Lost and found chapter 9

When it's spring in the Midwest the thing that I'm always aware of is the fecundity of the earth. Even if you never leave the house the smell of the earth, its richness and fertility are like a humming in the background. The land is coming alive before your eyes. This morning a large part of that hum was the chirping of birds.

I was lying in bed with Michael who had had a restless night. Finally around four he fell into a deep sleep and now at six the sunlight and the birds hunting for mates were threatening to wake him up.

I slid out of bed as carefully as possible and walked to the windows and pulled the drapes closed. That helped with the sunlight but not the birds. Well, you can't control everything. I grabbed my bathrobe and quietly left the room. A nurse was sitting outside of the door reading a magazine. She looked up at me.

"Is Mr. Worthington okay?" She asked softly.

I kept my voice low. "Yes, he's fine but he didn't really get to sleep until around four so we probably should leave him alone for awhile. Is there any medication that he needs to take?"

"Is he in pain?"

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my robe. "If he is he's hiding it well. He didn't talk about pain. Would he be in pain? I mean I never thought to ask him...........but surely he would have said." God I'm stupid! Of course he's in pain! How the fuck wouldn't he be in pain, everything's broken?

I looked at the nurse in panic. "So what do you give em if he's in pain? I mean like pills, shots?"

The nurse stood up and took my arm. "If he's asleep he's not in pain. Later if we need to we'll give him something." She smiled at me. "Stop worrying we won't let anything happen to him." I gotta get a grip.

Something occurred to me as I was walking away and I stopped and turned back to the nurse. "I'll give him his sponge bath."

She opened her mouth, closed it and then smiled. I forced myself not to grin. "He's very shy!"

She went back to her magazine but muttered. "Yes, Mr. Palmer." Fuck it! The whole world thinks that I'm a perv anyway.

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I was sitting crosslegged on the bed next to Michael. He was naked under the covers and I was wearing boxers and a tee shirt. There was a tray straddling his lap with breakfast on it, scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and toast. I had basically the same thing on a tray next to me. I was watching Michael eat and kinda picking at my own food.

I smiled at him. "You're doing pretty good."

He took a bite of toast, looked down, then up and grinned. "You gonna do this every day?"

"What?"

He glanced over at the nightstand. "It's ten o'clock in the morning. You're usually at work by eight."

"Keep eating!" I ate a piece of my bacon, I guess to show him how. God I'm a fucking idiot. "Besides I gotta give you a bath."

"Jeff, you can't do this every day. You've got a company to run, Rosie needs you."

I laughed. "The only thing that Rosie needs is permission and I can give her that from here." I reached over and lightly held the side of his face in my hand. "I want to do this. I especially want to bathe you." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"You are such a perv! You know that I can't move so you wanna have your way with me."

I nodded while I chewed. "Something like that." We had kinda planned on having sex last night but ended up holding hands and falling asleep, at least I did. Michael slept a little and then fidgeted and at one point even seemed to be crying. I didn't know what to do so I just held his hand. I know, it doesn't seem like enough.

He laughed. "Cool! Sooooo like what are ya gonna do to me?"

"Nothing until you finish your breakfast. You know that it takes calories to repair all the damage that's been done to your body. So eat!"

He took a bite of eggs and spoke while he chewed. "Yes, Mom." He put his fork down and said. "Oh fuck! My parents...............I didn't tell them! Jeff, what am I gonna do? My mom will be soooo pissed!"

"Calm down, Babe! You want me to call em. Wait...........why tell them at all?"

"I gotta tell em!"

"Why? What can they do? Are you gonna heal any faster knowing that your mom is worried sick about you?"

"Jeff, you can say that but it doesn't matter. If I don't tell them she will totally freak when she does find out. My dad would probably understand but mom would go into orbit." My relationship with Michael's parents was okay bordering on good. It wasn't the life they would have picked for him but they could deal with the reality. I knew how they felt. I liked them. They were hard working straightforward people who wanted the best for their son.

"Michael, give it a week. Cause as soon as your mom hears she's gonna be up here and in a week you're gonna look lots better."

"You don't think that I should call my mom?"

"I'm just saying lets wait.........just a little while."

"What do I tell her when she finds out how long I waited?"

"Tell her that I wouldn't let you call, that I didn't want her to worry. I'll back you up. She can be mad at me."

"No........that wouldn't be fair. I mean I think that you're right about waiting but I'm not laying it off on you. She wouldn't believe it anyway."

He finished up his breakfast like a good boy and then glanced around the room.

"Did you lock the door?"

"Yep."

"Then I want my bath." He looked up at me. "You do understand that by bath I mean sex?"

"Okay but before I get you dirty I wanna get you clean."

He looked at me with some trepidation. "What are you gonna do?"

I climbed out of bed very aware of my erection tenting out the front of my boxers. "Soap and water, basic stuff, nothing to be afraid of. I promise not to hurt you." I walked around the bed wrapped him in my arms and kissed him deeply and marveled for the million time that he was mine. "I think that maybe I can make you feel really good."

As our kiss broke his mouth followed mine reluctant to separate. He called after me. "You always make me feel good."

I went into the bathroom and came back with a plastic pan about half filled with warm water. Soap towels and wash clothes were under my arm.

I looked at him and grinned. "I was figuring on starting at the top and working my way down."

"Wouldn't it be better if I stood? I mean I've got the one good leg and then everything would be more accessible." He glanced up at me and saw me smiling. "You shit head you're fucking enjoying this! I gotta stand here and let you wash my ass and you're fucking enjoying it."

I leaned over the bed and kissed him. "Okay..........I am but not for bad reasons, at least I don't think that there bad. It's just that I get to do this for you." I wasn't sure how to put this into words but I knew that I could easily fuck it up.

"It's like a gift really, not from me to you but from you to me. Michael, you don't need me to do this. The nurse could come in and do it. But your letting me do it is a gift. It's an opportunity to show you how much I love you. I don't mind washing your ass. There's nothing about you that's dirty or bad to me. I love every part of you at all times." I reached out and ran the back of my knuckles over his face. "I know that you feel uncomfortable and probably exposed and vulnerable.........I would too. I wanna show you that no matter what....that you can count on me."

He gave me a crooked grin. "You talk good."

I smiled. "I gotta. I got this lover who is sooooo difficult and such a pain in the butt and I always have to answer his lame-ass questions so that I just gotta be good at talking."

"Smartass! Help me outta bed. This'll work better with me standing."

With my help Michael slid gently from the bed and stood next to it naked. My hands were on his waist and shoulder steadying him as he leaned back against the bed. He looked at my tee shirt and boxers.

"It'd help if you were naked too. Maybe I wouldn't feel so exposed."

"You mean you wanna look at my dick?"

Michael smiled. "Yeah.........something like that."

I stripped off and tossed my underwear on the bed. My cock was pointing at the ceiling. Michael reached out tentatively and wrapped his hand around my cock.

He looked up at me and smiled. "I've really missed this guy."

"Lemme clean you up and then he's all yours, whatever you want you've got."

I soaped up one of the washcloths and starting with his face running the soapy washcloth slowly over his forehead. I said, "Close your eyes." He did and I washed his whole face and then rinsed out the washcloth and cleaned off the soap. He hated it, I would too but he stood for it. He lifted his good arm and I washed his armpit while he made a face at me. I lifted his bad arm and did the same. I washed his chest and stomach slowly and carefully and then dried them. His cock was hard but I ignored it and lifted his balls and washed them and then his cock. He told me not to spend too much time on it because he'd cum if I did so I didn't.

I got down on my knees and kissed his cock. He yelped, "Unnnnn! I'll cum!"

"Calm down. I just couldn't resist. You know it's not like I've had a string of callboys running through here while you were in the hospital. I'm horny too."

I washed his legs and then washed the part of his good foot that I could reach. I stood up and said, "Okay let's get you turned around." He grunted but we did a slow pivot thing that left him facing the bed.

Michael's back was a broad vee that tapered to a narrow waist and the prettiest butt on the planet. I soaped down the back of his neck and then washed his whole back in broad strokes and cleaned up the soap with a fresh damp washcloth.

"Oh now the good part."

Michael said, "Jeff, I can sense you laughing."

"No you can't."

"I can."

"As a patient you sure are a pain in the butt. Speaking of butts," I separated his muscular ass cheeks with the warm soapy cloth, "yours is a work of art."

He gasped, "Holy fuck that feels good!" I couldn't resist and slid my finger into his chute.

It was my turn to gasp, "Ohhhhhh damn!"

Michael is one tough guy. He'll fight with anyone about anything and nobody, including me, gets him to do anything that he doesn't want to do but when he wants to be topped he gets this aura about him and makes a soft little sound in the back of his throat that taps into my brain and floods me with emotions and need.

I can feel my hands shaking. I ask him, "Can I? You don't have to say yes, Michael. I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

"I need you, Jeff!" There's a panic in his voice.

"You've got me...........forever! You want me to do this?"

"Jeff, if you don't fucking do it I'm gonna cum before you get in me!"

I line up behind him and push my cock down so that I can line it up with where it needs to go. Moving forward I touch it to his asshole and he moans. There's so many places on his body that can't be touched but finally I move my right arm around him and hold him with the palm of my hand against his abs. My cock moves slowly forward and I penetrate him slightly and then back off. Then move forward again and move about an inch into his hot ass.

He gasps and shoots his load his asshole clenching the head of my cock like a pulsing vice. His whole body is vibrating and he cries out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

I'm still holding him tight and I whisper in his ear, "Guess you were horny." I kiss the back of his neck and move my hand down to his cock. It's still pretty hard and getting harder. "Ohhhhh you are a horny boy!"

