The Secret Room

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The Secret Room

Chapter One

The original mansion had been built several years before the beginning of The War Between the States. It rose majestically on a quiet street in Rochester, NY. Over the years, the old house had been fortunate enough to have had several owners, who had maintained, upgraded, and remodeled it, with loving care.

Shortly after World War One, the mansion was purchased by an executive of The Eastman Kodak Company. It turned over twice more before my father, John Boylan, bought it in 2014. Both of the previous owners had been Eastman Kodak executives. My father was the first owner in one hundred years, who did not work for that solid old company. Dad made his fortune developing computer retail companies, building them up, and then selling them for big bucks. In this day and age, I gotta tell you, that I am mighty fortunate to have a dad who is a computer geek.

I was fifteen when my family moved into the old mansion. In all, there were six bedrooms, and four bathrooms. The bathrooms were added over the years, and the outhouse disappeared; I know not where. My parents occupied the biggest room on the second floor, which took up the entire southeastern corner. Besides a private bathroom, they were blessed with a small balcony. On beautiful spring, summer, and early autumn days, they often enjoyed their breakfast on the balcony, and read the morning newspaper, before Dad rushed to his office, and Mom rushed to The Country Club.

There were three more bedrooms on that level, all about equal size, and two bathrooms. I was assigned one of the bedrooms, my brother another, and my maternal grandma the third. Grandma had her own bathroom, and I shared the other one with my kid brother, Eddie. Grandma had come to live with us shortly after Grandpa died from injuries sustained in an automobile accident.

The third level consisted of two guest bedrooms, and one bathroom. The bedrooms had sharply slanted ceilings, due to the contour of the roof. A tall guest would have to bend down in the corners of the rooms. The two bedrooms had been converted from the attic, somewhere along the way. Consequently, the walk-in attic was miniscule, and the door to it was in one of the bedrooms.

The basement had never been improved in any way since the house was built. The previous owner told my father that he had been informed that there was a hidden wine cellar down there, but he had never bothered to look for it. Dad informed my brother and me that he was going to convert the basement into a fully equipped exercise room. We were thrilled because we were both physical fitness addicts. Actually, we got that attribute from our father, who worked out regularly, and was built like a wrestler.

I had never seen my father naked, and I often wondered what his cock looked like. He was so macho, and so manly, I imagined that he had an enormous, thick, uncut cock. If you are wondering, why I needed to have that information about my father, figure it out. I am secretly gay. Even my brother, Eddie, doesn't know. He and I are very well endowed, and we aren't fully grown, so I can easily believe that my father is humongous. I was dying to find out, but I couldn't figure out how I could manage it. Two years after we purchased the house, I began to play tennis with my father at his club. We showered after the game, and I found out that I was absolutely correct. I was only wrong about one thing. He was cut, like Eddie and me.

The first level was very typical. There was a large kitchen with a walk-in pantry. It had recently been remodeled, and looked like the after photos on the HGTV channel. The dining room and living room were huge, and were hung with heavy, dark green, velvet drapery, which my mother left undisturbed, even though it was old fashioned. There was a maid's room, and a mud room on that level, as well. The side door was located in the mud room and led to our driveway. At the end of the driveway, we had a three-car garage.

In the fifties, a family room had been added, which was reached through sliding glass doors in the kitchen. It ran the length of the house and became our rec room, complete with a large three dimensional TV set. The rear rec room wall was all sliding glass doors, and led to a beautiful patio which had an electric roll down awning. Dad vetoed the idea of putting in a back yard swimming pool. He didn't think it was a wise investment for a home located in the severe winter climate of Rochester. The summers were short, and we could use the swimming pool at his country club. Finally, the entire property was gated, and access was gained with remote controls on the visors of my mother, father, and grandma's cars.

Shortly after we moved in, a crew of men arrived to begin to clean out the basement. We had to make sure that it was structurally sound, and that it was perfectly waterproof. One of the stored items that they removed was an ancient armoire. It was very ornate, and in excellent condition. The basement had always been dry over the years, so the armoire suffered no damage from dampness. Dad figured that the piece was worth a small fortune, and he had it restored. It now has an honored place in our dining room.

When the armoire was removed, we discovered a small door hidden behind it. Dad figured that it led to the elusive wine cellar. It took all his efforts, assisted by Eddie and me, to get the door opened. The room was fairly large, about fourteen by twelve feet. As a wine cellar, it was a bust. We found no wine. What we did find, was more dust than you can imagine, a small writing desk, a three footed stool, and an old gas lamp on the desk.

Dad looked at the room with disgust. "I have no intention of putting any money into this disaster," he said. "If you boys want to clean it up and make it into a man cave, be my guest."

"I'll talk it over with Benjie," Eddie said.

When we were alone, Eddie asked me, "What's a man cave, Benjie?"

"I guess it's like a place where we can drink beer, watch TV, and be as vulgar as we want, without Mom yelling at us."

"We have our rec room to do all that in. I don't want to have anything to do with cleaning up this room," Eddie said, with the same disgust in his voice as my dad had exhibited.

