Cabin in Paradise

This story is purely fictional and is based solely on the author's imagination. Any connection between real people or situations is purely coincidental. It depicts a love relationship between two men, both being of legal age, and their involvement with a teen boy.

This story is a sequel to the story CABIN IN PARADISE, which can be found in the "Beginnings" section of Nifty's Archives. The author recommends you read that story first. Otherwise, there may be parts in this one that just don't make sense!

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Chapter 3

"Russell?" The whispered voice was barely audible in my ear. "Russell" Wake up!"

I felt my body being gently shaken awake. "Huh" Kenny?"

"This is so sweet." Kenny smiled down at me.

I lifted my head, but felt a heavy weight on me. I looked down and saw Timothy, sound asleep on my chest.

"We must have fallen asleep," I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock. Come on. We'll get him settled and go to bed." Kenny whispered, lifting Timothy's limp body from me.

Timothy began to awaken. "Uncle Russell?" He yawned. "Are you leaving me?"

"Shush, now. It's okay. I'll be just across the hall." I kissed the top of the boy's head and helped Kenny lay him down. "There now. Go back to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

"I love you," he yawned again, and then curled up into a ball without waiting for an answer. In almost no time, he was once again asleep.

I pulled his blanket over his body and stroked his hair. "Soft and thin, just like Maggie's," I whispered.

"Come on, Babe. Let him rest." Kenny said, pulling on my arm.

As I pulled the bedroom door shut, I whispered to him. "Good night, Angel Boy." Swallowing back a tear, I closed the door.

"So? What'd I miss?" Kenny said, smiling lovingly at me.

I eyed him for a moment. "Hey, what do you know?"

"Well, let's just say that the grounds may not be tended, but something else sure is." Kenny giggled, as he prepared for bed.

I stopped him as he was pulling his shirt off, and pulled him to me. "You tell me everything." The stern look in my eye was one of a worried parent, not a jealous lover; and Kenny knew I was not going to let this one go.

"You remember a couple weeks back? I left the office to meet with Juan?"

"Juan?" I said, a new queer look in my eye.

"Yeah, you remember Juan. Grey-haired old fuck. He's the grounds supervisor."

"Ohhh, yeah, of course. What about him?" I asked.

"Well, it seems that Jacob kept disappearing during his work shift. And, every time, he'd find Jacob in or near the pool house. Want to take a guess with whom?"

"Timothy."

"Say, you're pretty good at this game. Yes, our baby-boy Timothy."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded, grabbing Kenny's arms.

"Tell you what? That two teenage boys, one of which I pay to be here, hang out at the pool house? What do I care? You said yourself that you wish Timothy had friends. I figured it was none of our business, as long as Timothy was safe. It's not like they were doing drugs, for God's sake." Kenny pulled from my grip, as I flopped down on the bed, unsure of whether to be happy or concerned. "You know, Babe, you're WAY over-reacting to this. Their just teenage boys!" Kenny looked at me, pulled my chin up so that our eyes met. "Didn't you ever fool around with any of your guy friends when you were his age?"

"Only once. And it was awful!" I answered.

"Well, I fooled around a lot, and loved it! I discovered things about my body that most guys don't figure out for years! Besides, Russell, I don't know that anything really happened. Juan said that he'd hear them talking, and just went back to work. The only reason he called me, is because I insist on knowing the circumstances around any terminations."

"Termination?"

"Easy, Tiger. When Juan told me what he'd heard, I told him to let it go. Jacob was my responsibility, and I wouldn't hold Juan accountable to any incomplete work, because Jacob was goofing off."

My heart suddenly melted. I couldn't say anything. I just jumped up and hugged my husband tightly.

"Geez! If I'd known I would've gotten this much attention, I would have told you," Kenny laughed and then kissed me. "Now, listen, I'm beat. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" Kenny finished undressing and settled in next to me in the bed.

After a few moments, the thoughts racing through my head began to escape my lips. "Kenny? Does Jacob know about your talk with Juan?"

"No. Juan and I agreed it was best not to bring it up. I think there's a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting caught."