"Put it in, Jeff."

"I haven't taken it out."

"All the way! Come on! Fuck me! Please, Jeff...........I really need this."

"So do I Mikey, so do I."

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The room had been cleaned up and we had been cleaned up and drained. Michael was tucked into bed and I was dressed and about to head out to the office. I climbed into bed with him he turned to face me and his beautiful hazel eyes had a sleepy post coital quality to them. I laid my head next to his and stared into his eyes.

I moved my head an inch and kissed him. My voice was a whisper. "Hot man."

His good hand reached out and touched my forehead. "You called me Mikey."

I stopped to think. "Oh........yeah...........I guess that I did. Sorry, I didn't think about it."

He smiled at me in almost a vulnerable little boy way. "I liked it." He turned his head and looked at the ceiling. "Dumb huh?"

I put my hand on his neck and pulled him into another kiss. "Nothing about you is dumb."

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In the driveway Paul held open the door of the limo and mumbled a good morning even though we were approaching noon. The guy riding shotgun looked like a hundred miles of bad road. The suit and tie somehow didn't work for him. I could picture him in some sort of uniform with a gun in his hand. I nodded at him and he nodded back.

As we pulled out of the driveway the telephone in the car rang, it was Fred Garagan.

"I think that I have the answers, Mr. Palmer or at least some of them."

"Tell me."

"While Mr. Parthing did indeed hit your...........friend, but he didn't kill that boy that you found."

""How do you know?"

"Mr. Parthing is...............staying with me."

"Has he been.............hurt?"

"No sir! Mr. Parthing has seen the error of his ways. I'm a little surprised that you don't recognize the name. He was your ex mother-in-laws gardener."

"Oh you're fucking kidding! Why didn't I think of that bitch? What was he after?"

"It seems that your ex-wife was concerned that with Mr. Worthington in the picture that if anything should happen to you that your children might not get all that she felt that she was entitled to."

"Was she going to make sure that something happened to me?"

"Ahh.......that has yet to be determined. It's possible but we may never know."

"Will he put this all in writing?"

"If we move him. I told him that we would be willing to move him to his sister's place in Idaho. He would need enough to buy a trailer and a few other things."

"Do you know Prendergast and Thane?"

"The trial attorneys?"

"Yes. I need you to bring him to their offices. We'll give him everything that he wants but I want a deposition with plenty of witnesses."

"When would you like him there?"

"Gimme an hour."

I hung up with Fred and called Rosie. "Sweetheart, I need you to lean on Bill Prendergast."

I could sense Rosie shifting her weight and putting a hand on her hip. "Want me to hurt em?"

I laughed. "No, Rosie, you only do that to people who aren't on our side."

Lost and found chapter 8

We looked like a caravan. In front, a Suburban full of security guys followed up by Michael and I in an ambulance with nurses following behind us and behind them more security guys. Too much security? Maybe...............maybe not.

It feels like too much and yes I know that I'm probably overreacting.................and yet.......there's something out there. Anyway, whether it's out there or not it's not getting Michael.............or me!

Ralph greeted this band of interlopers with his usual aplomb, shunting the security guys into the kitchen where they could plan assignments, Michael, I and the nurses went into the downstairs bedroom suite. Hey, way to go Rosie! A new king size adjustable bed was in the downstairs bedroom

"I don't think that you should ever be allowed to leave the house again." I had kicked everyone out of our bedroom and climbed, fully dressed, into bed with Michael. I leaned on my left elbow and watched his face. Normally he would be on the other side of the bed but this allowed me to be next to him without coming into contact with the damaged bits.

"Jeff, it was just an accident! A stupid accident." Yeah? Maybe. "Besides, I gotta work."

"You got a broken arm, a broken leg, multiple contusions and an addled brain. I hope that you're not drawing up contracts for my business."

He turned his head slowly on the pillow to face me. "Will I ever be well? I mean, it takes fucking forever for all this shit to heal."

I wanted to scream that I didn't care, that as far as I was concerned it could take ten years. He was safe with me, safe here in our house and that was all that mattered.

I pushed myself up and leaned over his face. I slowly lowered mine until our lips met and then I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he drew me in and sucked on my tongue. Slowly I broke the kiss and then spoke softly to him, trying to convince. "You don't need to worry about any of that stuff. You just gotta relax and get well. Who the fuck cares how long it takes for you to heal. Hmmm? You got the tv, your computer and any fucking thing on earth that you want. All you gotta do is rest and get well." It sounded logical to me. "Okay, so you gotta put up with me too but when you get a little better we can take off for anywhere on earth that you want to go. You can heal just as well on the beaches of Key West you know or Spain, you'd fucking love Spain."

Michael was looking at me with an indulgent smile on his face. "I'm not running!"

"Running? Who the fuck said anything about running? You know...........there's nothing to run from in the first place. This isn't about running, this is about healing. This is about warm tropical breezes blowing through open windows while we make love on clean white sheets and drink gin and tonics while we play gin rummy to while away the hours."

"Two things. First of all, Bullshit! Second of all, I'm not running!"

God, this is so irritating! Why can't people just do what I want them to do? "Oh God!' I dropped my head back on the pillow in frustration. "So you're gonna work? You're not healthy enough to work."

"I can still type. I can still talk on the phone."

"Michael, how the fuck are you gonna type, you've got a broken arm!"

He pointed at his left arm. "I can prop it up! I know.........I know I can." He dropped his arm and sagged back against the pillows. "I'm just tired right now."

I spoke softly. "Michael, you can't even get up to take a dump by yourself, be realistic."

Michael rubbed his eyes with the fingers of his right hand. "I know." Then he turned his head to me. "So will you help me?"

I hadn't even thought of it before but I answered quickly. "Of course! Whenever you need me to." He looked at me strangely and I asked. "You mean now?"

Michael gave me a lopsided grin. "I didn't have to go until you started talking about it! Anyway, I just need you to help me get up and then gimme one of those crutches." He nodded towards a pair of them that someone had leaned against the wall.

I shook my head. "I don't think so! There's no way that you can support yourself on a crutch. The arm that has to be used is broken." I jumped out of bed and grabbed the wheelchair.

"This is your best shot." I walked over to the other side of the bed and gently helped Michael turn so that he was sitting up.

His left arm and leg were pretty much useless and before taking my hand he looked up at me and said. "I'm sorry. Ah...........really, you didn't bargain for this."

I held his hand tightly. "Don't be a fucking idiot! You think that I care about this, that you need a little help? Don't ever say that again!" Michael opened his mouth and then shut it.

"Okay, when I pull you up we're gonna pivot you on your right foot and sit you down in the wheelchair. Got it?"

"Okay, yeah. But take it a little easy." One smooth pull up and Michael was standing. I pivoted him with one arm while positioning the wheel chair with the other and then slowly lowered him into it.

We just made it through the door of the bathroom, thanks mainly to the fact that when the house was being designed I was thinking of the problems my dad had experienced during his final days.

I wheeled Michael into the bathroom and over to the toilet and locked the wheels. "Okay, we'll do the same pivot thing. Just brace yourself on me."

I opened his robe and peeled it off of him and then pulled him up and while he balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder I opened his hospital gown pulled it forward and let it drop away. He's so beautiful, even beat up like this he's gorgeous. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his cock.

Michael tenses up. "Oh God, be careful............you better not, I'm too fucking horny and I have to take a dump too bad."

I laughed. "Okay, when you get back to bed and things quiet down we can take care of that. What do you want me to do now?"

"Two things, help me down to the toilet and then make yourself scarce." While lowering him I decided to get someone in here later today to put in hand railings so that Michael would feel more secure and could even do this by himself if he had to. I would have hated being in his position of having to rely on someone for this.

"You got it, Babe, holler when you're ready." I ducked out of the bathroom closing the door behind me.

I called Rosie about the hand railings. She said that she'd have them up by the afternoon and asked about Michael.

"He's fine, he's..................in the john right now but he's fine." There was a soft knocking on the bedroom door and then a nurse poked her head in.

I waved at her. "Not now, I'll call you, he's in the john."

She pointed at the bathroom and whispered. "I should go help."

I put my hand on her arm. "No, leave him." I guided her toward the door while Rosie on the phone was in my other hand. "Give him time to adjust and we, he and I, need time together."

I sighed and put the phone to my ear. "He'll be okay, Rosie but, of course, he's frustrated and embarrassed. I mean, who the hell wouldn't be when you can't even take a crap by yourself?"

Rosie sounded disbelieving. "And you're helping him?"

"Of course I am. Why? You don't think that I can do this do you?"

"Welllllll, I guess it's just that I never seen it before. Boss you freaked out about that little boy who was in the office last week with a runny nose."

"Rosie, that was really disgusting! Anyway this is different! And don't ask me how the hell it's different it just is!"

She laughed and I was sure that she was shaking her head even if I couldn't see it. "If you say so, Boss." She shifted her tone of voice. "That guy called, that guy that has all those big machines and he wanted to know what you wanted him to do with the buildings on the old Halverson land. He says you told him to level it all but he figured he better make sure he heard you right. Says there's some decent buildings there."

"Down to the bare ground, Rosie. Tell him to do it just like we talked about."

"You got it, Boss."

Michael was calling me. "Gotta go, Rosie!"

He was standing, naked, holding on to the wheelchair but afraid to pivot. I ran over to him grabbing his robe on the way. I wrapped my arm around him and helped him put on the robe. Then I lowered him slowly into the wheel chair.

"Everything work out?"

