SHAWN By Lee Mariner
November 2002
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Chapter #13
I had never stayed in a bed and breakfast before and it was difficult to compare with regular motel/hotels or other places like the Blackhawke. I could tell though that it was a lot more like being a guest in someone's home then in a motel. For one thing there were less people but we hadn't seen anybody besides Mr. & Mrs. Corey. The décor was more personal and not designed with every piece of furniture matching and in its own place, not commercial.
There were 4 more doors on the 2nd floor and from the spacing I assumed they opened on rooms as spacious as mine and Shawn's was. The stairway up from the 1st floor too the 2nd, wrapped around leading on up too the 3rd. The floors and stairway looked to be made of black walnut and were highly polished. Woven Persian runners were on the 2nd floor with non-skid rubber treads on the stairway steps. The walls were wainscoted with a lighter wood from the floor base moldings about 36" in width and finished with a black walnut chair rail separating between the wainscot and the light gray wallpaper. There were several pictures hanging by cords attached too a black walnut crown molding and the ceiling was a soft pale cream white. Whoever had built the house had taken great pains in the design and construction. It was hard imagining the Corey's taking care of the house alone. I found out later that their twin teenage grandsons did most of the heavy cleaning and maintenance.
Surprisingly enough, the stairs did not squeak as Shawn and I went downstairs, as most did, attesting to the solid construction of the house. A faint scent of lavender seemed to be in the house but the delicious odor of roast beef overcame it the closer we got too the side porch where Mr. Corey had said his wife had set up a small buffet. He had understated what his wife had furnished; you could have fed an army on what was laid out. Thick slices of roast beef, garnished boiled potatoes, creamed peas, carrot and raisin salad, a choice of scones or biscuits. A large self-serve silver coffee urn stood at the end of the table with several clear glass cups and saucers with matching plates and glasses. The flatware was highly polished stainless steel and that showed the Corey's were sensible enough and not put temptation before their guests by furnishing a silver service. Mrs. Corey was putting a few final touches too the table when we walked in.
"Mrs. Corey, your husband said you had set up a small buffet. You could serve quite a few people with this." I said admiringly.
"It's not much Mr. Karper. Operating a bed and breakfast you learn quickly which foods can be stored safely and those that cannot. The meat can be kept in the refrigerator or it can be frozen, the potatoes are easy to use as home fries in the mornings if they aren't all eaten. Vegetables can always be frozen for later and the scones and biscuits take very little time in preparing. We have never served store bought bread, only what you see and cornbread either flat or fritters. I keep a loaf of bread for my grandsons when they are here helping out, younger generation you know." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Grandsons?" Shawn said. "Are they the youngsters your husband mentioned?"
"Yes, but he doesn't call them youngsters when they are here which, thankfully, is often. We probably would have sold out long ago if it weren't for their helping us. They are both 18 and in their last year of high school." She said with a smile.
"They are both 18 Mrs.Corey?" I asked.
"Yes, didn't I say they are twins? Good sturdy New England stock, the both of them. We, Elwin and I, even have a hard time telling them apart. They are like two peas in the same pod. They live in Morrisville up the road a piece with our son and his wife. They should be here tomorrow to see Mr. Michael's. We are hoping that he will see fit to keep them on. Jobs are hard to find in Vermont right now and too many young people leave for that reason. I had better bring the coffee out; Mr. Michaels should be here shortly. Will you excuse me?" She said quietly and left walking to a door that must lead into her kitchen.
Leaning a little closer, I whispered in Shawn's ear, "I wonder if they look as much alike as you and Mark do naked."
"Kevin!!" He said turning, his eyes sparkling.
"Well you do and you know it. Except for your hair and eyes you could almost be twins."
"Maybe except in one department Kev. He is just a little shy but not by much." He said grinning at me.
I felt just a little pang of jealousy when he said that but I countered. "That means he doesn't match me then, doesn't it?"
"In more ways than just that Kev." He breathed softly. "Lets go out on the front porch."
The porch was wide and wrapped around three sides of the house. One side had been enclosed and that was where Mrs. Corey had set up the buffet. The front of the house and the other side had several cushioned wicker rockers and chairs with two or three matching tables.
Shawn and I pulled two of the rockers away from the outside house wall off too the side of the steps we had came up, giving us a clear view of the driveway. There was a lone street lamp at a curve in the highway but other then that the night was pitch black. The stars twinkling brilliantly in the black sky seem so much brighter then they did when you looked at them in the city. It was cool but not uncomfortable and I sat there not thinking about anything in particular, just enjoying the solitude and being with Shawn.
