rudely aside, he worked his way quickly to the center of the crowd. Suddenly the last resistance vanished and he found himself at the epicenter of a small circle. He turned and there was Neal, his David, lying on a table. His face looked like chopped meat. His 'David's' normally pale complexion was now ashen, nearly purple. His lip was split and his eyes were rapidly blackening. Jeff felt a cold evil plant itself inside him. He made a silent vow. They had tried to destroy his 'David', and if he ever found them, he would destroy them totally. Jeff couldn't hold himself back, he leaned to hug Neal close.

"Ow," Neal groaned, take it easy will ya Jeff? I am only human you know."

Howard and Roger were tied in a tight circle with the manager. Jeff, not about to be left out, pushed his way into the circle. "I didn't see the attack, but my bouncer saw several men running away immediately afterward, so he can probably give you an accurate description. Are you sure you don't want me to notify the police. You really should, for insurance purpose and legal matters."

"We've spoken to the victim," Howard said. "He has made it very clear. He wants as little publicity as possible."

"Well this sort of thing has been happening with disturbing regularity all over Boy's Town. Bringing charges would help catch these guys and put them out of business."

Howard looked at the man as if he had just sprouted horns. His voice calm, but low, menacing, he said, softly, "You needn't worry about that. Whoever did this will soon be out of business. Count on it!" 

Jeff could see the tension in Howard's cheek muscles, clenching his teeth tightly together. He bent over Neal's still form. "Neal. . . Neal," he whispered softly. "You have to stay awake. Are you okay to walk to the car?" He turned to address Howard, "I think we should carry him to the car, I don't think he should try to walk until he has been thoroughly checked. Also, he probably should not go to sleep right away. Someone needs to be with him all the time. That would be me! No discussion, no alternatives, and Howard?. . . "

"Yes?"

"I heard something in your voice. Whatever you are planning, if you find these guys, I need to be a part of anything you do. Don't fuck with me on this, please."

"I promise to include you. Now please, this is not the time or place to discuss it."

Turning to the crowd and speaking loudly, Howard declaims. "I need four strong men to gently carry this young man to my vehicle, the job pays one hundred dollars apiece. 

When Howard's words sunk in, there was no dearth of volunteers. He chose the four he wanted. "Okay, gently now lads, don't drop him. My car is right out front." Turning to the manager, he said, "Thanks for your help and for calling me. Here is my card. Would you please give it to your bouncer Murray? Have him contact me as soon as he rises in the morning? I will compensate him for his time and trouble."

Jeff stayed close as the four big burly gays slowly and carefully, carried his wounded 'David' to Howard's Escalade. He was close to puking at the thought of the pain and humiliation Neal had suffered, vowing to himself once more, that someone would pay the price for this brutality.

Once in the vehicle, Buddy was busy on the phone while Roger drove. In the approximately nine minute ride back to Howard's place, Jeff heard him make arrangements for a hospital-type bed, a visiting nurse and consultation with a Doctor.

***

Except for four broken ribs and a mild concussion, Neal's injuries proved to be miraculously minor. Over the next three days, Jeff did everything for Neal; never leaving his bedside. He took short cat naps so he could watch Neal's progress. The nurse checked in twice daily for vitals; otherwise Jeff took care of Neal. The thought stayed forefront in his mind that Neal had tried to kill himself once already and that they were on the 69th floor. Jeff tried to gather as much information about the incident as he could, despite Neal's reluctance to speak of it. The broken ribs, he had so far been able to ascertain, were the result of multiple kicks, delivered to Neal, curled in fetal position on the blacktop alley while two men attacked. Jeff's balls retreated into his body at the thought; his mind went black with ire.

Neal, inert for several days, was left to stew in his own juices, trying to reconstruct what had happened to make him reject this warm and safe place. It seemed to him that he had merely asked a simple question, one designed to protect himself, to decide if Howard were a predator. Life was so goddamn complicated. A little more than a year ago he had been in high school, rambling along without a care in the world. "Be honest with yourself," his inner voice scolded, "in high school you lived in fear. Remember those shower room erections you became so adept at hiding? Remember all those sneaked looks at other ("Damn it! I am not fucking gay!"), men? At their cocks? The fear of being caught and branded a cocksucker? Remember all that fitful jerking off to half remembered dreams?"

Howard had been right. It was only himself that Neal had to fear. That's why he had thrown himself in the lake. Suicide is the only way to run from one's self. The quick way he had attempted, the slow alternative was alcohol and drugs and risky behavior. Certainly no one here would hate him, fear him for his urges. The only person to fear was himself. "It's worse than that," his conscience spoke again, "you are making others fear you; acting like a dick to people who have only tried to help you. You owe Jeff an apology. For Christ's sake, Neal, the man saved your life! And maybe you owe Howard an apology too; especially Howard. And now. With this. Talk about self-destructive behavior." Now he had also to forgive himself. "Why oh why had I gone to that damned bar?" he kept asking himself, though deep down he knew the answer. "What had drawn me there?" Neal put his face in his hands and wept then, wept loud and openly. Wept for lost childhood, lost innocence; long, hard, wracking sobs that shook him until his sore ribs ached with the effort, until his sorrow held no more tears.

The sound of Neal's weeping carried down the hall to where Jeff sat sipping coffee, taking a break from his caregiver chores; a break from Neal's obdurate silence. His arms ached with the desire to hold Neal, to comfort his pain, but, understanding the need to fight one's personal dragons, he suffered separately, silently.

Neal spent two more days in obdurate silence. 

***

It was late on a Saturday night. Howard had convinced Jeff to leave Neal long enough to catch a quick meal at Ditka's. Neal had been asleep when they returned so they had retired to Howard's enormous bed for some frenzied love- making. Jeff was distracted by Neal's moaning. The session proved unfulfilling for both partners. Howard was angry that Jeff was not taking care of himself as he should. They nearly had a fight. As if to spite Jeff's attentions, Neal slept on under the influence of prescribed pain medications.

In the dead dark of a moonless night, Neal limped from his bed, struggled down the short hallway and stood peering, trying to make out Jeff's sleeping form.

"I hear you there," Jeff's voice suddenly cut through the darkness.

"Help me," Neal's disembodied voice replied.

Sudden brightness made Neal flinch as Jeff switched on his small bedside lamp.

"What is it? Are you hurt?" Jeff sat up, nearly jumped up, but Neal motioned him back down.

"I'm not hurt, well, I mean. . . I'm okay. Well, not okay, but not physically worse. May I come in?"

Jeff threw back the covers and made a motion inviting Neal to join him.

"Well, I didn't actually mean in your bed, I. . ."

"Take it or leave it," Jeff said.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

Neal limped slowly over to lie beside Jeff, facing him on the small bed. "Can we talk? I need someone to talk to."

"I thought you'd never ask. You know, Neal, my beautiful 'David'. . . " Jeff said, touching Neal's face with the back of his fingers, "you can tell me anything. I have been waiting for you to come around. Do you want to tell me what happened last week at that, uh, bar?"

"I was so stupid. I don't, can't, figure out why I went there. No, wait. That's not right, not true. I've made up my mind. I want to try to be honest with you, with Howard, most of all with myself. If, that is, I can figure out what the truth is. So let me start again. I went there, knowing it was a gay bar. I felt. . . compelled. I wanted to. . . to. . . to throw myself to the winds as it were, get drunk, maybe forgo responsibility and let something happen to me. Something. . . gay. To see. . . To find out. Then this guy well, picked me up, came on to me, sat next to me, put his hand on my thigh.

I was so scared I couldn't breathe, and yes, I was terribly excited. It's hard to describe. It was like an addiction, I was enthralled, overcome with compulsion. I would have done anything. He leaned over and kissed me. I thought I would die. His kiss felt so weird, so eerie, scratchy and totally unromantic, but god I was so excited. He said he wanted to go to his place, invited me. When we got to his car he, he, oh god he took out his. . . his penis. God help me I wanted, wanted, something, anything. I reached to touch him.

"That's when the second guy popped up from the back seat, called me a fucking homo and smashed me in the face. They dragged me out between the cars and started hitting me, kicking me, took my wallet, my watch, my ring, my phone, everything. They kept on. For a long time. I was sure I was about to die, like that guy, Mathew somebody, out in Wyoming. 

"A boisterous crowd came out of the bar and started toward the lot. My assailants got scared and ran off. Someone in the crowd heard my feeble cries and came over. I was hurt, but I was so ashamed. I just wanted to crawl away. Someone called the bouncer there. He helped me inside. I didn't know what to do, I was nearly unconscious, fading in and out, but I didn't want cops and all that trouble. You were the only person I could think of to call, you and Howard. God, Jeff, can you ever forgive me? I have been so stupid."