"Kenny, there's something you should know." I hesitated, unsure if I really needed to share what I'd seen and heard tonight.

"Let's talk about it in the morning. Geez, you never know when to go to sleep!" Kenny smiled at me. It was his loving way of telling me to shut up and let him sleep.

I did just that. And as he snuggled onto my chest, and quickly drifted off to dreamland, I laid there listening to his gentle snore, as I thought of my nephew and his new lover.

The next morning was Saturday, and since Kenny had given Rebecca the day off, Kenny arranged for fresh bagels, cream cheese and fresh cut fruit to be delivered to the house.

Donned only in my robe, I answered the door, signed for the delivery, and placed the arrangement on the dining room table.

I poured orange juice into three glasses, as Kenny entered the room. "Morning, Babe. I'm guessing from the look in your eyes, that you didn't sleep last night."

"Good morning," I answered, kissing his cheek.

I heard a rather loud yawn behind us. "What time is it?"

Turning to see my boy, his robe haphazardly thrown over his shoulders, naked as the day he was born underneath, I smiled widely. "Good morning, Angel Boy. It's ten o'clock. Hungry?"

Timothy wiped his eyes, then seeing the breakfast spread, smiled. "Mm hmm. Thanks."

Kenny and I watched as Timothy stuffed himself with bagels and fruit, as though he hadn't eaten in years.

As Timothy stuffed the last bite of a bagel into his mouth, Kenny cleared his throat. "Today is going to be a great day for a cookout, don't you think?"

I looked at Kenny, who nodded subtly toward Timothy. "Yes, yes, that's an excellent idea. What do you think, Timothy?"

"Hey, I've got nowhere to go."

We laughed.

Timothy stopped chewing for a moment. "Would it be okay," he paused.

"What?" I asked.

"Would it be okay if I invited a friend?"

"Invite anyone you'd like!" Kenny said proudly. "There's always plenty of food. Well, time for me to hit the shower. I'll see you boys later!" Kenny got up from the table, kissed my cheek and left Timothy and I alone.

After a moment, I couldn't resist any longer. "Can I take a guess who the friend is?"

Timothy smiled. "I think you already know."

"Yeah, I guess I do. So, I guess you've come to terms with everything?"

"I guess. I just, I don't know. I guess I'm going to follow my heart, like you said...and see what happens."

I smiled at the boy. He was growing up before my eyes, and I wasn't ready to let go of him so shortly after having him enter my life.

"There's just one thing." Timothy said, his smile fading.

"Yes?"

"How do I tell Uncle Kenny?"

"I think he's already guessed as much, Timothy."

"Maybe. But you already know. And, well, I guess I never really admitted it to anyone before."

"Yeah."

"Well, I want Uncle Kenny to hear it from me, you know? Do you think he'll freak?"

I laughed, despite myself. "No, Angel Boy, I don't think he'll freak. He's gay too, you know."

"That's not what I mean. I mean, if Jacob comes over...and," Timothy paused again.

"And what? He kisses you?"

"Geez, Uncle Russell!"

"Well, that's what we're talking about, isn't it? Look, Kenny will be fine. He'll take it a lot better than you think." I stopped for a moment, remembering when I told Timothy's mother I was gay. "I remember when I told your mom I was gay."

Timothy sat up straight, tuned in to every word.

"Oh yeah. I was scared to death. Imagine Batman trying to tell Robin he's gay."

Timothy laughed. "Did you see those tights? If those two weren't gay, nobody is!"

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Still, I was sure it would crush your mom. I stewed on whether or not to tell her for weeks! Finally, it was the night of my Junior Prom."

The room seemed to fade as the memory of that night washed over me.

"Rusty, you're gonna be late. Cecelia is not the kind of girl to keep waiting!" Maggie said, rushing into the bedroom. "Geez, you're not even finished getting dressed?"

I looked up her from my bed. "I, I can't do this."

"Yes, you can. I promised Cecelia you'd go, so you're going." Maggie grabbed the bowtie and wrapped it around my neck.

I grabbed Maggie's arms. "Maggie, listen to me. I can't pretend anymore. Sit down, please."

