Steve had his legs under him, folded at the knees, with me up on his lap, with him impaled inside of me. I was laying back on the pillows, my arms spread wide, my legs wrapped around his waist. Steve had his hands on my hips. I loved it this way, him deep inside of me. He had rocked himself slowly, going in and out, pounding my spot. I had shot out twice all over my chest and was trying to catch my breath. He slid his hands across my hips and brought them toward my cock, he used both thumbs, tossing my balls back and forth between them, making me moan and breath hard, but then he stopped and was very still.

"Did you hear that?" He asked softly.

"Hear what?" I breathed hard.

"Shhh, listen." He said softly. I regained my breath and listened. I heard it, but wasn't sure what it was. I rolled my head a little. "It's outside." Steve whispered. I could feel him slipping out of me a little. "I think it's next door." Steve cocked his head a little more over. "It is next door. It sounds like...moaning." And then we heard another sound, louder this time, like a long 'yes'. Steve looked at me, grinning. "You think it's Evie?"

"She said Brian was coming over. Maybe it's them." I giggled. "Should we peek over the fence? It might be hot to watch."

"Are you kidding?" Steve asked. "You want to watch Evie getting laid?"

"Well, she's watched us..."

"What?!" Steve looked at the window over the bed, with a shocked look on his face.

"Yeah, the other night at the pool. Remember? You and me...water...almost dark?"

"Really? She was watching us?" I could see the embarrasment in his face, and his cock getting softer in me.

"Well, she's not the only one."

"What? Who else? Why didn't you say something to me?"

"I thought you knew. Darrin and Billy were watching, too. Darrin said it worked Billy up for an all nighter."

"Really." Steve said flatly. "I had no idea."

"Come on, let's go take a look. You can see through the fence into her room."

"No." Steve said, as I rolled off him, getting on the floor, pulling at his hand.

"Oh, come on. I want to see what this Brian looks like without his clothes on." I wiggled my eyebrows at Steve. "He's really cute."

Steve shook his head at me. "What?"

"Oh, come on." I pulled him off the bed, dragging him down the hall. We went outside and around to the sideyard, being quiet. We got to the fence where Evie's room was. We looked through the fence boards into the window.

Evie was sideviewed to us, sitting on the dresser, totally naked. Brian was in between her legs, rocking his hips, sliding in and out of her.. you couldn't see his length, but with the depth of the strokes, he had to be really long, and the way Evie was moaning and panting, she was obviously really enjoying it. She had her hands in his hair, hanging on tight as he slid in and out, and then she let out another long, deep moan, and then a hiss. I looked at Steve and he looked at me.

"Do you think she...?" I asked in a whisper.

"Oh, yeah." Steve answered, smiling, then looking down at me. He reached over and touched my hardon. He stroked it lightly a couple of times, then motioned for me to follow him. We walked over to the pool. He turned and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him, trapping my cock between us. "You liked that, didn't you?" He asked, kissing me gently. "Got you all worked up again, didn't it?" He kissed me again. "I want you to fuck me, here in the pool. She's busy and can't watch. We're alone."

"Uh, no were not." I said, pointing at the back fence. I saw movement as we walked up to the pool, and now saw it again. It was Darrin or Billy, or both. "Should we put on a show for them?" I asked in his ear very quietly. "Like we did for Dean?" Steve was getting hard over thinking about it.

"No," He turned and kissed me. "When we make love together from now on, I want us to be alone, no audience." My heart dropped, I loved being watched, I don't know why, but it really turned me on. I was harder now than I was earlier. My chest was covered with dried cum, and now I was leaking everywhere on the concrete. Steve wiped it up with a finger off my tip and put it to his lips, teasing me. "Come on, let's go inside. Let's eat dinner." He took me by the hand and led me into the house. We sat down at the dining room table, and ate dinner, naked. It was really hot.

We cleared the table and took the dishes to the sink, I washed, he dried, and we got everything cleaned up. He closed the slider and locked it, and then took me by the hand, and led me down the hall, locking the front door as we walked by.

In the bedroom, he leaned over the edge of the bed, resting himself on his forearms, spreading his feet wide, exposing his tight muscular ass to me. I dropped to my knees and wasted no time pushing my tongue into his tight hole, making him moan. I licked his crack up and down for a long time, every once in a while hearing moans from next door. Steve spun around and lay on the bed, his butt hanging over the edge.