He laughed. "Yeah...........it did. Actually it was all easier than I thought that it might be."

I helped him back into bed and I sat on the edge. I took his fingers in mine and held them. "You will get well you know. A week from now and most of this'll be just a bad memory."

"I won't be well in a week."

"No...........you won't but you'll be one hell of a lot better than you are now." I bent over and kissed him. I spoke softly. "Your career will still be there, people will still be suing each other, and I'll still love you! You will survive and a year from now you'll barely remember this."

It's funny how you can be having a conversation with someone and be totally into it and yet somewhere in the back of your brain there's like twenty brain cells working on another problem.

"I gotta call Rosie." I leaned over and stretching was able to grab the phone and punch in the numbers.

Seconds later. "Yes, Boss."

"Howdya know it was me?"

She answers. "You kiddin, right?"

I laugh, a bit confused. "Cash, Rosie, I want us to be thirty percent in cash by the end of the week."

"Boss, you do that and people gonna be pissed."

"Competitors, Rosie, screw em, this market is over it just doesn't know it yet."

Rosie said slowly. "Thirty percent?"

"Can you do it?"

"Sure...............just takes some doin is all. I'll start dribbling orders out in the Australian market, then a bunch in Japan and so on, yeah I can do it."

"And, Rosie, check with Fred Garagan and see what he's turned up. I haven't heard from him and with him that usually means he's on to something."

"I will boss. I'd rather talk to that man on the telephone than have to be in the same room with em."

"He won't bite, Rosie." Even I didn't believe that.

"Boss, he bites me an I give em back his teeth one at a time."

After hanging up with Rosie I turned back to Michael. "The guys are on their way to put in hand rails so that if you want to take a dump without the rest of the world waiting outside the door you can."

He turned his head on the pillow and tried to smile but it wasn't very convincing. "Thanks, Jeff."

I got on my knees on the bed and took his hand. "Baby, don't get all discouraged and nuts. I love you. This'll get better." I bent forward and kissed him. "It kills me to see you unhappy."

He smiled up at me grimly. "You're ruining the crease in the pants of my favorite suit."

My arms are braced on either side of his head and I bend down and kiss him again more slowly this time. I whisper to him. "I love you in this suit. I love the way your cock looks in this suit. But then I love you."

He looks at me with big eyes. "Jeff, I'm feeling really sorry for myself right now and if you say stuff like that I'm gonna start crying or some shit and I might not stop."

I sit back on my haunches. "Well I got some info for you that ought to straighten that mood out." I climb off of the bed and begin moving for the door. "The nurses have been chomping at the bit to get at you." I open the bedroom door. "He's all yours ladies." Three of them come pouring in and rush to Michael's bedside while he drops his head resignedly back against the pillows.

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Ralph was in the kitchen cooking and looking past him through the kitchen window I could see a small trailer that had been set up near the end of the driveway as a type of command post for the security guys.

I nodded towards the trailer and asked Ralph. "They behaving themselves?"

Ralph chuckled. "Pretty much. Anyway I'm used to em. Your daddy used to have them from time to time. You makin decision about other peoples money and somebody's always mad."

I grabbed a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter as Ralph continued.

"He was managing a bunch of money for some mob guy back in the seventies. Well, course your daddy didn't know that the guy was with the mob, not that it woulda made any difference. The thing was that all during the seventies when the market was totally in the garbage your daddy was able to earn a steady eight percent return, not only for this dude but for all his clients but it wasn't enough for the gangster and he was always threatening your dad."

I was surprised I had never heard this. "Ralph, my dad never told me about that. I don't remember anything happening."

Ralph laughed. "You was too little and besides your dad didn't want his family knowing about stuff like that but there was plenty of security. You and your momma was followed everyplace. Anyway, it only means that I'm used to it."

Ralph lifted the heavy cover of a large cast iron pot and stirred the contents. "I'm makin a beef stew for you boys. I figure with only one hand that he can use it'd be better for Mr. Worthington. Man would get tired pretty quick of havin other people feed him."

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Later that evening I made it clear to the nurses that Michael and I were going to be sleeping together and that if we needed them I would call them. They can't help it. They're programmed to be constantly checking on their patients.

But not tonight, tonight was my first night really alone with Michael since the accident and I didn't want any interruptions. Michael was lying in bed watching television as I walked around turning off all the lights except one coming from the bathroom.

After that I started taking off my clothes and I saw that Michael was watching my every move. When I was naked I climbed into bed with him and pulled back the covers while I knelt and sat on my heels looking down at his battered body.

He reached over with his one good hand, his right and gently wrapped it around my hard cock. I leaned forward and gently, holding his chin in my hand, pressed my lips to his and when they parted sucked his tongue into my mouth. He groaned and at the same time I saw tears forming in his eyes.

I whisper to him. "Don't fucking cry, Baby. It kills me to see you cry."

Michael let go of my dick and wiped the tears away. He tried to laugh. ‘It's just that it feels so good to hold your cock again and," He started to choke up again. "to have you kiss me." He reached out and touched my face with the tips of his fingers and then wiped away more tears.

"I thought...................I thought, when I was lying there in the hospital that there was no fucking way that you bargained for this, that you might just as soon be rid of me." I started to speak but he stopped me by pressing his fingers to my lips.

He spoke in a rush the words spilling out. "I know that it was stupid. I know that you'd never do that. But when I was lying there in the ICU and the fucking pain was really bad and then there were a lot of drugs that stopped the pain but really messed with my head. And all that I could think of was what would I do if you just never showed up. And the more that I thought about it the more that it seemed logical. Why would you want me? Your young, your handsome, your rich, you can have anyone. Why would you want a broken boyfriend?"

I understood what Michael was saying but I the same time it made me nuts. I straddled his one good leg and let my still hard cock bounce against it.

"You know, Michael, you're young and you're handsome and as you've pointed out before you're an attorney which is not exactly dog meat." I pushed my cock down against his leg and gently thrust my cock back and forth.

"I didn't say that there was any sense to it, Jeff. And by the way you're driving me crazy with that cock."

I leaned forward again and kissed him softly and then whispered to him. "I love you and while you were worrying about that stuff I was worrying that you were gonna die." I smiled at him. "I guess that were both jerks."

I grinned at him. "So you're probably horny?"

He laughed and it made me feel wonderful. "You have no fucking idea!"

Lost and found chapter 7

Nobody likes Fred Garagan. He's way overweight with a large head and sagging pendulous jowls and a hangdog look that belies just how cruel he can be. Rosie hates him.

My dad didn't much like him either but there are times, times when you really need to know things, when you gotta use someone like Fred. I met him in the middle of my office, frankly not wanting him to sit in one of the chairs. It's like he leaves some weird sort of residue, a lingering sense of him.

He didn't try to shake hands; he seems to know that no one will want to touch him.

"You heard about the accident my boyfriend was involved in?" He didn't actually smirk, not at least that you could see, it was more something that I could feel.

"I heard."

"James Parthing...........here's his name, address, etcetera. I want everything but Fred............hurt no one!" He seemed disappointed.

He shifted his bulk from one leg to the other. "How deep you want me to go?"

"Birth!"

Fred grinned. Not a pretty sight. "Can I ask why you think that he might have done something"

I decided to lie rather than explain. "No, there's nothing to tell, at least as far as I know but if I'm missing something I want you to find it."

"And if I find something?" A sickening grin.

"If you find something bring it to me. Again...............hurt no one!" Strangely enough Fred is obedient. I've never known him to go against my dad's wishes or mine.

Fred waddled out of my office and Rosie edged in as soon as the elevator door closed on Fred. "Boss, you makin a mistake usin that man. He's some kind of a piece of work. Why you use him? I coulda gotten you all the info you need on the guy that hit Michael."

"I know, Rosie, I know that you can." But, of course, she couldn't, not all the info. I walk over to her and wrapped my arms around her and laid my head on her shoulder. "I heard something at the police station, something that was out of place. When I was talking to the Chief there was something that I heard in the background, something that one of the cops said and for the life of me I can't remember it. All that I could think of was getting back to Michael and now it's gone. But it was something about James Parthing something that didn't sound right, that was out of place."

I let go of Rosie and start cramming papers into a briefcase. "I'm going to the hospital, I'll take the limo." I was so tired, tired on to death, the thought of any kind of physical exertion seemed odious. As I was walking out of the office I turned to Rosie and lifted my hand to my forehead. "Rosie, maybe we better............."

She beat me to it. "I already done it boss! Security at the hospital and the house."

I stare at her. "Am I being nuts, is this too much?"

"The thing is, Boss..............we don't know, let's hope so." She walked over and touched my arm. "You need to spend some time with Michael. He shouldn't be alone now."

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We almost never need security. Well, maybe like once a year or so some nutjob will call us with a threat and fortunately we have a really good little security company in our area, mostly a bunch of retired cops and FBI guys. Since they're the only high-end security company in the area everyone who needs security uses them. They own their market.

There was one guy in the lobby watching people and another standing next to the door to Michael's room. The guy in front of the room was wearing a stethoscope around his neck but I recognized him from a job he did for us the year before.

I walked up to him. "Hi Tommy. You look like a doc."

"Oh hi, Mr. Palmer. That's the general idea, blend in." He didn't really blend in but then how could he, he looked like a retire cop. He would have blended in at a retired cop convention.

"Tommy, everything that we know about this says that it was an accident and that Michael is in no danger whatever." I stared into his gray eyes for a moment. "But something is nagging at me, my instincts tell me that there's more goin on here, that there's something we don't know." His stocky body shifted. "This takes priority over everything, Tommy. If you need more men call em in. I don't care if it takes a fucking army but I want Michael protected." I didn't tell him about what I couldn't remember hearing at the police station.

