I woke to the sound of voices. I felt disoriented, and not knowing where I was at first. I was on my back, looking up, There was plywood over me and beams...then I remembered, we must have fallen asleep under the deck. Yes, that's what it was. I lifted my head up off the tarp. I saw Steve, his back to me, standing there buck naked, talking to someone. I lifted myself and rested on my elbows, focusing on them. I couldn't really see the other person.

"I haven't seen you for days, and then I find you here with this,...kid. What the fuck? Where did you find him, some school yard?" The other person said loudly, obviously a man.

"It's not like that, Larry." Steve said, folding his arms across his chest. "Give me a break, will ya? I've been busy here."

"Obviously!" pointing a finger around Steve in my direction. "You park your truck at my place, leave your shit there, come and go as you want, and you don't even stop to see me? Stevie, what are you thinking? And now you've got jail bait here, that you're fucking, man are you kidding?"

I stood up and walked over to stand next to Steve, not really realizing that I was naked. I felt that I had to say something or do something to help Steve out. And then I got a look at this guy. He was older, as near as old as my stepfather, potbellied, ragged hair, and really, not all that good looking, at least not to me. He looked me up and down as I stepped up. I didn't really like the way he looked at me, it gave me the creeps.

"Well, I'll say this, at least he's hung." Larry said with a leer, and then back at Steve. "Does he know how to use that thing, or does he just lay there?"

"Yeah, I know how to use it." I said in my deepest growling voice. All of a sudden, I really didn't like this guy. Steve unfolded his arms and rested his closest hand on my shoulder. "And, excuse me, I'm not jail bait, if it's any of your business." Man, that felt good!

Larry's eyes widened. "Well, you look like your fourteen or fifteen to me. I would expect your momma to be lookin for you by now."

I had half turned, to look for my clothes, but turned back to glare at him. "I don't need my "momma" for your information. I do as I please." I turned back for my clothes.

"Real spitfire you got there, Stevie. Look, why don't you come back down to the house and we can talk, you know?"

Steve had half turned, looking in my direction, watching me gather my clothes and start to get dressed. He turned back to Larry. "There are some things I need to take care right now, and I don't think I'll be down anytime soon."

"Come on. I can make dinner, throw back some beers, watch some TV, come on..."

"Larry, no. I'll come down tomorrow, after I get a few things done." Larry went to say something else, but Steve cut him off, "Goodbye, Larry."

Larry turned and muttered to himself as he meandered down the trail toward his place, I suppose. I was just about dressed when Steve stepped up close to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and I was slipping on a shoe. I didn't stop. He persisted and tucked his hand under my chin and gently lifted my face. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Steve looked puzzled and then realization sank in.

"Is this what you were talking about, getting hurt?" I said softly. "Well, it must be, because I feel like someone has a big spear right through my chest."

"Kevin, I'm sorry. I didn't think anything like this..."

I cut him off. "You knew!" As I got near his face, "You knew he was here. You told about all those others and you didn't mention him at all. Really? And HIM? No wonder you jumped at my ass." I turned and started out from under the deck. I put a hand on the edge beam over my head as I ducked and turned. "What hurts the most, is that you lied. I probably don't mean shit to you. You used me. Goodbye, Steve. Good luck with him."

I pulled myself out from under the deck and charged up the trail toward the road. I didn't want to look back, but, it was killing me. I kept going. Once I reached the road, I turned and ran back to the cabin. Once there, I sat down on the steps and cried softly to myself, I was totally crushed. I was totally lost in my own pain and not paying attention to anything at all, when I felt something touch my knee. I snapped to attention, and focused. My mother was standing there in front of me.

Most guys think that there moms are really sweet and can be cool, but, in my case, it was very true. My mother had me when she was seventeen, my father had run out on her, and I had no idea who he was. For years, it was just the two of us, being basically buddies. She was never "rule" crazy or tyrannical with me. She always knew when something was wrong, and she had that way, that touch, that inner strength that always made me feel, it was going to be alright. But, now? This was going to kill her, if I said anything. I just knew I was going have to lie to her. She sat down on the step next to me.

"Honey, are things okay between you and Steve?" She asked in that soft tone that she had.

My head spun, "What? What do you mean?"

