Wheelers Love

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Tim Patterson answered the phone. Wheeler said, "Hello," and asked if Lloyd was there.

Tim told Wheeler, "Look I don't know what happened, but I can only guess that something has. Lloyd has never cried that hard and that long over anything even when he broke his leg at five years old. He's sleeping right now, Wheeler. I would really rather not wake him if that's alright. Why not call back in the morning and talk to him."

"I understand Mr. Patterson. Can you...? Well, never mind."

"Wheeler," he said "I'll tell him that you love him. Is that OK?"

"Yes sir, please do that please."

"I will, Wheeler, I will."

Chapter Ten

Coach D had been out for his morning walk. He had not even been paying attention to how long he walked. His thought was only with the great time he'd had the night before.

As he was crossing the front room on his way to the shower, he noticed the SWIM magazine on the coffee table, and he remembered that he should call Lloyd's house to check up on him. Lloyd way off yesterday. He picked up his address book and looked up the Patterson's number.

Tim Patterson was just refilling his coffee cup when the phone rang. He picked it up before it stopped ringing. "Hello," he said cheerfully, "Oh, hi, Coach D, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Tim. Look, the reason I'm calling is that Lloyd was way off with his times yesterday and then left practice early saying he didn't feel good."

At the same time, Tim spilled coffee down his shirt and yelled, "Shit that's hot," and said to Coach, "No. It's fine Coach, he just had a problem with his boyfriend yesterday," and immediately realized what he'd said.

Coach caught what he said, but since he is gay himself only responded, "Well if there's no real problem, then it should work out. I know how kids are."

"Look, Coach. I'm sorry, I just spilled coffee on myself, and, well... that just slipped out. I hope we can keep this between ourselves please."

"Look, Tim, I don't care what he does out of the pool. My main concern is what he does in the pool. It makes no difference to me, and I wouldn't say anything to anyone. But is it alright if I let him know that I know in case he wants to talk to someone about what's going on?"

Tim thought for a moment. "Coach, I'll talk to him when he gets up and let him know what has happened. I want him to hear it from me before he hears it from you. If that's all right with you?"

"Sure thing, Tim. No problem. I don't want to loose my best swimmer."

"OK, thanks, Coach. Talk to you later?"

"You bet, Tim. Later." As he hung up the phone, Coach D had time to think about what he had witnessed the other day. 'Lloyd had run out of the locker room. Then Glenn yelled after him and left almost as fast. Could the two boys be together?' he wondered.

As Tim Patterson hung up the phone, Lloyd walked in the kitchen and pulled the milk jug from the refrigerator to drink directly from the jug. Tim yelled, "Hey! Manners please. I don't want to be kissing Wheeler in my milk!"

Lloyd snorted milk though his nose and began laughing. Tim had a hard time keeping a straight face.

When Lloyd got control of himself, he said, "Damn, Dad! Don't do stuff like that. I just brushed my teeth."

Tim asked Lloyd to come outside and talk with him. He had something he needed to tell him. Once they were outside, Tim confessed, "Look son, I made a real fuck up just now."

Lloyd knew something real bad was coming, he had almost never heard his dad use profanity. Tim then explained what had happened and how it happened. Lloyd was upset at first, but then, on finding out that Coach was OK with it and not going to go spreading it around, he forgave his dad.

"Look, Dad. I would much rather it be me that outs myself from now on." There was a smile on his face.

"Yeah, well you drink from the jug again, and I'll start with the white pages and the A listings," and then both men were laughing aloud.

Lloyd was walking back through the kitchen door when the phone rang. Again he looked at the caller ID and saw it was John Simpson's number. Thinking it was Wheeler, he picked it up right away.

"Hi, Hot Stuff."

John Simpson was shocked at first but then said, "Hello, Lloyd. I'm glad it's you. I have to tell you something."

Lloyd responded, "Look Mr. Simpson, I think you said enough last night."

"I know, Lloyd, and you don't know how sorry I am. Can you please come over and we can talk please?" his voice pleaded.

Lloyd thought for a few seconds and finally said, "Yes sir, I'll be there in a few. Goodbye."

Lloyd knew he had to talk to Wheeler about how his dad had accidentally let things slip when he was talking with Coach D, and he had to prepare him for how they were going to handle it.

