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 8
"Shhhh! They're asleep!"
"They?" he asked, an inquisitive look on his face.
"Good morning," I said as Timothy fumbled into the dining room, his robe haphazardly tossed around his shoulders. "I see we had a guest last night."
Timothy rubbed his eyes, a growing smile appearing on his face. "How'd you know?" As if he had to ask.
"I checked in on you last night, and well, your bed isn't big enough to hide anyone."
Timothy giggled. "Yeah, I guessed as much."
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, but I'm gonna wait until Peter is awake. I just came down to see if you guys were going to work today." Timothy yawned and rubbed his eyes again.
"We are. Uncle Kenny should be down in a minute."
"Did I hear my name? Good morning, Timothy." Kenny smiled widely. Sometimes the unspoken words are louder than the spoken ones.
"Good morning. I'll...be upstairs." Timothy didn't wait for an answer, but quickly turned and hopped back up the stairs, his loose bathrobe flowing behind him.
"Okay, you going to tell me, or do I have to guess?" Kenny asked, kissing me on the head.
"Ha...guess!"
"Well, I hope this one is better to him than Jacob was." Kenny pulled his chair under him.
"Anything has to be better than what that bastard did to my boy!"
"Russell!"
"Well? How am I supposed to feel? He crushed Timothy's heart!" I pouted, pursing my lips.
"Oh stop it. He seems to be recovering just fine." Kenny stirred the sugar cubes in his hot tea.
"Yeah, he does. Thank God he inherited his mother's gift for forgiveness, cuz God know's I haven't got it."
"That's true!" Kenny quipped, grinning at me.
"Careful, Smartass, or you'll be wearing that tea instead of drinking it!" I glared at him.
"Yes, Mama!" Kenny giggled.
"You awake?" Timothy whispered as he dropped the robe and slipped softly into bed next to Peter.
"Mmmm, I am now. How'd you sleep?" Peter peered one eye open.
"Great! You?"
"Mm Hmm. I love sleeping naked. So free." Peter rolled over facing Timothy. "Let's sleep naked all the time." His morning piss hard-on pressing against Timothy's leg.
Timothy smiled. "Want me to take care of that for you?" He lifted his hand, sliding across Peter's balls and wrapping his fingers around the swollen shaft.
"Only if you want to," Peter whispered, lifting his right leg to give Timothy better access.
Timothy didn't answer. He merely slid down the bed, pressing his lips against the tip of Peter's hard boy dick. Timothy inhaled deeply, and the aroma of their previous night's passion lingered on the head of Peter's dick. Timothy's mouth began to water, and parting his lips, slipped Peter's firm cock into his mouth.
"Mmmm, yeah, that's it, Baby...suck that dick. You love eating my dick, don't you?"
Timothy nodded slightly, not that Peter would have noticed, as he laid his head back, his eyes closed once again; lost in the erotic feelings of Timothy's morning dick bath.
"Tshhh, mmmm, Tim, that feels so good," Peter moaned softly, pushing his hips upward, forcing more of his boy meat into Timothy's mouth.
Timothy slowed massaged Peter's sensitive ball sac, urging his love juices to come forward. Before long, Timothy could taste the mild flavor of Peter's precum coating his tongue. "Mmmmm," he muffled, the vibration tickling Peter's dick.
Timothy moved slowly up and down Peter's shaft, releasing the head only long enough to lap at his tearing piss slit before fully engulfing the pulsing dick once again.
With each movement, Timothy tightened his lips around Peter's dick, sending Peter closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Soon enough, Peter moaned to Timothy, "Dude, I'm gonna blow."
Timothy already knew, as the precum became heavier. Timothy refused to let go, hungry for the salty-sweet stickiness of Peter's orgasm.
"Oh, God! Fuck, yeah! Huhhhh...uh, uh...uh!" Peter pushed upward, forcing the very tip of his dick against Timothy's throat.
Timothy held fast, ignoring the urge to gag, only wanting to satisfy his hunger.
Peter pushed against and froze, his dick pulsing, forcing two fast squirts of his fresh boy cream into Timothy's throat.
Timothy swallowed hard, his throat tightening around Peter's dick, which only forced Peter to jet another stream down his gullet.
Timothy backed off slightly, just as the last slower stream of creaminess escaped Peter's prick, coating Timothy's tongue with the flavor he had come to enjoy so much.
Timothy pressed his tongue against the bottom of Peter's dick, milking the last few drops from its source, before Peter's pique descended, and his sensitivity increased.
"Oh man, you gotta stop," Peter smiled, pushing Timothy back, pulling his still hard dick from Timothy's warm lips. "Sorry, Tim, but I gotta go...BAD!" Peter jumped from the bed, heading for the door without so much as a towel around his waist.
He flung open the door and raced across the hallway, not caring who might see his open nakedness.
The stream of piss began to flow the mere second he arrived at the toilet, and Peter did his best to point the raging hard on downward.
Timothy stood at the open door giggling at his new lover. "Man, you did have to go!"
After what seemed like a solid minute, the stream slowed, and Peter's dick began to soften. "That was close!"