Jeff reached to draw Neal into his arms and for once Neal did not withdraw. Rocking softly, Jeff repeated, "Poor Neal, my poor, poor 'David'. You stupid idiot. You could have been killed, that's what worries me. Maybe you were just looking for another way to destroy yourself. What's next? Heroin? Crank? Neal, Neal, Neal. Whatever am I going to do with you?

"Help me."

"How can I help, Neal?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

"Is it really so horrible, so terrible?"

"What?"

"The idea that you might be gay, or bi, or. . . whatever?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything. I was certainly excited enough about what I thought would happen." Suddenly he was racked with sobs, ". . . in, in that, c, c, car."

"God Neal, lighten up on yourself. Why must you be so hard on yourself? Who taught you to be so hard on yourself? Why can't you just be Neal, enjoy whoever and whatever you are?"

"You, you, you make it, it sound so, so easy."

"Well it could be, it can be. Something tells me, now that you are talking to me, that things are about to get a whole lot easier for you."

"Why does life have to be so tough, so difficult, so, so confusing?"

"So what are you so confused about? Are you really confused or are you merely denying who and what you are?"

"I don't even know who I am, what I am."

"To me it seems impossible that you don't know whether you are gay or not. I knew it. I struggled against it, but I knew it."

"But that's just it. I don't know."

"Well, did you enjoy sex with Alicia?"

"Anice. Yes. No. Well, you see, we never. I mean we made out, like, a lot, but never, you know. . . We said we were gonna wait 'til we were married and then, all that shit happened."

"Wait, wait! Are you saying what I think you are? That you are a virgin? You've never had sex of any kind? Never with a guy either?"

"Well. . . I. . . uh, no! I mean yes, I mean, yes I am a virgin. I have never had sex. There, I said it!"

"Well, for Christ's sake, no wonder you are so confused. But listen. Listen to me my poor, poor misguided 'David'. You are doing all this, stuff, er, torturing yourself, and you don't even have a reason? Jee-sus, somebody has really fucked you up."

"My dad," Neal blurted without thinking.

"I hear that! I remember, you mentioned something like that once before. I, uh, I have the same problem. The son of an alcoholic dad, especially an abusive one, can never be good enough. No matter what he does. I know. Believe me, I know, and for cryin' out loud, no wonder you are so confused."

"Whatd'ya mean?"

"Well, how are you supposed to know what kind of sex you like if you never have had any at all? Okay, let's think this out. You at least know that you are sexually attracted to women. At least at this point or think you are?"

"Yes."

"Aha! Now we are getting somewhere. And how about men? Do you know for sure that you are attracted to men?"

"No. Yes! Well, shit, I went to that damned bar, didn't I? I guess I can't deny it now, can I? At least I can't deny my, uh, my attraction to, to. . ."

"Say it!"

"To cocks."

"Well the diagnosis is somewhat difficult without empirical evidence, but, on first insight I'd say you are bisexual, or ambisexual. But it could be you are straight but very sex oriented and merely curious. Here is the important thing. I have known gays and bi's and straights. Most of the gays and straights have known their preference early. My brother played with dolls like a girl until my dad threw his doll in the furnace when Tim was eleven. He knew he was gay, even then. Later he tried to date girls, but he knew it was no use. But guys like me, who like boys and girls; we are often filled with doubts about ourselves, never knowing which way to turn, if you know what I mean. I was very confused for a very longtime."

"What helped you get over it?"

"A person who loved me, helped me."

"How did they help you?"

"By loving me, making love to me, being in love with me. By showing me that what I wanted, what I needed, was not hideous or shameful or ugly, but merely a different way of making love to a different kind of person."

Neal's eyes were dry now, his breathing more regular. A sly smile crossed his face. "You know what Howard told me?"

"What?"

Jeff saw his 'David' again as every visible part of Neal flushed a bright pink. Neal stammered, "He, he, he, he said you were in love with me."

"Did he? What do you suppose made him say that?"

"I dunno. Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you in love with me?"

"If I said yes. . . Suppose I said I crave you like water in a desert, what good would it do me? It would only make you sick, disgust you."

"Maybe not."

Jeff turned toward Neal once again. Suddenly the closeness of Neal's alabaster body made Jeff very uncomfortable. "What do you mean, David?"

"Like before now, before today, I. . . well I never. Oh hell! It is so hard to know what I feel, how I feel, let alone how to say it. I don't know what to feel, what to say. I never thought of it as love. But, but, you kissed me, just that once, so quick, but I. . . so, so tender, so loving. . . "




David Ch. 02



"Neal, Neal." Jeff stood, turned, took his 'David' by the elbows and urged him to stand. "Don't speak." Their bodies were close. A strange and eerie feeling filled the air, as if their closeness had intermingled their auras; Jeff's own a bright crimson, Neal's a murky blue. "Please, Neal, don't speak. If you speak say only: 'NO. STOP.' But please don't speak. "Jeff slowly slipped off Neal's t-shirt, letting his fingers graze the hairless chest. The heat rose in him immediately, his hardness great, his breath choppy. He eased the shirt from Neal's shoulders, down his arms. He longed to kiss his alabaster statue, his David, to swallow his mouth, but he knew kissing was more intimate, more difficult than sex for some men at first.

He laid his palm on David's face, his fingertips softly entwined in the golden locks. He reached to lay the flat of his other hand on the front of David's shorts, pleased that his actions thus far were eliciting a noticeable response. Deftly his fingers dug between the confining overlap of Neal's tighty-whiteys and drew out Neal's semi-flaccid penis. He glanced down, wanting desperately to see it in the same state as David's in the famous sculpture. Wanting, then, to see it rise and grow in his hand; he knelt. The graceful natural beauty of Neal's cock dangled mere inches from Jeff's face. His mouth watered. "Later," he told himself, planting only one soft kiss on the sleek unwrinkled foreskin.

His eyes caught Neal's zeroing in on his cock. He smiled, moved one hand to Neal's shoulder. With the other he took Neal's wrist and drew it toward him. "Touch me, Neal. Touch my cock." 

"Yes. Oh yes," Neal answered, reaching, grasping.

"Softly, softly," Jeff guided, reaching with his own hand. He guided the length of his cock along the growing length of Neal's, held the length of their two penises together, stroked easily. 

"Oh god," Neal muttered. "Oh my god!"

It took a moment to sort things out, but they were soon lying side by side, facing. Each once again held the other's cock. "Can I speak now?" Neal asked. 

Jeff giggled lightly. "Sure. Tell me anything, share with me. You can trust me."

"This is the first time I've held a cock in my hands," Neal said, "except for my own. I like the smooth hard, yet soft feel of it. It feels so much different to hold yours than mine."

"You are trembling. Are you afraid?"

"Terrified."

"Of what?" 

"Of you."

"Me?"

"And of myself. And of what comes next. For me."

"Feel me. Feel the soft hardness of me in your hand."

Neal was overcome by swirling emotions he found it hard to name. His voice would not work, the words frozen in his brain, his body suffused with intense heat. He could manage only, "Yes."

"For now, I am going to let go of you. Will you keep touching me?"

"Yes. Help me. Teach me. Please."

"Stroke me softly. Yes like that. You aren't tuned off? Disgusted? Sickened?"

"N, N, No. I, I want. . .," Neal sputtered.

"What do you want?"

"I. . . don't. . . know. I. . .Tell me this is Okay, that what I, what we are, uh, doing. Tell me it's right, it's good."

Jeff leaned to place a finger across Neal's lips. Neal smelled the acrid scent of his own penis on Jeff's fingers. "Sssh, Jeff hissed, "It's okay, you're okay, you are all right. I am going to lie back. I want you to explore. Have you ever even seen a cock before?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have. I even have my own. And the showers in stuff at school and at the gym."

"You misunderstood. I don't mean from a distance. I mean up close. I want you to take your time and look me over. Touch my dick, play with it. Look at it close. Feel my balls. I want to find out, I want you to find out, if you like it."

"You are getting so hard, and so big."

"Listen, my David. Naked like that," Jeff said, voice low with emotion, a lascivious grin on his face "You turn me on from across the room."

"What do you mean? I don't get it."

"You are so beautiful. Your ivory skin and wonderful tight body. Your curly hair and tight buns and perfectly formed penis. And uncut, I've always preferred uncut."

"Everybody always says that uncut is dirty," Neal said.

"Who says that?"

"Everybody. All the books. A circumcision is for cleanliness, and all the guys in my life, in school and sports and stuff, have teased me and made fun of my dick my whole life.

"Well, let me tell you something," Jeff said, "uncut is clean and beautiful, circumcised is ugly, full of ugly scars. My cock head stays clean because it stays safely sheltered under my foreskin. Ooh! Keep doin' that! A cut cock head comes in contact with trousers and underwear and everything it touches. Furthermore, I happen to know that circumcision was begun on young boys to prevent. . . Oh Jeez that feels good. . . them from jerking off. It was supposed to prevent jerking off; first by making it painful while it was still sore, and then because it desensitizes the penis head, greatly reducing the stimulation."