Wheeler had just stepped from the shower and was startled when the intercom buzzed and his Uncle John's voice called out to him.

"Yes, Uncle John?"

"Wheeler... hey, Lloyd is on his way over. Can you hurry on down? I'd like to talk to him with you there as well."

Wheeler's cock started to stiffen at the mention of Lloyd's name. "Sure, Uncle John, be right down."

.....

Ritchie had just called Glenn and was making plans to go bike riding for the day.

"Hey that's a good idea. Should we call Lloyd and Wheeler to see if they'd like to go with us?"

"No. I want to spend time with you alone. I want to ride that new bike trail we found and see where it leads."

Glenn smiled. He knew it would lead to someplace he and Ritchie could get some close time together, and his cock began to stiffen in his shorts.

Ritchie packed some things in his backpack, told his parents he was going riding for the day, and left to meet up with Glenn. When he got to Glenn's house, he found Glenn sitting in the garage just getting the bike down from the rack. He also had a backpack on and smiled at Ritchie when he saw him.

"Ready to go, man?" Ritchie called.

"Sure thing."

As the two rode down to where the trail started, they spoke of school and the fact that they hoped they could keep their secret intact till after school was out. About a mile into the trail, Ritchie stopped when he got to the new trail they had seen before.

Glenn noticed that the regular trail went straight on down the hill and commented that the side trail looked as if it had not been used in a while.

Ritchie said, "Yeah, at least not since the last rain a few weeks before. There aren't any new tire tracks on it."

They turned right and took off down the trail. After riding for a while and not seeing tracks, they decided to stop by a big oak tree just off the trail -- but still within site of it. As they took off their backpacks, both boys pulled out a small blanket, and, after noticing both had the same thing, they began to laugh.

"I brought other supplies as well," Glenn said.

"So did I."

As they spread out the blankets, they realized they could see down the trail a long way in both directions and knew they would have plenty of time to get straightened out if anyone ever did come down the trail.

As they fell into each other's arms, their lips met... beginning with a light touch that became more intense with each passing moment. Ritchie pulled the loose fitting t- shirt over Glenn's head, stopping when his arms were trapped. He leaned down to engulf his left nipple, and an audible sigh escaped from Glenn's lips. He let the t-shirt fall free as his hands wrapped around his lover. He went from left to right on Glenn's nipples.

Pulling back up, he leaned away to remove his own t-shirt and noticed the bulge in his young lover's crotch. As Ritchie pulled his t-shirt over his head, Glenn dove to return the favor by licking and nibbling on Ritchie's nipples. That got the same heavy sigh from Ritchie as Glenn himself had made just a moment before. The two boys wasted no more time and took off the remaining clothes they had on. As they lay down, Ritchie pulled Glenn over on top of him -- grinding their cocks together in the process. Both boys moaned softly. Ritchie was licking and sucking on Glenn's ear as Glenn was making his way across Ritchie's neck. Ritchie had his legs wrapped around his lover's torso and held him in place as they continued to grind into each other.

"Ritchie, I want you inside me."

"Only if you return the favor afterwards."

Glenn moaned, "Just try and stop me, stud!"

Ritchie reached and pulled Glenn to an almost seated position and then turned him around so he could tongue his ass. He was very good at rimming and loved to make Glenn hot this way. And besides, he was kind of pleased with himself for his ability to get his tongue all the way up into Glenn's hole.

He licked Glenn's crack from front to back... pausing each time his tongue passed the hole... and then slowly started to insert it. He kept this up until Glenn was firmly sitting on his face.

Glenn loved to be rimmed and loved the intense feeling that Ritchie was giving him. All the while, he was slowly jacking Ritchie's fat cock. Ever so slowly, Ritchie withdrew his tongue and added a wetted finger and started to loosen Glenn up by pushing on his prostate. Glenn was leaking like a dripping faucet, and he took his pooling pre-cum and smeared it on Ritchie's cock to aid in his slow jacking. Now his slippery fist easily moved up and down... with his thumb pressing over Ritchie's slit each time.

Ritchie added a second finger... and then a third. Glenn couldn't take the stimulation he was feeling building up in him, and he pulled up abruptly, spun himself around, and, in one fast motion, dropped down and impaled himself on Ritchie's cock.

