The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in a location where it is not allowed, please depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.
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Chapter 33 New Links
The Thomas Construction Site
Once Hal and Boyd were back at the site, Boyd stopped briefly to tell Ted Kortas, his foreman, that the charges against him had been dropped, receiving a pat on the butt for the good news, before making a beeline for Yuki. The pat from the hot Greek, whom Boyd had begun to regard as an older brother, added another pump of blood to Boyd's already aroused dick, which grew even more when he saw the brothers Hamada working together. 'I know it's shallow,' Boyd thought, 'but the very sight of them sets me on fire, especially my dick. I'm hard up. But it's more than that.' "Hi guys," he greeted Kenji and Yuki.
"You okay?" Yuki asked, concerned, rising from kneeling beside Kenji.
"I'm great," Boyd answered, stopping his long-legged gait immediately in front of the young men, sliding his hands into his back pockets, giving the brothers a radiant smile, inadvertently making the bulge in the front of his jeans prominent, not an uncommon phenomenon when he was working in their vicinity. Kenji sometimes teased Yuki about keeping Boyd so aroused that blood flow to his brain was impeded, explaining why Boyd behaved dumbstruck so often. "No legal problems anymore," Boyd explained. "They just melted away because of Hal's lawyer and a gay police officer."
"A GAY police officer?" Yuki asked. "Was he hot?" Kenji chuckled at his horny young brother's question and winked at Boyd who grinned back.
"Uh-huh. Black, tall, shoulders a mile wide, eyes that look deep inside you, but nice too. He and Hal's lawyer are a couple, I think. But neither one of them could hold a candle to you," Boyd said to Yuki.
'Damn, HE's hot,' Boyd thought, looking at Yuki's tee-clad chest, revealing developing pecs. Boyd's eyes slid down Yuki's flat stomach to check out his slim waist and then his crotch, which featured a slight mound in his cargo shorts. 'Bet I can make it bigger,' Boyd thought. He reached out, placing his hands on the balls of Yuki's shoulders, squeezing gently: "Yuki, would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?"
A small smile was born on Yuki's face. It never failed to start Boyd's heart racing. Yuki turned to glance at Kenji, who winked back, grinning, watching his younger brother's face. Turning back to Boyd, Yuki answered in a breathy, sultry tone: "Yes, I want to go out on a date with you, Boyd." Kenji nearly laughed out loud when he saw Boyd's nostrils flare. Yuki's mouth dropped open a bit, aware that his mischievous response to the invitation had had a greater effect than he'd ever imagined, greater than he'd had on any other man, including his hot brother-lover.
'Oh, Man,' Kenji thought, 'Tonight I'm going to tell Max that he has to make his nostrils flare like that for me. Then I'm going to attack him'
"Good," Boyd answered. "Hal and I worked the details out on the way back from his lawyer's office. Drew and he and you and I are double-dating tonight. We're having dinner out together and then attending a Renegades game."
"Huh?" Yuki exclaimed. Kenji had to bite his lip to stifle another chuckle. Clearly, this arrangement wasn't what Yuki had envisioned when he imagined himself with Boyd for an intimate evening. 'It's good that Yuki isn't always running the show,' Kenji thought. 'And he'll do it if Boyd allows it or isn't on his toes.'
"Don't worry, Baby; we're splitting up after the game," Boyd said, adopting Yuki's game by speaking softly and seductively, moving his thumbs in small circles on the front of Yuki's shoulders.
Yuki shivered a bit. This man exerted an entirely different effect on him than any man he'd ever met. His feelings about Boyd started with his lanky, handsome, true-blue wholesomeness and honesty. Somewhere inside, where Yuki was beginning to mature, he knew these were qualities he needed. They made him feel accepted, okay with himself. Young as he was, he knew from his experience with Kenji that they were values that would be important to the health of their relationship. 'What's going on?' he thought. 'I'm hot for this man and I'm thinking about values? . . . Well, I guess it's because Boyd will be like Kenji to me.' He liked Boyd's claiming him as his "baby."
The Winston Construction Company Trailer
Hal wasted no time calling Drew from his office. "A what with whom?" Drew squawked at the phone in response to Hal's request for his presence on a double date with Boyd and Yuki. Hal had left the office door open, so he knew Angie could hear. She was probably smiling, envisioning the look on Drew's face.