"Put it in me, little man, make me scream." He said softly. And I did as he asked, slowly sliding into him, until I was in all the way. He moaned so loudly with the pressure. I started to pump in and out of him, going slow at first, then he lifted his head, staring at me. "Fuck me, Kevin, fuck me hard." And I did. I pounded the hell out him, slapping against his butt with my legs and balls. "Faster, baby, faster." He hissed out through clenched teeth. I had cum some much earlier, it was taking time to build up in me, which was great, because it gave me time to just fuck him hard and wild. He rested his feet on my shoulders, while I held onto his legs, above the knees, pounding deeply, long and fast. I knew I was hitting his spot, I could tell by his breathing, and now his deep moaning, he was getting close.

He erupted out, as he just barely touched himself, clamping on me. I kept going as best I could with his muscle bearing down on me. I got as deep as I could and went faster, making him moan deeper, his head rolling from side to side on the bed. His hands were pulling at the sheets, tearing them out of their corners, the corners of the mattress lifting and slapping back down, loosing the sheets. OH, God, Yes! I loved sex with him, making love with him, to him. I was feeling it build up in me, as his clamping slowly eased up, and his shooting had stopped. I was free again to thrust in, long and deep, and I went to it, hammering him, making both of us moan, and then it came. I shot into him, pumping and filling his insides. The sweat was running off me, mixing with the dried cum from earlier, making me glisten in the very low light of the room. I slid my hands up his stomach and leaned forward on him, staying inside. My cock was throbbing from all of the use, and my balls were so tight. I met him, as he raised up and we kissed, chewing each others lips, chasing each others tongues. I rocked my hips back and forth against him, wanting it again. He dropped his head on the bed.

"Oh, my God, little man. That was so good." He took a deep breath, then let it out. "We need to do that more often."

"Yeah, but I like it better when you're in me." I said softly, making him smile. He folded an arm behind his head and looked up at me.

"Really? There are times when I want it just as bad as you do." We heard another deep moan from next door, this time it sounded deep and male. We both smiled and I giggled.

"Sounds like Brian got off." I said softly. "And you think I'm a machine?" Steve laughed, and started to move, sliding me out of him.

He rolled off the bed, and stood next to me, wrapping his arms around me. "You are a machine, and I love it. I hope it will always be this way." He kissed my forehead, and I tipped my head forward and leaned on his shoulder. "Come on, lets get cleaned up, then we can fix the bed you wrecked."

"I wrecked? What do you mean?" Steve laughed, as he walked into the bathroom, then turned on the shower. He stepped in and then pulled me in with him. There was barely enough room for one, let alone both of us. We washed each other and then got out. Once we were dried, we went back into the bedroom and put the bed back together, and then climbed in. I nuzzled in next to him, my muscular tanned beauty. He sighed, laying there on his back, while I traced his nipple with a fingertip. "I love this." I said, feeling very sleepy and comfortable.

"I do too. But, not as much as I love you." He whispered against my forehead. I tilted my head up and he came down and we kissed passionately, I rubbed his nipple with the palm of my hand, making tight circles over it. He pulled back a little. "That's enough, you little machine. Anything else, and you'll have to wait til morning."

"Oh, okay." I huffed out, turning over. I heard Steve chuckle, then try to rub his hand over my hip. "No, now, you said, I have to wait til morning, and that means you too."

He nuzzled into the back of my neck, through my hair, with his nose, and then his mouth. "Well, okay, if that's the way you want it."

"Jerk." I said softly, making him chuckle again on my neck. I remember smiling and then starting to drift off to sleep. I smiled openly at the feeling, knowing what tomorrow may bring.

The light was coming through the window above the bed. There was a slight breeze making the thin curtain billow out a little. My eyes fluttered open. I rolled my head slowly to look behind me. Yes, he was still there, sleeping peacefully on his back, one hand was laying against my back. I slowly got up and went into the bathroom, quietly I used the toilet and flushed it. Then I checked to make sure he was still asleep, and he was. I brushed my teeth, quietly, and then crept out of the room. I went into the kitchen and made coffee, getting the pot plugged in. I went back to the bedroom.