"Beautiful isn't it Kev? The trees and the hills with the quiet all around you, it reminds me a little of back home."
"Do you miss Kentucky Shawn?" I said, taking his hand in mine.
"Yeah, lots of times." He said twisting in his chair looking at me. "Sometimes I wish I could have gone too college back home but the scholarship was to good to pass up and none of the schools there were offering a full scholarship. My mom wanted me to stay at home and go too school but my dad said if I wanted an education I had to take the Boston offer. Dad didn't have much education and he knew the only way I was going to get one is by going away. There was no way a scratch farmer could afford the cost. We all knew it, even mom but she said we'd make out somehow."
"Do you regret making the decision to leave?"
Shawn started to answer when the storm door opened and Mr. Corey came out carrying lap blankets over his arm and a tray.
"Mrs. Corey thought you youngsters might need a couple of blankets and some hot coffee out here. Our Vermont nights can get a little cool and damp if you aren't used too them." He said.
"Gee Mr. Corey, thanks. Let me get a table." Shawn said getting up and retrieving a small table so he could sit the tray down.
"Are you sure you don't want something to eat? Mr. Michaels and his nephew might not be here for a little while yet."
"Thanks Mr. Corey but I think we will wait. Have you met Mr. Michaels nephew?" I asked.
"No, he just called him by name, Mark I think. He said he was going too college in Delaware but I don't remember if he said which one. I better get back inside and see if the Mrs. needs any more help. She'll worry herself sick until they get here. Worries about everything it seems the older we get. You enjoy the coffee, that thermos will keep it good and hot." He said handing me the two blankets he had brought with him.
The coffee was hot and the blankets did help. Mr. Corey had brought mugs instead of cups and they warmed our hands.
"Did you hear him call us youngsters Shawn? He calls his grandsons youngster according too Mrs. Corey so I guess young people are youngsters too him."
"Yeah, he reminds me of my grandfather except gramps always called me "hoss". He called most everyone by that nickname except adults whom he knew." He said and then leaned over whispering in my ear. "We were on the farm once and took a piss behind the barn. He saw my cock and whistled telling me I was going to be a real stud when I grew up. I was 16 then."
"He was right." I said squeezing his hand tight.
We sat quietly for a few minutes sipping the hot coffee. With the blankets over our legs and the coffee it was kind of cozy even outside in the coolness.
"Kev. You asked me if I regretted leaving Kentucky and going too Boston. Sometimes I do. I miss being at home but not as much now as I did last year. I had to take a bus and after I registered and all that's when it really hit me. My roommate was from Brockton and I think he resented being stuck with a jock for a roomie and not an academic brain. He was studying Computer Science and Accounting. Like they say, it doesn't compute with physical education and athletics."
"That is not entirely true Shawn. Computers are being used more and more in sports medicine and learning the most efficient way for athletes to train."
"I've read about the things they are doing with computers but I don't think Lester, my roommate, had any ideas about sports and computers. You should have seen him, built like a bird. He wouldn't even undress in front of me, always in the bathroom."
"You might want to look into it when we get too Boston. It could be something you might like and take a few of the courses as a minor." I said smiling at his description of his roommate along with visions of Shawn stripping with him in the room. Smooth sleek muscles rippling, broad shoulders tapering too his hourglass waist. Mostly his big cock hanging down over his balls like a sleeping python its head peeking out. My cock stirred in my crotch thinking about it. I could almost empathize with Lester; Shawn is magnificently awesome dressed but more so naked.
"Kev, Kevin!!"
"What? Sorry Shawn, I was thinking about something else. What were you saying?"
"Nothing, I was looking at your face, you were on another planet. What were you smiling about? Not about me taking computer courses?"
"No, I was thinking about what you said about your roomie Lester, about him undressing in the bathroom. I had a vision of him in a panic if you stripped all sweaty in front of him with your muscles rippling and bulging, that big cock of yours in his face." I said still smiling.
"He was kind of funny sometimes but I like what you were thinking about." Shawn said leaning towards me.
"Easy Shawn. I get just as horny as you but lets save it for when we are in our room. One of the Corey's could pop out of the door. We don't know what they know about Mark's uncle and they might get upset."
