When I had promoted that trip to Montana, I had just wanted to go see Chris. I sort of thought of him as my own kid. I knew that was ridiculous, since he and I were almost the same age, but I actually did think of him that way. I mean, when he was at our house, he depended on me just like a little kid would have, and I grew to love him just like a father would a child. What the big surprise was, though, was that place was un-fucking-believable for a photographer. That's me I'm talking about. I had no idea of the beauty of that place. I mean, we were in spots where if you did a 360 turn, every degree was more beautiful than the last one was. I took it all in with my eyes, but I couldn't help myself with the cameras. I decided to shoot most of them in digital because I knew I could get on my computer at home with Adobe PhotoShop and fine tune those pictures to make them perfect. I figured out I could turn a black and white into art in the darkroom, but nothing worked on color as well as a good computer program. I could print those pictures out on photo-quality paper on that top-of-the-line laser color printer my dad had in his office, and off to New York they would go. I especially like to get one of the guys, or Trixie, in my shots, though. I got one of Justin nude, and it looked like his soft dick was touching the top of the mountain in the distance. He was just in silhouette, so you couldn't see his face, but you could damn sure see those incredible muscles in his gut. I got a bunch of really good ones like that. Not just of Justin; of everybody. I thought I was probably going to have to give whatever money I made on those shots to the Chris Uhle Fund of United Cerebral Palsy. It just seemed right to do that. After Glacier National Park, we went back to Missoula for the weekend. We had kept our rooms in the hotel, since they were so cheap and all. It was still the six boys in one room. We wouldn't have it any other way. I talked to the bell captain that Saturday night. "Hey, dude. What's up, man," I said. "I'm a bellhop at this brand of hotel in Florida." "Well, then, you know what's up. Not a goddamn thing. Dead as a doornail tonight." "I was just wondering. My brother has Cerebral Palsy." "Is he in a wheelchair? I saw a guy like that come in a little while ago." "Yeah, he is. That's him. He's horny as hell, man." That guy was probably twenty-two, twenty-three years old. He knew. "Yeah? So who isn't?" "Well, it's not like he can prowl the clubs, you know?" "Yeah, I know. He's not gay, is he?" "No way. He wants a woman. Do you know anybody who's into mercy-fucks of handicapped guys?" "Yeah, one or two, probably. What's it worth to me?" "A hundred bucks," I said. "Yeah, I can probably make that happen. Give me a little while, okay?" "Yeah, but not too long, okay?" "I got you, buddy," he said. I went up to our room and told them we had to go out to see something. "What," Chris asked. "Something. You've already seen it. You stay here. You won't be disappointed." He grinned so big at me. "You took care of me, didn't you?" "I think I did, but I'm not a hundred percent sure. If it happens, go for it. If it doesn't happen, there'll be a next time. Like next week," I said. "Kyle, come here," he said. "What?" "I love you, Bubba," he said. "I really do, Kyle. Whether it happens or not. I really love you." "You faggot," I said. He laughed so hard when I said that, I thought he was going to fall out of his fucking wheelchair. Oh shit!! "I'll tell you everything," he said. "Thanks, but you know that doesn't do anything for me," I said. He laughed. "You queer. Get out of here so my babe can come see me," he said. "I hope this works, man," I said. "If it does, it does. If it doesn't, it doesn't. But Kyle, you cared enough to try. How can I ever replace that?" * * * We walked around in downtown Missoula, which ain't a whole lot to walk around in. It was a Saturday night, and there was not very much going on. We found a pizza place that was open, though. "Why are we out walking around instead of being in the hotel room," Dave asked. "Because your brother needs privacy," Justin said. "For what?" "What do you think, Dave," Brian said. I knew Dave and Brian had gotten close on the camping trip, and that's when it showed. "You mean . . . ?" "Yeah, exactly. Kyle thinks he set it up with the Bell Captain, but he doesn't know for sure. We just have to wait and hope." Big tears came into David's eyes. "What the fuck's wrong with you," I said. I knew he thought I talked gruff sometimes, and I talked that way to him