"A double date with Boyd and Yuki. It will be their first date. You and I are still trying to get started. Our presence could make it work better for them, maybe for all of us. Take some pressure off. And if Boyd's with us, he can't interrupt our date this time," Hal said, chuckling. "We can have a bite to eat before tonight's Renegades game, which we'll attend together. After the game, they'll take off to be alone."
'Is he doing this for us, or is he interested in Boyd?' Drew asked himself, 'Now Drew,' he answered himself, 'don't go off half-cocked the way you did when you left the police station the night Hal went to help Boyd. That was unbecoming of you; you didn't give the situation a chance to be other than what you decided it was. So choose to give them that benefit now. I don't know how, but this could be the boost you and Hal need to get it back together.'
Hal listened to the silence, understanding that Drew's mental machinery was flying at warp speed, working out what all this meant for him and, Hal hoped, for them. "Um-hum," Drew responded with a hint of sass. "Any chance your creaky old bones will be up to anything special after the game as those two young studs will be? It is supposed to be a date, after all." Drew was grinning, his challenge delivered.
"I beg your pardon. I'm not the old, seasoned professional," Hal shot back, loving their movement into bantering - a new phase in their relationship. Before their breakup, Drew was so watchful, almost dutiful, trying strenuously to do nothing to introduce difficulties into their relationship, trying to fulfill every expectation HE thought Hal had for him. Sometimes it had left Hal feeling as though they were walking on broken glass. Since Brett's departure from the scene, Drew had become sassy, challenging Hal now and again. At first it had been defensive, but it had moderated into something playful, maybe a little loving from time to time. Hal liked it. Kept him on his toes. And Drew always managed to surprise him. It also meant Drew was concentrating on him, which always made Hal feel great.
"Professional what?" Drew asked with attitude. "And watch that 'old' stuff. I don't know what that's supposed to mean. If you're a good little boy, you may find out about the seasoned part, but I'll warn you, it's spicy and it's fiery." Hal threw his head back and roared, generating images of several interpretations of Drew's words. At her desk, Angie had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle her own laughter. She didn't know what Drew had said, but she knew he could be humorous or bracing when he cut loose with the language. It had been too long since Hal laughed like that.
Max, Kenji, and Yuki's Home
Boyd nervously approached the door to Max's and Kenji's home, running his moves through his mind, ringing the doorbell and then jamming his hands in his pockets, looking up and down the street. It was a nice neighborhood, clean, neat, lots of space, headed in the direction of upscale, not like the street where he had a room. 'I wonder how long it will be before I live on a street like this?'
Just then the door opened. Max smiled the instant he saw Boyd, pushing the door open, holding out his hand for a shake, and welcoming Boyd inside. Kenji walked in from the hall, greeting Boyd warmly. "Yuki will be right along, Boyd. Have a seat."
As Boyd moved to a chair in the living room, he mused about how this scene was just like a date with a girl. The guy sitting with the distrustful but polite parents in the parlor, awaiting the arrival of their daughter, probably remembering their hopes on their first date, maybe even replaying scenes from that evening, and then eyeing the boy suspiciously. When Yuki walked in carrying a backpack, Boyd was all eyes. Yuki was wearing a maroon Renegades tee, but instead of his usual cargoes, he was wearing tight shorts, very much on the "short" side, white anklets, and white tennis shoes. His slim, muscular legs with their tight curves looked good! 'Oh damn,' Boyd thought, 'I didn't think he could get any hotter, but look at this. It's like I suddenly am seeing more of him than ever before.'
For his part, Yuki was glad Boyd had chosen a black tee and cargoes instead of his usual jeans. It allowed Yuki to assess those long, sports-developed calves and slim ankles rarely seen because Boyd wore jeans everywhere except the gym. Light hair dusted the surface of those legs. 'What is it about long legs that turn me on?' Yuki wondered.
"Well, we'd better head out to meet Hal and Drew," Boyd announced, rising, walking over to Yuki, sliding an arm around his waist, and pulling him in for a peck on the mouth. This was the bold move that had made him so nervous, and he was surprised he had to courage to go through with it. But he knew he was going to when he saw Yuki, realizing that he'd dressed to please and maybe arouse him. He wanted them all to know that Yuki had succeeded. Boyd also intended that everyone would understand his intentions toward Yuki, who loved the kiss. Max and Kenji shared a smile.
As they took their leave and were walking out to Boyd's pickup, he asked, "You need a backpack?"
"I thought I should bring some clothes in case I didn't get back home tonight."