"There you go, being logical again. I guess your right but it doesn't do my nuts any good."
"And you think you are alone? Later lover, I think this is Mark and his uncle coming up the drive." I said standing and laying the blanket on the back of the chair.
The porch lights came on and Mr. and Mrs. Corey came out the front door almost as Shawn and I stood up. They glanced in our direction before stepping too the edge of the porch.
"This must be them now." Mr. Corey said walking down the porch steps while his wife waited. They probably did not recognize Mark's red Mustang.
"Kev, that's not Mark driving." Shawn whispered in my ear. "No it isn't. That would be his uncle Lee Michaels. Remember the portraits in Lake George?"
"Oh yeah." Shawn breathed softly. "If he looks anything like that painting, no wonder he and Mark are lov..."
"Ah,ah, we don't know that." I said cutting in.
Mark got out of the car on the passenger side and looked up at Shawn and I standing off to the side. His face broke into a big smile and he waved and we waved back. His uncle bounced up the steps with the same athletic grace we had seen in Mark, a big smile on his face.
"Elwin, it's good seeing you again." He said extending his hand. "Mrs. Corey, how are you?"
"We are well Mr. Michaels. Your guests have already arrived." Mr. Corey said shaking the extended hand as they walked on up the steps.
"Good, sorry we are a little late. Mark and I had a little trouble getting out of Albany. There was some kind of conference going on for young lawyers or something like that. The motel was swamped and it took us a little longer checking out." He said turning towards us.
I couldn't remember seeing a man that exuded the confidence and geniality he did. He had dark eyes and wavy brown hair and his clothing fit like it was tailored and probably was. The face was exactly as his portrait and the fit of his clothes seemed to emphasize the fitness of his body. It was obvious that charisma ran in the family. He and Mark both had it and you could almost feel it enveloping you.
"Kevin, right and you are Shawn." He said extending his hand towards me and switching his gaze too Shawn. "Mark has told me a lot about you. I was hoping you would take up his invitation and meet us here."
I couldn't help but wonder what Mark had told him about Shawn and I as I shook his hand. His grip was firm and warm, his eyes intense, not wavering. "His invitation surprised us but we couldn't very well turn it down Mr. Michaels."
"I'm glad you didn't and please, call me Lee. Mark, you need some help with those bags?" He said turning away.
His turning away was not like a dismissal; it was just the next thing to be done.
"I think I can make it Uncle Lee. Maybe Shawn or Kevin could help me. You go on in with Mr. & Mrs. Corey."
"Okay, I'll meet you on the side porch. I bet Mrs. Corey has her roast beef buffet set up and I'm starved." Lee said wrapping his arms around their shoulders.
Shawn and I bounced down the steps taking them two at a time. Mark had the trunk lid up and when we got too him he wrapped his arms around us both with a kiss on the cheek. His arms felt like steel bands and his eyes flashed. "I was hoping you would be here." He said still hugging us.
"We won't be able to help you Mark if you break our ribs." I groaned.
"Yeah dude, you don't know your own strength." Shawn said "and you don't need help with two suitcases."
"I know but I got to give you a hug didn't I?"
"I'll send you the bill after we see a chiropractor for an adjustment. Shawn's right, I damn near couldn't breath."
"Sorry, I just got a little excited seeing you. What do you think about Uncle Lee?"
"He looks almost like his picture in your bedroom." Shawn said snickering.
"Almost?"
"Yeah, he's dressed." I said picking up on Shawn's gibe.
Mark hesitated for just a minute and then broke out in a big smile his teeth and eyes flashing. "Yeah, I see what you mean." He said taking one of the bags and handing the other too Shawn.
We heard Lee talking with the Corey's and we took their bags on up too their room. Their room was almost the same as ours with only a few differences. Mark flung his windbreaker on the bed.
"How was your trip over?" He asked turning too us. His tight pullover showed the beauty of his chiseled chest and he ran his thumbs around his waist under his belt drawing the shirt even tighter.
"Smooth and the ferry boat was exciting for Shawn. We stopped for gas not far from Ausable Chasm but we didn't stop there." I said glancing at Shawn, briefly thinking about Doug in the men's room.
"We saw Ben and Jerry's when we came off the interstate. We have to go there before we leave." Shawn said excitedly.
"There are quite a few places we can go while Uncle Lee is taking care of his business. We better join him before he cleans the buffet out. I haven't eaten since this morning."