I, of course, felt differently. I saw the room as a place where I could bring other gay boys to "play." I devoted an hour a day after school to cleaning up the room. It had no windows and no electricity, and certainly I had no gas for the lamp. I got extra-long extension wires, and brought a vacuum cleaner and an electric lamp into the room. Within a week, the room was dust-free, and the electric lamp lit it up brightly.

The first thing I did was to restore the desk. I must have used a gallon of furniture oil, and it was every bit as beautiful and valuable as the restored armoire. Inside the desk drawer, I found a dusty diary. I cleaned the book up as best I could, and replaced it in the drawer. The clasp was sealed, and required a key, which I could not find. I vowed to break the lock, and read the diary, when the room was completed.

I bought a standard-sized bed frame, a box spring and mattress, and linen, with my own money. I positioned the bed near the desk. When I got that far, I brought my dad down to see what I had done. The workmen were still restoring the basement, and electricians were bringing in more wiring. I begged him to ask them to wire "my" room, as well. He rewarded me for all my hard work, by agreeing to my request.

Two months after I began my restoration, both the exercise room, and my man cave were ready for occupancy. I bought a 32" TV and a recliner to complete my get-away room.

It was late-summer, but my room was nice and cool. I wondered about the winter. Would I need to heat it? I decided not to worry about it. I had sufficient electricity to bring in a space heater. I had begun to sleep in my new room, but if it ever got too hot or too cold, I could always go upstairs. Eddie wanted to share the room with me, but I reminded him that he refused to have anything to do with cleaning it up, and it was out of bounds to him. In fact, I installed a bolt lock, and it was out of bounds to the whole family. I promised my mother that I would keep it clean, because I didn't want the cleaning help to come into it.

My routine was simple. After school, I did my homework in my newly renovated room, and then I went upstairs for dinner. After dinner, the family went into the rec room and watched TV from a four-seater movie style leather recliner. The seats were joined, but the arm rests had receptacles for drinks. I gave all that luxury up, and watched TV in my room.

I had forgotten all about the diary in the desk. One day, my English teacher assigned us to read "The Diary of Anne Frank." That reminded me about `my' diary, and I resolved to read it that evening. I brought a knife down with me to break the lock. It wasn't necessary. One little tug of the rusted clasp and it broke open.

I turned to the cover page. The script was old fashioned and had many flourishes. It was difficult for me to read, but I persevered. In the center of the page I made out:

This diary is the property of Benjamin Collier. Whosever reads these pages, other than myself, will be rewarded with an eternity in hell.

I was amazed. The writer and I shared a name. I thought that was a pleasant coincidence.

I wasn't going to let Benjamin's curse deter me. I turned to the first page and read:

August 14, 1859: I am beginning this journal to record the wonderful things that befell me last night. I write while every extraordinary experience is fresh in mind, and when I read this back, years from now, I will recall with fondness all that occurred.

Yesterday I celebrated my fifteenth birthday with my family. The only other guest was my next door neighbor and best friend, Tyler Jamison. In fact, Tyler is my only friend. He was named after John Tyler, who was President of the United States when my friend was born. He lives a mere mile and a half up the road. Tyler is sixteen, and he has his own carriage. He arrived with a small carpet bag. My mother had invited him to spend the night, rather than go home in the dark. She is always concerned about highwaymen, although none were ever reported in the vicinity.

Ever since we were little boys, Tyler and I have slept in the same bed when he came here, or when I went to his home. Nobody thought a thing about it. As is his habit, he deposited his satchel in my bedroom.

When the party was over, we went to use the outhouse. There were two seats in there and we used it together. Then we came into the kitchen, and washed up in a basin. Tyler and I usually dawdled when going to bed, but this night Tyler seemed to be in a big hurry.

We stripped with little shame. We had seen each other naked many times over the years. I started to put on my night shirt, but Tyler told me to come to bed naked with him. He told me that he had discovered something wondrous, that he wanted to share with me.

We jumped into bed together, and Tyler pushed his body against mine. I was surprised, happily surprised. In the past we had always left some distance between us. He told me that he had accidently discovered something about his body which he wanted to share with me. His father had explained to him what a married couple do to make babies, and the pleasure it gave both of them, but he thought that pleasure was reserved for a married couple. However, lying in bed a fortnight ago, he began to stroke his own penis. It got hard, and after a bit, he had the most awesome sensation, and he emitted his baby making seed. It amazed him that one did not need a woman to experience such joy. Now he wanted to demonstrate the process to me, and have me experience the same pleasure.

He took hold of my penis, which had grown considerably this past year. The moment he touched it, it got hard and grew at least two inches longer. He stroked it gently, but as my body heated up, and I felt like I might erupt like Mt. Vesuvius, he stroked harder, and I experienced all the joy he had described.

His hand was full of my baby seed, and he began to swallow it. He offered me some, and I ate it as well. We cleaned up the mess, by consuming it.

When my breathing returned to normal, I did the same to him. Again we cleaned up the mess by consuming all of it. Tyler wrapped me in his arms, and we fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke. I badly needed to use my chamber pot. When I was through, I stored it under the bed. I went to climb back into my bed, and I saw that Tyler had thrown off the covers. The room was illuminated by moonlight coming through my window. I glanced down at his naked body, so beautiful in the moonlight. My eyes wandered to his penis, and I saw a bead of his seed on the head of it. I leaned over and sucked up the precious fluid. Tyler sighed, and he begged me to continue what I was doing.

