Friends or What

Friends or What?-Chapter VI AUTHOR: Barry Mattison

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INTRODUCTION:

This is a fictional story about how two young guys grew up as friends since 3rd grade and are now in their Junior year ready to end the year, planning summer vacation. One likes the other and has had a crush on him for some time, but doesn't really know what that means, the other has a girlfriend and doesn't really see anything beyond his childhood friend other than their friendship. The characters in "Friends or What?" are all fictional and any semblance to real persons--living or deceased--is purely coincidental.

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This fictional story and others written and published by this author are written for the gay reader in particular and describe scenes of male nudity and sexual acts between two or more guys that some readers may find inappropriate and/or unsuitable for their reading. Please do not read any further if you find such reading offensive or if it may become property of anyone under the age of 21. "Friends or What?" is copyrighted by Barry Mattison under the Registered Trademark Foxstories® and published as StoriesByBm© with exclusive permission to publish given to the Nifty Alliance Archive only. Anyone wishing to use any stories published under either copyright may go to the web site listed above and read the information posted there for legal limitations. Copying, distribution or re-publication of this writing in any other web site, private or otherwise, without written permission of the author is a violation of local, national and international copyright laws and will be pursued to the fullest extent allowable by applicable laws governing that country.

Chapter VI

"Jason here to catch you up on what happened at the end of the last chapter...a very close call for Todd, but only by accident. See, he told me he was only ticklish in one place and only at a certain time. We were on a picnic/fishing day and resting on the dock when he said he'd tell me about this ticklish spot. He did alright and almost ended up drowning. It was pretty scary, but I pulled him up to the surface, brought him to the dock where I discovered he wasn't breathing and gave him mouth-to-mouth. If you need more than that you'll have to go back and read the chapter ending, but I said to him..."

"...you almost drowned. I was so scared at losing you."

"I knew you wouldn't let me do that, somebody's got to lug that monster trout you caught home, help clean it and make a big deal of it so you look like a big hero schmuck. But, thank you, it really did scare me. I love you."

"You should be so lucky. I hope I never lose you for any reason. For a moment there I watched you sinking and I was scared. Even though I knew what to do, it still scared me. Let's get back to shore and head home. I want to go get the canoe and give you a ride in after that."

"We can swim. I'm okay."

"If you say so, but I'm right beside you."

We made it back to the shore with no problem, picked up our gear, cleaned up the area and got ready to push off for home.

"Hey, we forgot to get dressed," Jason casually mentioned.

"Sounds good to me. A no clothes canoe ride. Is the trout still swimming with us?"

"Yeah, that picture I took with you holding him was pretty good. I hope I catch some bigger than that before we leave this summer."

"I'll probably catch the biggest one's anyway."

"When we get back we'll show it to granny before we clean it. She'll be real surprised. There's enough there to feed all of us. I wonder if she ever has Mr. Jenkins up for supper anymore. He used to eat with us once in a while when I caught fish. Maybe I'll ask her."

"That would be cool. We haven't had much time to really talk with him yet. He seems real nice. Are we going to put the canoe back in the shed or what?"

"Naw, I usually turn it upside down on the dock for the summer and bring up the life preservers and paddles to the shack. We may have to come back and get the rest of the stuff."

"Okay, after I show granny the fish."

"Oh but of course sir."

We arrived at the dock in what seemed like no time at all. Alone the trip takes forever, but with Jason time always passes quickly. I did do a lot of thinking on the way back about the incident at the dock. I didn't make a big deal of it to Jason, and I had never been afraid of the water, but I was really shaken up by what had happened. Even as we were paddling back I was shaking a little thinking about how close I had come to drowning. I just didn't want Jason to think I was afraid.

After unloading our gear onto the dock we leaned down and lifted the fairly heavy thing up and onto the dock, kicking aside some of the things that were in the way. After rolling it over I roped it down just in case the wind decided to come along and take it for a ride before we wanted to. We threw some shorts on commando and gathering as much as we could, we decided that the worms could stay in the shed...granny didn't like them around the house anyway...and we could leave the poles there too. The remainder of the stuff we were able to carry to the house in one trip. I suppose it was a sight to see with Jason trying to hide this big fish behind him so granny couldn't see it until he was ready to show her.

"Finally, we made it," Jason said as we set everything down at the foot of the porch and plopped down ourselves.

"Granny," I yelled towards the door, "are you right there?"