Boyd blushed as he sat in the driver's seat. Yuki loved seeing his man blush. It was a positive reaction, after all. "Count on it," Boyd responded. Yuki scooted over closer to Boyd as they backed out of the driveway to head toward the cafeteria where they were meeting Hal and Drew. Boyd was grooving on the signals Yuki was sending him. He knew he hadn't felt so good about himself in a long time.
Drew's Home
Drew was sitting on the steps of his front porch, his elbows on his knees, when Hal's pickup glided onto the driveway. Drew looked good in a dark blue denim sports shirt, which contrasted with his white blond hair. Light shorts, white anklets and tennis shoes completed the look. Hal found Drew's smile radiant. He was glad he'd decided to wear shorts and a sports shirt too. Stupid as it may be, he felt that Drew's and his chance had been opened up again. Could they make a go of it?
It seemed Drew almost bounced to the passenger side of the pickup, opening the door and climbing inside. 'I think my man's happy to see me,' Hal told himself. He smiled, watching Drew pull him self up and into the high cab, remembering all the times Drew groused about having to hoist his shorter frame into Hal's pickup. Hal always thought he looked so cute climbing up, reminding him how he liked Drew's being diminutive. Once inside the cab, Drew scooted over toward Hal, putting a hand behind his neck and pulling him into a short, hot kiss. 'Now this is different,' Hal thought, feeling a jerk in his cock. It resulted in the flash of an idea that Hal would mull over through the evening, liking it the more he thought about it.
As both couples made their way to the cafeteria, they seemed unable to sustain any conversation. Silence became the ruling dynamic. All four guys tried desperately to think of something that would spark a genuine conversation, but because their subterranean processes were so focused on finally being with each one's date, on their worries and fears about it's not working out, silence reigned.
Luby's Cafeteria
Unbeknownst to the others, each of the guys was a little rattled by the silence that had descended upon them as they made their way to meet their buddies, an occurrence quite other than what they had expected. Each had hoped that joining the other couple would break the silence. Not so. They were glad that their initial time in Luby's was taken up sliding trays down the long railings in front of the food service area and making choices for their dinners. Drew led their way to a table a little distance from other diners.
Having gathered at the table and begun their meals, mischief gleamed in Yuki's eyes. "My boy's so timid," Yuki said to Drew, reaching over and covering Boyd's hand with his own. Boyd's head pitched back as though asking, "What's this scam?"
Drew grinned conspiratorially, reaching over and covering Hal's hand with his own. "Tell me about it. My boy covers his crotch with his hands while he's still in his boxers. When I hid his boxers and bought him thongs, he tried to cover both areas. Talk about Willy and the Hand Jive!" The men all laughed, Hal the loudest.
"I've yet to see the tight curves of my boy's ass," Yuki upped the ante in responding. "I don't even know if they're covered in soft brown down or are smooth as a baby's butt." Boyd's monster smile announced his enjoyment of hearing Yuki talk about his body this way. He knew now that Yuki had studied it and tried to imagine what he looked like naked. His eyes were watching Yuki hotly.
"My man is so lewd," Hal joined in the game, talking to Boyd, "that the minute we walk in the door, off come his clothes. He prances and preens as though he were getting paid." Drew's head cocked to one side, a warning gleam in his eyes about the implications of being paid.
Before Drew could cut loose with a rejoinder, Boyd jumped in. "My man's smooth in or out of bed. His creamy skin is like warm satin. That's why I like to run my raspy tongue up his inner thighs." Upon hearing Boyd's words, Yuki's smile fled as all saw him shiver, staring at Boyd, imagining . . . .
Gradually, their appetites and the press of time brought their badinage to a halt, but the flow of conversation had started, moving to swapping details about the Renegades' opponent in the evening's match up.
The Renegades' Ball Park
As always, Rich Adams was in the stands, watching his life partners, Wes Stanfield and Carl Rogers, warm up before the game. Because he hadn't had a chance to get to know Yuki and Boyd much the one time they'd been at Murphy's Gym together, as soon as he spotted them heading toward him in the stands, he studied them, realizing that the signs he'd detected about an attraction between the two young men, at least on Boyd's part, were genuine. As the four men made their way over to him, he noticed Boyd's hand placed caringly and possessively on Yuki's lower back. Rich chuckled to himself, realizing how Boyd's hand - hell, any man's hand in that position on the waist of those short shorts - was itching to slide down onto Yuki's trim, little ass. Yuki's grin told him Boyd's gesture was most welcome.