I was happy to do so. I ran my tongue all around his crown. His foreskin was so stretched out, that it ceased to exist. We both became excited at this new experience, and I started to take more and more of him into me. He begged me not to stop, and he wondered if this is how it would feel when finally, he would dip his manhood into a woman's vagina. The more I sucked his penis, the more he groaned and wiggled. I felt his seed empty into me, and I swallowed all of it.

We both lay back exhausted. He told me how wonderful I made him feel, and he promised to do the same to me. Before he could make his promise come true, he fell asleep again, and this time I wrapped my arms around him.

We did no more last night, but I am scheduled to spend this coming weekend at his house. I will arrive after school on Friday. On Sunday, I will accompany his family to church. We attend the same church, and I will return home after the service with my family.

I know that Tyler and I will continue to explore the wonders of our bodies, which we discovered last night. I look forward to spending next weekend with him. I know the days will pass too slowly.

The first day's entry into the diary ended here. I flipped the pages, and could see that my namesake had written very few more pages, but the diary contained entries until the end of 1862, three years after it was begun. I wanted to read it all, but my eyes were closing. It was growing late, so I returned the journal to the desk drawer. I was as hard as a rock, so I took the time to whack off. I caught my gunk in a wad of tissues.

As I lay in bed, drifting into sleep, I was awestruck at the fact, that the boy who wrote in the journal, started it when he was my age. He might not have realized it that first night, but he was gay like me, and we shared the same name. I felt so bonded to the boy, that I wanted to cry when I realized that he died many, many years ago.

Just before falling asleep, I imagined that there were two boys in bed with me. They hunkered up to me, one on each side. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were Benjamin and Tyler.

Chapter Two

I woke up in the morning with dry cum all over my abdomen. I remembered that I dreamed that both Benjamin and Tyler had made love with me. I reckoned that I had whacked off in my sleep. A disturbing thought went through my head. Just from reading the first entry in the diary, I had fallen in love with the two boys.

I kept telling myself that was absurd. They were both long dead. They were as dead as Jacob Marley. Is it possible that they had visited me last night, just as Marley's ghost had visited Ebenezer Scrooge? If they had, I wasn't frightened by the thought at all.

I hit my head with my hand. You're being a total jerk, I told myself.

I decided to read the diary one entry at a time. I didn't want to rush into it. I wanted to savor each passionate moment the two boys had shared. I had plenty of time. School wasn't due to begin for another four weeks. We were still on summer hiatus.

After my dad went to work every day, my mom and Eddie rushed to the country club. I chose to remain home. My mother could not imagine why I wouldn't go with them, and she grew angry with me. When she saw how adamant I was about staying home, she just gave up. She didn't want to start her day with a quarrel.

That very morning, after I had showered and eaten breakfast, I ran downstairs to my hideaway, and locked myself in. I opened the desk drawer, removed the diary, and began to read the next entry:

August 15, 1859: Tyler left immediately after breakfast, and I thought my heart would break. I was sitting alone in the library reading a book, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis. It is all the rage these days. As I read the novel, a horrible thought struck me. What if any member of my family should find my diary? My nosy, bratty, little sister would show it to the world. I needed a place to hide the journal where nobody would find it.

I thought immediately of our dark basement. Nobody ever went down there. The only thing in the basement was some furniture my mother had brought from our old house, and which she decided not to use in our new home. I ran down the stairs, and into the darkness.

I opened the door to the wine cellar, which was completely empty. I found a small desk, a stool, and a kerosene lamp in the basement, and I brought them into the wine cellar. I locked the clasp of my journal with a key, put the book in the desk, and left the room. I placed the key to the diary on a beam in the basement where nobody could see it. An empty armoire stood just outside the door to the wine cellar. By wiggling it back and forth, I placed it in front of the door, so that it was completely hidden. I tested to see how difficult it would be to enter back into the room. I wiggled the armoire just a few inches, and my slender frame easily slipped between the armoire and the door.

Once I was back in the room, I lit the kerosene lamp, and wrote today's entry.

Well, I learned that what I thought was a gas lamp, was actually a kerosene lamp. Who knew?

That was the only entry that day, so I replaced the book in the desk, as Benjamin had done, locked the door, and regretted that I had not gone to the country club. I waited until early the next day to read the next entry.

September 23, 1859: My mother and father gave me permission to spend the forthcoming weekend with Tyler. It was our first opportunity to be alone together since last month. I have nearly gone mad in my desire for him. We are in different grades, but Friday last, Tyler met me outside the school, and he drove us home in his carriage. When we arrived, he saw to his horse, before we went into his home. We went immediately to his room, where I deposited my bag, containing a change of clothing.

Tyler grabbed me and kissed me, but that was all we could do as we were expected to join his family in conversation prior to dinner. We didn't want to appear too anxious to retire, so we remained with the family for a decent amount of time after dinner. We made small talk, played whist for a while, and finally excused ourselves.