"For heavens sake child, you don't have to yell. I'm not deaf dear."

"Oops, sorry. Jason has something to show you." Jason proudly held up his big lake trout with two hands.

"What do 'ya think granny, enough to feed us for supper?"

"Well I'll be darned. I haven't seen a trout that big come out of that lake since grandpa used to fish it. Well, clean it up boys and we'll finish it off for dinner."

"Okay, give us a few minutes to put the gear away and clean the fish and we'll be in," I said. "I'll show Jason how to fillet a big fish so there's no bones."

"Okay boys, I'll start getting the kitchen ready."

I showed Jason how to carefully cut and fillet the trout into clean slices with no bones or skin, just like you find in the store. After dinner we helped clean up the table and cleaned the dishes so granny could sit down and have her tea. When we were done it was pretty late so we decided to head up for bed. But Jason thought it would be neat to go down to the horse barn with some apple slices for our horses before cashing it in for the night.

"Granny, can we have a couple of apples for the horses?"

"Yes dear, you know where they are. Don't stay out too late. I'm going to bed early. I have another appointment in town tomorrow to finish up some affairs so I may miss you before you guys get up. Do you know what your plans are for the day?"

"Um, not yet, but we were thinking of going riding again. later in the morning. We'll leave a note whatever we do."

"Okay, good night. I love you both."

"You too granny, good night."

As we watched her head down the hall towards her room I turned to Jason and asked him to grab a couple apples and a knife. We'd split them into quarters and head down to the stalls.

"Okay, just a sec...alright...done and ready to go."

"I've got the flashlight to see our way back...I'm ready."

We took our time walking to the stables, holding hands and walking shoulder to shoulder we ambled down the pebbled path slowly, watching the final setting of the evening sun's orange and red rays as they dropped down behind the mountains to the west. It was still warm out, but the mosquito's were starting to bother us so we hurried up, reaching the barn and grabbing the bug repellent. There were still one or two of the renters there finishing their chores, but we were just there to give our horses a treat and wouldn't bother them.

Reaching his horse's stall first we both stopped. Jason's horse was beautiful. Chestnut colored with a black mane, ears and tail and totally in love with Jason. He'd been like that from the first time they had met. Since then they had spent hours practicing together under my watchful eye. But I don't think I was really needed. Jason was a natural and "Tomorrow's Dreams" knew exactly how to react to Jason. As soon as he smelled Jason he whinnied and tapped at the door with his hooves. Jason opened the door, walked in and blew into the horse's nose. That was how they greeted each other.

I walked down further to visit my old friend, "October Spirit."

"Hey Spirit, " I called.

Right away another whinny came from farther down the stable and a brown and white nose came poking through the bars of the upper stall. I ran down the few extra stalls and began talking to him as I approached with an apple slice in my hand. I walked in and Spirit nuzzled my hand for his treat. After munching that up in about one second he began to search my pockets for more, knowing the routine well.

"Keep looking buddy, they're here somewhere."

It didn't take him long to carefully push me against the wall and snatch the rest from behind me, eating them up as fast as I could pick them up from the floor and clean them off. I'd been riding Spirit for so many years I couldn't remember. We knew each other well. I always knew I could trust him with my life if anything happened. The crazy thing is that Jason walked right in and a horse picked him right out...same result. Life sure is funny.

"Hey Todd, you 'bout ready to head back now?"

"Yeah, I'm coming. I held both sides of his halter, looked him in the eye like I was talking to a person, and said. 'well ol' boy, we'll see you in the morning for a ride. Maybe we'll go up to the secret spot again and you and Dreamer can eat some of that good grass up there. Good nite, sleep tight'."

"Okay, happy, you ready to go home to bed?"

"Only if it's with you babe."

I turned on the flashlight and we headed up the path towards home. As we walked we started talking about school starting up again.

"So, have you thought about what's going to happen when we get back to school in a month or so?" I asked Jason.

"It's been buggin' me, but I don't know how I'm going to handle it. I've made up my mind after spending the time I have here with you, and finding out who I am, and also finding out that I really love you and want us to be together, that I can stand one year of whatever the guys want to throw at us, especially me. I know it's going to be a rough year and I may not be able to play sports if the teams give me too much shit, but I'm hoping that I can walk in and just be me. If someone doesn't like it, tough. I am worried about you though. They might really pick on you and I can't be there every minute to defend you. That scares me."

"You're ready to do all that for me?" I said. "Nobody's ever gone that far for me."