A worried look appeared in Maggie's eyes. "Are you dying?"

I giggled. She was always the dramatic sort. "No, I'm not dying."

"Phew! Good. For a second, you had me worried." She went back to fixing the bow tie.

"I'm trying to tell you something, Sis!"

"Okay, geez. What?"

My eyes locked hers. "Maggie, I'm..." I cleared my throat. "Maggie, I'm gay."

Maggie dropped her arms and began chuckling. "Is that all? Geez, Rusty, you're such a drama queen." Maggie finished straightening the bow tie.

"Did you hear what I said? I can't go to this stupid dance with a girl. I'm gay."

"Yeah, I know. I guess I've known for awhile now. But let's face it, Bro; you don't want to get your ass kicked at school, do ya? Cecelia wants a date for the dance, without any strings. You need to be seen with a girl, to protect your reputation. It's the perfect match." Maggie smiled at me. ---

"Despite the fact that Maggie was younger than me, she always knew how to make me feel better." I rested my hand on Timothy's shoulder.

"So? What happened? Did you go?"

"Yeah, I went. Had a great time too. You know what? Cecelia even kissed me that night. She said I was the best gentleman she could have hoped for. I went home that night, woke your mom up, and hugged her tight. I thanked her for loving me no matter what."

Timothy lowered his head. "I miss her, Uncle Russell."

"I miss her too, Timothy. I miss her too."

Jacob arrived about four o'clock that afternoon. Kenny was already busy at the large stainless steel barbeque grill.

Timothy practically tripped over his own feet as he ran to greet Jacob. "I'm glad you could come."

"I wouldn't have missed it." Jacob winked.

"Come on. I want you to meet my Uncles."

Kenny closed the lid as a huge puff of white smoke rose about it. "Well, those will be ready soon!"

"Uncle Russell? Uncle Kenny? This is Jacob." Timothy pointed to the boy proudly.

"Yes, of course, I remember. How are you Jacob?" I said, shaking his hand. He looked much different in his cut off shorts and t-shirt.

"I'm cool, thanks." Jacob answered, shaking my hand vigorously. He didn't look nervous at all.

Kenny smiled at him. "I hope you brought an appetite. These steaks won't eat themselves."

"Yeah, I could probably polish off a couple," Jacob smiled back.

"Here, come sit over here." Timothy said, leading Jacob to a couple of chairs, near me.

After the usual small talk, Timothy decided it was time to have his "chat" with Kenny, leaving me alone with Jacob.

"Uncle Kenny, can I talk to you for a second?" Timothy looked up at Kenny.

"Sure, let me just flip these," Kenny said, flipping the last of the steaks he was cooking. Closing the lid he said, "What's up?"

"There's something I want to tell you, but I'm not sure how to say it."

"Just spit it out, Kid. That works for me."

"Well, okay. You see, well, there's a reason I wanted to invite Jacob today. See, he's kinda, well, like my boyfriend."

Kenny's smile faded. He got a stern look in his eyes. "You trying to tell me you're gay"!" Kenny's booming voice carried over to Jacob and I, who instantly froze.

"Please, Uncle Kenny, don't be mad."

"Mad? MAD? I can't believe this! I take you in, treat you like my own, feed you, cloth you, and now you tell me you're a fag?" Kenny's face reddened.

Timothy backed a step, suddenly wishing he hadn't broached the subject. "I, no. I mean, yes. It's just. I don't know. I mean. Well," Timothy was stumbling for anything that would cool the situation.

I was about to rise from my chair when Kenny burst into laughter! "Ha, ha! Gotcha, Kid!"

Timothy looked shocked, then his face angered at being tricked, and then, he couldn't help himself. He began to giggle. "Okay, you got me! So, you're okay with this?"

"Hell, Kid!" Kenny said, pulling Timothy to his chest. "Welcome to the club." Then Kenny mussed Timothy's hair. "I just wanted you to see what it's like in the real world. You've got to be careful who you share that information with. There are not a lot of people like your Uncle and me. Especially in Alabama. Don't count on people being as warm and accepting as we are, okay? Now, come here and give me another hug. I think you deserve it after I fucked with you like that."