After we performed our nightly ablutions, and we were finally alone in Tyler's room, my love informed me that he had stolen a jar of cream from his mother's bedroom. The doctor had prescribed it for her to apply to moisten her dry, sensitive skin. She never used it, and Tyler hoped that she would never miss it. He informed me that we were going to try something new today. He wasn't sure if it would give us both pleasure, but if we didn't try, we would never know.

This past Friday evening we fornicated into each other's asses. It was difficult at first, and we conjectured on how tight or loose a vagina might be. With difficulty, we eventually entered one another. It did hurt indeed. I thought my ass was on fire, but Tyler had taken me into him first. He reported on the initial pain, which eventually became pure pleasure. With that in mind, I bore the pain, and the end result was well worth it.

Afterward, we were exhausted, and fell asleep. We both woke up in the middle of the night, needing to use our chamber pots. I'm not sure what time it was, but while I was piddling, or at least, trying to piddle, Tyler kept tickling my penis, so I did the same to him. Before we fell asleep again, we brought each other to climax once more, with our tongues and our lips.

Tyler fell asleep before I did, and as I lay dreamily at his side, I realized how much I love him. I want to spend every day and every night of my life with him, but I know that we can never do so. Our night time activity is not only frowned upon, it is against the law. God have mercy.

That ended the entry of the day, and I put the diary away. I decided to sleep in my hideaway that night, instead of the more comfortable furnishings of my bedroom. Lying in bed I cried a little for Benjamin and Tyler, and I whacked off a lot, fantasizing that we were happily engaged in a threesome. I had no idea what they might have looked like, but I pictured them vividly.

I pictured them as each would have looked at my age, even though I was aware that they were different ages. Tyler had dark brown hair, blue eyes and was better endowed than Benjamin. Both were uncut. Benjamin had blond hair and blue eyes also. They were both quite lean, but from reading his diary, I knew that Benjamin was downright skinny.

I didn't read the next entry for a couple of days. I was just too emotionally choked up to read further, but finally, I did it.

November 23, 1859: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and Tyler and I need not go back to school until Monday next. The Jamisons have invited my entire family to celebrate Thanksgiving in their home. I mentioned to my father that I might stay over, and spend the weekend with Tyler. He said that he thought we were too old to continue sleeping together. I must have turned ten shades of red. I wondered if my dad suspected that we were in an illicit love affair. I was left speechless, so I mumbled something to my father, indicating that this would be the last time. He reluctantly agreed, as long as the Jamisons approved.

Even though I had promised myself to read only one entry a day, I had to know what happened during the long holiday weekend, so I went right on reading.

November 27, 1859: On Thanksgiving night last, as Tyler and I snuggled into bed, we held each other tightly. The days are getting dark quite early now, and it is very cold and dank outdoors. Even with fireplaces blazing, we can feel the chill in the house. As our penises embraced each other, under several blankets, I told him what my father had said about sleeping together, and of my promise to stop. Tyler began to cry. I assured him that we would find ways to be together. I slipped under the covers and embraced his manhood with my tongue and my lips. Too quickly, I was swallowing his seed, and Tyler cried even harder. My efforts did not serve to cheer him.

We could only get together at night when we went to bed. The days were filled with family activities, and then there was church on Thanksgiving Day, and again on Sunday. I came home with my parents after the Sunday service. Tyler and I took advantage of every moment that we were alone in bed together. I completely lost count of the number of times each of us climaxed in the other's mouth or ass.

I was dying to know if they were able to have sleepovers again, but I determined to keep it down to one entry a day. Actually several days passed before I could return to the diary. My mother was beginning to ask too many questions about my sequestering myself in my hideaway. In order to stop her prying, I accompanied her and Eddie to the country club every day until school began.

To tell the truth I had fun. I arranged to take tennis and golf lessons with the pros. I really enjoyed tennis, and it gave me a chance to have a good workout. Golf, not so much. I found it very frustrating, but I didn't do badly, regardless. I am sort of a jock.

The Saturday night after I read the last entry, my parents went to a concert. Eddie had a sleepover at a school chum's, and I found myself alone in the house. I rushed downstairs to my man cave. As soon as I entered the room, I locked it. I was taking no chance of discovery, even if nobody was home. Someone might come home unexpectedly.

I sat down comfortably at the desk, and removed the diary. When I turned to the next entry, I got a shock. It was written on Christmas Eve, more than two years after the last entry.

December 24, 1861: I have lived the last two years in utter frustration, and now my life is ended.

Tyler and I could find very little time to make love. (This was the first time I realized that Benjamin referred to their relationship as love). School took up enough of our time, but Tyler's father is in home construction. He has begun to apprentice Tyler in his own profession, and Tyler is enthusiastic about it. Rochester is growing by leaps and bounds, and Mr. Jamison's business is booming. My own father is an architect, and he has designed many a building for Mr. Jamison. If I am to be close to Tyler, I too, must study architecture in college.

But we are at war, and we, as young men, must put our lives on hold. Yesterday morning, Tyler reported for duty. He joined the Union Army, and will begin his training immediately. My father refused to give me permission to enlist, but I will be eighteen in a few months, and I will follow Tyler. I don't care about my own safety. If Tyler does not survive the war, I will be dead also.