"For both of us, for my self image, and for our relationship. I love you and while we're here we can really be ourselves, but on school premises I'm sure that we'll have to slow down just a little."

"What do you think?"

"I know. It'll be hard for me not to run up to you after a game and kiss you on the field, but we'll find a way to have time to be alone. I expect you'll be living with your parents still. They're never home anyway. It's not that far from here to our town and school. I hate the thought of having to go back to that foster home and listen to those people for one more day. All those rules, different brothers and sisters all the times, cops there almost every night. I just don't know how I can do it anymore. I'm tired of running away. Besides, all it does is get me into more trouble. The foster parents lie because they don't want to lose the state money that we're supposed to get a part of, they don't spend a nickel on clothes and barely feed us. But the state people don't believe any of us because we're just troublemakers. I feel better at school than I do at that 'home', or whatever you call it."

"Man, that really sucks. Have you talked to the guidance counselor about other places until college?"

"Yes, but they don't know what I should do or where I should apply because I don't have anyone to help me financially, plus I don't know yet what I want to be. Do you?"

"I think I want to go to a college near here and get my Bachelors in Business. At least that's what my adviser thought. At least it's useful no matter what type of job you get and you can get a management job at better pay with it. Maybe you can get some financial aid through the same college; being a resident the tuition would be lower, we could room together off campus because my parents already said they don't want me rooming with all the guys that party all the time and get drunk and chase women around all night."

"I guess they don't have to worry about the women chasing anyway."

We both were laughing as we climbed the stairs, remembering to quiet down so as not to wake granny on the way up to our room. After reaching our room Jason closed the door and we both stripped. After swimming and walking about we needed to take a good, hot shower before bed. We smelled like a horse barn to top it all off, which in the end wasn't that bad, but if I'd wanted to sleep with Spirit I'd stayed at the barn.

"Shall we?" Jason asked, motioning towards the shower. Rats I thought, I hope we would have heard by today about our tests. I was tired of just playing around, but we were determined to stick to our promise to each other.

"Right with you handsome. I'll scrub you down and get all that fishy-horsey smell off you. You deserve extra attention for providing dinner for all of us tonight."

We stepped into the shower...me first with Jason holding onto my sides with both hands. How comfortable those incredibly beautiful hands always felt when they were wrapped around me. I could never get enough of Jason's touch. Once inside I turned and closed the sliding glass door until it locked tight, preventing any water leaks. I have to say one thing, it was good thinking on my grandfather's part to put a big, second hot water heater in this wing so we had plenty of hot water. It took us forever to take showers for some reason.

I reached for the soap and found a bottle of body soap. The label said it was smoother than soap and much gentler on sensitive skin. So I put a big glob in my hands and started rubbing it onto Jason's shoulders and up and around his neck, massaging the muscles as I spread the lotion.

"How's that feel so far babe?"

"Don't stop until I tell you...sometime tomorrow."

I continued massaging around his neck and the muscles reaching out to his broad, strong shoulders, feeling the knots of stress along the way. As I hit those spots on the way back I stopped and paid special attention to working each of them out until each arm was limp and hanging at his side. By now he was leaning back against me. I had to push hm forward a little to start kneading his shoulder blades and down his spine, working each side, feeling where the spine was out from side to side and working it back in.

"Still with me?" I asked

"Just barely. You sure have a special touch."

"That's what they all say."

I was now working the solid globes of his butt. And of course at this point I had a raging hard-on that even hurt a little it was so hard. But I kept on going, re-soaping my hands with the body soap and rubbing it between the tight cheeks of his butt, spending extra time, making sure that every little crack and crevice was nice and clean before moving on to his gorgeous legs, then finishing his backside by washing his sexy, muscular calves and long, narrow feet.

When I stood up my hard-on was obvious. Jason grabbed hold of it with his soapy hands and slowly began to work up and down it's length while staring directly into my eyes. I moved closer as our cocks slid together and we began to rub our soapy bodies up and down, back and forth. Every nerve seemed to be concentrated in my groin as each sliding movement brought me closer to orgasm. I could tell that Jason was at the same point by the moaning sounds he was making, the way he reached around my back and pulled me closer, and also when he began to lean his head back.

"Faster," I said, "I'm almost ready to come.