"Neal, oh my beautiful, beautiful David. I want to make love to you. I want you so badly. I want to go further, do more, but I have one thing more to talk with you about. I am afraid I will piss you off maybe make it so you never want to speak to me again, but I hafta say it."

"What? What's so serious?"

"Well, you know your trip to that bar last week, where you got mugged and nearly killed?"

"Yeah, well, that's over and done with."

"Well that's just it. I only have one more thing to say. But it's a biggie. You gotta promise you're not gonna get angry with me."

"Okay, okay, I won't get angry, just say it."

"Okay, well, you know how we decided that you went there, to that dangerous place alone because you were compelled by your unrecognized desire for cock? Well, if you were compelled by your desire for cock, why not avail yourself of the two cocks available to you, two men you surely knew you could trust? You tried to alienate yourself from Howard and me, safe people, safe cocks, safe sex. You chose the scary, unsafe pursuit of strange cock. Was that merely because you were doubtful and ashamed, or was it only another way for you to try to kill yourself because of your low image of yourself that had very little to do with sex or sexual preference? You see where I am coming from? I want dearly to make love with you but I certainly do not want to be the cause of you hurting yourself."

"I give you my word I will never try to hurt myself again either intentionally, or unconsciously. You see, now I see the difference, I understand what's happening. I can't say I am cured from being so fucked up, but at least now I know, now I can be aware, take care. And now there's you."

During the conversation, Neal had not released Jeff's cock, but it had reverted to its flaccid state. Now Neal stroked it again. Suddenly Jeff stopped everything, released Neal and slid up to lie beside him on the bed. "I don't want to do this," Jeff said. "It feels too much like I am forcing you. I think you should go back to your own bed, sleep on it, think on it. Come back tomorrow or next week or next month, if you decide, or never if you decide that. If you come to my bed, I want you to come freely, openly, willingly. Not like this."

"But. . . but, I'm ready now."

"What are you ready for? Do you even know?"

"By the way, that reminds me. You never did tell me about Howard and you."

"You sure I won't turn you off?"

"Try me and see. Consider it the first step in my education."

Okay here it goes. In the past, sex with men for me has been about 99% me being a top. Do you know what that means?"

"It means you are doing the penetrating, right?" Neal said, blushing crimson.

"Exactly! Well I didn't go to his bed planning on being taken. By the way, have you noticed the size of his dick?"

"Well, I saw the bulge in his slacks. Now I am blushing. I was not supposed to be looking."

"Well take my word for it, it is absolutely huge. Anyway I went to his bed not knowing what to expect, and Bam! He took over, fucked me seven ways from Sunday. It hurt like hell, having that huge thing invade me, but then the strangest thing happened. There was pain, but it transformed itself, transformed me, suddenly I was totally under Howard's control. I had completely surrendered. and I loved it! I mean I didn't expect to. I mean an hour before I would have said I preferred to be in charge, in control. But the joy, the freedom of total surrender took my breath away, took my will away, lead me to the greatest pleasure and the greatest joy. It's impossible to explain."

"Sounds kinda weird. I'll probably never understand. You really want me to go? I can stay. Really."

"No. Go. Come back after you have thought it out rationally and decided what you want. Maybe you should have sex with a woman first. I'll bet Howard knows how to arrange that."

"I'm pretty sure I want you."

"But you need to think about what that entails."

"What do you mean?"'

"You said it, asked the sixty-four thousand dollar question."

"What was that?"

"About what making love with me means for you personally."

Jeff shifted position so they were laying head to toe; he sought easier access to Neal's glorious penis. Tentatively Jeff drew Neal's foreskin back and forth a few times, exposing the deep pink head. He was close enough to smell Neal now. The young man's cock had a strong but pleasant odor, like the scent of a bubbling spring. He jacked Neal's cock quick and hard a few times. Neal moaned. The small beautifully proportioned cock grew and swelled; its tiny pink lips protruded from the tight foreskin.

"Are you okay," Jeff asked.

"I, I, I'm f, fine," Neal responded. Desire washed over him. Never before had another person held his penis.

Jeff leaned over Neal's crotch and, holding Neal's cock in his fist, lapped at it like an ice cream cone.

"Don't," Neal whispered. "That's dirty. and I, I haven't washed."

"You smell wonderful. Like hot cock. You taste even better. Won't you let me make love to you?"

"So it isn't just sex, it's making love?" Neal asked.

"Oh Neal, my David, my beautiful David. I could love you so easily. But for now, I will make long beautiful love to you and with you. If you will let me. Perhaps the love will come later."

"What will you do to me?"

"To you, for you, with you? Everything, anything. Why don't you just lie back and relax. Let me love you. Talk to me. Tell me if something I do angers you or scares you or turns you off. Tell me also what turns you on. My goal is to bring you pleasure. That's the way I am. I get the most excited by turning my lover on."

"Am I your lover? Is that what I am?"

"Not yet, but one can hope. I have wanted to love you from the first time I saw you. I hung out at Grant Park for a month looking for you after I saw you the first time. I want you so badly. But go. Go, before I beg you to stay. I won't have you wanting me from the same sick motivation that took you to that bar. I want you to want my dick, my body, yes, but I want you to see that sex together can be fine and beautiful for us. Not sordid like that place.

***

The sun was ricocheting pink off the gray lake onto Jeff's supine form three days later when Neal stumbled through the doorway to Jeff's bedroom. He stood there uncertainly for a few moments. He had made up his mind; he wanted Jeff, wanted to be held, taken, loved, but now that he had taken the first steps, he was fearful, reticent. 

The creeping red of dawn touched Jeff's face as he lay sprawled across his bed. He shaded his sleepy eyes with the back of his arm. Neal took the movement as his cue to speak. "Jeff," he called out weakly.

"Neal?"

"Help.. . me."

Jeff threw back his bed clothes and stood, his nakedness gleaming rosily in the dawn. He opened his arms in a gesture of welcome and his David, his beautiful, beautiful David, moved from the darkness into the light and into his loving arms.

Their breaths beat a staccato rhythm in each other's faces as their lips finally met in a true lover's kiss. They melted together onto the crumpled sheets, lips locked, hands roaming, exploring.

Jeff's lips meandered, following the downy trail of Neal's sparse chest hair down to his penis, finally licking up the growing shaft to his pink head, emerging now from its silky foreskin, one shining drop of fluid escaping the tiny cock lips. Now both hands were free to roam. Jeff's mouth controlled Neal's cock. His avid lips and tongue followed it around as it waved and flapped, growing tauter and tauter till it stretched suspended about one inch above Neal's smooth hairless belly, hard as steel, yet smooth and soft like ivory satin on his hungry lips. He sat up beside Neal's lovely form. He traced his left hand lightly over David's nearly hairless body, lingered on Neal's tight belly, moved to his thin white chest, toyed with each nipple. He switched hands to caress Neal's thin legs, softly touched his inner thighs, the, oh so sensitive backs of his knees. With his left hand he weighed the considerable heft of Neal's balls. 

Jeff's own stiff manhood, thick, dark, ominous, almost fearsome, hung over Neal's white body, dripping with clear precum. Neal's eyes did not waver from its power and strength. Though Neal's inner mind still rebelled, his body now responded unashamedly. His reluctance faded. His tiny hand reached to touch Jeff's rigid penis, grinning when it responded by throbbing strongly, once, in his palm.

Jeff now laid his head on Neal's belly, taking the full length of David's marvelous cock into his throat, sliding back to lap at the fat, pink head, then deep once more, then again. Jeff rose again to his knees. Neal's David-sized limp cock had now tripled in size under Jeff's talented actions. He took it in both hands, pressed down on Neal's crotch and fed the growing dick into his mouth. He pursed his lips to capture the foreskin, and then held the foreskin with his lips while the cock slid between; into his mouth then on into his throat. His lips released the foreskin; he probed under with his flicking tongue, flicked at the tiny cock lips, swallowing deep.

The more Jeff worked on Neal's cock, the harder the younger lad held onto the mass of Jeff's cock, now leaking fluid down his fist. Neal's head flipped back and forth on the pillow, moaning loudly. Suddenly he yelled, "Stop, please stop, I think I'm gonna. . ."

Jeff paused in making love to David's cock, long enough to whisper, "Yes, please, I want it, cum for me, my David."

Neal had never cum from the actions of another. Orgasm struck him like lightning. He thrust his hips sharply, burying himself deep in Jeff's throat. Jeff's hands went under Neal's ass to pull him up tighter, swallowing over and over, massaging Neal's cock with his throat, sucking cum from the depths of him.