just then. I was sorry I did, but I couldn't take it back. "You guys love my brother that much," he asked. "Yes, we do, Dave. Chris is our brother, and he'll always be. We'll always do whatever we can for him." We stayed out a good three hours that night, and, when we went back to our room, Chris was sound asleep in bed. He had been in his chair when we left, and I knew there was no way he could have gotten into bed without help. All right! I thought. "Keep it quiet. Chris is asleep," I whispered to the rest of them. We were very quiet getting ready for bed. Once we were in bed, though, Chris said, "Thanks, guys. It was wonderful." That's all he said, and that was all he needed to say. Our brother wasn't a virgin anymore, and I owed a Bell Captain a hundred bucks. I was happy as hell to pay it, too. Tim's Perspective My brothers were unbelievable. I mean, Kyle had put that trip together, and he basically took charge of all the food while we were camping. And he also got Chris laid. I realize that isn't real high on the Pathway to Heaven Chart. In fact, it might be pretty close to the bottom, but on the Make a Boy Happy Chart it was at the top. If making somebody happy and raising his self-esteem and self-confidence to the very top was a sin, then so be it. We spent Sunday at Chris and Dave's house with their parents. It was a nice enough house, more like mine than like Kevin and Rick's. Some friends of theirs came over. They were the parents' best friends, and they had a boy my age, sixteen, and another one who was fourteen. They were nice guys, but they were both pretty shy. That was probably natural, considering they didn't know us, and all. The younger guy, Marty, brought a radio controlled airplane like Brian had, so we played with that. He and Brian got into a pissing contest about who could do the most tricks with the plane, but Brian and Marty got along really well. We had Trixie out there with us, of course. She was watching that plane for all she was worth, too. When it was Chris's turn, he landed it way out in the field that was behind their house. Trixie barked when she saw that, and she took off after it. "What's that dog doing," Marty asked. He sounded a little worried. "She thinks it's a bird," Justin said. "She's retrieving it. She's a retriever." "She's going to tear my plane up," Marty said. "No, she won't," Brian said. "She knows what she's doing. She gets mine all the time." Sure enough, she brought it back and gently set it down at Brian's feet. He hugged her and petted her, and Trixie looked like she was the happiest dog in the world. The plane was in perfect condition, too. Later on we were all sitting at a big picnic table, eating. They had barbequed some ribs, and they were delicious. Chris had a towel on him as a bib, and he had sauce smeared all around his mouth. He was doing a lot better with his eating than he had done at our house, though. "What time are we leaving tomorrow," Kyle asked. "I don't know. What time do you want to leave," Rick asked. "It takes about three hours to get there," Ralph said. "Are you guys headed to Yellowstone," Marty's dad asked. "Yeah," Ralph said. "We're going to be there pretty much all week." "Let's try to get off by eight," Kevin said. Kyle and Justin looked at one another with pure devilment on their faces when Kevin said "get off," and I didn't know what to expect. "I can get off by eight. Can't you, Kyle," Justin said. "Oh, yeah. Easy," Kyle said. Kevin had realized by then what was going on, and he grinned at Rick. They both made gestures to indicate they thought the situation was hopeless. Kyle, Justin, Brian, Chris, and I laughed. Nobody else even knew what was going on. "What are we going to do tonight," Kyle asked. "Do you guys know someplace we can shoot pool?" He addressed that to Marty and Pete, the older one. "Yeah, I know a place," Pete said. "You do," Pete's mother asked, like he had said he knew where the local drug dealer was. "Yeah," Pete said, non-commitally. "I think you boys should do something that Chris can participate in, too," the lady said. "Don't worry about me," Chris said. "I have a date tonight, anyway." There was dead silence at that table, and nobody even moved. "Did you say you have a date, son," Ralph asked in disbelief. "Yeah. I hope that's okay," Chris said. Kyle and Justin were beside themselves, like two five-year-olds on Christmas morning. "Sure, it's okay," Ralph said. You could tell he was proud as hell of Chris, but he was also a little--what?