"Neither have we except for a couple of drinks and chips we got at the gas station when we stopped." Shawn said putting his arm around my shoulders as we followed Mark.
Mark was close to being right or at least it seemed that way. Lee was sitting at one of the small tables with a large plate of Mrs. Corey's roast beef and vegetables and what looked like a mixed drink. He looked up grinning as we walked in.
"I was beginning to wonder if you guys were coming down or not. The Corey's have retired and we have the place too ourselves. Help yourselves it is delicious. It's going to be hard replacing Mrs. Corey, Mark." He said taking a sip from his drink, looking up at us.
"Would you guys like a drink? There is beer in the fridge in the kitchen through that door and a bottle of scotch in the sideboard if you like scotch."
"I'll have a beer. Shawn said. "What about you and Mark, Kev."
"I'll just have water, you guys get what you want." Mark said filling his plate.
"If you don't mind Shawn, bring me a glass of water while your in the kitchen, I think I'll try the scotch."
"You better get some ice unless you drink it neat Kevin." "Shawn is more of a beer drinker then I am Lee. I like bourbon but scotch will do." I said following Mark at the buffet.
We sat eating for a few minutes quietly and Shawn was up in 5 minutes for another beer. Lee was right the food was delicious.
Lee hadn't completely finished his food when he leaned back pouring a little more scotch in his glass.
"Mark tells me the both of you are on your way too Boston, going to B/U. Good school. Are you registered?"
"Shawn is, it's his second year. I'm going to have my transcripts faxed up so I can register. I dropped out of college after my first year." I said.
"Smart idea Kevin. Are you going to pickup on the majors you had before you dropped out?"
"Business administration and accounting. I might pickup computer science as a minor. It's going to be a little rough after being out for almost a year but I think I can handle it. Especially with Shawn being there." I said glancing at him.
"We are going to look for an apartment when we get there." Shawn said. "I lived in the dorms last year and that sucks."
"That's a good idea if you can afford it. Mark will be with me this year but he didn't spend that much time in the dorms last year, did you?" He said rumpling Mark's hair.
"Nooooo, I didn't." Mark said flushing a little. "Tell them all of it Uncle Lee, you had a connection with the Dean of Students and that helped."
"Yes I did. Hamilton owed me a couple of favors. It helps knowing people."
"Especially those that can help in given circumstances Lee." I said quietly.
"That, Kevin, I learned a long time ago. It never hurts if you can form friendships gay or straight especially in business circles. A close friend of mine and Mark's, who lives in Louisville taught me that."
"My grandfather told me much the same thing Lee, before he died. He always said it is not so much who you knew but who you could rely on that counted."
"A smart man Kevin. Are you guys about ready too hit the sack? I am bushed. We can talk tomorrow and see what you guys have in mind. Mark mentioned something about having lunch at the Austrian Tea House at the Von Tropps."
"I mentioned it. Shawn has never been up this way and I thought we would see a few places before we head for Boston."
"Don't forget Ben and Jerry's Kevin. We gotta go there." Shawn tossed in.
"Me too Shawn." Mark said. "I love their fudge ripple."
"And it takes you a couple of weeks on the Bowflex after you stuff yourself." Lee said.
"Look who's talking about stuffing? He dies for the black walnut and it takes him longer then me getting rid of it." Mark said ducking his uncle's playful punch.
I felt a little guilty leaving dirty dishes on the table but Lee said Mrs. Corey would get them in the morning so we left them. The scotch had me feeling pretty warm and as we walked up the steps I slipped my arm around Shawn's waist laying my head against his shoulder and I heard Lee talking too Mark.
"Tired Sport? It's been a pretty long day."
"Ummmm yeah, a little." Mark said looking at his uncle.
"We have a couple of days before we head back." Lee said taking Mark's hand.
"I've missed you." Mark said softly.
"Me too." Lee said as softly.
Someone would have to be blind if they did not see the connection between the two of them. From the way they looked at each other, their eyes spoke more about their feelings then words did. I wondered if Shawn saw it and I squeezed his waist a little tighter.
When I closed the door too our room, Shawn slipped his arms around me. I could taste the beer as he kissed me and I'm sure he tasted the scotch. His body was warm and I could feel the energy flowing through him into me.
"Did you see the way they looked at each other Shawn?" I said, a little breathless from his kiss.