Tommy shoved his hands in his pockets. "You think somebody's after him, that they'd try to get him here?"

I stared at the floor for a moment and then looked up at him. "Yeah. I'm not sure..................they may be trying to get at me through him..............or who the fuck knows. I just want coverage."

"Well," Tommy said, "if you really want coverage we should have a guy outside and a guy near the main nurses station on this floor."

"Do it." I turned towards the door to Michael's room and then turned back to Tommy. "How is he?"

Tommy smiled. "Mad.............mad that it happened, mad that he feels like shit, mad that they won't let him work...............just fucking mad."

I grinned at him. "He pissed at me?"

"He's been wondering where you were at." That could mean anything.

How could I explain that I was afraid, not afraid for my safety or anything like that but afraid that I might lose him? That he might die and I wouldn't be able to stop it.

I grunted and pushed open the door to Michael's room.

Michael was sitting up in bed and turned his head towards me as I opened the door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" His left arm had a cast on it and there were some bandages on his neck. Nobody had bothered to comb his hair.

He looked so battered. I walked slowly over to the side of his bed. I reached out and touched his face with the back of my knuckles. "There was stuff, stuff about the accident that had to be taken care of." His look softened. "I shoulda called you but it's not like you were, well...............alert." I bent down and slowly pressed my mouth to his. After a moment I could feel something inside of him give way and he parted his lips and let my tongue inside. He made a little sound at that back of his throat.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Don't fucking cry! If you start I'll start and I might not fucking stop."

Michael lay back in bed, blinked and smiled up at me. "Nice to know that that sensitive exterior is backed up by a sloppy soft interior." He was holding my hand.

I held his hand but had to look away for a moment. "Oh fuck! You scared me so fucking bad."

"I didn't mean to, Jeff."

"No...........I know." I lifted up the covers and then slowly lifted the side of his gown and looked at his body. "Jesus!" I know, it was a gasp but I couldn't help it, he was one big dark ugly bruise.

Michael grabbed the edge my jacket with his broken arm and tugged at it until I sat on the bed. His voice was soft. "It's not as bad as it looks, Jeff." I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and just hold him but he was so battered that I was afraid to touch him.

"Oh no..............I'm sure you're feeling just great!" I put the heels of my hands to my eyes and rubbed them and then turned back to Michael.

"This guy that hit you...............you think that he meant to?"

"Jeff, why the hell would anyone want to smash their car into me.............or into anything?"

"No...............I don't suppose anyone would."

"Besides, Jeff, it really was the fault of the guy in front of me, he's the one that stopped short."

There was a quiet knocking on the door and I walked over and pulled the door open.

"Ralph! What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Palmer, Rosie thought that you and Mr. Worthington might enjoy having dinner together this evening and I'm certain that the food in the hospital can't be all that good."
He was walking slowly into the room carrying a large picnic basket. I wondered that they would let him in with food but then Ralph was a man of immense dignity and would only get stopped by the bravest nurse or doctor.

"Ralph how'd you get in with the food?"

He laughed quietly. "Sir, you always have to remember to factor in Rosie. Most institutions have found that it's much easier just to say yes to her." He walked over to the side of Michael's bed.

Looking down at Michael he said. "Sir, I hope that you like roast duck." There were tears forming in the corners of Michael's eyes.

Ralph reached out slowly and touched his arm. "Now, Sir, don't you worry about anything. You need to save your strength for getting well and you're gonna have a lotta folks helping you."

Dinner started with a pecan and Rocquefort salad and was followed by crispy roast duck with sweet potato's that had been mashed and mixed with caramelized onions and bacon. For something green there was also steamed and sauteed haricots verts.

Ralph said. "This, of course, should have a wine with it but I thought that I might be pushing my luck."

Michael looked at Ralph with tears still in his eyes and his mouth full. "It's wonderful, Ralph. This is the best meal I've ever eaten." He was pathetic, eating with one hand and constantly wincing.

I heard Rosie when she was probably still fifty feet away. All that I heard was, "You ain't telling me what I can do. Don't you EVEN try to go there!"

She banged through the door and made straight for Michael. "My Lord! They makin you try and eat with your one good arm?" She shot me a dirty look.

It took her less than a minute to get things organized to her liking and Michael was really eating without having to lift anything. Rosie never stopped talking.

"You scared the crap outta him you know. Not that he don't deserve it. Probably takes you for granted. Don't have to tell me, I know the name of that tune. He'd have me working twenty-four hours a day I givem the chance. Not that he don't have his good side cause he does, though sometimes yall gotta strain to see it. Anyway, he was plenty worried...........plenty."

Michael was chewing, swallowing and looking up at Rosie. Once she got her rhythm going he couldn't have talked if he had to.

I walked over and stood next to her. "Rosie, I was thinking.................."

"I already took care of it, Boss. When yall are done eating they gonna move you to a private suite upstairs. You'll be able to stay too. I already had fresh clothes put up there for you."

"What about going.........................................?"

"Tomorrow, as long as he keeps getting better. I already arranged for nurses to come to the house. But you can't be fussin with him too much tonight cause they wantin him all rested before they gonna let em go."

I smiled at Michael and winked. "Hear that, no fussin! You know how you get."

Then it dawned on me what Michael had said earlier.

Lost and found chapter 5

Michael and I walked out of the conference room with his attorney, Brian, and my attorney, Joe Callin. We stood together in the hallway while both Joe and Brian took off for their offices.

Michael was wearing a very light gray Glenn plaid suit with a gold tie and no underwear. The finely woven light wool material had molded itself perfectly to his ass when he turned earlier to hang up his suit coat. That was something that kept going in and out of my mind all during the meeting we had just concluded.

I was standing with my hands in my pockets and kept my face as expressionless as possible because I knew that we were being watched, even if we couldn't be heard.

I smiled at Michael. "I wanna fuck you."

He grinned at me. "Now, how would you like your mother to hear you talking like that?"

"Well, it's not like she's a regular mom. More like a Cruella DeVille mom. Wouldn't surprise me a bit if she had a Dalmation coat buried in one of her closets." I leaned against the door jamb with my hands still in my pockets.

I asked him. "Does this agreement satisfy you? Can you really live with it?"

Michael was lightly kicking the carpet with the toe of his shoe. "You're not gonna, like, start buying me all kinds a things are you?"

I smiled. "You don't like German cars?"

He smiled back and then kinda ducked his head. "They're okay, maybe a little pushy." He glanced quickly down the corridor at the secretaries beyond. "It's just that the thing I really like..........really, really like, is free." He glanced up at me and his hazel eyes flashed and then he smiled. "Okay, maybe one BMW."

"I wanna kiss you." I was staring deeply into his beautiful eyes.

"They're all watching, ya know?"

"I still wanna kiss you." I held up my hands. "I know, I know, I won't. I could buy you lunch, though."

"No such luck. I'm lunching with a client and then working my fucking ass off on the acquisition that I'm trying to talk them into making."

"Well, I guess that means I have to go back to work myself." I wanted so to touch him. See ya at home later. Bye, Hun."

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Walking past Rosie's desk she handed me a stack of opened letters, most with yellow stickem notes attached.

"Geez, Rosie, you been saving these for a slow day? "

"You're just popular, Boss. How did the meeting go?"

I stopped walking and thought for a moment, reliving the bits of the meeting. "Good, Michael seemed happy, and that was the whole point of the thing. And Joe and Brian had really worked this out, really given it some thought. I was impressed. There was a lot of stuff that I had never even considered, much less put a price on. But the important thing is that what they came up with is fair, for the both of us."

"Boss, I set a list of appointments on your desk. I didn't figure you'd be back this early, so they don't start coming until two o'clock. Ya got some time to think."

I turned back and sat on the edge of Rosie's desk. "Rosie, ya think Ralph is bothered seeing two gay guys? Cause, like, ya know, we don't always wear bathrobes and stuff; lot'sa times we're walking around in our boxers and stuff. I mean, he's never said anything and, knowing him, he never would, but I was wondering if it bothered him."

Rosie smiled evilly and leaned back in her seat, resting her arms on the chair's. "He thinks you two are cute."

"Cute?"

"Not my word, Boss, his. You gotta remember that you're someone he's been worrying over for more than thirty years, from the time you was a little boy. He spent a lot a time see'n you unhappy and now he's see'n you the other way, and see'n you happy makes him happy. Plus the fact that I happen to know for sure that he likes Michael."

"He told you that?"

"Yep. Michael has always been polite to Ralph, never treat'n him like a servant; that counts for a lot. Plus the fact that Ralph sees Michael reading. May seem like a simple thing, but Ralph don't have much time for people who don't read books. Truth be told, Boss, boxer shorts or bare ass naked, I don't think you guys are gonna do much to upset Ralph. You know how he is, even better'n me, once he makes up his mind about a thing or a person, he don't change it much. He thinks you guys are cute and, anything short of your committ'n an axe murder, he's gonna keep on think'n you're cute."

"Well.............that's a relief. It's just that it's not always easy to know what people are thinking." I got up and started to walk to my office. "How are the markets doing?"

"Up and down mostly, Boss. But I'm telling ya, we gotta start buying gold. I know you don't think much of it, Boss, but just remember the basics. The commercials are short three and a half years of production. Gold keeps edge'n up and, eventually, they're gonna have to cover those short positions."

"How would you handle it, Rosie?"

"Boss, we been need'n a precious metal sector fund for a while now, and I can't think of a better time."