That was the end of that day's entry. I glanced ahead in the diary and there were only two more entries. I was afraid to read further, so I shut the book, placed it in the desk, and went upstairs. I cleaned my hideaway meticulously every Saturday, but I did not stay there.

Several weeks after I temporarily abandoned my cave, I was asleep, when an eerie sound awakened me. I opened my eyes abruptly and I clearly saw Benjamin and Tyler smiling at me. They were older now. They were my age. I wondered why they would always appear to me as a peer. They were naked, as I was too, and they crawled into bed with me. I swear. I was not at all frightened. I sensed that they loved me, and would not harm me.

When they climbed into bed with me, I was truly amazed. They felt alive. Their naked bodies were warm. They pointed at my cock and laughed. I realized that they were amused because I was circumcised. I was prompted to ask, "What's so funny?" but they didn't answer me. What they did instead was to make love with me. It had happened before, but in the past, I was sure that I imagined it. This time it was different. I was certain that I was awake, and I had all my wits about me.

I was flat on my back. Tyler raised my legs, and entered me easily. Benjamin straddled me and offered me his cock, which I hungrily devoured. My body was on fire with love and desire.

"Please," I begged, "don't cum too soon. Make it last."

I guess ghosts have better control than humans. I came first, and they didn't cum until I begged them to. I thanked them, and begged them to talk to me. I had to know what it was like "on the other side." Neither had said a word during the entire session, and they didn't talk now. They both kissed me on my lips, smiled at me, and slowly faded away. It was all so real, but it had to have been a dream. Ghosts don't exist.

I lost my resolve, and rushed into the basement to read the rest of the diary.

Chapter Three

August, 15, 1862: I receive an occasional letter from Tyler. He assures me that he is doing well, and that conditions are not as bad as he thought they might be, but I don't believe him. I live in anguish every day, worrying about him. I love him so much. According to reports in the newspaper, the war is bloody, and there have been many casualties on both sides. I don't care. I turned eighteen just yesterday, and tomorrow I am going to the recruitment office to sign up.

November 24, 1862: I received a three-day pass to come home for Thanksgiving. Here I am, wondering what I have to be thankful for. I have not received a letter from Tyler in almost a month. I am beside myself with worry. When I report back for duty on Monday, we are being sent to the war zone. My parents have tried to be cheerful, but I can see their tears right through their smiles. Even my pesky little sister, has been crying since I came home. She is growing into a beautiful young woman.

December 24, 1862: I have been in battle, and so far I have been unharmed. I was able to come home for a few days to celebrate Christmas. My father informed me that the Jamisons have received word that Tyler was killed in the war. I want to kill myself, but I'll let the Rebs do the killing for me. When I return to my battalion, I intend to lead the way on our next charge. I hope this will be the last entry in my diary. When I leave this room, I will push the armoire in place, and hide the door. If my father, or some future resident, of this house should find the diary, and read it, I won't care. I'll be dead.

That was indeed the end of the journal. I returned it to my desk drawer, and cried. Every day I prayed that Benjamin and Tyler would visit me again, and we could make love, but it was not to be. After a while, I convinced myself that I had dreamed the whole thing, after all. Certainly, it was the most realistic dream I had ever had. There were many days when I felt compelled to read the diary again, but I resisted doing so. It was too painful. In fact, I rarely visited my man cave anymore, but I kept it clean, as I had promised.

It was my father who finally brought closure to me. He had an obsession of his own. He became fascinated by the house itself, and set about tracing its history, and the people who lived in it. He searched the records at the property appraiser's office, and learned the following: The house was built by Isaiah Collier in 1852, and deeded to his daughter, Miriam Boylan, nee Collier, in 1874. At this point my dad was not so much interested in the history of the house, as he became interested in Miriam Boylan, and the man she married. After all, she had the same last name as ours. He continued his investigation of the history of our house, hoping to learn more about Miriam.

In 1899, Miriam deeded the house to her son, Benjamin Boylan. Benjamin sold the house in 1915 to Timothy Warner, who sold it in in 1953 to James Blake, who sold it in 2014 to my dad, John Boylan. At the appraiser's office, my dad also examined the very many permits that were pulled, in order to upgrade and maintain the mansion in top condition.

But, he was more interested in finding out about the Boylans. On a hunch he went to the Episcopal Church, just a few streets up from our house. The church archivist gladly made marriage, birth, baptism and death records available to him, and he freaked out.

Miriam Collier married John Boylan in 1869. Their son was baptized in 1871, and was named Benjamin. Benjamin married in 1895, and he in turn baptized a son, John, in 1897. The church records regarding the Boylan family, stopped there. My dad was now more obsessed with learning what happened to them, than I had ever been about learning the fate of Benjamin and Tyler.

His next record search was at the Methodist Church, which he had attended as a boy. He went there on yet another of his hunches. There he learned that John Boylan married in 1921, and baptized a boy named Benjamin in 1924. This Benjamin was my father's grandfather for whom I am named.