"Me too," he said. "Uh...uh...uh...aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

We both shot several long ropes of cum, at the same time, straight up each others chests. Jason almost hit me in the face he had so much power. Slowly, after three or four more that crept down towards each others' navel, our breathing started to slow down, we separated a little, me leaning back against the shower wall, still pumping my dick to get the last drops still oozing out and over the top of my hand as it slid to the top. Jason was doing the same as we moved together again and rubbed the tips together, me forgetting in the heat of the moment that this was the ticklish point. As soon as we touched I crouched down in a fetal position from the reaction and backed away. Jason started roaring with laughter.

"You think that's the funniest thing in the world, don't you? Sometimes it almost feels like pain to me."

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to do that."

"I know, I did it without thinking. I need to be more careful. But man that is sensitive. Maybe I should ask a doctor about it. What do you think?"

"I think it's just a very sensitive spot for you, besides your wonderfully sensitive heart."

"Uh, okay. I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one. Let's finish cleaning up and get dried off ."

We climbed into bed and fell into our usual sleeping position, which by the way, was getting to be quite warm now that summer was in full swing; we had adjusted our usual position to allow a little circulation between us...plus we usually slept on top of the bedclothes with the windows all open and no clothes on. We continued talking for a while about the rest of the summer, school, and next year.

"I was telling you earlier that I really didn't want to go back to that foster home. Did you think of any options yet Jason? You know, by the time we go back to school I'll be seventeen and maybe I can be emancipated from them and be on my own. Then I can choose where I live."

"Where would you live, how could you finish school and afford rent anywhere, plus feed yourself and all that stuff?"

"I'm not sure. Guess I didn't think about all that stuff. All that I know is that I hate that home and I don't want to go back. Who knows what's going to happen when they find out I'm gay anyway. They may just kick me out. They pretend to be Jesus freaks and tell people from the agency that they go to church every week, but they never do. I don't know why these people never check up on stuff like that, especially when we tell them that they are lying. I think that the social service people just care about their job and that's all."

"I don't know anything about them. Sometimes I wished that they would come and take me away from my parents though. My parents never spend much time with me. They're always going off on trips or putting on big dinners at home while I'm told to stay in my room. That's one of the reasons that Linda used to come over so often. They thought it was so wonderful that I always had a girlfriend coming over to spend time with me while they played their fancy, rich games and I sat in my room being miserable listening to her babble about her girlfriends and their games. It seems like everything is one, big game."

"Well, I'll can promise you that you won't want social services taking you away. You don't even know what misery is until you get them involved in your life. You can't make any decisions, go out, blah, blah, blah."

"Well, all I can say is that maybe we can work something out before we have to go back for school. It's still summer vacation and we have lots of time to have fun and spend time together. Don't forget, in the morning we're going riding up the mountain to the secret place again, right?"

"Right!"

Jason reached over me and we kissed goodnight, settled down, and promptly fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night Jason was awoken by Todd crying out...

"No, no....help, I'm drowning......NOOOO!"

"Wake up Todd, wake up!"

I felt my body being lifted up. It was like a dream, but still a nightmare because I was covered in sweat and shaking. Jason was there and I could feel his strong arms around me, holding me tight. I started crying."

"It's okay babe," he was saying over and over, "you were having a nightmare or something, but I'm here and everything's okay."

In between sobs I tried to tell him that, "I was drowning and all I could see was the sky above me and nothing but black below. I was all alone until you reached down and lifted me up out of the blackness. I was afraid of the blackness below me and what might be there waiting for me, and I felt all alone."

"You're not alone Todd, and you never will be again. I'll always be with you somehow. I love you very much and the blackness below you has no power over you anymore. Nobody is going to mistreat you again or make your life miserable anymore. We're a couple now; that means we watch out for each other, we take special care of each other. We have a special relationship that nobody else can ever have with either of us. Jeez, you're all wet from sweating. Why don't you jump in the shower real quick and cool down and we'll see if you can get some sleep before sunrise.

Okay?"

"Okay. You're right. Maybe it's just talking about all this stuff today from the past and worrying about what's going to happen in the future I guess that is scaring me...I don't know. I don't want to sound like a baby or anything to you 'cause it embarrasses me and I don't want to feel that way. I want to feel equal to you. You're so much stronger than I am."

"Don't worry bro, I've got my own problems too. Like I said, my family hardly knows I exist. Wait until I tell them I'm gay and even have a lover. Ha! I can't wait to see their pompous faces. But until then , let's jump in the shower real quick, cool down, throw a dry set of sheets on the bed and get some sleep. You should feel better by then."