She leaned forward and rested herself on her forearms, and softly patted her fingers together. "Well, I mean, you two seem to be getting along, and now you're back here, crying, and upset. Did something happen?"

I laughed softly, "You could say that. I won't be going over there anymore."

"Really? Now, that's a shame."

"Why? I could help you with taking care of Holly and stuff around here."

"But, you would rather be with him."

"What are you saying, mom?"

She leaned back and put a hand on my shoulder, and then leaned her head against it. "I'm saying, that you are a man, grown. You two seem to be of the same sort." She paused for a moment, "You never bring girls home. You're always alone. He seems to be the same way. I think I knew from that first night in the snow."

"What are you saying, mom. I'm queer? A fag?"

"That's a little harsh, don't you think? I think there are other ways of being, other choices in life." She paused again, "There's nothing wrong with it. You're still my son, and I still love you, even if you like guys." She paused again, "and he is really good looking isn't he?"

"No, he's beautiful." I said very softly.

"Did you two...?"


"What?" She paused again, "Well? Everyone does it." She said softly, nudging my shoulder with hers.

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth." She said, looking at me. "Is he your first?"

I hung my head down. The tears starting up again. The pain returning. "Yes." I whispered.

"I thought so. What happened? Why are you upset? He didn't hurt you physically, did he?"

"Not physically, no."

"Ohhh. Is there something I can do?"

"Yes." Came the voice from behind us. We both spun around to see who it was, but I already knew. Steve was standing there on the edge of the road. My mother got up from the steps, and turned toward him. "I would like to talk to Kevin, if that's all right."

My mother smiled up at him, then reached out a hand and touched my cheek. "I was just going inside. I want you to stay for dinner. I won't take "no" for an answer." She turned and walked toward the cabin on the deck. She stopped at the door. "Dinner's in an hour." And the went inside.

Steve sat down next to me on the steps. "Kevin, I'm sorry. I didn't lie to you." He said softly. "You have to believe me. There is nothing going on with Larry, only what Larry wants to have go on."

"Then why was he talking like that? Like you and him are together."

"Because that's what he wants, he wants us to be together." Steve paused for a moment. "Want the truth?"

"I guess."

"The truth is, a few years ago, when I started coming up here, it was with this guy, a family friend, if you will. He and Larry co-owned the place down below where Larry is. This "guy" used to bring up different kids from time to time. He and Larry would take pictures of us, doing things."

"What things?"

"Walking around in the yard, sitting on the deck, swimming, you know."

"Doesn't sound bad." I said flatly.

"We were naked."

My eyes widened. "Really?"

"There was no sex or anything, it was just picture taking. I never really thought much about it until one night, Larry came into the living room. He reached into my sleeping bag while he thought I was asleep. He reached down and touched my cock. I didn't get excited about it or anything. After that, I would come up every now and again. Larry would watch me get undressed and walk around naked. He never took his eyes off my cock."

"Can't say that I blame him." I whispered more to myself.

"What's that?"


"So, you see? That's all that there is, nothing more." Steve was looking at me, I could tell. I could feel his eyes on me. "Now, let me ask you a question."


"Anybody back home? Boyfriend? Anybody get you going?"


Steve squeezed my knee with his hand and then let go. "Who is it?"

I smiled at the thought. A devilish thought just came into my head. I had become insanely jealous when I thought of Steve and Larry together, it hurt. What if I did the same to him? Could I?

"My baseball coach."

"Real stud, huh?"

"You have no idea. I couldn't tell you. It's not important."

"Tell me." Steve growled softly.

"He tall, very muscular, and the way he fills out his gym shorts, it's a wonder he doesn't fall out of them. I swear his dick must be a foot long, and his balls are near the size of golf balls. I saw him once in the shower. He always smiles and sometimes winks at me. I would drop for that, any day." I smiled to myself. Details, but not enough. I was being a real shit.

"Really." Steve paused for a moment. He reached up and brushed back my hair off my shoulder, and then softly touched my ear with a fingertip. I winced to myself. He knew right where to touch me. He leaned in and breathed in my ear, "I don't want anyone else to touch you, but me." I slowly turned my head.