Through it all, Neal had never released his strangle hold on Jeff's cock, only becoming aware he continued to hold it tightly as his orgasm ebbed from him. "I, I'm sorry, you're still, you, er didn't. . ."

Jeff reached to place his finger across Neal's lips, silencing him. "Ssh, it's okay, ssh" His hands moved softly and slowly over the boy's sweet figure, causing a series of orgasmic aftershocks.

Dreamily, Neal whispered, "I can smell my dick on your fingers. You were right. With the right attitude it smells wonderful."

"Taste yourself on my lips," Jeff responded. He changed position to lie beside Neal to cover his lips with his own. Neal struggled a bit, put off by the raunchy smell and the roughness of Jeff's facial hair, but Jeff's mouth grew ever more insistent, pressing, forcing his tongue inside. Neal's surrender was inevitable. He threw his being into this man to man kiss with absolute abandon, his own tongue twining with the other, swapping spit and the remnants of cum. As Jeff rose to kiss more deeply, his rigid cock pressed tight against Neal's thigh.

Giving Neal no time to qualify or quantify the experience, Jeff now shifted his body once more, bringing their two cocks in contact. Humping as if fucking, he drove his own hardness against the cock and balls of the other young man and thrust it between his thighs. 

"Wait...Stop!" Neal cried, nearly shouting. "I, I, I want to do. . . something." He rolled from under Jeff's considerably more substantial body. "Here," struggling to get Jeff to turn on his back, which he accomplished as soon as Jeff became aware of what he was attempting. He spread Jeff's legs and sat between them. Smiling, he said. "Be quiet now. It's my turn." 

Neal became enthralled by Jeff's cock. In this state it was admirable. Hard, strong, dark, hooded; hard as steel; soft as velvet. He took it in one hand, then the other. He had never touched another man's penis. Released from shame and fear, he threw himself greedily into his new experience, playing with Jeff's cock as if it were his new-found toy. As he played, he discovered something within himself. Touching Jeff, playing, making love to his cock, was turning him on. His own penis had shrunk back to its Michelangelo size after cumming, but was now swelling uncomfortably once more. He smiled. "I guess I can't deny it," he said to himself, "I like cocks. Especially this one." Returning his attention to Jeff's swollen dick, he sat cross-legged, lifted one of Jeff's legs over one of his and brought their dicks in contact with one another, playing with them in tandem. He especially liked that he could feel Jeff's responses in his own penis. Each throb caused a throb, in a snowballing progression.

"Is this okay? "He asked Jeff. 

"I love that you seem finally free. Play with me as much as you want. Or," laughing, "as much as I can stand. If you keep that up I am going to cum pretty quickly."

"Oh please. I have never seen a cock shoot off, up close. Do you shoot like really big and far, or just ooze out?"

"I'll try to hold back and then release, to see if I can shoot for you."

"You can do that, control it like that?

"Yes. I can teach you how, but, later, not now, please, just, Ah, keep doing. . . Ahhh. . . that!"

Neal continued to jack off the two dicks, holding them tightly together.

When Jeff's explosion came, cum shot two feet into the air, splashing hotly back onto Neal's cock, balls, and hand. The intensity of Jeff's orgasm, the feel of hot cum on Neal's hands, the look of Jeff's cock pumping cum, pushed Neal over the edge. His orgasm hit hard and fast. Jeff watched Neal's smooth, white cock, pump fluffy white cum. It leaked down onto his hands, cock, and balls and mingled with the growing puddle in the sag of the bed. He watched as Neal's cock lost most of its heft and length, returning to its normal perfection, except for the remnant of foamy cum still captured in its curled foreskin tip. 

Neal had remained seated between Jeff's legs until all passion had subsided and beyond, holding both cocks for a time, watching them change, marveling at the difference. He felt neither the revulsion nor shame he had expected. He was serene and confident, discovering how much he really liked cocks. Jeff's arms reached to draw him up, and he yielded readily, coming to rest under the larger boy's arm, his head on Jeff's broad, somewhat hairy chest. Jeff took one of Neal's hands and dipped the fingers in their mixed cum that still pooled below his belly. "Neal." he said, showing the younger lad he was bringing the cum to his lips. He inserted his fingers in his mouth, sucked on them briefly, then returned to his crotch and dipped again. This time he brought his fingers to Neal's waiting mouth. Neal was about to react, to pull away, when Jeff said simply, "open!" Neal reluctantly spread his lips slightly. Jeff slipped in the cum-filled fingers and Neal sucked them briefly. "There," Jeff said smugly, "You've heard of blood brothers? We are now 'cum brothers'."




David Ch. 02



Both boys giggled and then began to laugh; first Jeff a simple guffaw, then Neal, then Jeff again, beginning a cascading effect that soon had them laughing so hard and for so long, they were holding their stomachs, gasping. Neal cried out; the laughter pained his cracked ribs. "D, don't m, make me laugh, it, h, hurts," Neal choked out, setting off a whole new round of laughter.

When they had finally wound down to their last titter, Jeff asked, "You hungry? I am starving! C'mon." Without thinking, both boys trod into the kitchen naked, Jeff's arm over Neal's shoulders and Neal's arm around Jeff's hips. 

They were taken aback by Howard's unexpected presence.

"Hi boys," he said. "You guys finally got together, huh? I am so happy to see it." Howard was clad only in very loose boxer shorts. At his assumption of sex between the boys, Jeff was slightly embarrassed, but Neal was bright scarlet all over, Howard noticed, even to the tight rounded cheeks of his ass.

"God, Neal, I see what Jeff means. You are truly beautiful, especially when you blush." Of course the complement brought only a fresh redness to the youngest man's body. "Why don't you two sit and I'll cook us up a mess of food? Since it is not exactly morning, I'll let you guys choose. Breakfast or dinner? I know, never mind I got it. There is coffee in the carafe by the stove, help yourselves."

While Howard was busy at the stove, the two boys sat naked at the kitchen table, quietly talking. "Are you mad at me?" Neal asked.

"Don't be silly, Jeff said. Why would I be mad?"

"Well, because you did so much for me and I only, you know. . ."

Jeff grinned and placed his hand atop Neal's. "Look at the grin on my face and tell me I look mad."

Howard's voice was slightly raised as he called over the kitchen noise, "I feel kind of silly being dressed. You two gonna get some clothes on, or should I take everything off?"

"Go ahead, Howard, take it all off," Jeff advised, "but then if you are gonna cook, you better have an apron or something to protect that awesome equipment."

Howard broke into a hardy laugh. "I've taken care of it so far and it is no worse for wear."

On their way back to their separate bedrooms, Neal stopped suddenly. "Jeff," he said, his voice filled with emotion, "I, er, I just wanna say," swallowing hard, "I'm sorry, for. . . everything and thank you for, for, uh, saving my life, and, er, for you know, everything."

They stood so close Jeff could feel Neal's breath on his face as he spoke. Impulsively, Jeff leaned and kissed Neal softly on the lips. Drawing back, he murmured. "I, uh, I'm sorry, I, uh is it, uh Okay?"

Neal placed both hands behind Jeff's head, drew him back and finished the kiss. Jeff's stubble felt rough, like sandpaper on Neal's tender face, but Neal threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, feelings of gratitude overflowing into passion. The anger, the frustration of years of bullying, of rejection, the self loathing, flowed from him and pure raw passion rose to replace them all. When the two finally broke for air, Jeff was grinning. "Howard was right," he said, "I am in love with you. Now go get some clothes on before I lay you down right here on the hall carpet."

In his own room, slipping into his shorts, Neal looked at himself in the full length mirror and saw himself in a whole new way. He saw himself as a person who inspired love in another. 

Did he, could he, love Jeff in return? Was he turning down a new road in life and if so, where would it lead? Would he find truth, love and fulfillment? He grinned and then grinned wider when he saw himself grinning in the mirror. How long had it been since he had smiled? He felt more aware, more alive than he had in years. Whatever the course, he would no longer seek to end his days, but was prepared to spend his days, to consume them in the fire of living. He owed it all to Jeff and maybe to Howard a bit also. Well, he would take care of that, too. Buttoning his shorts, he headed back to the kitchen, whistling a tune he hadn't known he knew.

End of Chapter two.



David Ch. 03



 STOP: It is highly recommended that the reader peruse Chapter I and 2 before Chapter 3. 

*

By the time Neal and Jeff returned, both in cut off jeans and t shirts, Howard had built a huge tower of buckwheat pancakes. The last of a dozen sausages were simmering in the pan, and the Cuisinart™ was pumping out grapefruit juice at a pint a minute.

"Mmm," both guys hummed together, and then broke out laughing at their synchronicity. Howard couldn't help but notice that Neal was staying close to Jeff; he in fact had one hand on Jeff's shoulder. During their repast, Howard asked Neal. "How are you doing?..... Are those ribs healing at all?"