After learning all this, he gathered Mom, Eddie and me in the living room. He was crying and laughing at the same time. He was also hyperventilating, and it was difficult for him to speak, but finally we figured out that the house we were living in, was built by one of our ancestors. It was thrilling news for all of us, and we had ourselves a great big group hug.

When I found out that the Benjamin in the diary was my great uncle several times removed, I became elated. Don't ask me why. I began to chill out again in my hideaway, still dreaming that I would lose my virginity there. I actually believed strongly in my heart that Uncle Benjamin and Tyler Jamison would be on hand, when it happened, smiling at me, and blessing me.

On the day after Labor Day, when I began my junior year in high school, I went to football practice. Don't smile. I may be gay, but as I revealed previously, I am also a jock. A new guy was there trying out for the team. He sure was one handsome dude, and my cock began to stir. The coach brought him over to us, and said, "Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Tyler. His family was just transferred here from Buffalo. Make him feel warm and welcome." The rest of the team went over to shake his hand, and wish him well. I was frozen in my spot, marveling that his name was Tyler.

I finally got myself together, and I went over to greet Tyler. When we shook hands, I could feel electricity running between our two bodies. I dared allow myself to hope that Tyler would be the guy, who would visit me in my man cave, and take my virginity.

It was with great fear that I asked him, "What's your family name, Tyler?"

"Jamison," he answered, "and what's yours?'

"Boylan," I answered. I didn't recognize my own voice.

After practice, the coach ordered us to the showers. I had a difficult time not to ogle Tyler, and I could tell that he was having the same difficulty avoiding looking at my endowments.

After the shower, I managed to dress right next to Tyler. "Where do you live?" I asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. He told me where he lived, and I had to grab on to an open locker door to keep from falling. He lived right around the corner from me. I passed by his house every day, going and coming from school.

"Would you mind if we walked home together after school?" I asked.

"I'd like that very much," he answered with yet another seductive smile.

We made up to meet at the school's front entrance, after our last class. On the way home we made small talk. Tyler asked me if I had lived in Rochester all my life. I told him that I not only had lived here all my life, but my dad had traced our family tree going back to a few years before The Civil War, and we had always lived here.

"You could say that Rochester is our ancestral home," I said, and then I broke out laughing.

"My dad did a search on Ancestry.com," Tyler said. "He got as far back as the civil war also. He found out that his ancestors lived in Rochester, and that someone, who would have been an uncle, was killed in that war. He learned that the family moved to Buffalo early in the twentieth century. He's been joking that we have returned to our roots."

There was no doubt in my mind that Tyler was descended from Benjamin Collier's lover, or at least from one of his brothers. I ached to invite him over, and let him read the journal, but it was too soon. I didn't want him to know that his great uncle was gay, and I wasn't about to reveal my sexual orientation to a perfect stranger.

We reached Tyler's house first. Our goodbye was awkward. Finally, I blurted out, "Would you like me to pick you up tomorrow morning? You're on my way, and we can walk to school together."

"Thank you, Benjie," he said. "You're the first friend I've made since we moved here last month."

I felt like giving him a hug, but I turned away, and yelled, "See ya tomorrow," as I hurried home

For the first time in a long time, I felt like hanging out alone in my man cave. Eddie mumbled something that sounded like it isn't fair, but I ignored him. In fact, not only did I want to hide away there, I decided to sleep there. After dinner, I got ready for bed, and said good night to my family. Nobody was surprised. They were used to it by now.

I went into the room, where the precious journal was buried in my desk. I thought I would never want to read it again, but my hands had a mind of their own. They reached into the drawer, and I read the whole diary. Afterward, I lay in bed sobbing, and I had a strange feeling. I felt like I was jacking off, but I wasn't. I called out in the dark, "Uncle Benjamin, Tyler, is that you?"

Nobody answered, of course, but the stroking stopped. Instead, I felt my cock being enveloped in a container that was wet and warm. Someone, or something, was giving me a blow job. I muffled my screams when I came, and naturally, my cum was all over my abdomen and in my pubic hair.

Once again I called out in the darkness. "Please show yourselves. I love you so much."

The room began to glow, and I saw a face hovering over my bed. It was neither Benjamin nor Tyler. It was Tyler Jamison, whom I had met for the first time this afternoon. I smiled at the apparition, and he smiled back at me.

I was falling fast asleep, when a crazy thought occurred to me. What if Tyler and I were the reincarnations of the two young men who were killed at such young ages, and who could not fulfill their dreams. Maybe it was meant for me and my Tyler to live the life from which our ancestors were cruelly snatched.

I was rational enough to realize that I was thinking like a madman, but I made a decision. I would invite Tyler to study with me in my man cave. I would let him in on the secrets of the diary, but I would not make a move on him sexually unless, he seemed interested.

The next morning, Tyler was waiting for me as I passed his house on the way to school. He smiled at me and said, "G'mornin'. Again, I wanted to grab and kiss him. Instead, I told him about my secret room, and how I had turned it into a man cave. When I invited him there to do homework together, he grinned from ear to ear, and he immediately accepted my invitation.

In the shower after practice, I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was admiring his cock. He was doing the same thing to me. He caught my eye, and we both smiled. I swear my cock rose up a little bit, and so did his.