As they often did during warm-up when they spotted members of the crew in the stands, Wes and Carl trotted over to welcome the guys. They appreciated Yuki's and Boyd's star-struck reactions. The four guys and Rich climbed down a few rows to meet the two Renegades players and exchange greetings. "These dudes are double-dating," Rich exclaimed, earning varying degrees of glares from the four daters.
"Ou-u-u-u-u-u, Daddy," Wes replied to Rich, "may we date them too? A triple with a double? Talk about having the bases loaded!" The men laughed, joking and kibitzing briefly before Wes and Carl had to return to the team. The four guys went back to their places a few rows above the playing field and started discussing the game. The silence and stiffness of the earlier evening never returned. The game was rousing, resulting in a close Renegades victory. After the game, all said their good-byes as they went their separate ways.
Boyd's Rooming House
Unlike their demeanor before the game, Boyd and Yuki were full of conversation about the game and the evening on the drive to Boyd's room. As they neared the rooming house, Yuki noted the narrower streets with old, two- story frame houses closely crowded together, some with signs in the front yard advertising rooms for rent. There wasn't much in the way of landscaping to relieve the spare nature of the neighborhood. It was a far cry from Yuki's part of town.
Once inside the front door, they climbed creaky, dusty steps to the second floor where they proceeded down a hall. "There's the john," Boyd gestured to the end of the hall, sliding his key into a couple of locks on a door. "And here's home," he said, as he opened the door, gesturing Yuki to enter. Like the neighborhood, Boyd's small room could be described as spare and spartanly clean. One didn't notice it because of the small space, but as Yuki took in the furnishings, he realized that what he saw was bare-bones living. There was a double bed and nightstand; a reading chair and lamp table, showing signs of years of use; a small, scarred table and two chairs in one corner in a kitchen-like area, which had a sink, microwave, and hotplate, a wall cabinet, and a refrigerator cube. An old chest of drawers with a small TV on top and a small closet completed the amenities.
'How does he stand to live here?' Yuki asked himself. 'I'd go crazy cooped up in this small space. And he's so big. Imagine spending a whole weekend here.' Yuki began to appreciate the challenges Boyd had faced and the stoic way he'd handled them. He hated the way his reaction to Boyd's room made him sound superior and disloyal to Boyd. He'd already heard how Boyd's family had thrown him out without any financial support. 'Boy, am I lucky that Max and Kenji took me in. I might have had to live someplace like this.' He still felt guilty about his reaction.
Boyd immediately pulled Yuki into an embrace, playing by a script he'd already practiced in his mind many times since Yuki agreed to the date. He stooped down a bit, wrapping an arm around Yuki's waist, slowly sliding him up his long body into a passionate kiss, one that Yuki joined in equal measure. Boyd loved feeling a hard knot in the crotch of Yuki's shorts as he slid up Boyd's body. The entire evening had kindled their desire for each other, so it was some time before they broke the kiss. When it was clear that Boyd wasn't going to put him down immediately, Yuki wrapped his legs around Boyd's waist. "I've waited all evening to do that right," Boyd said, nibbling on Yuki's lips as he caressed Yuki's small ass and ran his hand over Yuki's back, squeezing his shoulders and neck.
"Me too," Yuki said as he moved into another passionate kiss with the man holding him. Again, he sensed the difference in his feelings with this man as opposed to the few men in whose company he'd been.
When the two broke the kiss for a breath, Boyd whispered, "Sorry about the room." Boyd began searching Yuki's face for signs that Yuki was turned off by the surroundings. "It's all I can afford right now." Yuki realized that they both would make an opportunity to express their most immediate fear about the other's first impression.
"It's got the most important comfort," Yuki stated. "YOU - only you've got too many clothes on. Let's take care of that and then visit your bed."
Boyd walked them over to the bed, inviting Yuki to join in tongue kisses. As they reached the bed, they moved into a deep kiss, taking turns frenching each other. When they broke the kiss, Yuki was already pulling Boyd's shirt out of his shorts. As soon as it was loose, he was running his hands over the smooth, warm skin beneath.