"Well, Howard, they are healing, but a couple of times a day, when I move or twist a certain way, the pain just about drives me to my knees; but as I say, it's down to only a few times a day instead of all the time."

"Listen, Neal," Howard went on, "I don't expect you to go anywhere any time soon, what with the condition your poor body is still in, but what about the long term? Have you decided to move in here?"

"Well, Howard, you hadn't asked me again, but I was kinda hopin' you would."

"Mi Casa es su casa, as they say down in old Mexico. But seriously, I feel a bit responsible for what has happened to you. I want to help you in any way I can. It would give me great pleasure to do nice things for you, maybe sort of to make up for the sordid and violent things done to you."

"Shit, Howard, how can you take the blame for that?"

"Okay, not blame. But I am capable, able and eager to do nice things for people, especially for you."

"Why for me 'especially'?"

"Because, Neal...you are me. What you have been going through, I have already been through. Not exactly, perhaps, but certainly an analog, at least. Besides, you are a highly attractive, very engaging, very endearing young man."

Neal's fork stopped half way to his mouth, syrup dripping back onto his plate.

Jeff started laughing. "Here we go again."

Howard guffawed, Neal joined in. Soon all three men were rocking with laughter, holding their bellies.

Gaiety over, they settled in to demolishing pancakes. No one spoke until the platters were empty. Over fresh cups of coffee, Howard spoke again. "Have you written anything lately, Neal?"

"Naw, you know, with all that's been going on, I haven't felt very creative."

"You mind my making a suggestion?"

"You will anyway," Neal answered.

As Howard chuckled, his big chest rocked. "Too true, too true, my man."

"Well go ahead then," Jeff and Neal said, in unison again.

"I think you should write about what's been happening to you. Not a blow for blow factual account, but, I don't know, a short story, maybe. If you are gonna stay here for a while, I have a great laptop I could lend you to work on. When you think you are ready, I have an in with several publications who are crying for stories like that. I also have a friend, er, well, a business acquaintance, who is a literary agent and an activist."

"You gonna buy him clothes like you did me?" Jeff asked.

"That is certainly an option open to him," Howard said, "though I don't think he is as eager to accept as you were."

"It just feels awkward having you buy clothes for me, I mean it would feel awkward with anybody, like I was a kept man or something" Neal said.

"Except that I do not expect any reciprocity," Howard said. "Meanwhile, my laptop is on my desk. I'll remove the entry code so you can get on, later we'll make you a user with your own password. At any rate, let me know if there is anything I can do for you, anything I can get you." 

Neal reached to lay a palm on Howard's shoulder; Howard turned to face him. Jeff was about to speak, but stopped, mouth agape. Neal's face was suddenly deadly serious as if a dark shadow had passed over him.

"You can help me find the ones who did this to me," Neal said, gesturing to his injured body.

Howard reacted as if he thought someone might be listening. "Look in my eyes," he said to Neal. "Do not, ever, speak to me of that again!"

Since it was Monday morning, Jeff and Howard had to go to work. Neal, well enough now to hobble back and forth to kitchen or bathroom, was left alone to fend for himself. He went back to bed but found sleep elusive. He began wandering around Howard's large apartment, continually awed by the view, the furnishings, the art and the electronics. In the 'fireplace room', a sort of modern library, he discovered a brand new, state-of-the art vinyl disc-player and hundreds of re-mastered 'records'.

He lost himself for thirty minutes sorting through to find something to play, finally deciding on "Dragonfly" by Jefferson Starship. The album was much older than he, but he had certainly heard of "Starship" and the surrealistic, futuristic female dragonfly on the cover art intrigued him. Handling the equipment very carefully, he started the music. Within moments he found himself captured by the driving power of the band. By the fifth song, 'Devil's Den', the haunting voice of Grace Slick, the booming guitars and the eerie melodies of Papa John's electric violin had him spellbound.

Howard's library had built in speakers, at least eight of them, concealed throughout the room, adjusted for ideal 'live' sound. It was an experience akin to a live concert. Neal, read the entire album jacket, learning all he could about the band, about its performers. As he was returning the volume to its protective sleeve, it dawned on him that Howard himself would have been only four years old when the album had been released. He vowed to himself, then, that he would learn to appreciate all of Howard's collection. 

He wandered toward Howard's home office, grinning when he realized he had just committed himself, if not to stay here; that is to live here with Howard and Jeff, at least to spend considerable time here. What a difference from his feelings a few weeks ago. Jeff and Howard's unrelenting, unconditional love was like a force of nature. Neal sat at Howard's desk, pulled the sleek looking laptop to himself. As promised, Howard had removed the password, so Neal was able to fire it up. Neal had never heard of the brand name, ASUS, but was pleased when it was ready in seconds. Scanning the available programs, Neal found "Word Perfect," his favorite word processor. Checking further, he determined the computer also had the software necessary to convert documents to any format.

He sat scratching his hairless chin for several minutes, and then began to type. A Chance to Live, he chose as a working title, then changed it immediately, A Choice to Live, by Neal Downs. He chuckled to himself. Potential readers, glancing at his name, would think he was a reformed porn star, but suddenly a picture flashed into his mind of himself, on his knees before Jeff. Maybe his name was not quite so terrible. 

He wrote all day, not even noticing when he missed lunch. He created the heart wrenching story of a young man so lost in his search for himself; so filled with fear and loathing for what he was, what he was afraid to be, that he turned to violence against those who have sought in their ignorance to torment him, his hatred so strong he finally turned his weapon on himself. The story ended with the young man's mother, father, and fiancé huddled together in tearful mourning. In the last scene, the beautiful young girl raised her voice to heaven. "WHY?" she screamed at her maker, "Why would he do it?"

He rose from the desk shaken; his hands trembling, his mouth dry. The deep emotions he had written cried out to him from his own alternate future. "My God," he thought, "that really could have been me." For a moment he considered Howard's potent brandy, opting instead for a tall cold glass of milk. He drank it so fast that his 'got milk' mustache was a Fu Manchu. He was wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve when Jeff burst through the door.

Jeff stopped short. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I, I, I am all right."

"Don't shit me Neal, something is up."

"No, really, I am okay, it's . . .just, er, something, I wrote today."

Jeff moved closer to lay a palm on Neal's shoulder. "So you wrote today? All day?"

"Uh huh, I. . ."

"It affected you this way?" Jeff asked; the concern was heavy in his voice.

"No, it, it's good, very good, probably the best thing I have ever done."

"But you are . . . like, this?" Jeff gestured open-handed, indicating Neal's body, head to foot.

"It's...it's... powerful."

"Can I read it? Now?"

"I don't know if I could stand it if you didn't like it."

"Since when did i become so important to you?"

"Oh God, Jeff, don't you know? You have come to mean so much to me in the last few weeks. I, I. . ."

"Where is it?" Jeff exclaimed "Oh no you don't!" as he moved to intercept Neal."

"Okay, fine, there!"

Jeff settled in at the desk and fired up the laptop. "Why don't you scare up something for supper? Howard will be home in about half-an-hour."

Jeff read on in silence, undisturbed by the clop, clop, clop of salad being created. Neal put down his knife to glance at Jeff every few minutes, but could tell nothing from his body language.

Howard came burbling in, his usual cheerful self. Impulsively he drew Neal under one huge arm. His gaze traveled to Jeff, then back to Neal, then back again.

"Hi Howard..." Jeff said, "Be with you in a sec. I am reading the story Neal wrote today."

Howard released Neal and paced over to sneak a peak over Jeff's shoulder. "Oh no," Jeff said, "This is a treat you can't cheat on. When I am done you can read it from start to finish. I highly recommend that you do so.

The praise he received that evening from Jeff and Howard infused Neal with a newly found sense of power and purpose. Howard had suggested he publish the short story at once, and then get busy expanding it to a novel. "It's a story that needs to be told, Neal," he had said, gesticulating, "and yeah, we have true stories like that of Matthew Shepard. But I think the novel genre would proide a better platform to tell the story much more powerfully, more personally."

Neal had always thought of himself as a writer, but the term had applied in only a hazy, artsy kind of way. The way this story had poured from him like a case of mental diarrhea, had pleased and astonished him. Even though nothing had yet been published, he felt himself actually, a writer. Howard had gotten on the phone immediately to a business associate who was a literary agent, e-mailed him a copy and asked him to look at it. He promised Neal he would go no further. The story would make it or not on its own merit. 