"Get some people on it, Rosie. Gimme a proposal." I started to turn toward my office.

I could hear the smile in Rosie's voice even without looking. "It's on your desk, Boss."

I kept walking but had to smile.

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Michael was lying on our bed on his stomach wearing only gray, knit gym shorts that were riding up his beautiful butt; his back and shoulders flaring out in a "v" from the waistband. He was reading the rough draft of a contract for a client and wearing small black-rimmed reading glasses that made him look even more adorable than usual. I was reading Rosie's proposal, there was nothing on TV, and around nine o'clock we just ended up in bed, both of us cleaning up loose ends from work.

Michael pulled his glasses off, folded them carefully and put them on his nightstand.

I looked at him. "Done working?"

"Yep. I been reading contracts from nine this morning, and the words are beginning to run together. That can't be good for our clients." He swiveled his body around and laid his head on my stomach, his right arm lying across my hips.

I reached down and gently ran my hand over his hair. "Tough day?"

"Nah, tedious. A let's-negotiate-every-fucking-word day. Wears me out, but at least that part is finished." Michael cupped my cock and balls, which at the moment were encased in boxer briefs.

I laid Rosie's proposal on the night stand and tugged at Michael's shoulders until he came up on the bed and shoved his left arm under me and laid his head on my shoulder. I lifted his chin with my left hand and looked into his eyes and then lightly kissed him.

I laughed.

"What?"

"You look like a little boy tonight."

"Now what on earth makes you say that?"

"I dunno. Sometimes you just get a kinda little boy look to you. Actually, it's sexy as hell." I scrunched down and pulled his right leg over me. "By the way, Rosie tells me that Ralph thinks we look cute and doesn't give a fuck about us walking around in our skivvies. That was something I was kinda wondering about."

Michael lowered his head, ran his tongue over my nipple and then looked up. "Actually, I knew that."

I pushed his head lightly down to my nipple again. "How did you know that?"

Michael smiled up at me. "I asked him. Subtle, huh?" I laughed and he went back to my nipple.

"What'dya mean? How did you ask him?" Michael was pushing his hand down into my briefs and playing with my cock, squeezing it and running his thumb around the head.

"I just asked him if having a couple of gay guys running around half-naked all the time weirded him out. He said he was just happy that we were comfortable with him here and that we were happy. We had a nice talk. He's a really smart guy. Kinda reminds me of my grandfather."

I shoved my hand down the back of Michael's shorts and played with his ass. "Yeah, he is a smart guy." I buried my face in his neck and kissed and nibbled. "Wanna fuck?"

Michael pulled my head back to his neck. "Yeah, but do that to my ear some more. That's fantastic. Ohh fuck, yes." His skin was so smooth and warm.

After a while he pulled away and rolled onto his back and, lifting his legs, pulled off his shorts and tossed them off the bed. He swung his right leg over my waist.

"I wanna ride it." His cock was so hard that it was practically flat against his stomach.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and handed it to Michael. "You do the honors."

He raised up while he lubed his ass and then reached back and lubed my cock. I wrapped my hand around his dick; it was so hard I had to laugh. "I'm afraid that I'm gonna break this thing. You got any blood left going to your brain?"

"Oh, yeah, I can think and fuck at the same time, well...........mostly."

He settled back down onto my cock, pausing for a moment until it broke through the anal ring, and then let it move totally into him. I was studying his face as he took my cock and watched his expression change from need to concentration, to some pain and, then, to satisfaction.

"Feel good, Babe?" Even though he was all the way down on my cock I could still feel his butt adjusting itself to my dick.

He tilted his head all the way back and then swung his head forward, dropping his chin to his chest. "How can that feel sooooo good? Am I some kind of a fucking slut that I can't get enough of your dick up my ass?"

I ran my hands slowly up his thighs to his waist. "No! You've just got a normal sex drive and a really handsome boyfriend. If you were down at the docks somewhere, trying to lure sailors off of ships, that might be something else." I began to slowly fuck upwards into him, just a few millimeters at a time and, moments later, Michael was moving counter to me and pushing his ass down on my upcoming cock and steadily making an "Ah, ah, ah" sound. I watched his face as he got lost in the fuck and moved into whatever fantasy made him feel best. I was very lightly stroking his cock, my fingers barely touching it. The precum was beginning to flow in a steady stream, and I let it run over my fingers and the back of my hand.

When he looked down at me, I brought my precum covered hand to my mouth, smiled and then licked it clean. His eyes widened and he said, "Oh, fuck!" Then I wrapped my hand back around his cock, but firmer this time, and I began to work the precum around, slicking him up.

Michael was picking up the pace, rising and falling faster and faster on my cock while his ass was clamping tight one moment and releasing the next.

I was getting close and I was pretty sure that he was, too, so I twisted my precum soaked hand around the head of his cock and then began beating him off hard.

His head was thrown back and he was whispering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," as his knees gripped my hips and his butt rotated back and forth.

He looked down at me with a look almost of panic. "Cum in me, Jeff! Shoot in my fucking ass!" Then he gasped and made almost a gurgling sound just before he started shooting. He clamped down unbelievably tight on my cock and this, along with his hips also rotating, pulled me over the edge and I did as he had asked and began shooting in his ass.

Lost and found chapter 4

The only thing that I find strange about living on the ocean, or in this case the Gulf of Mexico, is the constant sound of the water, the only constant sound in Wisconsin is the wind whipped snow hitting the windows. Anyway that was the first sound that I heard as I was waking up. The first thing that I felt was Michael's chest hair under my hand and the overall warmth of his body. As the first light of the morning began to enter the room I was staring at the back of Michael's head, some strands of his hair were still in my mouth. The color of his hair is kind of a dark medium brown, a warm color, it matches his nature, he's a warm, loving guy.

My mind wanders back to last night, to fucking Michael and my cock immediately begins to harden. It was incredible! And Michael was right, it does somehow change things, it must be genetic --- you fuck someone and then you feel protective of them. At least that's how I felt toward Michael, course I felt that way before the fuck but it intensified the feeling. He was safe here, here in my arms, it's where he belongs. His hair smells so good, a combination of the shampoo that William sends me, and underlying smell that is the real smell of Michael, a smell that is almost electric and intensely masculine. My hardening cock is pressed between the hard mounds of Michael's butt.

"Kiss the back of my neck." Michael was mumbling into his arm, his voice still thick with sleep. I did as I was told and he pushed his butt back against my cock.

Michael sighed. "Ohhh, damn it feels good when you do that!" He wrapped his arm around mine and pulled it tighter to his chest. "My butt feels...............warm.........from last night."

I spoke very softly. "It was wonderful, better even then I had dreamed it would be and I've dreamt about it a lot. You sure you feel okay?"

Michael was silent for so long that I was beginning to get concerned. Then finally he spoke, obviously more awake now than before. "It's scary Jeff...........a little anyway." He half turned his head towards me and then laid it back down. "It was so great........but like I could see myself needing it. I guess it's just the whole falling in love thing.......and last night kicked it to a whole new level. Like on some level some part of my brain is screaming, "Don't get used to it, maybe he'll stop loving you!" But yet the real me, the normal me tells me that I love you and you love me and I've gotta take the chance." He kissed my arm and said. "Don't stop loving me Jeff."

Like I could! Like I would! Like that could ever be fucking possible! "No fucking chance, Michael!"

Michael reached back and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock and laughed. "So you still like me huh?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking that I do." I kissed his shoulder. "And my cock has really fallen for you too."

Michael laughed. "Well, after last night, I'm pretty much liken it too."

I climbed between his legs and slid my knees under his thighs our cocks are pressed together. I leaned forward and wrapped him in my arms my hands lightly holding his face. I spoke very softly. "Don't panic on me Michael." I ran my fingertips over his temples. "I know that commitment.........can be scary. But, well, I just don't want you to freak. Cause baby..........there's no fucking way that I'm changing my mind." I lifted my hands slightly in frustration and then start playing with Michael's hair. "You know..........the whole idea of me changing my mind implies that you've left me with free will, that I have the ability to change my mind." I turned my head slightly and then kissed the base of Michael's neck. He made a little "unn" sound. I leave my face buried in his neck and speak softly.

"How could I ever stop loving you? I can't even stop thinking about you. I don't wanna work cause when I do I'm away from you. Everything that happens in between our kiss goodbye in the morning and kiss hello at night is like a total waste to me because I'm not with you." I lifted my head and smiled at him. "You're driving me fucking nuts you know."

Michael was staring up into my eyes and didn't say anything for a few moments. Then he stretched his arm out and grabbed the tube of lube on the nightstand and handed it to me.

"I need you to fuck me." He pulled my face down to his and kissed me. "Need and want." He gave me a crooked smile and his hazel eyes flashed. "I hope you know what you've started."

I pushed his knees up and told him. "Hold these." He hooked his hands under his knees and I jumped out of bed and ran naked for my suitcase. I tore it open, grabbed what I wanted and ran back and jumped into bed. I scooted forward until I was in the exact same position that I was in before. Michael lowered his legs back down until they were draped over my thighs again.

His head was raised and he was staring at my hands. "Whadya go get?"

It suddenly dawned on me that this might freak him out too but I gone too far to stop and wait. I set the small red and gold box on his chest. He lifted it and stared at the cover.

"Cartier?"

"It's for us. Open it but please don't freak!"

Michael picked up the little box like it's nitro and I really began to worry. "Oh fuck Michael! This is probably something we should have done together. God I'm an asshole!"