Boyd signaled to Yuki that he wanted him to drop his feet to the floor. Once standing, the two reveled in the difference in the other's height. Yuki had to reach up to pull Boyd's shirt over his head, mussing his brown hair, the front of which fell rakishly over his broad forehead. Yuki loved the tanned, "man-wide" shoulders of Boyd's tight frame. They weren't gym-built muscles yet; he knew they came from hard work on the farm. But everywhere the muscles looked to be "growing," with his pecs the same way. Yuki stood on tip-toe to bite Boyd's little nipples, earning a groan from the tall stud, who threw his head back, sucking in his breath, still using his hands to pull Yuki's tee out of his shorts. Yuki's running his hands over Boyd's ultra tight abs was disturbed by Boyd's actions, but it didn't stop Yuki from taking in the six-pack Boyd was beginning to achieve.
Straightening his head to take in Yuki's chest, Boyd was reassured about his importance to Yuki by the latter's suddenly shy behavior. Yuki was looking away obliquely, afraid that his undeveloped chest and arms would put Boyd off. He'd never felt that way with any guy before, but this guy was important to him. He wanted this guy to want him, to . . . love him.
For his part, Boyd could foresee how Yuki's body would look after a year of labor on construction sites and workouts in Murphy's Gym and how it would look when he reached his full growth. The hint of future broad shoulders for a boy his size was there. His pecs had achieved only the beginning of swelling muscles. His nipples were tiny, set in little brown circles. Tufts of black hair peeked out of Yuki's pits because his biceps, when at rest, weren't that developed. Boyd ran his hands down Yuki's creamy arms to beautiful hands with long fingers. Boyd moved one finger to his mouth, lifting it and licking it like a lollipop before sucking it into his mouth, watching Yuki's eyes widen and feeling him shiver. Boyd knew at last that he wasn't just another guy to Yuki, for his eyes were wide with wonder.
"I'm not too skinny for you?" Yuki asked, allowing his vulnerability to show.
Boyd allowed Yuki's finger to slip from his mouth. "Your 'skinny' sets me on fire, makes me want to shelter you, protect you, possess you, and love you," Boyd answered. Boyd's hands circled Yuki's thin waist as he bent down to gently kiss his boy, sliding his hands under the waistband of Yuki's shorts and into a filmy undergarment and over the slight, warm curves of Yuki's ass. Slowly Boyd gripped his boy's ass cheeks, beginning to massage them while he continued kissing Yuki, occasionally allowing one of his fingers to graze Yuki's rosebud. As he pulled Yuki against him, he moved his lips away reluctantly, whispering, "Sweet boy, give me your body, please? Let me lick it, kiss it, eat it. Let me slide my hard cock into you. Let me show you pleasure, love, ecstasy."
'Damn,' Yuki thought. 'No man has ever talked to me this way before,' he realized, trembling before this man's power. 'It may be a first date,' he reminded himself, 'but I know I'm falling in love with this guy. It's love because it's different from any other time. I may still look at other guys, but I want to belong to this guy.'
Boyd slowly eased Yuki's shorts down, kneeling to slide them to his feet and help him step out of them. He was entranced by the nearly transparent undergarment Yuki was wearing, which allowed only a partial glimpse of the hard flesh and its nearly indistinct black pubic patch contained within. Boyd fastened his mouth over the entrapped cock there, working it with his tongue, saturating the bikini and its hard prisoner with his saliva, gently biting on the sizeable tube. He began to hear little whimpers from Yuki. Looking down he saw Yuki's feet beginning a shuffle because the pleasure he was feeling was so intense. Boyd slowly eased the filmy bikini down Yuki's creamy legs, where the muscles appeared to be more developed.
It was Boyd's turn to be surprised. His boy's dick was at least six inches long and wide for his size. 'I guess it's true,' Boyd thought; 'little guys have big equipment.' He was proud of his boy's cock. A small bush of straight black hair sat above the hard cock, which featured a wet, bullet head. Nice balls in a small, wrinkled pouch completed Yuki's manhood. "Oh Baby, I love your cock and balls," Boyd said, beginning to lick away at the treasures he found there. For all his youth, Boyd found the faint musk in his baby's crotch intoxicating.
Yuki's shuffle turned into a dance of sorts. He was panting as Boyd's mouth and hands, now working his little ball sack, ramped up his arousal. Suddenly he reached his hands into Boyd's pits, luxuriating in the feel of the damp hair there, pulling him up. "My turn," he panted at Boyd, who smiled, knowing that he'd given his little man much pleasure, thinking that it was probably wise to give him a break. Yuki unbuckled the belt holding up Boyd's cargoes, unsnapped the waist, and ran the zipper down, slowly moving the clothing down those long, tan legs, revealing tighty-whities straining from the hard cock captured within.