He was just so beautiful, laying there, the sheet twisted up in between his legs, covering him a little, and then trailing over to my side of the bed. I wish I had a camera. He looked like he could be on some magazine cover or something, or like those cheap romance novels that my Mother reads with the artwork on the cover, the hot guy, and the woman with big boobs, with torn clothes.

I crept up on the bed, slowly and took the sheet and slowly pulled it back, exposing him. His length was soft and laying over his leg, his large balls hung down between his thighs, the tan line was visible like he had a bathing suit on when he layed out. I slowly bent down and started to run my tongue up and down his length, causing it to move a little. He inhaled once, turning his head to the other side, shifting an arm up and laying it over his eyes. I kept running my tongue up and down on him, making him hard, slowly, and then once it was fully up and laying on his stomach, I picked it up and swallowed it, gently, slowly, sliding my mouth up and down on him. I loved the taste, the taste of him. I cupped his balls in one hand and slowly kneaded them, making him breath hard and start to moan. I heard a deep inhale from behind me, as I had my back to him. I felt his hand in my hair.

"Oh, yeah, Kevin, yeah." He said softly, kneading my hair with his fingers from both hands now. "That feels so good, baby. Oh, yeah. I could wake up like this every morning." I started bobbing up and down on him faster now, squeezing his balls, working them. "Oh, fuck, Kevin." Steve moaned. "Oh, Kevin, you're gonna make me cum, baby."

I kept going, giving tighter suction, like he does to me. He moans again and his breathing is deeper now, and then he erupts in my mouth. I keep going, letting the cum spill out, running back down him, dropping at his base. He pulls at my hair as I'm still sliding on him. I slow and then pull off of him. He looks down at me, as I shift around in between his legs.

His breathing is starting to even out as he watches me lick up his load. I'm watching him, as he watches me. "Bring it up here. I want to share it." He says, trying to pull me. I just keep licking it up and swallowing it, teasing him. Once it's all gone, I move my mouth a little down and swallow one of his balls. He moans as he spreads his legs wider, his cock has gone soft now. I switch to the other one, sucking on it now, making him moan again. I run a finger around his hole, teasing him, he rocks his hips a little to spread himself. "So, you tease, you won't share my load, are you gonna share your cock? Please tell me you're gonna fuck me again."

I chuckle, licking his balls. "Not yet." I say in a teasing voice. He moans and runs his fingers through my hair. I swallow one of his balls again, he sighs lightly. I can see his cock flexing and slowly sliding up his leg. I lick his nut with my tongue inside my mouth. He spreads his legs a little wider. I let his nut go and move down, lifting his balls with my nose, licking at his line leading to his tight butt. I love it, as he rocks his hips up a little giving me more access. I move in, licking in between his cheeks. He rocks forward a little more, giving me his opening. I tongue it, lick it, and then turn my face sideways, clamping my lips over it, giving him tight suction.

"Oh, God." He whispers, "Oh, yes." He moans out. "Yes, do that, yes."

I pull off and spin around on the bed, putting myself under his legs, pushing my tip at his waiting hole. He rocks up a little and I push inside him, making him gasp a little. I slide in and push deeper. I scoot my hip toward him a little more, pushing myself all the way in. I lay there for a minute, giving us both time to adjust. I slowly start to move in and out of him. He lifts a leg higher, letting me get closer, giving it all to him. He pulls at himself while I slide in and out. I'm rolling myself back and forth into him, slowly, making him breath heavy. I grunted and ground into him, deeper and deeper, holding it there and slid back out almost all the way, then would go back in, rolling my hardness around in him. He kept lifting his head and then falling back on the pillow, moaning each time I did it.

I was moving slowly, but I could feel him urging me to faster, as he pushed against me. I was watching him as pulled on himself, he was so hard, leaking out of his tip, a small string connected between his tip and his stomach. It was so hot to watch. Steve rolled his head and looked over at me, his eyes were almost glassy. His mouth was open, taking in air, but like he smiling. He moaned as he shot out all over his chest, clamping on me.