Michael still hadn't opened the box but he looks up and me and laughs. "Will you fucking relax, Jeff! I was truly pissed about you making decisions for me but this is different." He shook the box. "I'm assuming this isn't a pearl necklace?"

Michael opened the box but let it continue to rest on his chest. He laid his head back down on the pillow and looked up at me. He spoke softly. "I'm not sure that we're supposed to do this while we're fucking."

"We're not fucking yet. I thought maybe...........you know..........we'd like........put on the rings...........and then...............well............fuck."

Michael lifted his head and looked in the box again. "Oh...........well.....yeah........that'd be okay." His hands were hovering over the box but he wasn't touching the rings. He gave me a little boy look. "You're sure?"

I reached forward and took one of the rings out of the box. "Gimme your right hand." He does and I slip the triple gold band over the third finger of his hand. "There! That wasn't so bad. Was it?" I picked up the other ring but Michael stopped me.

"Let me do that, Jeff." He pulled my right hand to his face and kissed the palm slowly and then slipped the ring on the third finger. He looked up at me and said. "You've lost your hardon."

I leaned over him, my face just a fraction of an inch from his, I could feel his breath on my face. "I know how to get it back but first.......this is okay? You're okay with this?"

Michael smiled up at me. "Baby, I'm so much more than okay with this that I don't even know how to tell you, at least not yet anyway." He pulled my face down while he raised his head up to meet me in a kiss. "You're getting hard again."

I kissed the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, and I know just what to do with it." I was beginning to slowly thrust forward, the tip of my cock pressing lightly against Michael's butt. I moved the head of my cock slowly around his asshole allowing my precum to get it good and wet, then applying just the very slightest pressure I began to penetrate him. He had been holding his head up trying to watch, the muscles in his neck standing out but as the head of my dick popped through Michael's head fell back against the pillow as he let out a low moan.

Then we were joined by the head of my dick in his ass and separated by the six additional inches of my cock that was between us and while the precum had been enough lube in the beginning I knew that we'd need more now. I took the small bottle and turning it over allowed a small stream of lube to drop on Michael's perineum, where it ran down onto my cock, and then ran a stream of it along the top of my cock.

I moved my cock forward and inch or so and waited. "More!" Michael said his voice sounded throaty. "I can take more, Jeff, you don't have to be so gentle."

"Okay." I leaned forward to kiss him and all the while I did my cock was moving deeply into his ass. Underneath me his body was in constant motion, his pelvis tilting up and down, his stomach contracting and releasing, his hand grasping and releasing my thighs and his head moving from side to side. I held his head steady and then kissed him deeply.

"Fuck me hard, Jeff! I wanna feel the way that I did this morning. I wanna know that your cock has been in me that you fucked the crap outta me. I wanna be able to feel it all day."

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"You gonna shave?" Michael was drying himself off after we had gotten out of the shower.

"I gotta, it drives me nuts if I don't but you don't have to if you don't want to, if we go to lunch or something you'll just look fashionable." I smiled at him in the mirror.

He picked up the shaving cream. "Well I sure as fuck don't want to look fashionable! My mom says that you should always try to look clean."

"Well, mom's probably know best about that sort of thing." I laughed. "I don't always agree with them about butt fucking but when it come to clean mom is probably dead on."

When I finished shaving I stepped behind Michael and wrapped my arms around him while he shaved. "God you feel good!" I ran my hands lightly up his chest.

"You pinch my nipples and I'll end up cutting my throat." He was shaving his upper lip.

I moved my hands to his narrow hips. "What happens if I rim you?"

He laughed. "Come on now! I'll cut myself! I'm really bad with sharp stuff anyway. Every time I pick up a chef's knife I cut myself."

"How about coffee? Can you drink coffee with anything terrible happening? I'll hide the knives."

Michael wiped his face of with the washcloth and then turned and pulled me to him. He tilted his head as I tilted mine and we kissed lightly at first and then tongues got involved.

He pulled away from me and held my face in his hands. "Thank you. This weekend, the ring..............you." My eyes were tearing up and I laid my chin on his shoulder, my arms were wrapped tight around him, his beating heart between my hands and my chest.

I mumbled into his ear. "Why don't we get that coffee before I turn into a blubbering idiot." I lifted my head off of his shoulder, took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

The coffee was ready and I pouring each of us a cup.

The phone rang.

"Michael will you get that, it's probably Rosie." Then as an afterthought. "Check the caller........................ I never got a chance to finish.

Michael had snapped up the phone. "Rosie! For once we're not naked when you're calling."

Michael's face seemed to freeze and then shatter but a moment later it was a mask. "Mr Caldwell.............Brian!" Michael lowered himself slowly onto the chair at the kitchen table while raising his left hand to his forehead. "Ye, ye, yes.......yes he's here." Then moments later. "Since the boy died. Yeah, we do get along." Michael seemed to be deflating before my eyes.

He looked over at me with deer in the headlight eyes. "Jeff, it's Brian Caldwell. He wants to talk to you about the boy."

While Brian Caldwell was telling me basically what Michael had already told me Michael had laid his head on his arms on the table and was slowly shaking it.

I said goodbye to Brian and slowly walked over to Michael and put my hands on his shoulders. "You okay?"

Michael lifted his hands and then dropped them in defeat. "I knew they had to be told. I, I just hoped that I could do it in my own time."

"Who will Brian tell?"

"Officially nobody. But he and Joe are both partners and you're Joe's biggest client. Hell, you're the firms biggest client! No way he's not telling him." He leaned all the way back in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck!"

I sat down next to Michael. "And you feel?"

Michael shook his head slowly and laughed without humor. "Oh let's see, embarrassed, ashamed, stupid, vulnerable, afraid, and a million other things"

I reached forward to take his hand and he almost pulled it away but then didn't. "Pretty fuckin scary isn't it?"

Michael nodded yes but there were tears starting to form in his eyes. "I feel like I'm letting you down."

"Baby, you're not letting me down. You're just going through something that you didn't expect and have never experienced." I squeezed his hand a little tighter. "What hasn't hit you yet is the reality of us as a couple. When you're just by yourself you're vulnerable in so many ways, both financially and emotionally. But now that you're part of an us," I reached up and lightly touched his face, "you're so much stronger............but you have to realize it...............and you haven't yet."

Michael looked at me. "Why do I feel so afraid? How can they do that to me?"

"The nature of the fucking world. Want me to fix it?"

"Whatdya mean?" He looked questioningly at me.

"You're half of an us. My half of the us can fix it, just like if I had a legal problem, your half of the us could fix it. So, ya want me to? I mean it pretty much has to be done anyway."

"Whatdya gonna do?"

"Watch, it'll be a surprise." I picked up the phone and called Joe Callin's private line."

"Hi Joe. I'm good. Calling from Florida. Yeah the weathers great. Joe, you probably already know this but Michael Worthington and I have become partners, well, actually, lovers and the thing is that neither Michael nor I want this to affect my relationship with the firm. Right Joe, Michael wants to just continue to do his thing like this relationship doesn't exist. I guess that I just want to make sure that you feel that that's possible. Great Joe, great. I'll call you when I get back. Bye Joe."

I smiled at Michael. "You're bullet proof."

"What you really mean is that they can't say anything cause their afraid of loosing your account. It's not like they really want me there."

"Michael, you're a good lawyer and for whatever reason they keep you you're going to continue to turn out the fine work that they expect. And another thing, Joe Callin is many things, including being a first rate attorney and an ornery son-of-a-bitch but also, I believe, an honorable guy. When my ex-wife outted me Joe and I were working on the divorce one night and finally went out to get some dinner. At some point during the meal I asked Joe how he felt about all of this, I mean me being gay and all. He looked at me and said." "Jeff as long as I don't have to sleep with ya I really don't give a damn."

"Michael, there's no doubt in my mind that that's how Joe feels about this. He's a businessman and his main concern is the bottom line."

Michael looked up at me. "He wants to keep you happy."

"Yeah Michael, there's some of that, maybe even a lot of that but I really think that he's one of those straight guys that just doesn't give a fuck. And, I don't think that there's any way that he's gonna let the information out to the rest of the firm."

I pulled him up into my arms. "Nothing bad is gonna happen, Michael." I wrapped my arms tight around him while he rested his chin on my shoulder. I spoke very softly. "Why don't we go out onto the patio and finish our coffee by the pool? Naked."

There was a smile in Michael's voice. "You just wanna look at my dick."

I laughed and pulled Michael's towel loose and let it drop to the floor. "Not just your dick sweetheart, that fantastic butt of yours too."

We sat side by side on a double chaise lounge that hadn't been there the last time that I had been to the house. God love her, Rosie at work! The sun was just beginning to get the patio warm and there was still a bit of mist rising off of the heated pool.

I reached down and took Michael's hand. "Warm enough babe?"

"Yeah I'm good. How warm is it supposed to get today?"

"Been hitting the high seventies but it'll be warmer here because we're protected from any breeze." I was playing with Michael's fingers.

"Michael, let's talk about money and get it the fuck out of the way." I could feel him tense. "Okay, okay! Stay calm! It's just that...........well first I totally agree with why you were mad at me for not discussing the plane with you."

He looked at me very seriously. "Do you really understand?"

I lifted his hand and kissed it. "I didn't give you a chance to make a decision. I tried to take that away from you. But let me ask you a question. Were you opposed to the idea of the plane too or just the fact that I tried to con you?"

Michael swung his left leg over my waist and sat straddling me, he reached down and interlaced his fingers through mine.

"The manipulation pissed me off. The plane...........well.........I have no point of reference for the plane, it's beyond anything I ever really considered. I guess from my point of view it seems excessive." He smiled. "But it sure is cool."