Timothy hugged Kenny tightly. "Uncle Kenny, thanks for taking care of me."

"You're welcome, Kid. Oh shit, I smell burning steaks. Let's eat!"

That was the end of the discussion. Kenny already suspected Timothy's orientation, and wasn't about to push, persuade, or hinder it in any way. "Nature decides," Kenny told me later.

It was the first of many times that Kenny and I would help Timothy with his self-discovery. But for today, the warm and acceptance felt on that patio, was more than either Kenny or I ever felt when we were kids.

After we ate, cleaned up, and chatted for awhile, Kenny decided it was time for he and I to have some alone time. "I'm sure you kids can find something to occupy your time." Kenny smiled, as he stood up. "But, if you need ideas,"

I stopped him mid-sentence. "Kenny!"

"Oooo, Mom's getting testy, Timothy. I better be good!"

Kenny and Timothy laughed, and Jacob smiled at the "mom" reference.

We left the boys at the poolside, and made our way to the house. I looked back a couple of times, and Kenny stopped me.

"They'll be fine, Russell. Come on."

"You're pretty lucky to have Uncles that cool," Jacob said, resting his hand on Timothy's leg.

"Yeah, they're awesome. I don't know where I'd be without them." Timothy looked over at Jacob, their eyes locking in place for a moment.

"How about a swim?" Jacob asked, breaking their stare.

"Okay. Last one in is a girl!" Timothy declared, as he quickly stripped.

"Oh yeah?" Jacob responded, tossing clothes behind him.

Within mere moments, the boys were stark naked and racing for the water.

Jacob was first in, with Timothy only a split-second behind him.

As they broke the surface, Jacob yelled out, "Ha ha, you're my girlfriend now!"

"I ain't got no pussy," Timothy laughed. "See?" Lifting his hips, he revealed his half hard dick rising above the water line.

"Nope, I guess not." Jacob laughed, grabbing for Timothy's dick. But, Timothy quickly lowered his hips, his dick disappearing below.

"Have to catch me first," Timothy laughed, racing to the end of the pool.

"You know I can catch you!" Jacob chased Timothy, catching him just before the edge of the pool. "Ha! Gotcha! Now you're mine!" Jacob pinned Timothy against the edge, and leaning toward him, Timothy could feel their hardening pricks rubbing together.

"And whatcha gonna do now?" Timothy smiled at Jacob.

Jacob's answer wasn't verbal. He pressed his lips to Timothy's and as the passion in their kiss grew, so did their dicks.

Jacob broke their embrace. He whispered, "Be careful, Tim, I might think you like me."

"You already know I do!" Timothy smiled back, touching Jacob's wet face.

"Let's go in the pool house," Jacob suggested.

"I've got a better idea." Timothy answered, heading out of the pool.

As the boys reached the door to the house, Timothy placed his finger across his lips. "Sh!"

Jacob nodded, and the boys crept quietly through the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom hallway.

As they passed the bedroom Kenny and I shared, Timothy pressed his ear to the door. Silence. Timothy smiled and nodded. "They're asleep. Come on."

"Where are we going?" Jacob whispered.

"You'll see." Timothy took Jacob's hand and led him to his bedroom.

Once inside, Timothy closed and locked the door. The lock was my idea, for privacy, but up to now, Timothy had never used it.

Jacob looked around. "Is this your room?"

Timothy nodded.

"I like the carousel horses. Nice touch."

"Thanks." Timothy said, almost blushing.

Jacob sat on the edge of Timothy's bed. "So, are you going to join me or not?"

Timothy dropped his towel to the floor, and pushed Jacob back against the bed, their lips locking again, this time their tongues dancing in ecstasy.

Timothy began grinding his hips into Jacob, pressing his fully erect cock against Jacob's. The fluffy cotton of Jacob's towel was the only barrier keeping the boy's apart.

Jacob reached down, opening the towel, and pulling Timothy closer to him.

Their warm skin made contact, and Timothy uttered a small moan.

"Yeah, I like the way you feel too," Jacob cooed into Timothy's ear.