To celebrate, they walked a few blocks to Ditka's, a famous Chicago eatery, owned by a former member of 'Da Bears', the affectionate local name for the Chicago Bears NFL team. Dinning at Ditka's was always a treat. Definitely a sports bar, but also a place where people could eat and converse as individuals. The menu was solid food, served in huge portion at exorbitant prices. The three men shared a famous seafood tower (designed to serve 5-6), two sides of lobster Mac and cheese and a pitcher of Dos Equis. Howard tried to push the chocolate raspberry dessert, but the other two sat rubbing their bellies and shaking their heads.

Later that evening, Neal, passing a mirror, was astounded to see the face in the mirror sported a huge smile. He found himself humming snatches of Starship tunes. He saw Jeff headed for the shower, his hard body swathed only in a huge towel. He smiled evilly to himself, waited a few minutes, and then entered the bathroom. Dropping his clothes to the floor, he slid back the shower door.

Startled, Jeff turned; water from the shower channeled itself over his torso, flowing off the end of his puckered foreskin as if he were pissing.

"I've made up my mind," Neal said, "I've decided. Mind if I join you?" Jeff stepped back to allow Neal entrance. Neal placed one hand tenderly on Jeff's waist. "Jeff, I. . . I. . ." Jeff turned them both, pinning Neal against the shower wall with his own heavier body. Holding Neal's chin, Jeff kissed him lightly on the mouth, once, and then pulled his face away waiting. Tentatively, cautiously, tenderly, Neal leaned forward, the touch of his lips fleeting at first, then firmer and finally avidly attacking Jeff's mouth and tongue. His hunger, no, his need, suppressed for so long under shame and fear,quickly rose to the surface. He reached between their bodies to firmly grasp Jeff's cock. "This," he said, "This is what I want. Now!"

Jeff's laugh was nearly drowned out by the pattering water, but it made Neal pause and look up.

"Not too fast, my beautiful, beautiful David. We've got all night. Turn around and let me wash your back." Neal obeyed. Jeff leaned back. Supported by the shower wall, he drew the full length of Neal's body back against him, soaped up his own hands and reached around to caress and wash the front of Neal's fine body

"Close your eyes," Jeff said, and then soft as the puffs of air from butterfly wings, his fingers washed Neal's eyelids, cheeks, ears, neck. Touching Neal, having the firm round globes of Neal's ass against him made Jeff's cock begin to lengthen as it hardened. He moaned softly as his hands descended to tweak and wash Neal's nipples.

Neal could not help but notice Jeff's hardening cock, pulsing along the crack between his cheeks.

"Oh god," he said to himself, "This is IT. This is when he will try to. . ." his mind refused to complete the thought, but the idea affected the strength of his knees. Jeff's manipulation of his nipples caused a skittery, jumpy sensation deep down between his belly and his balls. No one had ever touched his nipples. He hadn't known them to be... had never considered them a source of sexual arousal in a man. When Jeff's hands roved over his taut belly, Neal's body went weak. He felt as though he might slip to the floor if Jeff's strong body and hands had not held him. His breath was soft and shallow. Jeff's hands cupped his balls, one on each side. And now Jeff's hardness was a live power, poking at him, prodding him. 

One of Jeff's hands held Neal's foreskin back while the other swirled round and round the head. Without prior warning, Jeff pumped Neal's cock several times as if to jerk him off, and then released him. "Your turn," Jeff intoned, turning, handing Neal the soap, placing the flats of his hands on the shower wall, and bending slightly for support.

Neal stood inert for a moment, his body afire; his mind in turmoil. "After this," he thought, "there'll be no turning back." A basic part of him screamed for flight. A deeper, more primal instinct said, 'Go on... take the plunge...surrender to it and accept it all.' Timidly, he began to soap Jeff's back, rather than reach around as Jeff had done. 

"That feels great," Jeff moaned, "a little harder please."

Neal responded by turning the washing into a massage. Though he had never rubbed anyone's back, he was encouraged by the deep sounds of pleasure he was eliciting from Jeff. Though he was a full five inches shorter than Jeff, he was so achingly hard that the tip of his cock stayed in contact with the firm contours of Jeff's ass. The more his hands touched Jeff's body, the harder Neal got until it felt as though his cock would burst his foreskin. He had reached a turning point in his life, he felt. Whatever label anyone would seek to place on him now, he could not deny his fierce attraction to other men, to their cocks; or perhaps, only to Jeff. The instant he reached to grasp Jeff's dick, Jeff surprised him by turning suddenly, dropping to his knees and plunging his mouth on him.

"Wait, I . . ." Neal started to object, to say he had plans of his own... but it was too late. Jeff's hands went to Neal's ass pulling him roughly forward, his mouth a piston, tongue swirling, throat sucking. Neal stumbled a bit, spread his legs farther for better support and surrendered to the moment.

After a few moments, Jeff's fingers sneaked into Neal's ass, one from each side. "Oh," the younger man cried, jerking forward. "Oh god," he cried again. He took Jeff's head in his palms, fingers entwined in his curly locks, guiding his mouth on and off his raging penis in exactly the right way to maximize his pleasure. He tried to stop, to wait, but bolts of orgasm swept through him.

Jeff, sensing him cumming, sucked harder and shoved one finger deep in Neal's asshole. He was immediately rewarded by spurts of hot cum down his eager throat. He held tight as long as he could; Neal's knees were shaky, unstable.

"Oh god, Jeff, I am so sorry, so sor. . . "

"Please, please don't be sorry," Shut up and kiss me. Jeff's heavier body pinned Neal to the wall. He covered his face with wet kisses, imbued with the aroma of cock and cum. 

After all the years of denial and celibacy, reigniting Neal's passion was quick and easy. By the time the two young men had toweled one another dry and hopped in Jeff's bed, Neal's erection was once again fully developed. Jeff's had never abated. 

"What's next?" Neal asked, sitting cross legged in the Middle of Jeff's bed, shaking anxiously like an excited puppy.

"I need to do something about this," Jeff said wagging his dick at Neal, "It, I mean He aches.

"What do you want me to do?" Neal asked, with a quiver of fear in his voice.

"I don't think you want me to decide," Jeff countered.

"But, but, but that is exactly what I want."

"You're sure?"

Well, no, but, y, yes, go ahead, er, do whatever you, er, want."

"I don't think I'll go there yet. You are still too afraid. But if you really want me to take charge..." Abruptly, Jeff pushed Neal onto his back and straddled his chest. In the process, Neal's legs became uncrossed. Jeff's cock stood out over Neal's face, most of its head still covered by its dark thick foreskin, but the tip protruding, dripping with a glistening strand of precum that arced down to touch Neal's cheek. 

Jeff's sudden move had thrown Neal's hands above his head. Now Jeff held them pinned there with his own larger, stronger hands. He began rotating his hips. Leaning forward, he rubbed his wet dick all over Neal's face, painting the younger man's eyes and ears and cheeks and lips with the slime leaking from his hard-on. He paused, his cock bouncing on Neal's lips. "Open, Jeff commanded." 

Neal's eyes went wide, astonished that Jeff would "order" him.

"I said, open," Jeff repeated. His voice held not cruelty, but assurance; not a harsh demand but an instruction he assumed would be obeyed.

And Neal did. Willingly, knowingly, obediently, he opened his lips to the largest thing he had ever taken in his mouth. Reluctance gone, he thrust his head forward and up, engulfing a cock for the first time. Jeff immediately rose to his toes and thrust downward. Neal gagged. Jeff eased back, and then plunged forward again. Once again, Neal gagged. And again. And again. Each time, Neal felt as though he would vomit, but each time he controlled himself as Jeff withdrew. The thrusting, the gagging went on, but over time Neal learned to breathe through his nose and the choking subsided. Now he could pay attention to what he suddenly knew he wanted, had wanted for a very long time; to suck a cock. The smell of raunchy maleness, the feel of slick, soft hardness in his mouth and throat, the feeling on his tongue as the solid piece of male meat slid past, all stoked his growing fire. 

His vision was blocked; his breath cut short, his world became that of plunging dick as Jeff fucked his throat. He tried to remember what Jeff had done to him, tried to swirl his tongue, use his throat muscles. He tried to suck. He had not expected to be so affected. He had thought Jeff would be the one out of control, but it was he, he who wanted more...MORE!

As if reading his thoughts, Jeff moved one hand to the back of Neal's head, forcing Neal's face harder against his groin. Jeff's balls banged against Neal's neck, the base of his cock slammed Neal's chin. Jeff paused for a moment, buried deep. Took one, then the other of Neal's hands and placed them on the hard curves of his butt.




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Neal took the hint and grabbed Jeff's butt cheeks, drawing him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Remembering what Jeff had told him about making love with Howard, Neal pushed one finger of each hand into Jeff's asshole.

"Oh, Oh my god!" Jeff cried out, releasing a stream of cum down Neal's throat, his legs and butt tense and shaking. For good measure, Neal poked each finger again, and then a third time. Each poke brought out another cry and another spurt from Jeff's cock, now already deflating from Neal's throat, spilling some remaining seed on Neal's lips and chin.