Impatient, Yuki, now on his knees, pulled Boyd's underwear down, freeing a six-inch cock that wasn't quite as thick as his own. He felt better knowing that he matched his man's cock. The dark bush around the bobbing cock covered the top of a tight sack of balls the size of walnuts. Yuki immediately plunged his face into Boyd's crotch, pulling in the scent of an aroused male. At the same time, he ran his hands up and down the tanned, muscular, lightly haired legs, feeling the well-developed muscles there. He pulled back, loving the white flesh in his lover's middle, contrasting nicely with his dark tan.
Boyd unceremoniously pulled Yuki up, lifting as he had before when they were clothed. Again, Yuki wrapped his legs around Boyd's waist, gasping as his steely cock was trapped against Boyd's hard, warm stomach. The feeling of Boyd's hot skin on Yuki's balls was indescribable. Of one mind, they moved into a hot kiss, running their hands all over each other's shoulders, arms, chest and back. Yuki couldn't help rubbing his cock up and down on Boyd's hard abs. The slight treasure trail there lightly tickled the underside of his cock. Boyd seized the opportunity to run his fingertips into Yuki's crack, lightly grazing his rosebud, which contracted. But Boyd knew Yuki liked it because he wiggled his cock harder against Boyd's abs and moaned lightly. Soon the hot little man was leaking precum on Boyd stomach, making him increase the tempo of his dance.
Boyd didn't want his man blowing too soon, so he walked them over to the bed, dumping Yuki backwards on it and then falling flat on top of him. Yuki let out with an "Oooomph," setting them both off giggling. That didn't last long as they adjusted their bodies to allow for maximum "touching." Boyd clasped Yuki's slim legs inside his own as he slid his arms under Yuki's back and clasped his shoulders from underneath. Then he started licking, nibbling, and kissing his boy's face, neck, shoulders, chest and nipples. Yuki tried to wiggle beneath his man, but he wasn't very successful. He was trapped under that delightfully bigger, heavy, warm body. By stretching, he slid his hands over Boyd's ass, turned on by his squeezing the hard muscles there.
Finally Boyd pulled up on his knees, moving his mouth down to his boy's thighs, which he nibbled, slowly pushing Yuki's legs up to expose his cock, balls and ass. He decided to attack the small, tight, darker brown ball sack he found there. He laved it with his wet tongue, pausing to suck on balls a little larger than olives. He loved his boy's equipment! Then he moved up to the hard cock, licking it as he had Yuki's fingers before capturing the head in his mouth. He lashed the head with his tongue, suddenly sliding his mouth down the hard tube as it filled his throat. His recent practice with the undercover cop allowed him to ease Yuki's cock into his throat. Yuki was moaning and whispering Boyd's name over and over, calling him his man, his lover, his master. His words served only to intensify Boyd's lovemaking.
Boyd pulled off the cock, sending his tongue over the tight ball sack and down Yuki's perineum to his rosebud, which he licked with his tongue, enjoying the scent of his boy. Yuki's ass was doing little wiggles, leaving Boyd turned on by the effect he was having on his lover. Eventually, the brown rosebud relaxed enough that he could drive a bit of his tongue inside. Yuki began entreating Boyd to fuck him, drill him, tame him, claim him. Boyd had never been so turned on - ever! This was what he'd been missing but craving, this ability to give a man he loved so much pleasure.
Boyd rose up, reaching into his nightstand for the lube. Yuki sat up, grabbing the tube, squeezing out lube on his hand, which he slowly stroked up and down Boyd's dick, making him suck in his breath. Yuki looked upon his man's face worshipfully. Boyd reveled in the look. This was his boy. "I'm never letting you go," he whispered to Yuki.
"You'll never ever have cause to," Yuki replied.
Boyd gently took the tube from Yuki's hand, dropping it out of the way on the mattress, taking his lover's hands and sliding them up and down on his own cock, lubing it as well. Then he leaned down, kissing Yuki, but pushing him back down on the bed at the same time. Before Boyd could direct his cock onto Yuki's rosebud, Yuki beat him to it by placing it against his hole, moving it in little circles there, giving them both a buzz. Boyd slowly pushed. Yuki immediately relaxed, allowing his lover a long, slow slide into his hot, tight chute. Yuki grooved on the full feeling of Boyd's dick inside him. When Boyd hit bottom, he whispered, "You're mine now, to love forever." With some contortion, he managed to thrust but to bend enough to kiss his boy too. Eventually, Yuki leaned back, pushing his ass against Boyd's dick as it slid deep within him. They continued making love in this manner, whispering endearments to each other, commenting on what they were enjoying to spur the other on.