Ritchie couldn't help it. He screamed, "YES! Oh, my God! Too good!"

Glenn started to rise and lower himself on the pole inside him... building up speed and forcefulness... slamming all the way down after pulling almost all the way out. He knew that Ritchie loved this as much as he did.

Ritchie called out breathlessly, "I won't... last long... like this, babe... It's too... good." Glenn's only reply was to go faster and clench his ass muscle tighter. Bouncing up and down, Glenn's orgasm began to overtake him. Ritchie could feel Glenn's ring tighten around his cock, and he began to thrust up to meet each downward plunge... faster and faster... until he couldn't hold it back any longer and roared, "I'm... cum-ing! Fuck, man! I... I... UNHHHH...!"

While Ritchie was pumping his cum deep into his lover's warm, wet love canal, Glenn had already let loose with his own violent orgasm as well -- his cum hitting Ritchie's neck and chest and even rocketing up to his face.

They both gripped each other's hands, breathed heavily, and stared into each other's eyes. Time seemed to stand still.

When Glenn, with a deep sigh, eventually pulled himself off of the meaty shaft that had exploded inside him, he licked Ritchie's cum-drenched body and slurped all his own cum into his mouth... then shared a deep kiss with his lover, and they traded the hot juice back and forth before they both swallowed it together.

After resting in each other's arms for a few minutes, Glenn reached into his backpack and pulled out baby wipes and cleaned Ritchie's sensitive cock. Ritchie licked Glenn's softening cock clean. Rolling on their sides, the boys hugged each other and drifted off under the shade of the tree.

After a timeless, rejuvenating nap, Ritchie worked his way down his lover's body and started to suck on his growing cock. He then rolled Glenn over on his back and in no time they were repeating what they had just done, but with Ritchie taking the role on top. Glenn was just as good at rimming, and Ritchie loved the feel of his lover giving him as much pleasure as he had given him. After both boys had come again, they cleaned up and dressed and rested in the afternoon shade of their newfound love spot.

.....

Lloyd arrived at Wheeler's house just as Wheeler was coming around the side of the garage. Looking around Wheeler asked, "Hello. Are you mad at me?" Lloyd's anger left at that second -- no longer bothered about what had happened last night. Meeting in the drive, both boys playfully bumped into each other and then went toward the house. John Simpson, who was standing at the kitchen sink, saw them playing around and could only smile. He knew down deep that what the boys were feeling must truly be love.

As they entered the kitchen, John walked over and hugged Lloyd -- who looked over at Wheeler with a questioning expression on his face. Wheeler could only shrug his shoulders and raise his eyebrows in return.

John was the first to speak, "Lloyd I'm sorry. I never really doubted that you were the best thing for Wheeler, and I hope that you didn't take what I said about loose sex to mean you. I know how Wheeler must feel towards you, and I understand what you must feel for him. I know that you'll always protect and help each other, and again, I'm sorry for last night. Will you ever forgive me for being such a worry wart?"

Lloyd nodded affirmatively until he could find his voice and finally responded, "John I love him and will always love him, and I will always protect him and would never do anything that would ever hurt him."

Wheeler quickly added, "And I feel the same way."

"Well then that's that," John Simpson said, "and welcome to the family."

Lloyd could only smile, and Wheeler hugged his uncle as Lloyd was pulled into the three-way hug. Carol Simpson was sitting at the table and said, "Hey, what about me?" The boys ran over and hugged her too. As John made it a four- way hug, she finally said, "OK, OK! Let me get to work on something for these starving boys to eat."

After breakfast, Wheeler and Lloyd went back upstairs to the apartment and sat down to talk about what had happened with the couch. Lloyd told Wheeler about the phone conversation, and the boys decided that they would take things as they came. But they wouldn't let anything come between them.

They sat and talked for a long time about the implications and decided to wait to see what, if anything, would happen. As they sat and talked, they took turns kissing and petting each other. Lloyd finally pulled back and said, "Wheeler I don't know if I'm ready to do all the things that Ritchie and Glenn were talking about, but I know that when I am, I want it to be with you."

"I know what you mean. We have a good thing going right now. I never want to do anything you don't want to do or rush you into something that we both might not be ready for. But some of the things they were talking about sure made me horny as hell."