For some reason, Neal began laughing while Jeff's dick was still in his mouth. The stimulation on Jeff's dick and balls shocked him into laughter.

Suddenly there came a harsh knock on the bedroom door. Both young men froze, ceasing their laughter.

"Guys, it's me." It was Howard's deep baritone through the door. "I am sorry to disturb you two but it's terribly important. Can I come in? 

"Uh, give us a second" Jeff replied, hopping off Neal and off the bed, his long dick flapping and flopping with the sudden movement. Neal, still grinning, tossed back the covers and nodded his chin. Jeff jumped under the covers beside Neal. In unison they cried, "Come in."

Howard took two steps into the room, looked them over and stopped politely. "I think you are gonna want to get dressed," he said. "We found them."

"Them? Who is them?" Jeff asked, but Neal, who knew at once what Howard meant, hopped up and headed for his own bedroom. Howard watched him pass, paying attention to his small graceful movements. He turned back toward Jeff. "The men who hurt Neal," he said seriously. "We have them!"

"Who is we? What do you mean 'we' found them? How? Who, where? I don't under. . ."

"I hired people. To help, to find the ones who did it, who, uh, hurt him."

"Well, did you call the cops?"

"I assure you; no police will be or need be involved. I am accustomed to dealing with things of this nature through my own resources." 

"But you can't. . ."

"Oh, but I can. I will. I have."

"But isn't it Neal's call, his business?"

"Oh yes, and he will be given some say in the matter. But hear me. This violence, these kinds of attacks will continue as long as we are willing to be silent victims. Those who would perpetrate these crimes against us must be shown that we are not weak sissies to be assaulted by any who choose to do so. Whatever Neal decides, I intend to act, to act firmly and decisively. What I do won't end the assaults against us but it may dissuade some who harbor such ideas."

"You asked once to be involved if this came to be. Here it is. Come or go. I know Neal will come. You make the choice. Your decision will in no way affect my regard for you."

"By the way," Howard said, grinning, "on a lighter note, it smells wonderful in here and the sounds I inadvertently heard were, what should I say, quite evocative."

"Thanks, I guess. And yes I am coming. Give me a few minutes to get dressed."

Howard had called Jerry, who had the Cadillac warmed and waiting when they emerged from the elevator. Jerry swung the large SUV onto Interstate 94, turning within minutes onto the Edens Expressway north, sliding almost immediately into the right lane to exit thirty blocks later. Bundled for Chicago in January, the four men were soon overheated in the Climate controlled Escalade, struggling to keep the windows defrosted while keeping the heat as low as possible.

"Ashland Avenue and Thirty fifth, Jerry," Howard directed tersely, his mind fixed on the matter at hand.

On Howard's instructions, Jerry switched off the lights before rolling quietly into the service bay of an abandoned car lot. On the walls, garish old advertising signs shouting "Bert Weiman Ford," bore pictures and prices of Fairlaines, and Falcons and Comets at ridiculously low prices.

As the four men exited the vehicle, they could hear the muffled sounds of humans in distress. Near the center of the huge garage, two naked men lay tied; their backs arched across fifty gallon drums, eyes blindfolded and mouths stuffed with rubber ball gags.

Jeff began to speak, but Howard immediately silenced him with a harsh gesture. Two men stepped from the shadows. In the dim light of the garage, they wore hats low over their eyes and dark sunglasses, dark sweat shirts and dark slacks. Only one spoke. "Here they are sir. Their identities have been established and their involvement in the incident has been verified. Here is the packet containing the young man's belongings. At least those we were able to retrieve. They must have hocked the watch, but we couldn't find a pawn ticket. We will leave you now." With that the two men exited through a small side door. In the still, bitter January night, the sound of their leaving car faded away to nothing and drove silently into the bitter January night.

Howard motioned for the two younger men to join him a few steps away where he whispered to them. "Speak as little as possible, especially you, Neal. Do not use names when you speak to me or each other. I want you to know that neither man will actually be harmed. Remember that things are not always what they seem." Handing a small box to Neal, he continued, "Here are your phone and wallet. I'm sorry, but there is no cash left, and no watch either."

Using hand signals, Howard directed the young men to where their two captives were bound. "Are these the two men who assaulted you?" he said aloud. "Look carefully at each one and nod or shake your head." Taking Neal by the elbow, he led him past both men. Neal nodded, 'yes' twice. "I will ask again. Are you certain these two men are the ones who assaulted you?" Again, two nods.

"All right," Howard said dramatically, "we are going to allow these two pieces of shit to live, though we could probably kill them easily enough and throw them into the lake." He went to the first man, grabbing him roughly by the hair. "Do you want to live?" The man gagged and mumbled but nodded his head vigorously up and down. "Okay then, what we will do instead of taking your pathetic life is, brand you with a hot iron. This mark will be made on your right testicle, as a reminder of what you have done." 

Even though he was blindfolded, one could easily detect the man's eyes go wide with fear. He began to struggle hopelessly against his bonds, going especially crazy when Howard ignited a torch attached to a small propane bottle and made a production of holding the flame to an iron rod. Though the assailant could not see, the sound of the torch was obvious as Howard held the flame close to the man's face. 

Unknown to the bound men, an identical iron bar sat in a bucket of ice between them. When the first iron was glowing red-hot, Howard brought it to within an inch of the face of the first man whose body oozed away from the heat. "I wouldn't move right now if I were you" Howard warned, bringing the poker to within an inch of the man's penis. Motioning and pointing, Howard directed Neal to the ice poker. Howard touched one tiny spot on the inside of the man's inner thigh, creating an actual burn about the size of a pea, Simultaneously, Neal pressed the ice cold poker directly against the man's exposed ball sack. The man screamed in pain and terror. The second began begging sounds in his throat, sobbing and struggling.

"We will have to get this hot again" Howard chuckled, rebuilding the tension. "It's not hot enough." Once again he fired up the propane torch and once again, he waited. The untouched man suddenly urinated; his cut pink dick sprayed his thighs and knees. "Oh look" Howard said, "his tiny little pee pee is peeing." By the time Howard brought the poker to within inches of the second man's face, he was struggling so hard he had almost tipped the drum. Howard put out a foot to stop it and signaled to Neal then very lightly touched the inside of the man's thigh with the red- hot poker. Neal pressed the ice cold poker tight against the man's scrotum and then pulled it away. Their newest victim was so convinced he had been damaged that he fainted. Howard went back to the first man. "Can you hear and understand me?" he asked. "Mmmbmme," was the answer. Howard leaned to cut the straps that held the ball gag in place and pulled it out. "John Hanson, can you hear me and do you understand me?"

"My balls," the man screamed. "I'll get you for this."

"Are you incapable of learning?" Howard asked him. "Do you need further lessons? You really don't seem to me to be in a position to threaten anyone. As I see it, I have three options: One; I can let things stand as they are, in which case I would have to be convinced that you are contrite and won't assault again. Two; I could shove you in my van, drive north and throw you off one of the steep bluffs into the lake where you wouldn't be found next spring; or, Three; I could continue to torture you until you are incapable of hurting anyone ever again. Which option do you choose?"

"Okay, okay, number one, number one!" 

"Here's the deal. It is January. There is no heat in this building. You are naked. In about twenty minutes you will both be suffering from hypothermia or frost bite. I am going to place a knife in your mouth. If you are enterprising and work hard, you should be able to free yourself, find and don your clothing and make your way to a diner about two blocks from here. From there you can call friends, if slime like you has friends or loved ones, and go home to whatever warm rocks you crawled from under. Understand also that as easy as it was for me to find you this time, it will be even easier next time and the consequences will be much more severe. Good night."

With that, Howard picked up a knife from the floor, turned the haft around and stuck it between the man's teeth, like a bone. "Be careful not to drop that," he cautioned. "Gentlemen, shall we go?"

The four men hustled to the hidden Escalade and drove quickly away. 

On the ride back to Lakeshore Apartments, Jeff sat stunned, mouth agape in disbelief. Howard was stern and quiet, as was Jerry, but Neal could not stop smiling, laughing, talking. "Boy did ya see those guys. The one, he fucking pissed himself. They really thought we had burned their balls. Man oh man did you see them, oh man."

I don't think they'll be rolling queers anytime soon," Howard said. They assumed by the absence of news or scanner reports that the two offenders had managed to free themselves and reach safety. Something in the tone of Howard's voice told Jeff he had his own private, personal reasons for what they had done, but told him also this was probably not the best time to broach the issue.

Back at the apartment none of them could sleep. Howard flung together a late repast of Prawns sautéed in butter and a Cobb salad. They sat silently around the table for a long time afterward sipping Howard's good brandy. The weight of what they were not saying hung over them like a heavy pall.