Timothy tossed his robe to Peter. "Let's get some breakfast!"
At the office, Kenny was busy filing through some land reports for the borderline property that Mr. Byron seemed so eager to obtain.
The intercom buzzer rang. "Mr. Schilte? Mr. Byron is here to see you."
Kenny looked up from his paperwork, pushing it aside to view his calendar. No appointment. "Just great!" he moaned to himself. "Please have Mr. Byron escorted to the conference room. I'll be there in a moment." Kenny clicked off the intercom before the receptionist had a chance to answer; and then he picked up the phone. "Russell? Did you make another appointment with Tom Byron?"
"No. Why?" I asked, bewildered.
"He's here."
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes, now, you Dote! I'm had him escorted to the conference room. God only knows what's up his sleeve now!" Kenny slammed down the phone, perturbed by the interruption in his research. Grabbing nothing more than his legal paper portfolio and a pen, he walked to the end of the hallway and opened one of the grand oak doors. "Good Morning, Mr..." Kenny hesitated. It was Mr. Byron seated at the table. Well, not Mr. TOM Byron anyway.
"I'm sorry. I was expecting a client of mine. Have you been helped?" Kenny asked, almost stumbling over his words.
"I'm Samuel Byron. I understand my brother's been to see you! I want to talk to you." The gruff man stood up, and quickly stuffed his hands into his sport jacket pockets.
"Kenny Schilte, Mr. Byron. Nice to meet you." Kenny extended his hand. It wasn't received.
"This isn't a social call, Mr. Schilte. I'll get right to the point. You can't represent my brother."
Kenny lowered his hand and placed the portfolio on the table. "I'm sorry, Mr. Byron, but I think you've wasted your time coming here. Not only am I representing your brother, but I'm under a strict attorney-client privilege that makes it illegal for me to discuss any of this with you." Kenny picked up the portfolio. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a very tight schedule today." Kenny turned toward the door.
"Now you just wait a minute, you Bastard Lawyer!" Samuel Byron pulled on Kenny's arm, squeezing it tightly; turning Kenny to face him. "I'm not going to have any two-bit college boy that my brother's picked off the street, beating me out of what's mine! You hear me?"
"Mr. Byron," Kenny said sternly, scraping Samuel's hand from his arm. "I strongly suggest you leave my office immediately and never return. You're crossing a line that you won't be able to return from!" Kenny's eyes narrowed.
For a moment, but only for a moment, Samuel hesitated.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said leave!" Kenny pointed to the oak doors.
"This isn't over, Schilte...not by a long shot!"
"I suggest you get an attorney, Mr. Byron. I'd hate to think that you'd be unrepresented when I sue you for battery."
Samuel's eyes widened. He was about to speak, and then thought better of it. "Hmphf!" he grunted and left the conference room.
Kenny smiled to himself, the adrenaline giving him a fighting high.
"Well, at least we know who the opponent is," I said, peeking in after Samuel left.
"Russell? Have you finished the land survey from the City Planner's office?"
"Just about. Not much to look at, really."
"There's got to be something there, Russell. A man doesn't make this kind of bold move if there isn't a lot at stake. Show me the report." Kenny said, walking me back to my office.
"Peter?" Timothy asked, as he stared up through the tree branches.
"What?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Yeah, I think it is peaceful out here." Peter answered.
"No, not that," Timothy sounded disappointed. "I mean...that you..."
Peter looked over at Timothy and their eyes met. "What?"
"Do you really love me?"
Peter laughed. "Hell, yeah! You think I'd fuck your cute little butt if I didn't?"
Timothy wasn't laughing, and Peter saw it immediately.
"What's up, Tim? Why the sad face? You don't love me?" Peter asked.
"Yeah! Yeah, I do. I mean...I do, I really do. It's just..."
"Just what?" Peter touched Timothy's hand, and Timothy took, their fingers interlocked.
Then, slowly, Timothy told Peter about Jacob. Everything about Jacob. How they met, what they did together, and what happened at the theater.
As Timothy's story went on, Peter grew more and more angry.
"So, I guess I need to make sure. Cuz I don't want to fuckin' be used again, you know?" Timothy said, looking at the ground.
Peter lifted Timothy's chin. "Listen. I'm not going to use you, Tim. I love you...with my heart, not my dick! Loving someone hurts sometimes, but you'll never feel like shit with me!" Peter leaned in, planting his lips on Timothy. "Trust me, okay. I trust you, so trust me too."
Timothy didn't answer. His heart was happy to hear the words, but his head refused to be taken in. It would take more than mere words to convince Timothy to let his guard down again.
Peter leaned back against the tree, pulling Timothy onto his chest.
Timothy liked the feel of his cheek against Peter's shirtless chest, his head rising and falling with each breath. He closed his eyes, trying to burn the memory permanently in his mind.
But as Timothy lost himself in Peter's warmth, Peter's mind raced with the hurt that Jacob had caused his lover. Timothy had no way of knowing that Peter would soon seek out vengeance on behalf of Timothy. And there was no way for Timothy to stop it.