Our eyes met. We went nose tip to nose tip. I could once again feel the heat from his breath on my lips. God, he was intoxicating! I felt a rush in my crotch and then the pressure of his hand on my knee.

"What are you saying?" I whispered.

"I want you, forever. I want to be the one and only one for you, forever." He softly kissed my lips. I kissed him back just as softly, but longer. He parted his lips and I fell in, plunging my tongue into his mouth, crashing his tongue with force I had never used before. My hands reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and head. I pulled him in, like I would never let go. He reached up and caressed my right nipple with two fingers. It sent me over the edge. I didn't care, I had to have him now, right here, no matter who saw. I let go with one hand and shot it to the top button of his jeans. I pulled and they opened, as we lay back on the steps. He was getting lost in it as well.

And then the reality set in for him. He pulled back, "Hey, hold on, little man. Your folks are right there. We can't do it here."

"Oh, I want to right now. I don't care who's here. I want your cock in my mouth." I said as I fell into his mouth again. I pushed him back down on the step and lay my weight over him a little. He moaned in my mouth, as I rubbed his hardening cock. God, I loved that! The way he stiffened sideways in his jeans, and the bulges from his massive balls. I wanted him to always wear jeans, nothing else. He pushed me back again.

"I'm going to go back now. You need to get in control. Come down later, I'll be waiting."

"Whoa. What about dinner? Mom said she wouldn't take no for an answer. If you're not here, we're both dead."

He was in shock for a moment and take that into account. What saved both he and I was my mother stepping out the door. "You boys go down below and wash up. Dinner will be ready in a little bit." She stood there for a minute. "About a half hour." She slowly stepped back inside and shut the door. I knew that even from that distance she could see the raging hardons we had. I would have to thank her later. I pulled him up from the steps, and led him down to lower stairs to the open shower we had been in earlier.

We stripped together. Steve was rubbing his hands all over my tiny little ass. He slid on finger up and down my tight crack as I turned on the water. I bent over and arched my back. The rubbing continued and then another sensation. Yes, it was the suction again on my hole! Oh God! It was incredible. My hands grasped the slat door and the wall as he began to gently work my balls with his fingers. My cock was so hard and standing against my stomach.

He pulled his mouth away and pushed me into the shower. He spun me around and then pulled me to him. Our cocks were both pinned between us. He slid his up and down against me, while holding my arms down at my sides. I closed my eyes at the feeling. He began to kiss the side of my neck as the water trickled over the top of us. I tilted my head back and moaned softly into the air.

"I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good, little man." He whispered on my skin.

"You already do." I moaned. "I want this all the time, just like this."

"Oh, it gets better." He said and then kissed my chin. I tilted my head forward. He kissed me deeply, then pulled back. "It gets way better."

"Show me." I said in a begging tone.

"Later. Right now, I'm just giving you a taste."

I looked down, his cock still sliding up and down against me. It was getting slicker against me. I tried to pull back, but he still held me tight.

"You're gonna cum, if you keep doing that."

Steve closed his eyes. "Yes." He whispered. "Yes, yes. I gonna...cum" He moaned softly as he shot up between us. He lifted me up off the wet deck, still pumping his cock against me, still shooting. He moaned in my ear, and then set me back down on the deck.

He let his arms go of me and stepped back, letting his cock fall down, while mine was standing straight up. Cum was all over both of us, up to our chests. It was very hot.

He took the soap and pulled me under the water, lathering me up. He worked over my chest and then down my abs, slowly down and wrapped one soapy hand around my hardness. The other soapy hand went to work on my balls. I rested my hands on his shoulders while he stroked my soapy length. It wasn't but a minute and I was breathing hard and shooting him in the chest. A soapy finger found my opening and slowly entered, making me spread my feet wider on the wet deck, all the while I was shooting strings on him, he was watching.

The soap was returned to the tray on the rail, my body was being rinsed off, while he was scooping up my load off his chest and swallowing it. I leaned over and kissed him again. One hand firmly encompassed one of my ass cheeks and he squeezed.

"I love your tiny little ass. I have never seen one so small before." He said as leaned closer to my ear, "And after tonight, I hope I will own it."

"You can own all of me. But, what about tonight?" I asked.

"Get dry. I have a favor to ask you."