--confused, maybe. "Same girl," Kyle asked. Chris smiled shyly and nodded. "Come again," Ralph said. "He had a date last night, and he's got another date tonight with the same girl," Kyle said. "Amazing," Ralph said. "I know. Who'd want to go out with him twice," Kyle said. He reached over and ruffled Chris's hair. "Do you need any money, or anything else," Ralph asked. "I could use some money," Chris said. "We'll take care of the 'or anything else,'" Jus said. He, Chris, and Kyle laughed. "I enjoyed my dinner, Betty. Thanks," Kyle said. He said that at the end of every meal somebody else cooked, and that was the signal that it was time to leave the table. The rest of us said we enjoyed our dinner, too. Pete and Marty looked at us like we were crazy or something, but they got up when we did. We all took our plates and silverware into the kitchen, too, and put that stuff in the dishwasher. Pete, Marty, and Dave didn't touch theirs. I guess they didn't know about doing stuff like that. Pete and Marty went with us in the big van back to the hotel. Kyle or Justin or somebody would take them home later. "I want to hear more about this hot date," Rick said. "What do you want to know," Chris asked. "Who is she? How'd you meet her," Rick asked. "That's all classified," Chris said. We all laughed. "He met her through me," Kyle said. "What did you do? Hire a hooker," Rick asked. "No. We talked about doing that, but that's not what happened," Kyle said. "Did you get . . .," Rick started to say. "Yep," Chris said, chuckling. "You got what," Marty asked. "He got laid last night," Justin said, "and with any luck he'll get laid again tonight." "You mean like having sex," Marty asked. Pete was embarrassed by his brother. "Jesus, Marty," Pete said. "Well, I just want to make sure I understand what they're talking about, Pete. I didn't even know he could have sex," Marty said. "Well, he can and he did," Kyle said. "But I think the rule about not talking in public about what you do in private should apply to Chris, too. I was glad you brought your plane, Marty. We had fun with that." "You should have seen Trixie, guys," Brian said to Kevin and Rick. "She retrieved it perfect, just like she does mine." From that point on we talked about other things. We got Chris all bathed and shaved for his date, and we left him in the lobby when we went out to shoot pool. We stayed out till about 11:30, and Chris got back to the room around one. "How did it go last night," Kyle asked Chris when we woke up. "It went good. I think I'm in love," Chris said, grinning. "You're not in love. You're in lust," Kyle said. Chris laughed. "I think you're probably right." "Are you going to see her again?" "I'd like to, but she's moving back home to California this week," Chris said. "Bummer," I said. "I know," Chris replied. "I never thought it would happen for me." "It did, and it will again, buddy," Kyle said. "Do you feel any different?" "I feel like a real person. I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to," Chris said. "I don't know what you did, Kyle, but thank you for doing it." "I didn't do anything," Kyle said. "On your honor?" "No way. Shut up, stud," Kyle said, laughing. "I need a big breakfast this morning. Let's go." Chris's Perspective I really thought Kyle and Justin were joking about getting me laid. I mean, I wanted to do it. I thought about it all the time, in fact, but I didn't think it would ever happen. I guess I underestimated my brothers. Her name was Lisa, and she was nineteen. When she first came up to the room, I was pretty nervous and scared. We talked for a while, and we each had a drink of Kyle's whiskey. She was really pretty, and she was incredibly nice. She helped me get into bed with her, and we both still had all of our clothes on. We started kissing. I knew about using tongue in a kiss, but she really showed me how it was done. One thing led to another, and, pretty soon, I wasn't a virgin anymore. "I'm leaving Wednesday morning to go home," she said, after it was over. "I'd like to see you again, though." "What about tomorrow," I asked. "I work until five, but we could do something tomorrow night," she said. "Okay," I said. I wanted to ask her why she wanted to spend time with me, why she wanted to have sex with me, but I didn't. I didn't know much about sex, but I knew she had enjoyed it. I guess I really didn't care why. Sunday night she picked me up at the hotel, and we went to a movie. After the movie, she took me to her apartment, and we had sex again. Twice, in fact. The second time it took me a pretty long time to shoot, and she loved