Jacob pulled Timothy upward, allowing his hard dick to brush against Timothy's cheeks. Jacob rocked back and forth, stroking his cock between the firm muscles of Timothy's young, tender ass.

As Jacob pushed the tip of his dick against Timothy's ass, Timothy looked down at him.

Jacob stopped.

"It's okay. It's just that I've never done this before, you know?"

The insecurity in Timothy's voice resounded in Jacob's mind.

"Just tell me what you want me to do." Timothy said, smiling at his lover. "I want to, Jacob."

"Do you have lube?"

Timothy didn't answer. He didn't know what Jacob was talking about.

"Lotion? Anything slippery?"

"Oh," Timothy answered, his face reddening with embarrassment. "Umm, yeah, hold on." Timothy rose from the bed, and opened one of his dresser drawers. Pulling a tube of suntan lotion from the drawer, he asked, "Will this work?"

Jacob took the tube from Timothy and told him to lie down on the bed. Raising Timothy's legs, Jacob squirted a massive amount of the lotion onto Timothy's puckered love hole.

"That tickles," Timothy giggled.

"How's this feel?" Jacob answered, massaging the lotion into Timothy's crack, brushing against his rosebud.

Timothy didn't answer. He only moaned softly as new and electric feelings rose from his ass, through his belly, and back down to his now pulsing dick.

"Just relax," Jacob said, slipping one finger inside Timothy's hole.

It was a new feeling. Not painful, just different. However, an incredible sensation took over, as Jacob began moving in and out of his young hole.

After a minute or so, Jacob slipped in a second finger, opening Timothy's ass for what was to come.

As Jacob reached inside, he began pressing on Timothy's prostate. Each time Jacob pressed, Timothy's dick jumped upward, slapping his belly.

"Oh God, Jacob, this feels good." Timothy moaned.

"I'm glad," Jacob said, leaning down to kiss Timothy's naked slender belly.

Jacob continued to massage Timothy, opening his ring muscle. Then, he whispered, "I think you're ready."

"Okay," Timothy nodded.

"Just remember to relax." Jacob said, kneeling up to Timothy's ass, pointing his dick toward the slippery opening. "Tell me to stop if it hurts too much."

Jacob pushed the tip against Timothy's hole, and Timothy took a deep breath.

"It's okay, Babe. Relax."

Timothy did, and Jacob's head slipped inside.

The wonderful sensations that Timothy had felt, suddenly turned to fire in his ass. "Oh fuck!" Timothy yelled out. "Wait, stop, please!"

Jacob paused, allowing Timothy's ass to get used to its new intruder. While waiting, he leaned down, and kissed Timothy's lips.

Soon, the pain subsided, and gave way to a feeling of fulfillment.

"I'm okay. It doesn't hurt as much," Timothy said bravely. Laying his hands across Jacob's cheeks, he pulled slightly, forcing more of Jacob's thin but long dick inside him.

In almost no time, the full length of Jacob's pulsing dick was inside Timothy's warm, tight love tunnel. As Timothy felt Jacob's pubic hair brush against his ass, he moaned softly.

"You okay?" Jacob asked.

Timothy nodded.

Jacob began moving back out; just a little, and then back in again.

Timothy could feel the head of Jacob's dick press against his love button again. He let out another soft moan, and pulled on Jacob's ass, trying to bury even more of Jacob's bone inside him.

Jacob took the hint, and began to increase his speed, pulling his tool from Timothy, only to plunge it back in again.

Timothy's soft moans soon turned louder, and Timothy could feel his dick begin to leak.

"You feel so good to me, Tim," Jacob cooed into Timothy's ear.

Timothy nodded again, which only encouraged Jacob to move faster.

As happens with young boys, nature takes over and soon Jacob all but forgot about his lover, soon ramming his cock harder and deeper into Timothy's slippery ass.

Jacob's breath began to quicken, following the pace of his passionate gyrations. He closed his eyes, and focused on the electric feelings coursing through his cock, and into his ball sac.