The pressure on my cock was tight as I tried to push in. I was feeling my own load building, getting ready to shoot myself, as I pushed hard and deep into him through the clamping. I went faster, pounding into him. His head went back into the pillow as he moaned loudly, making me moan as well, and then I cut loose inside of him, and buried my full length into him. I felt the pulsing of my length, again and again in him. I lay my head on the bed, panting and then taking a deep breath. We lay there for a couple of minutes, trying to compose ourselves.

"Fuckin awesome." Steve whispered. I smiled over at him. "You are incredible, little man."

"Practice makes perfect." I whisper back. He rubs a hand over my chest, smiling.

"I love 'practice'." I slowly slid out of his wet, slick ass. I slide over to his to side and start to lick his load up off his stomach and chest, watching him as I do it. "You're going to share that, right?" I still have his eyes to mine, and I shrug a shoulder, scooping up the last of it on my tongue. Without giving me a chance, he grabs me and pulls me up to his mouth, his tongue going into my mouth forcefully. I have no time to react, but love being roughed like this, and melt into his arms, letting him take me.

He chasing his tongue around my mouth, stealing his own cum from me, swallowing it, and me, making me moan in his mouth. His hands and arms are sliding up and down my back, going down to my butt. I throw a leg over him, laying on him fully, rocking my hips, rubbing our cocks together. I feel myself getting hard again, but my cock aches. I bring up my arms and put my hands to his face, and start to tongue him back, furiously. I just want to eat him all up, and apparently he feels the same way, as he is pulling me tighter and tighter to him. This is so freakin good!

He finally pushes me back slowly, looking into my eyes. "We need to get up." He says softly.

"What? Your joking, right? I told you we were going to stay in bed all day long." I said, grinding my cock against his.

He smiles at me. "You are such a little machine. I need to turn your switch off for a little while." He said softly, looking deep into my eyes. He's running a couple of fingers up and down my spine. "There's a few things I want to take care of today."

"Like what? I can do anything if you just tell me what you want done." I look back, pleadingly. "I'm running out of things to do." He chuckles.

"You are something, you know that? I don't know how I got so lucky to find you."

"Your truck got stuck in the snow that night, remember?"

He smiled and his eyes turned, changing into that dreamy look. He melts me when he looks at me like that. "I remember very well." He reaches and strokes my hair. "If you had been older, I would have taken you that night in front of the fire."

"I was so hard that night in my sleeping bag, looking at your naked body in the fire light. I dreamed about you so many nights after that. I thought I would never see you again. And, now look at where we are." I said, grinding against him again.

He smiled wide. "You frickin little machine." He grabbed me and rolled me off him. "We need to get up."

"I was trying." I said in a smartass tone. "Somebody's stopping me." I tried to be as sexy as I could. I spread my legs wide and put my arms behind my head, giving him another of my best 'boy' looks. I could see by his expression, it was working, and I smiled as he was watching my cock slowly climb up me on its own. "So, really want to get out of bed?"

He shook his head at me. "Don't you ever get enough?" He asked softly, as he started to reach for me. Doorbell. "Oh My God!" He said. "You had me talked into it, too." Doorbell.

"I'll give you one guess who it is." I said, still trying to be seductive. "If we ignore it, she'll go away." Doorbell.

"Argh! I doubt it. Maybe we should move." Steve said as he pulled on his shorts. "I'll be right back." I giggled as he walked out of the room.

I got up and went into the bathroom, taking my shorts with me. I slipped them on and brushed out my hair. I wanted to look really good for him all day. I could hear voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I walked down the hallway and to the front door.

"Morning, Evie." I called out as I went by the door, heading to the kitchen. "Coffee's ready."

"Morning, Kevin." She said, stepping by Steve, he rolled his eyes and closed the door.

I poured three cups, fixing hers the way she liked it, sliding it to her, handing Steve his. I sipped mine, then smiled at Evie.

"So, did Brian go home?" I asked, making her choke a little. Steve's eyes widened, looking at me. I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Must have had a good time last night."

"KEVIN!" They both said at the same time. Steve stepped over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Evie." Steve said. "He's pissy this morning cause he didn't get his way this morning." Steve giving me a stern look.

"It didn't sound like that to me." Evie said, recovering nicely.

"Oh," I said, playing the game, "you heard that, too? Hmmm. We heard quite a bit last night as well." Evie was blushing really bad. "So," I said, leaning on the counter close to her face, "are you going to see Brian again?"