The fast food dinner we grabbed on the way home did little to satisfy our hunger for taste, but at least filled our bellies.
"I'm beat," I said, leaning in on Kenny as he pulled into the drive. "Do we have time to soak in the hot-tub before bed?"
"Sure, Babe. Anything for you!" Kenny patted my knee.
We made our way to the hot-tub, and tossing our robes aside, slipped naked into the hot, bubbling water; my eyes scanning his firm body as it disappeared below the bubbles.
"Mmmm, you're right...this was a great idea!" Kenny smiled, as he closed his eyes and laid his head back on the tile rim.
I let him unwind for a minute, and then my friskiness overtook me. Despite all our time together, Kenny still turns me on. I wanted him, and the warmth of the water only fired my lust further.
I moved closer, slipping my hand between his legs.
Kenny laid still, allowing my exploration to go unhindered.
By the time my hand reached his glorious prized package, he was already beginning to swell.
I encircled his shaft with my fingers, feeling the blood fill his cock to capacity.
"You know what the penalty is for getting me hard," He smiled at me, his eyes still closed.
"I'm ready to pay my price," I answered, planting small kisses on his wet chest.
Kenny lifted himself from the tub, sitting on the edge; his firm, muscular legs divided.
I took my cue, and engulfed the full length of his hot, wet cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around the base, and pulling back upward, sucking the tub water from his shaft.
"Oh, yeah, Russell. You know what I like."
Indeed I do, and went right to work on his gorgeous cock, satisfying my hunger for his cock.
As I worked his shaft up and down with my tongue, playfully teasing his slit, I rubbed under his balls, begging him forward.
Kenny moved forward slightly, and then leaned back against his elbows, lifting one leg out of the tub.
"That's it, Sweetness," I whispered.
I moved my face lower, licking and suckling each of his balls, rolling it on my tongue before releasing it and replacing it with the other. This back and forth ball massage made Kenny wiggle slightly.
As I continued my oral attention, moving ever closer to the pink rosebud near me, Kenny reached down, grabbing his cock firmly, and taking matters into his own hand.
He arched his back, and my tongue slid across his hole, causing Kenny to freeze in place.
He loves to be rimmed, and since I had other plans for that precious man-pussy, I was only too happy to oblige his passion.
I licked and flicked my tongue around and across his puckered hole, causing it to wink and open slightly, begging me to come in.
I pushed Kenny's legs upward, fully exposing him to me, and dove in, forcing my tongue into his hole.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Babe!" Kenny moaned, pulling harder on his cock.
The more I flicked my tongue, the more it opened. I paused for a moment, only long enough to slide my wet finger inside.
"Mmmmm..." Kenny moaned.
With the bubbling water coursing around my fully erect dick, like lips of water sucking my pole, I knew I wouldn't last long there. So, slowly, I moved upward, bringing my raging cock out of the water and pointing it at his waiting hole.
As soon as Kenny felt the tip of my cock against him, he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me into him.
My dick slipped deep inside; my balls slamming against his ass.
"Yeah...fuck me, Babe...fuck me hard!" Kenny said, looking into my eyes.
I pulled my dick back, and then pushed hard into him.
"Yeah, come on...make me earn it!"
His encouragement rung in my ears, and I began slamming harder and faster into his love tunnel.
As I pulled out again, I repositioned myself in a better stance, slamming my dick back inside.
Now better balanced, I grabbed his cock, and began jerking it in rhythm to my fucking.
Before long I was jacking his cock faster than I was pushing my cock into him. I could feel my hot cum burning in my balls, and the explosion of water bubbles just under them cooked my cum even more.
I pulled faster on Kenny's cock, and could feel his nuts tighten.
Kenny was silent, and I knew he was close to cumming. I squeezed tighter, milking his shaft.
I could feel the first blast before it erupted, as his sphincter closed tighter around its intruder; the first stream of white cum jetting across his chest and neck. The second jet following a similar parallel path.
Kenny's ass pulled on my dick, and in no time, my orgasm was matching his, as my nuts emptied deep inside him.
Our breathing began to slow, as I continued to milk the last few drops from its source, carefully bending down to lick the last drop from the tip.
As my dick softened inside him, it slipped from its safe warmth, the flow of white cream trailing behind, dripping down the tile rim.
Kenny leaned up, his lips meeting mine. "I needed that so bad, Babe. You totally read my mind."
"I love you too, Kenny." I said, returning his kiss.
"Damn!" Peter said, wiping the cum from his right hand on his leg; his left hand releasing the curtain. "That was hot!"
"I told you," Timothy smiled, licking his spunk from his fingers.
"Your uncles can really fuck!" Peter's amazement was matched only by the extreme amount of boy cum he had jerked out, watching Kenny and I make love.
"Yeah, well, they'd kill me if they knew we watched, so don't fucking say anything. Deal?" Timothy lifted his sticky hand toward Peter.
"Deal!" Peter said, shaking it gently, before kissing Timothy's fingers; the aroma of Timothy's spunk still fresh.
I hope you're enjoying my story of Russell, Russell, and Timothy. I welcome comments and questions, so email me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com
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