They both laughed. Wheeler then turned and looked at the bed and then back to Lloyd and smiled, and Lloyd smiled back. They got up from the couch, Lloyd went and locked the door -- stating that, from now on, that was a must. Wheeler agreed. Lloyd moved over to Wheeler and, without warning, reached down and pulled his shirt right over his head, then grabbed him and slowly whispered in his ear, "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

Standing there, Wheeler pushed his hands up under Lloyd's shirt and gently started to rub his nipples with both hands. Lloyd moved over toward the edge of the bed and backed Wheeler up to the side. Then just dropped to his knees and released Wheeler's belt and slid his shorts, as well as his jockey boxers, down to his ankles. Lloyd was not surprised to find Wheeler's nine-inch cock hard and starting to leak that clear juice he so loved. As Wheeler step out of his shorts, Lloyd took his left nut in his mouth and started to lick and gently pull on it. Wheeler moaned, "Oh yeah, man. That feels so good."

Lloyd moved over to the right one and proceeded to lick and suck on that one as well. Wheeler was running his hands through Lloyd's hair, and his cock was jabbing up in the air. Lloyd took Wheeler's cock and licked and wet the entire length before taking just the head into his mouth to suck. His fingers tightly squeezed from the base to the top so as to release and drink the pre-cum stored in the long tool. Lloyd loved that syrup.

He then slowly took Wheeler's cock as deep as he could and then, after three tries, found that by relaxing his throat muscles, he could take even more. After working on his lover's cock for just a few minutes, Lloyd's throat had opened up all the way -- allowing that incredibly huge engorged shaft to become fully encased in his sucking mouth and throat. He was taking it all the way down to the base, and his nose was pressed into Wheeler's pubic hair. God, what a feeling!

Wheeler could not believe that, for the first time, Lloyd was deep-throating his massive tool.

Lloyd could only moan and feverishly suck this swollen monster. Wheeler could only moan and feverishly fuck this hot, wet mouth.

Before it got too far, though, Lloyd pulled the cock from his mouth and picked up his lover and laid him on the bed with his butt at the edge -- almost hanging off the side. Then he went right back to what he was doing. After a few more strokes, he lowered himself to the floor and was sucked and nibbled on Wheeler's soft sack -- rolling his balls from left to right.

Then, knowing what he was longing to do, he lifted Wheeler's legs. Wheeler called down, "Lloyd, Hun, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Lloyd didn't respond but just stared adoringly at that lovely pink hole. He then thrust out his tongue began lapping from the bottom of his beloved's ass crack all the way to the edge of his nuts. When he reached the rosebud, he stopped to tease it -- his tongue making fast little circles and occasionally jabbing at the opening.

Wheeler had never felt anything like this in his life. It was beyond belief of any bodily pleasure that he could conceive. He was on fire! Electricity ran from his ass and surged through his whole body.

The moan rapidly became a roar so loud that Lloyd at first thought he had hurt him. He quickly found out, though, that it was the sound of pure pleasure. So he probed the love- hole even harder. Wheeler, in utter ecstasy, thrashed wildly about on the bed, gripping and tugging at the blanket with both hands.

Lloyd was now tongue fucking his lover's hole and was going in and out faster and faster. He was thinking to himself that this was not at all unpleasant in any way. It was, in fact, really turning him on. He wondered if Wheeler would ever do it to him as well. He'd be able to feel the same pleasure that he was obviously giving Wheeler. From the reaction he was getting from him, the feeling must be incredible.

Lloyd let go of Wheeler's legs, and Wheeler grabbed his ankles in his hands and gave his lover as much room as he could. Lloyd reached up and with a wet finger started to push and relax the rosebud before him. As he slid his finger in, he heard Wheeler gasp, and he asked if he was all right.

"Ohhh, yessss..... definitely!"

Lloyd now had most of his finger in and was moving it all around -- feeling the warm, spongy walls. But hen he pushed in even deeper, he hit Wheeler's prostrate.

Home! Wheeler let out a surprised cry of sheer joy, and Lloyd knew he had found what Glenn and Ritchie had talked about. He rubbed the spot over and over and jammed his finger rapidly in and out over the nut.