"He said, he'd call me." She said quietly. Steve rolled his eyes, standing behind her, still his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure he will." I said, patting the back of her hand. "So, where's the paper?" I asked smiling.

"Oh, I forgot it. I'm sorry, let me go and get..." I stopped her by holding up a hand.

"I thought I said no coffee and paper today." I said softly.

"I know, but I needed to get the car." She said just as soft.

"Oh, okay. Well, it's in the driveway." I said.

"I know that, silly, you have the keys."

"I do? Really?" It dawned on me, they must in my pants pocket. "I'm sorry. I'll go get them. I totally forgot about it." I rushed to the bedroom. I found them in the pocket, and rushed back to the kitchen, handing them to her. She smiled at me. I kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry."

"It's alright. I'll make another set for you today." She stood up and gave me a hug. I was looking at Steve still behind her. His eyes were wide. She let me go and turned and looked at him, giving him a hug as well. He returned it. She let him go, patting his cheek. "Well, I'm off to the store. Do you want me to pick you up anything?"

"No, we'll be going later on." Steve said quickly, watching her walk to the door.

"Well, okay then. I'll see you later." She said as she closed the door. Steve turned back to me.

"She really likes you. You're a good friend to her."

"Yeah, she's sweet." I sipped more coffee. "Okay," I said as I put my cup down, and took his out of his hand. "so where were we before we were so rudely interrupted."

Steve reached out and pushed my shorts down. I stepped out of them, smiling, putting my arms around his neck. I felt myself get instantly hard, as I leaned toward him, but he leaned back away from. He pushed his shorts down, letting them fall to the floor, then stepping out of them.

"We've got work to do. I need your help to do it."

I grinned. "I'll help you..." I started as I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him.

"Not that." He said. "Jeez. We'll do that later. Come on, we're going to work in the spare rooms. I need your help to move that furniture around." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "But, I want us to work naked. You good with that?"

"Oh, I'm always good with that." I grinned even wider.

We set off down the hall, me following him, watching that perfect ass of his. I couldn't get rid of my hardon. We moved furniture around, placing it. A desk, dresser, night stands. It was all older furniture. I asked him where it came from and why it wasn't in our bedroom. He said it had belonged to his grandparents and really it was the only thing he had from any of his family. It had been given to him when he bought the house. He didn't want to use it because he didn't want it wrecked. We were sweaty from moving everything and I asked him if he wanted me to paint in here. He said that would be fine if I wanted to just to cover everything up. Now that I knew where he wanted everything, I was relieved because of the new carpet coming. I kept that to myself. I heard the phone ringing. He just stared at me.

"No one ever calls me." He said. "It might be your Mom." I went on a dead run for the phone.

"Hello?" I sighed hearing the voice on the other end, it was my Mother. I sat on a stool, talking to her for a few minutes. Steve came back into the kitchen, giving me side glances now and then as she was asking me questions about the carpet. I was trying to answer as best I could and she finally got it, that he was standing there. I looked at him, handing him the phone. He smiled at me, taking it.

"I thought I told you not call me at this number..." He said, jokingly. He turned his back to me, twisting the phone cord around his back. He was laughing and joking with her, as I got down on knees and started to lick in between his cheeks, making him wince. He made up some excuse to her about me, as I moved around and took him in my mouth. His soft length crammed in, I teased it with my tongue, and he started to get hard. His breathing was getting deeper. He tilted the phone up so she couldn't hear it. He was fully hard now, I was sliding him in and out of my mouth fully, cupping his balls in one hand, tossing them in my fingers. My other hand went around and started to finger his opening, as he leaned against the counter, spreading his feet a little wider, making it easier for me to get to him. "Okay," Steve said into the phone. "No, he went off to the shower. I'll tell him though, and I'll have him call you. Okay, we'll talk to you later. Bye-bye." He hung up the phone and ran a hand through my hair as I was going furiously on him, my mouth up and down, my fingers, in and out. "You fucking little shit." He said softly. I looked up at him, sliding up and down on him. I pulled off, making a popping sound.

"I thought we were done?" I asked, trying to be cute, licking his slit.