"Sure. What is it?"

Steve shut off the shower, he took the towel and dried off my back and my butt, then down the backs of my legs. I stepped out the slat door, and reached for my clothes. I waited as I watched him dry off. God, he was beautiful! The towel was small and he worked it with one hand, drying his chest and arms, then down, tossing his cock and then rubbing his hanging balls, down his legs, and then back up again on the backside. I was standing there with only my tee shirt one. I took the towel from him, turned him dried his back and then his beautiful firm ass, carefully getting into the crack, slowly working the towel up and then down. Steve smiled.

"You're a little devil, aren't you?"

I smiled boyishly. "Yep, I am. What's the favor?"

"I want to see if you would stay down on the deck with me tonight?"

My heart raced. "Really? You want to sleep over with you?"

"Not exactly sleep." He stepped close and wrapped his hands behind my neck. "Would you sleep with me tonight?"

"Every night." I said and then kissed him. I stepped back to see his beautiful smile. I heard the door open and footsteps on the deck above us.

"Dinner's ready." My stepfather said.

We smiled at each other and got dressed. Hanging up the towel over the slat door to dry. He walked up the stairs together, holding hands. We walked to the door and went in. The cabin smelled good, apparently mom had pulled out all the stops to make this special.

After dinner was done, I picked up the dishes and went to the sink with them. My mom got up from the table and came to stand beside me. Steve was playing with my little sister on the floor while my stepfather watched from the table.

"Mom, I was wondering?"

"Yes, dear. You can spend the night at Steve's."

I was shocked. "How did you know...?"

"That's what you were going to ask? It's simple, dear, I'm your mother. And, mother's know all." She smiled big. "Now, get your stuff together. You two boys head on down there before it gets dark."

I gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned and gathered my things. Sleeping bag, a change of clothes. We were ready to leave in no time. Steve had gone into the kitchen. I watched as he took my mother's hand and kissed the back of it, gently. She blushed, and took her free hand and put to her mouth. He thanked her for dinner, and we went to the door. I waved and said goodbye.

We walked together toward the deck. It was becoming dusk. The birds had quit their singing. Shadows were getting longer from the tall pines. The occasional bat flapped nearby chasing insects. We reached the trail and started down. I started to go around to go underneath, but Steve stopped me.

"What?" I asked. "I thought you slept underneath on the tarp."

He pulled me close, kissed me gently. "Usually I do, but, not tonight. Tonight we're sleeping on top. And I'm going to make love to you in the moonlight."

My heart raced at his words. "You can make love to me anywhere you want." I jumped up on the deck and walked to the center. I untied my sleeping bag and spread it out. I kicked off my shoes and socks, unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down, and then pulled off my shirt. Steve had been watching me, and then went under the deck to get his bag. He returned and saw me standing in the middle of the deck on my sleeping bag.

"I love to see you naked, little man. But, did you happen to notice anything before you stripped?"

I had a confused look on my face. "No. What was I suppose to notice?" As I looked around on the deck.

Steve smiled and point up the hill to the cabin that was directly above. It was empty earlier in the day, now it was lit up and I all of a sudden heard people talking. I looked back at Steve and smiled, and shrugged my shoulders.

"Think they can see" I asked.

"It's safe bet."

"Should I put pajamas on?"

Steve crossed the deck, spread out his sleeping bag, zipping mine and his together. He stripped his clothes and tossed them to one side. He climbed inside the sleeping bag while I stood there, starting to get hard, watching his body.

"If you do, I'll send you home."

"What do we do about them up there?" I asked.

"They can watch if they want to. They might learn something. Now, come down here. I want to get down to some quality time with you."

"What would you like me to do to you first?" I asked.

"It's not what can you do to me, it's what am I going to do you."


"Yes, little man. This night is going to be all about you and what you want done. Don't be afraid to have me do anything you want, okay?"

"I don't know what to do first." I said, at a loss.

"I do." Steve said, laying on his back. "Come up here. Straddle over my face."

I did what he wanted, resting on my knees, my toes balancing me on the sleeping bags. He opened his mouth and swallowed my balls, taking them both in his mouth. My hardon went straight up, and again I felt that magic touch of a finger tickling my opening.



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