With his other hand, he had just pulled Wheeler's cock back into his mouth and was once again deep-throating him when it suddenly swelled up to its full thickness and the eye of the head opened wide. For Wheeler, colored flashing lights began exploding in his brain, and he let out a noise somewhere between a shout, a scream and a roar. His whole body quivered and shook, and his electrified cock, encased by Lloyd's hot, wet throat, erupted in the biggest gusher of his life. Lloyd never pulled off. Again and again blasted volleys of thick cream from the depths of this beautiful boy who was the love of his life.

The first few shots passed right down his throat, and when he pulled back a bit, he got the taste of his lover's juices. This is what he had been trying to get. As Wheeler's orgasm hit, his ass muscles clamped down tightly around the invading finger, and Lloyd thought he was never going to get his finger back, much less unbroken! The tightness of Wheeler's hole was incredible.

But Lloyd slowly pulled it out, and, when he leaned up on the bed to kiss his lover, he found that Wheeler was all but passed out.

'Wow,' Lloyd thought, 'he must really have gone off the deep end.'

Wheeler started to come back to reality. He felt so much in love. As he opened his eyes, he saw that Lloyd was just staring at him with tears in his eyes.

"What is it babe, what's wrong?"

Lloyd could only reply, "I love you so much. I only wanted you to feel it."

Wheeler looked at Lloyd with tears starting to fill his eyes. "I did feel it. Man, oh man, did I ever feel it!" Then he added, "And I want you to feel it too. I love you so much."

"I want to feel it. I want to feel everything with you. I love you so much," Lloyd said.

Wheeler drew himself down lower and began to lick and suck on Lloyd's cock and balls. Lloyd knew he was in for a treat he only hoped it would feel as good as it seemed to for Wheeler. Wheeler lowered his face to his lover's tight swimmer's butt. There was the faint perfume of male musk, and it was not at all to his disliking. He slowly licked the rosebud of his lover, and that sent a shiver of joy throughout Lloyd. "Yessss... yesss!"

Wheeler knew what joy and sensations he was giving his lover and knew that he would enjoy what was coming next. He stuck his tongue right on the hole and jammed it in as deep as he could. This set Lloyd off big time ... thrashing about on the bed.

After several minutes of Lloyd moaning, Wheeler got his finger as wet as he could make it. He slipped it in to the first knuckle and Lloyd reacted with a resounding, "Oh God! That is so fucking hot! Just keep it there. Keep it there! Please don't take it out."

Wheeler slowly started to circle his finger in his lover's tight ass, and then, while licking and pushing, slid it in as deep as he could. He found Lloyd's prostate and started to press and rub on it. Lloyd's cock was, for the first time in his life, pulsing and pumping out pre-cum in spurts. They both could not believe it. Wheeler sucked up the pooling juice and was trying to catch Lloyd's bouncing cock. Once he caught it, he spread the juice he'd had gathered up onto it, smoothed it all around the head and shaft, and then with open mouth went down as deep as he could and was now with his own nose in Lloyd's crotch hair as Lloyd had been in his earlier.

Lloyd warned Wheeler, "Oh, hon! I can't hold out much longer." Wheeler applied a deep, pulsating suction on Lloyd's cock while pushing and rubbing his finger quickly over Lloyd's prostrate. Lloyd had never had this much pleasure in his life. And then, like a run-away train, the onrushing surge overtook him. The intense thrill set his toes to tingling, the hairs on his legs to stand on end, his whole body in goose-bump mode, and from his loins, he pumped more juice out than he had ever produced before. He just kept coming and coming and coming! He could feel Wheeler struggling to continue fingering his ass without much luck because of how tight the ring had gripped his finger.

As his orgasm subsided, Wheeler pulled his finger out with a pop, and instantly Lloyd felt empty. When Wheeler climbed up the bed, he found that, like himself, Lloyd was almost passed out. But still they kissed deeply and passionately, and Wheeler exchanged some of Lloyd's juice with him.

As they rested, they both knew that this was something they definitely wanted to repeat... and often. They drifted off, and Wheeler later awakened to a soft knocking on the door. He looked over to Lloyd who was still asleep. Grabbing a small blanket from the end of the bed, he covered his sleeping nude boyfriend. He grabbed his shorts, slid into them, and went to the door. Once the door was opened, he saw his Uncle John standing there and Wheeler stepped out onto the landing to talk with him. John Simpson, knowing what had probably gone on inside the room, stepped back to allow Wheeler to join him on the small landing.