that. Then she took me back. Kyle and Jus and the other guys didn't ask me for details, like I thought they would. I felt incredibly proud and happy about the whole thing, though. I might never have sex again in the rest of my life, but I knew I could if the circumstances were right. I thought that one day I might meet a girl who didn't mind the fact that my right side didn't work very well or that my smile was crooked. I knew that I would always need to have adjustments and accommodations made for me because I have CP, but I knew for the first time ever that I could be a real man in every sense of the word. The Florida boys gave me a gift that would last a lifetime. Rick's Perspective Kevin and I were in bed Sunday night while the boys were off doing their thing. He was holding me against his chest and absentmindedly playing with my nipples off and on. We had already made love, but he was keeping me half hard. "What did you think about Chris's announcement tonight," I asked. "I don't know. What did you think?" "I think he has needs like everybody else, you know?" "True. I'd like to know how Kyle engineered that bit of work," Kevin said. "He said they didn't hire a hooker. Maybe they found a phone number in a men's room that said 'For a good time call so-and-so.'" He laughed. "I've always wanted to call one of those numbers," he said. "Me, too. Are you going to be able to get off by eight o'clock tomorrow?" He laughed some more. "Don't remind me," he said. "I was perfectly innocent in saying that, by the way." "Oh, I know. But with that bunch, anything is fair game." "This trip was a great idea, wasn't it," Kevin said. "Yeah. The kids are having a great time, and I am, too," I said. "I think Yellowstone will be the highlight, though. Even better than Glacier was." "I think it was a good idea to rent cabins instead of trying to camp in tents this time. The tents were fun, but this place has too many bears for my comfort," Kevin said. "I was reading something in a brochure that said this year the bears are coming down from the upper elevations in greater numbers than usual. Something about whitebark pine trees not making any pinecones for the bears to eat. It's a natural phenomenon, but, when it happens, the bears become a nuisance." "I hope we do see some, though, don't you?" "Oh, yeah. We're going to have to keep the puppy on a leash the whole time," I said. "I know. She'll be good, though," Kevin said. * * * We met the kids in the restaurant the next morning. "We all got off before eight, Kevin. Did you guys," Kyle asked innocently. "None of your business," he said in reply. They all laughed. "What are you talking about," Dave asked. Chris giggled with naughty glee. "He didn't," Chris said, meaning his brother. "I didn't what," Dave demanded. They all laughed at poor little Dave. "Guys, y'all aren't really being fair," I said. "Tell him what you're talking about, Kyle." "Last night Kevin said we had to get off by eight this morning. He meant we had to leave by eight, but we all took the dirty meaning of it," Kyle said. That explanation didn't help Dave. "He's talking about having an orgasm, Dave," Brian said. "'Get off' is a slang term for that." David blushed furiously, and I was sorry I had insisted they tell him what they meant. We had decided we would check out of the hotel that morning. We were only gone three nights on the Glacier trip, but we'd be gone until Friday afternoon on this one. We made sure they had rooms for us Friday night, though. They confirmed them for us, and we left for Yellowstone. * * * Our first stop was the Uhles' house to pick up Ralph and Trixie. That was in the direction we were going, so it didn't slow us down any. We left the luggage we wouldn't need at the park at their house, and we'd pick it up when we dropped them off on Friday. "Did you have fun on your date last night, Chris," Ralph asked, after he had said hello to everybody. "Yes, sir," Chris said. "What did you do?" "We went to a movie," Chris said. "Is she a local girl," Ralph asked. "She was here going to college, but she's going back home to California on Wednesday. I probably won't see her again," Chris said. "She's a college girl?" "Yeah," Chris replied. Ralph didn't say anything else, but I'm sure he was dying for more details. None were offered, though. The drive took us about three hours to the northern entrance of the park. Most of the park was actually in Wyoming, rather than Montana. The park headquarters were near that entrance, but we didn't go there except to pass by it. We went to a