I spread my arms, which caused him to lean forward and then I raised my head and kissed him. "The thing is, if I had been making this trip by myself, I would have done it the same way. It's not like you being along increased the cost or anything." Michael's naked ass was directly on top of my cock, which was reacting with a mind of its own.

Michael tilted his head to the side and smiled at me. "Jeff, sweetheart, you're so full of shit. Why don't you just tell me where you goin with this and we'll save a lot of time."

I laughed. "I don't want you to pay me for anything and still let me shower you with gifts."

Michael was slowly beginning to move his butt very slightly back and forth. He laughed out loud. "What kinda gifts?"

I laughed. "Well, like tiara's and shit. No, just stuff, like the plane............and stuff..........it's just that you've got me afraid to do anything." An idea popped into my head.

"How about we use your fellow attorneys and let them work this out?" He started to speak but I held up my hand to silence him. "Really, think about it. You get Brian, he already knows that you're gay, and I'll use Joe and let them work out some reasonable arrangement that we both can live with." He started to speak but then stopped and I knew that I had him.

"You won't pressure them?"

"Honest to god I won't, Michael. Whatever they come up with is fine with me.

"I promise that I'll tell Joe exactly what happened and how I would like this to work out but beyond that nothing. Whatever they come up with, they come up with." Michael's ass was becoming slick with my precum as he gently moved his ass forward and back.

I grinned up at Michael. "You can't possibly be ready to get fucked again?

He bent down and kissed me. "I told ya that you were starting something."

Friends in the Hockey Locker Room

It's around 7:00.  The hockey team crowds into the overheated, steamy
locker room overrun with the stench of unwashed hockey gear.  The room is
designed so the big communal shower was on one side and the single bathroom
stall and dual urinals are next to each other.  There are 6 of them in all,
Nick is nearest to the stalls on the opposite wall and Jacob is next to the
showers on the same bench as Nick.  Between them sits Henry.  Nick is still
in his goalie gear at this time, and is beginning to peel off his sticky
undershirt.  Nick is around 5'7", with shaggy dark hair and a serious face.
He has a skinny body and hairy strong powerful legs leading up to his
crotch.  Henry is faster, and his shirt has just came off, revealing a
white chest and surprisingly cute nipples, covered in sweat. Henry is about
an inch taller than Nick, with shorter hair and a similar skin tone..
Although his boxers were still fairly high up, you could see the beginnings
of a happy trail.  Jacob is lagging and talking to Henry a little bit, and
has just taken off his shoulder pads, but his arm muscles are visible;
smooth and toned.  His shaggy brown hair is wet with sweat and water from
the practice, and he is visibly exhausted.  The boys are just chatting, not
really looking at each other's bodies, yet.
 On the other side of the room, Brian, Spencer, and Josh are sitting
and far ahead of the other boys.  Brian is opposite Nick, and he is a
complete stunner.  Taller than the rest of the boys, around 5'11", he has
shaggy black hair and a strong, built body.  His skin is really white, but
his arms are bulging with muscles and just a bit of hair.  His pads are
almost off, and he is starting to rub his abs under his white t-shirt which
he then removes.  At this point, he is just wearing a pair of boxer briefs
which do a bad job containing his very impressive bulge.  Nick continues to
stare at Brian's thighs but doesn't say anything.  Next to Brian is
Spencer, who is softly airing out his loose boxers and wearing nothing
else.  Spencer is the tannest boy in the room and his shortly cropped hair
is drizzled with water that also runs down his chest.  Spencer is almost
5'10", and is desperately trying to escape his inferiority complex which
stems from him being very short at one time, and consequently
much...smaller....down there.  However, now he has filled out, and the
other boys realize that he has probably grown significantly since last
season.  Finally, Josh sits on the far end of the bench opposite Jacob.  He
is still wearing his under-armor and tight pants, although very little is
noticeable down by where a bulge should be.  Josh is a bit shy and is
eyeing Jacob from across the room as Jacob lowers his boxers a little to
rub his thighs.  Josh is tan and the cutest boy in the room, although he is
self-conscious.  He has size 12 shoes but doesn't want his friends to see
his penis because he has no idea if its big or not, and Nick likes to make
fun of him for it anyway.
 Henry and Spencer, both in overly loose boxers so that nothing can
really be seen, start discussing girls.  "No way Spencer, I totally got the
best head from Sara last night!"  Spencer adjusts his penis over his
boxers.  "Well Henry, you've never experienced a hot senior girl like
Nicole running her tongue over your dick now have you?"  Brian steps in and
says, "But Spencer, you've never seen a girl like Nicole suck a dick this
big."  He laughs and puts his hand over his obviously massive penis.  Nick
laughs, "calm down Brian, we don't need to see that thing dude we all get
enough pussy in here, except for Josh of course!"  Josh blushes all over
and Spencer turns to him and slaps his butt, "there Josh! Now you got some
baby!" All the boys laugh and Josh giggles along with them.  Jacob has a
great idea, "come on Spence, I need some ass too man!" Spencer the runs
across the tiny locker room to Jacob and pushes him against the wall and
pretends to rape him as all the guys crack up.  Spencer slaps Jacob's butt
and pulls down his boxers and keeps spanking it till its a little bit red.
All the boys are laughing and Jacob turns around with his boxers around his
ankles.  Everyone looks at Jacob's penis and Spencer says "Nice one Jacob,
too bad its not big or anything!"  Jacob replies "Oh be quiet man, its
average sized, like 6 inches or so, yours is probably half that!"  Jacob
pulls down Spencer's boxers revealing a 7 inch soft penis.  Jacob recoils,
"well it looks like you're a bit bigger than me Spencer."
 The boys are all starting to get turned on by the two exposed
dicks.  Spencer spins around and shows off his soft penis to his friends
and Henry comments on how Spencer's butt is super white while the rest of
his body is so tan.  Spencer laughs and asks if Henry's butt is as white as
his body.  Henry smiles at Spencer and pulls down his boxers for everyone
to see.  "Yupp guys, i'm white" Henry and Jacob are exactly the same size,
except Henry starts to get a boner and starts to rub it in front of his
friends.  Spencer laughs and reaches out to grab Henry's hard dick to
everyone's shock.  Brian asks "Spencer that's really hot but I think its
gay man."  Spencer says "Brian shut up, yours is too big for anyone to
handle!"  Spencer looks at Henry for approval; Henry winks and blushes and
Spencer continues to play around with the tip of Henry's throbbing cock.
At the same time, Nick walks over to the urinal on the right and begins to
stroke his cock while pulling down his boxers.  Brian notices this and
walks over to the left urinal and takes out his thick penis and rubs it.
The two boys smile at each other and Brian moves his big hand over onto
Nick's hard cock and starts jerking it for him.  Nick does the same to
Brian and moans a little as Brian's massive dick moves back and forth in
his hand.  Brian smiles at Nick and jerks his big dick for him, playing
with his balls from time to time.  Spencer and Henry have paired off and
start to kiss each other and while caressing each other's dicks.  Spencer
hard nipples are rubbing against Henry's chest and Spencer starts to kiss
Henry's neck.  Henry moans out "oh Spencer, dude, you turn me on so much, I
want to bust all over you man" Meanwhile, Josh and Jacob give each other
dirty looks.  Jacob, already with his boxers down, shuffles over to Josh
and asks if he is big.  Josh stutters but and tells Jacob he can find out
if he wants.  Jacob smirks and starts kissing down Josh's chest, past his
nipples and abs until he gets to his boxer line.  Then Jacob pulls down
Josh's boxers in one swoop and takes his dick in his mouth while going to
his knees.  Jacob looks up at Josh and says "yes Josh, you have a very cute
small penis."  Brian hears this from the urinals and laughs "I knew he
did!"  Nick tells Brian to cut Josh some slack, after all Josh is a total
cutie.  Nick walks over to Josh and Jacob, totally naked, and Josh goes
down on his knees and starts licking Nick's balls and penis head with his
wet tongue.  Jacob goes over to Brian and they make out right next to Nick
and Josh.  Spencer sits down on the bench and Henry starts to blow him as
Nick licks Henry's penis.  The boys form a blowjob line.  Nick, Brian, and
Spencer, the three big boys, are standing, while Josh, Jacob, and Henry are
on their knees in front of them blowing them, respectively.  They hold
hands as they get blown, and Nick starts to rub Brian's leg and comes
closer and closer to cumming.  Spencer is the first one to give in.  He
moans as loud as he can, making the other boys even harder, Henry keeps
sucking on Spencer's rock hard cock and gets prepared for a huge load of
cum to burst out.  Spencer cums in Henry's mouth and he smiles as Spencer
busts all over his face.  Henry runs to the shower to wash the cum off his
face and Spencer follows.  They hold each other in the shower and start
rubbing each other's dicks again, jerking as fast as they can.  Spencer's
glistening body gets wet in the shower and Henry runs his hands down his
chest to his hips and rubs his thighs before taking Spencer's hardening
cock in his hands again.  Spencer's smooth 7 incher is loving every touch
of Henry's powerful hands.  All the boys can hear Spencer moan "Ohhhh, mmm
Henry don't stop doing that, rub it faster, it's so hard, mmm Henry oh baby
rub my dick, get on your knees and lick it."  Meanwhile, Josh asks Nick if
he can give him some great head.  Nick nods his head and Josh runs his
smooth arms across Nick's chest before placing his hands on Nick's sides
and starting to kiss down his chest, to his abs and eventually to the tip
of his 7 and half inch dick.  His tongue slinks down Nick's dick, licking
the sides and shaft as Nick moans.  Josh puts Nick's cock in his mouth and
begins to suck it.  Then he deep throats it and places his soft hands on
Nick's upper thighs.
 Brian is the youngest boy, and he walks up to Nick and Josh and
starts rubbing Nick's bare chest with his smooth but big hands as Nick's
fingers run down Brian's chest to his hard penis.  Nick nudges Josh off his
cock and starts to caress Brian rubbing his butt cheeks and muscular but
bare thighs while Brian's warm hand strokes Nick's hard cock for him.
Brian is great at it, and Nick moans a little bit and he starts to jerk
Brian at the same time, pausing to rub his balls for him too.  Nick runs
his hands up Brian's chest to his neck and shoulders, and pushes him down
to his knees and he whispers in his ear "suck me Brian."  He obeys and
begins to lick Nick's shaft at first while caressing his thighs.  Then he
speeds up and begins sucking it, taking it in his mouth and running it on
his soft, warm tongue.  Nick's feet shake and Brian takes more of his cock
into his mouth, sucking faster now and letting Nick rub his hair too.
Nick's legs tighten up and he pumps his cock forward, ready to cum.  Brian
gets ready for it and engulfs his mouth on Nick's cock and doesn't let it
out until all of Nick's cum has been shot into his mouth.  Then Brian
swallows it and gives Nick's cock one last lick.