"I'm on the phone with..." He moans as I slid back over him. His fingers lock into my hair. "...your're gonna make me..." He moans and pulses into the back of my mouth, giving what I want, "...cuuummm." He moans deeply. I push my fingers in deeper inside of him, still cradling his tight balls, taking and swallowing all of his hot load. I pull my fingers out of him, slide off of his cock, but still hold his balls. I smile up at him as I lean in and lick at them. He moans again, then pulls me to my feet.

I feel him wrap his hand around me, looking me in the eyes. It's tight pressue on me, pulling me. I go to kiss him, but he pulls back, just staring at me. He lets me go for a few seconds and wets his palm, then reapplies it to me, pulling me again. Faster and faster he goes. I want to kiss him, but he resists, we just stare at each other. I can feel it building up in me, I stand on the balls of my feet as it builds up even more, and then I feel it, making me moan, shooting my load all over him. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning in trying to kiss him, again he resists me. He's using my own cum to lube me as he pulls on me again. I'm breathing so hard, and am loving this feeling so much, I lean my head back, looking at the ceiling, letting him do what he wants to me, my legs spreading a little wider, my balls are tight, and I feel it again.

"Oh, fuck, baby." I moan. "Yes, stroke my cock, yes."

He puts his mouth near my ear. "Cum on me again, little man. Yeah, that's right, shoot it out again." He pulls faster, my cock slicker with my own fluid. "Yeah, cum on me, cover my dick with your cum." He's growling low in my ear. And, I do cum, again, all over him, as he's guided me over his base, pointing me. Fuck it was hot. "Feel better?" He asked softly in my ear. I nod in answer. "Had enough?" I nod slowly, catching my breath. "Good. Now, let's go get cleaned up. We need to go to town." I moan. "Yes, we're going to town. It won't do any good to whine. Now, be a good boy, and let's go." He turns me around and follows me down the hallway, he puts both hands on my ass. "You do have the cutest little butt."

"Hands off mister, or I'll tell my boyfriend."

A deeper grab now, slowing me down. "You'll tell him what?" He growls in my ear.

"I'll tell him you won't keep your hands off me, and he'll kick your ass." I moan, feeling hands go around me from behind, his soft cock going against my crack, spreading my cum all over me. He squeezes my nipples, kissing my neck and then lets me go. "Hmmm, just like I thought...a tease." I walk toward the bathroom, I hear footsteps coming up quickly behind me, then hands taking me, forcing me over to the bed. I try to resist but he's just too strong. My hands go down on the bed, and then I feel a wet pressure in my ass, making me gasp, spreading my feet, his tongue buried in me. He moves it around inside me, then pulls out.

"Would a tease do that?" He asks, then goes back for more, making me moan. I feel a hand grab my balls, pulling on them. He lets go and stands behind me. I feel him press into me. He slides in making me groan under the sudden pressure. "Would tease do this? Let me fuck you using your own cum to lube me and your tight ass. Would a tease do this?" I shake my head, dropping to rest on my arms on the bed, my ass in the air, him pounding the hell out of me. I'm moaning with every thrust, it feels like his cock is even bigger in me. I'm loving it. "You like that?" He asks as I nod in answer. "You want that, don't you?" I'm still nodding, resting on my arms. Steve is breathing hard, pounding me, slapping against me. He grabs my hips tight as I hear him groan. I feel his cock pulsing in me. I lift up off the bed, and lean back against him, letting him pump away in me still. He slows down, as I reach up and over my head and pull him to me, making him kiss me. He finally stops his pumping in me.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"Your welcome. Wow, that was fucking incredible." He slowly pulled out of me, leaving me that empty feeling that I hate so much. "I need a break. I can't keep going like this. Let's go into town." He pulled me to the shower.

"What do we need in town?" I asked.

He kissed me, then smiled. "It's our anniversary. We're going out to dinner, well maybe lunch. Do you like Italian?"

Anniversary? What did he mean? I felt stupid not knowing. And it would be even more stupid asking questions. Why did I not pay attention to things? We stepped into the shower together and washed. Steve was muttering about no room in here, as he kept banging his elbows against the walls. I asked why we didn't use the other bathroom, it had plenty of room in the other shower/tub. He kissed me, saying it was just the walk from the bedroom to that bathroom, and he was just used to it. I shook my head. He pinched my butt, making me jump against him. He said he had an idea, we would discuss it over lunch.