"Wheeler, I just wanted you to know that Aunt Carol and I are leaving in a while. We're going to go do some shopping. Your aunt left some food warming in the oven for you and Lloyd."

Wheeler looked down as his face turned slightly red. John smiled and said, "Its OK. I was young once myself." Wheeler smiled. "We should be back around seven. I'll talk to you later."

As he turned to go down the stairs, John stopped and looked back up, "Nice chest, nephew, and please open a window in there. It smells sort of a like a locker room." John Simpson continued down the stairs and smirked, "Sorry kiddo, I couldn't resist," and left Wheeler standing where he was a deeper shade of red on his face.

He had put on shorts but not a shirt. It was only then that he realized there were dried cum spots all over his chest. Now he was truly embarrassed. Wheeler walked back into the room, and he thought to himself, 'You know... he was right.' It did smell of sweat and young boys, and there was a definite smell of cum in the air. He also thought that he liked the smell. He walked over to the bed and slowly climbed up... stopping when his face was at his lover's crotch. He inhaled deeply, instantly liking the smell of Lloyd. He leaned in and licked the insides of his thighs, and Lloyd's cock started to grow almost immediately. Then he took the hardening shaft into his mouth and started to give Lloyd a really good head job.

"What a way to wake up. Please don't stop."

But Wheeler pulled off and said, "Save it for later. That was just your 'alarm clock.' We both need a shower."

As the two climbed from the bed, Wheeler told Lloyd what John had said. Lloyd only commented, "Maybe we should get a fan and keep the window open."

"Yeah, then the whole block would be able to tell what was going on."

The boys quickly showered and then went down to the main house. Both seemed to be very hungry and in need of replenishing some body fluids.

As they were eating, the conversation came around to Glenn and Ritchie. Wheeler asked Lloyd, "What do you think of those two?"

"I hope that when we get to three years, we are still as much in love and caring for each other as they are."

"I know I will be."

"Me too. You know... we should do something together with them... maybe go to a movie tonight."

"Sounds like a good plan to me. I'll call them when we get back upstairs."

Just then the phone rang. Lloyd, being closer, picked it up and said, "Hello. Simpson residence."

The voice on the other end said, "Hello. Is John or Carol home?"

Lloyd replied "No. I'm sorry they stepped out. Who's calling?"

"Well, this is Elijah. I'm Carol's brother. Who's this?"

"I'm Lloyd Patterson, a friend of the family."

"Well, please let my sister know that I have a week off from school and was thinking about coming over for a few days."

"I will. Would you like to talk to Wheeler?"

"Wheeler's there? Sure, I'd like to say hello."

Lloyd handed the phone to Wheeler.

"Hi, Uncle E."

"Hi, Wheeler. What are you doing there?"

"Long story. What are you up to?"

"Well I've got a week off school and no practice, so I thought I'd call sis and come over for a visit."

"Cool. I'll tell them you called when they get back or leave then a note if I take off."

"Thanks, cuz. Talk with you later then."

Elijah hung up the phone, thinking, 'Why would Wheeler be there in the middle of the school year? Why isn't he at home?' He knew he had to ask a few questions of his sister and brother-in-law when he went to visit. He wanted to call Coach D, but he figured he'd be busy on a Sunday afternoon.

As he was hanging up the phone, a sense of dread came over Wheeler.

"What's wrong?" Lloyd asked. He could see the look appear on Wheeler's face.

"Well, my Uncle Elijah said he might be coming for a visit. I don't know what, if anything, Uncle John or Aunt Carol has told him. What if he hates me like my dad?"

"Makes no difference. You're with us, and we love you. If he has a problem, then it's his problem -- plain and simple."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

As they cleaned up the dishes and headed out the door, Glenn and Ritchie were coming up the drive with backpacks on their bikes.

"Hey," Lloyd said, "we were just going to call you." "Yeah," said Ritchie, "we need to talk to you. I have a favor to ask."

Seems like a good place to stop. Wonder what is going to happen next? Stay tuned folks, it is not over yet. Flames will be ignored and encouragement is always accepted. Ideas if you have some as well usock@aol.com.