little visitor center where there were brochures and a short video giving you an overview of what was in the park. It also talked about the basic rules. You weren't supposed to leave pets unattended, so Ralph, who had been to the park several times before, stayed outside with Trixie on her leash while the rest of us went in. It would be impossible to describe our time at the park in anything less than a book. The scenery was magnificent, the museums were interesting for the most part, and the geothermal features were absolutely amazing. The cabin we stayed in was pretty rustic, but it was clean and comfortable. The kids were great, of course, and Miss Trixie behaved herself very well. She got a little excited one time when we saw a bear in a field next to the road, but Brian, bless his heart, somehow got her not to bark. "You want to get that bear," Justin asked her in his playful, gruff way. "Don't get her excited, Buddy," Brian said. "If she gets excited, she'll bark." "So what," Justin asked. "If she barks, the bear will hear her and attack the car to get at her," Bri said. "Oh! Go to sleep, Trixie. Go to sleep, girl," Justin said in his most consoling tone. That broke everybody up. Kyle was trying to get a picture of the bear using a telescopic lens that looked like it was a foot long. "That bear's jerking off," Kyle said. "Kyle!" Kevin said. I knew Kevin was no more shocked than I was, but he was doing that for Ralph's benefit. Kyle and Justin, our two filthiest mouths, had been amazingly restrained on that trip for the same reason. I really didn't think Ralph would have minded their usual language, but they didn't take any chances around him. "He really is, Kevin," Kyle said. "I'm looking at it through this lens, and it's like a telescope." "Okay. Thanks for telling us, Kyle," Kevin said. Kyle laughed. "Any time. I'll be on the lookout for more deviant animal behavior." "Jerking off ain't deviant," Justin said. "Guys!" Kevin said. "Kevin, if you're getting on to them on my account, don't bother. Besides, I don't think it's deviant, either," Ralph said. "Okay, and I know it's not deviant," Kevin said. We did our share of hiking in the park, or at least walking around. A lot of the places we walked to were smooth and flat enough to accommodate Chris's wheelchair. If it was too rough for the chair, one of the kids carried Chris. He did exactly what the rest of us did, and he didn't miss a thing. We must have been quite a sight on those occasions. * * * It started about halfway back to Missoula on Friday afternoon. "Is there any way we can stay an extra week," Kyle asked. "Kyle, you know there isn't, Bubba," Kevin said. "This trip has been way too short," Kyle said. "I know," Chris said. "It's been great though, hasn't it?" "Kevin, I was talking the other day to Dave about Chris and Dave spending the summer with us next summer. What do you think," Brian said. "They're always welcome," I said for Kevin. "We'll have at least one new boy by then, but that doesn't matter." "What do you think, Dad," Dave asked. "Well, I don't know about the whole summer, but a visit, anyway," Ralph said. "Dad, really the whole summer would be better because then we could get jobs," Chris said. "We'll see," Ralph said. "You must know my daddy. That's exactly what he would have said," Kyle informed us. "Mine, too," Tim said. "I think it's a daddy thing," Kyle said. "You call your father 'daddy,' Kyle," Dave asked. "Sometimes I do. Usually it's just 'dad,' though." "What kind of work does your father do, Kyle," Ralph asked. "He has a business, and I guess he just runs it," Kyle said. "What kind of business is it," Ralph asked. "It's called Goodson Enterprises, and they have hotels and motels and gift shops. Stuff like that," Kyle said. "Restaurants in the hotels and some of the motels." "That's where Rick and I work," Kevin said. "He and I are executive vice presidents, and Gene Goodson, Kyle's dad, is the president and CEO." "That sounds impressive. Is it big," he asked. "We're the eighth largest civilian employer in the county," I said. Ralph whistled softly. "So, see, Dad, they could find us jobs. That wouldn't be a problem," Dave said. "Put it on hold, okay, Dave," Ralph said. "I said we'll see, and we'll see." Everybody got quiet after that, and I figured the boys were thinking about having to say goodbye to their friends. Our arrival had been a joyous occasion, and I figured our departure would be pretty sad. We got to the Uhle house around five o'clock. We unloaded their stuff, and took it inside. Then we