We got out and dried off. I went in and put some nice clothes on. He stood there looking me over. He said he liked the shirt but not the pants. He asked if I would wear the overalls. I said I needed to wash them, and he suggested the navy jeans, which I put on for him. He dressed in a pair of nice cords, a pretty button down, that hugged him very tight, and his boots. When he walked, the cords flexed and rippled against his muscle, fuck he was sexy.

We climbed into the truck and drove into town. We talked along the way, and then after some time, we pulled up in front of the little white building on one of the side streets. He parked the truck, we got out and walked in. It smelled absolutely fantastic. An older man came over with a white apron around his waist, smiling. He showed us to a table. There were not that many people here, Steve leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear. The older man smiled at me, turned and left. He came back a few minutes later, carrying a tray, setting two menus in front of us, and then two glasses of wine on the table. Steve smiled briefly at me. We opened the menus and started looking them over.

The older man walked away.

"What is this?" I whispered.

"Sangria. Italian wine." Steve answered, not looking up from his menu. "I told him it was your twenty first birthday."

"You did what?" I asked, still whispering.

"Shhh. Just go with it. Don't make a scene, be casual." He closed his menu, looking at me. He lifted his glass, motioning me to do the same. I held mine up, he touched my glass. "Happy Anniversary. I took a sip, never really having alcohol before, it was different and was almost bitter. Steve smiled. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about you becoming a drinker on me." Then he chuckled. "Guess you have to develop a taste for it."

"Do you have a taste for it?"

"I've been known to knock a few back, I guess. I really don't drink by habit, only on special occasions." Again with the melting smile. The older man rejoined us, he took our order, looked at me, and asked if I wanted something else to drink. I smiled and asked for a coke. He left us again.

Steve rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands together and putting them beside his face. "You know, I've been thinking very seriously about the bathroom. After the shower we had, I think, if it's alright with you, I'm going to have someone come in and remodel it. What would you think?"

"Bigger shower?" I asked, getting excited.

"Yeah, I never really liked it. The head is to low, and the door is made for a midget. What would you think?" I nodded. "So, I have an old friend that remodels bathrooms. If I can get him to come over and take a look. So, what would you want?"

My mind raced. I had all kinds of ideas. "Well, obviously bigger shower, larger head, higher, oh, and all glass. Yeah, all glass. I want to be able to sit and watch you take a shower." I shook my hands with excitement. "I love watching you in the shower."

"Horn dog, I swear. You little machine. Don't you ever think of anything else?"

Lunch arrived, as well as my coke. He took the wine away, thankfully. He spread everything out in front of us. It smelled so good. I wished I could cook like this. He left us alone, again. And our conversation continued about the bathroom. We were both finished and pushed back our plates. The man came over and gave us the check. I took it first, reaching into my pocket.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Paying for lunch." I looked at him.

"And since when do you have money? Haven't been selling yourself on the streets, have you?"

I hadn't told Steve about the money situation from my Mother's visit the other day. I realized we really hadn't talked very much at all. All we seemed to do was...and it brought a smile to my face, oh well. It was time to be a smartass, again.

"Maybe. I just have to figure out how to get to better paying neighborhoods." I said quietly, thumbing out cash. I glanced up and saw Steve's mouth hanging open. "What?"

"Seriously? Are you...?"

"Like I have time." I said flatly. "But, maybe I could some extra money."

"Don't think so, little man." Steve leaned over the table at me.

"Don't worry. My ass only belongs to you." I said smiling. "But, I think we need to talk. There's something I haven't told you, and really, we haven't had time." I lay the check down with money, with a tip. "Let's go home." We got up, Steve looking very concerned, almost scared. We didn't talk all the way to the house. Once we, got home, we walked in. I poured some iced teas and we went and sat on the couch. I pulled out the book that I had been given, and held it out to him.

He took it from me slowly, and set his tea down on the table. He opened it and thumbed through the pages slowly, reading the entries very carefully. His eyes were getting wider and wider. He got to the last page and his mouth opened seeing the amount. He looked up at me, holding the book out, pointing at the last page.

"I know. I was shocked, too." I said.

"Kevin, you're stinkin rich." He whispered.

"Yeah, I know. So how big did you want the shower?"



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