Finally Howard excused himself. "I am sorry guys, but I need to be alone right now. I hope you don't mind'" He rose, went into the library where he ignited the gas fireplace, put on low music and sat in his recliner, brandy in hand. Jeff knew they would probably find him there in the morning.

The other two sat for a few moments more. Jeff, taking the lead as usual, suggested they turn in.

"Uh," he said, turning to lay his fingers softly on Neal's face, a gesture the younger man was growing to love, "You want to come to bed with me?"

Neal, of course, blushed crimson at the invitation, but readily accepted, laughing, "I thought you'd never ask,"

Jeff hooked his arm around Neal's waist and led him to the bedroom. Once there, he parked Neal next to the bed, left him standing while he went to the dresser and brought back several items Neal could not identify in the dimly lit room. Jeff sat on the bed, fully clothed. "I want to watch you undress..." he said, "Please."

Once again, he blushed, which only made him that much more attractive to Jeff. Tentatively he slipped the sweater up over his head and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then the cuffs. He then slid the soft cotton to the floor, closely followed by the undershirt. His smooth white skin, unblemished by pimple, mole or mark, gleamed in the moonlight streaming from the windows. Jeff caught his breath.

Neal giggled a bit as he unsnapped and unzipped. Bending to kick off his shoes and slip off the legs of his jeans, he shivered in anticipation. Inserting his thumbs in each side, he slid his briefs off one leg, then the other; his small but perfectly formed dick flopping with his graceful movements. He stood awkwardly for a few moments, not knowing what to do with his hands, cupping them at first around his genitals, then loose at his sides, then up to cross at his chest, then down again. "What about you," he asked, "you gonna stay dressed all night?"

"Well, not all night, but I do just want to look at you for a bit. I love to watch your body move. What do you think about what we did tonight?"

"Well, I guess it's mostly on Howard."

"Don't count on it. If the cops ever became involved, we'd be just as guilty."

"Well, that's just it" Neal retorted. "Isn't it? If the cops were involved, those creeps would have been locked up. However it is that Howard did it, found them that is, the cops could have found them too. We didn't really hurt them. I'll bet if I had asked, Howard would have fucked them up bad."

"I saw Howard. He was having a hard time holding back. I'll bet he has had similar thing happen to him. A mugging I mean, like what happened to you."

While they were speaking, Jeff moved to the edge of the bed and sat there. He found himself now between Neal's bare legs, with his arms around Neal's thin, pale waist and his face buried in his David's mid-section, inhaling the fresh scent of him, like the earth on a fine spring day.

Jeff stood, leaned to press a series of small dry kisses across Neal's mouth, his hands moving simultaneously to softly cup the smooth, firm little melons of Neal's ass. "God, you are beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful David," kissing him again, more firmly and, longer. Moving his kisses to his neck and shoulders as he spoke, Jeff said. "Will you let me adore you? Worship your body? "

Even in the dim moonlight, Jeff could see Neal's body turn pink in embarrassment, his freckles like tiny neon lights.

Not expecting an answer, Jeff slid to his knees, nosing in around Neal's balls, sniffing and licking, letting the lean length of Neal's penis flop around his face and neck. His voice muffled, he doled out praise to the younger, smaller man. "I love the smell, the feel, the taste of you." Involving his hands now, he gently slid his open palm under Neal's dick, holding it in place while he pushed his tongue through the puckered tip of Neal's foreskin, flicking lightly at the glans beneath. "I love to feel your cock get hard in my hands, in my mouth," he continued, sliding the foreskin back to flick his tongue into Neal's tiny cock lips.

Neal's small hands went involuntarily to Jeff's head, fingers entwining in Jeff's longish hair, merely resting there, but conveying urgency nonetheless.

Taking the cue, Jeff slid his pursed lips down the length of Neal's cock, pushing the foreskin back as he went, until the exposed head rested just beyond the base of his tongue. He paused there; letting the phallus throb in his mouth and expand into his throat. Now both his hands went to Neal's tight ass, pulling them closer, burying his nose in Neal's downy crotch hair.

"Mmm," he gurgled, feeling Neal's precum slime his mouth and throat. He began a series of long slow mouth fucks of Neal's cock, sliding out until his lips closed over the head, then back deep again, tongue swirling wetly.

Neal's hands closed in earnest over Jeff's head, using Jeff's hair to guide him on and off his aching cock, demanding immediate release.

Jeff struggled free, removed his mouth and rose to his feet. He placed his wet mouth, wide open over Neal's lips, licking and sucking his face. He kissed his way close to Neal's right ear. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered. "Now!" He grabbed Neal's hands, guiding them to his shirt buttons.

Fumbling, his hands shaking, Neal finally managed to unbutton all five, tossing the offending garment away in disgust. His hands went immediately to Jeff's belt, where he found that Jeff had helped by unhooking the buckle. Not bothering with hook and zipper, he simply slid his open hands under the waistband and slid them off, noticing at once that Jeff had adopted Howard's style of not wearing underwear. Jeff's cock stood hard and unyielding between their bodies until Neal pushed Jeff lightly to the bed where he sat down hard, bounced once and laughed once nervously. He held up his feet and legs for Neal to pull off his pants and shoes, and then surprised Neal by hooking his legs over the smaller man's shoulders. 

"I want you to look in my eyes while you fuck me, Neal." Reaching over, rummaging, he handed Neal the small vial of lube he had brought over earlier. Reaching down, he applied liberal amounts to his tight brown hole, and then stroked the lube onto Neal's hard prick. "Go slow; go easy," he said, pulling Neal's cock,"I am pretty new at this, too."

On his third attempt, pushing roughly forward, Neal's cock finally penetrated. Jeff's cry of "OH!" resounded through the room, but before Neal could withdraw, Jeff grabbed his hips. "Stay...stay with me, Stay in me. It's okay. I'm fine."

"Oh, Jeff, Oh god Jeff." 

"Never mind. Never mind that. Look in my eyes. See how much I want you? Fuck me now Neal. Easy. Slow. But do it!" he said, pushing his ass toward Neal, forcing the cock in deeper.

Neal began a series of long slow thrusts, sliding from the very tip of his cock head, deep and deeper until he felt the short sharp hairs surrounding Jeff's ass crack scrape the base of his engorged cock. He had never felt anything like this sensation, the hot interior of Jeff's body enclosing his hardness, so tight. The urge to cum at once was strong, but he struggled to hold back, knowing he had not given enough.

As if in response to his thoughts, Jeff began to chant, "More. More. More!"

And suddenly Neal acted as if he were inhabited by a wild beast, thrashing forward roughly, tenderness forgotten, his want, his need, his pain, all his anger focused on his phallus, which was arrowing into Jeff's ass. The pain, the terror of that terrible night came flooding back to him; the fist pummeling, hard shoes kicking him, the pain, and the blood! Fear and hate flooded through him. He fucked harder, his face suffused with hate and power and anger. 

"Yes," Jeff cried, seeing the conflicting emotions dance over Neal's face. "Give it all to me Neal, fuck me, fuck it all into me. Give it to m, more, harder. That's it Neal, get rid of it all." With his eyes closed, Jeff saw the immortal sculpture David fucking him. Jeff briefly left reality to watch the heroic boy king fuck him. He opened his eyes and there he was, his David, his boy king, fucking him. And with an acceptance bred of his own pain, Jeff opened himself then, became the willing receptacle for Neal's pain, his anger, his hurt, shame and fear.

Neal's release, when it came, was sudden and powerful; complete. He shuddered from head to toe, screaming his soul into the moonlit night, emptying his heart into his new found love. His cock pumped and jerked inside Jeff's tight ass.

Jeff had crossed his feet behind Neal, drawing their bodies tight together, holding Neal's rigid, spurting cock against his prostate, while he jetted his own cum wetly between their bodies.

The two lovers lay entwined for a longtime. Neal eventually collapsed inert atop Jeff's bigger heavier body, his deflating cock slipping slowly from Jeff's tight ass; the other man's legs locking them together until the force could no longer be held.




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Each man, as he descended from the heights of orgasm, noted the tears of the other. At first neither could comment. Gradually their voices returned.

"Are you okay," Jeff asked tenderly, laying his open hand on Neal's cheek as he had so many times before.

"I, I, I'm okay," Neal sobbed. "It's just, just. I had no. . . . I mean, I didn't. Give me a sec."

"Take your time, my beautiful David. I am not going anywhere." Jeff said, planting a kiss on Neal's forehead.

After about ten minutes, Jeff tried again. "Neal, you want to talk? Neal?" He scooted to look and saw Neal lying sound asleep. Jeff folded him into his arms and chuckled, then, he too dropped off into peaceful slumber.

End of Chapter 3