collected our stuff that we had left there. Betty offered us coffee and cookies, but Kevin and I declined. "I think we better get going," Kevin said. "Ralph and Betty, this has been a wonderful trip, and thank you so much for having us." We all thanked the adults and told them goodbye. We said goodbye to the two boys in assembly-line fashion. Kyle picked up Chris out of his chair and hugged him tight. He passed him on to Tim, and then Kyle hugged Dave. All six of us did that with both boys, and, by the time we were finished, everybody was crying. Chris and Dave hugged Trixie, too. The trip home to Emerald Beach was long but uneventful. It was a Saturday, so there weren't many people flying. As much fun as the trip had been, I was looking forward to being in my own house, and I knew Kev was, too. Alex's Perspective After our first date on the Friday night of the first week they were gone, Cody and I did something together every day or night. He came over on Saturday afternoon, the next day, and we went into town to look at cars. I had done that before with Justin and Brian, but that time I was more serious about it. We found some pretty nice used cars that I could probably afford, and I made a list of the ones that I'd want to look at again after Kevin and Rick got home. I didn't think they'd feel like car shopping right away, but I didn't want to wait too long because classes would be starting pretty soon. Looking at cars was fun, but the best part of it was just being with Cody. He wasn't shy or anything, but he had a kind of quiet reserve about him that I really liked. He could crack jokes and laugh as well as I could, but compared to Kyle and Justin, he was a mute. He was definitely the "boy next door" type, and the more time I spent with him, the better I liked him. I took two steaks out of the freezer, and we cooked those outside on the grill. It was too hot to stay out there, though, so we ate at the breakfast room table. After we ate, we watched the Saturday night movie on HBO. I wanted to ask Cody to stay over, but I was afraid he would think I wanted sex. I mean, I did want sex, and I wanted it with him, but I wasn't quite ready, I didn't think. "I had a good time today," Cody said. "Do you want to get together tomorrow?" "I had a good time, too, and, yes, I do want to get together tomorrow," I said. "Let's go to the beach. Do you want to?" "Sure. I love the beach." God, I wanted to kiss him so bad, to hold him, to feel him next to me, touching me. Instead of doing that, though, I just put my hand on his shoulder. He smiled sweetly at me, and then he reached down and adjusted himself. I peeked at what he was doing, and I saw that he had an erection. I got one myself in about ten seconds. "Having a problem," I asked facetiously. He grinned. "You know how it is," he said shyly. Then he said, "Can I kiss you?" I didn't say "yes" or "no." I simply leaned forward a little, and we kissed. It was a short kiss, and both of us kept our mouths closed, but it was, unmistakably, a kiss. "That was nice," he said. Then we kissed again, only longer and with a little more pressure that time. "I think I need to go," he said, after we broke the kiss. "Okay," I said. "I'll walk you out." We kissed again in the driveway, and that was the best kiss of the night. After he left, I went inside, turned on the security system, and went up to my room to take care of a pressing need. The beach was crowded Sunday, and seaweed had washed up on the shore. It was starting to decompose and stink, and there were flies all over the place. We found a relatively clean area, and we stayed out there for a couple of hours. It was hot, though, until the sea breeze picked up in early afternoon. We ate that night at the usual bar and grill place, and then we went home. "I wish we didn't have to go to work tomorrow," Cody said while we were sitting on one of the sofas in the den. "I know. Me, too. At least we've got jobs, though," I said. "Good point," he said, and he tapped me on the nose with his index finger. I took his hand in mine, and just held it. "What are you thinking about," I asked him. "About you and how much I like you," he said. "I like you a lot, too," I said. Then we kissed. We started small, like we had done the night before, but that gave way to more passionate kissing pretty quickly. We were both breathing hard in a few minutes, and we parted to catch our breath. He had on a pair of khaki shorts, and he made no attempt to conceal his erection. There was a tiny wet spot just over the head of his penis. I reached