"Yep, sure did. They might be uncle and nephew but you can see how much they love each other. Mark had a different look then when we were in Lake George with him. He looked radiant if that's the right word." Shawn said taking his arms from around me.
"Do you feel that we will love each other the way they do?" I said starting to undress.
"No, not like they do but the way we do. The way I feel about you is not the same. People love each other in different ways Kev." He said taking his shirt off. "I've read about incest and the books make it sound dirty but there is nothing dirty about what Lee and Mark feel for each other. What they feel goes a lot deeper then sex. How can anyone call the love between two people dirty just because they are related?"
"You mean that if you had a brother or an uncle you would go too bed with them?"
"I would if they felt the same way, why not? I had sex with a cousin of mine and I didn't feel ashamed about it. I guess there is a sort of love between cousins but I didn't feel that way about Donnie when we had sex."
"You haven't told me about that Shawn." I said sitting beside him on the bed.
"There wasn't much to it. We both were 15, he was good looking and I had the feeling that I wanted sex with him but he was my cousin. We both were in what they call the experimenting stage. I knew I felt different when I was around boys but I didn't suspect Donnie felt the same way. I don't think he really did feel for boys, I think he just wanted to find out what it was like. We both had jerked off together in the barn but we weren't naked. We pulled our cocks out and jerked off. Most of the time we would see a couple of the farm animals doing something and we got horny. We'd look at each other, grin and head for the loft or somewhere we could be alone and jerk off. Donnie had a cock about the same size as me except he didn't have a foreskin. It really excited me watching his cock getting hard and then jerking off."
"You never jerked each other off? Lots of guys do that." I asked.
"Nah, I wanted too but I didn't have the nerve.
"That's not having sex with each other Kev, that's just jerking off."
"The sex came later when we were skinny dipping. It was hot and we were suckering tobacco getting all sticky from the juice. He asked if I wanted to take a swim and we ran down too a stream that runs through his daddy's farm. After we swam, we were laying on the bank drying off and Donnie started playing with his cock. I got horny watching and my cock was hard. We both were jerking off when he reached for mine and started jerking me off. It felt great and I didn't stop him but when he raised up and rolling over he kissed me, I sort of panicked not expecting that and I pulled away. We just looked at each other for a few minutes and he told me he had been wanting to do it. Both of us were horny as hell so we played with each other and then he rolled on top of me and we kissed grinding our cocks together until we both shot our loads. It really felt great but I don't guess you could really call it having sex. We just rubbed each other and kissed."
"You and your cousin didn't do anything after that?"
"Nah, I guess Donnie felt worse about it then I did. I wanted too but he sort of avoided it. We jerked off a few more times but we never did anything together after that." He said standing up, his thick hard cock waving in front of my face.
He stood over me, his dark brown eyes gleaming, breathing hard. "Suck it Kev baby." He said huskily.
I grabbed his cheeks and pulling him closer, his cock slipping between my lips. The oozing precum tasted bitter sweet and I ran my tongue under his foreskin hearing Shawn groan.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Suck it dry."
His cock was hot and throbbing, precum flowing. I sucked him for a few minutes and then slid up on the bed holding my arms up too him. Shawn lay beside me and we kissed before he twisted around and took my cock in his mouth. We deep throated each other and slowly, firmly developed a combined thrusting motion. We hadn't showered and the musky sweaty odor from his crotch excited me more. His cock was throbbing in my mouth and throat and I could feel his juice and mine ready to explode. A soft deep groan escaped from both of us, our muscles tightening and bolts of lightening like feelings shot through us as we swallowed thick streams of hot cream. My cock was rock hard and Shawn's had swollen almost choking me as we both sent our sperm gushing into quivering gripping gulping throats. We both lost control for a few seconds driving our cocks as deep as we could before collapsing. Stripping the last remaining drops of Shawn's sperm was always exciting for me and I squeezed his cock tight with my lips. He was sucking and draining the last of my sperm from my softening cock the same way I was. The afterglow of mutual climax flowed over us and we lay quietly our tongues licking each other's soft cocks, cleaning the residue that still oozed out.
Shawn twisted around again and we kissed tasting each other on or tongues and in our mouths. He propped his head up with one hand looking down at me and I saw what I wanted in the depths of his soft brown eyes. "I love you Kevin." He whispered softly.
"I know and I love you."
We pulled the blankets up over us and with Shawn's strong arms around me we slipped off too sleep. Nothing was on my mind except how safe I felt.