Then Boyd introduced a new dynamic to his slow pumping: using his crotch area, he pushed Yuki down onto the mattress more as he hunched his steel into Yuki, driving deep. At the end of his thrust, he pulsed his dick, making Yuki jerk. Yuki now writhed around Boyd's dick, moving his ass in circles around Boyd's dick, ramping up the pleasure both were feeling. Yuki was so in thrall that his head dropped back onto the bed, exposing his throat to Boyd, who leaned forward as he hunched into Yuki, slowly licking up Yuki's throat, setting him to moaning. Both men knew their love-making was way too hot to allow them to hold back their orgasms. Yuki blew first, for the slide of his lover's hard, warm stomach on his lubed dick was too torturously wonderful. His contracting ass muscles set Boyd off. Their orgasms were long and hard as Boyd emptied into his lover and Yuki creamed their stomachs. After he'd regained his senses, Boyd whispered, "Now I belong to somebody again. You, my love."
Eventually, Boyd settled on top of Yuki, lying off a bit to the side so that his chest wouldn't smash Yuki's face. When his cock finally eased out of his boy, he rolled over, grabbing Yuki and pulling him half on top of himself. They lay like this, absorbed in a wonderful afterglow, trading slow kisses.
"Boyd?"
"Yeah, Babe?"
"I want you to move in with me. I think it will be okay with Max and Kenji, and they certainly will understand why we want to be together more. . . . That is - if you want to be together more."
Boyd was silent for a bit. "I don't know, Yuki. I love you, and I'd really like living with you, but I can't impose on them. It's their home, you know. Another guy would fill it up even more. And I couldn't sponge on them."
"They have a lot of room. Besides, we'd be in the same bedroom, so you wouldn't be taking up more room. I contributed to the household expenses every pay day for staying with them, so you can do the same. You'll probably save money so that you can return to college sooner. We all take turns with chores in the house, so you'd do your share too. You're that kind of guy. They told me we're a family now, so as my man, you'd just be joining the family. I know they'll say yes. Kenji told me, now that he has me back, that he wants to keep me near. I'm not going out with anybody else, Boyd. You're what I want, my lover." He grinned mischievously. "And I need to keep track of you. Don't want you wandering."
"Well, let's see how we feel tomorrow. I certainly want to be with you as much as I can. I'll never be interested in anyone else, I can tell you that. I'd love going to sleep and waking up with you in my arms. . . . Finally, something would seem right in my life."
Yuki snuggled up more against Boyd. "I wonder how Hal and Drew are doing?" Yuki mused. "I overheard Max and Kenji talking about it while I was getting ready for our date. The crew is really hoping those two guys finally pull it together."
"We're in with a really special family," Boyd replied. "That's why they want so much success for Hal and Drew. Maybe for us too."
"I hope we never have to experience as much hurt as those two have. Sometimes it made me afraid. I worried that I wouldn't be strong enough to deal with it or other bad stuff that happens to people. But now that I have you, I know I can."
"Probably no one thinks he's strong enough to deal with losing family and a lover until it happens to him," Boyd said softly in Yuki's ear. "I don't think someone prepares for that. He just reaches down inside himself and creates the person who deals with it. If you and I are made of the right stuff, we'll deal with trouble when it comes. Haven't we already proved that?"
"Yeah, but I never had it as rough as you or Kenji or some of the other guys."
"Then be grateful. But you haven't had it easy either. A guy has the stuff to make it, or he doesn't. I don't think that Brett guy ever had the stuff. But Hal and Drew do. If they want it, they can put it back together again. They just have to create a new opportunity, let go of the past, and fashion a new relationship."
"What will happen when we run into problems?" Yuki asked.
"We'll deal with them."
"And if we fail?"
"We aren't alone. As long as we're around the crew, they'll help us, even if they need to knock some sense into our heads. They love us after all. We're their little brothers. Look at what they've done for Hal and Drew. Although those two thought it was the end for them, the crew wouldn't let it be the end. So as long as we don't want it to be the end, they'll help us."
(To be continued.)