I may have been mistaken about his cock rising, but his smile encouraged me. On the way home, I told him about the diary that was written by an ancient uncle of mine, whose name I bore. He seemed fascinated, and he asked me if he could read it.

"Oh yes," I answered quickly. "Your ancestor Tyler Jamison is mentioned in the diary quite frequently."

I didn't want to say more, but Tyler said, "Wow, I gotta read that journal. Thanks for sharing with me." For a second there I thought that he was going to kiss me. My knees buckled. I dared hope that when he read the diary, he would want me as much as I wanted him.

Tyler came over after dinner, and I introduced him to my family. I had already informed them that a friend was coming over, and we would be doing homework together in my man cave, so nobody was surprised when I ran downstairs with Tyler.

The first thing he saw was the fully equipped gym. "What a great set up," he said. "Do you think I could exercise with you sometime?"

"Not sometime," I answered. "Anytime."

He smiled at me. He was always smiling at me, and it was all I could do not to jump his bones. I opened the door to my secret room, and locked it behind us. I could tell he was surprised when I bolted the door, but he didn't say anything to me about it. Instead he said, "I have the strangest feeling. It's like we aren't alone."

"I know," I said. "At the risk of freaking you out, I think this room is haunted by both our ancestors."

"You're kidding," he said. "I'm not freaked out at all. I feel some other presences, just like you. It's fascinating. Who do you think the entities are?"

"I'm certain it's our great uncles. They were both killed in The Civil War, and we bear their names."

"Have you seen them?" Tyler asked in awe.

"I thought I saw them once, but I'm sure I was dreaming. However, I feel them around me all the time."

"Awesome," Tyler said. "Let's forget the homework. I want to read the journal."

"Yes," I said, and I removed the worn diary from its resting place.

Chapter Four

There was only one chair in the room, my desk chair, so Tyler and I sat down on my bed. Our bodies were touching, and even though we were fully clothed, I felt myself getting hard. I was amazed that I wasn't embarrassed, and I didn't care if Tyler noticed.

I opened the book gently. The pages were old, and I was afraid they might crumble. It was difficult for Tyler to read the old fashioned script, so I leaned closer to him, and started to prompt him.

"Why don't you just read it to me?" he asked, so I began to read. I read every word slowly and carefully. I wanted Tyler to get the full impact of our ancestors' story, just as I had, upon my first reading of the diary. When I finished reading about their first sexual encounter, on the night of my uncle's fifteenth birthday, I put the book down.

"Please don't stop," Tyler begged.

"I can't go on without jerking off. This is so hot."

"I know," he said. "Let's do each other like in the diary."

He leaned into me, and kissed me. He must have seen the astonished look on my face, because he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

I answered by grabbing hold of him, and kissing him back on the lips, with my tongue struggling to part his lips as well. As we kissed, I wiggled my hand up his tee shirt, and gently massaged his back. Tyler began to sigh.

I pulled away from him. "Let's get naked and into my bed," I pleaded. He just smiled at me, and started to undress. It seemed like he was always smiling at me, and all I could do is smile right back.

"I want to do more than a whack job," he said emphatically. "Let's give each other blow jobs. I've never had one, and all I ever dream about is getting one, and giving one. And I want to swallow like our ancestors did."

We were fully undressed in seconds, and kissing wildly in my bed. "Lie on your back," Tyler suddenly commanded with authority. We weren't sophisticated enough yet, in our love making, to tease our bodies, and Tyler went right down on me. I never once felt his teeth, only his tongue and his lips. Even if he had never done this before, he must have done a lot of reading on the subject. I came so fast, that against his wishes, I had to ask him to stop. I was too sensitive, and he was hurting me. I realized that he had swallowed everything I gave him.

"Wow," he said, "you tasted better than I ever imagined."

He crept up to lie beside me, and we kissed some more. Then he turned over on his back, and I proceeded to return the favor. He came even faster than I did, and I swallowed every last drop. I even tried to squeeze out a little more. I crept up to him, and we were face to face, when we said simultaneously, "I love you."

We laughed, and Tyler whispered, "Bread and butter."

Suddenly, the light bulb on my desk blew out. It was the only illumination in the room, and we were plunged into darkness. In the darkness, we saw a floating globe. Clearly, two young men, who looked a lot like us, were smiling at us from inside the orb. They turned to kiss each other and the glowing orb disappeared. We smiled back, knowing that our two uncles were at peace, and they were blessing us.

We lay in the dark for a few minutes, kissing, cuddling and fondling each other. In fact, we started to doze off, when we heard a pounding on the bolted door. Indistinctly, I heard my dad yelling that we were experiencing a power outage, and we should get upstairs, where he had lit some candles.

We fumbled in the dark trying to get dressed. When I was sure that my dad was gone, I opened the door. There was some moonlight coming from the exercise room, which had windows. At least, there was enough light for us to see to get dressed. I put the diary in my desk, and we left my hideaway. I bolted the door with a key, which I wore on a chain around my neck, and we went upstairs.

"I better get home," Tyler said.

"I'm not letting you go out alone in this pitch dark," Dad said. "Come Benjie, let's walk Tyler home."