Camping out with Craig and Chris in Amstedam

Craig and Chris came back for a week! To visit a few friends so we decided to go camping out in the woods to be alone and to have fun! This would be the 3rd time that we have done anything sexually: We all slept completed naked! And they made the same joke about my poo pants, which I started to laugh as well! Craig told me that his penis as grown really big since the last time I saw him. Chris's had grown to the same size and mine which was still pretty big but Craig's was at least 3 inches bigger than mine and around 2 inches bigger thank any other dicks I had to this date!

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Craig would not let me suck him off until he had shoved it up my rear end but he did let his brother suck him off! I let them both suck me off before sucking Chris erected penis!

He told me to bend over and shoved it right up my arse! I yelled, since I never had a penis like his before, Craig asked me if I had a poo before I left! I said last one I had was day before yesterday! Knowing this was part of the reason! But he continued really fast after he produced! He took it out and the pain slowly went! Chris went next and filled my arse full of cum! And told me next time I should have a poo before having a penis up my shit hole! After he let his load go they watched me have a shit! After I watched Craig does Chris up the arse before letting me do Chris, which was brilliant? I then did Craig before watching Chris do his brother from behind! We went to sleep naked and near each other!

When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for a walk naked in the woods! We decided to only wear shoes so we would not stand on anything! We had to hide a few times due to other people walking like families and we thought we couldn’t let them see us! Craig spotted a place to rest for a few minutes then Craig asked if he could do me right here! I said yep ok! I enjoyed it especially being in the open. Without me knowing when I was having a poo, Craig had one has well! Had when I got back I asked if I could do him! He told me he just had a poo! So he would end up being really messy, I said it will not be that messy so he said make sure when you get back to the tent to clean your penis then! And I did him and he was correct my penis ended up being a right mess! We walked back and I cleaned my penis on some toilet paper we had and I allowed Chris to clean my bomb, which he did, before rimming me! For well over 5 minutes! Chris and Craig’s parent we coming but I knew they would not be there for at least 5 minutes so we had a 3sum I did Chris and Craig did me!

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The three musketeers

Brock, Chris, and Cory had all been friends since elementary school. They were always close, nicknamed the 3 Musketeers by many of their peers. They each knew which girls the others liked, and they talked about everything. The three of these guys grew up in a small but nice town—one of those towns where the high school football team is the most popular thing around. Brock, Chris, and Cory just happened to be the stars of the team. All three of them had that real all-American, Abercrombie & Fitch look. Dusty blonde hair, tan skin, tall with athletic physiques. Of course, all the girls loved them.

One night it was beautiful weather and the football team had a big game. It was the championships, and it seemed like the whole town turned out to support. The bleachers were filled, and the team ran out on to the field running and screaming, their adrenaline rushing. The game was intense, and in the end, the home team won. Brock was named MVP, and Cory and Chris also received a lot of praise.

After being congratulated, the team headed back to the locker room. Like any typical bunch of guys, the locker room was a place to joke around, have fun, whip each other with towels, and talk about anything-especially sex. The kinds of things people said were “Dude, I went to the Bahamas with Courtney on spring break, and I totally got some hot ass everyday!” or “I was watching this porno, and man, this chick was fucking amazing. I came so hard watching her.” There were also all the guys who always had to brag about how big their dicks were and how small everybody else was.

The showers were definitely the place which all the guys loved most. It wasn’t that the team was gay, but they all knew each other so well they didn’t mind being naked around each other. They would smack each others asses and just do stupid shit like that. That night of the big game, everybody was pretty wiped out and wanted to just head home and sleep. Cory, Brock, and Chris all lived nearby one another, and they carpooled home. Brock’s parents called him though and told him that they were coming home from the city and they were stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. They would not get there for over an hour. This was O.K. though—the three guys could just hang out and talk. Plus, this meant that they got extra shower time.

After showering, they wrapped towels around themselves and all took a seat. There were two benches right across from each other, and on one Chris and Brock sat, and on the other sat Cory, so they were all facing each other. The locker room was still filled with steam and it swirled around the guys. The three guys had their towels so that their faint, blonde treasure trails were running down and you could almost see the top of the pubic hair. They began talking, mostly about sports and stuff. Then they started talking about Brock’s girlfriend, and how often they have sex and is it good. They were all getting excited, and could see the tents in the towels start to rise.

Brock was telling them about his girlfriend’s tits and how round they were and the way she rubs them on his dick when she gives him head. “That’s it, I’m so horny” said Chris. Cory agreed. “Man, we still have over an hour to wait…I gotta get home and rub one off!” the other two laughed and nodded and said that what they were going to do too.

Then Brock said, “Hey…don’t get the wrong idea, but we could just jerk it here. I mean, we’ve all seen each others junk before” Cory and Chris both laughed, but then said “Hey, why not?!” They all stood up and took off their towels. Their hard dicks popped up and beads of water rolled down their firm chests, then down their muscular things and round, toned, smooth asses. They then sat again and simply started jerking off. The locker room was filled with moans and groans of pleasure. They started looking at each other, their hands all stroking their cocks up and down. It was getting them all even hotter. After several minute of this, Chris said, “what the hell…” and he got up and walked over to Brock. Brock smirked and took Chris’s cock in his hand. Cory watched, amazed, as Brock jerked off Chris. Then Cory, feeling left out, went over and took Brock’s big dick. “Just don’t tell anybody, and this will be great” said Brock.

They went on like this for a few minutes when finally Brock grabbed Chris’s ass and pulled him forward, shoving his cock into his mouth. Chris threw his head back in pleasure, only to meet Cory’s cock in his face. He replied by taking it in his mouth as well. The three of them remained like that, sucking each other off. Brock loved the feeling of having his mouth filled with a hard, pulsing cock. He felt the pre cum trickle into his mouth and down his throat. Then, overcome by excitement, her pulled Chris’s cock out of his mouth, stood up, and walked behind Chris, who was still blowing Cory. Cory watched as Brock circled behind Chris, his ass flexing when he stepped. With one hand, Brock grabbed Chris’s hip, and with the other he pushed down on Chris’s back, forcing him to bend over. Then he took his hand and spit on it and rubbed his cock with it. he started jerking off and kneeled down so his face was close to Chris’s ass. He spread his cheeks apart and dove his tongue into his asshole. The view of seeing Brocks face digging inside Chris’s hairless, smooth ass drove Cory crazy. Cory all of a sudden blew a load right into Chris’s mouth. Chris swallowed some of it, and the rest dribbled down his chin, neck, and chest.

Brock was still at work on his ass, but then stood up and aligned his dick with Chris’s asshole. He gently pushed forward so his dick head was just pressing into his ass. The, with one swift motion, Brock shoved his whole cock into Chris. Chris moaned…it felt amazing. Them Cory went underneath Chris and started sucking him off. Now Chris was being sucked and fucked. Brock was pounding Chris hard, pulling Chris’s shoulders as he thrust his cock in the tight hole. Then Cory saw Brocks face twist and tighten, and knew he was gonna come. He pushed Brock out of Chris and said, “Hey, not so fast.” Cory led Brock to a bench where Brock layed down on his back, his cock up in the air. Cory straddled Brock and slowly lowered his body until he was sitting on Brocks manhood. Cory bounced up and down with Brock inside him, and Chris straddled Brock’s head so that Brock was tea bagging him. Brock licked Chris’s balls and fucked Cory for a long time. He let his tongue swirl around each of Chris’s nuts and licked the line that runs up the middle of the ball sac. Chris couldn’t take it anymore and exploded cum all over Brock’s face, chest, and Cory’s back.

Once again, Brock’s big hard cock and the feeling of jizz running down his back sent Cory over the edge. He blew a second load onto Brock’s legs and the bench. Then Brock, who had been holding in a huge orgasm, finally screamed and let loose in Cory’s ass. His warm cum filled his ass and when he pulled Cory off him, cum was dripping out of him.

The 3 Musketeers all stood up and looked at each other, each one dripping with sweat and cum. They laughed when they heard Brock’s cell phone ring. “Yeah, we’ll be out in a minute” said Brock into the phone.

“I hope we make it to the championships again next season,” said Cory. They all laughed, got dressed, and walked out of the locker room.