"Thank you for being there and pulling me up, I love you so much. I'll be fine now. Last one to the shower is...is the last one. One thing first though, you need for me to give you a kiss."

Back in bed after a cool shower, Jason put a couple of pillows behind his shoulders so he was sitting up slightly and pulled Todd's head up onto his chest until they were comfortable. There they lay, Jason slowly running his fingers through Todd's hair and telling him everything was going to be alright until they both eventually fell asleep in that position.

It was almost nine in the morning, when Jason, woken by the soft rays of the sun streaming through the old, white curtains, looked down at Todd's head and smiled through foggy eyes at the happiest thing that ever had happened to him. As he was thinking about his partner, Todd lifted up his head and smiled at Jason; at that moment he knew things would be alright as long as they were together. Todd lifted up his fingers and touched Jason's lips and smiled again, then snuggled back into Jason's chest for a few more minutes of shut-eye. In his mind though Jason had some worries about the future and what it would bring. Todd did have legitimate concerns about the where's, the what's, and the how's. However, unlike Todd, Jason had the ability to focus more on the planning and solving than the reacting that Todd did. So that day Jason took it upon himself to start working on some of their problems and have answers before talking to Todd about the final solution. He also thought it might be wise to talk to granny about Todd's nightmares and what he had been going through at the foster homes when he was away from the farm.

"Okay buddy, ready to get up and think about that ride we were going to have today, or do you want to do something else?" Jason asked. If you insist, but you know, I could stay just like this all day."

"Me too, but we did promise Dreamer and Spirit they could go up the mountain today. We wouldn't want to disappoint them would we?"

"Gosh no, what were you thinking staying in bed so late anyway. And what was all that stuff last night? I was dreaming or something about taking a shower in the middle of the night."

"Nothing dear, just don't trip over those wet towels on the floor when you go into the bathroom and let that morning woodie of yours take a big pee."

"Huh?"

"Haha, nothing. Let's get going. I'm just going to throw some jeans and a shirt on and go down to pack the backpacks with some food for us and the horses. We forgot them last time. Are you taking a shower or doing the same?"

"I'll be down in a minute. I'll dress the same for the ride too. Meet 'ya downstairs."

"Okay."

After Jason went downstairs, I picked up the phone and called the testing center where we had taken our AIDS test anonymously. When they answered I gave them the number I was assigned and was told to wait a moment. After about thirty seconds a recorded voice came on, verified my identity by asking me to enter the numbers and some other information, then I had to wait a few more nervous moments, but finally the unemotional voice came back and only said "Negative"; I was so happy I was jumping up and down until I noticed Jason standing in the doorway.

"What's the occasion?"

"Don't you remember what today is? Here, call this number. I'll head down stairs and say good morning to granny while you call."

Off I went, walking a little faster than normal, but mindful of the fact that Jason still didn't know about either test yet. Then I started to worry about Jason's results. What would they do if his was positive? How could he handle that news. No I thought to myself, I'm not falling into that trap again. I'll just wait and see.

"Good morning granny! How are you this fine morning? I love you you know and I appreciate how much you've done for me all these years. I don't know how I would have made it this far without being able to come here during the summers."

"Well there young man, what brought all this on?"

"I don't know, I just feel good today and it's something that I don't say enough to you. I have the best granny in the whole world and now I have the best boyfriend in the whole world. I know we haven't talked about how you feel about Jason and I, but I've been meaning to and we haven't hidden anything from you. I am always honest with you and listen carefully to what you say. So I guess, maybe, I might be asking now... what you do think about the two of us being together."

"Well...in my day this sort'a thing wouldn't be much appreciated or understood by too many people in this community or by family. But I never much cared for what others thought of my business and your grandpa was the same. You know, we had a couple of young men about your age who worked for us in the barns, black boys they were, who were gay and in love the same as you and Jason. They were the best workers we ever had. Always sayin' 'Yes Sir' and 'No Sir', and they were so much in love. But like I said, things were different in those days and people 'round here didn't like 'em being 'round town much, so the boys eventually moved on somewhere where they could be happy together. Every once in a while I get a letter from them letting me know how they are and thanking me for being such a big part of their lives. So...to answer your question young man, you're almost old enough to do as you please without anybody's advice or orders, but I have always loved you and known that you were special just by your gentle nature and the way you handle yourself here. I know you've had a tough life with your parents and all those foster homes and many a night I've lain awake, fretting about your health and how you were going to make out. But you've made it to this point, and now you've found something that a lot of people never really find. That thing is true love. It's not just the words you two boys talk, it's the things I see you do, the way you walk together, the way you move as one. A person my age learns to put more stock in the fruit of the vine than the salesman that sold him the vine. Jason is part of this family now, and I accept the both of you as one, just like I would if you had found yourself a girlfriend and the same thing had happened. To me love is love when it truly comes from the heart and the fruits have shown that you and Jason have that special love. You both have my blessing and love forever."