By the next morning, power had been restored, and school was in session. I picked Tyler up and we walked together. We were very silent. Neither of us said a word, but just before we reached our destination, we whispered together, "I love you." That made us laugh again. One of our football team mates came up behind us, and asked what was so funny.

"It's an inside joke," I murmured.

We were very discreet during football practice, and in the shower afterward. In fact, we avoided talking to each other for fear that we would get hard. Walking home that afternoon, we agreed to alternate our routine. One night, after dinner, I would go to his house to study, and the alternate nights, he would come to my house. We felt that our folks would not become suspicious, if we studied that way. It was a good plan, but we did not have enough privacy in Tyler's house to make love, so we actually studied, and we began to have fantastic sex in my secret room.

The very next time, Tyler came over, we sequestered ourselves, got naked, and read the rest of the journal together. When we were finished, we both had tears in our eyes.

I put my arms around Tyler, and began to kiss him. He responded passionately, so I whispered in his ear, "I love you more than my Uncle Benjamin loved your Uncle Tyler."

"Ditto," Tyler said, and he wasn't smiling at me for a change. He had a dead serious look on his face.

I replaced the diary in the desk drawer, and took out a tube of lube and a fresh box of tissues. I showed them to Tyler.

"Wanna?" I asked.

"More than you know. It's all I've been thinking about, since we sucked each other off. Fuck me first, please," Tyler begged. "I've wanted this to happen to me for a long time."

"Yes, yes," I whispered in his ear.

We kissed wildly for a while, and played with our cocks and balls. I couldn't stand the wait any longer, and I asked Tyler to turn on his stomach. We had nobody to guide us, and we both assumed that the only way to fuck each other was doggie style. Boy did we learn better, as our love making became more sophisticated.

I lubed my cock, and then put a dab on Tyler's ass. As I lubed his crack, I got a strong urge to kiss his opening, and to try to enter with my tongue. I didn't do it, of course; I thought it would gross Tyler out. I had no idea that I had the urge to rim him. I knew nothing about that extreme pleasure, yet. I also knew nothing about stretching his anus first, and I started to insert my hard prick into his ass hole.

"I've read about this," he said to me. "I know it's going to hurt, so when you are all the way in, don't move until I get used to you, and the pain goes away."

I withdrew my cock, and said, "I don't want to hurt you. If it hurts, let's not do it."

"You talk too much. Just plunge right in. If it hurts too much, I'll tell you. I doubt there is anything you can do to me that would hurt me."

So I entered him, and not too gently. He flinched, but by the time I was aware of his discomfort, I was all the way in, and I didn't move, as he had begged me. In a very short time, he began to sigh. "Oh God," he groaned, "fuck me now." I was happy to oblige.

I came in less than a dozen strokes, and Tyler begged me not to pull out. He let me know how good I felt inside of him. I lay on top of him, kissing his neck, and thrusting my tongue into his ears, but eventually I softened, and I couldn't stay inside of him. My cock fell out of his loving hole, and a considerable amount of cum came with it. I wiped his ass and my cock with a tissue, and resumed lying alongside him.

Tyler kissed me passionately, and for a long time. "I can't fuck you right now," he said sadly.

"Why not?"

"Because while you were fucking me, I came. I need some time to recover."

I was surprised but all I could think to say was, "It must be great getting fucked if you reached an orgasm."

Tyler whispered in my ear, "You have no idea. Wait until you feel what I felt."

We hugged each other tightly. "Unfortunately, we can't stay down here forever," I said. "My folks will get suspicious. You can fuck me next time."

Tyler sighed. "Wouldn't it be great if we could get away alone, somewhere private, and make love forever?"

"It would be wonderful. Let's work up a scheme," I agreed.

"I've got a job as a counselor at a sleep-away camp for next summer. If I can get you a job there, would you be available? Even if there aren't too many opportunities to make love, at least we'll be together, and not separated the whole summer," Tyler said.

"That's months away," I reminded Tyler.

"I know. In the mean time we'll do the best we can at home. Thank God for your secret room."

"My father wants to start training me in his work this summer," I said sadly. "I really don't want to do it. I'm not a computer geek like he is. I'll have to prevail on him to let me go."

"Well, that's one thing that I don't have to worry about." Tyler said. "My dad's a CPA, and I'd need a degree, and I'd have to pass some stiff exams, before I could do what he does."

We stopped talking and lay quietly together, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Out of the blue, Tyler sked, "Do your folks know that you're gay?"

"Well, I haven't told them. I always figured on waiting until I was in a serious, lasting relationship. Do your folks know?"

Tyler laughed. "We are more alike than I thought. That's the exact same thing I decided to do."

"Then let's tell them together."

Tyler looked at me as if to ask, what are you talking about, so I answered him with another question. "Are we in a serious, lasting relationship?"

"Are we?" he hedged

"Listen buddy," I grinned at Tyler. "Our uncles have waited almost 160 years for us to get together, and fulfill their promises to each other. Who are we to go against fate?"

"Not me," he said. He leaned over and kissed me. His kiss was somehow different. It was passionate, yet less lustful. It was a kiss that promised everlasting love.