Timothy reached down and began pulling on his dick in rhythm to Jacob's moves, and in what seemed like only seconds, Timothy said, "I'm cumming. Oh God, Jacob, I'm gonna shoot." Before the last of his words escaped, his dick pulsed and shot a thin rope of boy cum across his chest.

This was quickly followed by another stream, much higher than the first, spraying Jacob's chest and chin.

As Timothy's orgasm exploded, his ass tightened around Jacob's sensitive dick, milking his load from deep in his balls.

Jacob suddenly stopped, emptying the full capacity of his young balls into Timothy's ass.

Timothy, finally recovering from his peak, looked up at Jacob. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

Jacob smiled down at him. "That was awesome. Did you feel me cum inside you?" Jacob began to pull from his lover.

"No, wait. Don't take it out yet, please." Timothy pulled Jacob onto him, lowering his legs.

It was only a minute or two, and Jacob's shrinking dick began to slip from Timothy's ass. "Tshhh, I can feel it coming out."

Jacob looked into Timothy's eyes, kissing him gently. "Did you like it?"

Timothy nodded and pulled Jacob to his lips again.

Sometimes when I take a nap in the afternoon, I wake up in the middle of the night, starving for a snack.

I quietly crept downstairs, taking care not to wake anyone. But, as I reached the kitchen, I discovered I wasn't the only late night stalker. "Hey, it's a bit late for you to be up, isn't it?"

Timothy turned to me, with the biggest, most satisfied smile I'd seen yet. "Hello, Uncle Russell." The `dreaminess' in his eyes made me giggle.

"What's with you?" I asked. "You look like you got laid!"

That statement snapped Timothy out of whatever trance he'd been in. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look, Angel Boy. I realize I'm new to this parenting stuff, but you don't think I'm stupid, do you?"

Timothy sat down in one of the chairs. "That obvious?"

"Oh yeah," I giggled again. "You know, your mother looked exactly like that the night she came home from her Senior Prom."

"You were there?" Timothy's interest was suddenly piqued.

"Oh yeah, I was there. You don't think I'd let my baby sister go to the prom and NOT be there when she got back?" I answered, rather offended.

"Sorry. I know...Batman and Robin."

"Exactly. Anyway, she had that same silly look on her face. Like the entire world had stopped just for her." I paused for a moment, remembering that her `date' turned out to be Timothy's father soon after.

"Did my dad even try to find me?" Timothy asked.

"He never wanted to. I'll tell ya, Kid, I don't know what your mother ever saw in that guy. He wasn't even cute!" I laughed, but Timothy wasn't seeing the humor.

"Mom said he left us."

"That's true." I placed my hand on his leg. "Some guys are jerks, Timothy. Listen to your heart, you'll know."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, then let's talk about the barbeque today."

Timothy's eyes widened.

"Kenny and I came back down to the pool after our nap, and you weren't there. I checked your room, but the door was locked, so I just figured you wanted some privacy."

"Um, yeah, thanks." Timothy answered.

I patted his leg. "I'm always here for you, Timothy, anytime you want or NEED to talk."

I left it at that. The invitation was open.

The next day was Sunday, and as we're not the `church-going' type of Alabama residents, we decided to take in a movie.

It was a plan that I wish now that we hadn't made.

We purchased our tickets, bought our popcorn, sodas, and Goobers, and made for the seats.

I often ask myself why we decided on a movie. It doesn't matter, I suppose. Timothy would have found out eventually.

As we sat in our seats and made ourselves comfortable, the lights began to dim. We settled back, and for the next two hours, lost ourselves in the storyline of the latest feature film.

Periodically throughout the movie, Timothy's attention was drawn to a couple of boys just three seats in front of us.

It was not a sold out theater, so he couldn't help but notice how openly they were making out.

It even took me by surprise, because I know just how crude this town can be toward gays.

Still, Timothy would nudge me, lean over and whisper, "They're at it again," giggling as he spoke. For Timothy, it was kind of fun to see to guys make out in public, without fear of ridicule.

That positive outlook changed as the movie ended and the lights came up.

I hope you're enjoying my story of Russell, Kenny, and Timothy. I welcome comments and questions, so email me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com

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