"Oh granny, I love you so much, Thank you. I'm on the highest cloud today."

"I thought we were going to be on the horses today," said Jason as he walked into the kitchen.

I looked at him, he looked at me and motioned me to come over to where he was standing. I walked over and stood beside him, grabbing his hand as he whispered something into my ear. A big smile spread from one ear to the other on my face as we both announced to granny, "we're not pregnant!"

The astonishment on her face was worth a thousand pictures. "What are you boys babbling about?"

"Remember we told you that we were going to get tested for STD's and other sexually transmitted diseases? We got our test results back this morning and we're both safe and clean of all diseases."

"Well I'll be darned, I wasn't a bit surprised. Back in our day we didn't even think of those things."

Jason spoke up before I could, "We know,, and we wish that it was still that way, but things have changed. Todd and I have made an agreement that we will always be monogamous with each other forever. We love each other and hope you approve of our relationship."

"You'll have to talk to Todd about that...we just finished that conversation. Now, are you boys heading out for a ride today or what?"

"You bet, the backpacks are packed and I stuck some apple treats in for the horses. We should get going Todd."

"Hey Jason, how 'bout camping out at the mountain spot overnight? It's supposed to be warm tonight, we could bring the pup tent and a couple pack rolls on the horses, little extra food and some grain for the horses for tonight in the saddle bags and make a night of it. It would be a nice night to stay out."

"What do you think granny?"

"You always used to love camping out with grandpa, I say have a good time. You know this place like the back of your hand and I never worry about you being in the woods since your grandfather trained you how to survive out there, so have a good time. Just make sure the horses are taken care of and you guys are safe and I'll see you tomorrow sometime."

"Well Jason, what do you say?"

"I'm in. Let's go and grab a few things and we'll get headed out."

After packing the backpacks with food and some plastic bags to put stuff in we wanted to keep cold in the cold stream that ran near the secret spot, a couple hunting knives, matches and some other essentials...and not so essentials...we gathered everything together at the door, gave granny a hug and a kiss and headed down to the barn.

Although I didn't look back, I know that granny was watching us through the window with a smile on her face.

We reached the barn, brought out the horses, brushing them down first, then put on riding blankets, saddles and the rest of the tack...including saddle bags that we filled with the rest of the supplies. Not forgetting extra bed rolls, grain, and a tarp for the ground, we mounted up and headed out of the yard and up through the pasture towards the mountains. Neither of us could wait to get up to the secret spot, but the ride along the way was so beautiful that we found ourselves stopping frequently, once spending time to catch a few trout in a little mountain pond for our dinner that night. Along the way, in broken sentences, I told Jason about the conversation I had had with granny while he was on the phone earlier. He pulled up beside me when I was done. Tears were in his eyes as he told me that he felt so much at home here, not only with me, but with granny, the house, the horses, the farm, Mr. Jenkins and the help...in fact, everything about the farm had become a part of him and I was the crowning jewel. He had never been so happy in his life.

He had also made another call this morning to his parents home and left a message that he needed to talk to them about something important concerning him, a close friend, and school this fall.

"What are you going to tell them?" I asked.

"I not ready to say anything yet until I talk to them. Can you trust me with something until I talk to them?"

"Of course I can, and will," I said. "I trust you with my life."

"Good. No more questions about this, okay?"

"Promise."

"Good. I can't wait to get up to the secret spot and get camp set up. It's like cowboys in the old days, or the old frontiersmen, traveling from town to town, spending nights under the stars, living off the land, taking only what they needed and never leaving anything behind them to speak of their existence. I have come to love that side of your life that I never had the chance to experience. I thought that all there was to life was football, sports, and winning. My father, when he was around, always pushed me so hard to win. Everything was about winning.