down and gently touched it. "Sticky," I said. We both laughed. "You probably have the same thing," he said. I had my arm in my lap, trying to conceal my hard-on. I moved it away then. What was the point of not letting him see it, I thought. He caused it, after all. "See," he said. I did, indeed, have a wet spot. He moved his hand like he was going to touch it, but he pulled back. We sat for a while in companionable silence. We were right next to each other, and our legs were touching. After a while, our arousal went down, and we made out some more. Around nine he said he had to leave. We kissed goodbye in the driveway again, but it lacked the passion of the kisses inside because of where we were. "Think of me when you do it tonight," he said. I grinned. "I will. You think of me," I said. * * * As the week progressed, our make-out sessions got longer and more passionate. I almost came several times that week just from kissing him. Thursday night when I walked him out I said, "Can you spend the night tomorrow night?" "Yeah. Are we ready to move up a notch?" "I am. Are you?" "Definitely," he said. "You're going to have to show me what to do," I said. "Oh, you'll know what to do, but I don't mind teaching you. I can't wait to, in fact." I stuck my head in and kissed him again, and then he went home. Friday was usually busier than other days because a lot of people came to the beach just for the weekend. I was glad we were busy, though, because it made the time pass faster. I got erections several times because I had been thinking about what Cody and I were going to do that night, and one time Stephen noticed. "Looking forward to a big evening," Stephen asked. His voice communicated the leer that was on his face. "Something like that," I said. "Is this an 'I hope I get lucky' evening or a 'sure thing' evening," he asked. "It's a sure thing," I said. "Great! Do I know him?" "No," I lied. Stephen was a nice enough guy, but I didn't want him knowing every bit of my business. I probably shouldn't have told him as much as I did, but it was too late now. Quitting time finally got there, and I was ready to go. Cody had brought clothes and other stuff to work that day, so he followed me straight home. Once we got inside, he set his bag down on a chair, and he took me in his arms. We kissed for a few minutes, and we were both hard in no time. I could feel his erection through the pants of his uniform, and I was sure he could feel mine, too. "You're not nervous, are you," he asked. "Maybe just a tiny bit," I said. Our uniform shirts were pullovers, and he started taking mine off me. I helped him with that, and with the tee shirt we were required to wear. When my shirts were both off, he started kissing my chest. When he kissed, and then sucked, my nipple, a charge of electricity went through me. I had figured out my nipples felt good being played with on my own, but having him do it was so much better. I started taking his shirt off, and then his tee shirt. Holding him, bare skin against bare skin, felt wonderful. I kissed his chest like he had kissed mine, and the aroma of his body was a huge turn-on. "Let's go upstairs," he said. He picked up his bag and his shirts, and I grabbed my shirts, too, and we went upstairs. The cleaning lady had been there that day, and the sheets on my bed were fresh and crisp. I pulled down the spread and top sheet. We finished undressing, and we kissed again standing up. Our dicks rubbed together, and I loved the way that felt. "Is there anything that's off limits," he asked. "No anal, okay?" "None at all, or none with this," he asked, touching his erection. "None with that," I said. "You can touch it," he said. I reached for his penis, and, for the first time in my life, I touched another boy. It was exhilarating. "I've never done anal with my dick," Cody said. "And I've never had one in me, either." We got in bed, and the experience of touching another person, rubbing against him, kissing him deeply, and doing everything we did was fantastic. Cody was gentle, but, more than that, he was considerate. He seemed only to want to please me, and he definitely did that. "I could do this every day," I said. "Several times a day, in fact." He chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it. I sure did," he said. "I feel as though you and I have something special between us now," I said. "We do. We're together in a way that we aren't with anybody else," he said. He kissed me, and we got up for a while. We didn't bother with clothes, though, because the night was young. |