'You'll never get anywhere in life if you don't lead the pack; never let others get ahead, do whatever it takes to win; there is no such thing as second place; second place is for wussies. When you get ready to go to the Ivy League College I went to you need to be a leader and a winner...and you need to be ruthless about getting to the top. Look how far it's taken me and how rich we are; how many of your friends have a nanny to take care of them while their parents are away?'

He would constantly hammer into me all of this stuff until I believed it. I guess that's why on the one hand I was part of the bully gang at school and on the other hand I'd come along and let the guys out of the lockers, but I hated him everyday. My mother would stand there and smile, fondling the expensive jewelry around her neck while he berated me time after time. But things will change eventually...and please don't ask, you promised."

"Okay. I guess we're just a couple of messed up guys, huh?"

"Nope. We're two very lucky guys. We both figured out who we really are without getting into trouble...yet....I mean safely, we found each other and fell in love, and we have granny's support and understanding. Plus, we have, at least for the summer, horses, freedom, and all the Indians and cowboys we can conjure up to camp and ride with. What else could a couple of guys our age ask for?"

"Well get along little doggy or we won't make camp until after dark and I'm gettin' mighty hungry."

We put the horses into a gait and sped across the fields and through the woods. What a feeling. Jason was right though. We were lucky in a lot of ways and had spent too much time counting all the bad things in our past instead of the good things we had right now. I decided to try and keep as positive as possible from now on while we had the summer in motion.

We slowed up and walked the last quarter of a mile or so to the secret spot to give the horses a chance to cool off. Our spot was so perfect because it had the fantastic view over the valley, the horses had their own place to munch grass and yet reach the little stream, and we had the perfect flat place to lay out bedrolls and sleep. All around the area was a ring of open hardwoods so that we could see anything coming, and behind them was another series of small fields linked together by small groves of trees similar to where we were camping.

After taking care of the horses and getting them bedded down, we set up our camp and decided to put the tent up because of the mosquito's. I started a good fire and put a few green coniferous branches on top to create smoke to keep them away while Jason lay out the tarp to keep the ground under the tent dry, then up went the tent, in went the bed rolls smelling like horses, followed by the backpacks. We were starving by now, so we ate some sandwiches and roasted marshmallows over the fire. Eventually, after laying side by side out under the stars for some time, we crawled into the tent, opened up the bedrolls and zipped them together into one, undressed and snuggled up together.

Jason had something special planned for tonight in honor of our clean tests, and right now it wasn't sleep. He sat up and told me to roll onto my stomach for a backrub. He sat on my lower back where he could reach me with his long arms. He started rubbing my shoulders, massaging them slowly until he felt a knot of stressed out muscle, which he went after with vigor until I was so relaxed I was like putty. He worked up and down my body, sliding his body down until his stiff dick was sawing deeper and deeper between my willing cheeks as I quickly began to get a hard-on. Sensing my problem, he turned me over and began the same routine on the front, massaging all the muscles until I was so limp I couldn't move. Again he rolled me over and finished massaging my butt cheeks and skinny legs. I heard him messing around in his backpack, then heard his hands rubbing together followed by both of his hands sliding around my butt again. Up my back and down my butt to my calves, back and forth with the lotion he moved. Slowly I spread my legs farther apart each time he made this trip. He took advantage by sliding his hands up and down the crack between my cheeks, lingering there occasionally until I opened my legs farther. This new sensation was incredible and the feelings that shot up and down my nerves sent my brain -- and cock -- into overdrive. He gently lifted my hips up so that my ass was in the air with my face on the blanket. What he did next was so incredible it sent me into overdrive. As he massaged my hole with his finger, in and out, I felt a new sensation. He had replaced his finger with his tongue and was flicking the tip of it around the edges on my pink hole, occasionally forcing it into my hole in an attempt to breach the sphincter within. It wasn't long before he was working a finger and his tongue into my hole, slowly at first, then pulling out and rubbing back and forth again over my waiting hole before sticking his finger back in again, Slowly he moved it in and out, pushing in farther and farther each time. As he did I could feel my butt rise to meet his finger as he pushed it in. The feelings around my hole were driving me wild with sexual intensity and an animal response that I had never felt before. I no longer had any control over my body and moved in time with Jason's twists and foray's into my warm body.

Soon he increased his movements and added a second finger. My butt reacted by rising higher and higher each time. I wanted him in me so bad I wanted to scream out, "fuck me Jason, fuck me," but he had something else in mind.....

Well, if there's a sex scene you might as well start out hot...don't you think?

And these two are fast learners... See everyone next Chapter Barry